pedro pascal: is the most adorable puppy dog of a man who does the peace sign when people take photos and giggles when people call him daddy and then says momma and fangirls over other celebs and looks at fan accounts to cheer himself up
every studio: we are going to cast This Man in the reluctant grumpy bounty hunter father role, the reluctant violent angry post apocalyptic father role, the dickhead actor whoās high or drunk all the time role, the cop with a dark side that gets a lil corrupted by the cartel he tries to take down role, the megalomaniac supervillain against a dc hero role, the Texan back stabbing double crossing spy role, the bloodthirsty horn dog of a man literally nicknamed The Red Viper for his murdering methods role etc
Warnings: SMUT MDNI, insecurity, slight angst, face sitting, joel being so supportive and sweet I wanna cry, FLUFF
Joel Miller x F!Reader 1.4K words
A/N: Iām so sorry this took so long thank you for being so patient I hope it was worth the wait <3
āYou want me to do what?ā You stared at Joel in disbelief. He tightens his hold on your hips, squeezing the flesh while he leans in to kiss your neck leaving his lips to brush over your pulse point, smiling at the feeling of your pulse skipping and repeats his request.Ā
āI want you to take that pretty little pussy of yours and sit on my face, sweet girl.ā Your face flushes with heat and though you can feel the sincerity and desire in his tone and in his touch, doubt creeps its way up your spine wrapping its ugly claws around your brain.
You know that obviously to a certain degree Joel must find your body attractive. He touches you enough to make that a fact even in your own lack of confidence. Though you donāt understand how a man as beautiful as Joel could look at your stomach, thighs, arms, hell your everything, and still want you.
āWhatās goinā on up there, huh?ā Joel says to you as he lifts his head, kissing your temple.Ā
āI-Iāve never done that before. What if I hurt you? What if Iām too-ā
āStop.ā His hard tone of voice instantly had you freezing. Great. You fucked it up. He was gonna tell you that being with someone who wasnāt confident, wasnāt sexy. That it was exhausting having to hold your hand through everything. You looked down ashamed, ready to step back and accept whatever harsh truth came out of his mouth.Ā
Joel lets out a sigh, lifting your chin up and kissing you softly. It gives you a split second of peace from the war going on inside your mind before it comes rushing back. When you look at him Joel looks like heās debating something. Before you can ask what heās thinking he has you on your back, heās hovering over you, head cocked to the side.
āSweet girl, I don't know what kinda little boys you've messed with in past makin' you think that nonsense. But I'm just gonna have to show you exactly how sexy you really are." Youāre breathless. This was not how you expected this conversation to go. The way his eyes and hands are raking up and down your body make you flush with heat and want to hide away. You bring your hands up to try and cover your face, but Joel is quick to stop you, pinning both hands above your head. Heās only using one of his hands, his long thick fingers circling your wrists.Ā
āNo, pretty girl. Watch me.ā He takes his other hand and slowly starts pulling up your nightgown. When he reaches your panties he pauses, skimming his fingers over the band. It makes you wiggle underneath him. Wanting desperately for him to touch you, ease the ache building in your core. But Joel just smirks and continues his journey upward. Once your stomach is exposed youāre more self conscious, hoping he doesnāt linger there too long. But of course, he does. As he showers you with attention, you canāt seem to make yourself mind anymore. Now never wanting him to stop.Ā
Joel presses down on your wrists, not enough to hurt, but enough for you to pay attention. āYou keep these here. You hear me?ā He looks at you waiting for your confirmation. āY-yes.ā He smiles affectionately at you. āGood girl. Youāre my good girl arenāt you?ā
Before you can try and answer him, heās making his way down, kissing your stomach, your sides, your hips. His breath is warm and the scruff of his beard leaves a faint tickle on your skin.Ā
No matter how embarrassed youād normally feel you canāt help the whimpers escaping your lips, which only encourages him more. He reaches up and starts massaging your breasts. Tweaking your nipples, gently pinching and pulling in a way that always makes your back arch.
The feeling of Joel kissing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties was almost enough to make you see stars. Despite his orders to keep your hands above your headā your hands flew to head, pulling his hair. Once you realize your mistake you let go looking down at him.
āI-Iām sorryāā You start to apologize but he cuts you off for the second time that night to ease your growing anxiety.Ā
āShhh, itās okay sweetheart. I know itās so much isnāt it?ā He uses both hands to spread your knees farther apart, keeping them wide for him. He runs the tip of his nose up and down your covered slit, teasing you.Ā
Your voice is timid and pleading. āJoel, please.ā Your face is burning with embarrassment from being so spread out but nothing compares to the heat rushing up your spine when Joel moves your panties to the side and finally licks your clit. His eyes stay on your face but your eyes have already rolled back, head thrown back as you can do nothing but be consumed by the feeling of his warm mouth on you.Ā
After a few licks and sucking on your clit Joel starts to pull back, making you whine and reach for him.Ā āNo, no, please donāt stop.āĀ
Joel chuckles and licks your juices off his lips. āWe can continue for as long as you want. Once you get on top.ā He looks at you expectantly and you were so caught up in the pleasure of him before you had completely forgotten what made him start in the first place. The anxiety slowly started creeping back up, but with Joel no longer there to lap it up your thighs were beginning to get slick with your wetness, your clit throbbing begging for him to just come back.
āOkayāYes, okay just, please Joel it hurts.ā Joel gave you a smile thatās always been reserved just for you and laid back, offering you his hand to help you move into position, hovering over his face.
āCome on, little goddess. You can do it. Youāre so wet, I know this sweet pussy needs to cum. Use me, let me make you feel good.ā Joelās words give you the motivation you need to finally lower yourself down brushing your lips to his mouth.Ā
He growls and itās like something in him snaps. He wraps his arms over your thighs pulling all your weight down onto his face. You have to lean back slightly bracing yourself on his thighs. He moans, itās muffled from him being underneath you but itās the loudest heās ever moaned before. His eyes are closed and heās drinking from you like this is purely for his pleasure. When you chance a look behind you, Joelās erection is painfully obvious. You can see it twitching in his boxers, a wet spot forming at the tip and the proof of how much heās enjoying this makes any doubt you had leave your mind.
Your hips start rolling on their own accord. Joelās tongue inside you while his nose rubs against your clit. Your thighs are shaking and your vision is blurry. You try to tell him your cumming but you arenāt even sure anything other than loud moans of his name is coming out of your mouth.
Ā Joel is saying something underneath you but you canāt make out what heās saying with the ringing in your ears. His grip on you tightens as he sucks on your clit. Your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. In and out over and over. You arenāt sure how long it goes on for but Joel doesnāt let up, sucking and licking as you ride it out.Ā
When the euphoria of your orgasm finally releases you from its grasp your body slackens and you lay with your back to Joelās torso. Joelās boxers wet underneath you from his own orgasm. Youāre both so blissed out you can't even be bothered to move.
