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euphoricosmo · 11 months

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say yes to heaven | j.m

pairing: chiro!joel miller x fem!patient!reader

summary: dr. joel miller gives you a little more than an adjustment.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: porn, literal porn. so much sexual tension, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 43), dr!joel x patient!reader, soft!dom joel (he’s gonna get freakier) x sub!reader, oral (f receiving). that it’s for now.

a/n: i needed to satisfy my chiropractor joel thoughts im not sorry. also thinking about turning this into a series so let me know if you’d want that ;) HUGE THANK YOU to my girl @chloeangelic for helping me with this one + coming up with the caption— she’s so talented, and writes some off my fav joel fics 💞

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“So, where exactly are you feeling pain?”

You stare at the doctor, leaning against the counter with a clipboard in his hand. Your mouth dries as you urge your brain to have thoughts. You’re incredibly distracted by his broad figure, his messy hair, the scruff on his face and how small the pen looks in his hand. His eyebrows raise at you, pulling you from your inappropriate thoughts.

“My lower back, uh… my hips too.” You nod as you answer, staring at his hand moving across the clipboard, recording your answers.

You gulp as he looks up at you. “Do you work on your feet?”

“‘Mhm,” you answer, playing with the rings on your finger.

“And you’re 23, correct?”

“Yes, Dr. Miller,” you confirm while he continues to scribble. He sets the clipboard down on the table, giving you a short smile and motioning to the table.

“Just Joel is fine,” he chuckles, “and you can sit for now.” He opens the drawer below the sink, going to grab something. “I’m just gonna start with a few basic tests since you’re a new patient.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, trying to pull your eyes away from how good his back looks while he’s turned away from you. You sit up on the table, settling and taking a breath before he takes a few steps to you.

Joel suddenly kneels in front of you, sending your heart rate up at the view. He looks up at you, sensing the way you tense up. “Are you nervous?”

“Um, a little,” you say, shrugging and leaning back on your hands.

He licks his lips, seemingly holding back a smile. “Just relax. That’s the whole point of this.”

“Right,” you nod, and he begins the small set of tests. He checks the reflexes in your legs, then finally stands up so that you have to look up at him now. He holds you by your elbow, telling you to relax your arm while he checks the reflexes in that area. He finishes both sides, and then nods, writing quickly against the counter.

“Perfect. Can you stand up for me for a moment?” You immediately move to get up from the table, looking at him and waiting for your next instruction. He’s unable to hide the slight smirk now, eyes dark while he looks at you. “Turn around. Is it okay if I lift your shirt?”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “That’s fine.”

“Good girl,” he mutters. Now that he can’t see you, you allow your eyes to widen and your jaw to drop slightly as his words. The tension is so subtle you wonder if it’s even actually happening.

Joel lifts your shirt, your chest staying covered while he inspects your back. He lifts his hand to run a finger down the curve of your spine, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. You roll your eyes at yourself for getting so worked up at the smallest touch, knowing he can definitely see the way your body reacts to him.

“Are my hands okay?” He asks then.

“Yes,” you say in almost whisper, allowing him to continue. Both of his large hands make contact with your waist, his thumbs pressing into either side of your spine. He continues to touch you gently, feeling for certain spots in your back.

“Your spine is slightly curved to the left— nothing to worry about, but it’s most likely what’s causing your pain,” he explains, pulling your top down. He presses a hand to your now clothed back, and turns you around in one movement. “I think with a few adjustments, I’d be able to alleviate a lot of that pain.” You nod dumbly, barely listening as you watch his lips. “Does that sound okay, honey?”

You instinctively bite your lip at the pet name, but quickly realize how dazed you must look to him and pull yourself together. “That- Yes, that’s good.” You blink and his head tilts slightly as you don’t recover fast enough for him to not notice the way you just looked at him. But he doesn’t mind, no, he’s looking at you the same way.

“Lay down on your stomach for me.” Joel’s eyes flicker to the table next to you. You do as he says, leaning down onto the cushion. “Yeah, just like that.”

You almost whimper, feeling that familiar feeling settling in your tummy as your panties dampen. Your eyes fall shut as you feel his hand on the small of your back, pressing into different places. “Does any of this feel uncomfortable?” Joel asks.

“No.”

“What about here?” His hand moves dangerously low, nearing the curve of your ass as he applies pressure.

“Nope,” you say in a small voice.

“You have a slight rotation in your pelvis,” he notes, hand still ghosting over your skin. Oh, God. What’s he looking at? “Bother you when I touch you here?”

“No, it doesn't bother me.” You’re not even sure what he’s talking about anymore, you just know you don't want him to stop.

“Good girl,” Joel praises again, patting you. Your skin is on fire in every place that he touches. His hand moves directly over your ass, pressing into the muscle and you can’t help but gasp, lifting your head off the table slightly. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, fine,” you stutter, letting your head relax back down again.

“Don’t be sorry,” he speaks, his deep voice sounding like honey.

“There’s a bit of tightness in your glutes,” Joel begins, softly massaging you. “You’d need a physiotherapist for that, but I’ll see what we can do about it first.”

You breathe out as he releases you and walks to the end of the table, holding both of your ankles in his hands and lining your body up to get a better look. “Your left side is a little shorter than the right. I can help that with a few adjustments to your hips as well.” You hum in agreement, his thumb rubbing small circles into your ankle. “Okay, flip over for me, sweetheart, gonna check your hips now.”

You turn over, resting on your back now and staring up at the ceiling with your hands resting on your abdomen. You watch out of your peripheral vision as he comes to the side of the table, lifting and bending your right leg into your chest. “Does this hurt at all?”

“Yes,” you tell him. His eyebrows furrow slightly in concentration as he pushes your bent leg across your body to the left, not applying too much pressure.

“And this, honey?”

“Yeah, that feels uncomfortable.”

He does the same on the other side, getting similar answers from you on the amount of pain you’re feeling. He sits in the circular rolling chair, right by your side as you continue to lay on your back. You tilt your head towards him as he speaks, trying to focus on what the hell he’s saying. “It seems you have a hip impingement. There are a few mobility stretches I can show you that will help with that. But overall, you’re young, malleable. I’d say you have nothing serious to worry about…”

You don’t hear much after that, just watching him, eyes raking over his body. The way he sits with his legs spread, his arms draped over his legs, hands resting in between them. You can smell his cologne from how close he is to you, the scent filling your lungs and making you feel dizzy.

“Did you hear me?”

You blink. “Uh, yeah. Yes.”

He pauses, smirking at you, eyes narrowing slightly. You think he’s about to comment on the way you totally just checked him out, but he says nothing as he moves to sit at the front of the table by your head. Joel’s hands are on your shoulders, you can feel the warmth of his body, his legs on either side of the head rest. He massages into them, trailing his hands up your neck and into your hair. You can’t help but shut your eyes, holding back your moans and clenching your thighs together tightly.

“You seem kinda tense, honey.” You can hear the amusement in his voice. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”

Your eyes snap open. “Uh… I, um—”

“You can be honest,” Joel says, the cockiness dripping from his voice. “It’s supposed to feel good.”

“Yes,” you admit, your face beginning to feel warm.

“Yeah, you do,” he says quietly, almost to himself. The words have your hands sweating, thighs pressing together while your hips shift up slightly with need. You don’t say anything as he holds your head into his hands, moving it gently from right to left, loosening you up before he sharply cracks your neck to one side. You sigh at the relieving feeling, whimpering softly as he cracks your neck to the other side as well. He’s suddenly grateful you can’t see him as the bulge grows in his pants.

“Feel good?” He asks.

“Yes, Joel.”

He adjusts his pants, cock growing harder at the sweet sound of your voice uttering his name. Joel stands up, placing both of his hands under your shoulder to lift your back. You’re in a seated position, your legs straight out in front of you. You watch him as he walks to the side, the growing bulge in his pants unable to go unnoticed as he settles next to you. You do your best not to look, but he notices you glancing down anyway.

“Cross your arms over your chest for me.” He guides your arms to the correct position then says, “I’m gonna place one hand on your shoulder, then lower you down onto my other hand. You’re gonna feel pressure, but it won’t hurt, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, blinking up at him, doe eyed. Joel nods, eyes flickering to your breasts in the tight shirt you’re wearing as he begins to lower you. Your back cracks slightly, but not as much as he needs it to. “Hm, tighter than I thought,” he says with that annoying smirk on his face. “Let me try another position.”

You nod again, your teeth between your lips. He shakes his head slightly, his eyes on your mouth for a moment before moving behind you. “Lock your hands behind your head.” You hold onto your hands tightly as he laces his arms through yours, his hands finding your back. “I’m gonna lay you down over my knee, okay?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, the sound making his cock twitch in his pants. A few minutes ago you would’ve been embarrassed, but you’re so turned on by Joel’s hands on you that you can’t even care.

“Fuck,” Joel laughs breathlessly. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

You tilt your head to look back at him. “I don’t know what you mean, doctor.” He raises his eyebrows at you, your voice laced with fake innocence. “Look forward,” Joel demands.

Once you do, he’s lowering you down onto his knee, the crack audible as all the tension in your back releases. You don’t bother holding back the soft moan that comes from your lips, eyes shut as he keeps you there for a moment. You look up at him, and it’s your turn to smirk.

“You like that, huh?” He coaxes.

“A lot.” You sigh.

He chuckles, setting you down on the table gently and moving to the side of you. “You were so shy just a minute ago, baby, what happened?”

“Don’t know.” You shrug your shoulders, a bright blush settling on your cheeks at the new pet name as your eyes shift to his cock for a moment.

“Hm.” He rolls his eyes playfully at you, his rough hand settling on your thigh. “Gonna stretch you a little bit, see what I can do about these hips of yours.” Joel pushes both of your knees up so your feet are flat on the table. Your head raises up as your cunt starts to ache while you watch him straddle the table in front of you. “Relax, honey, lay your head back.”

You listen to him, breath getting heavier as you feel him reach for one of your legs. He stretches both of them individually, pushing them into your chest, across your body. Joel scoots closer to you, then pushes both of your legs into your chest so that he can see the outline of your pussy in your shorts. You whine at the feeling of him pushing your legs apart, pressing them as wide open as they’ll go.

“Be honest with me, if I check right now, is your pussy gonna be wet?”

Your head lifts completely off the table now, your body weight leaning into your elbows at your stare at him in disbelief. “What?”

He scoffs. “Oh, don’t be coy now. You think I don’t notice that slutty little look on your face?”

“Joel—“

“Or the way you’re pressing your thighs together?” He tilts his head at you. “Is your pussy feeling needy, honey?”

You want to protest. You want to deny him. You know how inappropriate this is; how much trouble Joel would get in if anyone found out. But his cock looks so big in his pants and he’s giving you this look that’s making you shiver so all you can do is nod quickly in response.

“Yeah,” Joel taunts. “I know. Want me to make it feel better?”

“Please,” you whimper, giving in.

“Please, what?” He asks, eyes still on yours while he presses soft kisses into your knee, trailing down by your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me,” you choke out, the tension in the air building as he sighs into you. “Please.”

“So polite,” he teases, reaching for the waistband of your shorts. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

He pulls your shorts down, purposely leaving your panties on. Joel’s hands cup your ass as he closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of how good you feel in his palms. He leans his head forward, keeping direct eye contact as his nose nudges your clit. You let your head fall back, feeling his breath on your panties.

“No, no, keep those pretty eyes on me.”

“Fuck,” you whine, taking in the look of him between your legs.

He leads his hand to your panties, mouth hovering near your cunt and he pulls the fabric to the side. You watch him lick his lips as he stares down at your core. “Fuckin’ knew it.” Joel shakes his head at you, dragging a finger to your lips and sliding it between them. “You’re soaked, baby. Ruined your panties.”

“Please,” you beg, your hips bucking off the table.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” He mutters, gliding his finger up and down your slit until it’s wet and sticky. You’re whimpering softly, already feeling like you could cum from his gentle touch. He circles your clit over and over until he notices your moans beginning to get louder. He stops his movement, smirking up at you. “Quiet, honey.”

Joel reaches for the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your hips and discarding them on the floor. He uses both hands to press your knees into your chest, then spreads them wide open like he did before. You’re pouting as you watch him, wanting him to make you cum so badly.

