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sacred skin

pairing- jackson joel x f! reader

summary- joel shows you a side to intimacy you didn't know could feel so good. basically reader used to rough sex (and enjoys it), but joel shows her sensual can be just as intense, passionate and enjoyable. (honestly just soft and intense smut + a hint of body worship)

warnings- smut, established relationship (new), soft joel, joel is a tease, nipple play (f receiving), dry humping (for like a second ish), unprotected p in v, prone bone, slow and intense smut, finishing inside (i hate the word creampie ok)

wc- 1.9k

(omg hello thank you all so much for the love on my first fic here. like genuinely its insane, you have all been so incredibly sweet. sorry i couldn't post another fic earlier uni has been killing me. but i hope you guys enjoy this one :). oh also i have like no tumblr friends so please please feel free to dm me or send me asks or interact bc i lowkey have no clue how to make friends on here)

He’d been unusually gentle with you tonight, slow, firm kisses to your lips. Dragging it out, watching you chase his mouth as he pulls back to look over you. His hands trailing up along your sides, under that old shirt of his you’d stolen. Not that he’d minded one bit. He lets out a soft chuckle as you shiver slightly, his breath fanning over you. The sensation of his hands there tingling your skin. The feeling bordering between pleasurable and ticklish. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, as you try not to let out a laugh. “Whats so funny?”

He smiles, and the warmth in it makes your stomach flip. “Didn’t realise you were ticklish”

You shake your head, his smile contagious, now spreading onto your face. “I’m not” you protest weakly. 

“Mhmm” he hums teasingly, the sound deep. He continues the path up your sides. Calloused fingertips teasing along your ribcage. Following the delicate lines until his thumbs brush along the sensitive skin right underneath your breasts. 

You squirm slightly, not used to such a slow explorative touch. You hadn’t been with Joel long, but the few times you’d been together intimately had been raw and full of passion, a little on the rougher side. Which is what you’d been used to in your past relationships, what you enjoyed. 

But this feels exciting and new, the anticipation of his touch just as igniting as the overwhelming onslaught you were used to. You never thought that the ghost of his breath teasing against the skin of your neck could be just as consuming as his rough lips sucking and gliding there. 

Your breathing was unusually heavy for such little stimulation, his teasing setting your skin on fire. He could feel the rise and fall of your chest where his big hands were spread along your ribs still. 

“You’re shaking, didn't realise you were this sensitive” he breathes against your skin, as he finally brushes his lips against your neck, followed by a slight scrape of his stubble. 

You feel restless, feverish. Your throat bubbling with the urge to beg, for something, anything. The words starting to climb up your throat, threatening to claw their way out of your mouth. An urge that you’d never felt before. He senses this, soothing you over with a slow, thorough kiss to your lips. One that softens you, your spine melting against the mattress. 

Joel’s warm hands slide back down, his fingers sliding under the waistband of your underwear to slide them off. Slow, measured and controlled. Still kissing your lips, his teeth capturing the bottom one. Slowly pulling at it, letting it slip between the grasp of his mouth. Before his tongue slides against yours. 

Come to think of it, you don’t think you've ever been kissed this meticulously. It’s usually a quick fumble of mouths until the desperation kicks in and clothes are ripped off. But he seems to stay here, savouring the feel of your lips. Basking in his need for you. His exploration, languid and deep. 

The slow build and the feel of his deep shaky exhales brushing out from his nose and onto the skin of your cupid's bow makes your stomach clench in anticipation. All you can feel is him, his hands soft on your now bare hips as his thumb brush over the jut of the bone. His smell overwhelming your nose as he presses closer, so manly, so him. 

Your hands slide up under his shirt as he’s kissing you, feeling along the softness of his stomach. Your hands tracing along the trail of hair there. He sighs against your lips, pausing his movements. Pressing his forehead against yours, soaking up the touch, his nose nudges against yours. 