Joel comes to first, āFuck, baby, look at you. Fucking beautiful.ā He moves you gently off of him, laughing softly at your groans of protest. āI know sweetheart but weāre a mess. Time for a bath, stay right here Iāll be back.ā
Your eyes remain closed but you hum in acknowledgment. Joel kisses your forehead and gets off the bed. You know heāll come back for your once your bath is ready, so until then you drift off to sleep. Enjoying the sound of Joel humming your favorite song.
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summary: After the mysterious man you now know as Joel Miller leaves you his address and a message to find him, you do just that. How will the man who ruined you be in person?
warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, 18+ ONLY, afab!reader, dirty talk, swearing, blowjobs, minor face fucking, choking on dick, spanking, prone bone positon/weighted blanket Joel, unprotected sex, creampie, crying during sex.
a/n: The highly anticipated part 2 to desire is here! Honestly im so nervous that this doesn't live up to peoples expectations so if it doesn't then im sorry. I really do hope you like this even a fraction as much as you loved desire. Speaking of which the reaction to desire has been so so amazing and I want to thank you all for it. Its really motivated me and it makes me so happy. Also the wifi here sucks and i cant add a gif sooo mb
part one: desire || Can be read standalone
Why were you so Nervous, Itās just sex. Just sex with a man who absolutely rocked your fucking world. You had no idea who he is or what he looks like, and he doesnāt even know your name. But if the s. is that good, then who cares.
It's just before dusk that you finally head over to his place. Easily sneaking past FEDRA guards as their schedules have become predictable at this point. As you walk up the steps you start to get nervous. You triple check the address and the apartment number scribbled on the piece of paper he left you.
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door. Thereās shuffling behind the door and before youāre ready it swings open. Your eyes widen as you take in the man in front of you.
Is this Joel? You sure hope it is because fuck. Is he hot. His hair is slicked back and peppered with streaks of grey. His beard is patchy but full enough to fill his face. His eyes, oh god his eyes. Despite what appears to be a permanent glare etched onto his face, it doesnāt scare you. Your eyes drift down to his body and youāre practically ready to climb him like a tree.
His shoulders are broad and his button up shirt stretches around his arms and chest. Heās got a bit of a tummy, but you like it that way. It doesnāt take away from how strong he is. You already know how big it is, if lingering soreness is any indication. He puts his arm on the door frame and leans against it.
āJoel?ā He looks confused for a moment before realization flashes in his eyes. He smirks and he looks you up and down.
āWell, hey there baby. Glad to see you got my message.ā His voice is low and sexy as he already feels himself getting hard in his pants. Joel didnāt indulge in places like that very often, but your pussy was quite memorable. Putting on your best flirty look you press your hands to his chest.
āYou glad to see me? Because Iām glad to see you.ā You purr as you drag your hands down to his belt. Tugging on it lightly.Ā His eyes darken as he grabs your wrists and pulls them back up.
āCareful baby, if you look at me like that for much longer, Iāll have you on your knees right here.ā He growls in your ear. Smirking you lean over and gently bite the lobe of his ear.
āPromise?ā The door slams behind you as his arms wrap around your waist.
His lips crash into your own, his tongue shoving itself into your mouth as he groans loudly. You messily unbutton his shirt as he practically rips your undone.
āFuck.ā You look at your now ruined shirt and scowl, but Joel canāt seem to care.
āSorry baby, couldnāt help myself.ā He has a mattress in the corner of the room, and it looks clean enough.
āLay down old man.ā You tease and he chuckles.
āOld man? You werenāt calling me old when I was pounding my cock into this pussy.ā He cups your cunt and runs his fingers along until he rubs against your clit making you whimper.
He smirks but he does lay down on the mattress. He props his back against the wall and waits. Discarding your ruined clothes, he watches hungrily as you strip each piece away, revealing your naked body.
āSo beautiful baby.ā He mumbles as you throw your last piece of clothing off.
āNot too bad yourself handsome.ā
You straddle his waist and kiss him. Your hands cupping his face as you slowly grind your hips. His cock is already hard underneath you. The rough material of his jeans creating a delicious friction against your clit.
āFuckinā dirty.ā He slaps your ass and grabs your hips.
It was pure torture for Joel. An incredibly pleasurable torture. Joel raises his hips and helps you take off his jeans. With a wicked smirk you lean down and lick the tip of his cock.
Ever since that night with Joel youāve dreamed of getting down on your knees and sucking his cock. Taking as much as you can in your mouth you use your hand to pump the rest of it.Ā Joel's hands fly to your head, guiding your mouth up and down.
The sounds of your choking only making him harder, making him hornier. He canāt help but thrust his hips up and shove his dick down your throat.
āSāokay baby, you can take it.ā His thumb runs along your cheek and despite the tears falling down your face you nod.
Youāre incredibly turned on from the force Joel uses and his sweet but filthy words. His groans fill the room as you happily choke on his cock. You can feel him twitching in your mouth but before he can blow his load, he pulls you off. Taking deep breaths, you look at him confused.
āDonāt wanna finish in your mouth, rather fill you up again.ā He grabs your waist and together you move until youāre pinned on your stomach.
āBeen thinkinā about you baby, hoped you would show up soon.ā He gropes your ass unashamedly.
Admiring it and squeezing it with his hands. He lightly slaps it making you jump. Slowly he reaches down and admires your cunt. Itās already wet and ready for him. Just how he likes it. He sticks two fingers into his mouth before sliding them into your cunt. Fucking you slowly on them to open you up.
āJoelllā You whine, wanting more than just his fingers. He tuts and slaps your ass again.
āSo fuckinā needy.ā Despite his words he grants your wish and pulls his fingers out and lines his cock up with your cunt. With a loud grunt he slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of you in one thrust.
āOh Joel!ā You moan loudly, clenching around him tightly.
āI canātā¦Fuck.ā Your face falls into the mattress. Every single one of your senses are overwhelmed. All you can feel is Joel, all you can hear are the small sounds heās making.
āYou didnāt have a problem taking me last time babyā¦Let this old man fuck you real nice.ā He practically falls on top of you.
Trapping you under his weight and forcing you to take him even deeper. His hands cover yours and pin them next to your head. His nose nudging against your cheek as he pulls back his hips and fucks into you roughly.
His thrusts are slow but hard. Sending shocks through your body with each one. His grunts sound like thunder in your ear as he starts to lose his composure.
Your skin is so warm, so soft. Your moans arenāt muffled this time, he can hear them loud and clear. Every little whimper, every little gasp for air. All his doing.
He growls like a fucking animal as he pounds his hips faster. His cock is driving deep into you. So much deeper than you thought possible. Over and over again.
Hitting a spot inside you that sends tears running down your face. Good tears. Fucking great tears. You dreamed of being fucked like this. You feel safe under him. Even if heās rearranging your guts right now.
āJoel..Need you..Please.ā You tilt your head up, your face wet with tears as you beg him to send you over the edge. Your orgasm has been building and you need a little more to make you come. Though truthfully you could come just from his cock at this point.
