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Joel Miller
Masterlist
Javier Peña
How can you love somebody like me? - Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: “So you’re trying to say that it’s my fault? Is that what you want to say? It’s my fault that as soon as I turn my back you go and stick your cock in someone else's pussy?” You don’t even have the strength to scream right now. Your voice comes out rancorous but low, hoarse, like a blown growl.
Oh, you’re not going to accept being lectured by him, fuck no.
“No, I’m just saying -” he tries to explain and you glare at him, making the words die in his mouth.
"What?"
“Fuck, I'll never change,”
Aka
Javier is cheating on you and you can’t take it anymore.
Clint Flood
Deal - Clint x f!reader
Summary: Your neighbor has a complicated past. You show him that he's worth much more than he thinks he is.
Be My Valentine - Husband!Clint Flood x f!reader
Summary: Clint would like to go out with you on Valentine's Day, but you tell him you'd rather stay home. What he doesn't know is that you've planned a surprise for him.
Frankie Morales
Give me more - Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: When you ask for more, Frankie provides. Aka Frankie being the 😺🍽️👑 we all love.
Dave York
Been Caught Stealing - museum guard!Dave York x thief! F!reader
Summary: You have a plan. Break into a museum, steal a painting, sell it on the black market, and leave the country in search of a better life. Dave York, the museum guard, isn't going to make things easy for you.
Dangerous Liaisons - Dave York x f!reader
Summary: You're the Yorks' nanny. You live with them, Carol respects you, and you adore Molly and Alice. Everything's going well until Dave starts showing a little too much interest in you.
Ted Garcia
It's confidential - Ted Garcia x f!reader
Summary: Ted is your perfect boyfriend. But he might have a secret that will make things even hotter. Or wetter. (cw: watersports)
Reed Richards
Young!Reed Richards X female!uni teacher - Drabble
Harry Castillo
Bunny - Younger!Harry Castillo x curvy mistress!f!reader
Summary: Harry has always been subjugated. In life, at work, with his family. When he meets you, he discovers the only realm where being submissive brings him the most exquisite form of pleasure and pain.
Safe - Younger!Harry Castillo x curvy mistress!f!reader (part 2 of Bunny)
Summary: Harry brings you to the company party and finally gets a revenge on his asshole dad. You give him the best reward for finally being brave.
Miscellaneous
Clitwarming - Sub!Pedro boy of your choice x f!reader - Drabble
Vi (Arcane)
The night you met her - Vi x f!reader
Tess Servopoulos (TLOU)
Fantasy made real - Tess Servopoulos x f!reader Drabble
ALABAMA, 1996: Joel Miller goes on a blood-soaked revenge trek against the people who hurt his daughter; in the mean time, he meets his match in the shape of a religious, impressionable young woman.
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warnings: mdni, serial killer!joel, big age gap (reader is early 20s, joel is late 40s), reader is afab and goes by she/her, no outbreak, 90s au, southern gothic, reader is very repressed & infantilized by her parents, mentions of parental abuse (physical, verbal and emotional), dead dove: do not eat, a lot of religious themes (baptist church style), blood gore & violence, reader gets roofied at one point (nothing bad happens but she's terrified), religion-based misogyny (not from joel but from literally everyone else), minor characters deaths, joel calls reader 'kid', a sprinkle of cannibalism, joel is a liar who manipulates the shit out of reader, medical malpractice/gynecological violence, lots of movie references, no use of y/n and no physical description of reader, unreliable narrator, eventual smut (dubcon, unprotected piv, oral, rough sex, blood kink, daddy kink, corruption kink, virginity loss.)
fox says: hello friends! this is my entry for the ppcu horror challenge hosted by @ess-evo, my prompt was murder/serial killer! this was supposed to be a one shot but, as these things usually go with me, it ended up being a short series. it is a bit (a lot?) darker than what i usually write so please read the warnings. as always, please let me know how we feel about it.
hey bb ❤️❤️ I'll wish you a happy birthday properly when the time will come 😌😘
I love the way you write sub Joel, and i was wondering... may i suggest a sub Javi 👀 just the thought of him whimpering makes me weak 🫠
i was thinking maybe narcos era, at the brothel? 😍 (but if you prefer an established relationship, or a co worker situation, i'm all in too!)
thank you love 🥰🥰
Hi Honey! thanks for taking part in my silly little event, I'm so glad you did 🥹 And this request!!! downright delicious 🤤 I felt a little bit insecure about domming him for obvious reasons but in the end I had so much fun making a sub out of this man 🤭
I tried my best to give you a whimpering needy mess and I really hope you like it 😏
Love you dearly, you're such an amazing person and friend 🥹🫂
so here you go...
Good boy - sub!Javier Peña x dom!f!reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 5,4K
Summary: Javi is a regular at your brothel. He's always been dominant, but after a particularly tough day, he discovers, thanks to you, that letting go of power can be helpful for releasing tension and leaving worries behind, at least for a while.
Tags: sub!Javi, grumpy!Javi, soft dom!reader, reader is a sex worker, not described besides wearing a red dress and lacy lingerie and having pussy and breasts, initial failed sexual approach, massage, Javi is a tough nut to crack but we’re going to dom the guy 🙂↕️, everything is done with consent even if Javi grumbles a little at the beginning, spanking, light edging, handcuffing (Javi is tasting his own medicine 🤭), protected p in v (use of a condom), oral (both f and m receiving), rimming, facesitting (we're riding his mustache, yeehaw!), 69, nipple play, doggy style position, pet names, condescending tone (a lot of it hehehe), sorry I didn’t use Spanish, I’m really bad at it, maybe some feelings are lingering between them but we’re leaving them unlabeled.
A/N: When Milla sent this request I was a little bit nervous because Javier seemed harder to make a sub than Joel (I’m so comfortable with my grumpy old man being a good boy 🥰🤭) but actually, inspiration came pretty quickly and I was so excited! Milla, I hope I did a good job and that my Javi makes sense to you, even if I'm not so used to writing him, while you're really great at it ♥️
Thanks for sending me this lovely request, I had a lot of fun and I’m glad to have added Javi to my little collection of sub!PPCU characters ♥️
And huge thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being my lovely beta, your opinion always means a lot to me but it meant even more in this case 🥰 English is not my first language, any mistakes is still on me!
I really hope you like it, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
dividers by @/diviniyae
MASTERLIST | DRABBLE FOR V’S BIRTHDAY MASTERLIST
Javi is so pissed off tonight. You didn’t ask what happened, he never talks about his job anyway. He’s some kind of agent but you don’t know shit about details. He carries a gun and handcuffs, and he has a badge that you only ever saw fleetingly peeking out of his shirt pocket. At least you know he gave you his real name.
Something went wrong for sure because he hasn’t said a damn word since he entered your room, he’s smoking like a chimney even more than usual, his shoulders tense, his lips curved downward. He didn’t kiss you right away and didn’t wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you close as soon as he saw you standing there in your pretty dress that shows off your cleavage and your legs.
He just sits there with rage painted all over his face.
“Javi…” you try to call him but he’s all in his head and doesn’t hear you.
He takes another cigarette from the pack and lights it up, throws the lighter on the bedside table, inhaling a long puff and absentmindedly blowing out the smoke.
You stay quiet, sitting on the bed next to him.
He huffs and pinches his nose, grunting something you don’t understand.
You wait longer, giving him space to get back to his senses.
“Maybe we should fuck now,” he mumbles at some point, putting out yet another cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
“You sure? We can sit here in silence all night if you need that, I don’t mind”
Javi is one of your best clients, he never treated you like a whore, never made you feel like you didn’t deserve respect even when he fucked you rough, calling you his little slut. Whenever it came out of his mouth it was arousing more than degrading, unlike from many other men. Javi is mindful of you, he takes time for aftercare, kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” he gruffs.
“Okay…so…how do you want me?”
“Take off your dress and lie on the bed”
You do, slipping out of your pretty red dress you bought thanks to his last payment.
He straddles you, still fully clothed except for his shoes that he took off when he entered and his holster that's lying on the bedside table now.
His face is still upset, he’s not focused on you, and you can see that.
His hands start roaming your body, fingertips running down your chest, pinching at your nipples through your bra, weighing your breasts in his palms. He squeezes them, like he’s trying to keep himself grounded but you can clearly see how absent he is as if he were a million miles away from your room.
He doesn’t even look at you with the usual “I want to swallow you whole” expression he always has on his face whenever he touches you, his eyes wandering somewhere between the headboard and your pillow, right above your head.
It’s not working at all.
“Javi…”
“Let me do my thing,” he snarls while he’s desperately trying to connect with his feelings. His hands feel like someone’s else’s, hasty, trembling, inattentive.
“It will never work. And this is not your thing, this is bullshit,” you observe.
It doesn’t turn you on. It doesn’t even make you feel a little shiver down your spine and that’s very unlikely for Javi.
He’s great at fucking.
His cock is still soft beneath his pants.
You fear he’s about to yell at you but Javi drops his arms to his sides, sighing.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he admits, his lips twisted into a grimace.
There’s too much crowding in his head, you know that. He never failed to get hard as a rock as soon as he started touching you.
“It’s okay, babe, you need to relax and clear your mind,” you suggest.
“Yeah…you have some ideas how to do that?” His voice is more skeptical than you expected, almost ironic.
“Actually, yes, I have an idea,” you reply firmly.
He raises one of his brows at you and you feel a little offended. He doesn’t trust you? What’s with that?
“Let me try…” you propose and he grunts again, moving from above your body and sitting up on the bed.
As much as you don't like his attitude, you sit behind him and begin massaging his shoulders, speaking to him in a gentle tone. Prodding him and responding in kind wouldn't do any good now, you would only make him more tense and angry. And you know better than that.
“You had an awful day, am I right?” you softly whisper in his right ear while your hands move to his back, feeling strong muscles contracted beneath your fingers. It's as taut as a violin string. You work on a knot, trying to untie it, while he replies, annoyed, "Calling it awful is an understatement."
Jesus, he’s such a grump when he wants to be.
“I’m sorry about that, is there something you wanna talk about?” You offer and he says no.
Of course. He’s not sharing any detail with you tonight either.
“Okay fine, Mr Agent…think you wanna get rid of this shirt?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He unbuttons his pink shirt and throws it on a chair next to your bed.
You place your hand back on his shoulders, his body hot and lightly sweaty from the outside heat.
You massage some more, enjoying the feeling of it under your palms, caressing over his scars and freckles scattered across his amber skin.
His tension starts fading but you can still see his jaw clenched and his neck vein bulging.
“So I was thinking…what if you let me take the lead tonight and make all the decisions for you?”
“You think this will work?” He chuckles mockingly.
Javi is definitely a dom. He usually comes to you two times a week and he is the one in charge every time you have sex.
You fucked in every position, he called you every sort of names and pet names, he took your pussy and puckered hole more times you can count, he licked and rubbed and sucked and bit every inch of your body.
He never dropped his power, though.
“I think it will,” you coo, trying to make it sound inviting for him. “Think about it, you lie here and you let me do all the work, the only thing you’ll do is cum for me. Isn’t that great?”
“Um…” he mutters, “I’m not sure, I like being in control.”
“Well, you’ve never tried it… you make decisions all day, right? You face danger all day, even, isn’t that true? Maybe you’ll find that giving up power is nice. Therapeutic, even.”
He chuckles, not looking at you, but a more relaxed, amused expression appears on his face, his eyes softening.
“Well, your pussy has been therapeutic many times. But I don't know how much it would help me now… control makes me feel safe,” he confesses.
“You can trust me…You know me, I won't do anything you don’t want.”
Silence fills the room for a while. Javi is thinking, you could swear you hear his brain working and considering his options.
He didn’t get hard in the slightest, despite your half naked body ready for him to play with and the both of you are aware this is a problem.
He sighs, dropping his shoulders in resignation. “Okay, let’s try”
“I bet you’ll enjoy this,” you coo, tracing his neck with the pad of your fingers, caressing the soft skin over his pulse point.
“You need a safe word, just in case,” you say and Javi smirks “you’re taking it so seriously.”
“Well, it’s serious, told you I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
His lopsided smile dances on his lips and he replies, “Bogotá.”
“Ok. Finish undressing for me. You can keep your boxers on for now,” you order, taking over the mantle. “Lie down on the bed when you’re done.”
He gets up to undo his pants, under your watchful gaze. He lowers them to his ankles and takes them off, placing them on the chair next to his shirt. Underneath, he’s wearing tight black boxers that accentuate the shape of his cock. It’s still soft but no less imposing. Javi is thick, long, slightly curved to the right, tip darker than the rest of it, a little cute happy trail and a thick bush of dark hair at the base that he keeps neat and trimmed. In two words, downright delicious. One of the most beautiful cocks you’d ever seen. You know it well by now, know every way to drive him crazy.
You know he loves being the center of attention, loves feeling you gurgle around his shaft, you know he always squirms when he feels the back of your throat, and you know every grunt he makes as you suck his tip. You know he loves making you come with his mouth, licking you and fucking you with his tongue while he keeps you trapped on the bed, his hands digging into your thighs. You know he loves hearing you beg for him and call his name, you know he bucks his hips on the bed to relieve himself, too impatient to wait to be inside you, but he always hold back before he explodes because he loves doing that deep inside your pussy, even though he’s wearing a condom, and you'd always been adamant about that. You'd allowed him the extra-thin ones because you, too, love feeling his throbbing veins against your walls.
You know when he’s about to come and his jaw goes slack, his mouth agape, his eyes shut tight and his whole body tense with a last thrust that makes you wail.
You know he loves taking you from behind and play with your tits sometimes, and he loves to suck on your nipples when you’re under him.
He loves making you come over and over again while he presses your toy to your clit and works his way inside you with two or three of his thick fingers, scissoring and rubbing your special spot.
Always in control, always deciding what you two have to do, always taking the lead, aware of your body and what you like.
He’s becoming more than a client to you. You won’t make the mistake of dreaming about something romantic, you don’t really know who he really is outside this brothel. Knowing a person sexually doesn’t mean you are aware of his every nuance. On top of that, you never trusted a cop. He feels quite different from the others though, and you know how much he’s struggling now, the storm raging deep in his chest and you’re more than willing to try to calm him down.
“On all fours, darling,” you order.
Javi looks at you as if you’ve said something crazy, that skeptical eyebrow still cocked.
“What’s the matter? You want to disobey your mistress already?” you challenge him, hands on your hips, your chin proudly raised, your eyes shooting at him.
His jaw tightens, he doesn’t say anything, but you can see on his face how much he doesn’t like being bossed around. He’s a tough nut to crack. But that doesn’t scare you; in fact, you love a challenge.
He reluctantly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself as you commanded.
“Good boy” you beam and his neck snaps, looking back at you, fire in his eyes.
You know he wants to say something but you hold his gaze boldly and he bites back his words.
You can’t deny that you're enjoying teasing him, in fact, you indulge in it, adding, "Pull up that cute little ass, I want to see it properly."
He grunts, bending his elbows on the mattress, lifting his hips.
You hear him mutter, "This is ridiculous," thinking you can't hear him.
But oh, you heard him so well.
“Mmm that attitude needs to be fixed, I think you deserve being spanked,” you tell him “how does that sound?”
He nods, still not quite sure what he's doing.
You move closer to the bed, placing a hand on his ass cheek, caressing it over his boxers, before lifting your palm and letting it fall into a spanking as hard as you can.
“Fuck!” He lets out “this hurt!”
“Wanna use your safe word already?”
“No,” He answers stubbornly. You know he doesn't want to look like a crybaby. He's a tough guy, a cop, he chases criminals.
He can survive a couple of spanks from you.
He tries to change position, lowering his hips a little bit and you scold him “Nuh huh, none of that, stay still for me”
He grumbles in the back of his throat but does what you say.
You wait for the pain to turn into tingling and heat, and then pleasure, before doing it again. The second spank lands harder than the first.
Javi lets out another grunt, gritting his teeth, until his jaw slowly begins to unclench. He's still tense, but less so than before, and he's finally focused on you.
The third spank makes him moan, no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.
“Mmm start liking it, huh?” You gush and he finally falters “maybe… yes”
You giggle at his admission. “I knew that, sweet boy. Let’s see how sore you got”
You slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles, revealing his reddened skin underneath. “It’s not bad, but we can do better.”
You spank him again right after and despite his snarl, he’s getting hard.
You can see his cock swelling and starting to rise and your mouth water.
“Here you go…” you comment grazing it with your fingertips “see? You’re doing so well, baby”
Javi is stiff, not giving away how much he likes it and you’re not surprised. It’s his first time being a sub.
He sees other sex workers, you know that, but you’re pretty sure he’d never done this before.
“I…fuck, yeah, it’s working, give me more”
“Mmm haven’t heard the right word, baby…”
Javi rolls his eyes.
“Go on with this attitude and you’ll get nothing” you cross your arms over your chest, waiting.
“Please…” he mutters.
But you’re not pleased yet.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Please!”
“That’s better” you nod and spank him again.
He moans again, more eager than before. He sounds needy, and you like it.
Beads of sweat are glistening on his back, you bite your lower lips at the thought of how he might taste now.
It’s not time yet, you want him desperate and begging you like he means it.
“You can lie down now,” you order.
His ass cheek is flame red and a little swollen, he groans when he changes position.
Your room is dimly illuminated, it always is, cozy lamps on the side of the bed to create some atmosphere for your clients. You wish it was brighter tonight, too see him better, to catch his every squirm, his every change of expression.
He waits, lying on your sheets, still panting slightly.
“Roll on, now, let me see that pretty cock.”
When he turns you can see how hard he is, his impatient tip is leaking, his veins engorged, you can see him itching for you to touch it, to have some relief.
You smirk, cooing, “aw, look at that, you need some help, baby boy? Want me to take care of your pretty cock?”
He nods and says “Yes. Please.” Good thing he doesn’t dare reach for his cock with his own hand.
“You’re a fast learner. Good.”
You sit on the bed and take his cock. He hisses and you know he’s trying so hard not to buckle his hips, you can feel the tension in his body. You’re stroking him, slowly and gently.
You smile “don’t move, pretty boy. You’re going to take what I give to you. And no more bossy attitude. I’m the boss here, is that clear?”
“Yeah,” he surrenders “it is.”
Javi is finally yours to play with. You lick your lips.
“Where are your handcuffs?”
“Right pocket in my pants.”
You get up and he cries at the loss of your hand on his dick, which makes you smile proudly while taking the restraints out of his pocket.
You return to the bed, holding them with two fingers and swinging them.
“Do you have the key for these?”
“Yeah..” he mutters, already squirming on the bed for what you’re about to do.
“Okay. So, wanna try?”
“I… yes”
“Yes? Think you’re ready?”
“I am… yes”
You smile, reaching for his arms, bringing them above his head, slightly bent so that his wrists are joined. When you handcuff him, Javier shivers at the cold metal closing over his skin.
“Tasting your own medicine, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything but you can see need painted all over his face and his cock is impossibly hard.
You taking full control is arousing for him even if he isn’t saying it out loud.
You’re going to make him. The thrill of the challenge goes straight to your clit, a wave of pleasure runs through you and dampens your panties.
Panties you wore especially for him, lacy and black with a little red bow and a matching bra.
You know he likes them.
His eyes are wandering over your body, they’re darker and filled with lust.
“You look so perfect like this…all nice and ready for me.”
You take back his cock in your hand after spitting on your palm and start stroking him slowly again, making sure to graze every throbbing vein, deliberately avoiding the tip.
Javi twitches, handcuffs clanking, his hips involuntary buckling, biting down hard on his lips to try to hold back his moans.
“Aw let out those pretty sounds, honey,” you purr, speeding up the pace of your hand. “I wanna hear how much you’re liking it.”
His velvety skin slides up and down, lewd and squelching in your hand, his thickness filling it completely.
He looks at you desperately, watery eyes, mouth agape but still silent, until you graze his tip, gathering his precum, smearing it al over his shaft. And then Javi moans. He moans once, twice, three times in a crescendo, sounds bouncing off the walls of your room.
He never moaned before, he grunts, he grumbles, he calls you baby and slut and filthy bunny, sometimes he uses Spanish, but he never moans.
And you’re loving the sound of it.
“Oh baby, look at this pretty cock, all drippy for me, you need your mistress to make you feel better, don’t you?” You beam, pitiful and condescending the exact same way he does with you.
And he begs. “P-please, please make me cum,” his voice cracked and hoarse.
“Mmm not yet, darling…I know, it feels good to be at my mercy, doesn't it? Yeah, look at this mess you’ve made, you’re so wet…but you’re gonna cum when I say it, like a good boy. You wanna be good boy for me, yeah?”
His tip is swollen, red and angry under your touch, as you’re swirling your finger on his slit, spreading precum all over, grazing the underside of his cock from time to time, pumping him so fast you’re pretty sure he’s on the edge.
You lower your face and kitten lick his slit and Javi whines so hard you get even more wet, panties ruined, the material stuck to your folds that reveals the shape of your pussy.
You stop right before he cums and he whines, he whines like a baby who lost his favorite toy.
“Told you it wasn’t time yet, honey” you shrug and he grumbles. You giggle, caressing his sweaty cheek “awww baby, don’t be upset, you just have to wait a little bit, you know. You don’t want me to stop playing with you, right? Tell me if you do.”
He pushes a “no” out of his lips, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you want more, I knew it… give me a kiss”
You lower towards him and gently leave a peck on his lips, before diving in and pulling him into a deeper kiss, his neck craned, his body shivering asking for more attention. His mustache deliciously rubs your upper lip, his tongue frantically search for yours, your lips perfectly fitted together.
He tastes like smoke and whiskey and something uniquely his that always makes your knees feel like jelly.
He’s so good at kissing.
Many men are too hasty, some suck too much, bite too much, drool too much. He does none of that. His lips are slightly chapped sometimes but still inviting, luscious and incredibly skilled.
With him, kissing has become one of your favorite foreplays, and it never was before.
You break the kiss to look at him, his eyes are shiny, the crease between his eyebrows is deeper, his lower lip trembles to have you back as he mutters “why?”
“Because… my pretty boy…” you smirk, your hand yanking at the hair on the base of his neck, “I got a nice a idea.”
He looks pretty pathetic at the moment and you’ve never seen him this way before but it’s so pleasing, as much as you love him being a dom.
You take off your panties and throw them next to him, then stand on the bed, straddling him. Javi is confused, not knowing what to expect. At the same time, he can't take his eyes off your wet pussy. You wink at him and whisper, "You're going to enjoy this," before advancing towards his face.
A glimmer of realization lights up his eyes, and he smiles saying “yeah… pretty sure about it.”
You lower your hips until they're an inch from his face, your naked pussy just above his lips and nose. "Say you want nothing more than my pussy. Say you’re my slut tonight.”
"I-," he hesitates, his domming part still resurfacing “I want…”
“What? Say it out loud,” you instruct him.
“I want nothing more than your pussy, please. I’m your slut tonight,” he says it all in one breath, a frown on his face, perhaps afraid you might have second thoughts. You don't think he's ashamed of being submissive anymore, not when he's so close to your cunt, not when it's practically dripping all over him and a small flick of his tongue would be enough to taste you. It's funny, now he sees it as a reward when all the other times he'd order you and you'd silently comply.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie, you’re such a good puppy,” you praise him, smiling mischievously.
A second later, you lower yourself, covering his face.
His tongue doesn't wait, darting out and beginning to greedily lick your folds.
“Fuck! Your tongue was made for this” you purr, in absolute ecstasy.
His mustache tickles your skin so deliciously, offering extra stimulation, and now it’s your turn to moan loudly. He feels so divine, you can’t help it.
He licks down your slit and moves up again to your clit, taking it into his mouth.
You would love for him to take a handful of your ass but he can’t and judging by the way he’s wiggling his tied up wrists he wishes he could touch you more than anything. Seeing him struggle is hot. You peek behind your back for a moment and his cock is still hard as a rock, leaking profusely. Your mouth waters at the sight, eager to put it back between your lips.
“Jesus…” you breath at him sucking on your clit, his lips sealed on your bundle of nerves, he grunts against it, sending a wave of pleasure through your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
Your hands are anchored to the headboard, your hips rocking into his face, pressing down, his nose soaked in your juices, his whiskers glistening, your essence sliding down his chin.
“Just like that, puppy, keep going - GOD - make your mistress proud.”
His eyes are closed but you can tell he’s so focused on you now, like nothing else.
You knew you had some tricks up your sleeve and they’re working perfectly.
His tongue is now fucking your dripping hole.
“That’s what you needed, huh? You needed my pussy to make you feel better?”
He groans against you and you tease him even more “yeah, I know, darling and it’s - FUCK - it’s your lucky day, cause I’m thinking about taking your cock back in my mouth since you started.”
You detach from him to turn around, getting rid of your bra, wantonly whispering “yeah, we’re gonna make a 69 out of this” and the way he cries at the loss of you makes you even more eager.
He’s so enthralled by you he can’t even reply, he just whines and moans pathetically.
He now has your puckered hole on full display along with your pussy and you know he couldn’t have asked for any better.
He gets to use his mouth again, lustfully swiping between your two holes, his flat tongue lapping at both, your hips swaying just right, pushing into his face.
You lean to take his cock back into your mouth, moaning on his shaft, taking as much as you can in, just the way you know he likes it, gurgling a bit until your jaw adjusts and his tip is hitting the back of your throat, your nose grazing at his bush.
He’s a whimpering mess, the metallic sound of the handcuffs has grown louder, he's so desperate to touch you that for a moment you consider freeing him. You miss his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving bruises that you chuckle at in the mirror the next day.
But not yet. Thinking of this, you raise yourself slightly, holding his cock at the base with one hand, sucking the pre-cum from its tip, one of your hands caressing his balls, gently squeezing them, your nipples grazing his tummy and giving you that extra thrill that’s making your head light.
He’s thrusting his tongue into you as you drip all over his face.
Your orgasm builds in your lower tummy, you’re right on the edge as he’s rimming your puckered hole and then he reaches your clit again and that’s what sends you in a rapture.
You cum so hard your voice cracks as you wail and push your hips down into his face.
He doesn’t stop, licking your folds, guiding you through your peak, your whole body shaking against him, your hands fisting at the sheets underneath you.
“God… this was so fucking hot,” you moan, trying to regain your normal breath, lying down on his lap, your cheek resting on his leg.
He stays quiet for a while, just waiting for you to calm down, your fingers lazily drawing circles on his hairy thigh.
“Please…” he begs “please make me cum, please.”
“Aw, darling” you purr, before reaching for his cock again, running your tongue over his throbbing veins. “You wanna cum so badly, aren’t you? Wanna cum in my mouth, pumpkin?”
He just mumbles with a throaty voice “pussy… p-please” and you giggle “that’s what I thought”
You reach for his pants again, rummaging through his pockets for the key and return to the bed to remove the handcuffs. His wrists are red and his arms must be numb. When you remove them, he rubs his wrists, letting out a small groan of pain.
"Poor little thing, you were so good...” taking his wrists and kissing them.
“You deserve a reward," you concede, leaning closer and licking the tip of his nose. You take a condom from your drawer and open the wrapper. Javi looks at you impatiently, hungrily, full of desire. You expertly unroll it over his still hard cock.
“Here you go baby, now move behind me, I want you to fuck me in doggy…your favorite.”.
Javi immediately gets up, settling into the position you ordered and finally his hands fly to your hips, gripping them, as he lines up with your entrance, your pussy fluttering right before his eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful” he says, almost barking.
“Show me how good you are, pretty boy,” you tease.
He pushes the tip in, starting to stretch you out, inch by inch, even though you're so wet he could fit in one quick thrust.
He usually makes you beg, because he knows how much you love feeling him sink slowly inside you, feeling his shaft stretching you and your hole welcoming him, swallowing him whole.
You feel his hips shaking with need until he can’t hold it back anymore and he buckles into you, making you gasp when his tip hits your gummy spot, the one that always makes you see stars.
“Christ…” you moan “move. Move for your mistress, baby, fuck me hard”
And he does. He starts to roll his hips, reaching your special spot again and again, thrusting into you so deeply only moans are coming out of your mouth.
“I need to feel your tits, please, please I need it so bad” he asks, not smugly, not cocky, just softly as a puppy who begs for his prize.
You get up, your back against his sweaty chest, as he immediately grabs at your breasts, filling his palms and starting to knead.
