Just Relax
Tags: minors DNI, orgasm edging, edging, hand job, oral sex, unprotected pinv, simultaneous orgasms, creampie, dom/sub play, sub!joel, dom!reader, use of dom name 'mistress', reader calls joel 'baby', begging, lingerie, teasing, praise, images just for mood purposes (no descriptions of reader)
WC: 3.2k
Summary: You've been dating Joel for a while and your sex life is great, but you can't stop fantasizing about that one thing that you've always wanted to try and never have. After bringing it up numerous times, Joel caves and you're over the moon about finally getting to edge him.
A/N: This is from @time-for-my-weekly-spanking's 2026 Kinky Challenge. I chose Joel Miller and V helped me settle on 'edging' for the kink. I almost always write Joel in a dominant role, so this was very new for me! It was a fun exercise and I'm excited to share it. Thank you for hosting this challenge, babe! Since you're the queen of subby Joel, I hope this did it justice. 😘🫶🏻
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AO3 | masterlist
The room was dim, but with plenty of light for the two of you to still make out each other’s curves and features. Soft music played on a record in the background. He’d just gotten the record player recently, a gift from Tommy for his sixtieth birthday. Joel had to fight back tears as he had opened it, the gratitude he felt toward his brother overwhelming him. Since then, you’d made it your mission to add to Joel’s scarce record collection.
You had the house to yourself - Ellie and Dina were on patrol together for the next two days. Joel had no longer been able to use the excuse that there just wasn’t time. It was typical for the two of you to sneak in quickies here and there, and at night, when Ellie was asleep and the house was quiet, Joel would softly press his hand to your mouth as he worked himself inside of you, requiring the two of you to be quiet as you did your usual nighttime dance.
But tonight was different. This had been a fantasy of yours for quite some time, a kink that you’d discovered before you even knew Joel, but one that you’d never been able to satisfy. Thinking about doing this with him had been on your mind, sometimes craving it so badly that you’d slip your fingers between your legs and climax at the thought of it alone.
“Please,” you’d begged him time and time again. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
You weren’t quite sure why Joel was so opposed to it, but gathered that it was likely somewhat embarrassing for him - the idea of surrendering control to you until he was a pleading mess of a man. Finally, after enough times of you bringing it up, he acquiesced and agreed that the next time Ellie was out of the house for the night, you could try it. But as always, either of you reserved the right to end it at any time. You’d worked out a safeword and everything.
Joel’s nerves were palpable as he laid on the bed, his arms at his sides and legs stiff. You didn’t want him to feel nervous, but it was sort of endearing. You stood at the end of the bed, enjoying the beginnings of your power over him. His jaw was terse as he stared down at you.
“Now, are you gonna behave or should I get the rope?,” you asked somewhat jokingly. He’d only tied you up on one occasion, but the rope was still tucked underneath the bed.
He gave an exaggerated eyeroll and said, “Can we just get this over with?”
“Mm-mm,” you chided playfully. “What do you say?”
He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut before looking at you again and repeating, “Can we just get this over with, mistress?”
You hummed approvingly as you climbed atop the bed, coming to straddle his thighs and smirking at him. “Isn’t the whole point of this to not get it over with?” You winked as your palms rubbed slowly up his thighs and over his hip bones, your thumbs rubbing small circles around the waistband of his black briefs.
Satisfaction brewed inside of you when you already noticed his cock stirring underneath the confines of the fabric. Oh, this is gonna be fun, you thought to yourself, not wanting to scare off Joel even more by saying the words out loud.
“Just relax and enjoy it, baby,” you encouraged him with your usual sweet voice - the voice that made Joel melt every time he heard it. He gave a slight nod of his head and you continued gently touching him.
You lowered your lips to his thigh, smattering kisses against the coarse hairs and then the soft fabric. You could feel his thigh muscles tensing underneath the pressing of your lips. Trailing up toward his already growing bulge, you kissed across his pubic bone, noticing the friction of the hairs burrowed underneath.