“Fuck, this pussy looks so good,” he groans, “Can’t even imagine how good it would feel on my cock.”

“Fuck me,” you gasp, feeling your hole clenching at his words.

“Not today,” he tells you, hands pressing your legs further back, and you feel his tongue flick your clit. You’re unable to keep from squirming as he continues to lick, his tongue moving flat against you. You’re covering your mouth with your hand to keep yourself quiet, feeding his ego.

All you can focus on is the immense pleasure Joel’s giving you and the sounds of him slurping up your arousal. He laps at your cunt, keeping his tempo steady while he eats. He brings his hand to your aching pussy, sliding in a finger while he licks.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

He groans, catching his breath while he fucks another finger into you, dragging them against you slick walls. He marvels at how vulnerable you look for him. “Pussy tastes so sweet, baby.” Joel licks your clit once, his fingers hooking in you. He grabs hold of your waist to keep you from moving while he begins to pick up the pace.

Your face is flushed, feeling emotional at how good he’s making you feel, the way he completely worships your body. No man has ever turned you on this way and he does it without even really trying. You can’t even remember how you ended up half naked on the table with your pussy stuffed full of his fingers.

“Getting close, honey?” Joel asks. You moan, nodding and grinding into his hand. “You look so fuckin’ hot like this. Yeah, use my hand.”

“Shit, Joel,” you cry as his hand thrusts so fast your entire body is shaking. You can hear the table creaking under your body weight, the squelching sound of how wet your cunt is, and his filthy words that push you to orgasm.

“Oh, baby, I can feel it,” he coos, leaning down to suck your clit. Your clit is so swollen, throbbing as he continues to pull on it with his lips. He pulls away to spit on your pussy, watching it glisten for him. “You’re so close, come on, cum for me. I know you want to.”

“Fuck,” you whisper, screwing your eyes shut as you feel yourself tip over the edge.

“There it is,” Joel admires, tongue lazily licking your clit and fingers pumping you through your orgasm. “Yeah, keep cumming, just like that, there you go.”

His fingers slow until he finally pulls them out, leaving you feeling empty. Joel watches the cum drip out of your cunt while he sucks it off his fingers. He leans down, moaning as he shoves his tongue inside your hole. You jump at the overstimulation, Joel’s tongue scooping the cum out of you. You run your fingers through your hair and watch intently while he cleans you. He licks through your folds, sucking on your clit a few times until he’s finished.

You come down from your high, reality beginning to settle in as you stare at the doctor in front of you. “You okay?” He smiles, grabbing your panties from the floor and sliding them back up your legs.

“Yeah,” you whisper, feeling totally self conscious now. “Could I… Can I return the favor?”

His hands massage your thighs gently, making it difficult to think logically. “That’s not necessary, sweetheart. However, I think you would benefit from coming back once a week.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You think so?”

“Mhm,” he hums, hands running up your abdomen and under your shirt. Joel hand’s near your breasts for a moment but then he’s dragging them back down along with your shirt. “If you’d like, that is.” Joel grabs your shorts from the floor too, and you sit up, allowing him to help you put them on.

“So, tell me, do you do this with all your patients?”

Joel laughs, shaking his head at you. “Definitely not, no, just you.”

You smile at that, feeling stupidly special. “So, next week?”

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euphoricosmo · 11 months

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Need You

Marc Spector x f!reader

Word count: 2588

Summary: In the middle of the night, when Marc comes home, is when he needs you the most.

Warnings: S m u t. Nasty, filthy, smut. Specifically: oral (both male and female receiving), riding, and p in v (no protection), let's add praise kink to be safe. Which means this is NSFW. Which means minors DNI. Also language. That's a big one. Marc can't help it.

There's fluff too, probably very cheesy. So bad omg. Smut with no plot. Not beta read. Let me know if ya'll like <3

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The bed dipped and you stirred, your mind foggy—caught between consciousness and the realm of sleep. Your bleary eyes cracked open, vision hazy in the darkness. You managed a quick glimpse at the digital clock on the nightstand.

3:55 AM.

Your eyes fell shut as you stretched your limbs like a cat under the sun, a tired little whine escaping you. You had work in a few hours.

Turning over, you collided with the warmth of bare skin. Strong arms immediately wrapped around you, calloused fingers burying under your too-large t-shirt to skim down the dip of your spine. A warm kiss to your temple had you sighing in contentment and you breathed in the fresh scent of body wash as your hands slowly glided over damp skin. Your fingers traced the familiar ridges of marred flesh, tiny scars from the past that led up to the thin golden chain nestled comfortably between you both.

"Marc?" His name felt thick on your tongue. You knew it was him by touch alone. He was the one that held you as if afraid of losing you. He’d dreamed about it enough times to fear it, and each time, you reassured him that he wouldn't.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," he muttered, drawing small circles over your skin, "didn't mean to wake you."

"S'okay. Missed you." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your voice heavy with sleep. Marc hummed, a hand slowly trailing down your back to grab the globes of your ass under your thin panties, giving each of them a gentle squeeze.

"Missed you, too." He said into your hair, kissing your bed-slept strands. You tipped your head back to look him in the eyes. The moonlight peeking through the blinds did little to illuminate his features, but you could make out the contours of his face, the prominent line of his nose. His eyes, dark and hooded, were focused on nothing but you. It was a stare you were well acquainted with. To others, it was deadly. To you, it was nothing but pure affection.

"You okay?" You asked him as you always did after he came home from a mission, reaching up to cradle the side of his face. His stubble was rough under your fingertips, your thumb lovingly caressing his cheekbone. He didn’t shave, probably too tired, but you didn’t mind.

"Yeah," he sighed into your touch, lashes fluttering, "I'm okay. Better now." You could feel the hardness of his bulge through his boxers. He was needy, pushing his length against you in a silent plea for attention. You chuckled tiredly, shifting to press your lips over his eager ones. It started innocent enough, lips fusing like puzzle pieces in a dance you both knew well.

Marc peppered kisses over every inch of your face before gently sucking a bruise onto the delicate skin of your neck. You groaned, your fingers threading through his damp curls, easing him off just a bit.

"What's gotten into you?" You breathed, relishing the way his tongue lapped over the mark he'd left to soothe the ache.

"Need you, baby," he grunted, trailing his plush lips over your face, “need to feel you.”

"Yeah?" You shuddered, a throbbing need blooming between your legs, "then take what you need."

As soon as you uttered those words, one of his hands came to rest behind the nape of your neck, guiding you into another heated kiss. It was filthy this time—wet—tongues and teeth clashing sloppily. Not so innocent anymore.

Okay, so Marc wanted it messy. Who were you to deny him?

The night lamp was quickly switched on, and all thoughts on getting any sleep were left in the dust, not that you minded too much. You ended up between his legs with his boxers gone and your t-shirt flug somewhere, your knees cushioned by the pillow Marc had placed on the floor for you.

"Let me take care of you." You purred, breathing over his cock before spitting on it without hesitation. You watched it run down his length and over the curve of his balls, seeping into the sheets below. Your eyes followed the stream with fascination before you devoured him whole, working your lips back and forth, from base to swollen tip.

Marc was seated at the edge of the bed breathing heavily, one of his forearms propping him up while the other hand disappeared in your hair, guiding you.

"You take me so well, sweetheart," he whispered, eyes lidded as he watched you work, "love how you choke on my cock." And as if to prove his point he weaved his fingers into your hair, shoving your face into his pelvis. He made you sputter and wheeze, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. More spit dribbled past your lips and down his length, as you sucked and sucked and sucked.

"Fuck, baby, you know exactly what I need, don't you?" He groaned, his head lolling to the side lazily. You hummed, letting your glossy eyes flutter just a bit when you glanced up at him, making sure to hold his gaze for a moment before lowering them again. You knew that drove him crazy.

And it did, judging by the growl that rumbled in his chest. He tapped a finger over the tip of your nose, a signal for you to stop. You obediently pulled away with a loud pop, licking your swollen lips free of the salty precome that lingered.

"Fuck, c'mere," Marc snarled, surging forward and lifting you to straddle him. He fell back against the bed, letting your hands roam the expanse of his smooth chest, your fingers lightly grazing over his skin from collarbone to navel and back up again. You openly admired him—the sheen of sweat over his tanned skin, the swell of his muscles as he held you tight, his glazed eyes following your every move.

"You're beautiful," you murmured, carefully taking hold of the delicate chain around his neck before dipping forward to kiss him. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, holding you against him. He smirked into the kiss, the tiniest huff of laughter pouring over you.

"Never been called beautiful before," he said between kisses, giving your ass a nice slap. You moaned at the light sting, grinding your clothed cunt over his slippery cock, desperate to be filled. Marc hissed, his hand pressing down on your lower back to encourage your grinding, the tip of his cock wet and leaking over his stomach.

"Shit," he panted as you pressed your nose against his lovingly, "you wanna ride me, pretty girl?"

“Mhm.” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his thick finger press against your core, relishing in its moist heat before pulling the soaked fabric of your panties aside.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Firmly planting a hand on his chest, you lined up his cock with your entrance before taking a breath and sinking slowly, swallowing him inch by inch.

“Mmmm, God,” you moaned, pausing as soon as you took him to the hilt, “fuuuuck, Marc.”

“My cock too much for you, sweetheart?” You could hear the smugness in his tone despite his panting. His hands flew to your hips, slowly raising them to feel your walls flutter against his length before bringing you back down gently, “You can take it, I know you can—yeah, that’s it, baby.”

You choked out a sob as you rocked up and down his thick cock, whimpering at the delicious stretch. Despite having had him more times than you could count, it still made you breathless at how well he stuffed you, how deep he could reach inside and make you see stars.

"Baby, I think you got it all wrong," Marc grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you faster and faster.

"W-what?" You pushed Marc's damp hair away from his brow, watching how his hooded eyes were pinned to your face.

"I'm not the beautiful one here. Lookit you, you’re so fucking beautiful like this, so fucking pretty when you cream all over my cock, fuuuck." He looked at you with so much adoration, like he couldn't believe you were his. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and you continued to spear yourself on his length with your lip pressed between your teeth. His words went straight to your core, drowning him in your juices.

Within seconds Marc had you on your back, one of his hands pinning both your wrists above your head.

"So fucking beautiful." He said again, his heated gaze roaming over your body before he dipped down to give you a bruising kiss. His necklace swung in the duvet between your collarbones, the pendant barely skimming the surface of your skin.

You loved being under him, loved the way he moved over you and manipulated your body. He was the musician and you the instrument. He played you sweetly, expert fingers trailing over your skin and down the valley of your breasts to tweak a pert nipple before continuing his journey in search of the treasure held within you. He quickly dragged down your panties—now completely soaked—pulling them down your legs with your help and flinging the flimsy thing somewhere across the room to be forgotten.

"Goddamn." He breathed, dragging his middle and ring fingers over your cunt, spreading your juices over his digits. You were a sopping mess, coating his fingers with every sigh and mewl that escaped you. "You're so fucking wet, baby—you're soaking the sheets."

"Mhm," you moaned, feeling a bit vulnerable stretched out under him. Your thighs were spread so he could inspect you, and all you could see was his crown of curls between your legs, his breath fanning over your cunt until suddenly he spits on it. "Oh my God," you tossed your head back with a groan. Your toes flexed and your thighs shook as you fought to release your hands. You wanted to touch him, desperate to feel his skin under your fingertips.

"Marc," you begged through sobs, though you weren't too sure what you were begging for exactly, "p-please." He smiled, taking pity on you, releasing you from his grip.

"Be a good girl and let me take care of you now, can you do that for me?" He took his cock in hand and rubbed the underside over your messy cunt, tapping it until you were begging for him to put it in.

"I'll be good," you choked, "just put it in me, please, in me, in me, in me—" you chanted until he silenced you with his lips, and in one fell swoop he entered you to the hilt unforgivingly. You’d scream if you could but Marc swallowed all your moans and squeals, silencing you as he moved above you gracefully.

Your hands flew to grip his arms as he practically folded you in half, reaching the deepest parts of you with ease. You ripped your lips away to let out a series of whimpers.