“Holy fuck, yes, yes baby, touch me, play with my nipples” you urge.
His fingers pull and pinch and twist your hardened buds, while his cock keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuck me, Javi, come deep in my pussy.”
He lets out an animalistic growl and one of his hands flies to your clit and starts flicking it, while the other one keeps feasting on your tit.
“You’re gripping me so hard…” he moans and bites down on your skin, leaving a mark where your neck and shoulders meet.
“It’s so fucking good… so good for me, baby mmm cum for me.”
He’s been holding back so much he explodes as soon as you give him permission and you can feel his cock twitch hard inside you, his tips kissing that spot again and another orgasm mounts in you as he spams desperately into your soaking wet pussy.
“I’m about to come…” you rasp and his hand keeps working on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipple and his cock ruts into you until you clamp down on him like you’re trying to choke his cock, your juices running down his length and onto his balls.
You collapse down on the bed, out of breath, exhausted, his weight pressing you against the mattress, his dick still deep inside you.
He pulls out and sits up to carefully remove the condom, ties it up, and throws it in the wastebasket next to the nightstand.
“Come back to me, pumpkin” you whine “hold me tight.”
He does, pulling you close and embracing you, your head resting on his chest as he strokes your hair and leaves little kisses on your forehead.
You stay like this until you come down completely from your peak, and his chest stops rising and falling rapidly beneath your head.
“So, what do you think? Is it that bad to be my sub?”
“No, I have to admit…it was nice… and it helped, my head is clear now…only full of your pussy…” he jokes.
Whatever problem he had is so far away from him right now and you couldn’t be more happy.
You laugh, raising your eyes to meet his.
His face is relaxed and he’s smiling beautifully.
“You should smile more often, it looks good on you” you tell him softly, stretching your neck to kiss him.
He chuckles right on your lips. “Maybe I should, at least when I’m with you.”
You don't know what the two of you are, you don't know what you feel right now, and you don't want to analyze it, label it, and ask for more than you can get from him.
You are sure of one thing, though. Javi is a man of few words, always has been, but you know how to get him to say the right ones.
omg V!!! I knew you'd do wonders, and damn!!! My baby Javi moaninggggg 🥵🥵🥵
I'm sorry, I should have know that he isn't the easiest one to sub, but I also just knew you'd turn him into a subby mess 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
Something went wrong for sure because he hasn’t said a damn word since he entered your room, he’s smoking like a chimney even more than usual, his shoulders tense, his lips curved downward
I love the way you introduced him, it's so him 😍😍
Javi is mindful of you, he takes time for aftercare, kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
Excuse me???? 🥵🥵🥵
He unbuttons his pink shirt and throws it on a chair next to your bed.
pink shirt mentionned!!!! LOVE
His jaw tightens, he doesn’t say anything, but you can see on his face how much he doesn’t like being bossed around. He’s a tough nut to crack. But that doesn’t scare you; in fact, you love a challenge.
omg omg omg
love when you repeat how much he's a dom 😍😍
And then Javi moans. He moans once, twice, three times in a crescendo, sounds bouncing off the walls of your room.
He never moaned before, he grunts, he grumbles, he calls you baby and slut and filthy bunny, sometimes he uses Spanish, but he never moans.
And you’re loving the sound of it.
ME TOOOOO
He’s so good at kissing.
Many men are too hasty, some suck too much, bite too much, drool too much. He does none of that. His lips are slightly chapped sometimes but still inviting, luscious and incredibly skilled.
With him, kissing has become one of your favorite foreplays, and it never was before.
I'm yearning
You lower your hips until they're an inch from his face, your naked pussy just above his lips and nose. "Say you want nothing more than my pussy. Say you’re my slut tonight.”
"I-," he hesitates, his domming part still resurfacing “I want…”
“What? Say it out loud,” you instruct him.
“I want nothing more than your pussy, please. I’m your slut tonight,” he says it all in one breath, a frown on his face, perhaps afraid you might have second thoughts. You don't think he's ashamed of being submissive anymore, not when he's so close to your cunt, not when it's practically dripping all over him and a small flick of his tongue would be enough to taste you. It's funny, now he sees it as a reward when all the other times he'd order you and you'd silently comply.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie, you’re such a good puppy,” you praise him, smiling mischievously.
Javi saying "I'm your slut tonight" and calling him puppy??? V, you queen!!
He groans against you and you tease him even more “yeah, I know, darling and it’s - FUCK - it’s your lucky day, cause I’m thinking about taking your cock back in my mouth since you started.”
You detach from him to turn around, getting rid of your bra, wantonly whispering “yeah, we’re gonna make a 69 out of this” and the way he cries at the loss of you makes you even more eager.
He’s so enthralled by you he can’t even reply, he just whines and moans pathetically.
He now has your puckered hole on full display along with your pussy and you know he couldn’t have asked for any better.
He gets to use his mouth again, lustfully swiping between your two holes, his flat tongue lapping at both, your hips swaying just right, pushing into his face.
HOLY SHIT I'M DEAD. DEAD
The ideas you put in my mind omg 🥵🥵🥵
“Please…” he begs “please make me cum, please.”
“Aw, darling” you purr, before reaching for his cock again, running your tongue over his throbbing veins. “You wanna cum so badly, aren’t you? Wanna cum in my mouth, pumpkin?”
He just mumbles with a throaty voice “pussy… p-please” and you giggle “that’s what I thought”
Him begging for her pussy??? jesus fucking christ
You get up, your back against his sweaty chest, as he immediately grabs at your breasts, filling his palms and starting to knead.
His face is relaxed and he’s smiling beautifully.
“You should smile more often, it looks good on you” you tell him softly, stretching your neck to kiss him.
He chuckles right on your lips. “Maybe I should, at least when I’m with you.”
You don't know what the two of you are, you don't know what you feel right now, and you don't want to analyze it, label it, and ask for more than you can get from him.
You are sure of one thing, though. Javi is a man of few words, always has been, but you know how to get him to say the right ones.
Omg this ending was so sweet!!!
V you did so great, thank you thank you thank you ❤️❤️❤️
It was your birthday but I feel like I was the one being gifted 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️
This must been one of the most wonderful recs I’ve ever got, thank you so much, I don’t even know what to say 🥹😭
I rarely write this man but I love him dearly and I wanted to make sure to give you something good cause you deserve it so much ♥️ I’m so glad you loved her too and heheheh the slut sentence hit me like a truck while I was writing and I felt so proud to have thought of it 😌🤭 Having to make a sub of this man I knew I had to go hard on him, he’s so dom but the challenge was delicious 😏
I’m going to read this rec whenever I feel down or sad 🥺
Summary: Joel needs help with an install, so you decide to play a dangerous game. Just when things are getting interesting, an unexpected guest arrives.
Pairing: Contractor!Joel Miller x Married!Reader
Warnings: Porn with some Plot?, unprotected piv (please for the love of god wrap it up), fingering, dirty talk, Joel works for reader, adultery, but reader's husband cheated first so it doesn't count and i stand by that, divorce, Joel has a big dick, light choking, dom!Joel if you squint, reader is down bad for Joel, shitty marriage, 18+ only, reader is afab, reader is learning things about Joel, Joel is a feminist, angst, possessive Joel, rude asshole alert
WC: 5.9k
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I have no one to blame but myself and the 93923 wips in my drafts. You can expect the next part in 3 to 72 business days. Anyways please enjoy this chapter <3
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You’re in love.
Joel was able to transform your abstract, complex ideas into a concrete work of art. The curved oak cabinetry, ribbed and painted a muted sage. The brass and crystal light fixtures placed equidistant throughout the room. Complimentary brass hardware. The warm, walnut shelves, open to the room, a strip of warm lights installed underneath to cast a gentle glow.
But most of all, you love the counter top.
Pure white with flecks of gold and the subtlest hint of green in the vein of grey that runs through the entire slab, aligning perfectly with the backsplash to tie it all together. It’s breathtaking.
It’s even more stunning with your cheek pressed against it as Joel rails you from behind.
“Think it’s cute? Flirtin’ with him in front of me?” He grits out, rough fingers wound tight in your hair, his other hand holding your hip in a vice to keep you still as he hammers into you.
It started when he showed up to your house that morning with another guy. Not Tommy, but some young, muscled dude with a clean shaven face and the mannerisms of someone who’s never taken no for an answer a day in their life. You weren’t expecting Joel to bring someone else with him that morning, so you’d opened the door wearing one of his flannels and a thong you wanted him to rip off you later.
In the month that you’ve been spending in Joel’s company, fucking him, enjoying him, and dedicating every free moment to him, you’ve grown accustomed to your perpetual state of undress. Tommy was still on paternity leave, and would be for some time, so there was hardly a need for you to dress appropriately in your own home.
You didn’t want to. Not when you could tease and distract Joel every day wearing a simple lace bra and panties, one of his shirts, or nothing at all.
It was a game the two of you played – one you thoroughly enjoyed despite knowing who the winner would be. While he was building your house, Joel had the discipline of a man who knew his craft, executed it well, and refused to sacrifice quality for a good fuck in the middle of the day. It was maddening, but you admired that about him, no matter how much you wanted him to plow into you at lunch time.
But as soon as he was done for the day, he’d either toss you over his shoulder and carry you up to your bedroom, or throw you onto the nearest flat surface to eat you out and reprimand you for driving him crazy all day. It was always earth shattering and always left you near speechless.
You never got dressed after, either, remaining in your panties and his flannel, or one of his t-shirts even as the two of you shared a plate of takeout and talked in bed until you fell asleep and he inevitably left for the evening.
He hadn’t spent the night yet – much to your chagrin – but it’s a line he’s maintained religiously.
“When the job is done, I promise, honey,” he always told you, refusing to let the temptation of waking up with you prevent him from completing your house on time. Although you wanted him to sleep in your bed more than anything, it melted you at the thought that he wanted it just as badly.
So you continued to play your games instead, always answering the door wearing next to nothing. Always enjoying the way his eyes would turn to molten espresso when he saw you.
So, when you saw the other man with him on your portch, you let out a little squeak, feeling embarrassed for the first time since you started fucking Joel regularly.
“This here’s Mike. Need his help today,” Joel said without the warmth of his typical greeting which usually involves him giving you a sweet kiss, telling you he missed you while he was away, and proceeding to trail after you for a cup of coffee and a blowjob.
“Hi,” you greeted him, not oblivious to the way Mike’s hungry, unwelcoming eyes drank you in, a smile brightening his face. He was cute, sure. But he was no Joel.
“Good morning, Miss. Nice to meet you.” Polite. Boyish. Maybe something was wrong with you, but that did not interest you in the slightest.
Joel jerked his head toward the cabinetry he’d installed just a few days ago, sans countertop, then to the boxes containing all the light fixtures, “Start runnin’ the wiring for the lights. Attic access in the garage.”
The smile didn’t leave Mike’s face as he nodded his acquiescence and made his way to the garage. Once the door was shut, Joel gave you a hard look, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a different flannel today, a blue and white one that made your skin heat.
“Why’re you wearin’ that? I told you to be decent,” he snapped. The heat in his voice laced with underlying concern. Affection, even.
You frowned, looking down at your bare legs, buttons of the shirt askew, cleavage very visible. “You didn’t tell me someone else was coming!”
Heaving a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Darlin’, yes, I did. Maybe you don’t remember ‘cause you had your pussy full ‘a me. But I told you.”
Your cheeks heated, trying to recall whatever conversation he was referring to. Last night after he’d finished installing all the hardware on the cabinets, you ordered a pizza for the two of you to share. You curled up on the couch with him to watch a movie – you can’t even remember what it was – and ended up riding him hard and fast until you were both coming undone.
As he softened inside you, peppering your neck with kisses and stroking your hair gingerly, you vaguely recalled the low hum of his voice as he told you the countertops were being delivered tomorrow, and that he’d need help with that, as well as the electrical for your kitchen.
Oh.
He saw the realization dawn on you and nodded, “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he hissed, reaching for you. Your heart skipped in your chest, fighting off a smile.
His hands went to your face as he kissed you hard, backing you against the wall. You fisted your fingers in his shirt and arched into him. He didn’t seem angry. Only annoyed that another man was in your house and he couldn’t fuck you to his heart’s content. That annoyed you too, if you were honest. You liked spending time with him.
When he finally pulled away, you chased his lips, but he shook his head, breath harsh on your cheek, “Go put something decent on, baby. Don’t want Mike gettin’ any ideas.”
You gave him a little pout before nipping at his chin and sauntering up the stairs. You wiggled your ass for good measure. You only returned when you were sufficiently covered, a pair of yoga pants and a tank top – it’s still summer and it’s still a little warm. You don’t want to be uncomfortable in your own house just because Joel wants you covered head to toe.
When you sauntered back down the stairs, you found Joel attaching something to his drill that looked like a cylinder with jagged teeth. He pulled the trigger briefly and it whirred to life. Satisfied with the drill, he set it aside and grabbed his tape measure. When he spotted you, his eyes flashed.
“Darlin’,” he grumbled.
“What? I’m wearing pants, Joel. And an entire shirt,” you argued, a slow smile spreading when he narrowed his eyes at you and turned back to his work.
“Fine.”
After giving him a kiss, you loped back upstairs to get some work done. It warmed something in your belly to know that he was a little possessive of you already. Even if you had only really been seeing him for a handful of weeks. You were smitten, and it made you giddy to know that he didn’t want another man’s eyes on you.
And maybe that’s where you went wrong. Or right, depending on your point of view.
Because you wanted to mess with him. Test his restraint, see how far you could actually take it before he snapped. Either in front of Mike or after Mike was gone for the day. So, you played with fire, stoking the flames until he exploded.
It started when you went downstairs to offer Mike a cup of coffee. He’d just finished running the wires in the attic and Joel was on a ladder drilling holes in the ceiling. You bit your lip as you slid a full mug toward him, eyes just to the left of his head where Joel was glaring at you, muscles tight under his flannel. It worked like a charm. Poor Mike thought you were flirting when you were really imagining Joel’s big strong arms pinning you down and fucking you on the kitchen table.
“Thanks, Miss,” Mike said, his cheeks lacking the trademark dimple that endeared you so thoroughly to Joel. He was cute, but that’s where it ended.
He sipped the coffee and almost sloshed it over the side of the mug when Joel barked, “Mike, I’m not payin’ you to stand around. Unbox the lights and hand ‘em up.”
Mike shot you an apologetic smile and set the coffee aside, “Duty calls.”
The poor guy thought he had a chance.
As he turned around to get the light fixtures unpackaged, Joel’s agitated, disgruntled glare settled on you. Playing dumb, you tilted your head in a silent question, jutting your lower lip out in a pout. He only shook his head and turned back to his work, leaving you to skip away and plot your next strike.
At lunch, you made them both sandwiches, admiring the way your new lights glittered above you. Mike complimented your eye for design, the touches of color you’d chosen for the walls that would blend seamlessly with the counters and backsplash, and made small talk as he ate his sandwich across from Joel at the rickety table in the kitchen. You sat adjacent to Joel, running your foot along his calf, his hand gripping your knee under the table a little harder every time Mike gave you a flirtatious smile or tried to charm his way into your pants..
Once Mike had finished his sandwich, Joel didn’t even let him finish chewing before barking at him to get back to work. You snickered and took advantage of Mike rushing into the garage to grab some tools to give Joel a quick kiss and retreat to your office before he could so much as blink.
You emerged from your office when the countertops arrived and watched in anticipation as Mike and Joel meticulously installed them. The process was interesting, and you sat at the kitchen table, enraptured as they clamped and glued and fastened it into place, Mike shooting you smiles from across the room.
It was a gorgeous, gleaming marble slab that you’d spent weeks searching for. Joel had even accompanied you to a few of the stone yards to pick it out, whistling at how pricey it was, but how good it would look in your new kitchen.
As Joel carefully cleaned and sealed the counter, Mike leaned his hip against the table and gave you what you’re sure he assumed was his best smile. It did nothing for you. It was alarming how quickly Joel’s charm and appeal had consumed you.
“So – once the job’s done, can I take you out for drinks or something?”
You saw Joel freeze behind him, his muscles rigid and his jaw clenched so hard, you thought he’d fracture a tooth. You didn’t expect him to ask you out. That was not part of the plan.
Plus, drinks? That was something you did with someone you were going to hook up with. You weren’t interested in that in the slightest. Not when you had a hunky, short tempered contractor already poised to fuck you senseless and romance you until you were simpering mess for him and him alone.
You fluttered your eyelashes at him and gave him a pouty smile, “I don’t think so, Mike.”
That didn’t dissuade him, though, and he pressed further, “Aw, come on. Just one drink.”
“I can’t,” you answered with a tight look.
“I’ve seen you looking at me all day. Let me take you out. Or we can stay in,” he leaned a little closer, making you tip your head back to see him properly.
Even if you did like Mike, his overt display of coercion was an instant turn off. You realized you’d been right about your initial assessment of him. He always got what he wanted and wasn’t used to the word no.
Your flirtatious facade dropped in an instant and you shook your head, “No.”
Just as he was about to push again, Joel’s voice punctured the tension, his voice sharp and steady, “You need your fuckin’ hearing checked? She said no.”
You bit your lip, eyes darting to him where he stood, closer now, his big arms crossed over his chest and his eyes dark and heady like he was two seconds away from putting Mike in his place. Something warm hummed low in your belly.
Mike shot an annoyed glance in Joel’s direction, “Stay out of it, man.”
“The hell I will. I ain’t gonna stand here and watch you make her uncomfortable in her own home,” he snapped, nostrils flaring. “She said no. Leave it be.”
“Hey, she’s been flirting with me all day! Now it’s a crime for me to ask her out?”
“Ain’t a crime. But when a woman says no, that’s it. No one teach you no means no? The hell’s wrong with you?” Joel's voice grew in volume and fury, making you shrink a little. Not that you were afraid of him. But you did feel somewhat responsible for the situation.
Mike stood there for a moment, lips parted with a retort, but before he could muster a reply, Joel cut him off, “Get the fuck outta here. You’re done for the day.”
If Mike looked to you for help, you didn’t see it. You only had eyes for Joel, your pulse flickering rapidly against your skin as you pressed your thighs together. No one had ever done something like that for you.
The door slamming shut broke you out of your trance, and when you blinked back to reality, Joel’s back was to you and he had his palms pressed flat against your sparkling new countertops. His shoulders were tight and drawn up, the veins in his forearms standing out against his bronze skin. You tiptoed over to him tentatively, chewing on your lip.
“Joel?”
“You think this shit is funny?” He growled, making you retreat a few steps, his voice trembling with rage. It startled you, seeing him like this. Seeing how easily you’d affected him. It scared you in more ways than one.
Voice small, fingers knotting together, you said, “No.”
He whirled around on you, “Then what the hell was that?”
When his heavy stare landed on you, apprehensive and cautious, his agitation evaporated, his shoulders relaxing and his frown easing just the slightest. A visible softening at the timid, remorseful plea in your eyes.
“If it’s attention you’re after, darlin’, you have it,” he said quietly, but with no less heat. “Ain’t gotta play games with me. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
Your heart squeezed, chin quivering as his words sank in. You didn’t understand how desperately you needed to hear them until now. You’d never been the center of anyone's attention before, let alone Jeremy’s. There was always an unconscious need for you to test him, to prove in some way that he still cared about you. Those games were never fruitful, but it was a habit you’d have to break with Joel, you realized.
“I’m sorry,” you told him, eyes burning with shame and regret, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I –”
Joel melted completely at your apology, folding like a lawn chair and moving across the kitchen to collect you in his arms. His lips found yours in a firm, insistent kiss, one hand digging into your hair while the other flattened against your lower back to press you against him.
“Don’t want anyone else lookin’ at you,” he grunted, tongue swiping your lips, “Touchin’ you, thinkin’ they can talk to you like that.”
Before you knew it, your back was against the edge of the counter, his hips pinning you in place as he plundered your lips and told you just what he hated about that entire exchange with Mike. It turned you to jelly, your heart a pile of mush as he declared his affection for you over and over again.
“I told you you’re mine, baby. What part of that do you not understand?” His lips were on your neck then, beard turning your skin raw and tender. All you could do was hold on, your pulse deafening you to everything but him. “‘M gonna have to show you, aren’t I? Teach you a lesson?”
You whimpered, a desperate, needy sound that made him chuckle.
“I’m sorry, Joel. I’m so sorry,” you repeated, hands fisting his flannel. You wanted it gone. You wanted everything off, all clothes between you out of the way, his cock inside you. You needed it. You needed it so bad, you couldn’t stand it. Not with the way he kissed you, how he held you, how he told you you were his.
“Easy, baby. Turn around,” he growled, flipping you around so your ass was pressed against the hard outline of his cock. You didn’t know what you expected. You didn’t know what he had planned for you as penance. Orgasm denial? A few, well placed smacks to your round ass? A little begging?
You certainly weren’t prepared for him to wrap a large, calloused hand around your throat, while the other hunted for the slick between your legs. You weren’t prepared for him to slip two, thick fingers into you with little to no prep. And you weren’t prepared for him to nibble and suck on your ear as he fingered you with the abandon and desperation of a man at the end of his tether.
His thumb found your clit, and he bit down on your neck, growling into your ear, “What are you sorry for?”
You could scarcely speak, let alone form a coherent thought beyond more and faster and deeper. He squeezed your neck to get your attention, hooking his fingers just right and making you gasp.
“Oh, sh – shit.”
“Tell me what you’re sorry for,” he commanded.
“For —“ he squeezed your neck again, his pace increasing, “For flirting with — shit — with Mike.”
“That’s right, baby. And why was that wrong?” He hummed, pushing his fingers deeper, pressing his cock against you so you could feel every inch of him against your ass.
Your mind was fuzzy, your climax approaching with dizzying speed as he strummed your clit and curled his fingers just right.
“Be— because I’m — shit, Joel,” you gasped, head resting on his shoulder, “I’m yours.”
“That’s right. You’re mine,” he repeated back to you, your hips grinding against his hand to find purchase, to seek relief, to reach your destination. But he had other plans, it seemed.
His hand left you so quickly, you cried out, the edges of your approaching orgasm fading, ripped away from you. Joel hooked his thumbs at the sides of your yoga pants and shoved them down along with the pathetic scrap of lace you called underwear.
Your chest heaved as you collapsed forward, pushing your ass out and resting against the cool, clean surface of your brand new counters. The clink of his belt was music to your ears, followed by the swipe of his thick cock through your folds.
“You’re not gonna do that again, are you?” He asked, but it was more of a directive. You had no choice in the matter. Even if you did want to flirt with anyone other than him, you wouldn’t. You can’t do that to him again. Your game was born from insecurity and neglect and a loveless marriage.
Joel is different. And it took until now for you to realize it.
“No,” you whimpered, his cock slipping in just an inch.
“What was that?” He withdrew, one hand gripping your hip while the other ran up your body to close around the back of your neck. “Speak up, honey.”
“I won’t flirt anymore,” you gasped, the thick head of him splitting you open as he pushed deeper, “I won’t tease you.”
“That’s right,” he grunted, his thumb gently rubbing the side of your neck under your hair, a direct contrast to the strength with which he held you down. “No one but me’s gonna have this sweet pussy.”
“No one but you,” you sobbed in agreement, “Joel.”
“I got you, baby,” he purred, shoving himself into you completely, drawing a near feral scream from you at how completely full you felt, your walls pulsing around him. From the corner of your eye, you saw his head tip back in ecstasy, “So fuckin’ tight.”
Even with him filling you to capacity, you arched your hips to take him deeper, making him grunt and shift back. He was so wide, he filled you to the brim, the stretch so good, the ache so pleasant, you thought you could lie there for hours, just taking his cock the way you were meant to.
He pushed back in and started a slow, shallow pace that had you seeing stars and writhing against the countertop. Your skin was on fire, his hands doing little to ground you, to keep you stable and conscious as he railed you without mercy.
You’d tested his resolve all day, teasing him, tempting him to stake his claim until now.
“Think it’s cute? Flirtin’ with him in front of me?” He grits out, rough fingers winding into your hair, his other hand holding your hip in a vice to keep you still as he begins hammering into you. You try to shake your head, but he has full control, heavy weight pressed against your hips, pinning you in place.
“No, I promise,” you wail, back arching, his cock so thick it makes your eyes flutter.
“Take it, darlin’. Take everything I give you,” he croaks, his breath coming in short bursts as he picks up the pace. His hand slides from your hair down to grip your neck, “Knew I should’ve fucked you the moment I walked through that door. Needed it, didn’t you?”
You nod, biting back a cry as his hips slap against your ass, the sound so obscene you think you could cum from the memory of it alone.
“Yeah? Need me to fuck you first thing in the mornin’ just to keep you from testin’ me?”
“Yes –” you suck in a sharp breath as he angles his hips just so.
His deep, menacing chuckle makes your walls clench around him, “‘S what I thought. Gotta keep you nice and full, huh?”
It takes everything in you not to cum on the spot, your fingers gripping the edge of the stone slab as he fucks you mercilessly, each thrust punching the air right out of you, driving home the weight of his needs, his lesson. Because it’s not just about him owning you and claiming you. It’s about your confidence in him as a man, as a person. It’s about trust and fidelity, something you’ve never shared with your own husband.
“Joel,” you cry, squirming under his attention. His grip tightens on the back of your neck while he slips his other hand under your hips to swipe your clit. The timing of his thrusts matches perfectly, and you squeeze your eyes shut to stave off your orgasm. “I’m sorry, Joel…”
His voice is languid and saccharine as he continues his brutal pace, “I forgive you, darlin’. Now, I want you to cum for me, okay?”
You nod, the tenderness of his words and the savagery of his thrusts directly juxtaposing in the most invigorating way. You let go, your orgasm taking over, your skin prickling with the awareness of his encroaching release as he drives into you harder. Your limbs are no longer your own to control, every muscle tight, nerves spent. You’re dimly aware of the tremors wracking your body and the choked sobs tearing out of you.
“Fuck, this pussy’s milkin’ me so good, baby,” he growls as he fucks you through your orgasm. With a deep, primal groan that you feel in your bones, he empties himself inside you. Heat fills you, your body pliant and willing as you take every last drop of him. You whimper helplessly into the counter, tears burning at the corners of your eyes from the impact of your combined release.
When he’s finally spent, he leans over you, his broad, thick body pressing against you, lips ghosting over your cheek, arms wrapping around your waist.
“Christened the new kitchen,” you breathe, your cheek damp against the counter, a laugh spilling out of you in a breathless huff. You feel the rumble of his laugh against your back and your heart flutters.
“Planned on doin’ that anyway. But you forced my hand, honey,” he says, kissing the back of your neck and helping you stand up straight. As he turns you, your legs nearly give out, still wobbly and unsteady from the force of your climax.
He pulls up his boxers and jeans and fastens his belt before doing the same with you. His cum pools into your panties and you bite your lip.
“That’s what you get,” he grunts, tapping your chin with a finger and pressing a light kiss to your lips, “Now I gotta fire Mike.”
You’re still dazed and blissed out from your orgasm, so it takes you a moment to register his words. When you do, you frown up at him, “Why?”
Joel cocks an eyebrow at you, hands bracketing you on either side of the counter, “Why? He hit on a client. You. And he didn’t take no for an answer. I don’t want that kinda filth representing me or my company.”
“You’ve fucked me countless times,” you point out, reaching for him and resting your hands against his abdomen.
“That’s different.”
“How so,” you arch an eyebrow, fighting a smile.
“I’m the boss,” he grumbles, dipping his head to claim your lips. His tongue swipes yours as you open for him, standing on your toes to reach him. His beard scrapes against your chin, the sticky mess between your legs becoming more prominent as you ache for more.
He pulls away abruptly, peering down at you with his dark, assessing gaze, “You wanna tell me why you decided to spend all day flirtin’ with him?”
Your cheeks burn and you look down at the white buttons on his flannel, toying with the end of his shirt shamefully. You want to shrug and shrink away from him. To cower away from your misdeeds. It was childish and unfair for you to toy with a man who’s been nothing but honest and direct and careful with you.
But you owe him the truth in return. His warm fingers grip your chin, lifting until your eyes meet his. He’s not angry or forceful, but open and soft.
“I’ve never –” you sniff, fighting the urge to look away, “I’ve never been the center of anyone’s attention before. I feel like I’ve always been begging for Jeremy to look at me. To touch me. To love me.”