Your lips moved to the shaft of his cock, his briefs pulled taught across the hard muscle. Starting with little pecks, your kisses evolved to open mouthed, breathy, wet sucks up and down his clothed dick. Joel tensed his cheeks, trying hard to not buck up into your plush lips. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight below. He watched as your tongue rolled out of your mouth, licking across the fabric as you traced his cock. An involuntary, deep exhale puffed out of his mouth, earning a pleased glimpse from you as your eyes met his.
When his briefs were finally pulled all the way off, his thick cock stood erect against the soft flesh of his tummy. You couldn’t help but move his cock to the side, just to push your lips against his happy trail and feel the squish of his belly. Precum had already left a mark on his skin and you licked at it, enjoying feeling his tummy recoil slightly at your worship.
You nuzzled at his belly, enjoying the give underneath your nose and cheek, causing Joel to chuckle and your head to bounce playfully as his stomach shook underneath you.
“What’re ya doin’ down there?,” he laughed.
“Just love your belly, that’s all,” you cooed against his skin, kissing him again.
“So I gotta belly, huh?,” he asked, somewhat self-consciously. He wasn’t as toned now as he had been in his 20’s and 30’s, and the thought of you viewing him as weaker, older, had his chest tightening in shame.
As if sensing his inner worries, you lifted your head, your hand still wrapped loosely around his cock as you looked at him. “Joel…you’re perfect, baby. There isn’t an inch of you that doesn’t make me feel weak in the knees.”
He scoffed with a slight roll of his eyes, having trouble believing what you were saying to him. He used to be so proud of his physique, and now, he often avoided the mirror when he was getting undressed.
“You disagreeing with your mistress, hm?,” your tone had a playful harshness to it. You moved your hips so that you were straddling his leg, your face still hovering over his stomach. You were wearing a black lace teddy, one of Joel’s favorites. The fabric was thin, and as you pressed your center against his leg, he could feel your wetness seeping through the material. His eyes blew wide at just how wet you were.
“That’s from you, baby…” You smirked at him, nuzzling his tummy again and slowly grinding your hips against his leg. “That’s from this.” You gave a firm kiss to the plush of his belly.
A grumble fell from Joel’s lips, but it carried with it a whisper of affection. As much as Joel questioned himself sometimes, he never questioned your adoration for him - and for this, he was deeply appreciative.
Your kisses trailed down until you met the base of his cock. Your cheek pressed against his trimmed pubic hair as you opened your mouth, sucking tenderly on the soft skin highlighted by thick, pulsing veins. You gave a breathy laugh as his cock twitched in your hand, desperate for friction and a firmer touch than what you were giving him.
“Something the matter, baby?” There was a mischievous twinkle in your eye as you turned your head to peer up at him.
Joel clenched his jaw, willing himself to stay submissive to you as he said, “No, mistress.”
“Good boy,” you said patronizingly as you watched for his reaction. You had to fight the chuckle when you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch and his hand grip the comforter underneath him even harder.
You moved between his legs so that your face was hovering right above his cock. Gathering saliva in your mouth, you let it drip down slowly onto the head and watched as it slid down his thick shaft. Joel watched with rapt anticipation as you repeated the act, his cock now covered in your spit.
The strokes started firm but slow, your hand squeezing as it met the base and then again as it neared the tip. You’d been with Joel enough times now to know how he liked to stroke his own cock, and you tried to mimic it as best you could. The muscles in his thighs clenched as you quickened your pace. A soft groan fell from his lips and you spat on his cock again, more vulgar this time, accompanied by a lewd sound and your hand working him even faster up and down, up and down.
You began twisting your hand each time it moved up his shaft, maintaining the same pressure and speed. You watched as his thighs tensed even more, his stomach now firming up as his entire body prepared to tip over the edge. His breathing was stilted, his lungs filling with oxygen as they prepared to release as well.