"I know, baby, I know, I got you, doing so good for me," Marc heaved, "so fucking tight." He pressed his chest flush against yours, burying his face in your neck to silence his moans.

You were cockdrunk, mouth hanging open as he slammed into your sopping core with a precision that only he seemed to have. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the head of his dick kissing you where you needed it most.

Suddenly your body seized up and your pussy tightened as you came.

You swore you were on a different plane, a different galaxy even, floating away as pleasure rippled through you like an electrical current. You could barely hear him cooing at you, whispering pretty things in your ear as you gushed all over his cock.

"I-I love you," the confession slipped past your lips quicker than you could think it through, too high off your blissful orgasm. You meant it—of course, you meant it—but this wasn't the way you had planned to tell him, blissed out your mind with tears blurring your vision and drool running down your chin.

It had lay heavy on your mind for a while now, ruminating, waiting for the right moment.

This hadn't been your intention.

You could barely react to your mistake, your mind now fuzzy with Marc's pretty whimpers.

"T-that's it pretty girl, that's it," he moaned, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, "you did so well for me, baby, so perfect. You're perfect." He babbled on as his thrusting became more sloppy and uncoordinated, chasing his own high.

"Come inside," you whined, barely finding your voice, "come inside me, Marc, please, I wanna feel you." One hand was buried in his hair while the other dragged down the expanse of his broad back, your nails marking his skin with angry red lines.

"Fuck," he moaned as he slammed into you one final time, releasing his thick spend inside.

He laid atop of you for a few moments, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Your limbs were a tangled, sweaty mess, useless for much else but laying there in a euphoric state.

Marc pressed a kiss over your collarbone before slowly holding himself up on shaky arms, gently removing his softening cock from inside you. His cum trickled out, a stream of white running down from your hole and straight into the sheets to join your juices.

"You're a mess," he tutted quietly, immediately diving down to clean you up with his skillful mouth. Within minutes he had you coming again, his tongue lapping in and around you in search of every drop you had to offer until you yanked him away by the hair from the overstimulation.

"You're gonna kill me." You panted, reaching for him with shaky hands. He chuckled, pulling you in his arms as he smiled into your neck.

"Hope not," he muttered tiredly, holding you in the same position he had you in when he first arrived home, "love you too much."

"Hmm?" Your eyes lose their haziness from earlier, instantly alert and searching Marc's features for any signs of falseness in the statement. But you couldn't. His brown eyes seemed to hold nothing but honesty. You hoped he didn't feel forced to return the sentiment. You knew he cared for you a great deal, but that didn't mean he was necessarily ready to express it.

"Marc," you could feel your brows pull together in concern, "you don't have to—I didn't mean for you—" He silenced you with a kiss, long and sleepy, pouring everything he had with that one action.

"I love you," he said, clear as day, surging forward to kiss your brow. "I love you." He said again, kissing the tip of your nose. "I love you." A kiss on each cheek. "I love you." A kiss to your chin. "I love you." A kiss to your swollen lips before resting his head over yours. And that was that.

You choked, tears springing to your eyes but you said nothing more, just curled yourself into him as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. After a while, you felt your eyes grow heavy and you gave the clock one final glance over Marc's shoulder.

5:21 AM

It's okay, you thought, nothing wrong with calling out from work later that morning.

You fell asleep moments later to the sounds of Marc's sleepy whispers-

I love you, I love you, I love you—

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bite the bullet

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: two idiots finally bite the bullet and admit how they feel.

warnings/tags: [18+ minors DNI] fwb!joel, age gap [20 years], angst, miscommunication, a meddling Tommy Miller, soft sleepy sex, oral [f!recieving], unprotected piv, f!masturbation, rimming, both of them are petty assholes for a minute, resolved emotional tension, sixty-nine oral [f & m recieving].

word count: 9.4k [i got carried away sorry!]

previous parts: whole new can of warms, cat's outta the bag, don't cry over spilt milk.

Everything was wet.

Your feet squelched against the ground as you moved, little flicks of water splashing up against your shins with every step. Inside waterlogged shoes your socks clung uncomfortably to your skin.

Tommy was crouched underneath your sink, inspecting the u-bend of the pipe there, his lower half damp from the water that covered the floor of your kitchen.

“It’s definitely comin’ from in here,” his muffled voice came, and you groaned, rubbing a hand over your face in exasperation. “I can stop it, but it’s gonna take some time for the place to dry out. I’d say you’d better clear out for a few days, leave a few windows open.”

You’d had a nice day. A lovely day, even. And you’d been looking forward to curling up with a whiskey and a good book before bed. But upon returning home from the greenhouse, you’d been horrified to find the entrance of your home covered in a thin layer of water. Splashing down the hall, you’d discovered that the entire place was wet; a shiny film of liquid coating anything that touched the ground. The wooden floorboards were soaked to the bone with cold water. A fucking flood. Thankfully Tommy was right, and your trusted that the August humidity would naturally dry it out with enough time.

“I can’t just stay here? I didn’t think it was too bad,” you lied. “Could lay down some towels.”

Tommy laughed under the sink. “You know you’ll get sick if you’re sleeping around all this water – towels or no towels.”

“Okay,” you acquiesced, gazing at the floor glumly. “Okay, yeah, I suppose I’ll uh… I’ll get some stuff together.”

“Joel would take you,” his said, and you snapped back to reality, staring at his back while he worked. You could practically hear the grin in his voice. When you didn’t respond, his head reappeared, and he looked at you curiously, tucking a wayward strand behind his ear. “You and Joel are pals, right? Pals help each other out.”

Pals, you thought cynically. That’s one word for it.

Two weeks had slowly passed since the Peterson incident, and you’d only seen Tommy’s older brother a handful of times. There was still a tense energy between the two of you, so you’d been keeping your distance a little, allowing things to cool off. Bumping into each other here and there, dinner on the same table at the hall… but no alone time. No real time that would leave you two open to actually talking about it. That didn’t mean it didn’t play on your mind, though. Oh boy did it. In fact, most days you’d catch yourself gazing into a pot plant, thinking about that night. The way he’d taken you, made you tell him the details about Peterson, the way he’d showed you he fucking owned you. You couldn’t wrap your head around the way it had made you feel, and so you avoided it, even though your chest ached with the Joel-sized hole his absence had left in it. At least you weren’t so stubborn that you couldn’t admit to yourself how much you missed him.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, and Tommy gave a polite shrug, smirking at you. Testing you. A huff escaped your lips, and you broke eye contact, stretching out your shoulder. “Yeah, alright, I’ll ask him,” you agreed begrudgingly, brain whirring trying to come up with excuses. “It’s late though, and he might not want me there.”

“It’s not that late, but sure,” he chuckled knowingly, going back to work on the pipe. “When hell freezes over and Joel says no to you, you let me know.”

An hour later, you were on your best friend’s porch, a bag slung over your arm, hesitating with your knuckle raised in the air. Taking a deep breath and running through what you were going to say, you finally willed yourself to rap your fist twice against the wood.

After a moment, the door swung open to reveal Joel, in a soft wrinkled t-shirt.

An easy, involuntary smile spread across your face upon seeing him. His beard was a little longer than he usually kept it, greys sparkling through the dark hair that framed his mouth so handsomely. He had clearly been settling down for the night, and he looked oh so cosy dressed in his sleep clothes.

“Hey man,” you offered up a sheepish smile.

He looked appropriately surprised to see you, considering you certainly hadn’t been knocking on his door at any point in the past fortnight. One of his eyebrows hitched upward, and he eyed the bag over your shoulder warily. “You skippin’ town or something? Who’d you piss off this time?”

You rolled your eyes and readjusted the duffel. “You gonna let me inside? This thing’s kind of heavy.”

He stepped back into the entryway with a grunt, allowing you to breeze past him and dump the bag onto the ground with a low thud. “Pipe under my sink is busted. Flooded the whole place today – Tommy said I should clear out for a day or two.”

He hummed, narrowed eyes raking over your face. “Oh yeah? So where you gonna go?” he teased, and relief rushed through your veins like warm water as you recognised the smirk threatening to take over his face.

You gave him a small laugh and sighed, holding your arms out in mock surrender. “Come on, Miller,” you said. “Let me crash here – I’ll owe you one.”

“Owe me one, huh?” his eyes shone with mischief. “Well I like the sound of that.” An odd, twisting sensation rippled through your stomach and you sucked your lips into your mouth, nodding slowly.

“Sure,” you retorted. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.” When the words left your lips you both stilled, staring at each other warily.

He hummed, eyes darkening a fraction. “You’re playin’ with fire,” is all he said, before bending down to pick the bag up off the ground and ushering you towards the stairs.

You wondered off ahead of him, and when you reached the landing you veered right, pushing open the door to the spare room. He didn’t follow you in immediately, instead pausing in the doorway with a frown plastered across his face. You hadn’t thought about where you’d be sleeping until the second you reached the top of the stairs, but you knew this was the right decision. Sharing a bed with Joel for a few days? Probably not a good idea. Unless of course, that was going to be how you repaid your debt…Thankfully, or unfortunately, he didn’t push it, dropping the bag gently in the corner of the room.

“Hope Ellie won’t be bothered I’m here for a few days,” you thought aloud. The tone noticeably shifted, and you almost at how Joel seemed to deflate.

He leant an arm against the doorframe and sighed. “She ain’t spendin’ much time in the house these days,” he admitted quietly. “Stays in the bungalow or goes out. I doubt you’ll even see her.”

You hesitated for a second before asking, “Have you two spoken much lately?”

He scratched his chin for a moment. “You know the kid,” he shrugged. “She’s stubborn. M’tryin’ not to push it.”

“It’ll be okay, Joel,” you offered softly. “She’ll come around.”

He assessed you silently, eyes flitting down your body before resting on your face once again, and then he stepped back into the hall. Coughing awkwardly, he raised a hand in a sort of farewell, and said, “Well, uh, you know where everything is. I’m gonna… I was gonna head to bed, I guess.”

“Okay,” you nodded, watching as he turned to head toward his room.

“Hey, Joel, wait,” you called, and he turned, eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. I miss you, you wanted to say. I miss you, and I’m sorry things are off between us, and I wish we could forget it all and go back to normal, and I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. “Thank you,” you said instead, voice soft. “I really appreciate this.”

The look in his eyes dimmed a little but he offered up a smile. He nodded once, said, “Glad to have you here,” and then closed his bedroom door, and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

After showering and unpacking the few things you brought along, you curled up in the foreign bed. The mattress was soft enough though, and the sheets smelled like the soap Joel used. Your body ached from a long day of work, muscles tense and wired from hauling heavy pots around under the sun. Soon enough, you began to relax enough to drift off to sleep. Only a few hours into the night though, your dreams were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps padding across the landing. A beam of soft yellow light was shone into the room, painting the inside of your eyelids orange. Cracking an eye open, you saw that the door was ajar, and a tall figure was peering in.

“Joel?” you asked groggily, dragging a knuckle over your eyes.

“Yeah, it’s just me,” his deep voice came, but he made no move to enter the room. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Are you okay?”

“Can’t sleep,” he said softly, and your heart clenched.

Pulling the blankets open on the empty side of the bed, you didn’t even think before you said, “Get in.”

Your head fell heavily into the pillows, and sleep tried to pull you back under as you listened to Joel shuffle across the room and slide into the bed beside you. For a moment, he just laid there, a sizeable gap between you on the mattress. And then his warm, firm body was pressing up against your back, his large palm sliding over your hip to rest on your stomach and guide you back against his chest. His scent overwhelmed you, hints of mint and soap and pine tickling your nose, and fuck you had missed him. it was so familiar, and yet your body tingled as if it was the first time he’d ever laid a hand on you. Through the haze that settled over your sleep addled brain, you could feel him, stiff against your thigh.

“Jesus,” you teased drowsily, throwing caution to the wind by rubbing yourself back against him. “Were you having a dream about me or something?”

His nose traced a long down the back of your neck and you fought off a shiver. “Always dream about you.” If you weren’t so tired, that probably would’ve garnered a bigger reaction from you. But as it were, you just brought a hand down to rest over his on your stomach and gripped his fingers softly. “Was thinkin’ bout you being so close, yet still so far. Just down the hall, sleepin’ in my sheets…”

You hummed, warmth flooding your abdomen as he nudged his hips forward, rutting himself against you. His hand drifted out from under yours to slide up underneath your shirt, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your breast.