Joel doesn’t look away from you, but holds your gaze, his thumb brushing over your chin as you continue.
“I’ve been fighting for his attention for so long, I didn’t know what it was like to actually have it. To have yours.”
Joel doesn’t say anything for a moment, simply caressing his calloused thumb against your soft skin as he stares down at you. With the long suffering sigh of a man who’s both exasperated and endeared by your actions, he arches an eyebrow at you, “I’m not Jeremy, baby. You don’t have to fight anymore. I told you you’re mine, and I meant it. How many times do I gotta tell you?”
You bite your lip, sheepish, demure, embarrassed by the foolish way you’d flaunted yourself in front of Mike for your own amusement. “I’m sorry, Joel. I really am.”
“If you ain’t ready for this – for me – you better tell me now.” He grips your chin then, eyebrows furrowed, “Before I do somethin’ stupid.”
“Like what?”
He stares down at you, eyes gentle and bare like they’ve never been before, lips creased in the faintest smile. He doesn’t respond, but simply presses a tender kiss to your lips, his fingers cupping the back of your neck while his opposite arm wraps around your waist.
You cling to him as he parts your lips with his tongue, savoring the way he leans into you, his hard, strong body so solid and sure against yours. Fingers knotting in his hair, you raise onto your toes to reach him better, his arms locking around your waist to lift you.
Just as you begin to reach for the buttons on his shirt, the creak of the garage door rattling its way open has you jerking away from him in alarm and your blood turning to ice. He scowls, you look at him with wide eyes, “Jeremy’s here.”
His frown deepens, “What?”
“He’s the only other person with a garage door opener,” you push away from Joel and tug your fingers through your unruly, just fucked hair. Heart racing, skin flushed, you rush over to the mirror behind your dining table to fix the mess he’d made of you.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” He asks, the tender voice from moments ago evaporated into nothing. “I thought you gave him divorce papers.”
“Until the divorce is finalized, he still lives here,” you explain, taking the hair tie from your wrist and pulling your hair into a messy bun. You look around the room, moving into the kitchen frantically, searching for something, anything to occupy yourself with. You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing. You’re wondering if you look as guilty as you feel.
Everything that just happened. Everything you told him feels distant and unattainable. Like moments ago, the possibilities were endless. But now, your husband is here to ruin it all.
Joel is shaking his head, a humorless laugh making your heart clench, “So, what, I’m supposed to pretend like I didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life?”
You whirl around to look at him, eyes pleading, “Joel, I’m sorry. Please. If he thinks I’ve been sleeping around, it could ruin my entire case.”
The garage door clatters to a stop, and you hear the obnoxious sound of Jeremy’s Mustang still rumbling in the garage. You haven’t missed the sound of that disgusting thing in the slightest.
“Sleepin’ around,” Joel says quietly, hands on his hips, head bowed. “That what we’re doin’?”
That stops you in your tracks, your eyes welling, “No. That’s not what – Joel, I swear. I just –”
The sound of the engine cuts, followed by the slamming of the car door. You have no time to explain yourself. No time to fix this. All you know is that if Jeremy knows you’ve been sleeping with someone who isn’t him, your entire divorce will crumble around you. He’s vindictive and cruel and always, always gets what he wants.
You’re losing control of everything too quickly, your heart racing, blood rushing in your ears, drowning everything out.
Just as the door to the garage opens and Jeremy’s footsteps approach from down the hallway, Joel gives you one last wounded look before turning to grab his tools from the counter at his back. You swipe at your eyes to hide your despair just as Jeremy rounds the corner.
The moment you see him, your stomach sours, his face neutral and calm like you hadn’t expected. Honestly, you never expected him to return home after the divorce papers were handed to him. He was free. Why would he come back after a month of silence?
“Sweet cheeks,” Jeremy sighs, like he couldn’t wait to come home to you. Like every extended work trip is a burden instead of a ploy to seek company elsewhere, “We have to talk.”
You scrunch your face at him, “What are you doing here?”
He sets his satchel on the counter, not even bothering to compliment Joel’s work or attention to detail. Or the brand new kitchen gleaming in the fading light of the sun. Not even glancing in his direction. Instead, he approaches you, and you tense, hoping you don’t smell like sex and sin when he wraps you in his arms.
Your arms are pinned at your sides as he hugs you, your spine stiff as a board. Over his shoulder, you see Joel’s jaw clench as he packs away his drill.
“I missed you,” he says as he pulls away and takes your shoulders in his hands to look at you, “And I live here.”
“I served you divorce papers.”
For the first time since he’s walked in, he glances at Joel, and then lowers his voice, “Yeah, I wanted to talk about that.”
Pressing your hands into his chest and pushing away from him, you shake your head, fury burning a path up your spine, “There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t want to be married to you anymore.”
He doesn’t immediately answer you, but the flash of irritation in his eyes gives you pause. Instead, he turns toward Joel, “Hey, man, you mind giving us a minute?”
Joel’s shoulders tighten and you can see the muscles in his forearms ripple with tension as he grabs his back, “No need. Done for the day.” His back is still to you, but as he turns and meets your eyes, you hate how easily you can read the pain written across his face.
You swallow thickly, throat tight, eyes brimming with tears. You wish you could follow him, apologize, tell him how you really feel about him with no repercussions. Tell him that you haven’t been this happy since you foolishly signed your life away to your college boyfriend. Not once has Jeremy made you feel this way. Feel seen and cared for and cherished. Even in such a short period of time, Joel has done something for you that no man ever has, and now he’s slipping away. You’re torn between what could be and what you’ve always known. You blink away the tears faster than they come and clear your throat, a cold, spreading numbness creeping up and taking over completely.
“Have a good evening,” Joel grits out, storming past you, eyes downcast, jaw so tight you know he’ll have a headache by the time he gets home.
You watch him go, he doesn’t look at you, and that’s the most devastating part of it all. He doesn’t even spare you a glance as he rushes out on you and everything the two of you have forged together amongst the shambles of your marriage.
The way he’s so possessive had me in a chokehold, the way he fucked her made me drool and the way he’s jealous hehehehe so delicious 🤭
Mike couldn’t stand a chance anyway, this guy is gonna regret hitting on her so badly, I’m not even sorry, he needs to learn to take no for answer 😤
And Jeremy? Move, dude, she told you she wants divorce, what exactly is unclear in your head? UGH
Sad Joel almost made me cry, I hate seeing him like that🥲 but you wrote it so good, Jesus, I’m looking forward to the next part so much! Please make it an happy ending, pinky promise! 😭♥️
This series is phenomenal, I love their dynamic and I love them ♥️
Thanks for sharing this stunning work with us! ♥️♥️♥️
Maxwell Lord he's so... cunt? Cutie Cunt? Like almost drag queen cunt. I actually enjoy watching that performance, just so over the top, cunt, dark comedy mood to me. Almost Like Death Becomes Her over the top and I enjoy that aspect.
Oberyn is cunty as fuck. Just dripping cunt. A walking, talking cunt.
Joel and Clint give me sweet yet hardened men / father figure type. Cunt? Hhmm... Father figure cunty? Do whatever it takes to save their family cunt? These two may be low on the cunt o spectrum. But high on the protective father figure..
You know, Ted is a little cunty too. He did slap a man twice consecutively and stood on it. He stood on business. Stand on business cunt.
Dieter yeah cunty as fuck too. Those tik tok dances? Super cunt. Almost cool cunt. Like live and let live cunty.
Silva is cunt for sure. Just let him walk around naked.. I think he'd be okay with that.
hey bb ❤️❤️ I'll wish you a happy birthday properly when the time will come 😌😘
I love the way you write sub Joel, and i was wondering... may i suggest a sub Javi 👀 just the thought of him whimpering makes me weak 🫠
i was thinking maybe narcos era, at the brothel? 😍 (but if you prefer an established relationship, or a co worker situation, i'm all in too!)
thank you love 🥰🥰
Hi Honey! thanks for taking part in my silly little event, I'm so glad you did 🥹 And this request!!! downright delicious 🤤 I felt a little bit insecure about domming him for obvious reasons but in the end I had so much fun making a sub out of this man 🤭
I tried my best to give you a whimpering needy mess and I really hope you like it 😏
Love you dearly, you're such an amazing person and friend 🥹🫂
so here you go...
Good boy - sub!Javier Peña x dom!f!reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 5,4K
Summary: Javi is a regular at your brothel. He's always been dominant, but after a particularly tough day, he discovers, thanks to you, that letting go of power can be helpful for releasing tension and leaving worries behind, at least for a while.
Tags: sub!Javi, grumpy!Javi, soft dom!reader, reader is a sex worker, not described besides wearing a red dress and lacy lingerie and having pussy and breasts, initial failed sexual approach, massage, Javi is a tough nut to crack but we’re going to dom the guy 🙂↕️, everything is done with consent even if Javi grumbles a little at the beginning, spanking, light edging, handcuffing (Javi is tasting his own medicine 🤭), protected p in v (use of a condom), oral (both f and m receiving), rimming, facesitting (we're riding his mustache, yeehaw!), 69, nipple play, doggy style position, pet names, condescending tone (a lot of it hehehe), sorry I didn’t use Spanish, I’m really bad at it, maybe some feelings are lingering between them but we’re leaving them unlabeled.
A/N: When Milla sent this request I was a little bit nervous because Javier seemed harder to make a sub than Joel (I’m so comfortable with my grumpy old man being a good boy 🥰🤭) but actually, inspiration came pretty quickly and I was so excited! Milla, I hope I did a good job and that my Javi makes sense to you, even if I'm not so used to writing him, while you're really great at it ♥️
Thanks for sending me this lovely request, I had a lot of fun and I’m glad to have added Javi to my little collection of sub!PPCU characters ♥️
And huge thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being my lovely beta, your opinion always means a lot to me but it meant even more in this case 🥰 English is not my first language, any mistakes is still on me!
I really hope you like it, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
dividers by @/diviniyae
MASTERLIST | DRABBLE FOR V’S BIRTHDAY MASTERLIST
Javi is so pissed off tonight. You didn’t ask what happened, he never talks about his job anyway. He’s some kind of agent but you don’t know shit about details. He carries a gun and handcuffs, and he has a badge that you only ever saw fleetingly peeking out of his shirt pocket. At least you know he gave you his real name.
Something went wrong for sure because he hasn’t said a damn word since he entered your room, he’s smoking like a chimney even more than usual, his shoulders tense, his lips curved downward. He didn’t kiss you right away and didn’t wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you close as soon as he saw you standing there in your pretty dress that shows off your cleavage and your legs.
He just sits there with rage painted all over his face.
“Javi…” you try to call him but he’s all in his head and doesn’t hear you.
He takes another cigarette from the pack and lights it up, throws the lighter on the bedside table, inhaling a long puff and absentmindedly blowing out the smoke.
You stay quiet, sitting on the bed next to him.
He huffs and pinches his nose, grunting something you don’t understand.
You wait longer, giving him space to get back to his senses.
“Maybe we should fuck now,” he mumbles at some point, putting out yet another cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
“You sure? We can sit here in silence all night if you need that, I don’t mind”
Javi is one of your best clients, he never treated you like a whore, never made you feel like you didn’t deserve respect even when he fucked you rough, calling you his little slut. Whenever it came out of his mouth it was arousing more than degrading, unlike from many other men. Javi is mindful of you, he takes time for aftercare, kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” he gruffs.
“Okay…so…how do you want me?”
“Take off your dress and lie on the bed”
You do, slipping out of your pretty red dress you bought thanks to his last payment.
He straddles you, still fully clothed except for his shoes that he took off when he entered and his holster that's lying on the bedside table now.
His face is still upset, he’s not focused on you, and you can see that.
His hands start roaming your body, fingertips running down your chest, pinching at your nipples through your bra, weighing your breasts in his palms. He squeezes them, like he’s trying to keep himself grounded but you can clearly see how absent he is as if he were a million miles away from your room.
He doesn’t even look at you with the usual “I want to swallow you whole” expression he always has on his face whenever he touches you, his eyes wandering somewhere between the headboard and your pillow, right above your head.
It’s not working at all.
“Javi…”
“Let me do my thing,” he snarls while he’s desperately trying to connect with his feelings. His hands feel like someone’s else’s, hasty, trembling, inattentive.
“It will never work. And this is not your thing, this is bullshit,” you observe.
It doesn’t turn you on. It doesn’t even make you feel a little shiver down your spine and that’s very unlikely for Javi.
He’s great at fucking.
His cock is still soft beneath his pants.
You fear he’s about to yell at you but Javi drops his arms to his sides, sighing.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he admits, his lips twisted into a grimace.
There’s too much crowding in his head, you know that. He never failed to get hard as a rock as soon as he started touching you.
“It’s okay, babe, you need to relax and clear your mind,” you suggest.
“Yeah…you have some ideas how to do that?” His voice is more skeptical than you expected, almost ironic.
“Actually, yes, I have an idea,” you reply firmly.
He raises one of his brows at you and you feel a little offended. He doesn’t trust you? What’s with that?
“Let me try…” you propose and he grunts again, moving from above your body and sitting up on the bed.
As much as you don't like his attitude, you sit behind him and begin massaging his shoulders, speaking to him in a gentle tone. Prodding him and responding in kind wouldn't do any good now, you would only make him more tense and angry. And you know better than that.
“You had an awful day, am I right?” you softly whisper in his right ear while your hands move to his back, feeling strong muscles contracted beneath your fingers. It's as taut as a violin string. You work on a knot, trying to untie it, while he replies, annoyed, "Calling it awful is an understatement."
Jesus, he’s such a grump when he wants to be.
“I’m sorry about that, is there something you wanna talk about?” You offer and he says no.
Of course. He’s not sharing any detail with you tonight either.
“Okay fine, Mr Agent…think you wanna get rid of this shirt?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He unbuttons his pink shirt and throws it on a chair next to your bed.
You place your hand back on his shoulders, his body hot and lightly sweaty from the outside heat.
You massage some more, enjoying the feeling of it under your palms, caressing over his scars and freckles scattered across his amber skin.
His tension starts fading but you can still see his jaw clenched and his neck vein bulging.
“So I was thinking…what if you let me take the lead tonight and make all the decisions for you?”
“You think this will work?” He chuckles mockingly.
Javi is definitely a dom. He usually comes to you two times a week and he is the one in charge every time you have sex.
You fucked in every position, he called you every sort of names and pet names, he took your pussy and puckered hole more times you can count, he licked and rubbed and sucked and bit every inch of your body.
He never dropped his power, though.
“I think it will,” you coo, trying to make it sound inviting for him. “Think about it, you lie here and you let me do all the work, the only thing you’ll do is cum for me. Isn’t that great?”
“Um…” he mutters, “I’m not sure, I like being in control.”
“Well, you’ve never tried it… you make decisions all day, right? You face danger all day, even, isn’t that true? Maybe you’ll find that giving up power is nice. Therapeutic, even.”
He chuckles, not looking at you, but a more relaxed, amused expression appears on his face, his eyes softening.
“Well, your pussy has been therapeutic many times. But I don't know how much it would help me now… control makes me feel safe,” he confesses.
“You can trust me…You know me, I won't do anything you don’t want.”
Silence fills the room for a while. Javi is thinking, you could swear you hear his brain working and considering his options.
He didn’t get hard in the slightest, despite your half naked body ready for him to play with and the both of you are aware this is a problem.
He sighs, dropping his shoulders in resignation. “Okay, let’s try”
“I bet you’ll enjoy this,” you coo, tracing his neck with the pad of your fingers, caressing the soft skin over his pulse point.
“You need a safe word, just in case,” you say and Javi smirks “you’re taking it so seriously.”
“Well, it’s serious, told you I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
His lopsided smile dances on his lips and he replies, “Bogotá.”
“Ok. Finish undressing for me. You can keep your boxers on for now,” you order, taking over the mantle. “Lie down on the bed when you’re done.”
He gets up to undo his pants, under your watchful gaze. He lowers them to his ankles and takes them off, placing them on the chair next to his shirt. Underneath, he’s wearing tight black boxers that accentuate the shape of his cock. It’s still soft but no less imposing. Javi is thick, long, slightly curved to the right, tip darker than the rest of it, a little cute happy trail and a thick bush of dark hair at the base that he keeps neat and trimmed. In two words, downright delicious. One of the most beautiful cocks you’d ever seen. You know it well by now, know every way to drive him crazy.
You know he loves being the center of attention, loves feeling you gurgle around his shaft, you know he always squirms when he feels the back of your throat, and you know every grunt he makes as you suck his tip. You know he loves making you come with his mouth, licking you and fucking you with his tongue while he keeps you trapped on the bed, his hands digging into your thighs. You know he loves hearing you beg for him and call his name, you know he bucks his hips on the bed to relieve himself, too impatient to wait to be inside you, but he always hold back before he explodes because he loves doing that deep inside your pussy, even though he’s wearing a condom, and you'd always been adamant about that. You'd allowed him the extra-thin ones because you, too, love feeling his throbbing veins against your walls.
You know when he’s about to come and his jaw goes slack, his mouth agape, his eyes shut tight and his whole body tense with a last thrust that makes you wail.
You know he loves taking you from behind and play with your tits sometimes, and he loves to suck on your nipples when you’re under him.
He loves making you come over and over again while he presses your toy to your clit and works his way inside you with two or three of his thick fingers, scissoring and rubbing your special spot.
Always in control, always deciding what you two have to do, always taking the lead, aware of your body and what you like.
He’s becoming more than a client to you. You won’t make the mistake of dreaming about something romantic, you don’t really know who he really is outside this brothel. Knowing a person sexually doesn’t mean you are aware of his every nuance. On top of that, you never trusted a cop. He feels quite different from the others though, and you know how much he’s struggling now, the storm raging deep in his chest and you’re more than willing to try to calm him down.
“On all fours, darling,” you order.
Javi looks at you as if you’ve said something crazy, that skeptical eyebrow still cocked.
“What’s the matter? You want to disobey your mistress already?” you challenge him, hands on your hips, your chin proudly raised, your eyes shooting at him.
His jaw tightens, he doesn’t say anything, but you can see on his face how much he doesn’t like being bossed around. He’s a tough nut to crack. But that doesn’t scare you; in fact, you love a challenge.
He reluctantly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself as you commanded.
“Good boy” you beam and his neck snaps, looking back at you, fire in his eyes.
You know he wants to say something but you hold his gaze boldly and he bites back his words.
You can’t deny that you're enjoying teasing him, in fact, you indulge in it, adding, "Pull up that cute little ass, I want to see it properly."
He grunts, bending his elbows on the mattress, lifting his hips.
You hear him mutter, "This is ridiculous," thinking you can't hear him.
But oh, you heard him so well.
“Mmm that attitude needs to be fixed, I think you deserve being spanked,” you tell him “how does that sound?”
He nods, still not quite sure what he's doing.
You move closer to the bed, placing a hand on his ass cheek, caressing it over his boxers, before lifting your palm and letting it fall into a spanking as hard as you can.
“Fuck!” He lets out “this hurt!”
“Wanna use your safe word already?”
“No,” He answers stubbornly. You know he doesn't want to look like a crybaby. He's a tough guy, a cop, he chases criminals.
He can survive a couple of spanks from you.
He tries to change position, lowering his hips a little bit and you scold him “Nuh huh, none of that, stay still for me”
He grumbles in the back of his throat but does what you say.
You wait for the pain to turn into tingling and heat, and then pleasure, before doing it again. The second spank lands harder than the first.
Javi lets out another grunt, gritting his teeth, until his jaw slowly begins to unclench. He's still tense, but less so than before, and he's finally focused on you.
The third spank makes him moan, no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.
“Mmm start liking it, huh?” You gush and he finally falters “maybe… yes”
You giggle at his admission. “I knew that, sweet boy. Let’s see how sore you got”
You slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles, revealing his reddened skin underneath. “It’s not bad, but we can do better.”
You spank him again right after and despite his snarl, he’s getting hard.
You can see his cock swelling and starting to rise and your mouth water.
“Here you go…” you comment grazing it with your fingertips “see? You’re doing so well, baby”
Javi is stiff, not giving away how much he likes it and you’re not surprised. It’s his first time being a sub.
He sees other sex workers, you know that, but you’re pretty sure he’d never done this before.
“I…fuck, yeah, it’s working, give me more”
“Mmm haven’t heard the right word, baby…”
Javi rolls his eyes.
“Go on with this attitude and you’ll get nothing” you cross your arms over your chest, waiting.
“Please…” he mutters.
But you’re not pleased yet.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Please!”
“That’s better” you nod and spank him again.
He moans again, more eager than before. He sounds needy, and you like it.
Beads of sweat are glistening on his back, you bite your lower lips at the thought of how he might taste now.
It’s not time yet, you want him desperate and begging you like he means it.
“You can lie down now,” you order.
His ass cheek is flame red and a little swollen, he groans when he changes position.
Your room is dimly illuminated, it always is, cozy lamps on the side of the bed to create some atmosphere for your clients. You wish it was brighter tonight, too see him better, to catch his every squirm, his every change of expression.
He waits, lying on your sheets, still panting slightly.
“Roll on, now, let me see that pretty cock.”
When he turns you can see how hard he is, his impatient tip is leaking, his veins engorged, you can see him itching for you to touch it, to have some relief.
You smirk, cooing, “aw, look at that, you need some help, baby boy? Want me to take care of your pretty cock?”
He nods and says “Yes. Please.” Good thing he doesn’t dare reach for his cock with his own hand.
“You’re a fast learner. Good.”
You sit on the bed and take his cock. He hisses and you know he’s trying so hard not to buckle his hips, you can feel the tension in his body. You’re stroking him, slowly and gently.
You smile “don’t move, pretty boy. You’re going to take what I give to you. And no more bossy attitude. I’m the boss here, is that clear?”
“Yeah,” he surrenders “it is.”
Javi is finally yours to play with. You lick your lips.
“Where are your handcuffs?”
“Right pocket in my pants.”
You get up and he cries at the loss of your hand on his dick, which makes you smile proudly while taking the restraints out of his pocket.
You return to the bed, holding them with two fingers and swinging them.
“Do you have the key for these?”
“Yeah..” he mutters, already squirming on the bed for what you’re about to do.
“Okay. So, wanna try?”
“I… yes”
“Yes? Think you’re ready?”
“I am… yes”
You smile, reaching for his arms, bringing them above his head, slightly bent so that his wrists are joined. When you handcuff him, Javier shivers at the cold metal closing over his skin.
“Tasting your own medicine, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything but you can see need painted all over his face and his cock is impossibly hard.
You taking full control is arousing for him even if he isn’t saying it out loud.
You’re going to make him. The thrill of the challenge goes straight to your clit, a wave of pleasure runs through you and dampens your panties.
Panties you wore especially for him, lacy and black with a little red bow and a matching bra.
You know he likes them.
His eyes are wandering over your body, they’re darker and filled with lust.
“You look so perfect like this…all nice and ready for me.”
You take back his cock in your hand after spitting on your palm and start stroking him slowly again, making sure to graze every throbbing vein, deliberately avoiding the tip.
Javi twitches, handcuffs clanking, his hips involuntary buckling, biting down hard on his lips to try to hold back his moans.
“Aw let out those pretty sounds, honey,” you purr, speeding up the pace of your hand. “I wanna hear how much you’re liking it.”
His velvety skin slides up and down, lewd and squelching in your hand, his thickness filling it completely.
He looks at you desperately, watery eyes, mouth agape but still silent, until you graze his tip, gathering his precum, smearing it al over his shaft. And then Javi moans. He moans once, twice, three times in a crescendo, sounds bouncing off the walls of your room.
He never moaned before, he grunts, he grumbles, he calls you baby and slut and filthy bunny, sometimes he uses Spanish, but he never moans.
And you’re loving the sound of it.
“Oh baby, look at this pretty cock, all drippy for me, you need your mistress to make you feel better, don’t you?” You beam, pitiful and condescending the exact same way he does with you.
And he begs. “P-please, please make me cum,” his voice cracked and hoarse.
“Mmm not yet, darling…I know, it feels good to be at my mercy, doesn't it? Yeah, look at this mess you’ve made, you’re so wet…but you’re gonna cum when I say it, like a good boy. You wanna be good boy for me, yeah?”
His tip is swollen, red and angry under your touch, as you’re swirling your finger on his slit, spreading precum all over, grazing the underside of his cock from time to time, pumping him so fast you’re pretty sure he’s on the edge.
You lower your face and kitten lick his slit and Javi whines so hard you get even more wet, panties ruined, the material stuck to your folds that reveals the shape of your pussy.
You stop right before he cums and he whines, he whines like a baby who lost his favorite toy.
“Told you it wasn’t time yet, honey” you shrug and he grumbles. You giggle, caressing his sweaty cheek “awww baby, don’t be upset, you just have to wait a little bit, you know. You don’t want me to stop playing with you, right? Tell me if you do.”
He pushes a “no” out of his lips, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you want more, I knew it… give me a kiss”
You lower towards him and gently leave a peck on his lips, before diving in and pulling him into a deeper kiss, his neck craned, his body shivering asking for more attention. His mustache deliciously rubs your upper lip, his tongue frantically search for yours, your lips perfectly fitted together.
He tastes like smoke and whiskey and something uniquely his that always makes your knees feel like jelly.
He’s so good at kissing.
Many men are too hasty, some suck too much, bite too much, drool too much. He does none of that. His lips are slightly chapped sometimes but still inviting, luscious and incredibly skilled.
With him, kissing has become one of your favorite foreplays, and it never was before.
You break the kiss to look at him, his eyes are shiny, the crease between his eyebrows is deeper, his lower lip trembles to have you back as he mutters “why?”
“Because… my pretty boy…” you smirk, your hand yanking at the hair on the base of his neck, “I got a nice a idea.”
He looks pretty pathetic at the moment and you’ve never seen him this way before but it’s so pleasing, as much as you love him being a dom.
You take off your panties and throw them next to him, then stand on the bed, straddling him. Javi is confused, not knowing what to expect. At the same time, he can't take his eyes off your wet pussy. You wink at him and whisper, "You're going to enjoy this," before advancing towards his face.
A glimmer of realization lights up his eyes, and he smiles saying “yeah… pretty sure about it.”
You lower your hips until they're an inch from his face, your naked pussy just above his lips and nose. "Say you want nothing more than my pussy. Say you’re my slut tonight.”
"I-," he hesitates, his domming part still resurfacing “I want…”
“What? Say it out loud,” you instruct him.
“I want nothing more than your pussy, please. I’m your slut tonight,” he says it all in one breath, a frown on his face, perhaps afraid you might have second thoughts. You don't think he's ashamed of being submissive anymore, not when he's so close to your cunt, not when it's practically dripping all over him and a small flick of his tongue would be enough to taste you. It's funny, now he sees it as a reward when all the other times he'd order you and you'd silently comply.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie, you’re such a good puppy,” you praise him, smiling mischievously.
A second later, you lower yourself, covering his face.
His tongue doesn't wait, darting out and beginning to greedily lick your folds.
“Fuck! Your tongue was made for this” you purr, in absolute ecstasy.
His mustache tickles your skin so deliciously, offering extra stimulation, and now it’s your turn to moan loudly. He feels so divine, you can’t help it.
He licks down your slit and moves up again to your clit, taking it into his mouth.
You would love for him to take a handful of your ass but he can’t and judging by the way he’s wiggling his tied up wrists he wishes he could touch you more than anything. Seeing him struggle is hot. You peek behind your back for a moment and his cock is still hard as a rock, leaking profusely. Your mouth waters at the sight, eager to put it back between your lips.
“Jesus…” you breath at him sucking on your clit, his lips sealed on your bundle of nerves, he grunts against it, sending a wave of pleasure through your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
Your hands are anchored to the headboard, your hips rocking into his face, pressing down, his nose soaked in your juices, his whiskers glistening, your essence sliding down his chin.
“Just like that, puppy, keep going - GOD - make your mistress proud.”
His eyes are closed but you can tell he’s so focused on you now, like nothing else.
You knew you had some tricks up your sleeve and they’re working perfectly.
His tongue is now fucking your dripping hole.
“That’s what you needed, huh? You needed my pussy to make you feel better?”
He groans against you and you tease him even more “yeah, I know, darling and it’s - FUCK - it’s your lucky day, cause I’m thinking about taking your cock back in my mouth since you started.”
