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A/N: This guy won't leave my head so here's a slutty drabble.
Warnings: No minors please, 18+ All smut tbh (sorry not sorry) Oral!male receiving, daddy use, mentions of spanking, praise kink, swearing.
Joel had a bad day and your mouth makes him feel better.
Word count: 1027
“You look tense, baby.” You said, noticing how Joel was sitting on the sofa, shoulders scrunched as he leaned forward, rubbing his eyes.
He sat upright after hearing your voice but not wanting to burden you with his troubles, he dismissively responds “Just a bad day.”
Sauntering over to him in nothing but a long, over sized t-shirt, he looked up at you, weary eyes gazing into yours.
“I can make you feel better if you want? Mmm?” You asked, placing your legs either side of his and making a seat out of his lap. Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders whilst his rested at your hips. A soft kiss to his lips and traces of his frustration started to slip away.
Gently massaging him, he groaned as you freed knots nestled in his muscles. His frame always felt so big in your dainty hands.
“That’s nice.” He whispered.
Spurred on by his words, you continued at a languid pace, pushing your fingers into his worn body. His eyes closed softly under your touch and you felt him relax under you.
“Let me make you feel good.” You hummed into his ear as you grinded on him. Kissing him again, you brought his bottom lip between your teeth, the graze feeling divine when you released him and before he could say anything, you were sliding off his lap and onto your knees, unbuckling his belt.
The clank of his buckle made your pussy twitch from the memory of him spanking the cold leather against your bare ass just a few nights ago, the same clank that jingled with every hit. You pushed your thighs together at the recollection as he lifted himself up slightly so you could pull his jeans and boxers down that now sat just above his knees. Delicately, your fingers skimmed his hefty shaft, almost tickling his senses as you prepared him for your mouth. Your fingers danced up and down his thick cock, tantalisingly paced with your other hand massaging his heavy balls.
Breath hitching coolly over his receptive body, he looked instantly relaxed and now you knew he needed more. Your tongue poked out to wet your lips before you leisurely placed a tender kiss to his left bollock.
“Fuck.” He drawled out in a mere whisper.
You kissed his ball again before swiping a soft kitten lick to the same spot.
And again. Just as soft.
This time you put a bit more force in your tongue causing it to shift around the muscle, eliciting a throaty moan from him. You repeated the action and his lips curved inward between his teeth.
Eyes locked firmly onto his, your other hand was still playing his dick like an instrument, grazing softly with your nails and fingertips. You ran your index over his soft tip, collecting pre cum under your pad and pushing down slightly so you could collect all that you wanted. Smearing it down his long phallus, you placed the tip of your finger in your mouth, tasting his produce and smiled against his skin.
“Baby, you’re such a tease.” He chortled, enjoying every second.
Your response was to lick his other, saliva-free, ball and you didn’t stop this time until you reached all the way to the top of his girth. You copied the motion again, picking up in pace as you did so. Eventually, you were slurping at his cock with such enthusiasm, spit was dripping down your chin.
“Look at the state of you and you’ve not even took me in whole yet.” He tutted but yet marvelled at you all at once.
Your hand still on his length next to your face, you coo, “I just love this dick so much.” Another kiss to his tip. “Just want to please it as much as I can daddy.”
“Fuck baby girl, it feels real fucking good.”
Deciding his dick was warmed up and ready for your entire mouth, your lips formed perfectly around his knob as you started moving over it, a popping noise now present with each bob.
“You gonna take this uncut cock like a good little girl darlin’?” He asked, his fingers intertwining in your hair, a warning of the ride yet to come.
You released him from your mouth to look him in the eyes.
“I want it bad baby, use this hole for your dick.” You begged. “Please daddy.”
With a groan he pushed your wet mouth down over his bulging erection, relishing in how tight your throat felt. He held you there, lips touching his ballsack yet again, testing how much you could handle until you gagged over him. You held on for quite a while but soon your eyes became blurry and you choked around him, his cock laden with slobber.
“This mouth is something else baby girl. It’s fucking perfect.” He eulogised as you lined yourself back over him, ready for more. “So greedy for this dick.”
Guiding your head over him once again, he continues his praises. “Good girl.”
Swiftly moving over his cock, his grip tightened in your hair, piloting his pleasure at his disposal. Obscene noises filtered the room from your attacked throat, the vibration of them heavenly rippling through him.
That Texas tone accentuated his low growl when he commanded you, “Spit on it baby girl, you know I like it sloppier than that.”
You spat at it from the tip and watched as it slithered down to his meaty thigh. You palmed it across his entire length before you bordered your lips around him once more. The momentum was brutal now as he pushed hard for his release, wanting to paint your gullet with his cum.
“Fu-” He faltered with his thrusts as your hand cupped his balls and liberated you with everything you’d asked for, moaning heavily. He slowed his movements so you continued for him, bouncing your head to work him through his high.
You swallowed his salty mess, wiping the corners of your lips and kissing his dick one last time.
His head was flung back, eyes closed when you asked “Feeling better baby?”