Your hips nestle against his, the bare skin of you dragging against the front of his soft flannel pyjamas. The fuzzy cotton providing little friction, the feeling so featherlight that makes your hips stutter. He pulls back to watch in awe, his hands still resting on your hips. Now guiding slow, gentle grinds of your hips against him. 

The sensation makes the surface of your skin tingle, the pleasure teasing and so not enough. Your body desperately trying to meet the stimulation half way, with soft little throbs and pulses. Somehow it feels like a new kind of intensity, pleasure forming more from your own body's desperation than the touch itself.  

Joel keeps his eyes glued on you, your lips parted around soft little pants of pleasure. Your cheeks starting to flush. One of his hands come up to brush over your cheek. “So gorgeous, i’m so lucky you're mine.”. 

The hand that had travelled up to your cheek trails down again, slipping under your (his) shirt. Dragging the hem up enough to brush his thumb over the soft peak of your nipple. He watches as the sensation makes your stomach clench, the muscles under your soft skin rippling. 

You hadn’t ever really had someone touch you there before, explore every spot like that. You didn't know it could feel so electric. Each brush of his calloused pad of his thumb against the soft sensitive skin sends pulses of pleasure straight down to your core, like a phantom touch. This makes you let out your first moan of the night, the sound airy and half caught in your throat, and judging by Joel's grin he’s enjoying himself way too much.

His deft hands slide off your shirt, settling you back against the mattress when he’s done. Joel’s deep brown eyes rake over your now bare body. The feel of the cool air on your skin reminds you that you're fully naked and he’s still fully clothed. You decide to even the playing field, your hands pulling off his shirt. Greedily trailing along his bare chest, fingertips weaving through the hair there. 

He leans down before you have the chance to compliment him, his mouth pressing kisses along the skin around your nipple. Before capturing it into his mouth. His tongue soft and warm as he swirls along it. The sensation makes you curl in on yourself, it’s so strangely sensitive you're not sure how to interpret it. The surface of the feeling almost tickles, too sensitive to stay still, underneath it’s this sparking pleasure right between your legs. You can’t resist the urge anymore and you try to squeeze your thighs together, forgetting he’s still between them. He laughs softly against your skin, “squirmin’ like a fish outta water”. He kisses his way to the other breast before giving the same attention to the other peak. 

His hand snakes down between your legs, his fingertips tracing along your wetness. It makes your breath hitch, the place where you're aching finally receiving attention. You whine, your hips chasing his touch, the small of your back arching up off the mattress as you do. “Joel” you breathe out. 

He doesn't respond, too lost in you. His mouth trailing down your stomach, you grip his hair, getting him to pause. Normally you’d never turn down his mouth on you, god knows he was good with it. But you needed him, you were aching in a way you didn’t know you could. “Joel please, need you” 

He groans at your breathless plea. Immediately obliging, his own patience wearing thin. “Wanted to take my time sweetheart, makin’ it impossible” He rasps as he takes off his pants, discarding them onto the floor somewhere. You catch the sight of him, thick and heavy, because of cause he wasn’t wearing boxers to bed. 

You feel him, warm and throbbing as he runs his length along your core. You hear the faintest whimper escape his lips. Then you feel the thickness of his tip pressing its way in. You bite your lip, you still haven’t quite gotten used to his size yet. 

He starts nice and slow, stilling when he bottoms out. Letting you breathe into it, settling into the feeling. Your arms loop around his neck, looking up at him. His eyes settle on yours with a warm smile. “Love bein’ inside of you, always feel like heaven”. You hadn't had someone compliment you so much in bed before him, it always made you blush. “You always feel perfect too, feel so full” you let out, a little breathless. 

He starts to move, slow steady strokes. You sigh into the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut. The pace making you arch into every movement, craving more. He reaches down, his thumb gently brushing along your clit as he keeps moving nice and slow. 

