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joeloverture · 4 months ago

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beneath the window | j.m. drabble

pairing: jackson!joel x f!reader summary: you suck off joel by his workbench. warnings: 18+ mdni. smut/pwp. deepthroating. sucking cock. praise. ball worship. joel miller is affectionate. he's also ever so slightly subby while maintaining slight dominance. oh and implied age gap. throatpie. word count: 1579 a/n: i wrote this in an hour i'm so so so so sorry. the new photos ruined me it's probably bad. i'm horny. down horrendous. want to please him. etcetera. enjoy in lieu of being sad. he lives on in our hearts blah blah blah. @ovaryacted this is for u.

Anyone passing the window of Joel Miller’s workshop would be none the wiser to what you got up to beneath the window sill.

It’s a lazy, idle Sunday morning. Dust motes float through honey-colored shafts of light coming in through the muddled glass. There’s not a sound except for the scuff and scrape of sandpaper on Joel’s latest woodworking venture.

The door is closer to his bad ear, and your footsteps are muffled by a pair of fluffy socks you’d nicked off of Ellie. He doesn’t hear you, shows no sign of noticing you until you’re right next to him. His breath cinches as you press a soft kiss into the plane of his neck. One hand rubs at the knobs of his broad shoulders, the other trailing down his abdomen to preemptively flick the button on his jeans wide open.

“Whatcha doin’, honey?” he croons as soon as you’ve sunk to your knees. You let out a soft little noise as you kiss down his clothed abdomen. It tightens under your ministrations. The scraping at Joel’s desk stops as he reaches a hand down to cup your cheek. A calloused thumb brushes at your parted lips, luring a breath out of you.

“Nothing, Joel,” you say, an innocent glaze slicked over your wanting eyes.

“Mmm, don’t look like nothin’ to me.” His thumb tugs at the petal of your lower lip. You nudge the corner of your forehead into his pudge, feeling him. Breathing him in, that smell of pine burning in a hearth. His eyes shoot shut when your nose taps at the tip of his cock through his jeans. “Been missing me, sweetheart? ‘S that what this is? I ain’t been lovin’ on ya enough.”

“You love on me plenty, baby. Gotta let me love on you.” You bully the zipper down with a simper crooking at your lips.

His cock is already half-hard. He’s told you it’s pavlovian, whatever the hell that means. Something about how whenever you’re around, he can’t stop himself from needing you. From the heat between your thighs that feels like a startled sunburn, from the slick already leaking into the gusset of your panties, you suppose you’re pavlovian too.

You spit hastily into your hand, giving him a quick pump before you circle your hot mouth around his head, flushed and wanting. Joel groans, hips giving a shallow jerk against his stool. You give him a chastising glare — he’s already had to put the seat back together three times after… incidents.

“Alright, alright,” he relents. His hands leave you altogether, returning to the clutter upon his desk. You hear a knife scritching at wood, the wet suckle of your mouth against his tip. His breaths are choppy as you suckle on him, tongue working at the vein below his cock. Your fist, as small as it is compared to his wide girth, tries its best to wrap around the base, now fully hard and solid. He lets out a jagged pant as you dip your head deeper, urging his cock further back in your throat. More saliva meshes between your mouth and his cock, and he gives a bit of a jerk between your tongue and the roof of your mouth.

A shaky breath tumbles out of him. “Shit,” he exhales as you hear a noise a little too similar to the prick of his carving knife against his thumb. He might be crafting, but you see the blister of his gaze on you, two hot coals searing through your skin. Looking through you, seeing your basest desires.

“There ya go,” he rasps as you bob your head at him, swirling your tongue around where he stretches your lips wide open. You tug back, tongue slipping out to lave at the precum oozing from his slit. “So pretty,” Joel says, eyes only on you.

You smile as you dip below the curve of his cock. You raise a slippery palm to his balls, already within arms reach on account of how low they hang. With a little squeeze, his hips cant up again, and you arch a brow at him. Joel groans, hand fumbling down to the back of your head. It’s too gentle to urge, but just stern enough to cradle you as your lips lock around one of his fuzzy balls. Your tongue swipes and spirals along the thin skin as your hand goes to join, toying with the other. You all but fondle him, working him over, under, and around; all of the ways you’ve gotten to know him in your relationship. You suck at his sack.

You shouldn’t be all too surprised to hear his strained whimper, but he does. His cock twitches from the lack of attention. You pout at him. “You’re so needy, Miller.”

