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quickie with secret!fuckbuddy pedro (+18) ╱ want to read more? click here
"well, look at that" you giggle, "who ordered an old man on amazon?"
it's not until he walks to you that you fully appreciate the details of his makeup.
"for a minute there i thought my grandpa had come to visit me on set"
he chuckles, "is your grandpa hot?"
you arch an eyebrow.
pedro sighs, "tough crowd"
nobody is watching, which means you can freely touch his face, softly tracing the freckles and sun spots across his nose and cheeks.
"it's so real"
you hear his breath pause. he then lowers your hand. "it will be soon"
"in a decade" you reply.
pedro clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes with annoyance. "you bitch. at least give me two decades" his hands go to his hips. "such little faith on me, huh?"
"that's life" your hand reaches out again, this time toying with his curls. "but i never said it was bad. it suits you"
his cheeks turn pink, body stiff in the way it does when he receives compliments he can't quite accept. "what suits me?"
"your compliment fishing, aren't you?" you tease, "is this a praise kink i'm not aware of?"
his voice drops an octave. "you know everything there is to know"
you smirk. "then you'd be happy to hear i'm into this" you point his face. your other hand goes to the back of his neck, slowly creeping up until it tangles in his soft curls. coco has a place on heaven for them. "the old man shtick, it's working on me"
he gulps, voice coming out strained. "is anyone watching?"
"does it matter?" eyes trained on his. "don't worry, just you and me" you then pause before asking, "should we take this back to my trailer?"
it's break time, but soon enough, the cameras will be rolling again and people will come looking. your insistence or his hard on are certainly no help, though. "i could show you how much i love your newest look"
his breath shudders.
"you have no idea how much i want that, baby" he raps.
your heart does a somersault but you keep your face controlled, adorned only by lips curled into a victory grin. in tiptoes, you draw close to his ear, hot breath hosting over his lobe.
"then let's not waste time, shall we?"
one second later and he's all over you, hands fumbling with the lock and nerves, mouth crashing into yours full of hunger, wishing to satiate it by devouring you whole. now steadier hands roams all your body, going from your back to your ass, pulling you tighter against him.
"someone is desperate"
he shut you up with a kiss, tongue so demanding as it fonds space within your mouth, you moan into the kiss, fingers tangling in his curls. a smirk forms in his lips at your state: eyes glassy, pupils blow wide; hair mussed by the mess of his desire and swollen lips glistening with your combined saliva.
"speak for yourself"
he signals the dresser where they get him ready. "we don't have much time. bend over"
you obey, heart racing as you turn, placing your palms flat on the cool surface, arching your back for him. you can hear the sound of metal from the belt buckle and the swift motion of his zipper.
"in costume?" you chuckle lowly. "that's bold of you"
"we don't have much time" he breathes, voice thick with desire. his hand slides up your thigh, finding your zipper and undoing it. pulling your jeans down, his fingers then trace the hem of your panties. you can't help but bite your lip in anticipation. "i'm saving us some"
pedro hooks a finger into the fabric and pulls it aside, exposing your wetness.
"but i thought i was desperate"
your face burns, the shade turning deeper when his erection presses against your ass.
"nothing to be ashamed of"
the way he says it, softly, devoid of teasing, makes you question things you shouldn't.
"just ask nicely"
he lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds.
you whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to force him inside but his hold is firm.
"please..."
"words, baby" he breathes over your neck, "use them"
"please" you whimper needing, "i want you inside me. now"
no more words are needed as he thrusts forward. you cry for air as he feels you completely, the familiar thick shaft stretching you in the way it only can, hitting your depth. as he adjusts, you pause to breath.
"all this time and still can't get used to me" he muses, hands gripping your hips.
"that'll leave a bruise"
"lucky you then we don't have any nudity to film"
you're so tight, so wet, he can't help but grunt, breath coming up in short quick puffs.
pedro starts moving with slow, deliberate strokes that make your pussy feel on fire. with his tight grip on you, he controls your pace, skin against skin on the small space.
you bite back a moan. "you seem very calm for a man in such a rush"
"and you're very needy..." he groans, chest pressing against your back, "...for a girl who pretends she's not"
one of his hands leave your hips in favor of your breast, cupping it. you shiver.
"do we have time for this?"
you shake your head, panting. "next time"
you swear he smiles at the sound of that; given.
"i like how that sounds" pedro agrees, bitting your lobe.
how content he sounds... it makes you rock your back against him, meeting his thrusts, deeper. each thrust then seems to turn more desperate, sloppier.
"i know you're close... because i know you" he whispers in a tone that could easily pass as adoration, "so cum for me, baby. do it. for me" each word is punctuated by his gasps for air, "i know you can"
his words undo you. you shatter against the wood, fingers curling as a cry for his name you didn't mean to come out does anyway, thighs trembling and walls clenching around him. pedro keeps thrusting as you ride your orgasm, prolonging it until you were felt dizzy.
"i don't think i'll be able to film anything. fuck-"
"if you walk funny..." he murmurs, lips trailing down your neck, teeth scraping over your shoulder blade, "just say you fell"
"over your dick?"
his thrusts grow faster, the dresser creaking beneath you.
"i'm close" he announces through a ragged voice, "in or out?"
"inside..." you beg. "fill me up, please"
when you say those words, it always makes him lose control. fuck, just the thought of you filled up to the brim by him could be enough to make him cum. it is easy to drive in then, a final push, burying himself deep before his release: hot, thick―seed painting your walls white. you wish he'd stay there forever.
but he pulls back, trying to settle his breath and heartbeat. this pussy will give you a heart attack, old man you think, yet you can't bring yourself to joke about it for some reason.
no one moves for what seems forever, thick silence stretching too long for your liking as you get dressed. with his face facing away, you take the leap.