You detach from him to turn around, getting rid of your bra, wantonly whispering “yeah, we’re gonna make a 69 out of this” and the way he cries at the loss of you makes you even more eager.
He’s so enthralled by you he can’t even reply, he just whines and moans pathetically.
He now has your puckered hole on full display along with your pussy and you know he couldn’t have asked for any better.
He gets to use his mouth again, lustfully swiping between your two holes, his flat tongue lapping at both, your hips swaying just right, pushing into his face.
You lean to take his cock back into your mouth, moaning on his shaft, taking as much as you can in, just the way you know he likes it, gurgling a bit until your jaw adjusts and his tip is hitting the back of your throat, your nose grazing at his bush.
He’s a whimpering mess, the metallic sound of the handcuffs has grown louder, he's so desperate to touch you that for a moment you consider freeing him. You miss his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving bruises that you chuckle at in the mirror the next day.
But not yet. Thinking of this, you raise yourself slightly, holding his cock at the base with one hand, sucking the pre-cum from its tip, one of your hands caressing his balls, gently squeezing them, your nipples grazing his tummy and giving you that extra thrill that’s making your head light.
He’s thrusting his tongue into you as you drip all over his face.
Your orgasm builds in your lower tummy, you’re right on the edge as he’s rimming your puckered hole and then he reaches your clit again and that’s what sends you in a rapture.
You cum so hard your voice cracks as you wail and push your hips down into his face.
He doesn’t stop, licking your folds, guiding you through your peak, your whole body shaking against him, your hands fisting at the sheets underneath you.
“God… this was so fucking hot,” you moan, trying to regain your normal breath, lying down on his lap, your cheek resting on his leg.
He stays quiet for a while, just waiting for you to calm down, your fingers lazily drawing circles on his hairy thigh.
“Please…” he begs “please make me cum, please.”
“Aw, darling” you purr, before reaching for his cock again, running your tongue over his throbbing veins. “You wanna cum so badly, aren’t you? Wanna cum in my mouth, pumpkin?”
He just mumbles with a throaty voice “pussy… p-please” and you giggle “that’s what I thought”
You reach for his pants again, rummaging through his pockets for the key and return to the bed to remove the handcuffs. His wrists are red and his arms must be numb. When you remove them, he rubs his wrists, letting out a small groan of pain.
"Poor little thing, you were so good...” taking his wrists and kissing them.
“You deserve a reward," you concede, leaning closer and licking the tip of his nose. You take a condom from your drawer and open the wrapper. Javi looks at you impatiently, hungrily, full of desire. You expertly unroll it over his still hard cock.
“Here you go baby, now move behind me, I want you to fuck me in doggy…your favorite.”.
Javi immediately gets up, settling into the position you ordered and finally his hands fly to your hips, gripping them, as he lines up with your entrance, your pussy fluttering right before his eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful” he says, almost barking.
“Show me how good you are, pretty boy,” you tease.
He pushes the tip in, starting to stretch you out, inch by inch, even though you're so wet he could fit in one quick thrust.
He usually makes you beg, because he knows how much you love feeling him sink slowly inside you, feeling his shaft stretching you and your hole welcoming him, swallowing him whole.
You feel his hips shaking with need until he can’t hold it back anymore and he buckles into you, making you gasp when his tip hits your gummy spot, the one that always makes you see stars.
“Christ…” you moan “move. Move for your mistress, baby, fuck me hard”
And he does. He starts to roll his hips, reaching your special spot again and again, thrusting into you so deeply only moans are coming out of your mouth.
“I need to feel your tits, please, please I need it so bad” he asks, not smugly, not cocky, just softly as a puppy who begs for his prize.
You get up, your back against his sweaty chest, as he immediately grabs at your breasts, filling his palms and starting to knead.
“Holy fuck, yes, yes baby, touch me, play with my nipples” you urge.
His fingers pull and pinch and twist your hardened buds, while his cock keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuck me, Javi, come deep in my pussy.”
He lets out an animalistic growl and one of his hands flies to your clit and starts flicking it, while the other one keeps feasting on your tit.
“You’re gripping me so hard…” he moans and bites down on your skin, leaving a mark where your neck and shoulders meet.
“It’s so fucking good… so good for me, baby mmm cum for me.”
He’s been holding back so much he explodes as soon as you give him permission and you can feel his cock twitch hard inside you, his tips kissing that spot again and another orgasm mounts in you as he spams desperately into your soaking wet pussy.
“I’m about to come…” you rasp and his hand keeps working on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipple and his cock ruts into you until you clamp down on him like you’re trying to choke his cock, your juices running down his length and onto his balls.
You collapse down on the bed, out of breath, exhausted, his weight pressing you against the mattress, his dick still deep inside you.
He pulls out and sits up to carefully remove the condom, ties it up, and throws it in the wastebasket next to the nightstand.
“Come back to me, pumpkin” you whine “hold me tight.”
He does, pulling you close and embracing you, your head resting on his chest as he strokes your hair and leaves little kisses on your forehead.
You stay like this until you come down completely from your peak, and his chest stops rising and falling rapidly beneath your head.
“So, what do you think? Is it that bad to be my sub?”
“No, I have to admit…it was nice… and it helped, my head is clear now…only full of your pussy…” he jokes.
Whatever problem he had is so far away from him right now and you couldn’t be more happy.
You laugh, raising your eyes to meet his.
His face is relaxed and he’s smiling beautifully.
“You should smile more often, it looks good on you” you tell him softly, stretching your neck to kiss him.
He chuckles right on your lips. “Maybe I should, at least when I’m with you.”
You don't know what the two of you are, you don't know what you feel right now, and you don't want to analyze it, label it, and ask for more than you can get from him.
You are sure of one thing, though. Javi is a man of few words, always has been, but you know how to get him to say the right ones.
Javier Peña shotgunning you and then pinning you against a wall as soon as you inhale the smoke, closing your lips with a deep kiss, his tongue licking eagerly into your mouth while he puts your panties aside and he fucks so good into your pussy you almost forget how to spell your name.
My birthday is coming up in October, and to celebrate I’d like to hold this challenge once again ☺️ Some of you may remember the very first challenge I held 2 years ago. The rules are the same as last time:
Send me an ask for a song, choose a number between 1 and 20.
If you already have a Pedro character you want to write for, please do so.
BUT if you want more of a challenge you can also ask for a number between 1 and 20 and you’ll be assigned a character with that number. As this is a more limited list, the numbers will change after each posted ask. If you see someone ask for character #8 and they get Joel, his number will change to keep everything fair. Asking for a character number is completely optional.
Write whatever makes you happy. An addition to a series you’re writing? Something dark/DDDNE? A crossover or multiple Pedro characters? Yes, yes, and yes! Just make sure you tag your work accordingly. Smut is not required for this challenge, but you must use your given song in your fic, either the title, or lyrics in the dialogue, it’s completely up to you. You can even do head canons, drabbles, anything you’re inspired to write.
The due date is October 31st. If you need an extension just let me know. We all have lives outside of tumblr ❤️
When you post please tag me and use the hashtag #FucktoberPart2 and/or #BirthdayBaroness
I know i didn’t give a lot of time for the first Fucktober, so I’m starting a little earlier. If anyone has any questions feel free to DM me, I’m happy to help 💓
Hello baby! I almost missed your post about your writing challenge, what a shame! 😭 I’d like to take part in it and would like to choose song #5 if it’s still available, please! Thank you for organizing it again, it was so fun the first time - even if my fic is now gone 🥲
I love you so much and I hope you’ll have the best birthday ever ♥️
(Joel tax, lovingly looking at you 😌♥️)
Yes! I’m always happy to have you join, love ❤️❤️ for what it’s worth that fic was gold and lives on in my heart
Your song is “Love is a Bitch” by Two Feet
Oh girl I can feel the vibes already 🥵 happy writing!
only 1 😂 excuse me while I answer next questions based on Tumblr.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
For the story I posted on A03, 17,184. Obviously, I've written a lot more, I just never posted it on AO3. I posted the very first story I ever wrote there, but it made me feel discouraged and lonely, as if I were talking to no one. That's why I signed up on Tumblr.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
The PPCU fandom. Sometimes for other characters, but very rarely.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Play Innocent - 1658 notes
You should come three times a week - 1220 notes
Christmas with the Millers - 946 notes
More - 935 notes
What the water gave me - 887 notes
5. Do you respond to comments?
I always try my best to reply everyone! Every comment is pure joy to me and I'm very lucky that someone reads my stories!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
How can you love somebody like me? takes the crown lol
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
They all have a happy ending; I generally always try to make them end well. I think the most romantic one I've written is Mine, All Mine, though.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Once, but I didn't mind so much. I laughed, blocked and moved on 😂
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I write a lot about it, maybe not the kinkiest stuff I've seen out there, but still pretty wild. What can I say? I love smut 🤭
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I've never done that. I once wrote a Javier Peña x Marcus Acacius story though.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think that's ever happened, and I don't see why anyone would want to steal my stories 😂
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I'm aware of.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven’t, but I would love to, with the right person.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth are the only ones who've made me cry, get angry, and write long Twitter posts in recent times, so yeah, I'd say them.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'm starting to think I'll never finish Everything in Its Right Place, and maybe that's for the best.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I have no idea—let me know if you know. 😂
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
My dirty talk isn't as good as I'd like it to be, and in general, I'd like to write more witty dialogues.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I'm already writing in a language that isn't my own, please have mercy 😂
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I started writing fanfiction for Brokeback Mountain in my native language, then stopped for many years; I never wrote for Braime because I didn’t think I was good enough. Then I fell in love with Joel and decided to give it a try. The PPCU fandom is definitely the one I’ve written the most for, and Joel is the character I’ve written the most about.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I don't know, it's hard to choose. I like Bunny (which is a Harry Castillo fic 😁), and when it comes to my love Joel, I think the ones I mentioned above were good and I liked writing them, I'm also pretty attached to Awakening , Love on the brain and Take my hand where you want it .
npt: @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @baronessvonglitter @missadangel @604to647 @mcthsman @ess-evo @tateypots @dreamedaboutitinthedark @shadowqueen2024 @honey-moon-13 @hauntedinkk @sprigsofhazel @peepawmiller @broad-shouldrs and anyone who wants to play! (sorry if you've been tagged already)
andrew cody who sneaks into the bathroom after staying over at your place to brush his teeth with his finger as usual and spots an unfamiliar green toothbrush in the little cup where your purple toothbrush has always sat. his throat immediately gets tight. he didn’t realize you were seeing other people. he certainly isn’t. and in a moment of hurt more than anger he grabs the green toothbrush and walks back out to your bedroom.
“what is this?” andrew says, holding up the toothbrush, as you rub your eyes and roll towards him with a groan.
“mm… good morning,” you hum, trying to wake up, “toothbrush,”
“whose toothbrush?” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, trying not to sound desperate.
“yours,” you say, voice still scratchy with sleep.
“this isn’t mine,” andrew says.
“well, i guess technically not yet, yeah,” you sigh, sitting up and shifting closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, “you gotta use it first,”
andrew just sort of stares blankly at you and you finally wake up enough to catch on to what’s happening in that head of his.
“i got it for you,” you say, threading your fingers through his curls which have fluffed up with sleep, “for when you stay here,”
“you got this for me?” andrew blinks at you.
“well, i know it’s not the most romantic gift,” you smile, placing a kiss on his shoulder, exposed by his muscle tee, “but i thought it might be nice,” you mumble against his skin.
andrew drops the toothbrush on the bed next to him and takes your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly. you giggle against his lips, pulling yourself closer to him.
“thank you,” he says your name tenderly, forehead resting against yours.
“you’re so sweet,” you say, placing another quick kiss on his lips, “it’s just a toothbrush,”
“no- it’s-” andrew sighs trying to collect his thoughts, “it’s just nice that you thought of me,”
“well, i think about you a lot,” you smile.
“yeah?” he says, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
“mhm,” you nod before leaning forward, peppering kisses to his neck softly, “i like you,” you murmur between kisses.
andrew sighs, his eyes fluttering closed, god he likes you so much. in a little burst he grabs you by your hips, lifting you around his waist as you grab the back of his neck with a giggle. he stands, swiping his toothbrush from the bed, carrying you to the bathroom.
“andrew,” you squeal, “what are you doing!”
“i gotta try out my new toothbrush,” he says, placing you gently on the counter next to the sink. he stands between you legs as the two of you brush your teeth, giggling and exchanging minty kisses. you both rinse, smiling almost shyly at one another before he passes you a little hand towel to wipe your mouth with.
“so…?” you say, resting your hands on the edge of the counter, leaning towards him, “i’d like the review for your new toothbrush,”
andrew just smiles at you, pushing further between your legs, resting his hands on your waist. he places a soft kiss on your lips, your mouths moving together slowly. he pulls you closer with a sharp tug, slipping his tongue past your lips, the sharp sweetness of peppermint dancing in your mouths.
Hey, everyone! Technically my birthday is in exactly a month, BUT I'm a slow writer and decided to bring this game forward.
But what is this? A fic request game based on prompts.
Under the cut, you'll find 20 different prompts. You can choose any one of them with any character you want. Just send me an ask with the prompt and the character you would like to see it with. Originally I set myself a 1k word limit, but if the prompt moves my imagination too much then I might completely forget the limit.
1. “We're both different people now, aren't we?”
2. “What are you doing?”
“Striking a sexy pose.”
“Well, sit down before you pull something.”
3. “Hey, look at me. I’m yours and no one can change that.”
4. “Feel this? It’s just for you.”
5. “Thank you for choosing me.”
6. “You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.”
7. “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”
8. “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”
9. “I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”
10. “I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person.”
11. “Those jeans are really working on you.”
12. “It's not an addiction. It's a coping mechanism.”
13. “I am fully convinced that you never graduated from kindergarten.”
14. “If we were alone right now, what would you do to me?”
15. “You’re so cute.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said you look like a boot.”
16. “I could just pull your bikini bottom to the side, no one will notice.”
17. “Holy shit, is that a piercing down there?”
18. “I thought you hated horror movies.”
“I do, but I like any excuse to bury my face into your chest.”
19. “How long has it been since someone hugged you?”
20. “As much as I love the position we're in right now, I'm afraid we'll have to move because my leg has gone completely numb.”
If you would like me to write any of these, send me an ask to let me know. But don't forget to mention the character too!
Tagging some people to spread the word. Please feel free to share and reblog: @bergamote-catsandbooks, @picketniffler, @shadowqueen2024, @kokoluwie, @grogusmum, @stylesispunk, @honey-moon-13, @missadangel, @604to647, @simpingforjoel, @baronessvonglitter, @tateypots, @time-for-my-weekly-spanking, @peepawmiller
hey bb ❤️❤️ I'll wish you a happy birthday properly when the time will come 😌😘
I love the way you write sub Joel, and i was wondering... may i suggest a sub Javi 👀 just the thought of him whimpering makes me weak 🫠
i was thinking maybe narcos era, at the brothel? 😍 (but if you prefer an established relationship, or a co worker situation, i'm all in too!)
thank you love 🥰🥰
Hi Honey! thanks for taking part in my silly little event, I'm so glad you did 🥹 And this request!!! downright delicious 🤤 I felt a little bit insecure about domming him for obvious reasons but in the end I had so much fun making a sub out of this man 🤭
I tried my best to give you a whimpering needy mess and I really hope you like it 😏
Love you dearly, you're such an amazing person and friend 🥹🫂
so here you go...
Good boy - sub!Javier Peña x dom!f!reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 5,4K
Summary: Javi is a regular at your brothel. He's always been dominant, but after a particularly tough day, he discovers, thanks to you, that letting go of power can be helpful for releasing tension and leaving worries behind, at least for a while.
Tags: sub!Javi, grumpy!Javi, soft dom!reader, reader is a sex worker, not described besides wearing a red dress and lacy lingerie and having pussy and breasts, initial failed sexual approach, massage, Javi is a tough nut to crack but we’re going to dom the guy 🙂↕️, everything is done with consent even if Javi grumbles a little at the beginning, spanking, light edging, handcuffing (Javi is tasting his own medicine 🤭), protected p in v (use of a condom), oral (both f and m receiving), rimming, facesitting (we're riding his mustache, yeehaw!), 69, nipple play, doggy style position, pet names, condescending tone (a lot of it hehehe), sorry I didn’t use Spanish, I’m really bad at it, maybe some feelings are lingering between them but we’re leaving them unlabeled.
A/N: When Milla sent this request I was a little bit nervous because Javier seemed harder to make a sub than Joel (I’m so comfortable with my grumpy old man being a good boy 🥰🤭) but actually, inspiration came pretty quickly and I was so excited! Milla, I hope I did a good job and that my Javi makes sense to you, even if I'm not so used to writing him, while you're really great at it ♥️
Thanks for sending me this lovely request, I had a lot of fun and I’m glad to have added Javi to my little collection of sub!PPCU characters ♥️
And huge thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being my lovely beta, your opinion always means a lot to me but it meant even more in this case 🥰 English is not my first language, any mistakes is still on me!
I really hope you like it, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
dividers by @/diviniyae
MASTERLIST | DRABBLE FOR V’S BIRTHDAY MASTERLIST
Javi is so pissed off tonight. You didn’t ask what happened, he never talks about his job anyway. He’s some kind of agent but you don’t know shit about details. He carries a gun and handcuffs, and he has a badge that you only ever saw fleetingly peeking out of his shirt pocket. At least you know he gave you his real name.
Something went wrong for sure because he hasn’t said a damn word since he entered your room, he’s smoking like a chimney even more than usual, his shoulders tense, his lips curved downward. He didn’t kiss you right away and didn’t wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you close as soon as he saw you standing there in your pretty dress that shows off your cleavage and your legs.
He just sits there with rage painted all over his face.
“Javi…” you try to call him but he’s all in his head and doesn’t hear you.
He takes another cigarette from the pack and lights it up, throws the lighter on the bedside table, inhaling a long puff and absentmindedly blowing out the smoke.
You stay quiet, sitting on the bed next to him.
He huffs and pinches his nose, grunting something you don’t understand.
You wait longer, giving him space to get back to his senses.
“Maybe we should fuck now,” he mumbles at some point, putting out yet another cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
“You sure? We can sit here in silence all night if you need that, I don’t mind”
Javi is one of your best clients, he never treated you like a whore, never made you feel like you didn’t deserve respect even when he fucked you rough, calling you his little slut. Whenever it came out of his mouth it was arousing more than degrading, unlike from many other men. Javi is mindful of you, he takes time for aftercare, kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” he gruffs.
“Okay…so…how do you want me?”
“Take off your dress and lie on the bed”
You do, slipping out of your pretty red dress you bought thanks to his last payment.
He straddles you, still fully clothed except for his shoes that he took off when he entered and his holster that's lying on the bedside table now.
His face is still upset, he’s not focused on you, and you can see that.
His hands start roaming your body, fingertips running down your chest, pinching at your nipples through your bra, weighing your breasts in his palms. He squeezes them, like he’s trying to keep himself grounded but you can clearly see how absent he is as if he were a million miles away from your room.
He doesn’t even look at you with the usual “I want to swallow you whole” expression he always has on his face whenever he touches you, his eyes wandering somewhere between the headboard and your pillow, right above your head.
It’s not working at all.
“Javi…”
“Let me do my thing,” he snarls while he’s desperately trying to connect with his feelings. His hands feel like someone’s else’s, hasty, trembling, inattentive.
“It will never work. And this is not your thing, this is bullshit,” you observe.
It doesn’t turn you on. It doesn’t even make you feel a little shiver down your spine and that’s very unlikely for Javi.
He’s great at fucking.
His cock is still soft beneath his pants.
You fear he’s about to yell at you but Javi drops his arms to his sides, sighing.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he admits, his lips twisted into a grimace.
There’s too much crowding in his head, you know that. He never failed to get hard as a rock as soon as he started touching you.
“It’s okay, babe, you need to relax and clear your mind,” you suggest.
“Yeah…you have some ideas how to do that?” His voice is more skeptical than you expected, almost ironic.
“Actually, yes, I have an idea,” you reply firmly.
He raises one of his brows at you and you feel a little offended. He doesn’t trust you? What’s with that?
“Let me try…” you propose and he grunts again, moving from above your body and sitting up on the bed.
As much as you don't like his attitude, you sit behind him and begin massaging his shoulders, speaking to him in a gentle tone. Prodding him and responding in kind wouldn't do any good now, you would only make him more tense and angry. And you know better than that.
“You had an awful day, am I right?” you softly whisper in his right ear while your hands move to his back, feeling strong muscles contracted beneath your fingers. It's as taut as a violin string. You work on a knot, trying to untie it, while he replies, annoyed, "Calling it awful is an understatement."
Jesus, he’s such a grump when he wants to be.
“I’m sorry about that, is there something you wanna talk about?” You offer and he says no.
Of course. He’s not sharing any detail with you tonight either.
“Okay fine, Mr Agent…think you wanna get rid of this shirt?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He unbuttons his pink shirt and throws it on a chair next to your bed.
You place your hand back on his shoulders, his body hot and lightly sweaty from the outside heat.
You massage some more, enjoying the feeling of it under your palms, caressing over his scars and freckles scattered across his amber skin.
His tension starts fading but you can still see his jaw clenched and his neck vein bulging.
“So I was thinking…what if you let me take the lead tonight and make all the decisions for you?”
“You think this will work?” He chuckles mockingly.
Javi is definitely a dom. He usually comes to you two times a week and he is the one in charge every time you have sex.
You fucked in every position, he called you every sort of names and pet names, he took your pussy and puckered hole more times you can count, he licked and rubbed and sucked and bit every inch of your body.
He never dropped his power, though.
“I think it will,” you coo, trying to make it sound inviting for him. “Think about it, you lie here and you let me do all the work, the only thing you’ll do is cum for me. Isn’t that great?”
“Um…” he mutters, “I’m not sure, I like being in control.”
“Well, you’ve never tried it… you make decisions all day, right? You face danger all day, even, isn’t that true? Maybe you’ll find that giving up power is nice. Therapeutic, even.”
He chuckles, not looking at you, but a more relaxed, amused expression appears on his face, his eyes softening.
“Well, your pussy has been therapeutic many times. But I don't know how much it would help me now… control makes me feel safe,” he confesses.
“You can trust me…You know me, I won't do anything you don’t want.”
Silence fills the room for a while. Javi is thinking, you could swear you hear his brain working and considering his options.
He didn’t get hard in the slightest, despite your half naked body ready for him to play with and the both of you are aware this is a problem.
He sighs, dropping his shoulders in resignation. “Okay, let’s try”
“I bet you’ll enjoy this,” you coo, tracing his neck with the pad of your fingers, caressing the soft skin over his pulse point.
“You need a safe word, just in case,” you say and Javi smirks “you’re taking it so seriously.”
“Well, it’s serious, told you I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
His lopsided smile dances on his lips and he replies, “Bogotá.”
“Ok. Finish undressing for me. You can keep your boxers on for now,” you order, taking over the mantle. “Lie down on the bed when you’re done.”
He gets up to undo his pants, under your watchful gaze. He lowers them to his ankles and takes them off, placing them on the chair next to his shirt. Underneath, he’s wearing tight black boxers that accentuate the shape of his cock. It’s still soft but no less imposing. Javi is thick, long, slightly curved to the right, tip darker than the rest of it, a little cute happy trail and a thick bush of dark hair at the base that he keeps neat and trimmed. In two words, downright delicious. One of the most beautiful cocks you’d ever seen. You know it well by now, know every way to drive him crazy.
You know he loves being the center of attention, loves feeling you gurgle around his shaft, you know he always squirms when he feels the back of your throat, and you know every grunt he makes as you suck his tip. You know he loves making you come with his mouth, licking you and fucking you with his tongue while he keeps you trapped on the bed, his hands digging into your thighs. You know he loves hearing you beg for him and call his name, you know he bucks his hips on the bed to relieve himself, too impatient to wait to be inside you, but he always hold back before he explodes because he loves doing that deep inside your pussy, even though he’s wearing a condom, and you'd always been adamant about that. You'd allowed him the extra-thin ones because you, too, love feeling his throbbing veins against your walls.
You know when he’s about to come and his jaw goes slack, his mouth agape, his eyes shut tight and his whole body tense with a last thrust that makes you wail.
You know he loves taking you from behind and play with your tits sometimes, and he loves to suck on your nipples when you’re under him.
He loves making you come over and over again while he presses your toy to your clit and works his way inside you with two or three of his thick fingers, scissoring and rubbing your special spot.
Always in control, always deciding what you two have to do, always taking the lead, aware of your body and what you like.
He’s becoming more than a client to you. You won’t make the mistake of dreaming about something romantic, you don’t really know who he really is outside this brothel. Knowing a person sexually doesn’t mean you are aware of his every nuance. On top of that, you never trusted a cop. He feels quite different from the others though, and you know how much he’s struggling now, the storm raging deep in his chest and you’re more than willing to try to calm him down.
“On all fours, darling,” you order.
Javi looks at you as if you’ve said something crazy, that skeptical eyebrow still cocked.
“What’s the matter? You want to disobey your mistress already?” you challenge him, hands on your hips, your chin proudly raised, your eyes shooting at him.
His jaw tightens, he doesn’t say anything, but you can see on his face how much he doesn’t like being bossed around. He’s a tough nut to crack. But that doesn’t scare you; in fact, you love a challenge.
He reluctantly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself as you commanded.
“Good boy” you beam and his neck snaps, looking back at you, fire in his eyes.
You know he wants to say something but you hold his gaze boldly and he bites back his words.
You can’t deny that you're enjoying teasing him, in fact, you indulge in it, adding, "Pull up that cute little ass, I want to see it properly."
He grunts, bending his elbows on the mattress, lifting his hips.
You hear him mutter, "This is ridiculous," thinking you can't hear him.
But oh, you heard him so well.
“Mmm that attitude needs to be fixed, I think you deserve being spanked,” you tell him “how does that sound?”
He nods, still not quite sure what he's doing.
You move closer to the bed, placing a hand on his ass cheek, caressing it over his boxers, before lifting your palm and letting it fall into a spanking as hard as you can.
“Fuck!” He lets out “this hurt!”
“Wanna use your safe word already?”
“No,” He answers stubbornly. You know he doesn't want to look like a crybaby. He's a tough guy, a cop, he chases criminals.
He can survive a couple of spanks from you.
He tries to change position, lowering his hips a little bit and you scold him “Nuh huh, none of that, stay still for me”
He grumbles in the back of his throat but does what you say.
You wait for the pain to turn into tingling and heat, and then pleasure, before doing it again. The second spank lands harder than the first.
Javi lets out another grunt, gritting his teeth, until his jaw slowly begins to unclench. He's still tense, but less so than before, and he's finally focused on you.
The third spank makes him moan, no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.
“Mmm start liking it, huh?” You gush and he finally falters “maybe… yes”
You giggle at his admission. “I knew that, sweet boy. Let’s see how sore you got”
You slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles, revealing his reddened skin underneath. “It’s not bad, but we can do better.”
You spank him again right after and despite his snarl, he’s getting hard.
You can see his cock swelling and starting to rise and your mouth water.
“Here you go…” you comment grazing it with your fingertips “see? You’re doing so well, baby”
Javi is stiff, not giving away how much he likes it and you’re not surprised. It’s his first time being a sub.
He sees other sex workers, you know that, but you’re pretty sure he’d never done this before.
“I…fuck, yeah, it’s working, give me more”
“Mmm haven’t heard the right word, baby…”
Javi rolls his eyes.
“Go on with this attitude and you’ll get nothing” you cross your arms over your chest, waiting.
“Please…” he mutters.
But you’re not pleased yet.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Please!”
“That’s better” you nod and spank him again.
He moans again, more eager than before. He sounds needy, and you like it.
Beads of sweat are glistening on his back, you bite your lower lips at the thought of how he might taste now.
It’s not time yet, you want him desperate and begging you like he means it.
“You can lie down now,” you order.
His ass cheek is flame red and a little swollen, he groans when he changes position.
Your room is dimly illuminated, it always is, cozy lamps on the side of the bed to create some atmosphere for your clients. You wish it was brighter tonight, too see him better, to catch his every squirm, his every change of expression.
He waits, lying on your sheets, still panting slightly.
“Roll on, now, let me see that pretty cock.”
