paulyenvol6

[paulyenvol6]

Delicate

Based on this amazing request (Thank you so much, I had a blast writing this :)). Just wanted to let you know that I haven't watched Materialists yet so I'm sorry if I wasn't able to capture Harry's character so well, but I tried my best! Anyways, enjoy <3

Contains: fluff, sweetness overload, brief mentions of anxiety and panic, little bit of crying but nothing heavy, mentions of alcohol, kissing, suggestive tension

Wordcount: 7,796

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You nibbled at your thumb and instantly cursed yourself as you dropped your hand.

You weren't supposed to be so nervous. And you certainly weren't supposed to fall back into your old habits and bite your nails out of nervousness. This was just a date after all, a nice dinner at a beautiful restaurant to see how the two of you would be going along.

On one hand you didn't want to go into this with too many expectations. But when you thought about Harry, his gentle smile and soft brown eyes you couldn't help it. You couldn't help but feel your heart clench and as much as it could be caused by sheer anxiety, part of you knew that after your first meeting at the wedding last week, you sort of had a little… crush? Who could blame you, really? He was a dream. A perfect, surreal dream that was almost too good to be real.

"Hi!"

You twirled around, clumsy hands reaching for the wall of the building next to the restaurant to ground yourself and prevent yourself from stumbling.

"H-Hi, Harry," you smiled, your heartrate shooting up, but the curl of your lips genuine. Then your gaze dropped to what he was holding in his left hand and this time your heartbeat didn't fasten, but on the contrary, it stopped for a brief moment. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, with shades of purple and violet catching your eyes as you took in the various tulips, asters, petunias, and clematis.

"Oh," you made and involutarily squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassement. This was the worst reply you could think of. No 'thank you' or 'wow', just a stupid 'oh'.

"It's very good to see you," Harry said, smirking as he handed you the bouquet of flowers. "For you. You mentioned that purple is your favorite color, so I thought…"

He left the sentence unfinished, but your eyes were on the bright purple anyway. The muscles around your mouth were twitching and tingling, an untamable chaos thrumming in your stomach as you took the bouquet with trembling hands and then looked up to him again.

Say something. Thank you. Anything.

"Thank you so much," you eventually said, a little too late, but still reasonable.

"You're welcome," he answered, invitingly raising his eyebrows."I can carry the bouquet while we go inside. It might be a bit unwieldy. Besides, you've got your purse."

You blinked a few times and all you were able to think about was how dumb and slow you must look to him. It took you an extra 10 seconds to process each of his words, and then you responded with as few words as possible.

"Yeah, that'd be great. And really, thank you. I love the color purple and the flowers are so pretty." You were content with yourself now, softly exhaling as Harry glanced at your profile while offering you his arm.

"I'm glad. There were two bouquets I liked and had to choose between and I wasn't really sure which one to take, but I was in a rush because I obviously didn't want to make you wait and so I was forced to make a decision. Sorry for being a little late by the way."

You chuckled, turning toward him while taking his arm.

"You were not late. I was a bit too early."

Harry pushed the door open, but you were too absentminded to observe your surroundings such as the waiter standing by the door, the dimly lit interior of the italian restaurante, the bar and the flower bouquets by the entrance that didn't quite match the color of your flowers, but didn't look any less pretty. You were so taken by Harry, he was like a black hole sucking in all your attention and making you hyperaware of every single detail of him – the things you had already noticed the day you had met him as well as the new ones. The little scar on his hairline, the few grey strands highlighting his thick black hair and of course his indistinct smile. The way it seemed to reach his eyes at once, making them shimmer and radiate warmth and comfort, which you found remarkable considering the fact that you had only just met him.

Harry exchanged a few words with the waiter, but you couldn't hear them. Not just because you were daydreaming about the man next to you, but also because of the loud noises in the restaurant. For a moment you feared that the muffled mumuring and loud laughter might impose a struggle for your conversation, but it turned out the waiter was leading you to a table slightly away from the others. The distant piano music was still in your ear, but a lot more subtle now and so was the mumbling from the other guests.