"i mean it before" you swallow the knot in your throat, "about you looking good"
the fluster is visible even beneath the makeup. "you don't have to lie just because i made you cum"
you snort. "can't take compliments like normal people?"
his voice grows softer. "you mean it, then?"
the smile that breaks into your face threatens to split it into two. "when have i ever lied to you before?"
"we'll see about that" pedro answers but he's smiling too. and then, before you can think it or he regrets it, he kisses your nose.
"pedro?" a voice cuts in. outside. "are you there? tell me you're not asleep. i'm your stylist, not your alarm. i don't want to wake you up again"
uninvited disappointment creeps in.
"time's up" pedro whispers, pulling away. as if he can read the emotions you desperately try to conceal, he adds: "we'll continue later. didn't we agree on that?"
"i was afraid you'd forgotten" you whisper back.
"me? never" he looks rather offended. "don't worry, we have plenty of time. lucky for us" he leans in for one last kiss, "this isn't the apocalypse"
"coming!" he says out loud before facing you, chest up and down as he tries to even his breath. "what's today's little lie?"
your fuzzy brain can't come up with a better lie as you fix yourself. "rehearsing?"
"i see. aren't we experts by now?" pedro winks, making your heart race yet again. "we sure must be, doing it all the time"
your heart doesn't quiet down as he goes to greet coco and she greets you too, seemingly unaware thanks to your assuring smile.
what did you get yourself into?
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just a quick thought... reader sending a video to abbot of them and robby fucking while he's on shift 😩
WAIIITTT YOUR BRAIN
Jack walks out to the ambulance bay with a crick in his neck and a sore fuckin' leg. It's been a long shift and it's barely past midnight, so he's surprised by the text from Robby on his phone. You both should've been sleeping hours ago.
Robby: "Enjoy, brother." And then a video attachment.
Jack looks back past the hospital doors to make sure no one's coming, and then he presses play.
"Fuck, Robb—" he scrambles with the volume while blood rushes to his face — and then directly to his cock. He recognizes that sweet little voice immediately, that angelic whiny tone you get when you're being fucked stupid. "S'too much," you're whimpering, much quieter now. The screen shows you from a low angle, tits bouncing thighs shaking with strain. "Please".
"Alright, alright, ease up, honey." Robby's voice is gruff from behind the phone. "Daddy ain't here so you gotta do the work this time. Ah ah—" he smacks the outside of your thigh when you slow down and that only makes you a poutier blubbering mess. "Don't slow down, keep going. Atta girl. Smile at Daddy, sweetheart."
You look up then and Jack just about cums in his pants. "Daddy," you warble, eyes weepy. "He's being mean," you moan when Robby's thrusts up. "need you."
"Yeah, honey?" Robby grabs your jaw with his free hand and squeezes your cheeks, aiming the camera right at your face. "Y'need your daddy?"
The video cuts off with your sob and Jack clears his throat. Adjusts his pants.
Jack: "Don't clean her up. You're both getting it when I get home."
Summary: Joel returns home from patrol and you help him get warm with your body.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, comfort, established relationship, horny!Joel, a touch of somno, nipple play, f!oral, fingering, coming in pants, swearing.
Word count: 1,5k
A/n: thank you, lovely anon, for this idea 💞 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @/saradika-graphics 💞
MASTERLIST
Joel came home when you were already sleeping. Shivering from a blizzard raging outside he quietly walked into the dark bedroom and kissed your soft cheek. His lips were chapped and cold, and seeking your warmth, they lingered on your skin for a second too long and woke you up.
Whenever Joel was patrolling outside of Jackson, you slept badly, tossing and turning in bed that seemed too big and too cold for you without him, disturbing thoughts not letting you relax. But that day Tommy was patrolling with Joel, and busy with newcomers, Maria asked you to babysit Benji. That tornado of a boy left you completely exhausted and you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.
But just like in Sleeping Beauty Joel’s soft kiss pulled you out of your dreamland.
“You’re back,” you rasped, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His clothes and skin were cold against you and chills immediately covered your body. A smell of smoke and winter reached your nose and you took a deep breath of your favorite scent — your Joel.
“Shhh… go back to sleep, baby. Gonna take a shower.”
“Noooo…” you protested, not letting him go, nuzzling his neck and clasping him against you. “Don’t go yet.”
Joel was huffing and puffing, bent over you in an awkward position. He planted his hand on the bed by your side, keeping himself from collapsing on you, and chuckled,
“Darlin’, it’ll take me five minutes.”
Joel pulled away slightly and searched for your sleepy eyes, barely visible in the dark. You heard worry in his voice as he muttered,
“What’s wrong? Tell me.”
“Nothing,” you said hastily, staring up at him like he’d hung the moon and the stars. “You’re cold. Let me get you warm.”
His lips spread in a sweet smile and it was the answer you needed. You took his winter-kissed face between your palms and started peppering hot kisses over his cold nose, cheeks, scruffy chin and forehead as he was laughing softly.
Impatiently you pulled him down and Joel plopped on the bed by your side and then sighed contentedly when his head rested on your chest, that was warm and covered by a thin nightie.
“‘s nice?” You whispered as your skin erupted in goosebumps, his chilly cheek at fault.
“Oh yeah,” Joel mumbled and his arms snaked under your duvet and wrapped around you. You held your breath, keeping yourself from shivering again, scared that Joel would part from you if he noticed you getting cold.
To your pleasure Joel was happily snuggling up with you. An encapsulating feeling of love filled your heart to the brim. He was there with you, safe and calm, and your soul was finally at peace.
Slowly you drifted back to sleep, lulled by the comforting weight of Joel’s body, his steady breaths, his big embrace, which was still a bit chilly, but the warmth of your bed didn’t let you get uncomfortable.