When he turns you can see how hard he is, his impatient tip is leaking, his veins engorged, you can see him itching for you to touch it, to have some relief.
You smirk, cooing, “aw, look at that, you need some help, baby boy? Want me to take care of your pretty cock?”
He nods and says “Yes. Please.” Good thing he doesn’t dare reach for his cock with his own hand.
“You’re a fast learner. Good.”
You sit on the bed and take his cock. He hisses and you know he’s trying so hard not to buckle his hips, you can feel the tension in his body. You’re stroking him, slowly and gently.
You smile “don’t move, pretty boy. You’re going to take what I give to you. And no more bossy attitude. I’m the boss here, is that clear?”
“Yeah,” he surrenders “it is.”
Javi is finally yours to play with. You lick your lips.
“Where are your handcuffs?”
“Right pocket in my pants.”
You get up and he cries at the loss of your hand on his dick, which makes you smile proudly while taking the restraints out of his pocket.
You return to the bed, holding them with two fingers and swinging them.
“Do you have the key for these?”
“Yeah..” he mutters, already squirming on the bed for what you’re about to do.
“Okay. So, wanna try?”
“I… yes”
“Yes? Think you’re ready?”
“I am… yes”
You smile, reaching for his arms, bringing them above his head, slightly bent so that his wrists are joined. When you handcuff him, Javier shivers at the cold metal closing over his skin.
“Tasting your own medicine, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything but you can see need painted all over his face and his cock is impossibly hard.
You taking full control is arousing for him even if he isn’t saying it out loud.
You’re going to make him. The thrill of the challenge goes straight to your clit, a wave of pleasure runs through you and dampens your panties.
Panties you wore especially for him, lacy and black with a little red bow and a matching bra.
You know he likes them.
His eyes are wandering over your body, they’re darker and filled with lust.
“You look so perfect like this…all nice and ready for me.”
You take back his cock in your hand after spitting on your palm and start stroking him slowly again, making sure to graze every throbbing vein, deliberately avoiding the tip.
Javi twitches, handcuffs clanking, his hips involuntary buckling, biting down hard on his lips to try to hold back his moans.
“Aw let out those pretty sounds, honey,” you purr, speeding up the pace of your hand. “I wanna hear how much you’re liking it.”
His velvety skin slides up and down, lewd and squelching in your hand, his thickness filling it completely.
He looks at you desperately, watery eyes, mouth agape but still silent, until you graze his tip, gathering his precum, smearing it al over his shaft. And then Javi moans. He moans once, twice, three times in a crescendo, sounds bouncing off the walls of your room.
He never moaned before, he grunts, he grumbles, he calls you baby and slut and filthy bunny, sometimes he uses Spanish, but he never moans.
And you’re loving the sound of it.
“Oh baby, look at this pretty cock, all drippy for me, you need your mistress to make you feel better, don’t you?” You beam, pitiful and condescending the exact same way he does with you.
And he begs. “P-please, please make me cum,” his voice cracked and hoarse.
“Mmm not yet, darling…I know, it feels good to be at my mercy, doesn't it? Yeah, look at this mess you’ve made, you’re so wet…but you’re gonna cum when I say it, like a good boy. You wanna be good boy for me, yeah?”
His tip is swollen, red and angry under your touch, as you’re swirling your finger on his slit, spreading precum all over, grazing the underside of his cock from time to time, pumping him so fast you’re pretty sure he’s on the edge.
You lower your face and kitten lick his slit and Javi whines so hard you get even more wet, panties ruined, the material stuck to your folds that reveals the shape of your pussy.
You stop right before he cums and he whines, he whines like a baby who lost his favorite toy.
“Told you it wasn’t time yet, honey” you shrug and he grumbles. You giggle, caressing his sweaty cheek “awww baby, don’t be upset, you just have to wait a little bit, you know. You don’t want me to stop playing with you, right? Tell me if you do.”
He pushes a “no” out of his lips, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you want more, I knew it… give me a kiss”
You lower towards him and gently leave a peck on his lips, before diving in and pulling him into a deeper kiss, his neck craned, his body shivering asking for more attention. His mustache deliciously rubs your upper lip, his tongue frantically search for yours, your lips perfectly fitted together.
He tastes like smoke and whiskey and something uniquely his that always makes your knees feel like jelly.
He’s so good at kissing.
Many men are too hasty, some suck too much, bite too much, drool too much. He does none of that. His lips are slightly chapped sometimes but still inviting, luscious and incredibly skilled.
With him, kissing has become one of your favorite foreplays, and it never was before.
You break the kiss to look at him, his eyes are shiny, the crease between his eyebrows is deeper, his lower lip trembles to have you back as he mutters “why?”
“Because… my pretty boy…” you smirk, your hand yanking at the hair on the base of his neck, “I got a nice a idea.”
He looks pretty pathetic at the moment and you’ve never seen him this way before but it’s so pleasing, as much as you love him being a dom.
You take off your panties and throw them next to him, then stand on the bed, straddling him. Javi is confused, not knowing what to expect. At the same time, he can't take his eyes off your wet pussy. You wink at him and whisper, "You're going to enjoy this," before advancing towards his face.
A glimmer of realization lights up his eyes, and he smiles saying “yeah… pretty sure about it.”
You lower your hips until they're an inch from his face, your naked pussy just above his lips and nose. "Say you want nothing more than my pussy. Say you’re my slut tonight.”
"I-," he hesitates, his domming part still resurfacing “I want…”
“What? Say it out loud,” you instruct him.
“I want nothing more than your pussy, please. I’m your slut tonight,” he says it all in one breath, a frown on his face, perhaps afraid you might have second thoughts. You don't think he's ashamed of being submissive anymore, not when he's so close to your cunt, not when it's practically dripping all over him and a small flick of his tongue would be enough to taste you. It's funny, now he sees it as a reward when all the other times he'd order you and you'd silently comply.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie, you’re such a good puppy,” you praise him, smiling mischievously.
A second later, you lower yourself, covering his face.
His tongue doesn't wait, darting out and beginning to greedily lick your folds.
“Fuck! Your tongue was made for this” you purr, in absolute ecstasy.
His mustache tickles your skin so deliciously, offering extra stimulation, and now it’s your turn to moan loudly. He feels so divine, you can’t help it.
He licks down your slit and moves up again to your clit, taking it into his mouth.
You would love for him to take a handful of your ass but he can’t and judging by the way he’s wiggling his tied up wrists he wishes he could touch you more than anything. Seeing him struggle is hot. You peek behind your back for a moment and his cock is still hard as a rock, leaking profusely. Your mouth waters at the sight, eager to put it back between your lips.
“Jesus…” you breath at him sucking on your clit, his lips sealed on your bundle of nerves, he grunts against it, sending a wave of pleasure through your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
Your hands are anchored to the headboard, your hips rocking into his face, pressing down, his nose soaked in your juices, his whiskers glistening, your essence sliding down his chin.
“Just like that, puppy, keep going - GOD - make your mistress proud.”
His eyes are closed but you can tell he’s so focused on you now, like nothing else.
You knew you had some tricks up your sleeve and they’re working perfectly.
His tongue is now fucking your dripping hole.
“That’s what you needed, huh? You needed my pussy to make you feel better?”
He groans against you and you tease him even more “yeah, I know, darling and it’s - FUCK - it’s your lucky day, cause I’m thinking about taking your cock back in my mouth since you started.”
You detach from him to turn around, getting rid of your bra, wantonly whispering “yeah, we’re gonna make a 69 out of this” and the way he cries at the loss of you makes you even more eager.
He’s so enthralled by you he can’t even reply, he just whines and moans pathetically.
He now has your puckered hole on full display along with your pussy and you know he couldn’t have asked for any better.
He gets to use his mouth again, lustfully swiping between your two holes, his flat tongue lapping at both, your hips swaying just right, pushing into his face.
You lean to take his cock back into your mouth, moaning on his shaft, taking as much as you can in, just the way you know he likes it, gurgling a bit until your jaw adjusts and his tip is hitting the back of your throat, your nose grazing at his bush.
He’s a whimpering mess, the metallic sound of the handcuffs has grown louder, he's so desperate to touch you that for a moment you consider freeing him. You miss his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving bruises that you chuckle at in the mirror the next day.
But not yet. Thinking of this, you raise yourself slightly, holding his cock at the base with one hand, sucking the pre-cum from its tip, one of your hands caressing his balls, gently squeezing them, your nipples grazing his tummy and giving you that extra thrill that’s making your head light.
He’s thrusting his tongue into you as you drip all over his face.
Your orgasm builds in your lower tummy, you’re right on the edge as he’s rimming your puckered hole and then he reaches your clit again and that’s what sends you in a rapture.
You cum so hard your voice cracks as you wail and push your hips down into his face.
He doesn’t stop, licking your folds, guiding you through your peak, your whole body shaking against him, your hands fisting at the sheets underneath you.
“God… this was so fucking hot,” you moan, trying to regain your normal breath, lying down on his lap, your cheek resting on his leg.
He stays quiet for a while, just waiting for you to calm down, your fingers lazily drawing circles on his hairy thigh.
“Please…” he begs “please make me cum, please.”
“Aw, darling” you purr, before reaching for his cock again, running your tongue over his throbbing veins. “You wanna cum so badly, aren’t you? Wanna cum in my mouth, pumpkin?”
He just mumbles with a throaty voice “pussy… p-please” and you giggle “that’s what I thought”
You reach for his pants again, rummaging through his pockets for the key and return to the bed to remove the handcuffs. His wrists are red and his arms must be numb. When you remove them, he rubs his wrists, letting out a small groan of pain.
"Poor little thing, you were so good...” taking his wrists and kissing them.
“You deserve a reward," you concede, leaning closer and licking the tip of his nose. You take a condom from your drawer and open the wrapper. Javi looks at you impatiently, hungrily, full of desire. You expertly unroll it over his still hard cock.
“Here you go baby, now move behind me, I want you to fuck me in doggy…your favorite.”.
Javi immediately gets up, settling into the position you ordered and finally his hands fly to your hips, gripping them, as he lines up with your entrance, your pussy fluttering right before his eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful” he says, almost barking.
“Show me how good you are, pretty boy,” you tease.
He pushes the tip in, starting to stretch you out, inch by inch, even though you're so wet he could fit in one quick thrust.
He usually makes you beg, because he knows how much you love feeling him sink slowly inside you, feeling his shaft stretching you and your hole welcoming him, swallowing him whole.
You feel his hips shaking with need until he can’t hold it back anymore and he buckles into you, making you gasp when his tip hits your gummy spot, the one that always makes you see stars.
“Christ…” you moan “move. Move for your mistress, baby, fuck me hard”
And he does. He starts to roll his hips, reaching your special spot again and again, thrusting into you so deeply only moans are coming out of your mouth.
“I need to feel your tits, please, please I need it so bad” he asks, not smugly, not cocky, just softly as a puppy who begs for his prize.
You get up, your back against his sweaty chest, as he immediately grabs at your breasts, filling his palms and starting to knead.
“Holy fuck, yes, yes baby, touch me, play with my nipples” you urge.
His fingers pull and pinch and twist your hardened buds, while his cock keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuck me, Javi, come deep in my pussy.”
He lets out an animalistic growl and one of his hands flies to your clit and starts flicking it, while the other one keeps feasting on your tit.
“You’re gripping me so hard…” he moans and bites down on your skin, leaving a mark where your neck and shoulders meet.
“It’s so fucking good… so good for me, baby mmm cum for me.”
He’s been holding back so much he explodes as soon as you give him permission and you can feel his cock twitch hard inside you, his tips kissing that spot again and another orgasm mounts in you as he spams desperately into your soaking wet pussy.
“I’m about to come…” you rasp and his hand keeps working on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipple and his cock ruts into you until you clamp down on him like you’re trying to choke his cock, your juices running down his length and onto his balls.
You collapse down on the bed, out of breath, exhausted, his weight pressing you against the mattress, his dick still deep inside you.
He pulls out and sits up to carefully remove the condom, ties it up, and throws it in the wastebasket next to the nightstand.
“Come back to me, pumpkin” you whine “hold me tight.”
He does, pulling you close and embracing you, your head resting on his chest as he strokes your hair and leaves little kisses on your forehead.
You stay like this until you come down completely from your peak, and his chest stops rising and falling rapidly beneath your head.
“So, what do you think? Is it that bad to be my sub?”
“No, I have to admit…it was nice… and it helped, my head is clear now…only full of your pussy…” he jokes.
Whatever problem he had is so far away from him right now and you couldn’t be more happy.
You laugh, raising your eyes to meet his.
His face is relaxed and he’s smiling beautifully.
“You should smile more often, it looks good on you” you tell him softly, stretching your neck to kiss him.
He chuckles right on your lips. “Maybe I should, at least when I’m with you.”
You don't know what the two of you are, you don't know what you feel right now, and you don't want to analyze it, label it, and ask for more than you can get from him.
You are sure of one thing, though. Javi is a man of few words, always has been, but you know how to get him to say the right ones.
If anyone can turn Javier mfucking Peña into a sub it’s you, V! And you did!!! And you did it brilliantly!!🥵🥵🥵👏👏👏
I mean that man SCREAMS dom, right??
…kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
And he didn’t want to lose control. When he opened up why and showed his vulnerability it made me tear up🥺
control makes me feel safe," he confesses.
But reader knew, felt want he needed. As always with your dom readers I immediately was infatuated with her😍 she can dom me any day and I won’t fight it🤭🫠🫠🫠
"Mmm not yet, darling...I know, it feels good to be at my mercy, doesn't it? Yeah, look at this mess you've made, you're so wet...but you're gonna cum when I say it, like a good boy. You wanna be good boy for me, yeah?"
Her dirty talk?!!! Ahhhhhh
The way she made Javi submit, gently but with a firm hand on his ass🤭🤭 the spanking, the restraints, the edging omg she’s so hottttt😩🤤🤤🤤 and the 69?! The smut was incredible and it turned me into a puddle🫠 Javi and I didn’t have a chance😩
"I need to feel your tits, please, please I need it so bad" he asks, not smugly, not cocky, just softly as a puppy who begs for his prize.
Javi pleading is a sight!! Omg so so hot!! 🥵🥵🥵
Thank you for this delicious treat, baby!! I can never get enough of your sub boys, dom readers and your hot writing in general♥️♥️♥️
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Thank you so much for your help and for always being so adorable, I love you so much 🥰
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Joel visiting Sarah in Italy and having a meet cute (still untitled) - requested by @isabellaboo2025
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Summary: Mr Miller teaches his son how to satisfy you orally.
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, age gap, soft!Joel, Mr Miller being a consent king as always, slight degradation of your bf, cuckolding, competency kink, praise kink, F!ORAL and Joel takes👏his👏time👏, fingering, spitting, tongue-fucking, rimming, squirting, mention of anal, multiple orgasms, mention of m!oral, pussy pronouns, lil bit of hurt/comfort, aftercare, swearing, food consumption. Not adding one tag to keep it a surprise🤫
Word count: 9,4k (srry😬 grab a drink)
A/n: I’ve been blown away by your love for Let me teach you, my sweet freaks🥹 Pt 2 wouldn’t exist if not for you screaming in the comments! Tysm for your kind words!! Special thank you’s and hugs to @priscillamiller88 and @mysterialee for their hot ideas!🙏 Lots of kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing the story and for giving me priceless advice. ILY!!♥️
I worked hard on this filth lol and I hope you all will enjoy it💋 Dividers by me and @/saradika-graphics
Pt 1 - Let Me Teach You || MASTERLIST
‘My boyfriend’s dad was teaching us anal and fucked me so well, now I want more. How do I make it happen??’
You won’t find a story like this on Reddit. And hell, you almost posted it yourself, looking for advice. Yes, you’re that desperate.
After Mr Miller showed Jack how to make anal pleasurable for you, all your thoughts are about the older man. His hands caressing your body, his lips on your tight butthole, his tongue breaching your ring and gently licking in, his cock slowly sinking into your virginal ass, at the same time dissolving the boundaries of what’s appropriate between your boyfriend’s dad and you. How can you be ok with that unforgettable experience staying a one time thing when Joel looks, smells, fucks like that? You’re obsessed and want more but, to your chagrin, Mr Miller has been acting like nothing happened.
“Night, sweetheart” — that was the only thing he told you the next time you saw each other after the ‘lesson’. He came home from work, went up to his bedroom and that was it.
‘How’s your ass?’ Can you walk alright? Want me to fuck you again?’ None of that. Did that night mean nothing to him? Is there even a tiny part of him (or a big part like his cock) that wants to touch you, feel you, penetrate you again? Your heart tightens with frustration and hurt every time he does not do any of those things. You are devastated and horny.
Jack on the other hand is fine. He didn’t dump you. More than that, he seems even happier. He finally got what he wanted — your lovely ass. You were surprised to see that he had really been listening to Mr Miller and when you two finally had anal, he was careful and considerate. He asked you questions, noticed the slightest tension in your body and paused when you needed it.
With your butt up in the air, Jack slowly taking you from behind in your ‘most vulnerable place’ (his dad’s words), you close your eyes and imagine Mr Miller fucking you instead. Joel’s cock is thicker and longer than Jack’s, his hands bigger, his presence more dominant but you have a powerful imagination and with the help of a magic combo - your memories of that night and your fingers on your clit you come easily and with a loud cry. You don’t hide your noises in the softness of the pillow, you hope Mr Miller hears you and feels jealous.
A few weeks have passed and Joel treats you the same way - he’s polite, sweet but distant. You keep pining and picturing him while being in bed with his son. A dick is a dick after all. Besides, what if you dump Jack? You have a terrifying feeling that you’ll never see Mr Miller again. After that amazing night when he busted deep into your ass he didn’t sweep you off your feet, his truck didn’t drive you away into the sunset. He didn’t even bend you over a bathroom sink during a clandestine rendezvous. No, he stayed your boyfriend’s dad. Who fucked your ass that one time.
That lesson won’t be the last! you promise yourself, half listening to Jack gushing about a new game he’s been playing. You have to be clever and work out a plan on how to get into Mr Miller’s pants. And Jack will have to help you.
You roll onto your back and bat your lashes at your boyfriend. You two have just had anal which Jack loves more than anything now so his eyes are hazy, a smile plastered on his flushed face. It looks like he was in heaven just a second ago so while he’s completely ass-drunk, you decide to act.
Jack plops on the bed by your side, breathing heavily, still grinning. You cuddle up to him, place your head on his shoulder and give him a few moments to catch his breath. Then you kiss his neck and purr,
“Honey, remember how your dad… you know.. taught us this?”
Jack’s whole body tenses up.
“How could I forget?” He deadpans.
“Yeah it was …a lot,” you giggle, gliding your palm over his hairless chess. “Crazy night. But he gave us awesome advice, right? And now we both love anal.”
“Yeah,” Jack agrees, a dopey smile spreading on his face again.
“So I was wondering.. maybe he can help us with something else?”
“Baby..,” Jack’s voice rumbles as he’s sitting up, making you slide off him. He rests his back against the headboard and you sit up, too, your naked tits on full display. For a stronger effect. Jack immediately fixates on them, his eyes darting between your nipples while you pout and say,
“You wanted anal, right? And look how happy it makes you now. I want something, too.”
“What’s that?” He asks your tits.
You bite your lip and squeeze your boobs between your arms, fast-freezing his brain.
“I want your dad to teach you how to eat me.”
A few long moments pass. Then Jack flinches and his gaze slowly travels up to your face. His brows furrow.
“You always said you didn’t like oral.”
You don’t reply, just stare at your boyfriend, letting him get there by himself. It takes him no less than ten seconds.
“Ohhhh,” he exhales, “so I suck at it?”
You scoot closer to him, rushing to reassure him before his fragile ego shutters into a million pieces.
“Nooo, you are not, you’re good! it’s a me-problem. But also… maybe you can do something differently.” NOT SUCK AT SUCKING PUSSY, you think but say the following,
“Maybe Jo— your dad could help us with it.”
Jack crosses his arms and stares in front of himself, side-eying you from time to time.
“You really want my dad to eat you?”
I want your dad to ruin all my holes and drown me in his cum!!!! You want to say but instead shrug nonchalantly.
“Just want our sex life to be perfect.”
Jack pushes out his lower lip, his chest rising and falling quickly. You know him well enough to realize that in a second he’s going to say ‘no’.
Before your boyfriend opens his mouth, you square your shoulders and glare at him. The softness in your voice is gone, replaced by threatening defiance.
“If you say ‘no’, Jack, you will never fuck my ass again.”
Yeah, you blackmailed your boyfriend into letting his dad eat you out, so what? What’s important is that your threat worked and now the three of you are sitting at the kitchen table in the Millers’ house, having dinner all together like a one happy fucked up family.
“Mr Miller,” you start timidly, watching the older man devour his burger. It’s a takeout from his favorite place. You can’t cook for shit but your mom always says that ‘a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ and you hope that the food you bought for him will facilitate the conversation.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Joel asks between bites. The way his jaws are working while he’s chewing makes you all hot and bothered. As well as his broad muscular shoulders straining a black home t-shirt. Your panties are already wet.
Jack isn’t looking at any of you, tense and quiet, he’s staring at his burger like it owes him money.
“Jack and I were wondering…,” you start. “You helped us so much last time.”
Joel glances up at you and hums, not pausing the chewing, so you continue.
“And we thought.. ehm… maybe you can help us again?”
Mr Miller quickly gulps down his bite and glares at his son,
“Goddamnit, Jack! You still can’t hit it properly? I explained everything in detail!”
“Nonono!” You shake your head, palms raised, quickly reassuring the man before Jack opens his mouth and starts arguing. “In anal department… all good. Thank you again.”
Joel’s face and tone softens when he looks at you. “You sure, baby? He treats you well?”
“Yes,” you smile, melting under his warm eyes. “He does and I love everything except…”
Jack shifts in his chair, chewing the inside of his cheek. Joel places his burger on the plate to give you his full attention but only after sucking the sauce off his thumb and making your mind short circuit for a few moments. You finally compose yourself and say carefully,
“There's something else I’d like Jack to learn.”
“What’s that? How to find a well-paid job?” Joel barks a laugh and you giggle.
“That would be nice.” Your smile falls as soon as Jack throws you a glare.
“No.” You drop your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Embarrassment and fear grips you. What if he laughs at you? What if he says no? Oh to hell with it! You want Mr Miller’s mouth on you too much to chicken out now.
“I have trouble.. reaching the … the.. destination,” you widen your eyes, hoping Joel will understand what you mean. “When Jack ehm…when he orally... you know ..”
Your boyfriend’s dad leans forward, placing his meaty forearms on the table, and searches for your eyes.
“You can’t come when he eats you out?”
Your cheeks and neck burn as you nod, your heart racing in your chest.
Mr Miller nods with understanding, not a glint of surprise in his expression.
“I see. So you two need my help?”
Jack freezes, burning a hole with his eyes in the burger. You sigh,
“Yes. I.. we would really appreciate it. Unless—,” you hurry to add, “you don’t want to. I know some men don’t like going down on a woman.”
“Yeah, those men are called losers,” Joel adds with a chuckle and looks at Jack. His eyes narrow as he asks his son,
“You ok with it?”
You stop breathing.
If Jack ruins this for you…?! Your boyfriend is staring at his dad, probably surprised that someone asked his opinion. Before he ruins your plan you raise your brow and use all of your telepathic powers to remind him — ‘No ass for you if you fuck it up!’ Jack blinks at you for a few seconds and then mumbles,
“Yeah, totally.”
You quietly let out a sigh of relief and look at Mr Miller.
“Ok. I’ll help, son, don’t worry.”
“I don’t worry about shit,” Jack grumbles but you don’t hear him. Joy is filling your heart, your pussy throbs.
“Whenever you have time, Mr Miller. No rush,” you chirp, barely containing your excitement.
“Let me finish this delicious burger and I’m all yours, sweetie,” Joel says with a smile and takes a big bite.
For the first time in your life you’re in Mr Miller’s bedroom. He insisted on delivering the lesson in his bed this time, claiming that Jack’s was too small and creaky. You didn’t protest. Everything in this room smells and feels like ‘a man’. Strong and reliable. It’s clean and modestly furnished. No lying around socks and shorts like in Jack’s room, no neon lights that make your head ache, only natural wood, golden lighting and quiet colours. The place is decorated with Mr Miller’s carvings, standing on the shelves and the desk. Their craftsmanship fills your heart with warmth.
Sitting on Joel’s sturdy bed, your back against the headboard, you wonder if it would be hard to make it shake. You’d happily take on the challenge.
“It’s so comfy, Mr Miller!” You gush, bouncing a little on the soft mattress.
“A field that has rested gives a bountiful crop, right?” Joel says, smiling proudly, hands on the hips. “Bed is the most important thing in a house.” He tells you that he’s made the frame himself and this fact makes butterflies swirl in your belly.
Joel sits down on the bed facing you and the mattress dips under his heavy weight.
“Jack!!!” He shouts and you glare at the door, wondering what's taking your boyfriend so long. You realize what when you hear wheels rolling on the wooden floor. Jack appears in the doorway, pushing his gaming chair in front of him.
“Jesus. I have a stool right here, son.” Joel nods at one in the corner. He probably made it, too, you think, creaming your panties.
“Ain’t gonna sit on your stupid stool,” Jack grumbles, stopping at the foot of the bed, and takes his cuck throne.
“You won’t see shit from there. Roll over here.” Joel points his finger at the place on the opposite side of the bed and Jack begrudgingly does what his father told him.
Ugh! Can you better roll the fuck away from here? you think, glaring at your annoying boyfriend, and then smile at Joel when he turns to you.
“Ready to start, darlin’?”
You melt from this new pet name and croak ‘yes’. You should feel more confident than the first time but nerves start churning your stomach. What if Jack ruins it? What if Mr Miller decides it’s too much? With panicky thoughts flooding your mind you sit up and start unzipping your jean shorts.
“Woah, not so fast, baby,” Joel gently stops you with his hand on yours and you drop your arms at the sides, blinking at him. Your smile fades away. He doesn’t want you naked?
“Sorry, Mr Miller,” you mumble, closing the zipper, your eyes downcast. Joel pinches your chin and makes you look at him.
“It’s ok, sweetie. We’ll get there. I just need you to wait a little.”
You breathe out an ‘ok’, getting lost in his chocolatey eyes. Your core is simmering, pussy aching for the man in front of you. A good girlfriend in you hopes that Jack won’t notice what his father’s doing to your body and heart but a needy slut in you doesn’t give a flying fuck.
Mr Miller looks at Jack and you take a deep breath, grateful for a respite from his hot stare.
"Speakin' of anal, what's the most important thing, son?"
"Consent."
"Yes and..?"
"Prep."
"Good. Very good." Joel nods and Jack's chest expands. Is it a smile you see on your boyfriend's face? Pfff. Someone's happy to receive daddy’s praise.
"Now what about oral?" Joel continues.
Your boyfriend rubs his neck.
"Mmm.. don't know.. tongue?"
"Yeah, can't do without," Joel chuckles. "But in my experience...," he turns to you, "— it's anticipation."
His intent gaze warms up your skin, his raspy voice seeps into the deepest parts of you, as he speaks, "When you two are out and about— bar, movies, Trader Joe's, wherever, do this."
Mr Miller sits closer to you and leans in. His hot breath licks at your ear, his scent, masculine and enticing, makes your head spin, but what turns you into a puddle is his soft words,
"Can't wait to have you to myself tonight and taste your little pussy."
Your lips part, you take a sharp breath, liquid fire floods your lower belly as blood rushes to your core.
Mr Miller pulls back a little and tilts his head to observe your face.
"See?" He says to Jack while his gaze is on you.
"Her breathing quickens, her eyes get hazy. She's gonna be thinkin' about it all day. Picturin' you eatin' her out over and over."
You're trying to control your expression, your burning up body, your tingling center but Joel's effect on you is undeniable. You're nothing but a horny mess right now.
"Why not start the foreplay hours before, right?" the older man glances at his son. "Don't yap on and on about it, of course, it'll get annoyin' but one more phrase s'fine.. something like..." Mr Miller lifts his big hand to your face, gently cups your cheek and says, "Wanna feel you drip on my tongue so damn much."
Fuck! Good thing you're sitting because your knees would definitely buckle and you'd collapse on the floor right this second. His voice, both velvet and gruff, and the things he's saying with that voice are affecting you in a way you've never experienced before. You could come just listening to his dirty talk, breathing in his heady scent, sensing the heat of his huge body crushing against your skin like a powerful wave.