The leisurely pace of both his thumb and his hips build this deep pleasure in your gut. Like a slow flood instead of a tidal wave. Every time you feel like you're getting close the pleasure keeps getting more and more intense. Like the goalpost keeps moving, you let out a pathetic pouty whine. Squirming and getting impatient. “Patience baby, wanna savour you”. He leans down to soothe you with a press of his lips to your cheek. “Here let me turn you over” His voice soft and breathless. His big hands guiding you onto your stomach, slipping a pillow under your hips. 

You feel him enter again. This angle you feel all of him and it makes you gasp. You feel him lean over you, his warm front pressing against your back. He starts moving again, this time deeper. A sharp punishing thrust into you, with a slow withdraw. Letting himself drag over every sensitive spot inside. Prodding on the way in sending pleasure zipping up your spine, and prolonging it with each leisurely drag out. You can’t escape it, pleasure so devastating and consuming it squeezes the air out of your lungs, like he wrings out that soggy sponge by the kitchen sick. 

You’re gasping, clutching at the sheets. You feel yourself start to drool onto the pillowcase, but you can't bring yourself to care. He’s kissing at the base of your skull, soft and warm when you feel the familiar coil start to constrict in your stomach. His own breathing ragged and littered with groans. Each thrust of his hips sending pulses of pleasure deep inside and making your clit throb like it was being touched too. 

You’d never felt like you could come like this, just from a guy fucking into you, you’d always needed other stimulation too. But his skillful thrusts hitting spots inside you you’d never felt before with such a devastating precision, mixed with the way your clit was starting to graze against the soft cotton of the pillowcase propped underneath you as he began to speed up slightly made it impossible not to. 

You finally snap, with a choked cry, muffled into the pillow. Your body trembling underneath his. It feels so deep, the waves of pleasure. The pleasure focused and pinpointed inside of you rather on the surface of you like you were used to. It makes your toes curl. He’s not far behind, his thrusts speeding up, panting in your ear as he lets go. You feel warmth flood you as you quiver through the aftershocks. 

He slumps beside you, pulling you to his side. You laugh soft and tired, your cheek pressed to his chest now as you nestle in closer. He smiles down at you as his hand rakes through your hair. “Whats so funny darlin’?”

“Just didn't know I could come like that” you say, half amused and half in awe. 

“Well did you like it?” he asks soft and curious. That makes you laugh again. You press a soft kiss to his chest.

“Very very much”

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lazy mornings

pairing- jackson joel x f! reader

summary- getting woken up with kisses on a lazy spring morning w/ joel for my fellow southern hemisphere girlies. + a lil soft smut :) (actually its mostly just smut)

warnings- fem reader, age gap (age not specified or mentioned but its what i imagined when writing it), joel is a bit of a tease, but also very sweet and loving, kissing, smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving)

wc-1.7k ish

(this is my first time writing smut, also my first time posting a fic to tumblr as well as writing 'x reader' fanfiction so im a bit nervy lowkey. so I hope this isnt awful lmao. also not proof read. enjoy <3)

You wake up like you usually do, the warm morning sun filtering through the blinds. Kissing across your skin, it seemed warmer than usual. 

Oh wait, it was Joel.

His warm lips skimming along the surface of you, along your cheek, your jaw. and your personal favourite along the column of your throat, the drag and scrape of his stubble against the sensitive skin there is what stirs you properly, the soft burn. Like granules digging and dragging soothed over by his warm wet tongue. Somehow in your sleep-addled mind you manage to make a soft sleepy whine. “Joel” your lips part around his name, the skin on the corners of your mouth catching as you do. protesting as you try and separate them, the long sleep had dried them out. 

Joel lets out a soft rough laugh against the bump of your throat. “Mornin’ sweetheart” he grumbles out. the words vibrating against the skin there, reverberating deep into where your own voice comes from. His voice echoes crackly and deep from sleep, he mustn’t have woken up much earlier than you. You feel a rough calloused palm snaking up your thigh before you can even respond. The drag of his weathered working hands against the soft delicate skin there, a sweet juxtaposition that never fails to intrigue the both of you. It makes your eyes flutter open. Catching a glimpse of his sleep tousled face. He looks so sweet like this, the crinkles on his cheek from where the fabric of the pillow had pressed. His eyes all soft glowing a deep amber from the sun cascading through the blinds, illuminating the soft lines across his face that the years had gifted him. 