Suddenly your own soft moan woke you up,
“Oh, Joel…”
You knew right away that Joel was the one making you feel all THAT. No one else was capable of plunging you into an ocean of ecstasy that fast and that expertly. You fluttered your eyes open and saw what was happening — Joel had pushed the neckline of your nightie down, out of his way, and was licking at your nipple. Then he nibbled on the hardened bud and gently sucked it into his hot mouth.
Your breathing was already fast and unsteady, your pussy wet, your body close to a climax.
Tugging at Joel’s soft locks you took a sharp breath, trembling under him, and whined,
“Joel… what are you doing?”
The man parted from your breast with a pop and even in the darkness you saw how blown out his eyes were — he was already deep in the pit of lust.
“You’re so warm and soft, baby… couldn’t help myself.”
His big cold hands glided up your sides, then circled around your breasts and lightly squeezed them.
“Go back to sleep,” he said with his voice strained, staring at the soft flesh in his palms, his jaw slack.
You shook your head and moaned when Joel latched onto your perked up nipple and started sucking on it. You pushed your thighs together, desperately seeking pressure to your aching pussy, your fingers clasped in Joel’s hair, your back arched, your eyes closed from the immense pleasure.
“Joel, my pussy..,” you whimpered weakly, ready to beg him to take care of you, but there was no need. Mumbling ‘yes, yes, darlin’,’ Joel got up and started taking his flannel shirt and jeans off, his breathing heavy. You were marveling at his broad and strong frame with hazy eyes, still a bit sleepy, as he was hastily discarding his clothes. You couldn’t believe he was yours, couldn’t believe how lucky you were that he called you ‘mine’.
“Need a shower but… I ain’t waitin’,” he panted, leaving his white undershirt and boxers on, palming his huge cock under the material, his eyes glinting in the dark.
“Come,” you breathed out, reaching out for him with your arms but Joel shook his head.
“I know where my baby needs me.”
He walked to the foot of the bed, lifted your fluffy duvet and dived under it.
You squeaked when his chilly hands spread your legs and he began settling between them, pushing them apart with his broad shoulders, pulling your nightie up until its skirt was around your waist. Soon your thighs were resting on his shoulders, his warm breath fanning your wet cunt.
“Honey,” you called, staring at the huge lump under the duvet. When you lifted it, you saw Joel’s head hovering over your pussy, but like a feral animal he growled “no peekin’ ” and pulled the cover back down.
You were blinking at the lump in surprise until a gasp fell from your lips when you felt a pair of lips kiss your heat. They were still a little cold and you took a sharp breath at the unusual sensation.
Joel ran his tongue over your seam, tasting you, and then immediately delved between your soaked folds. His fingers spread them apart and he began licking your pussy, from your clenching hole to your puffy clit— up and down, up and down.
“Hngggg,” you were hearing him groan under the duvet. You knew how much he loved eating you out and his lustful noises turned you on even more.
With your nightie pulled down, you were twitching your nipples, drowning in pleasure, panting with your eyes closed. Your heart was pumping loudly in your ears. No way you could fall asleep then.
Drawing another whimper out of you, Joel pushed his finger into your entrance and added a second one, aware of how much you loved a stretch.
His thick digits began pumping in and out of your hot core, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, and when he placed his open mouth over your blooming pussy and started flicking your clit with his hot tongue, the temperature contrast and the stimulation brought tears to your eyes. He was sucking on your clit and fingerfucking you until your pussy was drenched with his spit and your slick, until your skin was covered in sweat, your legs trembling.
“Joel!” You came with his name on your lips, your tensed thighs locked around his head, your hands clasping the bedsheets. A wave after wave were rippling through your body, Joel’s fingers squeezed by your pulsating cunt, your clit twitching against his tongue.
When your body relaxed, Joel rested his head on your mound and you felt him panting heavily, just like you were, catching your breath.
For some time you were lying like that, sharing this intimate moment. At one point you thought that Joel had fallen asleep under the duvet but when you carefully lifted it, he raised his head and looked at you with eyes half-lidded.
“Damn, baby, you’ll be the death of me.”
“What?” You giggled. “I only wanted to get you warm. Didn’t ask you to…”
“I know, I know,” he hurried to assure you. “I ain’t cold now, that’s for sure,” he chuckled, emerging from under the duvet all sweaty, with his cheeks flushed. You grinned at him, proud to have given your man all of your warmth.
“Now I’m definitely showerin’,” he sighed, standing awkwardly by the bed. “Came all over my pants… Jesus Christ.”
You bit your lip, feeling incredibly flattered, and then giggled as he waddled towards the bathroom.
“Can I join you?” You shouted, eager to help him wash the tiring patrol and cum off his body.
“Sure, darlin’,” he replied and you hurried out of bed.
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Summary: You and Joel want to do things differently, and take things nice and slow.
Warnings: explicit content, 18+ only, mdni, mature themes, unprotected sex, p in v, nipple play, established relationship, soft Joel, orgasm, praise kink, dirty talk.
Word count: 1.4k
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The Clouds
"C'mere, baby." He murmurs his voice like gravel, as you listen to the soft patter of raindrops on the roof. "Nice and slow just like we said."
You nod once throat tight with anticipation more than nerve as you crawl forward on your knees. The sheets drag softly against your shins. When you're close enough, you brace one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath coarse salt and pepper hair. He was always so warm.
He helps you swing one leg over his hips without ever breaking eye contact. The blunt head of him nudges your inner thigh first, then higher, painting a slow, wet line along your folds as you hover. You're soaked already and have been since he spent fifteen minutes between your legs on his back, beard scraping the insides of your thighs while his tongue worked lazy circles around your clit until you were shaking and begging into the pillow.
Joel's left hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. His touch was so intoxicating you felt like you couldn’t live without it.
"Easy.” He instructs you softly. "No rush baby let me feel you open up for me."