āI got you, donāt you worry. Iāll take good care of you.ā He truly means it.
Now that heās seen your face, held your body, made you scream his name. Thereās no way in hell heās letting you walk out that door. You let out a shocked cry as he pulls his dick out. He gets onto his knees and flips you on your stomach.
āI wanna look at your pretty face while you come on my cock baby.ā Pushing your legs apart he fucks into you again.
At this angle he can see everything. Just as he wants it. Your eyes had been screwed shut due to the pleasure, but you force them open, wanting to see Joel.
Any ounce of resolve you once had is gone when you meet his eyes. His mouth hangs open, sweat glistens on his face and chest. Heās perfect. Heās everything you want. They way he looks at you, the intensity burning in his eyes, paired with his cock buried deep in your pussy. Itās enough to send shockwaves through your body. Your orgasm crashes through your body and leaves you shaking and moaning under Joel.
He watches in awe as you thrash and squeeze his cock. It doesnāt take long for him to come hard, how could he hold back while your cunt milks him for all heās got. He comes hard and for a long time. Squirting into you until his cum is dripping out of you.
āStay here. Iāll take care of you I promise.ā Joel spills out. His head is in the clouds, but he means every word. This isnāt just a meaningless fuck. He feels something. Something deep inside that he wonāt let go.
āDoesnāt that sound nice hm? I know how to get things. Iāll teach ya and in return you can let me fuck you senseless every night.ā He buries his face in your neck.
Biting and sucking roughly as he comes down from his high. Moaning softly, you wrap your arms around his neck. You donāt have to think about it. Not for a second. You want this, you want him. You need him in your life, in your bed, and especially in between your legs.
āYes,ā You cup his face and bring him to meet your eyes.
Admiring every little thing about him that you can. Capturing his lips in a passionate kiss he groans, hands wandering your body, bringing you as close to him as he can.
summary: You need money and a offering your body for some mutual pleasure doesn't seem like a bad idea. If only you could know the man behind the wall who is set on ruining you for anyone else.
warnings: MINORS DNI. NSFW. 18+ ONLY. glory hole smut bby, dirty talk, unprotected sex, afab!reader, fingering, creampie, pussy slapping, sex work (we love and respect sex workers here tyvm), Joel calls you a toy, anonymous sex, swearing, rough sex.
a/n: Aight so no one judge me but I want this so badly and I want Joel to be the man to do it to me. Anyways please let me know if I missed a warning and I hope you enjoy!
part two: crave
People have needs. They had needs before the outbreak and they have needs after the outbreak. There's really no judgement anymore between people. Maybe some suspicious looks or hushed whispers every now and then but no one really has any moral high ground anymore.
You've lied, stolen, cheated, killed. Does it make you proud? Not always bit hey, that's just how it has to be sometimes. Today happened to be a day where you needed ration cards and to fulfill a few...desires.
A carnal desire to be completely ruined.
No emotions, no complications. Just a dick inside of you and an orgasm is all you need. Those kinds of services aren't easy to find anymore but you know the right people.
You heard whispers of an underground brothel of sorts. The upper half of your body is hidden away meaning you didn't have to see the men and they didn't get to see you. For ration cards and whatever the men felt like tipping was a good enough deal for you.
The little bed they provided was comfortable enough. It was leather and cool to the touch. Stripping your clothes down you shiver as you climb onto it. After some instructions that are muffled by the wall, you feel a pair of hands hook you up to the cuffs.
Spreading you out so that your cunt and ass are fully on display. You shift around, hearing the swinging of the small chain against the wood. It's only a few moments before you hear voices. You aren't the only one who's here. Some are on their stomachs while some are like you.
Either way all you can do now is patiently wait. You wonder what kind of people are here. In fact you wouldn't be surprised if a few FEDRA soldiers took pleasure in a place like this. Moans and grunts fill the room and you bite your lip in anticipation for what's to come.
Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your legs. A gasp escapes from your lips as you feel his rough hands glide up and down your bare skin.
Even if you can't see him you can tell he's a big man. His hands wrap around your ankle, thumb running over the flesh. He's a tease. Most men would dive right in, not wasting anytime lubing up and fucking their cock into one of your holes.
But this man, he's taking his time. You jump when you feel his lips on your skin. Their chapped and sloppy as he kisses down your leg until he hits your thigh. It's a strange but incredibly wonderful feeling as he sucks on the skin. He nips your thigh and you whine.
A muffled chuckle can be heard through the wall and you know he's enjoying this. His hands slowly slide further down until they're right where you want them to be. His thumb swipes over your clit and you squirm. The small burst of pleasure was nice but you crave more.
"Don't move baby." The man purrs, his voice is clearer than before and fuck does he sound delicious. It's deep and smooth like whiskey. There's an accent to him too.
But you're not one to just roll over, at least not now. You want to see how far he'll go. Defiantly you roll your hips as best you can, searching for the sweet touch of his fingers. He tsks and you let out a small scream as his hand comes down on your pussy.
He slapped you and fuck did it feel good. A rush of arousal fills your body as you crave the feeling again. "What'd I fuckin' tell you." Without another word he slides two of his fingers deep inside of your cunt.
No warning, no time to get used to the feeling. A small glob of spit hits your cunt and he slowly pulls his fingers out, spreading it around and then shoves them back in. His thick fingers pound into you without mercy.
"Oh fuck!" You cry as you mindlessly search for something to grab onto. To anchor you back to reality as this man makes you see stars.
His fingers are so thick and curling in every way that makes you scream. There's no shame anymore as he groans at the sight of you sucking up his fingers. So wet, so tight.
"Bet you're gonna feel real nice taking this dick baby." He mumbles. You hear the clinking of a belt and his breathing becomes faster. He must be touching himself.
Fuck.
You almost regret having the wall between the two of you, wanting to know what it looks like. Wanting to see how he fucks his cock with his hand. If he's long, if he's girthy.
His thumb presses hard on your clit and you cry out, music to his ears. Why he's doing this you'll never know but you're glad he is. You're glad he's taking his time with you. Pleasuring you.
The tightness in your core gets tighter and tighter as he continues to fuck you with his fingers relentlessly. You're not really supposed to talk so you let your moans speak for you. Not holding back as you get closer and closer to the edge.
"Almost there." The man grunts out. Before you can come he rips his hand away from you. If you could you'd curse him out until next week. It's not fair.
"Aw don't be sad baby, I'll get you nice and full real soon." The man purrs.
The tip of his cock slides into your dripping cunt and god...he's big. Really fucking big.
"That shut you up real quick." He slides in a slow, torturous pace.
It doesn't fucking stop. When his hips hit the back of your thighs you're shaking from the feeling. The head of his dick deep inside of you, deeper than you thought possible.
"Ah fuck, knew you'd be a special one." His hands slide down to your ass and lifts it slightly. His hands giving it a squeeze before he slides out and slams back in. Your back arches as he fucks deep and rough into you.