You can't help the warm smile that tugs at your mouth. “Morning” you beam, practically dripping with adoration. You can't remember the last time you’d been woken up and not wanted to punch the person responsible, but Joel somehow knows the only way to wake you. 

Joel’s smile mirrors your own. “There’s my sweet girl” he lets out, his thumb still brushing along your inner thigh. Snaking higher and higher, catching at the hem of your pyjama shorts. You swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprints, and his hand is so large against your thigh it makes your head spin. “Was dreamin’ ‘bout you”, his gravelly voice only worsening the warmth that had started to build between your thighs. Your hand reaches to grip his wrist, pausing his movements against your skin. “Joel” you let out, a soft breathy warning. 

“Darlin’ let me take care of ya” his voice surprisingly soft as he gently bats your hand away, but his eyes are full of need. “Let me get these off you” he says as his hands reach to hook under the waistband of your shorts, his eyes meet yours a silent search for consent. And you nod, a soft movement against the pillows. His big hands drag your shorts and underwear off, slow and sure. Like he was savouring each new inch of skin displayed to him. He settles between your thighs, sitting back on his heels, draping your thighs atop of his. 

His hands drag along the tops of your thighs, travelling to the hem of your sleep shirt. His greedy hands sliding the hem up to roam over the softness of your stomach. “God you are so beautiful. Could look at you forever”. His eager touches, adding fuel to the already burning embers of your arousal. Your hips swivel against the mattress, an involuntary movement, your body searching for anything to dull the pulsing ache of your sex. “Joel please” you plead all soft, you know he doesn’t mean to tease, that he gets caught up in moments like these. Caught up in admiring every last bit of you. 

“Oh sweetheart” he coos, as his eyes catch on the sheen collecting between your thighs. The morning sun catching on its incandescent nature. “Look how pretty she’s shinin’, all for me” he says as his hand reaches down, his thumb catching on your mound, pulling gently on the skin there to expose you, to inspect you. You gasp at the feel of the cool breeze brushing against the sensitive skin of you, he watches in fascination as you pulse at the sensation. Joel hums in approval, a deep rumble of a noise  “Mmm she’s winkin’ at me, all needy. So sensitive”. 

Impatient and needy, unable to ignore the relentless throbbing of your clit you grab at his hand guiding it closer. A wordless plea to soothe the pain that had edged around the borders of your arousal. He obliges with a soft laugh, the coarse pad of his thumb brushing over the hood. The sensation easing the discomfort, sending warmth up your spine. He starts with slow practiced circles, watching enraptured as a soft whimper escapes your lips. He loves doing this you've realised, watching you. You're helpless to stop the little whines and moans that leave you as his ministrations build waves of pleasure. Small pulses that build, each time they travel further. Like electrical sparks, along your spine, down your legs, even the sensation starts to tingle at your fingertips and the soles of your feet. It feels like he’s lighting up your nervous system, the pleasure travelling through the neural pathways to places you never knew they could. It knocks the breath from your lungs. 

“You sound so pretty” he rasps against the skin of your stomach as he starts to settle down properly between your thighs. His lips hungry as he kisses lower, anticipation twisting in your stomach mixing with the steady build of pleasure as he keeps circling your clit. His hands move away, grasping at the soft flesh of your thighs, his warm wet mouth lunging forward, capturing you. His tongue flicks and swirls, he groans against you as the taste of you bursts on his tongue. “You always taste so fucking good” he practically growls against you, his eyes peering up from between your thighs to meet yours. No matter how many times he says that it always sends heat straight to your cheeks, burning them red. Your hand reaches down to thread into his thick greying locks. “You’re always so good at that” you pant out, dizzy heady with pleasure, your bottom lip tugged by your teeth. 