You exhale with a slight tremble and begin to sink. The stretch is immediate and exquisite. Just the head breaches you and your breath hitches with a sharp little sound you can't swallow. He's thick enough that even after all this time the first push still feels like too much and exactly enough at once. Your nails dig reflexively into his shoulders almost drawing blood.
"There you go.” He growls biting his lip. "That's it sweetheart. Just like that just a little more."
You roll your hips in a tiny testing motion as another inch slides in. Your walls flutter hard around him and he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours.
"Fuck you're tight tonight.” He mutters, almost to himself. His right hand leaves his cock and settles on your ass but not grabbing just simply cupping, steadying. "Relax that pretty cunt for me. Let me in deep where I belong."
You whimper forehead dropping to rest against his. The words hit you harder than they should. You've always loved how filthy his mouth gets when he's turned on, but tonight it's softer, slower and almost reverent.
Another slow roll and he's halfway buried. You pause there, breathing against his lips, feeling every thick inch of him splitting you open. The pressure is exquisite almost borderline overwhelming never having felt him like this before. Your clit throbs against his pubic bone but you don't grind down yet, you want to savor this part. Joel's hand on your neck slides into your hair, cradling your skull.
"Look at me.” He whispers affectionately.
You lift your lashes. His pupils are blown wide, but the expression on his face is tender almost pained with how much he's holding back.
"You feel that?" He flexes his hips just enough to nudge deeper without thrusting. "That's all you, darlin'. Takin' me so fuckin' good. So wet I can hear it."
A mortified little sound escapes you. He smiles with a small, crooked and devastating look. Joel knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
"Don't hide from it.” He murmurs. "I love that sound. Love knowin' how much you want this cock."
You sink another inch on a shaky exhale. Now he's deep enough that the head is kissing your cervix with a dull, sweet ache that makes your thighs quiver. You pause again, panting softly against his mouth.
"Good girl.” He praises you his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "You're doin' so good for me."
The praise sinks into your bones like warm honey. You lift up just an inch and then sink back down much slower this time, letting yourself feel every ridge, every vein. Joel's head tips back against the headboard with a low, guttural groan.
"Christ yeah, just like that. Ride me nice and slow, baby. Let me feel every little twitch."
You start a steady rhythm then it’s not fast and it’s not frantic. Just deep deliberate rolls of your hips lifting until only the head remains inside, then sinking all the way back down until your ass meets his thighs and he's seated to the root. Each descent drags a soft, broken moan from your throat.
Joel's hands roam now up your sides, over your ribs, cupping your breasts and thumbing your nipples without hurry. He watches the way they pebble under his touch, watches your face flush darker, watches the way your lips part every time he bottoms out.
"Look how pretty you are sittin' on me.” His voice deep, low and rough. "Tits bouncin' just a little. Face all soft and fucked-out already. You love this, don't you? Love feelin' me stretch you open slow like this."
You nod frantically the words slipping from your mind. All you can do is lift, sink and repeat. Joel had you right where he wanted you. And he wished he could take a picture.
He slides one hand down between you, thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. He doesn't rub fast circles the way he does when he's trying to make you come quick. Instead he presses firm, steady pressure and lets your own rhythm grind you against the pad of his thumb.
"Feel that?" He groans with encouragement. "Every time you take me deep, your little clit gets kissed right here. Gonna come just from ridin' me, aren't you?"
The thought alone makes you clench hard around him. He hisses through his teeth knowing his words were getting to you.
"Fuck baby do that again. Squeeze me just like that. Let me feel how close you are." You bear down on the next descent, walls fluttering and gripping, and Joel's hips jerk up involuntarily. Just once before he reins himself back in.
"Sorry.” He rasps almost laughing at himself. "You feel too goddamn good. Almost lost it."
You shake your head, lips brushing his. "Don't hold back, wanna feel you lose it."
"Not yet.” He says as his eyes darken at your words. "Not till you come all over me first. Then I'll fill you up. Deep as I can get."
The promise makes your next roll stutter. You're climbing fast now too slow a syrupy pleasure gathering low in your belly, tightening with every drag of his cock against your front wall. Every press of his thumb against your clit Joel definitely feels it.
"That's it.” He coaxes with a teasing voice. "Right there. You're gettin' so tight, sweetheart. Gonna come for me? Gonna soak my cock while I'm buried all the way inside you?"
You nod frantic little jerks of your head. Tears of pleasure and not pain prick the corners of your eyes. He cups your face with both hands now, thumbs brushing away the dampness.
"Look at me when you come.” He says voice low and commanding in the gentlest way possible. "Wanna see your eyes when that pretty cunt comes all over me."
You lock gazes with him and the intimacy of it is almost too much. His face so close you can feel his breath mingling, your bodies joined so deep there's no telling where you end and he begins.
Your rhythm falters and you grind down hard, clit crushed against his thumb, cock pressed right against that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Joel, oh god.” His name leaves you like a sob.
"I've got you.” He whispers soothingly and in a comforting way. "Let go baby I’m right here. Come on my cock. Let me feel it."
The orgasm rolls through you slow and devastating like thunder that takes forever to reach you and then shakes the whole sky. Your walls clamp down in long, pulsing waves. You cry out high, broken, and keep moving through it, riding him through every aftershock, drawing it out until you're trembling and oversensitive and still somehow greedy for more.
"Fuck I’m gonna come.” He grits out through his teeth.
"Inside me please Joel.” You gasp without even thinking, and he honestly can’t believe the words that came out of your mouth.
He growls low and feral and finally letting his hips snap up to meet yours. Once, twice and then he's grinding deep, holding you down by the hips as he empties inside you in thick hot pulses. You feel every twitch, every spurt, feel the way his cock kicks against your fluttering walls.