"Take it baby, take this cock." He grunts loudly as he starts to lose his composure. It's like you're made for him. He could get lost in this cunt. Fuck if he could he'd take you out to dinner after this and fuck you on his mattress. Keep you safe and provide for you.
"Feel good? Bet it does, bet this is the best fucking cock you've ever taken." You're nodding your head but he can't see it. He's fucking the words out of you.
Leaving you breathless and desperate to come. The bruising grip on your ass loosens as he slaps it instead. Sending shockwaves through your body and prompting him to do it again.
"Ngh-Fuck! Oh god please." You moan.
If your legs weren't pinned to the wall you'd spread them even wider. Wanting all of what this man can give you. He's getting cocky but he can back it up with how he's treating you. And he's right. This is the best dick you've gotten in a long time.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya. Just hold on a little longer." His hands run across your ass, this time in a much softer manner.
You wish the wall was gone. That you could see his face, see the man who's ruining you like you always dreamed of.
"Hurry up." You hear someone else say.
Suddenly you're brought back to reality. You're just someone to fuck. No face and no name. You came here for that but now you're wishing you could at least the get name of this man.
"Fuck off." He snarls. His gruff voice getting angrier as he stills his hips. Silently you clench around him, begging him to fuck you again.
"Patience." He says to you harshly as he slaps your ass.
"You've been here for fucking ever man." The other man complains.
"I won't say it again. This one is mine." It shouldn't arouse you as much as it does. You don't know him and he doesn't know you but god the way he said it. The way he called you his, it made you want him even more.
Of course he notices the way you started to shift when he said it. How you squeezed around his cock, and the small whine you let out.
"Oh you like that? Like knowing that you're going to be nothing but my little toy." His hips start to move faster.
His dick fucking roughly into you over and over again. He's ruthless, chasing his own pleasure and using your pussy as a means for it. His thumb rubs your clit harshly as he nears his end. Knowing you're getting closer to coming you egg him on.
Begging for him to make you come. Pleading for him to push you over the edge with his cock and his fingers. His hands slam against the wall, groaning loudly as he stills his hips. He doesn't let up on your clit until you cry out and come hard on his cock.
He's throbbing in overstimulation but he stays deep inside. Not ready to give up your sweet pussy yet. His cock slides out slowly and you hate it, wanting him to stay inside you for longer. Whining sadly you clench around nothing.
"Don't be sad baby, I meant what I said." He says sweetly.
You can feel his cum dripping from you and down your body. It feels sticky and hot and you want more. You gasp when two of his fingers gather the dripping mess and pushes it back into your cunt.
"Come find me when you're done baby." With that he's gone.
You take a moment to catch your breath and thankfully no one comes up to you. His words dawn on you. Come find him? He didn't even give you a name.
Some more men come and go but no one compares to him. As they try and fuck you with their sloppy thrusts and misguided hands, all you can think of is him.
You're sore when they unlock your legs. When you leave they hand you an envelope and send you on your way. There's a wonderful ache as you walk back home.
Finally when you're safe from FEDRA and in your shitty little apartment you open the envelope. The promised ration cards are there but with them is a bundle that contained almost double the pay.
Attached was a small note with a name.
Joel Miller
Below that is an address messily scribbled down. Smirking you throw the card on your bedside table. You'll find him. And when you do, he better be ready.
summary: "I'm not done with you." or big dick joel miller fucks you hard
warnings: smut! Minors DNI, 18+ only!! penetrative sex, afab!reader, joel calls you baby, rough sex, slight weighted blanket joel <3, dirty talk. Just filth bc im so horny for this guy
a/n: My first joel smut!! It's not long sorry but i just wanted to test the waters and see if i can even write joel smut at all lol. Also I should probably post this tmr bc its late af here but oh well
"J-Joel.."
You moan loudly as his hands grip your hips tightly, his fingertips definitely leaving bruises as he slams your hips back into him.
"Quiet." He groans as he shoves your head into the pillows. Leaning until his hairy chest is against your back. His hips thrust hard against you making you wail.
"So big.." You whine as you claw the sheets.
You love when Joel is rough, when he lets go of all his worries in that pretty head of his and fucks you until the sun comes up. All he could do is smirk, push you against the thin walls of your shitty little apartment and whisper the filthiest things imaginable in your ear.
It's how you ended up on his bed, stripped of your clothes and being destroyed by his cock.
His hands lock with yours as he pushes them deep into the bed. His weight presses you down, forcing you to stay still as he pounds deep into you over and over again. His power and speed never faltering as he bites down hard on your shoulder to muffle his moans. Your hips squirm helplessly he hits a sweet spot. You try to tug your hands from his grip but he doesn't budge.
"Makin' you feel that good baby?" He smiles into your skin.
Your desperate moans only making him want to fuck you harder. His cock stretches your poor pussy with every thrust. Your cunt flutters around his cock as you come hard, you swear you can see stars as you go limp under him.
It becomes apparently very quickly that Joel has no plans on stopping. He sits up on his knees and holds your hips up so he can properly fuck you.
One of his rough fingers slipping down to play with your clit. You jerk out of his grip and lean forward out of instinct. The overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes.
"Fuck!" You cry as he grabs your hips and brings you back.
Sliding his dick in hard until his hips meet your ass. Giving you no time to breathe as he continues to fuck the breath out of you.
"I'm not done with you." He growls. Fucking hell that might be the hottest thing he's ever said to you.
Exhausted you fall onto the bed. Grabbing the pillow above you and burying your face in it as you let Joel use you like a toy. The obscene sounds of your wet cunt is music to his ears.
Leaning down he brushes your cheek softly, cooing in your ear as he slams his hips and stills. His cock throbbing as you squeeze around him.
"So pretty baby, just stay like this for me okay?" He kisses your forehead and you smile tiredly. His hands glide down your body and you sigh happily. Fucked out by his cock and ready for him to do whatever he pleases.
Headcanon: What sleeping position do they most like when you are with them? (Pedro Pascal characters)š¤
Joel Miller
He likes you to be a ābigā spoon. He wants you to cuddle up to his back, while heās facing the door/danger. This is how he protects you.
He will prefer this position even in the open space.
Heās so used to it that even when youāre awake, like lying on the couch, he prefers you behind his back.
He constantly intertwines his hand with yours.
He will purr with pleasure if you kiss his neck just before falling asleep.
Heāll always keep you warm.
Javier Pena
Javi likes you to be a ālittleā spoon. He loves to wrap his strong arms around you and pull you to his chest. He will kiss the bare skin of your arms, and your neck and whisper sweet words: āhermosa, cariƱo, mi dulceā¦ā
He loves the smell of your shampoo, so he often falls asleep with his nose in your hair.
He will always make sure you have as many soft pillows as you need.
Oberyn Martell
Oberyn doesnāt have a favorite position. In fact, heās fine with anything as long as youāre close to him.