He smirks against you, a cheeky warm grin that always makes your stomach flutter. “What, you mean this?” he says followed by a slow, firm and explorative lick all the way along you. It makes your hips stutter when his tongue catches at your exposed clit. Your head tips back with a moan, your hand gripping tighter in his hair. “Yeah, that” you say with a breathless laugh, one that catches and morphs into a needy moan. 

He’s steady and slow despite his own neediness to devour you, knowing the slower he builds it up the more satisfying it is to watch you fall. His tongue swirling and flicking across you, his tongue exploring down to dip inside you, feeling as you clench around his tongue. He returns to your clit, sensing your neediness now he finally circles the flat of his tongue against it, firm and fast. The pleasure fizzles like sparks under the surface of your skin, you’re getting close and he knows it. 

“Please don't stop” you whine, your hand tugging in his hair, thighs squeezing a subconscious attempt at keeping him right where he is. He moans against your skin at your sounds, your pleasure. You feel rough fingertips circling at your entrance before he pierces you with two of his thick harsh fingers. He moves them fast and eager, facilitated by the wetness of you. He prods at that spot inside you relentlessly, the one that morphs the pleasure from the surface of you, into something deep and satiating. “Oh fuck! Joel” you gasp, sensing that your release is near, the pleasure big and unrelenting, about to crash like a tidal wave. Your hips stutter away, you’d get like this sometimes, when the pleasure was so overwhelming. The intensity making you shy away from your orgasm. But he knows this, he doesn't let you, his warm mouth chasing you and his free hand pressing harder against your thigh to pin you down. “Uh uh, no running. Come for me baby” he says against you. 

Its his persistence that usually does it. The steady sure nature of his movements. Joel’s tongue soft and velvety as it circles your clit, the place that makes pleasure spark everywhere, your skin tingle, and his rough fingers prodding, pressing and dragging along that place that pinpoints it deep. It’s the juxtaposition that does it, the duality of the silk of his tongue and the rawness of his fingers. It snaps what's building, letting it wreck through you. Deep tsunami like waves sloshing inside you, of pure unadulterated pleasure. You clench rhythmically around his fingers as each peak rushes through you. Your thighs and stomach twitching as the sensations light your body on fire. 

Joel’s tongue is what coaxes you down, languidly roaming across your skin, not to pleasure but to soothe. His fingers slowly easing out of you as his hands return to your thighs soothing over the jumpy skin. “You always come so prettily for me” he says as he kisses up your stomach. He reaches your eye level, one of his hands coming to cup your face, tender and soft. “You alright sweetheart?” as he speaks you watch the way the light reflects off of his glistening lips and chin. You nod, your eyes heavy lidded, your chest still heaving as you calm down. “Mhmm” you hum lazily.

He laughs softly. “My sweet thing, you look so wrecked”. You laugh in response, an airy soft noise. “Thats your doing, but I bet you’re proud of that”. Joel nods, a fond smile decorating his face. “Very proud” he leans back looking over you, his hands still lazily roaming along the expanse of your skin. “Let me admire my work”

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lazy mornings

pairing- jackson joel x f! reader

summary- getting woken up with kisses on a lazy spring morning w/ joel for my fellow southern hemisphere girlies. + a lil soft smut :) (actually its mostly just smut)

warnings- fem reader, age gap (age not specified or mentioned but its what i imagined when writing it), joel is a bit of a tease, but also very sweet and loving, kissing, smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving)

wc-1.7k ish

(this is my first time writing smut, also my first time posting a fic to tumblr as well as writing 'x reader' fanfiction so im a bit nervy lowkey. so I hope this isnt awful lmao. also not proof read. enjoy <3)

You wake up like you usually do, the warm morning sun filtering through the blinds. Kissing across your skin, it seemed warmer than usual. 

Oh wait, it was Joel.