He buries his face in your neck, breathing hard, teeth grazing your skin without biting. You stay locked together for long minutes. Sweaty, trembling and your hearts beating in tandem. His arms come around you, pulling you flush against his chest so there's no space left between you. Eventually he kisses your temple, your cheek and then the corner of your mouth.
"Stay right here.” He mumbles against your lips. "Don't move yet, wanna feel you keep me warm a little longer."
Once again, I'm thinking about Oscar Isaac's acting choices for Steven and Marc, especially when it comes to the face.
Look at Steven's facial expression. Mouth wide open on all sides. His screams were more shrill. Both eyebrows are raised. Arms are pulled away (and he later stumbles back and messes up the laundry on the side).
Now, look at Marc. The shape of his mouth when he screams is different. His scream was different. His right eyebrow is a little raised. His left eyebrow is down and angry. His hands are curled into fists. He's terrified but ready for a fight.
Get you an actor who pays attention to detail and gives us the little things that contribute to the character's personality and story! I. Will. Never. Get. Over. His. Performance. In. This. Show.
Context: a few glasses of wine is all it takes for Steven to give you want you want
• warnings: p in v, intoxication, unprotected sex, pet names, language, breeding kink, creampie, mating press, Steven is a tease, soft dom Steven
It didn’t take much for Steven to feel the affects of a few glasses of wine. And neither did you.
“Bloody hell, you feel so nice in my hands, you’re so warm. So so warm” Steven panted out with flushed cheeks. You love how flustered Steven gets when he drinks, cheeks flushed, and eyes hooded with a dumb smile on his face.
You squirmed as Steven’s hands ran up your tummy and up to your breasts “look like heaven, feel like it too” Steven cooed as he admired your naked body from below.
You don’t remember when you both took your shoes off but now you were both naked and sprawled out on his bed.
“It’s impossible to keep my hands off you, you know that? Just wanna feel you, have you in my line of sight forever just so I can have you near” he purred.
You muttered out lazy pleads and whines at his constant touching and talking. He kept his hands on you but gave you no other option than to let him feel you up and wait for him to finally fuck you.
“Please Steven, stop teasing.” You whimpered out as he slide himself between your thighs. He didn’t push into you, he just kept himself tucked between your warm folds, moving his hips every now and then just to see your mouth fall open in anticipation.
“You want more love? I think I wanna play with you a bit more. Don’t you think it’s a bit miffed for me? You think I’m not trying to hold myself back from sliding into your cunny and making both of us feel good?” Steven purred as he leaned down and began to slowly lap at your nipples.
You groaned in annoyance at his long touches. Drunk Steven loved playing the long game and drunk you got impatient. But neither of you would wish any different.
Steven cooed down at you with glossy eyes, admiring you and wondering how he got so lucky. If you would have told Steven he’d get a pretty girl to call his own a few years ago, he would’ve never believed it.
But here you were begging for him. Pleading with him to stop being so mean and just fuck you already. “Jus’ want you inside Steven, wanna feel you in me. Feel you fucking into my tummy and stuffing me full.” You finally got out.
Steven groaned at your words, his mouth falling slack as his head dropped down between your legs.
You squirmed as he slid through your folds, his hands now bending your legs to your sides. “Gotta knock before I come inside” Steven hummed as his tip knocked at your cunt.
Steven let out a deprived sigh as he sunk deep into your pussy. He could feel your cunt pulsing as he pushed forward with his hands gripping onto the back of your thighs.
“Blimey” Steven moaned out with his eye squeezed shut. You smiled up at him, his British slang always made you smile.
Your fists squeezed at the sheets as Steven rocked his hips slowly, his pace getting faster and harder with every thrust.
“O- oh god, Steven” you moaned out, toes curled and knees almost touching your ears. Steven had you folded in half, hips slamming onto the back of your thighs as he lost himself inside you.
Tingles ran down your spine as you felt a calloused thumb rubbing at your clit. Lewd wet sounds filled Steven’s ears as you gushed all over him.
He couldn’t help but smile down at you “feeling that good honey? Got her talking to me, she’s telling me thank you isn’t she?” Steven cooed.
You whined at the way he walked about your cunt. He’s never been so mouthy before. You repaid him with a drunken nod “ye- yes yes yes” you sobbed, nails digging into his back as Steven nudged at your sweet spot.
“I- Steven imma-“ you whimpered out, cut off mid sentence by the orgasm ripping through you. “Yeah that’s it, that’s it love. G- give it to me” Steven choked out as you pulsed around him.
Steven’s vision went blurry as he came. His body shook in pleasure as he gave you one last thrust. He held you still, holding his hips to the hilt as he came inside you. The sound of Steven’s moans and whimpers made you smile, he looked so proud of himself, a selfish smile curled on his lips as he thought about finally knocking you up.
Summary: Both you and Joel have your day off for Valentine's Day, and he plans to make the most of it.
Content Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, soft smut - 18+ MDNI, handjob, some dirty talk by Joel, praise, piv, smut with plot, shower sex, soft Joel, aftercare.
Word Count: 4.2k
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, people! I hope you're spending time with the person you love, or with yourself if you're a single pringle like myself. The pictures above are what were used in the WIP picture tag game. Enjoy!
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Always Be Mine
The last few weeks have been busy on both your and Joel's schedules. But for once, in a long time, you both had the day off for Valentine's Day. Ever since settling down in Jackson, Joel had been marking off the days until today, thinking that you hadn't caught on to his little habit, which you found adorable.
He wasn’t subtle about it, not really anyway. Every evening, he’d pause in front of the small calendar pinned beside the kitchen shelf, pencil scratching softly before he’d clear his throat and move on like it meant nothing. You’d pretend not to notice the way February fourteenth had been circled twice over, the graphite pressed darker than the rest.
This morning, the world outside your window was quiet and pale with fresh snow. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains in gentle beams, catching in the dust motes drifting lazily in the air.