And just as you felt his tension was nearing the peak, you removed your hand completely. His cock bobbed on its own, the veins throbbing as his red tip pointed up at you.
Joel huffed an agonized groan, tossing his head back on the pillow and fisting the sheets before bringing one of his hands to his face and rubbing downwards, exasperated.
“How ya doin’ baby?,” you asked softly, your hands rubbing up and down his thighs in a soothing act.
Joel took a deep breath then gave a simple, “Fine.”
You smiled, knowing full well by the end of this that he would be singing a different tune. You anticipated Joel was going to be awestruck by just how powerful his orgasm was finally going to be. You knew he’d never edged himself before, just always focused on chasing that end goal, and hoped that this was going to open him up to new horizons.
Once his body had relaxed again, and his cock didn’t look quite so angry, you gave it a gentle tug, watching carefully for his reaction. He was laying back on the bed, propped up just slightly by the pillows behind him as he watched you. His hands had gone back to holding tight to the comforter underneath him, and you knew that part of it was because he was holding back the urge to touch you, to take control like he was used to.
You lowered your mouth to his cock, kissing the tip before licking the precum off your lips. Joel exhaled, his eyes trained on you. Parting your lips, you took him into your mouth. The soft, plush head of his cock nestled against your tongue as you sucked at just the tip. A slow, low groan rumbled through his chest as he closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation. You took him deeper into your mouth at a steady pace, inch by inch, until your nose brushed the salt-and-pepper hairs at the base of his cock. He gasped, pressing his hips back into the bed so that he wouldn’t buck up into the wet heat of your mouth. It was taking all he had.
Once your throat had acclimated to the full sensation of him, you began to languidly bob your head up and down. Slick sounds filled the room each time you pulled off of him just to go back down again. You knew the slow pace was killing him and it was even more evident when you raised your eyes up to him and saw him biting at his lip. Both you and Joel enjoyed when he throat-fucked you, and this was equally hard for you, enjoying when his hands would grasp you by the hair as he thrusted into you and used your throat to get himself off. But you also couldn’t deny the wetness pooling between your legs as you saw just how much this was wrecking him.
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as you began to pick up the pace just slightly. Your tongue moved along the grooves of his cock, noticing the bump of every vein and each throb as it pressed against your tongue.
“Fuck-fuck,” Joel chanted suddenly, his back arching slightly off the bed as he teetered on the edge once again. You quickly pulled off of him, releasing his cock with a lewd popping sound, saliva still connecting your swollen lips to the head of his even more swollen cock.
“Unngghh,” he groaned in disapproval, his chest rising and falling with aggravated breaths.
Seeing him like this - body coated with a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving, the veins in his neck and forehead popping out, jaw set tight, fists clenched, entire body rigid as his cock moved on its own, seeking attention - had you fighting to not move your fingers between your legs and find relief of your own. It was truly a sight to be had. This man was desperate, putty under your fingertips as you traced soothing lines up and down his hips and legs, trying to ground him.
And then it happened…what you had been waiting for.
“Pl-please…,” he croaked, his voice foreign to even himself as he looked down at you with pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please, mistress…I need…” He trailed off as he noticed just how fuzzy he was feeling, separated from reality by the sheer desperation he felt coursing through his body.
“What do you need?,” you asked in your most sultry voice.
His eyes widened, pupils growing as he thought about what he so needily craved. “Please…,” he continued begging, “please just make me come, mistress…”
“Where?” Your voice was now dialed back, nonchalant as though you were asking him where the two of you were going for your daily walk.
He practically pouted as his eyes moved down your body, to in between your thighs. “In…inside you…mistress.”
You gave a wily smile as you moved onto your knees, spreading your thighs and moving your fingertips so that they rubbed up and down your soaked pussy through the black lace. Joel was practically drooling. You moved the fabric to the side so that he could see you glisten as your fingers ran through your folds.