“Joel,” you murmured, eyelids heavy.

He hummed eagerly, planting a soft kiss underneath your ear.

“I‘m so tired,” you said regretfully. “It’s been a long day – can hardly keep m’eyes open.”

“Let me help you fall asleep,” is all he said, hand now freely roaming over your chest. His thumb lightly brushed the firm peak of your nipple and your whole body shuddered. “Just relax.”

You were vaguely aware of him pulling the covers off you and moving down the bed, dragging soft kisses down your stomach, before dragging your underwear down your legs. Slumping into the soft bed, you allowed your eyes to flutter closed.

Gentle, reverent kisses were pressed over your hip bones as he settled between your legs, pulling one of your thighs up to rest over his shoulder. His long fingers rubbed over the muscles in your leg, pressing down gently when he found knots, pulling deep sighs of contentment out of you.

“That feels nice,” you whispered into the darkness, and you could’ve sworn you felt him grin against your hip.

When his nose dragged through the dark hair on your mound you twitched slightly, body waking up a little at the sensation. But it was gone as quickly as it came, and you relaxed again, humming lowly as his pressed a kiss against the inner most point of your thigh.

It felt like hours passed with him between your legs. At first you allowed yourself to slip in and out of near sleep, eyes closed as lax puffs of air escaped your mouth while his tongue dipped gently between your folds, giving you soft lazy strokes that warmed your insides. When the first bit of slick began to seep out of you, he groaned gratefully, licking and sucking at your entrance, exulting in your taste.

It felt like you were dreaming. Laying pliant on the bed, you were fully at his mercy, allowing him to move your legs anyway he wanted to give himself better access. You could vaguely hear him murmuring against your skin, but couldn’t make out the words over your own sighs, smiling sleepily as his tongue lapped against you. He worked slowly, and you realised that it was as much for his enjoyment as it was for your own. You knew by that point how much Joel enjoyed going down on you. He had told you as much on multiple occasions; how he’d love to spend hours with his face trapped between your thighs. But he’d never had the chance, or the patience, to really do it.

The sounds of his enjoyment vibrated against your core, echoing through the room around you. The way he fucking moaned into your cunt never failed to drive you crazy, but in that moment you just smiled at the sound, enjoying how peaceful it was, how sweet.

Every now and then you’d lazily blink your eyes open and look down, expecting that at any moment he’d pull away, be over it. But he never did. Every time you looked his eyes were closed, hands gripping your thighs softly, thumbs stroking rhythmically against your skin as content breaths rushed out of his nose, and you’d close your eyes again, the dark image of him scorched into the inside of your eyelids, never to be forgotten.

You started to feel more awake when he finally gave his undivided attention to the achingly sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your core. Moving painfully slow, he glided his firm tongue across your clit, switching it up between swiping back and forth across it and then circling it.

“Oh,” you murmured lowly, voice hoarse from lack of use, but you couldn’t help the soft exclamation as your hips shifted upwards, suddenly searching for more. He didn’t change a thing, pace never increasing or slowing down, and it was perfect.

Your orgasm washed over you in gentle waves. Joel’s tongue swirled slow, gentle circles around your clit and your thighs tensed around his head, fingers reaching down to softly rake through his curls. He hummed happily, tongue lathing against you, enjoying every second of your release. Only pausing once your body stopped twitching and the muscles in your thighs relaxed against him, before kissing way up your stomach, your neck, under he was holding himself over you.

Eyes still closed, your hands drifted to the back of his neck and you pulled him down, his weight crushing against you but you didn’t care. Yours lips met tentatively, and for a moment that was all it was. A soft, gentle kiss. And then you felt him, straining against his briefs, pressed between your thighs, and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. It was messy and slow, tongues tangling together, teeth knocking awkwardly, and you found yourself smiling into his mouth. It should have unnerved you. Should’ve been enough to make you stop, turn your head away and make him fuck you rough so you would forget how intensely intimate the moment felt. But you didn’t.

“You should sleep,” he murmured against your lips, pulling his hips back a little so his erection wasn’t so obvious.

“You should come inside me,” you whispered back, reaching down to grip the band of his underwear and tug them down over his hips. He groaned and kissed you again before reaching down to free himself from the confines of his underwear.

No other words were exchanged as he adjusted himself, and then he was pressing into you, his needy moans spilling out against your neck while your hand snuck underneath his shirt, fingernails gliding down his back as he filled you completely.

“God, I missed you,” he choked out, voice cracking. You whimpered softly. “You’re so wet.”

“Made me feel so good, Joel,” you preened, kissing the side of his head.

“Yeah?” he pulled his face out of your neck to look at you, and you nodded, staring at him through bleary eyes. Joel kissed you again. A long, yearning kiss that made your heart throb, and it didn’t take long until he was falling apart on top of you, shaking against your arms that wrapped around him, held him against your chest. You whispered praises in his ear as he came, hips grinding into yours, pushing himself so deep inside that it had you gasping into his mouth. It was so unlike any other time you’d ever slept with him, and alarm bells rang somewhere far in the deep recess of your brain, but you ignored them. You’d missed each other, and you’d both earned a little softness after the time apart. And so the two of you fell asleep like that; tangled in each other’s arms, with him still inside you.

You woke up to the sun streaming in through the window. The light was harsh, and you cursed yourself for going to sleep without drawing the curtains. You went to sit up in the bed but stopped suddenly, realising how hot you were. With a soft start, you glanced down and understanding jolted through you like a flash of lightning. Joel’s house, you remembered; you were at Joel’s house. But what you hadn’t expected to find was Joel still in the bed, arms coiled around you like wire while he snored quietly in your ear. For as many times the two of you had slept together, neither of you had ever slept over. It was an unspoken rule, and one that had never been difficult to follow. But he’d broken it… or you’d both broken it, maybe. Keeping your body as still as possible, you found yourself breathing deeply, trying to maintain the allusion of still being asleep to avoid rousing him from his slumber. Frustratingly, your heart pounded in your chest, brain zeroing in on every part of your body that touched his.

His soft lips brushed the back of your neck, heavy breaths puffing against your skin. A solid knee was wedged between your legs, one hand lazily gripping your breast. The insides of your thighs were sticky where his come had leaked out of you overnight, and your eyes widened at the sensation.

What surprised you the most wasn’t that you didn’t hate waking up with him beside you. No, what surprised you most was that you did like it. In fact, you found yourself longing to relax into his arms and go back to sleep. But common sense reared its head, and you slowly slipped out of his grasp, moving slowly so as not to wake him while you dragged yourself out of the bed. Staring down at Joel, a pang of fondness rush through your chest. Messy curls were strewn across his forehead, plump lips pushed out into a pout as he breathed deeply, hand resting on the empty bed where you had just laid. His breathing hitched momentarily, and you froze, realising how odd it would be for him to wake up and catch you standing there naked, staring. Trying not to give it another thought, you quietly collected some clothes from your bag, and slipped out of the room to start your day.

---

Hours passed in the greenhouse. You distracted yourself with cucumber seeds and tomato plants, pushing Joel out of your mind as you worked under the sweltering sun. Underneath the glass roof of the nursery, the heat multiplied, and by the time your shift was over you were covered in sweat, shirt ticking uncomfortably tight to your back. You stopped by at the community hall for dinner and ate alone, your brain a whirlwind of thoughts of Joel, Joel, Joel. You couldn’t shake the feeling that had lingered in your bones all day; the aching desire to have stayed in bed with him, to have relaxed into his arms and cuddled him for the rest of the morning. Your best friend, for fuck’s sake.

“Christ,” you mumbled aloud through a mouthful of food, rolling your eyes at yourself.

It felt like you were going crazy, but the worst part was understanding that this must’ve been how he’d been feeling for weeks already.

I’ve never asked you for anything. Not for anything more than what we’ve been doin’, never pushed you for more.

That’s what he’d said, two weeks ago, the day he found out about Peterson. The words played in your head like a mantra. Words that you had firmly avoided bringing up, ones you’d never pushed for an explanation about. You’d chosen to sweep them under the rug, and yet, as hard as you tried, you couldn’t fucking forget them.

By the time you returned to his house you discovered him sitting on the couch downstairs, engrossed in a book. It was the picture of domesticity. The sweet scent of vanilla floated through the air towards you, and you noted the small candle burning on the table beside him.

Staying in Joel’s home, even for just one night, you’d noticed so much more about it than ever before. There was something interesting to look at everywhere you turned, and sweet-scented candles were just the tip of the iceberg. He left random objects littered across countertops, like little treasures for you to stop and inspect during your travels throughout the house. Wood that he’d whittled into interesting shapes, books that he’d read the first few pages of and then abandoned, countless mugs in odd places with dark brown coffee stains at the bottom of them. It was homey, and warm, and subconsciously you found yourself enjoying the insight into his most private space – into the things he did when he was truly alone.

Joel hadn’t noticed you come in, so you seized the opportunity to watch him from the doorway for a moment. He was wearing his comfortable clothes again, and a thin set of reading glasses were perched on the scarred bridge of his nose. A quick flash of heat tore through your stomach. You’d never seen him wear those before, and it had you stumped. The glasses, paired with the salt and pepper through his beard and hair, reminded you of his age. Twenty years older than you, and still the most handsome man you knew.

You finally broke the silence, announcing yourself by asking, “What’re you reading?”

Joel’s head snapped up, and he stared at you over the top of his glasses. Shutting the book quickly, he straightened up on the couch. “Uh, Brave New World,” he lied, flipping the book so you couldn’t see the cover.

You hummed, unconvinced, and bit down on your bottom lip to hide a smirk. Tommy had told you once before that Joel was a sucker for gothic romance novels, but you’d never truly believed him until that moment. From where you stood, you recognised the tattered copy of Wuthering Heights that had gone missing from your bedroom a few months prior.

A flush rose in his cheeks and he coughed awkwardly, picking up a mug that you hadn’t noticed on the floor by his feet. It was cute; a little beige ceramic thing, with an owl painted on it.

“You see the patrol roster for tomorrow?” he spoke into the mug, swiftly changing the subject.

“I did,” you murmured. What you didn’t acknowledge, was that you’d also seen Peterson and Davis’ names on the list for the morning patrol. “Should be nice. We haven’t gone to the ski lodge in a while.”

A vivid memory of you two fucking up there raced through your mind, and a low heat simmered across your face as you remembered Jesse and Dina almost catching you once. Shaking the thought from your mind, you looked at him again to find him gripping the mug tightly, lips pursed in thought.

“We haven’t,” he agreed lowly, and the corner of his mouth twitched a little. “You haven’t been gettin’ called outside the gates much at all these days.”

This is it, you thought hungrily. This is the moment he tells you how he can’t wait to fuck you there tomorrow while you’re supposed to be patrolling. This is the moment he tells you he can’t even wait until tomorrow, and he drags you upstairs to his bed. Warmth flooded through your thighs, and you held your breath, staring at him.

But Joel didn’t say that. Instead, you watched dejectedly from the doorway as he rose slowly from the couch and tucked the tattered book underneath his arm. “Well,” he coughed, turning towards the stairs. “I’m gonna get some shut eye. It’ll be a warm day, and I’d better get some rest before we head out.”

You watched him move towards the stairs, heart beating painfully fast against your ribs.

“I’m actually not tired,” you blurted out. Joel paused. His left hand gripped the banister, and you could’ve sworn it might break in half based on the way his knuckles went white.

“Well, I am,” he said over his shoulder, before padding up towards his room , not even turning to give you a second look.

You tossed and turned for an hour, staring at the ceiling wide awake. The linen sheets stuck to your sweaty skin, making you feel claustrophobic enough to kick them to the end of the bed. You waited for him. Every creak and groan the old house made had your ears twitching, eyes glancing eagerly toward the door, expecting it to creak open and reveal him sneaking in through the darkness.

And when it became clear that he wasn’t coming, you pushed away the uncomfortable feeling it brought, and snaked a hand past the band of your underwear. Your fingers raked over the coarse hair there, teasing yourself for a moment, before you slid a finger through your damp folds. Collecting your slick, you dragged it up to coat your throbbing nerves and sighed in relief.