Harry, the polite gentleman that he was, pulled back the chair, waited until you had sat down and then adjusted it while you smiled over your shoulder.

"Thank you. Your manners really are remarkable. I almost feel bad because I wasn't taught all of this."

He grinned while taking his seat across the table.

"Don't. I like things to be a little romantic. Or, you know… I like a retro vibe at times. But I don't demand or - or god forbid expect the same from the people around me."

You nodded and ran your eyes over the cutlery spread out in front of you, swallowing at the sight of four spoons, four knives, and four forks. This was an expensive establishment and although you weren't surprised by Harry taking you somewhere fancy, you still felt a little lost.

"It's so beautiful in here. I love the tapestries and the paintings. Do you come here often?"

"Not really. I like to save this place for special occasions."

God he was a flirt and the wink of his left eye didn't exactly improve the situation. You were his special occasion and despite acknowledging his words for a polite gesture, you found that it wouldn't have been necessary to answer that way. Maybe…, just maybe he actually saw potential for this, just like you did.

"But do you have any recommendations?" you wanted to know, hoping that the slight flushness on your face would be swallowed by the bad lightning.

"They have good pasta. I had the mushroom pasta once and I liked it," Harry answered with such a welcoming smile that you felt like your awkwardness didn't matter at all. He was encouraging you, giving you signs that none of this was odd or uncomfortable with subtle gestures such as his flashing eyes or his soft tone when he was adressing you.

"Maybe I'm gonna try that one then," you said more to yourself and dropped your eyes to the menu. The prices next to the selections of food were making your eyes widen, but you had a strong feeling, Harry hadn't accidentally chosen this place. At least you didn't want to order the most expensive meal on the menu, so you actually decided to go with the mushroom pasta.

"How was your day?" Harry asked once the waiter had taken your orders (Pasta Arrabiata for your date) and leaned over the table, elbows resting on the surface.

"Oh whatever," you wryly grinned, swinging your head to the side as you made yourself comfortable on the cushion.

"What does that mean?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead.

"Work was a little stressful. And I got into a fight with my sister. But you know… I was just thinking of our dinner tonight and that kept me going."

Harry returned the smile, his hand toying with the salt shaker, but his eyes on you.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Yes. If you really wanna know… My sister's getting married soon and I wanna be supportive and patient and you know, be calm even when she freaks out, but today I don't know…" You sighed, wiping over your eyes. "I was stressed because of work and then we met for lunch and I immediatly saw how nervous and restless she was and so we were both kind of strained and had a fight. Over something stupid, it doesn't even really matter. But now I feel bad because I feel like I have to be a better sister and I'm unsupportive because this is such a special time for her and I wasn't there for her today."

Harry nodded in understanding, biting down on his lip as he watched you.

"I'm sorry. But your feelings are valid too. You felt stressed and overloaded and that means you deserve someone to be there for you too."

You carefully glanced up to him, feeling so relieved and touched by his words, but regretful over the fact that it had taken less than 5 minutes for you to complain and pour your heart out to him. What must he think of you? That you were an emotionally unstable drama queen who wasn't capable of having normal small talk? You sighed, forcing your lips to curl into a smile.

"Thank you. And… I'm sorry, I don't wanna bother you with my problems now while we are in such a nice place. How was your day?"

Harry lowly chuckled, chewing on his bottom lip and was just about to say something when the waiter came to bring your beverages. A bottle of Sangiovese and two glasses that he placed in front of the two of you. After he had poured you an appropriate amount of the deep red liquid, Harry looked at you again.

"Now I forgot what I wanted to say… Oh yeah I know: don't apologise, okay? I'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me about stuff like this and I'm happy to listen. And you're not bothering me with it. If it makes you feel better, I'm all ears for you. Okay?"

You laughed, your finger tracing the base of the wine glass and a telling pink creeping up on your cheeks.

How could someone be that nice?

Your face was glowing, your heart pounding in your chest as you gave him a nod.

"Good," he answered, leaning back in his chair and raising his glass along with you.

"To good conversation then," he grinned and your glasses gently clinked together, producing a soft, tinkling sound.