His warm lips skimming along the surface of you, along your cheek, your jaw. and your personal favourite along the column of your throat, the drag and scrape of his stubble against the sensitive skin there is what stirs you properly, the soft burn. Like granules digging and dragging soothed over by his warm wet tongue. Somehow in your sleep-addled mind you manage to make a soft sleepy whine. “Joel” your lips part around his name, the skin on the corners of your mouth catching as you do. protesting as you try and separate them, the long sleep had dried them out. 

Joel lets out a soft rough laugh against the bump of your throat. “Mornin’ sweetheart” he grumbles out. the words vibrating against the skin there, reverberating deep into where your own voice comes from. His voice echoes crackly and deep from sleep, he mustn’t have woken up much earlier than you. You feel a rough calloused palm snaking up your thigh before you can even respond. The drag of his weathered working hands against the soft delicate skin there, a sweet juxtaposition that never fails to intrigue the both of you. It makes your eyes flutter open. Catching a glimpse of his sleep tousled face. He looks so sweet like this, the crinkles on his cheek from where the fabric of the pillow had pressed. His eyes all soft glowing a deep amber from the sun cascading through the blinds, illuminating the soft lines across his face that the years had gifted him. 

You can't help the warm smile that tugs at your mouth. “Morning” you beam, practically dripping with adoration. You can't remember the last time you’d been woken up and not wanted to punch the person responsible, but Joel somehow knows the only way to wake you. 

Joel’s smile mirrors your own. “There’s my sweet girl” he lets out, his thumb still brushing along your inner thigh. Snaking higher and higher, catching at the hem of your pyjama shorts. You swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprints, and his hand is so large against your thigh it makes your head spin. “Was dreamin’ ‘bout you”, his gravelly voice only worsening the warmth that had started to build between your thighs. Your hand reaches to grip his wrist, pausing his movements against your skin. “Joel” you let out, a soft breathy warning. 

“Darlin’ let me take care of ya” his voice surprisingly soft as he gently bats your hand away, but his eyes are full of need. “Let me get these off you” he says as his hands reach to hook under the waistband of your shorts, his eyes meet yours a silent search for consent. And you nod, a soft movement against the pillows. His big hands drag your shorts and underwear off, slow and sure. Like he was savouring each new inch of skin displayed to him. He settles between your thighs, sitting back on his heels, draping your thighs atop of his. 

His hands drag along the tops of your thighs, travelling to the hem of your sleep shirt. His greedy hands sliding the hem up to roam over the softness of your stomach. “God you are so beautiful. Could look at you forever”. His eager touches, adding fuel to the already burning embers of your arousal. Your hips swivel against the mattress, an involuntary movement, your body searching for anything to dull the pulsing ache of your sex. “Joel please” you plead all soft, you know he doesn’t mean to tease, that he gets caught up in moments like these. Caught up in admiring every last bit of you. 

“Oh sweetheart” he coos, as his eyes catch on the sheen collecting between your thighs. The morning sun catching on its incandescent nature. “Look how pretty she’s shinin’, all for me” he says as his hand reaches down, his thumb catching on your mound, pulling gently on the skin there to expose you, to inspect you. You gasp at the feel of the cool breeze brushing against the sensitive skin of you, he watches in fascination as you pulse at the sensation. Joel hums in approval, a deep rumble of a noise  “Mmm she’s winkin’ at me, all needy. So sensitive”. 

Impatient and needy, unable to ignore the relentless throbbing of your clit you grab at his hand guiding it closer. A wordless plea to soothe the pain that had edged around the borders of your arousal. He obliges with a soft laugh, the coarse pad of his thumb brushing over the hood. The sensation easing the discomfort, sending warmth up your spine. He starts with slow practiced circles, watching enraptured as a soft whimper escapes your lips. He loves doing this you've realised, watching you. You're helpless to stop the little whines and moans that leave you as his ministrations build waves of pleasure. Small pulses that build, each time they travel further. Like electrical sparks, along your spine, down your legs, even the sensation starts to tingle at your fingertips and the soles of your feet. It feels like he’s lighting up your nervous system, the pleasure travelling through the neural pathways to places you never knew they could. It knocks the breath from your lungs. 