“For you, darlin’? Hell, I’m lucky I ain’t already creamed in that tight little throat ‘a yours. Keep goin’.” You whine at the praise, a low keen in your throat as your thighs stitch together again. You give him an all but wanton look, diving back into his sack.

You suck and tweak and slurp at his balls, alternating between the two. He seems to forgo all attempts of woodworking as he has one hand wrapped with an ironclad grip around the ledge of his desk, and another, much gentler hand, wound against the back of your head.

You give an especially hard suck to the ball in your mouth, a rush trickling through you as you feel it tense up between your locked lips. “Fuck me, honey, ‘s so good. You’re so good.” His head dips forward, eyeing you as you tongue at him. You hold eye contact with him, absorbing that heaving in his chest, the jump of his Adam’s apple, the crook in his brows that you’ve kissed so many times before. His eyes are blown wide above you, breath torn in his lungs.

You swish saliva in your mouth as you draw back and loosen a string of it along the bulk of his cock, all the way to his slit. He flinches, entire body drawn tight and loose at the same time. His nails dig into the back of your skull, nudging you forward. “Oh, goddamn. C’mon, honey, suck it. Know you wanna suck it f’ me.”

You only languidly pump him, smearing the saliva you’d just spread all over him. You flick your tongue over the tip, followed in close succession by your thumb. You tuck your head lower, determined to take him as close to the base as you can get it. You make room for him in your throat, nudging him deeper and deeper with each shattering breath he takes. His cock almost springs into the back of your throat, tapping at your gag reflex, cozying up beyond it. You gag, sputtering. Spit hangs out of your lips, drags along his length. His groan is debauched.

His voice is hoarse and roughened with desire as he says, “Pretty fuckin’ thing, gagging on my cock. So damn good at that.” You would smile around him if not for how much he stretches your mouth out.

You settle for bobbing your head faster, letting him barge against the back of your throat again, again, again. You choke and heave lightly against his cock, which serves to only quicken his breathing. From where you are on your knees, you can see the clamping of his abdomen. You pull back only to sink back down, taking him from his swollen, leaking head all the way to his base. You nestle your forehead against his stomach, a tiny little whine stumbling out of you. Your fist tightens around the part of him that can’t fit into your mouth.

Joel’s hips jerk. Ragged groans spill from his throat. His hips buck at every single swivel of your tongue against him, even more so at every grasp your throat takes around him. He whimpers. Your eyes burn and you aren’t sure why until a crystalline tear leaks over your waterline. Precum tickles down into your throat and you swallow it instinctively.

Joel makes a noise as if he’s been punched. His cock jerks in your throat, balls tighten under his base. His cock catches at the back of your throat. He gasps out, “Blowin’ me like it’s your fuckin’ job, goddammit, oh honey that’s, shit, baby, I’m coming, I’m comin’—”

His tip bumps the back of your throat. His moan is subdued and so, so breathy. Your navel sinks with heat as he breaks in your mouth, hands clambering against the desk, against your head, wherever he can find purchase as his cock spews cum down your throat. You whine, swallowing him down through his peak. His hips buck and jerk, thighs tightening and loosening. His body loosens, slumping against the desk. His gasps and the glucking of your throat is all you hear.

“G-good girl. Thas’ a good girl for me,” he exhales. He pulls back, fully spent and heaving from pleasure.

“Mhm, you’re welcome,” you quip, smirking.

His thumb reaches up to swipe a tear from your eye. He pats his thigh as he gets up, tucking himself into his jeans. He hisses from oversensitivity. “C’mon girl. I might be done, but I can smell that sloppy little slit from up here.”

He clears his desk in one swipe, and based on that dark glint in his eyes, you’ll be lucky if he lets you stop at two.

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bernardsbendystraws · 11 months ago

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𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 — 𝐌.𝐒.

synopsis: Matt loves his pretty doll.

warnings: SMUT , praise kink, lingeries, and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

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Looking into the mirror, I smooth over the delicate lace hugging my skin. I felt so pretty. The woman staring back at me seemed foreign, some type of angel with a new found confidence.

Matt was supposed to be home any minute. He had done a quick run out to go help Nick pick up something from the warehouse.

To say my sweet boyfriend was pissed off at that was an understatement. Some type of concert had made getting an Uber impossible for Nick. Matt was his only option.