Joel was still asleep. Or at least, he was pretending to be.
You lie half-tangled with him, your back tucked against his chest, one of his arms draped securely around your waist. His palm rested flat against your stomach, fingers curled loosely in the fabric of your sleep shirt.
His breathing was slow but not as steady as it would be if he were asleep. Every exhale brushed your skin in a way that felt familiar and safe. You shifted slightly, and his grip instantly tightened around you.
There it is.
“Joel,” you murmured softly, not yet turning and your voice still groggy from just waking up.
A low hum answered you, the rumble felt against your back, gravelly with sleep.
“You’re awake.”
“No, I ain’t,” he mumbles, like a little boy who doesn’t want to wake up for school on a Monday morning. His voice was thick and rough, and the curve of his nose gently nudged against your shoulder before pressing a slow kiss there.
You laughed under your breath, tilting your head to the side enough to look at him. His hair was tousled, curls sticking up in different places, and his eyes were barely open - just enough to see you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” you whispered.
He studied your face for a long moment, something tender and almost shy moving behind his gaze. His thumb began tracing patterns against your stomach as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Happy Valentine’s day, darlin’.”
You settled back against him, the warmth of his bare chest a solid comfort. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his scruffy stubble a welcome sensation. You tilted your head in his direction again, giving him better access to you, and he took the invitation - capturing your lips in a soft kiss, which you responded to with a soft and content sigh.
It started soft and lazy. A simple gesture of lips pressing together, but it slowly deepened. His mouth parted against yours, his tongue sweeping out to taste you, earning a low groan that rumbled from his chest.
The arm around your waist tightened, his hand splaying wide, pressing you into the growing hardness behind his worn boxers. You could feel him, thick and insistent. A solid line of heat pressing against the small of your back through the thin layers of clothes.
A slow, deliberate heat bloomed in your belly. You shifted your hips, pressing back against him in a slow and deliberate grind that made him groan again, this time the sound vibrating against your lips. His hand on your stomach began to move, his fingers tracing the hem of your sleep shirt before slipping beneath it, his calloused palm resting flat against the bare skin of your abdomen, before his fingers began hooking into the waistband of your shorts. But you had other ideas. So, you caught his wrist, stilling his movements. Gently, you guided his hand back to his side before shifting onto your right side to face him.
“Let me,” you murmured. You felt him hesitate for the briefest moment before nodding, dropping his hand to the bed. Your hand slid under the blanket, sliding against his bare stomach before sliding down. Your fingers traced the seam of his boxers until you reached the hard ridge of his erection.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his hips bucking forward involuntarily at the layered contact. You smiled as you palmed him through the thin cotton, feeling the heat and weight of him in your hand. You teased him for a moment, your fingers tracing his length, before finally dipping beneath the elastic waistband.
Your fingers met with hot and smooth skin. He was already fully hard, thick, and heavy. You wrapped your fingers around the velvety weight of him, a perfect, and familiar fit. He let out a shaky breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hips rocking into your fist.
“Lord have mercy, darlin’,” he breathed, his voice low and strained. “Your hand feels like it was made for my cock.”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to because the way you responded was all in the way you moved your hand. You just started to move your hand, a slow and firm stroke from base to tip. You twisted your wrist slightly on the upstroke, similar to a corkscrewing motion that made him hiss at the sensation. Then your thumb circled the slick head, spreading the bead of moisture gathered there before swiping over the sensitive slit.
His hips began to move in time with your hand, a shallow, rocking motion that was both desperate and incredibly hot. His hand that was against the bed had tightened, crumpling the sheet into his palm.
“Yeah, just like that,” he breathed, a low groan escaping his lips. “Squeeze me a little tighter, baby. Feel how hard I am for you?”
“So hard, just for me,” you responded, obeying his request as you tightened your grip around his cock, and your lips met his. You were instantly rewarded with a soft whimper that escaped his mouth. A damn whimper.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing more desperate, his breaths ragged and broken. You could feel the rapid and unsteady beat of his heart against your chest.
He was close.
You could tell by the way his entire body had gone taut as a bowstring. You moved your other hand down, cupping him through his boxers before gently rolling his balls. That was all it took before he let out a guttural groan, his back arching slightly off the bed as he came. Hot and thick ropes spurt from his tip, spilling over your hand and his own stomach.
You milked him through it, slowing your strokes until he was completely spent and his body going limp against you. You gently released him from your hand, and he pulled you closer, face still buried in your neck, his breathing harsh and uneven.
You lay tangled together for a long time, the only sound was his slowly steadying breaths and a soft ticking from an old clock on the nightstand. He pressed soft, lazy kisses to your hair and the crook of your neck, his hands stroking your arm.
“Best wake-up call,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth, and you smiled, meeting his lips in a lingering kiss before pulling back, resting his forehead against yours.
Neither of you seemed eager to move. The blankets were warm, the house quiet, and the world seemed far away. Joel shifted slightly, guiding you closer until there was no space left between your bodies, his arm tightening around you instinctively and protectively.
Eventually, though, your stomach let out a soft, traitorous growl.
He huffed out a low laugh at the sound against your hand, his fingers running along your arm, “Guess that’s our cue.”
“Do we have to get up?” You asked.
“I’d prefer it if my girl doesn’t starve herself,” he murmured, his hand smoothing down your back in lazy strokes. “‘n I was thinkin’ of makin’ somethin’ nice for us. Since we actually got time today.”
You shifted back enough to look at him, already knowing there was more to it than he was saying, but smiled anyway, “Thought you weren’t a fan of holidays.”
“I am with you.”
You rolled your eyes, the smile plastered on your face, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth before getting up. Joel got up from the bed with a low groan, stretching his arms before walking to the bathroom to clean up the dried mess on his stomach. When he returned, he put on sweatpants and a shirt, while you tossed on one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants, the shirt much bigger on your frame than his.