Your middle finger dragged quick circles over your clit, and all you could picture was Joel above you, fucking you while wearing those stupid fucking glasses. Cursing him in your mind, you pressed a finger past your entrance, and huffed in frustration at how it paled in comparison to the thickness of his digits. You imagined the way the glasses would fall to the tip of his nose, almost falling off his face while he fucked you so hard you saw stars. In an attempt to stifle the soft moans trying to escape your mouth, you bit down on your bottom lip, fingers moving quicker against yourself. And you came like that; hand down your underwear, rubbing yourself frantically, thinking about nothing but him.

---

It was hot, and the skin of your thighs chafed painfully as you and Joel ambled silently through the stables, getting your horses from their stalls to saddle up. He hadn’t said much to you all morning and you were trying not to read into it, but the fraught silence had you on edge.

You winced upon spotting Davis and Peterson standing by the gate, chatting while they loaded their rifles. Lloyd caught your eye and smiled, offering a short nod in your direction. You returned the nod before looking back down and fiddling with Japan’s saddle, hoping Joel hadn’t noticed.

“Gimme a sec,” he muttered. “Gotta go pick Jesse’s brain.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and continued tugging on the straps of the saddle, until your skin prickled, a presence looming over your shoulder.

“Should we see if we can swap partners?” that voice sounded, and you turned to see Lloyd smirking suggestively at you. “Send Davis and Miller out East together, and you and me could head to the ski lodge?”

Your palms dampened a little and your eyes darted around the stables. There was no denying that Lloyd Peterson was a handsome guy. He was young, somewhere in his early-twenties. He had bright green eyes that shone in contrast against the dark brown hue of his skin. Straight, bright white teeth almost blinded you whenever he smiled, and you’d have to be a robot not to be effected by it. Past his shoulder, you spotted Joel hovering at the mouth of the stables, gaze trained on the pair of you. Caught, he turned quickly, muttering under his breath as he stalked off toward Jesse.

You looked back to Lloyd and shook your head once. “I don’t think so,” you said. “Gonna stick with Miller today.”

Not giving him much chance to respond, you gripped Japan’s reigns and led her out of the building. Joel and Jesse were talking in hushed tones by the gate, and you walked in their direction, pausing a few metres away when you noticed how tense the conversation seemed to be. Jesse was frowning at the older man, shaking his head slowly.

“Hey,” Lloyd’s voice came again, and you turned with a sigh, raising a hand to block out the sun as you stared up at him. “Can we talk?”

“Talk,” you rushed out, glancing to the side just as Joel appeared beside you, holding out a rifle. You shouldered it quickly, noticing the way Lloyd seemed to balk at the older man’s presence. “Peterson,” you urged, eager to get it over with. “Get on with it.”

He spared another awkward glance at Joel before speaking in a lowered voice. “Did I do something wrong?” You cringed, knowing Joel could hear every word, and yet he didn’t move a muscle. It seemed he wasn’t going anywhere, eyes trained on the man, uninterested in offering the pair of you any privacy to finish your conversation. “I thought we had a good time, y’know? But you’ve been avoiding me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you replied plainly, even as the thought of him telling Davis about fucking you flashed through your mind. Joel was deadly quiet, eyes flicking between the pair of you like he was watching a game of tennis. You sighed deeply, wishing this wasn’t happening in front of him. In a moment of almost… shame, you realised that you didn’t want Joel to get the wrong idea. Didn’t want him to think that anything else had happened, or would ever happen, between you and Peterson.

“Then why won’t yo-“

“Why don’t you back off kid,” Joel interrupted suddenly, and your shoulders tensed, skin prickling at his harsh tone. “She’s not interested.”

Lloyd flinched at the words, and he looked to you, waiting for you to say something, to refute Joel’s claim. But you were distracted by the sudden warmth in your abdomen, and when you didn’t react quick enough he scoffed quietly, spinning on his heel and walking back where Davis was waiting with their horses. When you looked at Joel, he had a pleased smirk on his face, and you felt your stomach fall somewhat, guilt spreading through you at the way Lloyd rode out of the settlement without looking back.

The ride to the ski lodge was long. For the most part of the three hour trek, you rode alongside each other in silence, until finally you couldn’t help yourself, thoughts tumbling from your mouth.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly.

Joel looked at you out of the corner of his eye, and didn’t say a word.

“He was already embarrassed,” you added. His top lip curled up into a mean smirk.

“Peterson’s an ass. He should be embarrassed.”

A huff escaped your mouth and then he was turning, looking at you fully now with his eyebrows pinched together.

“What, your little boyfriend can’t handle some friendly teasin’?” he sneered, the change in mood so sudden you almost fell off your horse. And all the warmth you’d felt, every soft yearning part inside of you toward him, you pushed it to the side and focused on the confusion instead, allowing it to morph into pure anger. You were seeing red; furious with him for never being able to just see reason.

“Oh, fuck off Joel,” you scowled. “I’m not doing this with you today.” You kicked your heel against Japan’s hide and rode ahead, not listening for a reaction.

The higher the pair of you rode up the mountain, the hotter it got. By the time the horses were tied up by a trough of water and the pair of you were walking into the lodge, sweat was rolling down your skin in rivulets. A headache brewed in your temples, and frustration weighed heavily on your chest as Joel huffed and puffed around the room. Even being able to hear his breathing across the room while he scrawled in the logbook was enough to set your skin on edge. Eager to get some space from the tense atmosphere, you gruffly told him that you were taking first patrol, before shouldering your rifle and stalking back outside into the heat.

“You idiot,” you scowled to yourself, storming through the trees. Shame burned in your chest like a wildfire as you thought back to the night before. Touching yourself in his house, making yourself come thinking about him, wondering if he’d fuck you at the ski lodge. God, you felt like a teenager with a hopeless crush.

Your feet planted in the dirt, the word ringing in your head like an alarm. Eyes wide, you gazed into the trees.

“Nope,” you mumbled, starting to walk again slowly. “No, no, no.”

“Y’know they say talkin’ to yourself is the first sign of madness.”

Fuck.

“What are you doing?” you turned quickly, staring him down from through the thick trees. “I told you I’d take first patrol.”

“Yeah, I heard that. Saw you storm off too,” Joel rolled his eyes, propping his hands against his hips. “What’s your problem?”

“Jesus,” you grinned sarcastically. “I should be the one asking that question.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” he frowned, stepping forward. The tan skin of his neck glistened in the sunlight, and you hated yourself for wanting to know how it tasted. Thankfully, hatred and anger were easier emotions to tap into than whatever the fuck you had been feeling about him for the past few weeks.

“It means,” you ground out. “That you’re a nasty old bastard.” His face darkened, lips twisted into an angry snarl, but you continued. “Peterson’s not my fucking boyfriend, so you can give it a rest okay? I had it handled.”

“Sure,” he laughed bitterly. “Don’t act like you didn’t love it, havin’ him hit on you right in front of me. You get off on the attention, from him and from me. I bet you loved havin’ me step in, tell him to fuck off.”

Your face was on fire as you glared at him, acutely aware of how the tension had spiked between the pair of you. Entire body tensed, you squared your shoulders and stared him down. “Are you fucking serious, Joel?” you asked lowly, eyebrows raising.

“Deadly,” he grit his teeth. “Don’t forget that I know you, baby, better than anyone.”

“No, you fucking don’t,” you spat desperately, turning around and walking quickly in the opposite direction.

“Oh yeah,” he called, the sound of his footsteps following closely behind you making your stomach drop. “Walk away, sunshine. Let’s just not talk about it, right? I know that’s your favourite thing to do. Walk away, and act like nothing happened.”

“Oh my god!” you shouted. “Grow up, you fucking assho-“ But as you spoke, your foot landed awkwardly on a patch of moss. You heard a low popping sound before you shrieked as your legs flew out from underneath you. You hit the ground awkwardly, ass slamming into the ground, and dirt sprayed into the air around you.

“Shit,” you hissed, moving to get up but cringing as a sharp pain shot through your ankle. The flesh around your shin was already swelling, and you cursed audibly, reaching down to rest your hand against it only to wince at the dull pain spreading through your entire foot.

“Jesus Christ,” you heard him say, and then his warm hands were on your shoulders, and he was crouching beside you. Breathing heavily, you stared as your ankle swelled to the size of a golf ball. “Come on, let’s get you back,” Joel said, gripping your elbow to lift you up.

“Get off,” you snapped, shoving him back. He stumbled a little and then stood, glaring down at you. “I can do it myself.”

“Clearly you fuckin’ can’t.”

Eager to prove a point, you dug your fingers into the dirt and pushed yourself up, and then began limping back towards the ski lodge.

You moved slowly with Joel trailing just a few steps behind, close enough that you could hear his breathing, and the way he muttered inaudibly whenever you stumbled. When you almost tripped trying to step over a tree branch, he snapped, appearing at your side in an instant and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Joel,” you warned lowly, but he interrupted.

“Would you stop bein’ such a brat,” he snarled. “You might’ve broken your fuckin’ ankle, just let me help you god damnit.”

You grumbled under your breath but didn’t fight him again, silently grateful to lean on him and get some weight off the injury. His chest rose and fell quickly as he led you back to the lodge, and you could practically feel the anxiety radiating from him.

“It’s not broken,” you muttered. “Probably just a sprain.”

“Good,” he grunted, helping you up the steps and into the building. “Idiot.”

“Jeez, thanks, Joel,” you said bitterly. “You’re a real pal.”

His hand gripped your waist tighter, before lowering you onto the couch. “Any time, bud.”

Joel stormed into the kitchen and returned moments later with a bottle of water, tossing it at you before slamming down onto the sofa beside you. “Jesse and Dina will be here in a few hours, just keep it elevated until then.”

“You got it doc,” you rolled your eyes, eagerly gulping down the water even though it had gotten uncomfortably warm in his pack.

The pair of you sat in silence for a while, your ankle throbbing where it rested atop the coffee table.

“I don’t fuckin’ get you,” Joel finally breathed, and you looked to him with a raised eyebrow and a snarky comment on your lips, only to find him with his head tilted back against the couch, eyes closed.

“What?” you asked dumbly.

“You heard me,” he said. “I don’t fuckin’ get you. You go two weeks avoidin’ me, I hardly see you, then you’re knocking on my door, askin’ to stay? And then today you’re cursin’ my goddamn name. Throw me a fuckin’ bone, darlin’, cause I got no idea where I stand with you.”

Your lips parted, all the breath in your lungs rushing out of you in one fell swoop. His eyebrows were furrowed, a deep frown settled across his face, and his arms crossed against his chest. He didn’t look angry, you realised. He looked confused; he looked hurt. Your stomach rolled.

“I could say the same,” you started pathetically, and then his eyes flashed open and he was staring back at you with those dark brown eyes that fucking killed you.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” he said blankly, eyes darting around your face.

Your lips felt numb as you slowly asked, “What?”

“You left,” he said quietly. “You fuckin’ left me, and I just don’t know if I can keep pretendin’ anymore. Pretend that this doesn’t… mean anything to me. Pretend that I’m fine with… this. Don’t know if I can keep doing it if you’re just gonna leave. My heart can’t take it.”

It felt like time stood still for a moment. Outside one of the open windows, you could hear the trees rustling in the hot summer wind. Your ankle ached. Joel kept staring at you.

“You know that’s the best I’ve slept in years?” he asked softly, licking his lips. “Slept so fuckin’ sound with you next to me. No nightmares – hell, I didn’t even dream. And then I woke up, and you were gone, and I almost wished it had never happened. So that I wouldn’t have to know how good it felt to have you, wouldn’t have to try and sleep without you every night after, knowing exactly what I was missing.”

“Joel,” you tried again but he shook his head, raising a hand in the air to stop you.

“Just let me,” he took a deep breath, his shoulders shaking. “Let me say this. Just once, and then I’ll let it be, okay? I won’t bring it up again, and we can go back to the way things were befo-“

“Stop,” you croaked out, tears swimming in your eyes. “Shut up for a second. I,” you paused, eyes darting over his face, searching for understanding. “I didn’t want to leave, okay? But I’m scared Joel. Jesus, I’m so scared of this.”

“Scared?”