He had left angrily as I started to clean up dinner. We had made a pasta dish we both enjoyed, cooking together and playing music as we swayed in the kitchen. Although that could be classified as any other regular day for a couple, it wasn’t for us. Neither of us enjoyed going out in public. We both got overwhelmed by surroundings and we just wanted to be able to appreciate each other fully.

I was now glad he had to leave for a brief trip. In fact, I was grinning ear to ear as I adjusted the mesh fabric on my hips. My skin peeking through the lace seems to have a certain type of softness in the way it looks. The lingerie set had been bought a week ago when I was out shopping, but I hadn’t built up the courage to wear it yet. Not until now.

Placing my silk bathrobe on, I tie the front as I walk to the living room of our shared apartment. The couch sinks with my weight as I pull the robe to cover my legs.

Time moves slowly as I watch Matt’s location move through my phone screen. I see his car stop at Nick’s place, moving toward our apartment.

It took approximately four minutes from the two destinations. After all, it was basically a daily occurrence to visit his brothers.

The only thing to do is wait.

Rolling my lips on my teeth, I feel the muscle plump up. My heart lurches in my throat as the door jiggles, unlocking.

Matt is looking towards the ground as he slides off his shoes and shuts the door. He lets out a brief sigh as his eyes wander upward, squinting with a smile as he looks straight at me.

“Hi, baby. Sorry, I tried to be as quick as possible.” he says, leaning a kiss on the top of my head. His hands wander down, rubbing his palms over my silk covered shoulders. “Are you tired? Do you not wanna watch the movie anymore?” he questions.

“No, I…I just wanted to change. That’s all.” I rush out, biting into my cheek as I try to keep my eyes calm.

Matt cocks his head to the side with confusion. His hand runs up and rubs along my jawline. Bringing his face down to mine, he plants a soft kiss onto my lips. “M’kay. I’ll go change into my sweats and we can just cuddle up, okay? Be right back.” he says, pushing his lips onto mine once more before walking around to the bedroom.

My leg starts to shake anxiously while I wait for him. I hear the shuffle of his movements, each time I suspect his feet to be pattering back into the living room, my throat starts to overflow with saliva.

What if he doesn’t like it?

What if it’s too much?

What if it’s not enough?

Sex was incredible with Matt. He always made sure the intimacy started before the bedroom and sex was never just expected. Sometimes it was slow morning sex, other times it was a way to reconnect after a long day. It was never anything crazy. He treated me with the utmost respect, making sure I felt incredible and relaxed.

“Hey, sweetheart, do you want me to rub your back? I know you said it was hurtin’ earlier.”

My eyes snap out of the trained daze on the blank TV, looking over to see him sitting beside me on the couch, turning my shoulder to gain better access as he starts to massage the tissue.

“Is this good? You want me to move your robe a bit?”

His fingers dance under the fabric. My eyes go wide as I push his hand off, pulling the silk back in place.

“No, no, no, it’s…it’s fine…really,” I quiver the words out with rushing anxiety. My posture straightens as I feel Matt hug my arms, pulling me against his chest.

His lips press soft kisses on my beating pulse. I can practically hear the drum in my ears as my chest aches from holding my breath. “What’s up? Are you okay?” he whispers. His breath hitting against my neck makes the hairs along the skin stick up straight, a static warmth burying in the pit of my gut with anxiety and anticipation.

“I—-uh, yeah. It’s just, you don’t have to do all that,” I squint my eyes shut at the poor excuse of a lie.

Matt sways me side to side in his arms before trailing his hands back up to my shoulders. “Sweetheart, I love takin’ care of you. Just, let me help you relax. Here,”

His fingers brush the silk down with ease. My bare shoulder shivers from the cold air, soothed as his fingers run along the skin. The lace strap shields part of his body heat as he traces over the fabric delicately. I feel his hand gather my hair, moving it to reveal the clear scene.

“Fuck…”

I fight the urge to push him away as his breath swarms onto my skin. The tip of his nose dances along the side of my neck, stopping at the edge of my shoulder.

“Is this for me, baby?” he asks. My body leans further against him as his palm presses me closer to his chest. The motion leaves the silk sleeve dropping further, exposing the brim of the unlined lace bra.

“Sweetheart, this…” my heart drops as he trails off. His palm pressed against my stomach pulls gently on the tie of the robe. The silk covering falls with gravity, gathering in a puddle around me on the couch. “---this is all for me? God, so pretty, baby. So so so gorgeous…”

The calloused fingers tread teasingly light up my torso. He wraps his fingers just below the lace trimming, soothing his hands over my rib cage. Soft, gentle movements leave me letting out a breath, sinking my body further to his. His sweet lips gently kiss down my neck and back up.