His lips parted, desperation trickling out as he watched you submerge two of your fingers into your tight cunt. Oh, what he would give to throw you down against the bed, thighs shoved up and back as he lowered his mouth to your pussy and devoured you, his fingers pumping in and out at an astonishing rate as he made you orgasm over and over. No, Joel had no interest in edging you. Instead, he wanted to make you come undone underneath him so many times that you forgot your own name.
You fucked yourself in front of Joel, soft whimpers falling from your own lips as you felt just how wet and needy you were. When your fingers were satisfyingly coated in your slick, you withdrew them and moved them around Joel’s hard cock, painting him with your need.
Straddling his hips, you eagerly sank yourself down onto him. The fullness splitting you open was a godsend and you threw your head back, your hands coming up to your breasts and kneading them harshly as you began to impale yourself over and over on his cock.
Joel’s fingers twitched with the need to grasp you, feel you, claim your body, but instead, he threaded his fingers through his hair, sighing as he watched you in complete devotion as you rode him ruthlessly.
“You like this baby?,” you asked him as you panted, both from the workout and the building pleasurable sensations.
He sighed, biting back a moan that was threatening to escape, and nodded his head. “Yes, mistress…”
You picked up your pace, bouncing up and down as you felt the head of his cock rub against that spongy spot over and over. The tip of your middle finger rubbed small, quick circles on your clit and you felt your body tightening, preparing for an imminent release. You felt yourself getting close, but knew that you needed at least another minute.
“Mistress, I…” Joel exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was in pain, before looking at you again. “I’m so close.”
“No,” you said harshly, “not until I tell you.”
“Fuck!,” he exclaimed, his hand coming down to hit the mattress before he bunched up the comforter in his tight grasp. You saw frustration in his eyes now - a dangerous cocktail of hunger, arousal, desperation, and anger. “I-I can’t…,” he stammered, hoping you’d take some mercy on him.
“Nuh uh. You’re a big boy, you can handle it.” You sank down all the way, your hips moving in circles as you grinded against him.
You leaned your body forward, your hands pressed against his chest, holding yourself up as your clit was stimulated by coarse hairs. “Ohhhh…that’s it,” you moaned, mostly to yourself, using Joel’s body in all the best ways.
“Shit,” he groaned, his jaw clenched so tight he was surprised his teeth weren’t breaking. His balls were heavy and round, tightened as they prepared to release the load inside of them.
You rocked back and forth, the stimulation both inside and outside at the perfect tempo and pressure to catapult you into your orgasm. “Ahhh!,” you screamed through it, pushing yourself down onto him, head tilted up in ecstasy as you gushed around his cock, your pussy milking him for all he had. Before you came down from your orgasm you looked at him and said, “Now, baby.”
Joel’s groan was so deep, so feral, that it created goosebumps all over your body as he pressed into you. His cock was impossibly deep, his body practically shivering as his load began to shoot out. The sounds he made were unlike anything you’d ever heard. They alternated between grunts, and deep groans, to soft whimpers and little moans. It was an erotic cacophony that you were already desperate to hear again.
He exhaled, his body starting to go limp underneath you after it had just been so rigid. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow and he closed his eyes, thankful for the release and processing just how magnificent his orgasm was.
Leaning down, you planted a kiss on his chest before slowly moving off of him, listening to him hiss as his cock slipped out from your spent cunt. You rolled onto the bed and curled into his side, now kissing his neck as he came down.
He turned his head toward you, a sleepy, mischievous smirk spreading across his face as he took you in.
“Well?,” you inquired, your fingers tracing gentle patterns across the sparse hairs on his chest.
He gave a small chuckle, giving you a soft kiss on the lips before pulling back and saying, “You were right.”
“Mmm,” you moaned, “say that one more time and I might have another orgasm.”
He laughed heartily now, his arm looping around you as he pulled you even closer. “Never gonna doubt you again, darlin’. We can do whatever ya want, whenever ya want.”
Your eyes lit up as you looked at him. “Watch what you say, baby…I might just take you up on that.”
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