“C’mon, let’s get you fed.”
Downstairs, the two of you were in the kitchen. The kettle was on, the faint crackle of the fire filled the background, and the soft, ordinary sounds of domestic life settled around you both. You moved easily together in the small kitchen - bumping shoulders, stealing small touches, the comfort of routine threaded something special between the two of you.
After breakfast, you lingered at the table, sharing lazy conversation and the occasional quiet smile. Joel watched the clock on the wall more than once, subtle enough that you could easily miss if you weren’t watching him. When he finally stood, he hesitated for a moment, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your temple.
“I’m gonna head out for a bit,” he said casually, and your smile briefly dropped.
“I thought you were free today.”
“I am,” he began, running a hand through his hair, dropping his hands on his waist. “Got somethin’ I need to take care of. Shouldn’t be long.”
“Alright,” you said softly, reaching out to catch the front of his shirt as he turned away, gently tugging him down for one more kiss. Slow and lingering.
“Be careful,” you murmured against his lips.
“Always am,” he replied. The look on his face made it clear he’d rather be staying with you. “Save me some of that warmth when I come back, yeah?”
After the door closed behind him and his footsteps faded into the quiet. The house itself felt quiter without Joel around, a quiet that you didn’t necessarily like.
It wasn’t lonely, per se, just like the house was missing a key component to make it feel like home. You lingered by the table for a while after he left, watching the steam curl lazily from your mug as the fire crackles down. The morning light had shifted into the room, spilling across the floor in pale gold. After you let yourself sit in that warmth, you cleaned up slowly, letting the time stretch. You washed the dishes and put everything away, then once you finished, you tugged on your coat and gloves. You left a note on the table, just in case he came back sooner than expected, and stepped out into the cold.
The town was alive in the way people moved on the streets, the cold February making their breath cloud in the air, the laughter of children drifting from different directions. As you were walking to the stables, one of the kids had thrown a snowball at you, and you couldn’t help but join in with them, enjoying the laughter coming from the little humans.
The time passed easily once you found things to do. But you also couldn’t help but wonder what Joel was doing. Maybe he was being his usual self, you thought, asking if there was something he could do to help out or not.
Either way, the thought made you smile, and when the sky started deepening into shades of indigo and violet, and the lights turned on one by one, you began walking home. It wasn’t long until you heard your name as you were approaching the house.
Joel stood a few paces away, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his silhouette framed by the glow of the street lights. His hair was dusted white at the edges, curls catching the light flurry of snowflakes.
“Figured you’d come back soon ‘nough,” he teases, walking closer to you, a hand leaving his pocket to take one of yours, his thumb softly brushing the back of your hand. “I was hopin’ I could steal you for the evenin’.”
“Steal me?”
“Borrow,” he corrects, a smile making its way on his face before he looks down, a soft pink tinting his cheeks, “For a date.”
Your heart skipped a beat, a small laugh escaping your lips, “A date, huh? We’ve been long past dating for a while now.”
“Shut up,” he said with a groan, tugging you closer to wrap his arms around your shoulder. “Got somethin’ set up, if you’re up for it.”
“Lead the way.”
He let out a quiet breath before beginning to guide you to the house. His arm remained comfortably around your shoulders as you walked, pulling you closer to him to shield you from the cold. As the house got more into view, you could see that the porch was lit with small lanterns. Joel paused at the door for a momentt, turning to face you with his hand going to your cheek.
“Close your eyes for a second,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing your cheek. You raised an eyebrow, smiling in curiosity, but did what he asked anyway. You felt his hands go to your waist, standing behind you as he opened the door and guided you in, the warmth of the house quickly contrasting with the cold from outside.
“And… open,” he says softly, once settling you in a safe position in the room. And you opened your eyes, standing there to take the sight in.
The living room had been transformed in a way you didn’t expect. Candles had been placed carefully around the space, flickering along the mantel, and their light was dancing gently against the glass protecting them. The table near the hearth had been set for two, a simple cloth laid neatly beneath carefully placed dishes, and a vase was set in the middle, with beautiful red flowers sitting peacefully inside it.
“Baby,” you said quietly, taking a step further with your voice softer than intended. You truly didn’t know what to say. This, coming from a man who claimed not to see the big deal with holidays, was set for the two of you.
“It ain’t much, didn’t have much to work with, but I figured… you deserved somethin’ nice.”
You quickly shake your head, slowly turning to face him, your eyes shining in the candlelight, “It’s perfect,” you murmured, stepping closer to cup his cheeks, the faint scratch of his beard familiar and grounding against your hand.
“C’mon,” he says before pressing a soft kiss against your wrist, “Food’s gonna get cold.”
Dinner was simple and thoughtful, and you could tell he’d put real care into every detail. Like he really was planning this for a long time. The two of you talked quietly over the crackle of the fire, laughter slipping easily into the spaces between words. At one point, he reached across the table just to take your hand into his, his thumb brushing slow, steady circles over your skin while his eyes remained on you as you spoke.
When the plates were cleared, neither of you rushed to move. You lingered at the table, with the candlelight softening the lines of his face as he looked at you, eventually standing up and holding his hand to you.
When you took his hand and stood up, he leaned down to kiss you, then, slow and tender, his lips warm against yours. The kiss wasn’t hurried or heated, just full of quiet affection. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, “Let’s get cleaned up. I think we earned ourselves a slow night.”
You smiled, leaning in to press one more kiss to his lips before pulling back with a nod. As you began to pull back, he quickly brought an arm under your legs and picks you up, arm around your back an you laughed at the suddenness.
“Is this really necessary?” You question, raising a faint brow.
“Damn straight.”