However, he likes it when you fall asleep with your head on his chest. Then, he will stroke your back with one hand and comb your hair with the other.
If he is sad he prefers when you lie on your back and he will put his head on your stomach. If you start stroking his hair you will help him calm down and then he will start kissing your belly.
He always buys you the most expensive blankets and pillows made of the best material.
Javi Gutierrez
He loves to sleep face-to-face. Itās just your face is the last thing he needs to see before falling asleep and the first thing he needs to see when he wakes up.
Of course, he pulls you close to him so that your noses are touching. His hands grip your sides, but never too tight.
Sometimes he also likes when your legs are intertwined together.
Javi G is a cuddly octopus š
Din Djarin
Din treats you like his personal weighted blanket. He sleeps on his back and pulls your whole body to his chest. He needs to feel your weight. Maybe itās because heās used to the weight of the armor?
He loves it when your head is right under his chin.
He always holds you tight, and if he senses youāre having a bad dream, heāll start humming softly and wonāt stop until heās sure youāre sleeping peacefully again.
Ok, now Iām going to sleep ;)
Which of the boys is your favorite?
Headcanon: How will they react to your makeup? (Pedro Pascal and his characters) šļøšš
love how she doesn't even bother to ask if crowley has a wife or girlfriend. one look at him and it's clear there is no heterosexual explanation for anything about crowley
summary:Ā dieter and you make a bet, and it almost doesn't matter who loses.
pairing:dieter bravo x f!reader
word count:Ā 3.9k
warnings:18+ content; no use of y/nĀ ; pegging; anal play; anal plug; oral (m receving); fingering; a bit of degradation & praise;Ā loose continuation of āworking overtimeā & "the best PA" but can be read as a standalone
In all honesty, it was a stupid idea.
A stupid and dangerous, yet brilliant idea.
Born while drunk, and high, in Dieterās case, giggling like little kids at the thought of it before he had fucked her into the sofa more than once that night.
It was nice being his personal assistant, even if she had to work after hours sometimes. He always compensated her well enough for it.
āBet you canāt make me break character while sucking me off when Iām on that Zoom meeting tomorrow.ā
So sure of himself, so cocky.
āBet I can, what do we bet for?ā
She had grinned, taking another sip of her drink.
āYouāll finally let me fuck your ass, baby.ā
He had grinned too, like a cheshire cat, raising his brows.
āFine. And if I win?ā
There was a pause, then he had shrugged.
āYou get to fuck mine.ā
It was that one thing she hadnāt let him do just yet. Sure, he had put a toy up her ass a couple of times, but they hadnāt taken it further than that.
Which is why he was so excited about this little bet.
The thought of possibly losing here was exhilarating too. She wanted to do it, badly, but she had decided to make him work for the possibility a little.
But winningā¦ that would be exciting as well.
She had never done that, fucked someone else, but she really wanted to.
So now she was sat in between his spread legs under his office table, while he was on a Zoom call with some directors and producers.Ā
His sweatpants and underwear down around his ankles, she finally let her hands creep up his thighs with a smirk.
He was hard already, the anticipation enough to make him leak precum.
She teased him for a little while, just running her hands up and down over his skin, leaving light marks in their wake.
It made him shift in his chair, legs spreading just a bit further as if to invite her in, but his voice seemed steady as he spoke on the call.
He was calm for once today, it had been a promise that he would at least have his temper controlled and he was sober if they were to do this.
A miracle that he listened to her, even though she knew he had smoked half a joint before this.
Which was something she could accept.
That didnāt mean he wasnāt still running his mouth somehow.
She tuned it out for the most part, just ramblings about the script and shooting times and prep.
But she did catch how he stumbled over his words when she touched his balls, feeling them in her hand as his cock twitched, aching for attention.
ā...the scri- Fuck, the script sucks, no one qualified enoughā¦ā
She giggled quietly, hoping the mic wouldnāt pick up her voice, instead taking one finger to run it along the underside of his dick, over the thick vein there, just up and down with featherlight touches.
This time he expected it though, taking a well-timed breath that didnāt let them know anything.
Just keeping on talking, whether he was supposed to give his opinion or not.
His managers could clean that mess up later.
Itās a pretty dick, she thought when she swiped a finger over the slit and collected the glistening beads there. Thick and long and veiny and feeling so good when buried deep inside of her.
It bobbed when she touched it again, featherlight, her other hand now also playing with his balls, and his hips shifted towards her face just a little.
A silent plea to finally do something.
He was getting impatient already, that was good.
Dieter Bravo getting impatient was always a recipe for disaster.
Removing her hand just long enough to spit into it, she wrapped her fingers around him again, this time actually grabbing him and began to stroke him.
Slow, little tugs, hearing how he cleared his throat but continued on talking while she continued on stroking him.
She couldnāt see his face from where she was sitting, but there was enough space between him and the table to watch what was happening and she wondered if his eyes kept moving down to her hand to watch it.
The thought made her squirm in her place, speeding up her movements just a little and hoping the slick sounds also wouldnāt get picked up by his mic.
Or that he had enough of a mind to mute himself when he wasnāt talking.
Which was basically never, always running that fucking talented mouth of his.
She kissed the inside of his thigh, nibbling at it and feeling his hips jerk into her hand, but his voice sounded collected, besides clearing his throat so many times he played it off as feeling a little sick today.
āJust a sore throat, for fuckās sake, Iām not dying.ā
Wandering higher and higher, stopping right before she reached where he wanted her, looking up and finding him staring back with a quick, intense gaze, inhaling sharply but then focusing back on the meeting.
She giggled again, muffling the sound against his skin.
Whatever he said, he would crumble today, and she wondered if she could make him leave the call entirely.
Someone in his management might rip her a new one for that, even if they didnāt know that she would be the reason for it, but it wasnāt her job after all.
She was here to be his assistant.
Even if that assistance now also included jerking him off, apparently.
Without a warning, she attached her lips to his cock, kissing and licking at it, his hips thrusting up again, his eyes not finding hers this time as he was talking, but his voice shifted an octave just briefly and that almost had her laughing out loud.
So she continued, flattening her tongue against the underside of it, her hand still twisting around the base.
When she finally wrapped her lips around the head, a grunt escaped him and one of his hands made its way into her hair, not tugging harshly but just curling into it.
She bit back a laugh, looking up at him with an amused and mischievous glint in her eyes and seeing Dieter look back, a little irritated for just a second.
His neck was starting to become red, the blush creeping down to his chest, visible with the shirt he was wearing today, only buttoned halfway up.
He looked concentrated and focused, the vein in his neck popping out as he tried not to lose composure.
How weak was he, losing control when she was only sucking at the tip of his dick? Like a fucking teenager?
But it was good. Kissing it and then giving it teasing licks, trying to keep her sounds to herself.
Dieter kind of started to regret this bet.
He was torn on what he preferred, winning or losing this damn thing.