“You sound so pretty” he rasps against the skin of your stomach as he starts to settle down properly between your thighs. His lips hungry as he kisses lower, anticipation twisting in your stomach mixing with the steady build of pleasure as he keeps circling your clit. His hands move away, grasping at the soft flesh of your thighs, his warm wet mouth lunging forward, capturing you. His tongue flicks and swirls, he groans against you as the taste of you bursts on his tongue. “You always taste so fucking good” he practically growls against you, his eyes peering up from between your thighs to meet yours. No matter how many times he says that it always sends heat straight to your cheeks, burning them red. Your hand reaches down to thread into his thick greying locks. “You’re always so good at that” you pant out, dizzy heady with pleasure, your bottom lip tugged by your teeth. 

He smirks against you, a cheeky warm grin that always makes your stomach flutter. “What, you mean this?” he says followed by a slow, firm and explorative lick all the way along you. It makes your hips stutter when his tongue catches at your exposed clit. Your head tips back with a moan, your hand gripping tighter in his hair. “Yeah, that” you say with a breathless laugh, one that catches and morphs into a needy moan. 

He’s steady and slow despite his own neediness to devour you, knowing the slower he builds it up the more satisfying it is to watch you fall. His tongue swirling and flicking across you, his tongue exploring down to dip inside you, feeling as you clench around his tongue. He returns to your clit, sensing your neediness now he finally circles the flat of his tongue against it, firm and fast. The pleasure fizzles like sparks under the surface of your skin, you’re getting close and he knows it. 

“Please don't stop” you whine, your hand tugging in his hair, thighs squeezing a subconscious attempt at keeping him right where he is. He moans against your skin at your sounds, your pleasure. You feel rough fingertips circling at your entrance before he pierces you with two of his thick harsh fingers. He moves them fast and eager, facilitated by the wetness of you. He prods at that spot inside you relentlessly, the one that morphs the pleasure from the surface of you, into something deep and satiating. “Oh fuck! Joel” you gasp, sensing that your release is near, the pleasure big and unrelenting, about to crash like a tidal wave. Your hips stutter away, you’d get like this sometimes, when the pleasure was so overwhelming. The intensity making you shy away from your orgasm. But he knows this, he doesn't let you, his warm mouth chasing you and his free hand pressing harder against your thigh to pin you down. “Uh uh, no running. Come for me baby” he says against you. 

Its his persistence that usually does it. The steady sure nature of his movements. Joel’s tongue soft and velvety as it circles your clit, the place that makes pleasure spark everywhere, your skin tingle, and his rough fingers prodding, pressing and dragging along that place that pinpoints it deep. It’s the juxtaposition that does it, the duality of the silk of his tongue and the rawness of his fingers. It snaps what's building, letting it wreck through you. Deep tsunami like waves sloshing inside you, of pure unadulterated pleasure. You clench rhythmically around his fingers as each peak rushes through you. Your thighs and stomach twitching as the sensations light your body on fire. 

Joel’s tongue is what coaxes you down, languidly roaming across your skin, not to pleasure but to soothe. His fingers slowly easing out of you as his hands return to your thighs soothing over the jumpy skin. “You always come so prettily for me” he says as he kisses up your stomach. He reaches your eye level, one of his hands coming to cup your face, tender and soft. “You alright sweetheart?” as he speaks you watch the way the light reflects off of his glistening lips and chin. You nod, your eyes heavy lidded, your chest still heaving as you calm down. “Mhmm” you hum lazily.

He laughs softly. “My sweet thing, you look so wrecked”. You laugh in response, an airy soft noise. “Thats your doing, but I bet you’re proud of that”. Joel nods, a fond smile decorating his face. “Very proud” he leans back looking over you, his hands still lazily roaming along the expanse of your skin. “Let me admire my work”

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