He carried you up the stairs with ease, his arms strong and steady around you. You looped your arms around his neck, pressing soft kisses to the side of his throat, earning the vibration of his low chuckle against your lips. In the bathroom, he set you down gently, his hands lingering on your waist as he turned to start the shower. The sound of the water spray filled the small room, quickly followed by the plumes of steam that would fog the mirror.
He turned backt o you, his eyes soft as he reached for the hem of your shirt, “Arms up,” he says, his fingers brushing against your sides. And once you lift your arms, he lifts the shirt over your head and toss the shirt on the counter. His gaze was adoring as his eyes traced the curve of your shoulders, the swell of your breasts, as if he were memorizing your body all over again. He then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your panties, and then he took your hand, steadying you as you stepped out of them.
You undressed him, and when you got into the shower, he followed after. The water was warm and welcome, enveloping heat that seeped into your muscles. Joel wrapped his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest. For a moment, you stood there, letting the water cascade over you. He reached for the shampoo, lathering it in his hands before working it slowly through your hair. His touch was slow and soothing; you couldn’t help but lean your head back into his hands.
When he was finished, he reached for the showerhead, disconnecting it before returning his gaze to you, “Close your eyes.”
You closed them, and he began rinsing your hair out, bringing his free hand over your eyes, like he’s protecting you from any soap that would dare get into your eyes. When he was finished, you lathered soap in your hand before working it through his hair, your nails gently scratching against his scalp, a sensation he was all too familiar with. Once it’s rishing out, he reached for the body soap and lathered it in a cloth before bringing it to your body. He started with your shoulders and the back of your neck, his strong and calloused hands moving in slow motions. The feeling was intoxicating, the slide of the cloth against your skin, the way his lips would meet your temple in a brief kiss.
You felt like you were something precious. And to him, you always were.
His hands glided down your arms, then back up to your breasts, lightly rubbing the cloth over the swells before his palm cupped their weight, his thumbs brushing over your nipples in a slow, deliberate tease that made them pebble into hard points, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your core.
“Joel,” you sighed, head falling back agaisnt his shoulder.
“I got ya, baby,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down your stomach, dragging a soapy trail with him.
His fingers finally found their way between your thighs before they parted your folds,finding the sensitive bud of your clit. He circled it slowly, a gentle, relentless pressure that had your knees trembling and your hips rocking against his hand. The pleasure built slowly, a warm, rising tide that left you breathless. He slid one long finger inside you, then another, his palm still pressed against your clit. The dual sensation was exquisite, a full, stretching pressure coupled with the maddening circles on your most sensitive spot. Your hips began to rock, a slow, involuntary rhythm against his hand, your body arching as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside that made you gasp.
"Right there, honey?" he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against your ear. "That feel good? Tell me how good it feels."
"So good," you breathed, your voice a shaky whisper. "Don't stop, Joel, please."
He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Not gonna stop. Not 'til you're shaking for me." He continued his slow, deep strokes, his thumb never ceasing its maddening circles. The pleasure built and built, a wave gathering strength, growing higher and higher until it was just about to crest. You were so close, teetering on the edge, your body a taut, quivering bowstring.
And then he stopped.
A frustrated whimper escaped you, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking the friction he'd denied you. "Joel!"
"Shhh, I know, baby," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "Not yet. Wanna feel you come around me. Wanna feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock when you fall apart."
He turned you in his arms, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a raw, undisguised desire that was softened by the deep affection shining in their depths. He leaned in and kissed you, a deep, possessive kiss that was all heat and need. He lifted you then, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He pinned you against the cool, slick tile of the shower wall, the sudden chill a stark, thrilling contrast to the heat of his body and the hot water.
He held you there for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, his cock a hard, heavy length pressing against your entrance. "You feel that?" he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "That's all for you, honey. Been hard for you all damn night. Thinkin' about this, about you."
You just nodded, your hips writhing, silently begging for him. He gave you what you wanted. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you to the hilt. You cried out, the sudden, full stretch sending a shockwave of pure pleasure through you. He started to move, his hips snapping against yours in a deep, steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoed in the small steam-filled room, mingling with your breathy moans and his low groans.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "So tight and wet for me. This pussy was made for me, wasn't it, baby?"
"Yes," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "All yours, Joel."
He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. "Right there?" he grunted, his eyes never leaving yours. "That's the spot, ain't it? Gonna make you come so hard. Wanna feel you soak my cock."
His words were your undoing. The coil of pleasure in your belly snapped, and your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that left you shaking and breathless. You cried out his name, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure pulsed through you in endless, shuddering waves.
He followed you over the edge moments later, his own release a deep, guttural groan as he buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering against yours as he came, his hot seed filling you.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily, the water still cascading over your spent bodies. Finally, he lowered you gently to your feet, his arms wrapping around you, holding you up as your legs felt like jelly. He tilted your chin up, his thumb stroking your cheek. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before.
You just nodded, leaning into him, your head resting on his chest. "Better than okay," you whispered.
He washed your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp with a gentle, practiced touch that was incredibly soothing. He rinsed you clean, his movements tender and careful. He was always so attentive in these moments, his focus entirely on you, on your comfort and your pleasure. It was in these quiet, intimate moments that you felt his love the most.
After the shower, he wrapped you in a big, fluffy towel, lifting you into his arms and carrying you back to the bedroom. He lay you down on the bed, gently drying you off before pulling the covers over you. He disappeared for a moment, returning with a glass of water.
"Here," he said, his voice soft as he handed you the glass. "Drink."
You did, your eyes never leaving his. He climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, your head resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his chin resting on top of your head. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. His actions spoke volumes.
“Always be mine, okay?” He suddenly asks, his voice gruff and quiet.
“Always,” you whispered, tilting your head up slightly to meet his lips in a slow, loving kiss. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, darlin’,” he whispered against your lips, returning his chin to the top of your head and holding you so softly and securely in his arms as the two of you drifted into easy conversation.
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