She took more of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head. Hearing him gasp once, then actually excuse himself after.
Sounding whiny.
Oh, how she wanted to see the faces of the people he was on a call with.
His hips pushed up into her, chasing the warmth of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue, fingers curling tighter into her hair.
ā...noth-ing-Fuck, in this movie makes a-any sense!ā
She heard him say, words catching on his breath, but he did manage to turn a moan into a frustrated and annoyed groan.
There were a couple of concerned voices she recognized asking if he was alright, cheeks now red, eyes dark and his composure clearly slipping.
Ranging from āare you okay?ā to ādid you snort coke again?ā to āare you fucking sober?ā, they asked it all.
If she hadnāt been so busy almost gagging on him, she would have laughed at the display.
He was unravelling fast, throbbing against her tongue.
āFine- Iām totally- Fuck! Iām fine!ā
When she took him down all the way, hitting the back of her throat, she heard him curse a few times before clicking his mouse frantically.
The voices leaving abruptly.
And then she could already feel him pulse and shoot cum right down her throat, his hand keeping her down as he now cursed freely.
All while she swallowed it down eagerly, humming around him.
āYou fucking- You little whore and your fucking mouth, fuck!ā
Dieter was so lost in the buzzing feeling of his orgasm that she had to tap his thigh so heād let go of her, sucking in air greedily between coughs.
Still smiling wickedly.
āI won, Bravo.ā She said, as cocky as he usually was, resting her cheek on his thigh and looking up at him with a grin. āI get to fuck you.ā
He groaned, throwing his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose.
Couldnāt look at her, even though she was fucking hot sitting between his legs like that.
Dieter hated losing. Even if the punishment was something heād fucking enjoy.
That almost made it worse.
āYeah, you won, hope youāre happy.ā He grumbled, but something told her he didnāt quite mean it.
Squeezing through the small space between him and the table, she leaned up to kiss his exposed neck, making him groan.
āNext week, after that fucking screening for Cliff Beasts.ā He said, knowing she thought this was going to happen right now. āGonna have to relax after that, you can help me and Iāll be free the days after.ā
She giggled. He was like a child, pouting that he had lost and now needed to work through that emotion first.
Adorable.
āI know youāre free after that, idiot.ā
A small huff of a laugh escaped him, looking at her but becoming serious again right away.
āYou better think of what to tell them. Fuck, I didnāt think youād fuck me up this quickly.ā Dieter tried to sound mad, but it lacked seriousness.
She shrugged, getting up now.
āOf course I did, as you said before, Iām the best PA.ā She laughed, leaving him to deal with his mess. āOh and, think of what to say yourself, Iām PA, not PR, Dieter.ā
At the door she turned, watching his surprised face at her answer with a grin.
She missed the way the corner of his mouth curled upwards just slightly when she left.
The next week passed incredibly quickly but also too slowly at the same time. Dieterās schedule was packed with promo for Cliff Beasts and she was quietly laughing at PR for having to handle him through the whole mess, coked out or not.
Press tours were always fun, as she didnāt have to deal with anything other than helping him.
She used every chance she got to remind him of what would happen after the screening, leaning close to him to whisper in his ear, seeing him stiffen and then pout and grumble.
But she knew he liked it, saw the way his pants got tighter, how he tried to hide it.
So when they were in the car that would bring them back to his place, he was excited but tense.
Excited despite the fact he would probably have to teach her, but tense because of the whole event earlier.
It went well, surprisingly, but she had made him go sober, which definitely didnāt happen often. He enjoyed not really having to experience much of these premieres.
āYouāre too tense.ā She purred, letting her hand wander over his thigh and to the tent in his pants. āNot gonna be good for later, right? Always telling me to relaxā¦ā
They didnāt care about the driver, a few hundred dollars from Dieter and he wouldnāt know a thing.
She saw him swallow heavily, groaning when she palmed the outline of his dick.
Something about this excited her, the shift in him.
āYouāre a bitch for making me go sober.ā He said, words catching on his breath. āWhat a fucking shitshow.ā
Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned closer to him.
āI think you did great, and you know I wonāt fuck you when youāre high.ā
He just grumbled something under his breath, looking away from her.
āYouāre still not over losing?ā She laughed, moving her hand away, noticing the whimper that came from him. āYouāre worse than a toddler, Dieter.ā
Crossing his arms, he still didnāt look at her, the fabric of his suit jacket stretching over his soft muscles.
It only made him look more like a petulant child.
āJust think of how good youāll feel when I fuck you, baby.ā She whispered, right in his ear. āIāll work the tension out of you.ā
Taking his chin in her hand, she angled his face so she could kiss him hard, making him whimper and soften a little.
Back in his penthouse, he showed her the ropes, actually helping her put the harness on, making sure nothing was sitting too tight or cutting into her skin and attaching the toy which he had chosen.Ā
A hot pink dildo.
He only shrugged his shoulders with a crooked smile when she raised a brow at him.
Unbeknownst to her, he had worn a small plug all night to make it easier for her. Just grinning when she finally got him undressed and on all fours on the bed.
āWhat a pretty present.ā She laughed, grabbing his ass with both of her hands, kneading the flesh and watching him arch his back.
Completely new to this, she tried to play over her nerves but something inside her was immensely enjoying his.Ā
She had made him beg before, but never was she the one fucking him, in all the time their little arrangement had been going on. Even though she knew he had really wanted her to fuck him for ages already.
āCould you please-?ā He asked, voice breathy and clearly desperate.Ā
On edge since before the screening.Ā
Hell, since long before that.
Worked up at the thought of having his ass filled by her.
It had been a little while, he had to admit that, keeping things pretty down low ever since he had fucked her that one time on set. He liked not being exclusive but just having someone he could try all sorts of stuff with and rely on.
Of course it also helped that she was always around as his PA.
āPlease what?ā She asked with a giggle, squeezing his ass again, leaning over him so the length of the strap pressed between his asscheeks. āCāmon, Dieter, weāve been over this.ā
āYouāre letting this get to your- fuck!ā He looked at her over his shoulder when she smacked his thigh, annoyed but desperate. āThis is getting to your fucking head.ā
āClearly.ā She laughed, leaning back and starting to slowly remove the plug, watching him whimper and arch his back. āIām just having fun, arenāt you?ā
Dieter didnāt answer, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of the toy.
When she worked it free, he moaned lowly, making her grin as she set the toy aside.
āThere we go.āĀ
Taking the bottle of lube that she had put on the bed next to them, she spread some on her fingers and over his asshole.
Then she slowly pushed one inside, knowing he could already take more but wanting to start out slow, hearing him moan. Slowly pushing it in and out, watching his back, how the muscles flexed in his shoulders.
āMore.ā He breathed out, clenching around her. Quickly adding a āpleaseā when he remembered she wasnāt going to to anything without it.
She couldnāt make any quips as she pushed another finger in, just a light stretch from the toy, concentrating on him.