“I…mhm…”

I confirm his statement with an embarrassing hum elongated as I lose myself in the sensations he gives. The underside of my breast is teasingly being grazed by his fingers as his other hand rubs up and down the top of my arm. Gentle pecks turn warmer. His tongue prods through his lips, leaving a trail of saliva as my skin begins to ache.

“Can you sit on my lap, sweetheart?” Nodding mindless, I let him help me sit on his thighs. He adjusts me to have both of my legs swinging on one side, his arm wrapping around my back for support and his hand grasping on tightly to my thigh. “Just like that, god…” his eyes flicker towards mine briefly as I feel his thumb swivel on my thigh. The fall to my near-naked figure, plundering in the sight as he licks over his lips with hungry eyes.

His other hand trails between my thighs, grabbing tightly at the upper half. My gut clenches as his fingers massage gently. I can feel the heat radiating downward to my core. His lips meet my collarbone, utilizing more exposed skin as he kisses along the tops of my breasts.

“Mmmmm,” he hums in content, getting sloppier with each movement. His tongue is drooling as he practically swallows my skin. The hand on my inner thigh trails higher, a vibrating pulse electrocuting through me as he fingers graze the thin lace fabric covering me.

“God,” he pants against my neck, “I can feel how wet you are, baby. Is that all for me too?” he taunts.

I nod my head, letting it push hard against his shoulder as he starts to rub me through the delicate lace. The minimal shield it has from his touch leaves me breathless. He rubs his fingers lightly. The wet warmth is running viciously through my folds as he continues that torturing antics.

“Yeah—’s all…all for you,” I whisper between breaths.

Matt hums along my neck, his nose tickling me as he moves right beneath my ear. “Good. Can I touch you more, princess? Are you gonna let me play with that pretty pussy, hm?” he asks. I nod vigorously as the tip of his fingers pull the fabric between my legs upward. “--’m gonna keep this pretty little outfit on, you just…” he sighs against my shoulder. “---just looks so perfect for me.”

The thin fabric covering my pussy is pulled to the side as he glides his fingers gently down my folds. My clit burns achingly from his touch. Leaning further back into him, my neck is craned over his shoulder as I see him from my peripheral. He stares down at me with a soft daze. I moan loudly as I feel his fingers prod teasingly at my entrance before trailing back up and circling my sensitive bud.

My face contorts into a furrowed expression from the building heat gathering in my gut. The light touches become passionate, sloppy movements aided by a slick running out of me as I feel his breath fan onto my cheek.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? You want more?” he purrs.

“I…please,” I strain out.

“Don’t worry.” His fingers speed through with movements, three of his fingers flattening as he creates a gentle friction on my hooded clit. A broken rasp leaves my lips as my eyes go wide. His fingers circle, hitting a delicate pulse of nerves with each swivel of his hand. My stomach burns as I arch against him. “I love takin’ care of my girl, remember? Fuck….look so pretty for me like this—my cute lil doll, huh?” he coos.

“Oh–”

The broken moan feverishly echoes in the air as his movements speed up. Although little fabric is covering my skin, it all feels too hot—too warm. Parted lips as enveloped by his warm mouth as he kisses me with passion. My noises vibrate in our mouths as his tongue sloppily licks inside of my mouth.

“C’mon, baby. You’re suckin’ my finger so hard. Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?”

Strains of desperate pleas are silenced by his lips sucking over mine. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue takes advantage of my agape mouth, pushing deeper as he explores every nook and cranny possessively.

My teeth clench into his lip as I shake in his grip. Leg muscles tense and ache as a fever washes over my body with a burning contortion of heated relief. Matt groans as his lips are pulled by me, his fingers soothing to a gentle stop slowly as I ride down the high.

“Fuck, princess, that’s it….let it all out for me,” he reminds.

The wave of euphoria settles to a pit of exhaustion as I let my body roll limp in his arms. His fingers tug the fabric to cover my pussy, patting and rubbing gently over the fabric as I squirm.

“God—you look so fuckin’ sexy like this, cumming for me,” he kisses on my cheek, pulling me into him to cradle me. I lay limply, letting my limbs fall languid in his embrace.

“I,” I let out a tired laugh with half-hooded eyes. “--I was so nervous you wouldn’t like it.”

“Like it?” he questions, astonished as he rocks my body side to side in his arms.

“I fuckin’ love it.”

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