Joel's next question, quiet, only for your ears, might as well be a headshot.
"Is it workin'? You gettin' wet, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," you rasp and clear your throat.
"Good," Joel reacts with a warm smile. "Now could you take your shorts off for me and lie down? Let's start."
It feels like a wet dream — Mr Miller and your boyfriend sitting fully clothed in the room with you, while your shorts are on the floor, only lacy panties and a crop top covering your trembling body. You’re already shaking like a leaf with anticipation and need, Mr Miller’s words ringing in your ears - ‘Wanna feel you drip on my tongue.’ Fuckkkkkkkk
“S’ok if I position you how I want?” Joel asks you softly and you nod, hiding your shaky voice.
With gentle hands the older man bends your legs and places your feet on the bed quilt, spreading them but not too much. You feel like a fuck doll in his big skilful hands, small and powerless. It makes your core pucker.
Joel’s palm playfully squeezes your knee as he asks Jack,
“She tells you what to do when you go down on ‘er?”
“Mm, no.”
“Why don’t you guide him, sweetie?”
Both of them are looking at you so you press your thighs together and mumble, fumbling with the hem of your top,
“I— don’t wanna be rude I guess? And also… I don’t really know what I like.”
Joel shakes his head.
“Nothin’ rude about it, baby. It’s your pleasure. It’s important. And how come you don’t know? Never had it done well?”
“Not really,” you admit, glancing up at Joel.
“What the fuck?!” Jack jumps up in his chair, gripping the armrests. “What about that time on Christmas Eve? You were moaning and stuff. You came.”
You squirm on the bed, your back getting sweaty.
“Yeah… it was good.”
“Good?!” Jack squeals. “Clearly more than just good!”
“Hey! Shut it!” Joel gruffs and points his thick index finger at his son. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at ‘er! You need to be listenin’ and learnin’!”
Secretly taking pleasure in the way Mr Miller is scolding Jack, you avoid your boyfriend’s glare and focus on a sexy vein that’s bulging on Joel’s neck.
The older man turns to you and asks softly, his head cocked to the side,
“You faked it, sweetie?”
You sigh and nod.
“Fucking hell,” Jack curses and throws his arms. Joel flashes him another fiery glare before taking your hand in his. He’s all warmth and care when he addresses you.
“Thank you for openin’ up, darlin’. Promise me you’ll never ever fake it again, not with me, not with anyone else. Your enjoyment is worth more than any man’s ego. Demand it.”
Your heart skips a beat and then proceeds making somersaults in your belly while Joel talks.
“Today I need you to be honest with me, to show me how it really feels. Can you do that for me.. for us, baby?”
“I’ll try.” You’re melting from Joel’s huge hand wrapped around yours, his kind eyes looking at you like you’re the most precious person in the universe.
“Good girl.” Mr Miller gives you a warm smile and licks his lower lip. You’d do anything to lick it too but Jack’s right here and you have to be in control of your desires.
Of course you fail immediately as Joel’s next words set your whole body on fire.
“Is it ok if I touch your pussy over the panties now. As a little warm up.”
You can’t reply fast enough.
“Yes, Mr Miller.”
You glance at Jack who’s blinking quickly at his dad like a dummy. Joel doesn’t give him any attention and instead reaches for the apex of your thighs. You open them wider to accommodate his wide palm which soon covers your clothed center. The heat of Joel’s skin seeps through the thin lace and your pussy starts purring like a cat in the sun. Mr Miller’s hand is pleasantly heavy and you buck your hips, meeting his touch, hungry for more pressure.
The older man lets out a little laugh.
“So eager. She always this impatient?” He asks Jack, not looking at him, and your boyfriend just hums. You desperately need him to keep his mouth shut so you could forget that he’s in the room. You want to drown in Mr Miller’s caress.
“Don’t give it to her right away. Play with her,” Joel teaches his son while his fingers petting your pussy lips, still over your underwear. You clasp the quilt with your fists and clench your teeth, keeping yourself from grabbing Mr Miller’s arm and grinding against it like a dog in heat.
“Light touches for now.” While Joel’s teasing you, you’re mesmerized by his veiny hand massaging your cunt. He’s just started and you’re already a hot mess.
As always attentive to every twitch of your body, every expression on your face, Joel smirks,
“I reckon I can make you come like this, huh? Would you like that, darlin’?”
You open your mouth to agree but Jack interrupts you.
“Why? Thought we were learning oral.”
What the fuck is your problem?! you scream in your head, boring a hole in your boyfriend’s face, but don’t dare argue with him. What if he storms out and disrupts ‘the lesson’?
Thankfully Mr Miller handles him. He turns to his son and replies, annoyance thick in his tone as if he’s explaining what two plus two is.
“Look at ‘er. She’s trembling thanks to your tantrum, her nerves so on edge she’ll come the moment I lick ‘er. And where’s a challenge in that? Where’s the lesson? So sit tight, grab a damn drink if you want and let me do what I need.”
Jack scoffs and his dad turns to you.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Want a release?”
“Yeah, it’d be nice,” you mutter, trying to sound normal and not feral and horny. Joel smiles and starts rubbing your clit over the panties with a pad of his thumb. His voice seems distant now, his caresses bringing you on cloud nine.
“Don’t get how eatin’ this one can be a problem, son. She came hard for me last time. And that was anal which ain’t a walk in the park for no one. Lookit, she’s drippin’. So receptive to my touch.”
He’s right. Your pussy is a waterfall under Joel’s praise and caress, the lace under his finger glistening with your slick. The man hums approvingly at the wetness, coating his skin.
Jack clears his throat, reminding you that he’s still in the room, and says louder than usual so you’d hear him through the fog in your mind,
“Maybe she can’t come ‘cause she gets too much in her head? She said so herself. Not my fault.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” Joel retorts. “Who’s doin’ the eatin’? Fuckin’ Pope? If she can’t come, it’s on you. If she’s in her head, it’s on you.”
Mr Miller’s telling his son off while his fingers are stimulating your lace-covered clit, his free hand on your knee. With your mouth slack, your eyes hazy, you're watching him bring you to your first orgasm of the night.
“Don’t let her think, make her feel,” the older man continues, calmer now. “Tell ‘er how beautiful she is, how pretty her pussy is.”
He looks at you now with his gaze bursting with adoration. “Your pussy is just so pretty, baby.”
You smile at each other and like that, drowning in his beautiful dark eyes, you come for the first time tonight, whimpering and writhing on Mr Miller’s bed while he keeps kneading your pussy with his hand, giving you more ecstasy.
“See?” Mr Miller says to Jack through heavy breathing. “Didn’t even take her panties off.”
“Congrats,” your boyfriend grunts but you don’t hear any of them. You’re panting, heart eyes set on Joel, a drunk smile on your face, forever a fan of the shuddering orgasms your boyfriend’s dad gives you.
“Get ‘er some water,” Joel tells his son who begrudgingly gets up and drags his feet out of the room.
While he’s away Mr Miller assesses your state, his eyes intent, his thumb rubbing your kneecap. When your breathing returns to normal he says softly,
“I usually get on the floor but my left knee’s givin’ me grief this week. S’ok if I lie down on the bed, sweetheart?”
“Sure, Mr Miller,” you say quietly, hiding jealousy in your answer after hearing that ‘usually’. Your heart pangs, wishing you were the only one he tastes.
Joel carefully settles between your legs, glancing up at you as if you were an easily spooked little animal. Probably because of your widened eyes — before asking him at the back of your mind you couldn’t believe that your boyfriend’s dad would really agree to another lesson.
You chew on your lower lip, watching him get comfortable. The bed is big but he still has to hang his legs over the edge. The sight of Mr Miller’s broad shoulders spreading your thighs, his ass hugged by the grey sweatpants, his handsome face hovering over your pussy makes you gush so generously, you’re wondering if you’re leaking out of your panties.
“Make sure she’s comfortable,” Joel says to Jack after he returns and you quickly down a glass of water. The older man’s gaze slowly crawls over your body, from your clothed center to your face. As your eyes lock, the spark you felt in Jack’s room between Mr Miller and you ignites brighter.
“All good, darlin’?” His voice is low as if there’s only you and him in the room. Ughh, you wish.
“Yes, Mr Miller.”
Then he addresses Jack.
“You should be comfortable, too. Eatin’ takes time. You shouldn’t rush, just like with anal, but the reason is different.”
Joel’s staring at his son, his head hovering over your heat, his hands absentmindedly gliding over your spread thighs.
Jack fights it for a few moments but when you make big eyes at him he caves in,
“What reason, dad?”
Joel smiles and leans his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh, sending chills through your whole body. “You love blow jobs, yes, Jack?”
Your brows shoot up; you don’t often hear a father ask his son this question. You try to suppress a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s jaw drop.
“Right?” Joel pushes and his son hums in agreement.
Joel’s eyes find yours and he gently rubs your thigh with his stubble, “Bet you do. Her beautiful lips wrapped around your cock, her eyes teary with how big you’re. She’s moanin’ and suckin’ you off. She moans for you. To let you know how good she’s feelin’, how much she’s enjoyin’ your cock. So do the same. Moan for her. Show her how delicious her little pussy is. It’ll drive her crazy.”
While he’s talking, your mind is drawing these images he’s putting in your head, but it’s not Jack’s cock you’re picturing, it’s his father’s. Thick and long, oozing precum for you to lick off, his heavy balls tickling your chin, then resting on your tongue. Ahhhhhh, how much you want to give him head!!
“Can I kiss ‘er?” Joel’s question makes you wake up and flinch. You look at him quizzically.
“Your pussy, sweetheart. Can I give her some kisses?”
Oh! You start bobbing your head like a Funko pop toy.
A gasp falls from your lips when Mr Miller leans down and presses his plush lips to your soaked panties. With your mouth agape you’re watching your boyfriend’s dad pepper kisses over your lace-clad pussy, your oversensitive clit, sending electricity to your core.
“Mr..Millerrrrr,” you mewl and moan when Joel darts his tongue out and licks you over the fabric.
“Hmm?” He doesn’t stop, his eyes closed, his lashes flickering over his rosy cheekbones, his lips moving with determination.
You stutter, “Shhh— should I take my panties off?”
“Jus’ a second.” The older man peers up at you, a mischievous glint flashing in his blown out eyes, and sucks in your wetness through your panties. Shittttttt
He smacks his lips savoring the taste of you and groaning as you’re shaking under his big hands and hot mouth, desperately wanting your underwear gone. You need his tongue on your unclothed bare naked pussy NOW!! or you’ll die, so you break into pleading,
“Mr Miller, please, let me take my panties off. I want… we need Jack to see better, yeah?”
Joel stops and lifts his head.
“Right.” His face is serious as if he really bought your bullshit argument but then he winks at you.
Joel hooks his thumbs under your panties and you, thanking all the gods, lift your hips so he could slowly, too fucking slowly, guide them over your ass. He slides the wet garment down your legs, takes them off and lovingly puts them on the bed by your naked butt.
“Now may I help you… so Jack could see everything, yes, darlin’?”
You nod with a smile and Joel glides his calloused palms over your inner thighs, spreading your legs as wide as they would go. Your bent leg is resting on the bed now, and he helps you to put the other one on his broad shoulder. Your pussy blooms for him, cold air licks at your exposed wet clit and leaking hole. You shiver as both men are staring at your pussy — Mr Miller’s gaze full of hunger, Jack’s — full of terror.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this. Again,” your boyfriend mumbles and your heart stops for a second. What if Mr Miller pities his son and takes a u-turn away from your needy pussy?
To your immense relief, Joel rolls his eyes at his son.
“Your woman wants you to learn, Jack. Don’t be a sourpuss and watch how to treat this pussy right. Do you have a good view?” He adds, glancing at the younger man.
You can hear Jack grinding his teeth, see him gripping the armrests of his gaming chair, but the access to your ass is on the line for him so he swallows his complaints and grumbles,
“The best.”
Mr Miller nods and his eyes return to your pussy, served to him nice and hot. Or rather wet and throbbing. He groans at the sight.
A part of you wants to cover your pathetically needy cunt but it’s a tiny and silly part. You can easily ignore it while the rest of you is screaming for an opportunity to be eye-fucked like this.
“Beautiful,” Mr Miller says to your cunt and lifts his eyes to show you his sincerity. “May I touch her, sweetie?”
‘Of course’ falls from your lips the next second. Joel doesn’t make you wait. One of his hands slithers from your inner thigh to your center. He makes a V with his middle and index finger and rubs your puffy labia. He takes a sharp breath while you’re panting like a dog.
“Oh, baby,” Joel coos, his puppy eyes trained on your pussy, his fingers moving up and down, making your engorged lips stretch. “Look how swollen and wet she is. Been playin’ with you for too long?”
You hastily shake your head, hating to worry him. “No, Mr Miller. I’m just … too excited.”
The man’s face lights up, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes.
“Would hate to hurt you, darlin’. I get carried away sometimes. I’ll kiss it better.”
Quick on his promise, Joel leans down and plants an open mouth kiss to your naked pussy lip and then the other.
Fuck.
Me.
Senseless.
Your hole is clenching like crazy, your breathing hitches, your mind short circuits. You grip the bed quilt so hard you’re afraid you’ll rip holes in it. Unaware of your devastation Mr Miller talks to Jack in between kisses.
“Be gentle and take it slow.” Kiss. “She senses it..-“ Kiss. “-when you do it just to get..” Kiss. “— head in return.” Kiss.
He parts from you and cocks his head, observing your cunt like it’s a piece of art while licking your slick off his lips.
“I never understood men like that. I can spend hours here.”
Yes, pleaseeee! Your pussy screams and your core is aflame while Mr Miller’s looking at your heat with a loving gaze.
You’re beaming at Joel who gives you another kiss but when you accidentally glance at Jack, your smile falls. He’s boring his narrowed eyes at you. Will he ever get over it?? If he were a sex god like his dad you wouldn’t be here now! Though you don’t regret anything. You’re definitely where you want to be.
Meanwhile Joel’s lips travel away from your needy pussy and he begins kissing your inner thighs, nibbling on your skin there slightly, tickling you with his facial hair until you giggle.
“Her laugh is so damn cute,” he mutters to Jack who doesn’t seem in the mood to coo at you right now.
“Can we get to the point?”
Joel parts from your thighs and lets out a deep sigh.
He talks with a calm yet disappointing tone as if practicing gentle parenting with a naughty toddler.
“S’exactly what I was talkin’ about. You rush it and she fears that you don’t like it. She starts overthinkin’ and can’t come. And you’re still sure it’s not your fault?”
Jack opens his mouth but finds zero argument in his defence and shuts up.
You buck your hips with a smirk, waiting for Mr Miller to continue the lesson.
And he does. He kisses your thighs again and soon his plush lips return to your pussy. He lightly squeezes your thighs with his big hands and asks you,
“Do you mind if I lick your little hole now?”
You almost choke on your drool before speaking, “You can do whatever you want, Mr Miller. Seriously. I trust you.”
Your voice is so wanton it’s almost obscene how little fucks you give that your boyfriend is sitting an arm length away from you while his dad is about to stick his tongue up your pussy.
“S’nice to hear,” Joel says, flashing you a charming smile. “Thank you, baby.”
He brings his hands to your cunt and, using his thumbs, carefully parts your folds revealing your puffy clit and crying hole.
“Holy hell look at this, Jack,” he groans. One of the perks of makin’ her come before eatin’ is now I get to have more.”
Joel runs his thumb over your entrance that’s generously leaking clear juices.
“See?” He lifts his hand and shows Jack his glistening finger. Before your slick runs down and lands on the bed Joel quickly pops the digit into his mouth and hums, sucking on it.
“Delicious,” he winks at you and you might as well die of lust.
“Can I have it all, sweetie? I promise to be gentle.”
“Please.”
You whimper when Mr Miller sticks his wide tongue out, and keeping you folds spread with his thumbs, licks a fat stripe over your clenching hole.
“She’s so soft here. Like a flower. Remember to be careful.”
Joel’s voice is strained and you wonder how hard he’s in his sweatpants. He’s lying on his cock and you hate for him to be hurting. Maybe you can offer him to pull his dick out? It’ll probably be more comfortable. But then your eyes dart to Jack who watches his father lick his girlfriend’s pussy, his hand clasped over his mouth. The scene is obviously too much for him already so his dad’s naked boner would definitely make it worse.
Joel is slurping up all the wetness he can gather, groaning loudly, his hot mouth wide open. You throw your head back in pleasure as he keeps licking you. Lap lap lap. Slurp slurp slurp.
He cleans up your folds thoroughly, visibly enjoying the process. The sounds he’s making, his mouth kissing you, his tongue dancing over your lips but barely brushing your clit is enough for you to come but he drags your pleasure out and touches your bundle of nerves only in passing.
You don’t know how much he spends licking and kissing your folds and entrance like that but you’d hate him to stop. You’re moaning and whimpering, dancing on the precipice of ecstasy with every swipe of his tongue.
“When she’s close,” Joel says to your boyfriend through the fog in your turned-on mind, “you can tongue-fuck her hole. If she wants, of course. Do you, baby? May I lick inside you?”
You lift your head and give him a drunk sounding ‘yeah’. Joel chuckles.
“Yes, I figured you’d want it. You enjoyed it when I rimmed your asshole, didn’t you?”
A needy moan is the only response you can give.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I know you love gettin’ your holes filled with tongue.” Joel’s dark gaze is full of lust as he winks at you.
“You’re so good at it,” you gush at him, bringing a proud smile to his face.
“‘S because you’re sweet all over.”
You smile at Mr Miller and your lips part with a gasp when he brushes your tight butthole with his thumb. Your muscles tense up, the extra stimulation sending you into a frenzy.
“Don’t worry, baby. Your ass is safe today,” he chuckles. “Gonna focus on this delicious pussy,” he coos, kissing your mound.
You nod but your body craves Joel in your every hole now. You’d give your butt to him any day.
“Bend your legs and hold them under your knees for me, will you? Yeah like that,” He says softly and you press your knees to your chest, exposing both your holes to your boyfriend and his dad, just like you did during the previous ‘lesson’.
Mr Miller's face inches from your asshole, he groans and glances up at you.
“Maybe jus’ a kiss?”
You nod, aroused to the maximum. Joel places his big hands under your asscheeks and lifts your hips, bringing your butt closer. He leans down and leaves a soft wet kiss on your butthole that clenches gingerly at the touch of her first man.
Mr Miller parts from your crack, breathing heavily, the act is doing something wild to him, and without asking he goes for another kiss, a third, a fourth, his fingers digging into your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend’s dad is making out with your asshole.
“This ain’t her pussy,” Jack spits, stopping Mr Miller, who parts from your tight ring, looking drunk.
“Yeah, sorry, son. Got carried away,” the older man croaks and you wish Jack bit his tongue off and swallowed it. Fucker!
Joel adjusts his poor boner squished against the bed and then asks Jack.
“You know where her g-spot is?”
“Yeah.”
Jack answers so fast and sounds so sure you want to laugh in his face. He wouldn’t find it with a damn flashlight but look at him, lying to his dad like that. Joel clocks the disbelief on your face.
“Just to be sure..,” he says after giving you a wink. “It's a couple inches from the hole, you don’t need to go far and you might reach it with your fingers or even your tongue.”
Jack doesn’t say anything so Joel spreads your pussy lips again.
“Gonna push my tongue inside you now.” You breathe out an uh-huh and Joel turns to Jack.
“If you’ve done a good job, you won’t need to open her up, her hole will swallow your tongue or fingers right up.”
‘My hole can swallow you to the elbow’, you think, staring at the hot older man. Joel darts his wide tongue out and slowly pushes it into your entrance. Your pussy hungrily sucks it in, desperate to be filled, and Joel moans, when your walls clench around his hot muscle.
He flutters his eyes shut in pleasure and begins tongue-fucking you. Your juices are flowing right into his mouth, your loud moans are mixing with his like a depraved symphony, interrupted by annoying huffing and puffing of your jealous boyfriend. To hell with him! You’re in heaven!
“Look at this waterfall,” Joel pants, parting from your pussy to watch your hole clench and cry for him.
“Yeah, hope she won’t get dehydrated,” Jack grunts, side-eyeing your cunt that has never been that wet for him.
Joel ignores his son’s displeasure.
“Tongue fucking is fun but we also need to give attention to this little jewel here.” He places his thumb on your mound and lifts the hood, making your clit pop.
“This cute button is a powerhouse of her pleasure.” Joel grazes it with his thumb, drawing a whine out of you. “Make it your best friend and she’ll be the happiest girl.”
Joel’s talking to his son but his obsidian eyes are on yours.
“Now I’m gonna kiss ‘er clit. Gently, with a little suction. I won't stop until it’s big and throbbin’. Until she begs me to make her come.”
He lightly pinches your bud with his thumb and index finger and you mewl.
“Will you be a good girl and beg for it?” he smirks.
You have no idea how your mushy brain can produce a naughty answer but it does.
“We’ll see.”
Joel cocks his brow and his face darkens. You’ve been such a good student for him but the fire in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying the brat in you as well.
He smirks at you and without a heads up spits right on your clit.
“Ahhhh,” a pathetic whine escapes your lips, your eyes widen, your core aches so much it hurts, Jack curses under his breath.
“Oh we’ll see,” Joel smiles, enjoying your reaction. His warm saliva trickles down to your clenching hole that immediately swallows it up.
“Make it wet,” Joel says to Jack and, staring right at you, spits on your bud again. It hits you so perfectly you almost come.
Your hand cups your clothed tit and you begin kneading it, absentmindedly, your eyes locked with Joel’s.
“Pull your shirt up, sweetie. Play with them,” he says softly, staring at your breasts. “No need to be shy.”
You glance at Jack and lift your top over your chest, exposing your hardened nipples.
“Yeah, like that.” Joel’s blown out eyes are focused on your tits now, he’s licking his lips. “Now can I ask you for a favor, darlin’?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Twitch your nipples with one hand and the other… give it to me.”
You do what he says and his warm hand wraps around yours. He brings it to your pussy and shows what to do.
“Keep her open like this for me, please… need your clit ready for my mouth.”
You press your fingers to your pussy and pull up, exposing your clit. It twitches in anticipation.
“Yeahhh, baby, perfect.”
Joel kisses your throbbing clit, applying suction to it, his lips so soft, caresses so gentle you buck your hips, searching for more pressure, for harder stimulation. Joel tuts,
“Needy little thing.”
He glides his palms over your thighs and smooches your clit again, laps at it, sucks it between his plush lips, slurping loudly.
“Show ‘er…,” he begrudgingly parts from your pussy to teach Jack. “Show how much you love eatin’ ‘er.” He growls and the vibrations he’s created radiate through your core, all over your body.
“Swirl your tongue over her clit, like this.”
He sticks his tongue out and draws tight circles around your bud, making your whine.
Shittttttt!!
“Or flick it left and right— like this.” He shows how to do it. “Or jus’ lick it like the most delicious ice cream.” Mr Miller starts lapping at your clit, he laps and laps, dragging his wet hot tongue over your most sensitive spot and your thighs start shaking, tears appear on your lashes, that’s how amazing he’s making you feel.
Ahhhhhhh!
“Hurts?” Joel pants, lifting his head, his gaze concerned, and you choke on your words, watching him through your watery eyes.
“No-no— keep going— so good.”
Joel smiles and turns to Jack.
“She’s close. Let’s bring it home.”
You don’t look at Jack, don’t hear him, by now he’s blurred into the background. The only man you see is Joel, splayed on the bed, hair disheveled, his beard, moustache and lips soaked with your juices, his hands gripping your shaky thighs, helping to keep you open for him. He looks drunk on your pussy.
“Mr Miller,” you say, barely recognising your own needy voice. “Can I— may I —- ahh—put my hand — in your hair.”
Joel flashes you a smile and croaks,
“‘Course, sweetheart. Tug if I’m doin’ a good job, ok?”
You cry out when your boyfriend’s dad pushes his long fat tongue into your hole. Deep. He curves it and licks over your soft spot, injecting so many endorphins into your veins, your head spins and core tightens. He pulls out and slowly drags his wide tongue up, up, up, over your entrance, between your folds and to your clit. He sucks on it gently, before his tongue snakes down to fuck into your hole again. You rake his salt and pepper curls with your fingers and then pull at a particular deep tongue thrust.
Mr Miller groans and the vibrations make your thighs tense, your pussy clamping on his tongue.
“Please…,” you mewl.
“What’s that, baby?” Joel mumbles into your hole. “Tell me.”
“I— keep fuckin’ me— with your tongue— Please, sir.”
Joel almost roars right into your hole like an animal.
“Come for me,” he orders and pushes his tongue into your gaping hole.
He’s curving it against your g-spot, slurping down your slick, moaning and groaning into the mouth of your pussy and you can’t hold your climax off any longer.
You scream like a madwoman and start shaking against his bed, coming hard, rolling your hips and fucking yourself on Joel’s tongue. His prominent nose is bumping into your clit and you moan ‘Joellllll’, while your walls are squeezing his tongue, your hands clasping his locks mercilessly. You’re using him to penetrate yourself deeper, rub your clit harder, prolong your orgasm more, more, more. You’re thrashing and moaning until your arms and legs fall on the bed limply and you’re breathing fast with your eyes closed, your heart pounding in your ears. You’re completely spent.
Mr Miller’s voice makes your eyes flutter open. It takes you a few seconds to register that he’s talking to you.
“You’re ok, sweetie?” He’s sitting on the bed next to you now. You can’t speak, too inebriated, too euphoric, floating in the river of afterglow so you give him a nod and a weak smile.
Jack is saying something too but you don’t listen. You close your eyes again and let yourself rest.
A few minutes pass (or so you think) until you hear Joel speak over you.
“She ever squirted with you?”
“Mm, not sure.”
“No then. You’d definitely know.”
“Whatever.”
“I haven’t,” you croak and clear your throat, your eyes open. “With anyone. I doubt I can do it.”
Joel takes your hand that’s resting on your still heaving belly and leans down to you.
“I’m sure you can, darlin’,” he coos. “Wanna try or you’re too worn out?”
Even being tired and doubting your ability to squirt, you hate to leave Mr Miller and go to Jack’s room so you agree.
Joel beams at you but your boyfriend isn’t as happy.
“Dude! You lost your mind? You look barely alive!”
You roll your eyes.
“Don’t dude me, Jack! I’m fine. I wanna see if I can do it!”
“Ugh!” Jack crosses his arms and falls back into his cuck chair.
Joel’s jaw shifts as he watches his son for a few moments, then he looks at you.
“So… two lessons for the price of one, huh?” He jokes and you giggle. “I can make you come again, but …”
“What?”
Joel looks down at your pussy.
“You might be overstimulated right now. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
You spread your legs and follow his gaze to your puffy lips and clit.
“Mmm, don’t know. Can you check?” You purr, glancing up innocently at Joel.
The air between you two is hot again, your core filling with sticky desire.
“Sure thing, baby.”
Joel brushes your clit with his calloused thumb and you jolt. He pulls his hand back.
“See.” Joel shakes his head but your core aches for your boyfriend’s dad with a renewed force.
“It’s ok. Touch me some more. I’ll be fine.”
“Brave girl,” he chuckles and returns his fingers to your heat. He begins swirling your clit, his movements feather-light and slow.
You hiss at the dull pain that soon morphs into pleasure and your eyes roll back as Joel caresses your slicked up clit.
“Jack,” he calls his son and starts explaining to him how to make you squirt. Something about fingers and pressure. You can’t grasp his words for the life of you. All you can do is moan, your back arched off the bed while Joel’s thumb massages your clit.
“Baby,” Joel coos and you reply with a needy moan. “I’m gonna insert two fingers inside you, ok?”
You bob your head and lift yourself on your elbows so you could watch Joel’s thick digits slide into your hole.
“Yeah, you better watch. It’s a sight,” Mr Miller smiles at you, pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance.
“I’ll let you get used to the girth,” he says, finger-fucking your stretching hole.
His thumb is still on your clit, rubbing it up and down, and you bite your lip, another orgasm building fast.
“Now you’re gonna feel pressure,” he warns you and the next second you gasp, “Oh my God!”
Joel bends down and searches for your eyes.
“You good, baby? It might be a lot.”