“Of this feeling that won’t go away. Of wanting to stay. I’ve been trying to push it down, to ignore it, and it doesn’t fucking work, no matter what I do. I’m so scared that I’ve fucked up our friendship, that I’m going to lose yo-“

“Never,” he shook his head firmly, hand reaching out to squeeze your knee. “Listen, you’re not losin’ me, okay? That's never gonna happen.”

“But Joel,” you sighed shakily. “If we push things further, there’s no going back. Don’t you understand?”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” he admitted quietly. “I think it’s been too late for me for a while now.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, and when you spoke again you could hear the fear in your voice. “I don’t know if I can be what you want.”

Joel chuckled humourlessly and sighed, squeezing your thigh again.

“It’s you,” he said. “That’s what I want. You don’t have to do anythin’, don’t have to change or be anythin’ else. I just want you.” His eyes shone in earnest, and you couldn’t help but surge forward, planting your lips against his. He returned the kiss with fervour, parting your lips with his tongue and gripping the sides of your face in a searing grip.

He tasted like salt and mint and your head was swimming, consumed by him. Your fingertips were numb as they raced over his body, desperate to touch him everywhere all at once. You fumbled with the buttons on his shirt until his hands joined yours, carefully undoing them all until you could pry it off him.

Pulling back from the kiss, you allowed your eyes to rake over his exposed chest, taking in the sight of his tanned, hairy chest, littered with scars and freckles and you felt the urge to kiss every single one of them. So you did. You pushed him back into the couch and straddled him, ignoring the way your ankle cried out at the movement, and attached your lips to his collarbone, licking and sucking your way across his torso. Showing reverence to every imperfection on his skin. Your tongue swiped past one of his nipples and he jolted beneath you, hands dragging under the fabric of your shirt to rest on your back. You could feel him growing hard beneath you and you smiled against his skin before rolling your hips down against his. He was murmuring your name in between sighs, scratching at your skin, revelling in the kisses you sponged across his chest.

Your eyes trailed upwards to meet his. “Want your cock in my mouth,” you whispered, and his face crumpled in on itself, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Fuck,” he sighed, gripping your hands tightly before pushing you off him. He stood up and in one quick movement he knocked the coffee table over, before he was undoing his belt and stripping his pants off. He helped you off the couch slowly, before lowering you down onto the carpet, crouching down to rest beside you. His large hands roamed across your chest, gripping the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward to expose your breasts, your aching nipples peaked and begging to be touched.

“Fuck,” he repeated, harsher this time, leaning over you to plant his mouth on your chest. His teeth scraped across your sensitive skin and you whined, gripping the nape of his neck as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked gently.

“Joel,” you mewled, tugging his face back up to yours for a brief kiss. “I mean it,” you breathed into his mouth. “Need you in my mouth so bad. M’gonna make you feel so good, I swear.” Within a second, he flipped the two of you over so his back was against the ground and you were straddling his hips. You grinned triumphantly, shifting your hips back as you kissed down his chest, moving your body down until you were straddling his shins, and pulling his briefs down with you.

His cock rested proudly against his stomach, thick and swollen and begging to be touched. The head was a deep shade of red, small beads of precum weeping out of his tip as he stared at you, patiently waiting for you to make a move. You didn’t waste a second before leaning down and gliding your tongue softly over the tip, swiping up his salt and humming at the taste. A sharp inhale whistled past his teeth, and you watched his eyes clamp shut at the sensation, hand forming a fist at his side. Gently, you took his hand and raised it to your head, encouraging him to touch you. He obliged, fisting your hair in his hand, grip tightening as you parted your lips around him and let him sink into your warm mouth. A long, drawn-out moan left his mouth and your cunt pulsed in response, the warmth between your thighs suddenly impossible to ignore.

“S-so good for me,” he groaned, pulling your hair tighter. “Love your mouth, I love it. That’s it, baby, open up a little more for me, show me how much you can take.”

The sharp sting on your scalp made you moan around him, and he cursed, undoubtedly feeling the vibration. The weight of him against your tongue was intoxicating, and you bobbed your head up and down slowly, his cock gliding in and out of your mouth easily, slick with your spit. You’d missed the taste of him, missed the sensation of him filling you up to the point where it was hard to breathe, and yet you still wanted more. You pressed forward, eager to feel him fill you up, but when his cock brushed the back of your throat he was gripping your hair and pulling you off him.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and you looked up in confusion. His bottom lip was bitten raw, and his eyes were a darker brown than normal as he gazed at you. When you didn’t move, he was pulling you up and turning your body so your back was to him, and only then did you realise what he meant. He pulled your shorts down your legs, dragging your underwear with them, and then he carefully tugged one of your knees up and over his shoulder, so you were straddling his chest. Slowly, you shuffled back on your knees until your wet heat was hovering over his face, and you leaned down to let your chest rest against his.

“Baby,” Joel sighed. “So fuckin’ perfect. Such a pretty pussy. Can never get enough of you.”

You clenched around nothing, and heard him groan, signalling that he’d seen it. Without warning, his tongue dipped between your folds and you gasped, pushing your hips back to give him a better angle, before taking him back into your mouth. And it was nothing like it had been two nights before. He wasn’t gentle, or slow, or relaxed. No, Joel was relentless.

His tongue moved rhythmically against you, and you tried desperately to focus, harsh breaths leaving your nose as you moved your mouth lazily along his length. You pulled back and lathed your tongue around the head of him, tasting the salt that dripped out of him. He grunted into you and you smiled, stroking him slowly as you sucked the tip, grinding your tongue into the sensitive skin just underneath his head. Joel’s hips bucked up off the ground, and your hand left his length, gripping his waist firmly to hold him down while you took him into your mouth again. You pushed yourself as far as you could, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he brushed the back of your throat. His beard scratched against your inner thighs deliciously, and you decided you loved it a little longer. And then suddenly, his tongue moved away from your clit and he was licking broad strokes along the entirety of your core, and then over your entrance, and then… his tongue flicked all the way back and into new territory.

You flinched forward, his cock surging deeper into your throat and you gagged around him as you explored the new feeling. You moaned, eyes screwing shut at the foreign sensation, and you felt your legs begin to shake against his sides. His hands gripped your hips and pulled you down harder against his face, ruthlessly dragging his tongue back and forth from your clit to your hole, until you were tearing your mouth away him and sitting up, grinding yourself down desperately against his face. Arching your back, you writhed on top of him, crying out hoarsely. Every strong flick of his tongue felt like an electric shock jolting through your body, and he continued until you were panting and twitching on top of him, and then you let go. The orgasm tore through you, a shout falling from your lips as you rode his face, gripping his thighs for leverage as your entire body shuddered with the intensity. He didn’t let up; licking and sucking and kissing, his moans vibrating through your core until you were whimpering and dragging yourself off him, clit aching from the pressure.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm when Joel pressed your back down onto the carpet, nudged your knees apart so he could fit between them, and pushed himself inside you. A sweet, low burn blazed in your abdomen with every inch he gave to you. The wet sound of you sucking him in might have embarrassed you, but the look of awe on his face as he stared down at where you were connected just made you feel powerful.

His thrusts were strong, the sweaty skin of your thighs smacking against each other noisily filling the air, mixing with your breathless moans of his name.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he was saying, but you weren’t listening, eyes rolling back in your head as he played with your nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“Fuck, Joel,” you cried out at a particularly hard thrust, stomach tensing as the head of his cock grinded against your g-spot.

“There?” he panted, and you nodded frantically, mouth hanging open as he pressed against it over and over again, groaning at the way you tensed around him.

Urgent sounds left your lips as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, and you watched with wide eyes as his hand trailed down your chest to rest over your mound, his thumb slipping between your folds to press gently against your throbbing clit. Your back arched up from the ground and you choked out a moan as he rubbed you in slow circles, a stark contrast to the way he drilled into you with his cock.

“Come,” Joel encouraged and you whimpered, eyes screwing shut as the overwhelming feeling soared through you. His free hand landed over your throat and your eyes flew open, looking up at him as he applied soft pressure to the sides of your neck. “C’mon baby, let me have it. I can feel you, you’re so fuckin’ close, give it to me, please, I want it.”

His words pushed you over the edge, and you gasped against his hold, bucking up into him as he fucked you roughly. You twitched and writhed on the ground, his thumb never stopping its movements against your clit as you cried out his name.

And somewhere amidst it all, his movements slowed. His hands turned soft on your body, head dropping down to drag gentle wet kisses along the skin of your neck.

“So good,” he praised lowly. “So beautiful.” Your heart soared in your chest, and you smiled drowsily, body tingling as he continued to give you gentle thrusts.

“Kiss me,” you said shyly, and Joel smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You sighed into his mouth, gliding the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip as you draped your heavy arms around his neck, pinning his torso down against yours. “Fuck me like this,” you told him. “Want to feel you close to me.”

He nodded, starting up a slow rhythm, only ever pulling out halfway before pressing back into you. You were both slick with sweat, and you wiped his forehead gently before raking your fingers through his thick messy curls. His face was red from exertion, and you thumbed his cheekbones gently. A heavy sigh fell from your mouth. Still recovering from your previous orgasm, you knew it wouldn’t be hard for him to build you up for another one.

“Give me one more,” he begged, sponging feather light kisses over your eyelids, your cheeks, down your neck. “Want to feel you come with me, baby, please. Just one more, I know you can.”

You gripped his hair and kissed him deeply, your tongues tangling together as he moved his hips slowly, cock dragging in and out of you at a devastating pace. Joel pulled back to watch you, eyes gazing down with adoration as he moved above you. That familiar liquid heat began to burn in your stomach, curling through every fibre of your being, and you could see in his face that he was close. And there was something else there too. Something you couldn’t place; simmering in his eyes, lingering on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said. His hips began to stutter against yours, a choked gasp of your name falling from his lips as he quickened his pace until you were coming together, holding each other tightly on the ground of the ski lodge. He moaned heavily against your mouth, and you throbbed around him as his spend coated your walls, warm and slick, squeezing out around his cock as he moved.

As a low, warm silence filled the room, you worked to control your breathing, body shaking against his as he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the empty feeling, missing the weight of him already. But he didn’t go far.

Joel laid down on the carpet beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his chest. Your fingers trailed over the skin of his stomach, smiling at the goosebumps that developed in your wake. Mine.

His hand caught yours and he lifted it to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently. You leaned forward to rest your face in the rook of his neck, and he sighed in contentment, trailing his fingers down your back.

“Hey Joel?” you murmured against his skin.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry I called you a nasty old bastard.”

Joel laughed and tightened his grip around your back, tugging you closer to his chest. “I forgive you.”

a/n: guys, what a ride! thank you for reading. the reaction these two idiots have gotten has been so overwhelming and i so appreciate all the kind interactions, the feedback and support means the world to me x

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euphoricosmo · 11 months

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sub! reader tryna dominate dom! Joel with handcuffs but he just smiles and says things like “good girl, you can do it” and “that’s it, use me like I want you too” and reader gets subby and desperate till she begs him

and Joel gets so cocky and flips reader over and is all like “s that better? oh baby, I got you, know you can take it” 🙃😵‍💫

a/n: non, you had me giggling and kicking my feet with this request. i love you!

control | joel miller x reader

18+ MDNI

pairing: dom!joel miller x sub!f!reader

summary: joel allows you to take control, but in the end you’re still the one begging for him.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: porn no plot, seriously filthy, dom!joel + sub!reader dynamics, use of handcuffs, thigh humping, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, cum eating, choking, spanking, hair pulling.

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You’re shaking. You’re sitting on Joel Miller’s bed, waiting for him to go into the bedroom where you wait for him in white, lacy, lingerie. You’ve had sex with Joel enough times to know what to expect, but this time will be different. Your foot taps the floor anxiously as you hide the pair of metal handcuffs behind your back. Joel gets off on the power of dominating you, so you just want to see what all of the hype is about.

Joel’s entrance knocks you away from your thoughts. “Hi, pretty girl,” he says when he catches a glimpse of the little fabric you have on.

“Hi,” you respond, your voice low at first and your cheeks turning all shades of pink. You watch him obediently, and then stick to your original intentions. “C-could you go, uh, sit in the chair?” You try, stuttering.