āFeels good, Dieter?ā If she sounded concerned, she didnāt mean it, but she did want to make this good for him, experimentally scissoring her fingers just a little.
According to his low moan, he did, pushing back into her and she put her other hand on his lower back to keep him from moving.
āFucking amazing, sweetheart. Fuck.ā
Slowly she worked him open, not adding a third finger as he stopped her, grunting when she hit a good spot by curling her fingers.
āDonāt need to go that far, the strap aināt that big.ā He groaned, and she looked down at the one he had chosen.
Yeah, it really wasnāt.
She just hummed in understanding, slipping her fingers back out.
Taking the bottle of lube again, she generously coated the toyĀ before spreading more over the ring of muscle, the difference in temperature making him shiver.
āYou ready, Dieter?ā She was excited but she was also nervous, she didnāt accidentally want to hurt him in any way.
āJust- Fuck, please fuck me.ā
A smirk graced her, slowly pushing inside of him, making him moan.
Once she took her hands off of the toy, she let them glide over his back, then down his sides as she bottomed out inside of him, stilling.
āSo good, Bravo.ā She purred, kissing his back and grinning against him. āTaking my cock so well.ā
Her words had him curse under his breath, actually whining when her fingers found his nipples and she pinched them.
It felt strange to be the one looming over him, but she liked it, liked giving him pleasure in a different way for once.
āBaby, move, please.ā Dieter sounded breathless and she wished she could see his face properly.
Tracing his skin just a little longer, brushing over his soft belly and just past his cock, she sat back up, experimentally moving her hips.
It took her a moment to get the hang of it, sliding it almost all the way out before pushing back in, enjoying the way he arched his back, how deep his moans were.
āDoing okay?ā She asked, just wanting to check in with him, make sure she was doing this right.
āFeels fucking amazing, baby.ā He said, one hand wrapping around his cock, a deep groan vibrating in his chest. āGo faster.ā
āFaster?ā She laughed, placing her hands on his hips and picking up speed, a little clumsy at first which made him chuckle through his moans before pushing into him harder. āSomeone likes it rough, pretty boy. Look fucking pretty taking my cock.ā
More whimpers, growing louder as he pushed himself back against her, stroking himself faster.
āYou like praise, huh, Bravo? Wanna be called my pretty boy?ā She asked, leaning over him while still thrusting, losing her rhythm momentarily, lips trailing over his shoulder. āOr do you wanna be called my pretty slut? Taking the PAās cock like a needy whore?ā
That whimper was even louder, making her laugh softly.
Now this was an interesting thing to find out about him.
āFuck- Sweetheart, why did I agree to this shit?ā His words were broken, clearly close.
Her hand wandered to his cock, replacing his fingers as she stroked him.
āBecause Iām the best PA youāve ever had and you love taking my hard cock, you fucking whore.ā
Her words pushed him over the edge, the noise that left him vibrating against her, his cock twitching in her hand and spilling himself into the sheets and over her fingers.
āPretty boy, such a good boy, Dieter.ā She cooed, only stilling when reached back and placed a hand on her hip. āYou look really pretty with my strap inside of you.ā
Wiping her hands in the already ruined sheets, she carefully pulled out of him, making him hum and collapse into the sheets next to the mess.
She kneeled next to him, watching him catch his breath, rubbing his thigh.
āCan I do anything?ā
āYeah, pass me my cigarettes, doll.ā
She did, grabbing them off the nightstand and handing them over to him, watching him light one and shove the lighter back into the pack, then throwing them back to where they had been before.
There was a comfortable silence between them, and she started opening the clasps on her harness.
āYou sure this is your first time?ā He asked after a while, white smoke filling the air and offering her the cigarette.Ā
She took it, letting the smoke fill her lungs before giving it back to him, shimmying out of the harness and letting it fall to the floor.
The throbbing and wetness between her thighs reminded her that she probably wouldnāt get to cum tonight, but this experience was more than exciting and rewarding enough.
There would be other times.
āYeah, pretty sure.ā She said with a laugh, exhaling the smoke. āWhy, was I that good?ā
A loud laugh left him, looking up at her from where he was laying.
āYouāre fucking with me, that was some of the best dick Iāve ever had.ā
A warmth filled her at the compliment, actually feeling herself blush a little.
āMustāve been some pretty shitty dick youāve had before, Bravo.ā
They both laughed at that, and he left it uncommented, just raising his brows and shaking his head.
She let her hand trail over his soft stomach, feeling the hair below the navel. Absentmindedly exploring his skin.
They had become quite close through all this, she enjoyed his company when he wasnāt exactly coked out of his mind and she had to make sure he got into bed safely.
He was a completely different person when she was alone with him compared to how the media portrayed him.
When she got up to go shower, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in so she was straddling him.
āDieter, what-ā She was about to protest when he slipped two of his fingers inside of her, curling and scissoring them. āOh fuck.ā
āDid you really think Iād let you go without feeling your pussy around me?ā He asked with a grin, the hand from her waist now back to holding his cigarette. āFuck no, cāmon, ride my fingers.ā
He pumped them in and out of her in time with the roll of her hips, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head, then seeing how she dripped down his fingers and onto his stomach.
āHow the fuck do you switch so fast?ā She moaned, a faint chuckle twisting her words. āFucking hell.ā
Curling his fingers inside her, she stuttered briefly, then resumed her rhythm, getting closer as he repeatedly pressed against that spongy spot inside of her.
āHad an orgasm, smoked, donāt have a dick inside me anymore.ā He said, thumb brushing over her clit in rough circles. āCleared my head pretty well.ā
She braced herself on his chest when her orgasm hit her, moaning and cursing loudly as she ground into his hand, the waves rolling over her.
āFuck, Dieter- Yes! You ān your fucking fingers!ā
He caught her when she collapsed into him, hips twitching weakly, feeling him pull out.
Rolling off of him, it was now her turn to catch her breath, taking his cigarette when he offered the last couple of drags to her.
āWe gotta do this again sometime.ā She said, looking up at the ceiling, feeling boneless somehow. āCan I crash here tonight?ā
There was no way she was going to Uber to her hotel tonight, just wanting to shower and sleep.
She had underestimated how draining it was to fuck someone instead of getting fucked.
Dieter nodded. āSure, sweetheart.ā
They laid there a little longer before she made a second attempt at leaving, and this time, he let her.
āI expect a raise for this.ā She joked with a grin.
Watching her ass sway as she walked to his bathroom, he laughed.
āNot before you let me fuck you.ā
Whatever he did to deserve her, he was fucking lucky.
Hiiiii! Love love LOVE your writing!!! Babe, can I request a little something with drunk Joel š He gets all lovey dovey with you and you ride him while he praises tf out of youš
hello!! i've written you this lil thing, i hope you like it! <3
says it feels like heaven to him
pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x female reader
rating: explicit (18+ mdni)
word count: 1.4k
summary:
joel comes home from poker night feeling frisky.
content warnings:
explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no age reference, dub con - sex while one party is intoxicated, no use of y/n, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, that brief universal fear of actually sitting on the person's face, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, multiple orgasms, girl on top, unprotected p in v. let me know if there are any that are missing!