“Please, go on. I… never felt anything like this.”
“If it’s too much, tell me immediately. I’ll stop, k?”
“Yeah.”
Joel smiles and pulls his bushy brows in concentration.
“Let’s make you squirt, sweetie.”
Your mouth is open, your eyes half-lidded as you’re watching Joel work on your pussy. His warm palm is splayed on your lower belly, skillful thumb strumming your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. Fingers of his other hand are deep inside you, making your core tighten, pushing up, up, up into your bladder.
“Oh-fuck-fuck-fuck,” you whimper, gripping Joel’s hairy forearm in panic. His muscles are bulging, steel under your fingers.
Joel’s forehead is wet, he asks through heavy breaths.
“Want me to stop?”
You’re staring into his black eyes, panting and trembling, overwhelmed with the sensations he’s bestowing on you, but you shake your head.
“No— keep going.”
And he does.
His fingers push and push, the pressure growing unbearable and you squeeze your eyes shut with a loud whimper.
“Let it go, sweetie. Trust me. It’ll feel so good. C’mon, beautiful.”
You hear Joel and the dam breaks. With Joel’s fingers pushing deep inside you, clear liquid starts spraying out of you, covering his forearm, your thighs, his bed. Joel grunts triumphantly, you cry out in surprise, Jack rolls back in his chair like a scared little bitch but you don’t care. Your squirting pussy is squelching loudly and you’re embarrassed for a second but soon the feeling is swept by the immense pleasure as you come with a shameless moan.
“Here we go,” Joel groans and keeps hitting your clit with the heel of his hand, his fingers flooded inside you. “Attagirl.”
When overstimulation hits you again, you gently push his soaked hand away. You’re a sight— cheeks wet with tears, thighs and pussy glistening and dripping.
“Woah,” Jack comments, gawking at his dad’s ‘work’.
You clumsily sit up on the wet bed and take in the mess — the soaked quilt under your ass and in front of your pussy, Joel’s forearm wet with you. Your cheeks and neck start burning.
“My god, Mr Miller, what have I done?” you whisper, panicking.
“Shhh, none of that, sweetie,” Joel pants like he’s just run a marathon and well, he’s given you so much pleasure it’s understandable.
“Go get ‘er a towel, Jack,” he commands. You don’t notice your boyfriend leave the room, your widened eyes still set on the big wet spot on the quilt, your hands clasped over your mouth.
“I’m sorry, Mr Miller,” you sob, emotions overwhelming you as you look at the man through tears of embarrassment.
“Jesus, darlin’, C’mere.” He scoops you and pulls you closer. You immediately nuzzle his broad chest, cuddling up to him and sniffling quietly in his embrace, enveloped by a cloud of his manly scent.
“Don’t you worry, sweetie. You did wonderful. So proud of you.”
“I’ll do your laundry, I promise.”
Joel squeezes you with his strong arms.
“Hell no, I’ll do it. I made a mess myself,” he chuckles and you pull back to see what he’s talking about. Only now you notice a dark stain on his grey sweatpants. Right over his crotch.
“Mr Miller,” you mumble, your eyes darting between his face and his wet bulge. “You..”
Joel squirms on the bed, scratching his scruffy cheek.
“Yeah.. embarrassin’. But when you came on my tongue…. You were…it was so hot. I couldn’t stop myself.”
Your lips spread into a grin— this big hot sex god busting a nut in his pants while eating you feels like a giant compliment.
You stare giddily at the cum spot, your tears dried up already. A naughty thought pops into your mind and feeling ballsy you purr,
“I wish I could help you clean this up.” You peer up at him, suggestively licking your lips. Joel takes a sharp breath, his gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth, until he whispers,
“You’d do that for the old man? ‘Fraid my cock’s covered in my load, too.”
Your heart’s almost jumping out of your chest, your eyes locked when you mutter,
“Why don’t you fuck it into me then?”
Mr Miller sighs like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He leans in, his hot breath fanning your lips, as he says,
“I want it so fuckin’ much, sweetie, you have no idea.”
You place your palm on his thick thigh and admit,
“I want it, too.”
Joel looks at your hand and then into your eyes. The next three words that fall from his lips make your throat tighten — “You are Jack’s.”
“What if I weren’t?” You’re not sure Mr Miller hears your question because he suddenly moves away from you, creating distance between you two.
“Couldn’t find a clean one,” Jack grunts, stomping into the room. He passes Joel and comes up to you, side-eyeing the big wet stain on the bed. When he gives you the towel you take it with shaky hands and fallen face.
“You ok?” Mr Miller asks while you’re drying your thighs. Not looking at him, you lie, “Yeah.”
In truth, you want to curl into a ball and cry. You want to stay, want him next to you, on top of you, inside you…
“Let’s go to my room. Thanks again, dad,” Jack throws to his father. Your boyfriend grabs your panties and shorts, and with the towel wrapped around your hips like a skirt, you follow him as he leads you to the door by the hand.
Before leaving you glance back and meet Joel’s eyes. They are pensive and sad.
Do we want a part 3 or …? 👀 Tell me your thoughts plssss loves!
Thank you for reading! Please, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story💞
I’m so in love with him I could cry, he’s so damn hot and considerate and skilled and sweet and JESUS I WISH EVERY MAN WOULD BE LIKE HIM 😭
I can’t even begin to explain how much of a slut I am for oral and you gave me everything I needed and even more, him being patient and creating anticipation and kissing and licking her over her panties and then giving her the best oral someone could ask for and even make her squirt? I AM DEAD, A COMPLETE MESS, A DESTROYED WOMAN.
God, I can’t even think straight, sorry if this comment is a mess, it perfectly matches with my feelings 😂
This was hot and funny and literally took my breath away 🫠
I love her, she’s so cheeky and naughty but honestly, no one could blame her for wanting Joel again, I would do that myself 100% 😇
And him coming in his pants? GOD, SO DELICIOUS I wish I could see that with my eyes and help him cleaning up the mess 😏 YUM YUM, I would lick all of it like my favorite meal hehehehe (sorry, I’m being so explicit but I can’t do anything about that and besides, it’ s yours and your amazing fic’s fault, don’t look at me 🥵)
You said you were afraid it was too long? No baby, no worries about that, I could have read another 10,000 words and been happy. Joel is never enough, and the fact that I've been reading stories about him for three years has only made me more feral for him. 😂 and you always write him so amazingly, it feels like a blessing 🤤
Thanks for sharing this with us, I’m going to think about this for days!!! 🫠
summary: a story of heartbreak, self-discovery, and carrying on
rating: explicit. minors dni.
tags: hurt/no comfort, friends to lovers, p in v sex [more will be added]
a/n: i'm so fucking nervous to post this fic. the idea for this has been stuck in my head since last year and i've been dying to get it on paper ever since.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
May 25, 2028
I don’t know where to start. Maybe with the truth. I’m sorry. Not for kissing you. Not for wanting you. But for every time I stayed quiet when you needed me to speak. For every night I pretended friendship was enough. For letting you walk away thinking you weren’t everything to me.
I used to think love was supposed to be easy. But what I felt for you was never easy. Loving you meant that there was the possibility of losing you and at the time I wasn’t brave enough to risk that. Joke’s on me.
I should’ve fought for you. I should have fought for us. I should’ve said, “I love you. Be with me.” But, I didn’t. I watched you walk away. I let you build a life without me.
Now I’m left with scraps. I’m haunted by the distant echo of your laugh in my kitchen. The phantom touch of your palm against my beard.
The way you looked at me tonight will forever be ingrained in my head.
You’re not mine. Maybe you never were.
But, I think I’ll love you until there’s nothing left of me and I hate myself for ever letting you think you weren’t enough.
Lucien
November 2026
The group had squeezed into the usual corner booth at the bar, too small for six people, which meant that you and Lucien were pressed thigh-to-thigh with nowhere to go. He was leaning on his hand, elbow on the table, watching you with that lazy half-smile you adored while you idly twirled the straw in his old-fashioned rather than the one in your own drink. One of your mutual friends was in the middle of telling some chaotic story about a disastrous location shoot in Prague, but you were only partially listening, the low hum of laughter and clinking glasses fading into nothing but background noise.
Your gaze dropped to the patchy stubble along Lucien’s jaw. The salt and pepper was coming in thicker these days, especially around that little heart-shaped patch you’d always found unfairly charming. You didn’t even realize you were moving until your thumb lightly brushed across his dimpled cheek. Your palm followed, cradling the sharp line of his jaw, fingers slipping lazily into the short, coarse hair of his beard as Lucien leaned into your touch. The texture was addictive, soft when you stroked with the grain, rough when you dragged your fingertips back the other way. You moved without thought, back and forth until you couldn’t focus on anything else.
Lucien turns his head a fraction, not enough to break contact, but enough so that he could glance over at you, allowing you to feel the faint flex in his jaw. “You do that a lot,” he murmurs, voice low enough that it makes your heart do that fluttery, traitorous thing that reminds you that whatever you’re feeling is definitely not platonic.
“Do what?” you ask, quieter than intended.
He tilts his head, almost imperceptibly, his mouth twitching like he’s fighting a smile he doesn’t quite want to let escape. The usual playful glint in his eyes has darkened into something deeper – something that makes your stomach tighten and your breath catch in your throat. “That thing. With my face,” he says, his breath ghosting across the inside of your wrist.
The tension between you suddenly feels electric. You still your movements, only to feel the steady thrum of his pulse change pace under your palm, causing a shiver to race down your spine. You’re suddenly painfully aware of how close you are, your bodies angled toward each, knees knocking together under the table. His eyes flick down to your mouth for half a second before returning to yours and the charged space between you feels like it could spark if either of you so much as breathe too deeply.
Before you can come up with any kind of response, one of your friends, who is tipsy and far too loud, leans across the table with a grin. “How have you two not fucked yet? You’re practically all over each other right now.”
Heat floods your face and you pull your hand back from Lucien’s jaw quickly as if it had burned you. The moment suddenly feels too exposed under the scrutiny of your friends. The comment lingers in the air, impossible to ignore even though you both try. The table erupts into laughter and someone else chimes in with a sarcastic comment, “Seriously, Lucien, you look like you’re two seconds away from sticking your tongue down her throat.” Lucien lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head, but you notice the way his ears have gone slightly pink.
The rest of the night passes in a haze of forced conversation and stolen glances. Every time your knees brush under the table, your stomach flips. Every time he laughs, he checks to see if you are as well. You can still feel the ghost of his beard against your palm just as he can feel the weight of your touch.
When your friends finally start to disperse, you step out into the cool night air and lean against the passenger door of Lucien’s car, arms loosely crossed and heart still hammering as you wait for him to wrap up. He doesn’t unlock the car right away, but instead walks straight up to you, crowding you gently against the door. The heat of his body cuts through the night’s chill. He’s close enough that you can smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the bourbon he’d nursed earlier. “You comin’ to mine?” he asks.
You stare at him for a second, lost in his chocolate brown eyes. There’s something different in the way he’s looking at you tonight. The streetlight catches the silver in his beard and your heart stutters deep in your chest. You nod, shaking your head with a small, shy movement. Lucien’s mouth curves into that slow, devastating smile that always makes something unfurl low in your belly. He doesn’t say anything else, he doesn’t need to. He simply unlocks the car and reaches behind you, opening the door while making a dramatic motion for you to get in.
The drive to his place is thick with a different kind of tension from what you’re used to. Lucien keeps one hand on the wheel while the other rests on the gear shifter, dangerously close to where your thigh presses against the center console. Every few seconds his fingers tap restlessly making small, unconscious movements that cause his knuckles to just barely brush against the side of your leg. You don’t dare move. You’re hyper-aware of every inch of space separating you, noting how little there actually is. Lucien’s jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on the road, but you catch the way his throat works when he swallows. You look out the window, the city lights streaking past as you both sit, content with listening only to the low rumble of the engine, as he takes the exit ramp off the 101 leading to his studio in Los Feliz.
Stepping inside Lucien’s apartment, you silently toe off your shoes by the door and hang your jacket off the doorknob to the coat closet before flopping down onto his sectional. Lucien locks the door behind him, shrugging off his own coat and hangs both up properly. He takes his place seated next to you and gently maneuvers you until your head rests on his thigh. You look up at him, the position intimate and familiar, yet tonight it feels brand new.
For a long beat, neither of you speak. His hand rests lightly on your arm, thumb brushing slow, absent circles against your skin. You reach up without thinking, letting your fingers find his jaw again, just like they had at the bar. You trace the heart-shaped patch of his beard, indulging in the delicious scrape of the coarse hair against your fingertips. “Again with that, huh?”
Your fingers still from embarrassment. “Do you hate it?” Your stomach twists with a sharp spike of worry. The thought of losing him – your constant, your safe place, the one person who makes the world feel steady – makes you sick. What are you doing?
You start to pull your hand back, heart pounding with sudden panic, but Lucien catches it gently, pressing your palm back against his jaw. His eyes meet yours, dark and unwavering, giving you the confidence to continue your lazy exploration, trailing from his jaw, down his neck, then back up to where his hair curls against his nape. Lucien tips his head down, giving you more space to touch him and lets out a hum. “No,” he admits, his eyes half-lidded, “I don’t hate it.”
The relief that floods through you is dizzying. You stare at your hand pressed to his cheek, noticing the way the salt-and-pepper fades into his sideburns as you continue to stroke through his beard. “How do you not know you're the most attractive man in every room?”
Lucien’s eyes flutter open, his gaze softening as he looks at you with something akin to endearment. The silence is deafening and you wish you could take it back or just laugh it off. His jaw clenches under your touch, his lips parting as he exhales. You feel the way his chest rises and the way his thumb grazes over your knuckles, where he’s still pressed to your hand.
You don’t make any effort to move, caught up in the way that he looks to be focused solely on you. You whisper his name and his mouth twitches, the corners of his lips fighting a smile. Lucien closes his eyes, leaning further into your touch and lets out a steady exhale. When his eyes open again, his pupils are noticeably darker. “God help me,” he says, “but I want to kiss you.”
You feel the air leave your lungs. All you can do is stare up at him, your hand still trapped against his cheek. You can feel his jaw move as he speaks but you don’t hear what he says, your pulse thundering in your ears. Lucien taps your arm, signaling you to lift up from his lap and he helps you to sit up next to him. He slides closer to you, his hand finding the back of your neck as he leans in, resting his forehead gently against yours. Time stops and everything moves in slow motion. The heat of his breath ghosts over your lips as the world narrows to the tiny sliver of space between the two of you.
Every nerve in your body is vibrating with an unbearable awareness. You can feel the heat rolling off his skin, the subtle tremor in the hand cradling your neck, and the way his pulse hammers in time with yours. His scent surrounds you, something uniquely Lucien that you’ve always associated with home. The years of careful boundaries – of pretending these touches were innocent, of swallowing down every ache and plea for him to be yours – have all collapsed in on themselves in this singular suspended moment. Terror and longing twist together so fiercely you can barely breathe. You can sense the gravity of him pulling at you, tugging at some invisible thread between your bodies. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to close the distance that would only take a tilt of your chin. “Lucien,” you whisper.
Lucien’s mouth finds yours, hesitant at first, his lips barely making contact. They’re warm, softer than you ever imagined they would be, and the tentative pressure makes your stomach drop straight through the floor. For a long, suspended beat, neither of you moves. The world holds its breath right along with you. Lucien’s stubble rasps lightly against the edge of your thumb where your hand cups his jaw, and you shiver at the scratch of it, a sharp reminder that this is real. That this is happening. That this is happening with Lucien. Your Lucien.
Your fingers curl against his jaw, urging him closer, and he takes that as a sign to deepen the kiss. His mouth moves against yours with a slow, devastating hunger, as if he’s been starving for this for just as long as you have. It’s warm and wet and messy in the best way. His tongue brushes yours, the taste of him flooding your mouth, causing you to part your lips a little wider in invitation. When he finally pulls back, it’s only far enough for his forehead to rest against yours again. His breathing is ragged, matching your own, hot little puffs against your kiss-swollen lips. “Tell me to stop,” he breathes, voice wrecked and barely there.
You do the exact opposite, chasing his lips and grabbing a fistful of his shirt so that he can’t go far. Your other hand finds purchase in his hair, fingers twisting as your mouths meet again in a frantic, dizzying drag. Lucien groans into your mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head despite already being closed. His free hand slides around your waist, palm spanning wide like he wants to pull you right into his lap. Instead, he leans forward, urging you down onto the cushions until he’s over you, braced on one arm, his chest pressed into yours. He continues his assault on your mouth, your tongues colliding until your lips are slick and swollen, your lungs screaming for air. He lets out another groan that’s swallowed between you as his tongue pushes deeper, sweeping slowly before retreating, coaxing you to chase him.
You expect him to come right back, but his lips begin a trail along the hinge of your jaw, down to the hollow beneath your ear, and finally to the column of your neck. The kisses he leaves are featherlight, a brief press of his mouth against the beat of your pulse. The scrape of Lucien’s stubble burns deliciously against your skin, sending sparks racing down your spine with every shift of his jaw. He groans low, his tongue dragging over the heat of your flesh, making you gasp. The sound seems to snap something inside him and he shifts closer, slotting himself between your thighs. He sucks at the curve of your throat until your skin throbs, leaving a mark in its wake.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against you. Your head falls back, granting him further access which he greedily takes, his mouth nipping over every inch of available skin until you’re trembling beneath him. His mouth drags higher until he’s right against the shell of your ear and he whispers, “You have any idea what you’re doing to me?” His lips close over your pulse again as if to prove his point and you can’t help but arch your back until your hips meet his. He lifts his head, his nose brushing along your cheek, his mouth grazing the corner of your lips. “Tell me you want this,” he pleads.
You answer him with a desperate clash of your mouth against his, another groan tumbling from his lips in surprise. His weight presses you deeper into the couch, bearing down onto you like he’s trying to erase the space between your bodies. His hips shift without thought and you can feel the unmistakable press of him straining against the seam of his pants, nudging against your thigh. Lucien’s mouth doesn’t stray, his tongue slides against yours until you’re dizzy from it. The weight of him keeps you pinned, caged beneath him as every subtle shift of his hips grinds him more firmly into you. He swallows every sound you make, greedily groaning into your mouth as he takes more.
His hand dips to your waist, fingers digging into your side before sliding beneath your shirt. The rough pads of his fingertips skate against the bare skin of your ribs, his thumb stroking circles just beneath the swell of your breast. You breathe out his name and his hips roll before he can stop himself, the pressure making you keen upwards in response. His hand slips higher and he brushes his fingers over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. You claw at his shirt, dragging the material up his back, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin. The feeling of your nails drives his hips forward, the friction so precise that you writhe helplessly underneath him. “Yeah,” he mutters, “just like that.”
A broken moan is ripped from your throat, your fingers digging deeper into Lucien’s back, as he eggs you on. He curses under his breath, the word muffled against your skin, before his mouth finds yours again. The couch creaks as his hips rut harder, abandoning any pretense of restraint. You can feel the growing ache between your thighs every time his cock lines up perfectly with the seam of your jeans. “Fuck–”
Lucien pulls back and leans back on his haunches, taking only a second to yank his shirt fully over his head in one impatient motion. The sight of his bare torso above you makes your breath hitch as you take in his heaving chest, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he tosses the shirt aside.
Before you can blink, his hands are on you again, shoving your shirt up past your ribs with a rough urgency. He pauses just long enough to search your face, eyes dark in a way you’ve only dreamt about. You lift your arms for him and he strips the shirt off of you in a blur, dragging your bra straps down in the process. “Jesus,” he mumbles, his gaze dropping to your breasts. He cups them fully, rough palms kneading, thumb flicking over the peaked bud of your nipple in a way that makes your hips buck. The calluses on his fingers send little shocks through you with every pass. His lips blaze a path over the newly revealed skin of your chest until he reaches the swell of your breast. His mouth closes over your nipple, tongue flicking in teasing strokes that have you arching your back.
You whimper, completely under his spell, lost in the overwhelming feeling of being wanted so desperately. He squeezes your other breast in his hand, thumb brushing across the tight bud until it pebbles even harder under his touch. Your fingers twist tighter into his hair, holding him exactly where you need him. His teeth graze lightly over the swollen peak – a sharp, delicious scrape that rips a gasp from your throat – and he immediately soothes it with a broad sweep of his tongue.
He switches to your other breast, pinching the nipple he just abandoned while his mouth devours the new one. His beard burns against your skin, the coarse scratch of it contrasting perfectly with the velvet heat of his tongue. Every time you arch into him, he lets out another broken groan that goes straight between your legs. “Lucien,” you breathe, as his hips grind harder into yours, the hard line of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh. His mouth leaves your nipple and he starts to make his way back up to your lips, leaving a trail up your sternum and over your neck until he’s kissing you again.
Lucien shifts his weight onto one elbow, his free hand skimming down your stomach, fingers brushing over your ribs, making the muscles in your stomach jump. He fumbles with the waistband of your jeans before the button pops open under his deft fingers. The slow hiss of your zipper lowering cuts through the heavy breathing, sending a fresh wave of heat rushing through you. His hand dips beneath the denim, searing hot as he cups you firmly over your underwear. Your moan is immediate, your hips bucking into his palm like you have no control left. His thumb drags lazily over the damp fabric, circling over your clit with just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble and your toes curl. The soaked cotton clings to you, the friction maddening. “Don’t stop,” you beg, fingers desperately grasping at the couch cushions.
He presses harder, grinding the heel of his hand against you through the thin cotton while his mouth crashes back to yours, swallowing every desperate little sound you make. “You want my fingers?”
You nod frantically, beyond words, your heart hammering so hard it feels like it might crack your chest open. Every inch of your skin is burning, hypersensitive and alive in a way you’ve never experienced before. The weight of Lucien’s hand between your thighs is all too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You need him so badly it hurts. “Please.”
Lucien kisses you again, his hand sliding lower. The elastic of your underwear stretches under his fingers, then gives way as he slips beneath the fabric. His middle finger drags through your slick folds and the sound you make is broken as your entire body jerks against him. “Lucien–” you exclaim, hand grasping at his shoulder as his finger circles your clit. He finds your entrance, pressing the tip of his finger inside and your nails dig in harder into the skin of his back. Lucien pants against your mouth, pushing his finger in deeper and swallowing every sound falling from your lips.
He withdraws halfway, then slides back in slowly, his thumb brushing over your clit at the same time. “Just like that.” His mouth crashes back to yours, tongues thrusting in time with his hand, kissing you while you moan into him. He adds a second finger, curling them inside you and your eyes flutter shut, gasping as he finds that perfect spot inside you.
You tremble beneath him, hips rolling to meet every thrust of his fingers, chasing the pleasure that’s building in your core. The familiar heat coils tighter and tighter, your thighs starting to shake as his thumb keeps relentlessly circling over your swollen clit. “Lucien, I–” you start, letting out a small whimper as he continues to pump his fingers inside you.
“You gonna come for me already?” he asks, holding back a smirk.
You don’t even have it in you to respond, not even a shake of your head. Your orgasm crashes over you with warning, a broken cry falling from your lips as you arch your back off the couch, your pussy clamping around him. Pleasure floods your body in waves, your entire body seizing as your vision goes white.
You’ve barely come down when he withdraws his fingers and makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, jeans and underwear shoved down and kicked away. He tugs down the zipper of his own pants and shucks his boxer briefs down past his thighs. The brief glimpse you get of his cock makes your mouth pool with saliva – he’s a little bigger than average, the tip flushed and already welling with a drop of precome. You barely have time to appreciate the sight as he rolls on a condom and settles between your thighs, the blunt head of him nudging against your entrance.
Lucien looks down at you and presses a singular kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. “You sure?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back. He pushes in slowly, the stretch of him stealing the air from your lungs. When he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, you both shudder. He remains there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed against yours as he tries to catch his breath. “You feel…oh fuck–”.
His movements are slow at first, grinding the length of his cock along every sensitive inch of you as he finds a rhythm that has you whispering his name over and over. Every withdrawal has you aching and empty before he presses back in, filling you completely. The slick, wet sound of him moving inside you is obscene and intimate all at once, echoing softly in the otherwise quiet room. Every roll of his hips grinds his pelvis against your already overstimulated clit. You whimper his name again, your legs looping around his waist as if to pull him closer. Lucien’s mouth latches onto your neck as he starts to suck a second mark right over your pulse point. “Fuck–feel so good,” he groans against your throat.
The praise makes you clench around him, drawing another broken sound as his rhythm falters, aching for a way to somehow be buried deeper inside you. His hips snap a little harder, the slow grind giving way to something more urgent. Sweat beads along his spine under your hands as you touch him for what feels like the first time.
You’re drowning in everything Lucien. The slow drag of his cock inside you, the way he fills you so perfectly with every roll of his hips, the scrape of his beard against your skin – it’s all too much. The familiar pleasure coils tight in your belly. “Lucien–please–” You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore, you just need him close in every way possible. He moans your name, hips stuttering as he drives into you deeper, grinding against your clit with every thrust.
“Come on, baby,” he rasps against your mouth. “Let me feel you. Please–fuck, I need to feel you come around me.”
Your orgasm crashes over you hard, ripping a sharp cry from your throat as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending in your body. Your back arches off the couch, thighs shaking violently around his hips as your walls clamp down around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as wave after wave washes over you. You gasp his name, tears finally slipping from the corners of your eyes just from the sheer intensity of it all – the pleasure, the emotion, the years of wanting finally coming to a head.
Lucien follows you with a guttural moan, burying himself as deep as he can go. His hips jerk against yours as he spills inside you. He shudders hard, breathing ragged and shaky as he rides out his orgasm, holding you through every aftershock.
For a long moment afterwards, the only sounds are your shared breaths and the rapid thud of your heart. There is a definite shift in the air, but neither of you speaks. The weight of what just happened settles over you both and it’s utterly terrifying.
Lucien finally lifts his head slowly and when his eyes meet yours, you feel a sense of dread sink into your bones. Anxiety, panic, and what you can only interpret as regret is written plain as day on his face. His brow is pulled together tight, his mouth parted like he wants to say something but just can’t find the words. He turns his head, averting his eyes as quickly as he found yours.
You can’t do this. You can practically hear his thoughts in the silence – eight years of friendship only makes everything worse because you know him. He’s spiraling already, convincing himself this was a mistake. The thought of losing him, of going back to a life where he’s not your person anymore, makes your throat close up.
You can’t breathe. You can’t stay here and watch the regret settle into something permanent. So, you do the only thing you can think of. You push gently at his chest, murmuring something about needing to use the bathroom. Lucien moves back immediately, slipping out of you with a quiet hiss that makes your stomach twist. You don’t trust yourself to look at him as you sit up.
Your legs feel unsteady as you gather your clothes and your phone and rush to the bathroom where you pull them on with trembling hands. You order yourself an Uber and splash your face with water until you receive a notification the driver is on their way. When you step out, Lucien is sitting on the edge of the couch, watching you, but not stopping you from leaving. He doesn’t say anything. The absence of his voice hurts worse than anything he could have said. You slip out the door without another word, the soft click of it shutting behind you sounding final.
You don’t talk to Lucien for three days. No texts, no calls, no silly little reels sent on Instagram. It’s pure torture. You’ve never gone this long without hearing from him. Not in all the years you’ve known each other. Time creeps by in slow motion. You find yourself checking your phone obsessively and hating yourself for it when you find nothing. You replay that night on an endless loop – the way he looked at you, the stupid feeling of his beard against your palm, the sound of your name in his mouth as he came, and then the devastating shift in his demeanor afterwards. You wonder if by pulling away he thinks he’s protecting the friendship by pretending that it never happened. The thought makes your chest ache so sharply.
Your phone wakes you on the fourth day with a notification, just a small get together with friends. You almost don’t go, attempting to muster up a half-decent excuse to explain your absence, but you force yourself to show up, hoping that the smile pasted on your face looks real enough. You didn’t know if Lucien would be there or not as he had mentioned having overlapping plans weeks ago, back when things were still normal. Part of you hoped that he would come. Another bigger part of you was terrified that he wouldn’t.
The moment you spot him across the room, your stomach drops. He looks good – too good. His hair is a little messy, just the way he likes it. He’s wearing a colorful button down with the top two buttons undone, enough that you can see the definition of his chest and the gold chain that hangs from his neck. He’s talking to a girl, a pretty one – no one you’re familiar with – and he laughs at something she says, head tilted back, and the sound hits you like a punch to the gut.