His eyes widen, an amused smile dancing across his face as he raises his eyebrows at you. Joel nods shortly then, surprised, but understanding what you’re getting at. “Are you asking or telling?” Joel teases.

His response makes you inhale deeply. Mustering up every bit of confidence you have, you say, “I said go sit in the chair and wait for me.” The words feel strange as they leave your mouth— definitely out of character for you, but Joel seems entertained by it so you stick with it.

Joel doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he walks over to the chair sitting in the corner of the room. He’s already shirtless, and you watch as pulls down his jeans, exposing his hard cock pressing against his boxers. Joel relaxes into the chair, giving you a look that somehow makes you think he’s still the one in control. That he could end your little fantasy whenever he pleases.

You keep the handcuffs behind your own back, not wanting to reveal your secret as you walk slowly over to him. You lean down, placing a gentle kiss to his lips that ends much too quickly for his liking, making him grunt when you pull away. Your hand traces from one shoulder, over his chest, to his other shoulder and you begin to walk behind him. Your soft fingers make him feel like his skin is on fire, and he could moan at the feeling of just that.

You take the handcuffs, Joel’s ears perking up at the sound of the metal clinking behind him. You hook them around one wrist, almost waiting for his protest, but you continue and hook the other one when you hear no resistance from him. You walk back to face him and you notice he has nothing but a playful smile plastered across his face.

“What?” you ask, mirroring his amused smile but feeling suddenly self conscious when you realize he’s still not taking you seriously at all.

“Nothing, baby,” Joel shrugs. “You can continue.”

You roll your eyes at that. “I don’t need your permission.” Any other day, Joel would have had you over his knee and would have spanked your ass until it’s raw, but he finds it quite endearing to watch you dominate him. So, he decides he won’t resist at all. No, in fact, he will gladly let you try.

“Not at all,” Joel reassures and his body stays relaxed as you straddle his thigh, letting your weight rest against it and feeling him pressing into your needy clit. You whimper at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his neck and initiating a hungry kiss. Joel’s leaning his head forward as much as he can, wanting so badly to grab handfuls of your ass while slipping his tongue into your mouth. He moans into your mouth, biting and sucking on your bottom lip.

You start to rock your hips then, dragging your clothed pussy over his thigh. You start to feel a little bit embarrassed of the position you’re in, unsure exactly how to proceed but you continue to do what relieves the ache in your cunt. He catches the insecurity in your hesitant movements, and starts to bounce his thigh a bit to encourage you.

“Good girl, you can do it,” he says in his low, deep voice. It makes you whine, lips parting as you guide your hips a bit faster. “Take those panties off,” Joel tells you. You shake your head no and he chuckles as he watches you squirm on top of him.

“I’ll take them off when I want to you,” you say and his eyes wander from your face down to your pussy. There’s a big wet spot at the front of your panties, and he knows how good it would feel to have your bare pussy making a mess on his thigh right now.

“You just wait until I’m out of this,” Joel says, keeping that boyish smile on his face. You don’t care about his threats, steadying yourself on his shoulders and continuing to grind your clit into his thigh. He’s right about taking off your panties, but you didn’t want him to have to tell you to do it. You reach down, pushing the fabric to the side and letting your pussy lips rub on him.

“Oh, baby,” he moans, watching as your arousal begins to drip all down his leg. “Look at you.” You feel your stomach tightening with his voice, the feeling of his hot skin against you being almost too much to handle.

“Feels so fucking good,” you cry, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Once you feel your orgasm really starting to build, you stand abruptly. Joel watches as you discard the pretty lingerie you have on. You stare at him cautiously, wanting him to eat your pussy but feeling slightly embarrassed to initiate it. As if Joel can read your mind he says, “Go ahead, use me like I want you to.”

His choice of words make it better for you, almost as if he’s the one who’s making you do this. Joel’s cock is oozing so much precum, his own underwear starts to become wet as you hook a leg over his shoulder. You’re stretching a bit uncomfortably in this position, but all of that goes away when he leans forward and licks from your hole to the top of your clit.

You moan loudly at the feeling of his wet tongue finally making contact with your pussy. You grab fistfuls of his hair, steadying yourself and pushing him deeper into you. He’s licking up your folds. His tongue continues maneuvering through your puffy lips, occasionally stopping to place gentle kisses on your clit. Joel groans into you, sending vibrations through you as you pull on his hair harder. You’re grinding your hips forward to meet his tongue with your arousal dripping all down through his beard.

“That’s it, baby, use my fuckin’ mouth” he moans into you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking on it softly. He sucks it, releases it, and then sucks it back into his mouth again. The repeated action has you seeing stars. You start to whine, wanting to feel his large fingers in your little hole. You’re suddenly annoyed by his restrained hands, and begin slipping into that precious sub head space. He notices you.

“Please, Joel,” you cry, needing more of him to relieve you. You need him so bad it’s almost painful.

“Please, what?” he spits, then darts his tongue into your hole that’s clenching so tightly. He groans, fucking your little pussy with his tongue as quickly as possible and letting his nose brush over your clit. “This is what you wanted, huh?”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you tell him instead of asking. The repeated feeling of his nose bumping your sensitive clit has your pussy cumming all over his tongue. You’re screaming his name over and over again while you painfully grip onto his hair. Your orgasm is squirting out of you, painting the inside of his mouth beautifully as he continues to lap at your cunt. You’re breathing so heavily as he licks you clean, moaning loudly at the sweet taste of you.

You come down from your orgasm, unhooking your leg from him and looking at him with needy eyes. “I’m gonna take the cuffs off,” you whisper nervously to him while he watches you with a smirk. Joel has never looked so handsome as he does now, restrained in that chair with your cum dripping from the sides of his mouth down his bare chest.

“You do that, baby,” Joel says, his voice remaining calm. You gather yourself, grabbing the keys from on top of the dresser and padding back over to him. You unhook the handcuffs, and watch as he brings his hands back around to rub his wrists soothingly. You almost start to feel bad. “Come here,” he tells you then.

You immediately listen, walking to the front of him. He’s still sitting in the chair, looking up with nothing except pure admiration for his sweet little girl. He points to the space on the floor between his legs, and he sighs in relief as you quickly drop to your knees, loving the power he has over you. He pets your hair softly and then guides his large hand to your chin, tilting your head up so that you’re looking at him.

“Wanted to be in control, huh?” He teases and you nod your head. “Is that how you answer me, or have you already forgotten?” Joel asks more seriously now.

“I haven’t forgotten, sir, I’m sorry,” you tell him innocently.

“Go on then,” Joel encourages. “Tell me, did you want to be in control? Thought you could pull a little stunt like that and get away with it?” His thumb is brushing against your bottom lip, sending shivers down your spine.

You think about it for a moment, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I did,” you admit, voice small.

“Did you like it?” He asks, a hint of humor laced in his voice.

“I don’t know… don’t know if I’m any good at it,” you answer honestly, eyes flickering back and forth from his face to his cock still tucked into his boxers. You can’t help but lean into the soft touch of his hand as he pets you. “You gonna punish me?” You whisper to him.

“Oh, baby,” he coos, “No, I’m not gonna punish you. You’re just gonna finish what you started.”

You stare up at him in surprise. “W-what do you mean?” you stutter. You had your bit of fun watching Joel all helpless in the chair, but you know where your place is, and you love it when he puts you there.

Suddenly, he’s standing and yanking you up roughly by your forearm and you stumble to your feet. “You wanna act like a big girl, then I’m gonna treat you like one,” he says, forcefully pulling your body to the bed and throwing you on top of the mattress. You yelp in surprise, pussy already feeling needy again at his aggression.

He pulls his boxers down, letting his erection finally spring free. Joel’s cock is so hard, dripping with precum and you almost whimper at the sight of it. Then he’s getting on the bed with you, sitting up and leaning his back against the headboard. “Come here,” he demands, patting his lap. You hesitantly crawl over, straddling his lap and feeling his cock slap against your pussy lips. “Ride my cock, baby, come on.”

You look into his eyes as you grab his cock, lining it up with your soaked entrance. You sit down slowly, letting him fill you up inch by inch. You’re both panting, your cunt squeezing around him until you’re full sitting down on his cock. His warm, rough hands rest on your waist, his eyes shut in pleasure. You like riding Joel, especially because he would hold you still while he fucked up into you at an impossible pace. But this time, he leaves it up to you.

“Watch me,” you try to say confidently, his eyes snapping open. His cock twitches inside you while his grip gets a little tighter around your hips. Joel obeys with a hum, eyes trailing down to where you two are connected.

You lift up until his tip is teasing your entrance again, and then let your body weight relax fully onto him again. You continue to move just like that, keeping your rhythm steady as you make sure to pull up completely and then drench his cock once again. You’re breathing deeply, whimpering at the feeling is his tip brushing against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Look at that,” he teasingly says, “Riding my cock, taking what belongs to you.”

You’re moaning at his words, picking up the pace a little as you’re desperate for the slamming of his cock that doesn’t come. You bounce up and down faster, needing it harder, needing his cock to fuck you painfully. You’re biting your lip, gripping his shoulders tightly and trying as hard as you can to get off on his cock all by yourself.

After a few minutes of this, you’re close but not there yet, and you both know you need more to finish. That’s when you realize that Joel is punishing you. Since the beginning of your relationship with him, all he’s taught you is how to be a good little girl for him, to listen, to submit; and in return, he takes very good care of you. It’s where you’re most comfortable. So what better way to punish you then to make you work for it by yourself?

“Please,” you pathetically give in, your desperate movements continuing as you chase your orgasm.

He smiles at you, shaking his head and already knowing that he’s won. “What happened, baby? Do you need my help?”

You shake your head yes rapidly, not caring anymore. “Please, please, I’ll be good for you, please.”

“I thought you wanted to be in control,” he pokes fun at you, his hips still resting very still. You start to whine when you feel his thumb press into your clit. He doesn’t move it at all, just applies slight pressure and lets it rest there. “But you need me, don’t you? You need me so badly. Pathetic little thing.”

“I do,” you gasp, frustrated by his still thumb. “I’ll do anything, please.”

Joel can’t wipe the cocky smirk off his face when he grabs your hips with both hands tightly and pulls you off of him in one quick motion. You whimper at the loss of him, but he’s already flipping you over before you can complain. He’s grunting, pulling your hips back into him but not pushing his cock in yet. One hand is fisted in your hair, pushing your face down into the mattress while the other teasingly rubs over your ass.

“Is that better?” he mocks you, then slaps your ass twice harshly, surely leaving his hand print.

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, eyes shut at the feeling of him holding you down. “I love being your good girl.”

His heart swells with love for you, grabbing your hand and bringing it behind your back and up his mouth to gently kiss it. “I know you do, baby.” Then his cock is completely splitting you open. Joel thrusts so hard into you, black dots cover your vision at the feeling of it. You’re crying out Joel’s name in worship while he fucks you so roughly the way you need.

“Fuck, fuck!” Tears are already dripping down your face onto the mattress. His cock is so big and hard and he makes your pussy and tummy feel so full of him.

“Oh, baby. I’ve got you,” he soothes but keeps fucking you at an impossible pace. The sound of your ass slapping against him fills the room along with both of your frantic moans. His heavy balls are hitting against your clit with every thrust. The feeling is heaven on earth.

“Can I cum?” you ask this time, completely out of breath.

“No, brat,” he snaps at you, picking up the pace even more. He grabs you by your hair, jerks your head up and pulls you back towards him. The delicious movement of his cock doesn’t slow down at all when he pulls your back into his chest. He wraps a strong hand around your throat, and the other arm holds you steady by the waist.

“I can’t, I can’t,” you’re whimpering to him over and over.

“I know you can,” he says aggressively. “I know you fuckin’ can.”

You do your best to hold back the orgasm that’s building so quickly, clenching your pussy tightly around his big cock. He’s moaning deeply at the feeling of you, knowing he would be cumming soon but wanted to feel your pussy for a little bit longer. Joel slows down his pace a bit, allowing you both a small amount of time to recover before he’s back to being quick and rough.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up, baby,” he promises. “Gonna remind you who’s in charge around here.”

“Yes, please!” You’re screaming with every thrust of his cock.