Joelās not quiet when he comes home late from poker night down at the Tipsy Bison. You hear the door open and slam shut, the sound of him cursing as he struggles with the laces on his boots, followed by the muffled thump of them dropping to the floor beside the small bench just inside the front door.Ā
He climbs the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing in the hall outside the bedroom. You watch the door open slightly, his head of messy dark curls streaked with gray poking through. When he sees youāre awake, a bright grin spreads over his features and he throws the door open wide.
āHey, baby,ā he says, leaning against the doorframe. āYouāre awake.ā
āWell, if I wasnāt, you would have woken me up,ā you reply, voice teasing. He steps into the room, coming up to the side of the mattress that youāre lying on.Ā
He plucks the book from your hands, setting it on the nightstand before throwing back the covers from your body. You make a noise of annoyance thatās cut off by his lips descending on yours, warm and slightly chapped, his mouth carrying the taste of whiskey as your tongue moves against his. He crawls up onto the bed with you, situating himself between your legs and grinding his hips against yours, making you gasp.
He breaks the kiss, lifting himself slightly to look down at you as he drags a broad palm across your thigh and slips it beneath the hem of the t-shirt you wore to bed that night. You arch into the touch, his fingers finding a tight nipple and giving it a brief pinch.
āYour tits are so fuckinā perfect,ā he groans. He sits back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and urging you to sit up so he tug it over your head and drop it onto the floor. Heās on you even before your back hits the mattress, lips encircling one of your nipples as he groans appreciatively. The sharp sting of teeth makes you yelp and you can feel the way he smiles against your chest.
āJoel,ā you whine, ābe nice.ā
āI think Iām beinā real nice, sweetheart,ā he replies, switching to your other breast and giving it the same attention. He sucks and licks and bites at your chest to his heartās desire, leaving you panting and sensitive.Ā
Finally, he backs off, kissing down your stomach and stopping at the elastic of your underwear. He sits back again, this time curling his fingers into the elastic and tugging your last article of clothing off your body. He looks down at you, dark eyes sparkling in the dim light as he moves over to the other side of the bed, where he typically sleeps, lying on his back and looking at you expectantly.
āSit on my face,ā he says, smiling like a kid on Christmas.Ā
āJoelāā
āDonāt Joel me, I know what I want and I want that pretty pussy right here.ā He points to his face. āCome on, gorgeous girl.ā
Your face feels hot as you shuffle awkwardly to your knees, throwing one leg across his chest. His hands grip the flesh of your ass, dragging you closer, manhandling you until your pussy hovers just above his face, knees on either side of his head.
āSo fuckinā wet already,ā he says, running a knuckle through your folds and making you gasp, balance faltering until you reach out to grip the headboard for stability. āHang on, sweetheart.ā
He tugs you down harshly until youāre quite literally sitting on his face, his tongue lavishing your clit with attention that makes you cry out, hips rocking into the sensation. You try to subtly lift back up, to give him more breathing room, but his arms wrap around your thighs with an iron grip and hold you steadfastly against his mouth.
Joel licks over every inch of your pussy, tongue circling your clit and dipping inside of you, the wet sounds of his actions interrupted only by his appreciative groans. You lose yourself to the heat of his between your thighs, rocking slightly over him, the tip of his strong nose catching your clit as his tongue presses inside of you.Ā
āJoel,ā you moan, releasing one hand from the headboard and burying it into his thick curls. āJoel, Iām gonna cum.ā
He hums, the vibration of it making your thighs clench against his head. He focuses all his attention on your clit, licking and sucking and rolling it between his lips until youāre shaking with your release above him, crying out his name over and over. You shuffle down his body and he looks up at you with a rapturous expression, sparse beard glistening with your wetness.
āFuck, that was so good,ā he says. His hands fumble with his belt and the fly of his jeans while you straddle his chest, catching your breath. āNow I need you to cum all over my cock, okay? Just move yourself down a little bit for me.ā
You shuffle down his body until youāre spread out over his hips and heās running the thick head of his cock through the mess heās made, catching at your entrance for the briefest moment, not enough to satisfy you. You whine and Joel laughs, a deep rumble of self-satisfaction.
āSomethinā you want, darlinā?ā He asks, doing it again, pressing deep enough that his tip is inside of you. āUse your words, baby.ā
āWant your cock,ā you murmur, shifting your hips to take more of him inside of you. He moans, hips flexing and pushing himself deeper still.Ā
āTake it then, baby, sāall yours,ā he says. You slide down his length until heās buried deep, cock stretching you perfectly like it always does. His eyes are half lidded as he looks up at you and as you lift yourself up and drop back down, they shut tightly as a moan spills from his lips.
āYes, yes, fuck, thatās so fuckinā good,ā he says, fingers digging into your thighs. āSo tight and wet, fuck, canāt believe youāre all mine, sweetheart.ā
His praise has you moving your hips faster, rocking over him desperately as each drag of his cock from your body hits a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You sit up straight and lean back, hands on his denim covered thighs as you roll your hips, and filthy words spill from Joelās lips as you work yourself over his cock.
āSo perfect, Christ, so fuckinā perfectā¦ā
āAmazing, baby, keep goinā, just like thatā¦ā
āTake my cock like you were made for it, sweetheartā¦ā
āNeed more,ā you whine. āPlease, Joel, Iām so close.ā
His thumb circles your clit with sloppy motions and you cry out, going still as your orgasm crashes over you and your cunt pulses around Joel. He waits until your muscles relax, shoulders dropping and legs no longer pressed tightly to his hips before urging you down to the mattress, lying on your side. He shoves his jeans off, kicking them gracelessly from the bed before lying down, facing you.Ā
He scooches close, grabbing your top leg and settling it over his hip so that he can slide himself back inside of you with a groan. He thrusts inside of your sensitive pussy, holding your ass with a tight grip and using the leverage to drag your body over his cock as well.
āDid so well for me, baby,ā he says, his sharp motions making you gasp. āFeels like I died and went to heaven when youāre cumminā on my cock like that.ā
You lean your face closer to capture his lips in a kiss, his tongue still carrying the taste of you as it tangles with yours. His hips grow more frantic, losing their purposeful rhythm as he chases his release. When heās close, he pulls out, rubbing himself over your belly until his cock pulses, warm cum splashing against your skin as he moans into your mouth.
As Joel comes down from his own high, his eyes flutter open to look at you, clearer than when heād come into the house. He sits up, taking his shirt off and using it to clean the mess from your belly. When heās done, he tosses it to the floor and manhandles you under the covers, pulling you close as you giggle.Ā
āYou have a good time at poker night?ā You ask.
āMm, had a better time after,ā he says, burying his face against your neck. You run your fingers through his hair and he sighs.Ā
