Sooo I WILL be greedy and ask for full out whore thoughts on Joey Daccord AND fluffy thoughts.
Hello, lovely. I took so long. (The parasites, aka my braincells, were dying from rewriting this over and over). Not a full drabble anymore, sorry :((( Just lil thoughts...
Joey would be a huge sweetheart for you. He was patient and kind and got a great sense of humor. He loved talking to you about how his day has gone and would listen with wide and attentive eyes when you were talking about yours.
He would automatically rub sunscreen on your back, your shoulders, your arms, your chest, your face. Everywhere. He would take that upon himself after dragging you to the beach so many times. He wouldn't want you to get sunburns.
In your home, Joey would pull you to sit on his thigh, grinning when he would catch the way your cheeks flush. He knew how much you like his thighs. He caught you so many times gazing at them so he would flex them for you because then your eyes would literally sparkle. He would place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer that he's almost cradling you.
In that position, you two would spend hours talking or watching the TV. During F1 season, you two would watch the races because it is one of Joey's favorite pastimes. He would take down his notes--since he loves it and has F1 Daccording to Joey that he usually posts in his Instagram--and would soft explain whatever it is you're confused with the sport.
He would be patient and passionate. Not afraid to get into more details, because he knew you would listen. He would enjoy the way your eyes grow wide with your amusement and amazement. It wouldn't matter if you picked up some things more than the other details, because for Joey, you were as big as a fan as he was. You just get confused sometimes. He even bought you quite a lot of merch which he would love to match you during your casual walks together.
However, at some point, both of you would just look at each other, then you would make out. No questions. No words. Just a pull towards one another, tugging you both in a passionate exchange. His hands would easily slot on your hip and lower back when you turned to mount his thighs, your arms wrapping over his broad shoulders, your fingers sliding through his hair.
His cock would stir the moment your clothed pussy grinded down on him. You would already feel so good that he swore he was making a mess in his pants. Then you would act so bratty, hands going over his crotch, demanding and demanding, not caring when he said 'wait'. That was where Joey drew the line.
His hand would quickly grab your hair by the roots, pulling you off him. His other hand would slam so hard against your ass that you would be squealing and groaning and protesting yet you would let him when he lifted you to straddle one thigh.
"If you're going to be a brat, you just have to make do with what I give you."
Oh, the way you would whine, your eyes growing so wide and glassy like he took the world from you. When he started to guide your hips to move, making sure to keep the contact of his thigh against your pussy, creating the friction you were so desperate for, you could only moan, gripping his arm for support. He could feel how wet you were getting, your arousal dripping past your panties, making his thigh shine with it.
"More, more, Joey. Please." You would plead. "Need you inside me."
He would ignore your pleas, smirking at how much you frown, pant, and moan. He would've fucked you, but you decided to be a brat. Unprovoked. So you got what you deserved. No cock for your desperate and whore of a pussy.
He would control the pace of you riding his thigh. His control was infinite. His focus was homed in your desperation like he would on ice with the puck. His ears were open to every moan spilling out of your beautiful lips. He could barely hold himself back, but he did. You must learn your lesson: Listen to him. He would gladly educate you every time because he had never fucked the brat out of you.
He would make you come on his thigh before he took you to the bedroom. Before he stripped you down then himself. Before gripped your thighs open, slipping his hard cock in your sensitive pussy.
He would fuck you so hard that you were screaming so loudly that all Joey could do was fuck you harder, groaning into your ear, deliberately watching and working to get you to come again before he could.
His hand would slip between you two, fingers finding your clit, circling and pressing and teasing it so lazily but it was enough to get you closer and closer to your edge.
The moment you did, Joey would whisper soft and firm praises into your ear, into your cheeks and lips as he kissed them. He would let you feel how much he loved, telling you 'I love you', then stilling to come inside your pussy. He came so hard that he would manage to coax another orgasm out of you, your legs gripping tightly around his hips, not letting him to slip free.
Joey would never. He knew you wanted his cum nowhere else but your pussy. He knew how you enjoy being so full of his cock and his cum. He knew the love shining brightly despite how glazed your eyes stared up at him. He knew you would forever be his as he was yours.
March 25 to May 5. It took me way too long, lovely. Sorry. 😔 I tried my best. Good night 🙂↕️
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