Discover Top Posts Tagged with #reqs

sucking old man!joel miller (+18) ╱ want to read more? click here

you drag your tongue in a lazy line down towards his waistband, right over the messy trail of curly unkempt hair over his belly before it looses itself under his jeans.

"these need to go off" you murmur, fluttering eyelashes and eyes all innocent. like a show.

"what for? 'm gonna come in this fucking pants 'fore you even get my dick inside that filthy mouth of yours" he chastises, voice low and gravelly, fingers tightening around your hair.

"want me to stop?" you ask sweetly.

joel tugs the fistful of strands on his closed fist harshly to make you look up.

"did i say i do?"

your fingers find the buttons. "no"

through gritted teeth, "then don't"

your chest flutters at his lack of patience and self-restraint.

"i've got you good, haven't i, old man?" you tease without malice, but a lick of your lips might say otherwise.

"shut up and hurry" he says, a breathy sound slipping in between.

one thing about your man is, behind closed doors, inhibitions are gone: never would townsfolk guess that who they feared upon his arrival, stories and blood trailing behind, or the one they've come to respect, he who has put his worn hands into expanding their home, is such a noisy little crying thing in bed.

(be it how touch starved he was or age, you feel blessed)

another thing is, he loves to have your mouth around his cock, not caring how loud and messy he can get when that happens.

"impatient, aren't we?" as you unbutton and get rid of his belt. it lands with a thud in the silent room filled only with your teasing and his gasps for air, lungs getting all worked up.

"quit teasin'" as he helps you bring them down until it hits the floor, "actin' like you don't love to have your pretty lips 'round me"

"never said i didn't. i just love to see you all flustered"

he scoffs, "you're mean"

"i'm yours"

joel chuckles weakly, "how's that supposed to correlate?"

"because you chose me" you pull the soaked sticky underwear down, "means you like me the way i am"

his cock springs free: thick, slapping up against the swell of his soft stomach with a wet smack, its angry red head throbbing with need as it leaks with precum.

"no, 's 'cause i love you"

your thighs press together as your heart beats. he lets out a smug chuckle at your silence, eyes telling.

"this the part where you say i love you, joel back"

he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, giving it one lazy stroke, throat swallowing dry and heavy. you watch the motion in silence.

"you can say i got... distracted"

joel smirks, "like what you see?"

you lean in, hand over his own, laying at the base―thick enough to make your wet walls clench in anticipation.

you feel him tense under your touch as your soft-spoken tone fills the living room. "i could show you better"

he tenses again as a small fluttering kiss is placed over his skin, lips brushing right to the underside.

and then, your favorite part: a whimper. small, barely perceptible.

you smile. "keep that going for me, baby. i wanna know how good i'm making you feel"

you run your tongue over the thick vein that runs from base to tip. he chokes on his spit.

"remember two can play"

another whimper falls past his dry lips. "i said don't tease"

you nod, mischievous grin adorning your mouth.

"let's get to the fun part then, shall we?"

you open your mouth wider and take him in, licking around the slit to take every drop of his leaking girth.

joel groans, head falling back against the couch. "that's right, baby" he whimpers at your flickering tongue, "don't let it go to waste"

your cheeks hollow as you sink down further, lips stretching to the shape of him. you gag when it hits the back of your throat, and joel? well, he's barely holding on.

his knuckles turn white from the tight grip he's balling his fists into and each breath seems to rob him of air, puffs turning into ragged moans.

"goddamn, angel" he rasps, fingers tightening in your hair. "i-i don't think i can hold much longer if you keep on like that. you're gonna suck me dry"

you pull back, a thread of spit connecting your lips to the head of his dick before you dive back down, bobbing your head faster.

he stutters your name, syllables messy and melting into one another as you double down, hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach.

joel can't do anything but become an animal: savage, as when he thrusts up into your mouth, fucking your face just enough to make your eyes water, or submissive like a prey, right at your mercy. he could kill with his bare hands, but under your tongue and mouth? he becomes the shell of a man: nothing but a mess of whimpers and self-control.

"hey, i'm talking to ya'" he growls, voice between strained and tired.

you can imagine his toes curled inside his worn-out boots and the roll of his eyes as his head falls back once again.

"guess you ain't much of a talker, huh?" he lets out a breathy chuckle, eyes lost on the ceiling. "can't speak with my cock shoved up your throat, fuckin' minx"

you glance up through wet lashes. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “my pretty girl, my good girl. takin' me so well"

joel is an impatient man: he guides your mouth down further down a little by your hair. you gag a little again.

spit pools at the corners of your lips, dripping messy down your chin. his hips rock a bit, balls throbbing at the view.

"such'a mess. my mess. mine" your core clenches so tight, you whimper against his cock. he groans at the vibrations, whining, hips bucking up in the air. something creaks, probably the furniture; him. "g-goddamn. takin' care of your ol' man, choked up on 'is cock"

you watch him through heavy wet eyelashes, mouth too full to answer. you feel your swollen lips against his glistening tip, each thrust of his another inch to take.

"that's right. eyes on me, doll"

you gaze through his dark hazy eyes, mouth working harder. joel looks down at you, unable to form a sentence. his thumb brushes your cheek instead, hips rocking into your mouth.

joel's voice is wrecked when he speaks again.

"i-i think i'm gonna... p-please stop 'fore i-" he cuts off, pating. you hum around him, the vibrations making joel whine yet again. "let me- fuck. please, let me fill your mouth. gonna come in your mouth, pretty baby. please, let me fill it-"

you enjoy his rambling and panting. now, both hands find your hair, fists tightening in between damp strands.

"'s too much, angel. please, let your ol' man cum. need to- fuck, i need to- need to cum"

you nod. God, that's the signal. he won't wait any longer.

"fuck"

he spills your name as he does in your mouth, hot ropes of his thick cum sliding down your throat. you swallow on instinct, taking every spurt out of his twitching cock.

you remain on your knees, lips swollen and shiny, chin dripping with spit and him.

his thumb traces your bottom lip and then, without a warning, he hauls you up, bones creaking as the couch with your combined weight. he wraps a hand around you, pulling you into his lap.

joel's mouth crashes into yours immediately, tasting himself on your tongue. goddamn, you're going to be the death of him.

he smiles lazily, eyes lovingly drinking in the sight of you. "attagirl"

a/n: everyone say thank u bts for 'cause djdjd four damn years waiting for an album... and it's a masterpiece 🚬 i was inspired *ੈ✩‧₊˚ taglist: @klmr0 @zmbi3gr1 ╱ join here