“Tell me who’s in control and I’ll let you cum,” he says slowly into your ear, grip around your throat tightening a bit and making the feeling that more intense.

“You, Joel,” you manage to get out, “Always you.”

“Cum on my cock then,” Joel gives you permission. You’re on cloud nine as you let your body relax and feel the brutal pounding of his cock. It drags inside of you so perfectly, hitting every sweet spot you have. Your needy cunt is clenching, throbbing, and milking his cock while you cum all over him. “That pussy is so fuckin’ tight wrapped around me.”

Your cum is dripping down both of your legs, all over his cock and balls, quickly making a wet spot on the sheets. As you’re orgasming, Joel talks you through it, whispering dirty nothings in your ear before you finally feel his cum start to shoot up inside you.

“Fuck, just like that,” he tells you breathlessly, “Such a good baby.”

Joel’s thrusts finally come to a complete stop, and he pulls out of you. Sweet little noises escape your mouth when he leans down and starts to lick up the mixture of both of your juices leaking out of you. He sucks you dry, loving how filthy you let him be with you. He’s humming in delight, placing a few kisses on your cunt before pulling away.

You let your body fall limp against the mattress, feeling absolutely drained. Joel wraps an arm around you, spinning you around with ease and pulling you into his chest. He kisses you softly and you moan at the taste of his mouth. He pulls away to look back at you with soft eyes and a pretty smile on his lips.

“Sorry for ruining your little plan,” he teases gently.

“No, that’s okay,” you say quickly, smiling back. “I figured I would try… but you’re much better at it then I am.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, darlin’. That was fuckin’ hot. In fact, I might want you to do it again.”

“Yeah?” You ask, eyes brightening at his praise.

He nods, kissing your lips again. “Maybe I can teach you a thing or two about being in control.”

“You’d do that?” You ask happily, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his messy hair.

“Mhm,” he hums, his heart warming at your excitement. Joel’s eyes flicker mischievously over to his drawer filled with all of the things he likes to use on you.

“Get those handcuffs again and let me show you how to really use em’.”

phew i love dom joel. i wanna write a one shot with a daddy kink but i’m scared ya’ll won’t like it so if you want is pls tell me. also if you requested, i promise it’s coming. love you 🫶🏼

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𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ‘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘’ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐒

↳ summary: sick of sharing your lover, you pull out a master plan to convince him to stop 'seducing' his targets.

↳ pairing: jack 'whiskey' daniels x f!reader

↳ [2.1k words] content:18+ MDNI, jealous reader, soft!domme/sub dynamics, tying wrists, sex toys (m receiving), orgasm denial (m receiving), cum eating. This is a @beskarbabs remaster -- original post date 2021.

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The last thing Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels expected to see when he returned home from his essential field mission was indisputably what he walked into as soon as he came in through the front door of your shared apartment in New York.

You had been distressed by Jack's mission plan from the get-go, given the precariousness of him going undercover, but even more so when you were informed that he would need to... liaise with one of his targets. You'd told Champagne that he needed to get rid of those shitty "condom trackers" immediately after seeing the multiple disputes it had caused between other agents and their partners. Still, Champ had insisted that it was the most efficient way of tracking targets and that this was a matter of national security; you'd simply have to put your faith in Jack.

And you did have faith in Jack. You had complete assurance in his devotion to your relationship. However, that didn't mean you had to agree to share him with a target. He was a lady's man, a charmer. You knew he could flirt anyone, man or woman, into bed if he tried hard enough. But given he had no choice, and he always came home to you rather than running away with another woman, you didn't allow your jealousy to seep through until AFTER he came home.

Your distinct lack of clothing results in Jack's frankly amusing expression as he walks in from work, lips parted and eyebrows raised with shock as he looks you over. You wear nothing but the lacy lingerie set that Jack bought as a gift for your anniversary a few weeks ago. Bare, bar for the lace, you stand patiently in the middle of the hall, looking Jack over from head to toe with an expression of indigence.

"Well, well, Sugar. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He breaks out in that signature smirk of his, walking forward to wrap his arm around your waist. You put up your index finger, stopping the brash and self-assured agent in his tracks. He glanced down, noting the lasso in your hand.

"Darlin'-" You reach up, taking the knot of his tie in your hand and pulling it down and off, the fabric making a soft 'wooshing' sound as it slipped from his linen button-down. You then push your hands under the lapels of his blazer jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. He holds your gaze, his normally earthy-hued eyes dilated almost totally black.

You lean on your tiptoes, and Jack closes his eyes, expecting a kiss. Instead, you move your lips to his ear and whisper one word.

"Upstairs." It's not a request, it's a demand, and Agent Daniels looks like you'd just given him whiplash. Gawking at you, it takes him a minute to register precisely what you were telling him. He blinks in an attempt to shake himself from his bewilderment.

"Yes, Ma'am..." He finally responds, in somewhat of a daze, as he makes his way up the stairs. You knew your plan would catch him off guard, but his reaction had been priceless! He glances over his shoulder, ensuring you're following behind before he makes it up the stairs.

"Go sit on the bed," you command him. He does exactly as he's told with no argument, a rare occurrence for Jack, who could never seem to keep his smug and blustering mouth shut. You put it down to him being so shocked by your little surprise that he couldn't form a sentence. He sits pretty on the bed, palms awkwardly placed on his thighs as he watches you. He's not used to you taking control. You were always the one to do as you were told.

"Wrists together," You adjure. He does that, too, eyebrow arched slightly.

"Sugar, what are you up t-" You just give him a look, one that silently orders him to shut up. He presses his lips into a thin line, not saying anything more as you loop his lasso around his wrists. His eyes follow your movements, glad to see that you had, in fact, picked up a standard rope rather than his spare Statesman weapons.

You knot the rope tightly, pulling at his forearms to ensure he can't break free from his binds. The agent arches his brow in yet another querying gaze, and you respond by simply putting your palm to his chest, pushing him backwards so his back hits the bed and knocking his hat off in the process. You smirk at his obvious shock, trying to wiggle from his bonds.

"You gonna ride your cowboy?" He teases you, but finds himself speechless once again as you move onto your hands and knees, crawling up the bed until you're straddling his hips. He hadn't expected you to actually do it! You take his chin roughly in your hand, forcing him to look you in the eye.

"I don't like sharing you, Jack," you whisper. You're turned on by the level of power you now hold over him, and he can hear it in your voice, see it in your dilated eyes. He stumbles over his words, and you feel his cock stir in his jeans.

"Darlin', I was just doin' my job," he finally splutters as you pull open his button-down shirt, the clattering of those buttons hitting the floor making his eyes wide in utter shock. You smirk at his expression, noting the way his adam's-apple bobs. Have you made him nervous?

"You were," you agree, musing as you trail the tip of your index finger down from between his collarbones, tracing his sternum and finally slowing when you reached his belt, "But that doesn't mean I like it, Whiskey." His eyes flick to your hand, now in the process of unbuckling his belt. He's once again uncharacteristically bereft of speech, utterly dumbstruck.

"I need to remind you who you belong to, Jack." Your honeyed tone has his hands curling into fists in their confines. You've never been like this with him; it's such a pleasant surprise. You slip his belt out of the loops of his jeans and unbutton them in quick succession.

You shuck his jeans from his hips, taking his boxers with them. His breath hitches in surprise, muscles tense and assuming you would take him into your mouth. He closes his eyes slowly, tilting his head back into the pillows as he waits to feel your lips around his already throbbing cock- so when he feels the pressure of your weight on the mattress shift away from him, he snaps his eyes open in confusion, looking to see where those lips had gone.

He finds you leaning over the end of the bed, searching in the bedside cabinet for something.

"Whatcha up to, BabyGirl?" He queries, eyes following your hand as you dig around. A self-satisfied smirk stretches across your lips as you find what you are looking for. You feel Whiskey stiffen at the sight of the pink bullet vibrator in your hand. You had been sure to charge it fully when Jack left a few days ago, and it had sat in the cabinet waiting to be used.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Mr Daniels," you hum, holding the button down until it starts buzzing in your hand. You can see Jack begin to panic a little, realising how much control you have over the situation.

"What d'ya mean, a les-" Jack breaks off into a broken moan as you place the vibrator against the head of his leaking cock. It's red and angry already, throbbing with the intensity of the vibrations. He pushes his hips backwards into the bed in a futile attempt to escape the torture you inflict upon him, giving him a delicious arch in his back that has the crown of his head pushing back into the pillows.

"F-Fuck!" He chokes out as you trace the vibrator down his dick achingly slow. His entire body shudders at the warmth that spreads like tendrils in his lower abdomen. You smirk, watching his composure melt away.

"What is it, Jack? You speechless? I highly doubt that," you mock him, enjoying this display of dominance over your egocentric lover. But, funnily enough, he is indeed speechless. His moans had caught in his throat, arching his back further as you ran the tip of the vibrator over his balls before making its way back up to the end of his throbbing cock.

"You know I won't share you anymore, right?" You coo, watching as he tries to struggle against the lasso's bindings. It's fruitless, you both know, but his mind is so hazy with desire that he just can't think straight. He just nods desperately in response to your question, trying to form words.

"Fuck- I'm-" He chokes out another strangled groan as you circle the tip of his head, making his hips sloppily buck upwards into thin air, "I'm sorry."

You have to swallow your own moans; Jack wholly lost in this hedonism causing a subtle warmth to settle in your lower tummy. He convulses with a gasp as you lean forward, collecting the precum on the tip of his dick on your tongue. "Nghhh fuck!"

You can feel his thick thighs trembling already, and he starts babbling mindless garbage as he hurtles closer and closer to his climax.

"I wo-won't touch anyone again! Fuck-! Fuck Champ, fuck those st- shit!" He gasps out, body jerking as you trace his balls with your tongue, "fuck those stupid trackers!" You smirk, noting the deterioration in his self-control.

"You gonna only touch me, Agent Whiskey? Fuck me when you come back from your missions instead?" You murmur before brushing your tongue from base to tip. He shudders, barely able to hold it together.

"F-Fuck Darlin', I-I'm gonna-" He's cut off by a desperate and uncharacteristic wail as you pull away from him altogether, the vibrator still buzzing in your hand. Jack looks wounded, balls drawn up tight, and a pained expression cast across his face. You just give him a flirty smirk, eyebrow arched.

"Answer the question, Agent," You purr, watching his eyes roll back slightly into his skull. He seems to take a few shaky breaths, deep enough that you can see his ribcage expand on the inhale. You assume he's trying to gather his thoughts, so you press the vibrator's button again, turning it up to a higher setting before pushing it to the tip of his cock again.

If he hadn't had his arms tied in front of him, Jack practically would have folded in half with the way the upper half of his body jumped up from the bed. His whine is almost pained, knuckles white with the fists he'd made.

"I'm waiting," you drawl as he grits his teeth, trying to combine words into something like a sentence.

"I- Jesus!" He growls out, forcing his words out in that deep vibrato that sends chills up your spine, "I promise!" You coo gently, running the vibrator up and down the shaft of his angry red, veiny cock at a brutally slow pace. He's so close to cumming; you can see it in the way his abdomen muscles tense and his cock bobs.

"Good. You're mine. No one else's," You clarify, pressing the button to its highest setting and watching as Jack threw his head back with a ragged gasp as he came. Hard.

Ropes of cum coat his stomach and chest, dribbling down onto your fingertips as he bucks his hips into thin air again. The customarily composed Jack can barely breathe, coming undone at the eviscerating orgasm ripping through him. The moan that once again caught in his throat slips into something akin to a whine, all the muscles in his body tight and cramped.

As he finally comes down from his blinding high, Jack pants heavily, trying to stop the dizzying feeling in his head from the inability to inhale for a solid minute. Not ready to stop playing with this sexy, confident alter ego, you dip your fingers in the cum on his stomach, lifting them to your lips and tracing your tongue over it, moaning at the salty taste.

"Fuck, Sugar..." Jack pants, struggling against his binds again, "Let me out of these so I can kiss you." But much to his surprise, you don't answer him. Instead, you just shimmy your way up his body. He blinks, still in a daze.

"Darlin'-" He begins to question, but you just press your index finger to his lips as you straddle his pelvis, smirking.

"I'm not done with you yet. I still need to ride my cowboy."

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