The night seems to drag on forever. No one notices the way your shoulders tense every time he speaks a little too animatedly, drawing the attention of everyone around him. No one, including yourself, sees the way his eyes keep drifting to your mouth when you sip your drink, lingering a second too long before he forces them away. When your eyes do accidentally meet, the air crackles with tension, widening the chasm between you.
When the group spills outside for air, you both end up on the same end of the rooftop. It’s just the two of you. The others are scattered about, laughing and smoking, leaving you in an uncomfortable silence. Lucien leans with his back against the edge, facing away from you as you peer down at the city lights glittering below.
“Are you just planning on ignoring me forever?” you ask, voice quiet so nobody can overhear.
Lucien’s shoulders stiffen, his hands gripping the brick edge until his knuckles turn white. He doesn’t look at you, he can’t. Inside he feels like he’s drowning. He fucked up. He knows it. You’re the only thing that has ever made sense in his chaotic life, the one person who keeps him grounded when everything else spins out, and now he’s terrified that he ruined it. One night of giving in, one moment of weakness, and he might lose the one person who has ever truly known him. The thought of going back to a life without the easy way you fit into every part of his world is unbearable.
“I–” he croaks, his throat gone dry all of a sudden. Neither of you knows where to start, and when the host stumbles over and grabs Lucien’s elbow, begging him to tell everyone about his latest film, he lets her.
They’re so perfect for each other, I’m going to lock them in a room together until they say “I love you” WTF 😭
This hurt in the best way and it was so beautifully written 🥺 I loved every little detail you put in this and the way you wrote their emotions is so amazing, I felt everything deep inside my chest ♥️
the smut was so full of feelings, need, but also fear and uncertainty OMG 🫠🫠🫠
Excuse me while I lie in a corner in fetal position and despair until tomorrow 😭♥️
hey bb ❤️❤️ I'll wish you a happy birthday properly when the time will come 😌😘
I love the way you write sub Joel, and i was wondering... may i suggest a sub Javi 👀 just the thought of him whimpering makes me weak 🫠
i was thinking maybe narcos era, at the brothel? 😍 (but if you prefer an established relationship, or a co worker situation, i'm all in too!)
thank you love 🥰🥰
Hi Honey! thanks for taking part in my silly little event, I'm so glad you did 🥹 And this request!!! downright delicious 🤤 I felt a little bit insecure about domming him for obvious reasons but in the end I had so much fun making a sub out of this man 🤭
I tried my best to give you a whimpering needy mess and I really hope you like it 😏
Love you dearly, you're such an amazing person and friend 🥹🫂
so here you go...
Good boy - sub!Javier Peña x dom!f!reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 5,4K
Summary: Javi is a regular at your brothel. He's always been dominant, but after a particularly tough day, he discovers, thanks to you, that letting go of power can be helpful for releasing tension and leaving worries behind, at least for a while.
Tags: sub!Javi, grumpy!Javi, soft dom!reader, reader is a sex worker, not described besides wearing a red dress and lacy lingerie and having pussy and breasts, initial failed sexual approach, massage, Javi is a tough nut to crack but we’re going to dom the guy 🙂↕️, everything is done with consent even if Javi grumbles a little at the beginning, spanking, light edging, handcuffing (Javi is tasting his own medicine 🤭), protected p in v (use of a condom), oral (both f and m receiving), rimming, facesitting (we're riding his mustache, yeehaw!), 69, nipple play, doggy style position, pet names, condescending tone (a lot of it hehehe), maybe some feelings are lingering between them but we’re leaving them unlabeled.
A/N: When Milla sent this request I was a little bit nervous because Javier seemed harder to make a sub than Joel (I’m so comfortable with my grumpy old man being a good boy 🥰🤭) but actually, inspiration came pretty quickly and I was so excited! Milla, I hope I did a good job and that my Javi makes sense to you, even if I'm not so used to writing him, while you're really great at it ♥️
Thanks for sending me this lovely request, I had a lot of fun and I’m glad to have added Javi to my little collection of sub!PPCU characters ♥️
And huge thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being my lovely beta, your opinion always means a lot to me but it meant even more in this case 🥰 English is not my first language, any mistakes is still on me!
I really hope you like it, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
dividers by @/diviniyae
MASTERLIST | DRABBLE FOR V’S BIRTHDAY MASTERLIST
Javi is so pissed off tonight. You didn’t ask what happened, he never talks about his job anyway. He’s some kind of agent but you don’t know shit about details. He carries a gun and handcuffs, and he has a badge that you only ever saw fleetingly peeking out of his shirt pocket. At least you know he gave you his real name.
Something went wrong for sure because he hasn’t said a damn word since he entered your room, he’s smoking like a chimney even more than usual, his shoulders tense, his lips curved downward. He didn’t kiss you right away and didn’t wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you close as soon as he saw you standing there in your pretty dress that shows off your cleavage and your legs.
He just sits there with rage painted all over his face.
“Javi…” you try to call him but he’s all in his head and doesn’t hear you.
He takes another cigarette from the pack and lights it up, throws the lighter on the bedside table, inhaling a long puff and absentmindedly blowing out the smoke.
You stay quiet, sitting on the bed next to him.
He huffs and pinches his nose, grunting something you don’t understand.
You wait longer, giving him space to get back to his senses.
“Maybe we should fuck now,” he mumbles at some point, putting out yet another cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
“You sure? We can sit here in silence all night if you need that, I don’t mind”
Javi is one of your best clients, he never treated you like a whore, never made you feel like you didn’t deserve respect even when he fucked you rough, calling you his little slut. Whenever it came out of his mouth it was arousing more than degrading, unlike from many other men. Javi is mindful of you, he takes time for aftercare, kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” he gruffs.
“Okay…so…how do you want me?”
“Take off your dress and lie on the bed”
You do, slipping out of your pretty red dress you bought thanks to his last payment.
He straddles you, still fully clothed except for his shoes that he took off when he entered and his holster that's lying on the bedside table now.
His face is still upset, he’s not focused on you, and you can see that.
His hands start roaming your body, fingertips running down your chest, pinching at your nipples through your bra, weighing your breasts in his palms. He squeezes them, like he’s trying to keep himself grounded but you can clearly see how absent he is as if he were a million miles away from your room.
He doesn’t even look at you with the usual “I want to swallow you whole” expression he always has on his face whenever he touches you, his eyes wandering somewhere between the headboard and your pillow, right above your head.
It’s not working at all.
“Javi…”
“Let me do my thing,” he snarls while he’s desperately trying to connect with his feelings. His hands feel like someone’s else’s, hasty, trembling, inattentive.
“It will never work. And this is not your thing, this is bullshit,” you observe.
It doesn’t turn you on. It doesn’t even make you feel a little shiver down your spine and that’s very unlikely for Javi.
He’s great at fucking.
His cock is still soft beneath his pants.
You fear he’s about to yell at you but Javi drops his arms to his sides, sighing.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he admits, his lips twisted into a grimace.
There’s too much crowding in his head, you know that. He never failed to get hard as a rock as soon as he started touching you.
“It’s okay, babe, you need to relax and clear your mind,” you suggest.
“Yeah…you have some ideas how to do that?” His voice is more skeptical than you expected, almost ironic.
“Actually, yes, I have an idea,” you reply firmly.
He raises one of his brows at you and you feel a little offended. He doesn’t trust you? What’s with that?
“Let me try…” you propose and he grunts again, moving from above your body and sitting up on the bed.
As much as you don't like his attitude, you sit behind him and begin massaging his shoulders, speaking to him in a gentle tone. Prodding him and responding in kind wouldn't do any good now, you would only make him more tense and angry. And you know better than that.
“You had an awful day, am I right?” you softly whisper in his right ear while your hands move to his back, feeling strong muscles contracted beneath your fingers. It's as taut as a violin string. You work on a knot, trying to untie it, while he replies, annoyed, "Calling it awful is an understatement."
Jesus, he’s such a grump when he wants to be.
“I’m sorry about that, is there something you wanna talk about?” You offer and he says no.
Of course. He’s not sharing any detail with you tonight either.
“Okay fine, Mr Agent…think you wanna get rid of this shirt?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He unbuttons his pink shirt and throws it on a chair next to your bed.
You place your hand back on his shoulders, his body hot and lightly sweaty from the outside heat.
You massage some more, enjoying the feeling of it under your palms, caressing over his scars and freckles scattered across his amber skin.
His tension starts fading but you can still see his jaw clenched and his neck vein bulging.
“So I was thinking…what if you let me take the lead tonight and make all the decisions for you?”
“You think this will work?” He chuckles mockingly.
Javi is definitely a dom. He usually comes to you two times a week and he is the one in charge every time you have sex.
You fucked in every position, he called you every sort of names and pet names, he took your pussy and puckered hole more times you can count, he licked and rubbed and sucked and bit every inch of your body.
He never dropped his power, though.
“I think it will,” you coo, trying to make it sound inviting for him. “Think about it, you lie here and you let me do all the work, the only thing you’ll do is cum for me. Isn’t that great?”
“Um…” he mutters, “I’m not sure, I like being in control.”
“Well, you’ve never tried it… you make decisions all day, right? You face danger all day, even, isn’t that true? Maybe you’ll find that giving up power is nice. Therapeutic, even.”
He chuckles, not looking at you, but a more relaxed, amused expression appears on his face, his eyes softening.
“Well, your pussy has been therapeutic many times. But I don't know how much it would help me now… control makes me feel safe,” he confesses.
“You can trust me…You know me, I won't do anything you don’t want.”
Silence fills the room for a while. Javi is thinking, you could swear you hear his brain working and considering his options.
He didn’t get hard in the slightest, despite your half naked body ready for him to play with and the both of you are aware this is a problem.
He sighs, dropping his shoulders in resignation. “Okay, let’s try”
“I bet you’ll enjoy this,” you coo, tracing his neck with the pad of your fingers, caressing the soft skin over his pulse point.
“You need a safe word, just in case,” you say and Javi smirks “you’re taking it so seriously.”
“Well, it’s serious, told you I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
His lopsided smile dances on his lips and he replies, “Bogotá.”
“Ok. Finish undressing for me. You can keep your boxers on for now,” you order, taking over the mantle. “Lie down on the bed when you’re done.”
He gets up to undo his pants, under your watchful gaze. He lowers them to his ankles and takes them off, placing them on the chair next to his shirt. Underneath, he’s wearing tight black boxers that accentuate the shape of his cock. It’s still soft but no less imposing. Javi is thick, long, slightly curved to the right, tip darker than the rest of it, a little cute happy trail and a thick bush of dark hair at the base that he keeps neat and trimmed. In two words, downright delicious. One of the most beautiful cocks you’d ever seen. You know it well by now, know every way to drive him crazy.
You know he loves being the center of attention, loves feeling you gurgle around his shaft, you know he always squirms when he feels the back of your throat, and you know every grunt he makes as you suck his tip. You know he loves making you come with his mouth, licking you and fucking you with his tongue while he keeps you trapped on the bed, his hands digging into your thighs. You know he loves hearing you beg for him and call his name, you know he bucks his hips on the bed to relieve himself, too impatient to wait to be inside you, but he always hold back before he explodes because he loves doing that deep inside your pussy, even though he’s wearing a condom, and you'd always been adamant about that. You'd allowed him the extra-thin ones because you, too, love feeling his throbbing veins against your walls.
You know when he’s about to come and his jaw goes slack, his mouth agape, his eyes shut tight and his whole body tense with a last thrust that makes you wail.
You know he loves taking you from behind and play with your tits sometimes, and he loves to suck on your nipples when you’re under him.
He loves making you come over and over again while he presses your toy to your clit and works his way inside you with two or three of his thick fingers, scissoring and rubbing your special spot.
Always in control, always deciding what you two have to do, always taking the lead, aware of your body and what you like.
He’s becoming more than a client to you. You won’t make the mistake of dreaming about something romantic, you don’t really know who he really is outside this brothel. Knowing a person sexually doesn’t mean you are aware of his every nuance. On top of that, you never trusted a cop. He feels quite different from the others though, and you know how much he’s struggling now, the storm raging deep in his chest and you’re more than willing to try to calm him down.
“On all fours, darling,” you order.
Javi looks at you as if you’ve said something crazy, that skeptical eyebrow still cocked.
“What’s the matter? You want to disobey your mistress already?” you challenge him, hands on your hips, your chin proudly raised, your eyes shooting at him.
His jaw tightens, he doesn’t say anything, but you can see on his face how much he doesn’t like being bossed around. He’s a tough nut to crack. But that doesn’t scare you; in fact, you love a challenge.
He reluctantly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself as you commanded.
“Good boy” you beam and his neck snaps, looking back at you, fire in his eyes.
You know he wants to say something but you hold his gaze boldly and he bites back his words.
You can’t deny that you're enjoying teasing him, in fact, you indulge in it, adding, "Pull up that cute little ass, I want to see it properly."
He grunts, bending his elbows on the mattress, lifting his hips.
You hear him mutter, "This is ridiculous," thinking you can't hear him.
But oh, you heard him so well.
“Mmm that attitude needs to be fixed, I think you deserve being spanked,” you tell him “how does that sound?”
He nods, still not quite sure what he's doing.
You move closer to the bed, placing a hand on his ass cheek, caressing it over his boxers, before lifting your palm and letting it fall into a spanking as hard as you can.
“Fuck!” He lets out “this hurt!”
“Wanna use your safe word already?”
“No,” He answers stubbornly. You know he doesn't want to look like a crybaby. He's a tough guy, a cop, he chases criminals.
He can survive a couple of spanks from you.
He tries to change position, lowering his hips a little bit and you scold him “Nuh huh, none of that, stay still for me”
He grumbles in the back of his throat but does what you say.
You wait for the pain to turn into tingling and heat, and then pleasure, before doing it again. The second spank lands harder than the first.
Javi lets out another grunt, gritting his teeth, until his jaw slowly begins to unclench. He's still tense, but less so than before, and he's finally focused on you.
The third spank makes him moan, no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.
“Mmm start liking it, huh?” You gush and he finally falters “maybe… yes”
You giggle at his admission. “I knew that, sweet boy. Let’s see how sore you got”
You slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles, revealing his reddened skin underneath. “It’s not bad, but we can do better.”
You spank him again right after and despite his snarl, he’s getting hard.
You can see his cock swelling and starting to rise and your mouth water.
“Here you go…” you comment grazing it with your fingertips “see? You’re doing so well, baby”
Javi is stiff, not giving away how much he likes it and you’re not surprised. It’s his first time being a sub.
He sees other sex workers, you know that, but you’re pretty sure he’d never done this before.
“I…fuck, yeah, it’s working, give me more”
“Mmm haven’t heard the right word, baby…”
Javi rolls his eyes.
“Go on with this attitude and you’ll get nothing” you cross your arms over your chest, waiting.
“Please…” he mutters.
But you’re not pleased yet.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Please!”
“That’s better” you nod and spank him again.
He moans again, more eager than before. He sounds needy, and you like it.
Beads of sweat are glistening on his back, you bite your lower lips at the thought of how he might taste now.
It’s not time yet, you want him desperate and begging you like he means it.
“You can lie down now,” you order.
His ass cheek is flame red and a little swollen, he groans when he changes position.
Your room is dimly illuminated, it always is, cozy lamps on the side of the bed to create some atmosphere for your clients. You wish it was brighter tonight, too see him better, to catch his every squirm, his every change of expression.
He waits, lying on your sheets, still panting slightly.
“Roll on, now, let me see that pretty cock.”
When he turns you can see how hard he is, his impatient tip is leaking, his veins engorged, you can see him itching for you to touch it, to have some relief.
You smirk, cooing, “aw, look at that, you need some help, baby boy? Want me to take care of your pretty cock?”
He nods and says “Yes. Please.” Good thing he doesn’t dare reach for his cock with his own hand.
“You’re a fast learner. Good.”
You sit on the bed and take his cock. He hisses and you know he’s trying so hard not to buckle his hips, you can feel the tension in his body. You’re stroking him, slowly and gently.
You smile “don’t move, pretty boy. You’re going to take what I give to you. And no more bossy attitude. I’m the boss here, is that clear?”
“Yeah,” he surrenders “it is.”
Javi is finally yours to play with. You lick your lips.
“Where are your handcuffs?”
“Right pocket in my pants.”
You get up and he cries at the loss of your hand on his dick, which makes you smile proudly while taking the restraints out of his pocket.
You return to the bed, holding them with two fingers and swinging them.
“Do you have the key for these?”
“Yeah..” he mutters, already squirming on the bed for what you’re about to do.
“Okay. So, wanna try?”
“I… yes”
“Yes? Think you’re ready?”
“I am… yes”
You smile, reaching for his arms, bringing them above his head, slightly bent so that his wrists are joined. When you handcuff him, Javier shivers at the cold metal closing over his skin.
“Tasting your own medicine, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything but you can see need painted all over his face and his cock is impossibly hard.
You taking full control is arousing for him even if he isn’t saying it out loud.
You’re going to make him. The thrill of the challenge goes straight to your clit, a wave of pleasure runs through you and dampens your panties.
Panties you wore especially for him, lacy and black with a little red bow and a matching bra.
You know he likes them.
His eyes are wandering over your body, they’re darker and filled with lust.
“You look so perfect like this…all nice and ready for me.”
You take back his cock in your hand after spitting on your palm and start stroking him slowly again, making sure to graze every throbbing vein, deliberately avoiding the tip.
Javi twitches, handcuffs clanking, his hips involuntary buckling, biting down hard on his lips to try to hold back his moans.
“Aw let out those pretty sounds, honey,” you purr, speeding up the pace of your hand. “I wanna hear how much you’re liking it.”
His velvety skin slides up and down, lewd and squelching in your hand, his thickness filling it completely.
He looks at you desperately, watery eyes, mouth agape but still silent, until you graze his tip, gathering his precum, smearing it al over his shaft. And then Javi moans. He moans once, twice, three times in a crescendo, sounds bouncing off the walls of your room.
He never moaned before, he grunts, he grumbles, he calls you baby and slut and filthy bunny, sometimes he uses Spanish, but he never moans.
And you’re loving the sound of it.
“Oh baby, look at this pretty cock, all drippy for me, you need your mistress to make you feel better, don’t you?” You beam, pitiful and condescending the exact same way he does with you.
And he begs. “P-please, please make me cum,” his voice cracked and hoarse.
“Mmm not yet, darling…I know, it feels good to be at my mercy, doesn't it? Yeah, look at this mess you’ve made, you’re so wet…but you’re gonna cum when I say it, like a good boy. You wanna be good boy for me, yeah?”
His tip is swollen, red and angry under your touch, as you’re swirling your finger on his slit, spreading precum all over, grazing the underside of his cock from time to time, pumping him so fast you’re pretty sure he’s on the edge.
You lower your face and kitten lick his slit and Javi whines so hard you get even more wet, panties ruined, the material stuck to your folds that reveals the shape of your pussy.
You stop right before he cums and he whines, he whines like a baby who lost his favorite toy.
“Told you it wasn’t time yet, honey” you shrug and he grumbles. You giggle, caressing his sweaty cheek “awww baby, don’t be upset, you just have to wait a little bit, you know. You don’t want me to stop playing with you, right? Tell me if you do.”
He pushes a “no” out of his lips, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you want more, I knew it… give me a kiss”
You lower towards him and gently leave a peck on his lips, before diving in and pulling him into a deeper kiss, his neck craned, his body shivering asking for more attention. His mustache deliciously rubs your upper lip, his tongue frantically search for yours, your lips perfectly fitted together.
He tastes like smoke and whiskey and something uniquely his that always makes your knees feel like jelly.
He’s so good at kissing.
Many men are too hasty, some suck too much, bite too much, drool too much. He does none of that. His lips are slightly chapped sometimes but still inviting, luscious and incredibly skilled.
With him, kissing has become one of your favorite foreplays, and it never was before.
You break the kiss to look at him, his eyes are shiny, the crease between his eyebrows is deeper, his lower lip trembles to have you back as he mutters “why?”
“Because… my pretty boy…” you smirk, your hand yanking at the hair on the base of his neck, “I got a nice a idea.”
He looks pretty pathetic at the moment and you’ve never seen him this way before but it’s so pleasing, as much as you love him being a dom.
You take off your panties and throw them next to him, then stand on the bed, straddling him. Javi is confused, not knowing what to expect. At the same time, he can't take his eyes off your wet pussy. You wink at him and whisper, "You're going to enjoy this," before advancing towards his face.
A glimmer of realization lights up his eyes, and he smiles saying “yeah… pretty sure about it.”
You lower your hips until they're an inch from his face, your naked pussy just above his lips and nose. "Say you want nothing more than my pussy. Say you’re my slut tonight.”
"I-," he hesitates, his domming part still resurfacing “I want…”
“What? Say it out loud,” you instruct him.
“I want nothing more than your pussy, please. I’m your slut tonight,” he says it all in one breath, a frown on his face, perhaps afraid you might have second thoughts. You don't think he's ashamed of being submissive anymore, not when he's so close to your cunt, not when it's practically dripping all over him and a small flick of his tongue would be enough to taste you. It's funny, now he sees it as a reward when all the other times he'd order you and you'd silently comply.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie, you’re such a good puppy,” you praise him, smiling mischievously.
A second later, you lower yourself, covering his face.
His tongue doesn't wait, darting out and beginning to greedily lick your folds.
“Fuck! Your tongue was made for this” you purr, in absolute ecstasy.
His mustache tickles your skin so deliciously, offering extra stimulation, and now it’s your turn to moan loudly. He feels so divine, you can’t help it.
He licks down your slit and moves up again to your clit, taking it into his mouth.
You would love for him to take a handful of your ass but he can’t and judging by the way he’s wiggling his tied up wrists he wishes he could touch you more than anything. Seeing him struggle is hot. You peek behind your back for a moment and his cock is still hard as a rock, leaking profusely. Your mouth waters at the sight, eager to put it back between your lips.
“Jesus…” you breath at him sucking on your clit, his lips sealed on your bundle of nerves, he grunts against it, sending a wave of pleasure through your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
Your hands are anchored to the headboard, your hips rocking into his face, pressing down, his nose soaked in your juices, his whiskers glistening, your essence sliding down his chin.
“Just like that, puppy, keep going - GOD - make your mistress proud.”
His eyes are closed but you can tell he’s so focused on you now, like nothing else.
You knew you had some tricks up your sleeve and they’re working perfectly.
His tongue is now fucking your dripping hole.
“That’s what you needed, huh? You needed my pussy to make you feel better?”
He groans against you and you tease him even more “yeah, I know, darling and it’s - FUCK - it’s your lucky day, cause I’m thinking about taking your cock back in my mouth since you started.”
You detach from him to turn around, getting rid of your bra, wantonly whispering “yeah, we’re gonna make a 69 out of this” and the way he cries at the loss of you makes you even more eager.
He’s so enthralled by you he can’t even reply, he just whines and moans pathetically.
He now has your puckered hole on full display along with your pussy and you know he couldn’t have asked for any better.
He gets to use his mouth again, lustfully swiping between your two holes, his flat tongue lapping at both, your hips swaying just right, pushing into his face.
You lean to take his cock back into your mouth, moaning on his shaft, taking as much as you can in, just the way you know he likes it, gurgling a bit until your jaw adjusts and his tip is hitting the back of your throat, your nose grazing at his bush.
He’s a whimpering mess, the metallic sound of the handcuffs has grown louder, he's so desperate to touch you that for a moment you consider freeing him. You miss his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving bruises that you chuckle at in the mirror the next day.
But not yet. Thinking of this, you raise yourself slightly, holding his cock at the base with one hand, sucking the pre-cum from its tip, one of your hands caressing his balls, gently squeezing them, your nipples grazing his tummy and giving you that extra thrill that’s making your head light.
He’s thrusting his tongue into you as you drip all over his face.
Your orgasm builds in your lower tummy, you’re right on the edge as he’s rimming your puckered hole and then he reaches your clit again and that’s what sends you in a rapture.
You cum so hard your voice cracks as you wail and push your hips down into his face.
He doesn’t stop, licking your folds, guiding you through your peak, your whole body shaking against him, your hands fisting at the sheets underneath you.
“God… this was so fucking hot,” you moan, trying to regain your normal breath, lying down on his lap, your cheek resting on his leg.
He stays quiet for a while, just waiting for you to calm down, your fingers lazily drawing circles on his hairy thigh.
“Please…” he begs “please make me cum, please.”
“Aw, darling” you purr, before reaching for his cock again, running your tongue over his throbbing veins. “You wanna cum so badly, aren’t you? Wanna cum in my mouth, pumpkin?”
He just mumbles with a throaty voice “pussy… p-please” and you giggle “that’s what I thought”
You reach for his pants again, rummaging through his pockets for the key and return to the bed to remove the handcuffs. His wrists are red and his arms must be numb. When you remove them, he rubs his wrists, letting out a small groan of pain.
"Poor little thing, you were so good...” taking his wrists and kissing them.
“You deserve a reward," you concede, leaning closer and licking the tip of his nose. You take a condom from your drawer and open the wrapper. Javi looks at you impatiently, hungrily, full of desire. You expertly unroll it over his still hard cock.
“Here you go baby, now move behind me, I want you to fuck me in doggy…your favorite.”.
Javi immediately gets up, settling into the position you ordered and finally his hands fly to your hips, gripping them, as he lines up with your entrance, your pussy fluttering right before his eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful” he says, almost barking.
“Show me how good you are, pretty boy,” you tease.
He pushes the tip in, starting to stretch you out, inch by inch, even though you're so wet he could fit in one quick thrust.
He usually makes you beg, because he knows how much you love feeling him sink slowly inside you, feeling his shaft stretching you and your hole welcoming him, swallowing him whole.
You feel his hips shaking with need until he can’t hold it back anymore and he buckles into you, making you gasp when his tip hits your gummy spot, the one that always makes you see stars.
“Christ…” you moan “move. Move for your mistress, baby, fuck me hard”
And he does. He starts to roll his hips, reaching your special spot again and again, thrusting into you so deeply only moans are coming out of your mouth.
“I need to feel your tits, please, please I need it so bad” he asks, not smugly, not cocky, just softly as a puppy who begs for his prize.
You get up, your back against his sweaty chest, as he immediately grabs at your breasts, filling his palms and starting to knead.
“Holy fuck, yes, yes baby, touch me, play with my nipples” you urge.
His fingers pull and pinch and twist your hardened buds, while his cock keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuck me, Javi, come deep in my pussy.”
He lets out an animalistic growl and one of his hands flies to your clit and starts flicking it, while the other one keeps feasting on your tit.
“You’re gripping me so hard…” he moans and bites down on your skin, leaving a mark where your neck and shoulders meet.
“It’s so fucking good… so good for me, baby mmm cum for me.”
He’s been holding back so much he explodes as soon as you give him permission and you can feel his cock twitch hard inside you, his tips kissing that spot again and another orgasm mounts in you as he spams desperately into your soaking wet pussy.
“I’m about to come…” you rasp and his hand keeps working on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipple and his cock ruts into you until you clamp down on him like you’re trying to choke his cock, your juices running down his length and onto his balls.
You collapse down on the bed, out of breath, exhausted, his weight pressing you against the mattress, his dick still deep inside you.
He pulls out and sits up to carefully remove the condom, ties it up, and throws it in the wastebasket next to the nightstand.
“Come back to me, pumpkin” you whine “hold me tight.”
He does, pulling you close and embracing you, your head resting on his chest as he strokes your hair and leaves little kisses on your forehead.
You stay like this until you come down completely from your peak, and his chest stops rising and falling rapidly beneath your head.
“So, what do you think? Is it that bad to be my sub?”
“No, I have to admit…it was nice… and it helped, my head is clear now…only full of your pussy…” he jokes.
Whatever problem he had is so far away from him right now and you couldn’t be more happy.
You laugh, raising your eyes to meet his.
His face is relaxed and he’s smiling beautifully.
“You should smile more often, it looks good on you” you tell him softly, stretching your neck to kiss him.
He chuckles right on your lips. “Maybe I should, at least when I’m with you.”
You don't know what the two of you are, you don't know what you feel right now, and you don't want to analyze it, label it, and ask for more than you can get from him.
You are sure of one thing, though. Javi is a man of few words, always has been, but you know how to get him to say the right ones.