"Damn small talk," you joined and then took a careful sip from the wine.

"Oh it's good," you said once you had removed the glass from your lips and put it back down on the table.

"It is. And I thought it would go well with both of your pastas." Harry did the same thing as you, lowering the glass and then tilting his head.

"Oh and you asked about my day… Not that stressful fortunately. But I did have a weird encounter with a cat on my way to work."

"With a cat?" you giggled.

"Yeah. She wouldn't stop following me until I was about to step into the office building. I don't know what it was, but I guess I should feel flattered."

You smirked and rested your chin on your palm, watching Harry with a sparkle in your eyes.

"You should've adopted her. Maybe you just met your soulmate."

"I do hope that my soulmate is not a cat," he scoffed. "And maybe I need to keep myself available for now. Not jump into a new relationship while I'm getting to know someone as lovely as you."

You almost shuddered at his words, a warm shiver rushing down your spine in the most comforting way.

"You're right about that. And I mean I couldn't possibly compete with a cat like that. Especially when she's so loyal to you."

Harry winked, taking another sip from his wine.

"I don't think you have to worry about that. Not being able to compete with a cat, I mean."

The two of you laughed and only now did you realise how comfortable and at ease you were. There was no trace left of the initial nervousness and you could only once again silently thank Harry for his endearing and calm nature.

Soon the food came and a little later the two of you were deeply invested in a hot-headed discussion about literature. You found out about his love for modernism and that his favorite author was Kafka and long after your plates were empty and all that was left of the wine were a few stains at the edge of the glasses, your conversation drifted to music. Harry turned out to be a big fan of 70s and 80s music and you were more than happy to have found an equally passionate counterpart when it came to your favourite bands and musicians. And then, noticing your yawns that grew more regular over time, Harry cleared his throat, dimples visible as he raised his eyebrows.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice so soft and husky that you felt goosebumps rise on your arms.

"Yes, a little. I think it would be good to get home soon, I have to be at work early tomorrow," you admitted, apologetically pursing your lips.

"Of course. How did you get here, do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, but already scanned the restaurant for a waiter.

"No, no, that's alright. I took the subway."

He stopped in the motion, his gaze lingering on your eyes and a frown visible on his brow.

"I'm not gonna let you take the subway so late. I'm afraid I have to insist."

You were doubtful, but couldn't deny the bubbly coil in your stomach area. He was sweet and affectionate and unfortunately you were the kind of person to fall for stuff like that.

"But it's not really on your way, is it?" you whispered nonetheless because you really didn't want him to waste his time and be the reason for it.

"Y/n," he said, carefully, almost shyly, placing his hand on top of yours, which made the corners of your mouth lift.

"I want to drive you home. It's about 15 minutes. Otherwise you would have to take the train and not only wouldn't it be safe, but this is much faster. Please let me."

What were you to say against this? You found you had no choice but to approve, but thanked him a million times in the next few minutes until Harry once again stated that you were doing him a favor by letting him drive you.

"I wouldn't be able to have a peaceful drive home if I was worried about your safety."

Then you stayed silent about the topic and found yourself in his passenger seat five minutes later. His expensive passenger seat, as it might be worth mentioning. The leather felt cool against your naked thigh and although Harry had told you that he drove the black mercedes for almost 4 years now, it still smelled new and fresh. Of warm vinyl, something clean and money.

Harry had held you the door open and now walked around the car to take his seat on the other side.

"Ready to go?" he asked once the two of you had fastened your belts and glanced at your profile with a mischievous smile.

"Always," you replied and then the bright lights around you, the distanced red of some traffic lights, the logo of a cinema across the street and the lights behind the restaurant winows began dancing before your eyes as Harry started the drive to your apartment.

"I had a really good time tonight," he said after a few seconds, his eyes on the street, but his pupils flickering like he had to fight the urge not to look at you to watch you for your reaction.

"So did I. I would love to do it again," you answered, but then furrowed your brow. "But I can't have you invite me to such an expensive restaurant again, Harry. Although this was probably the best pasta I've ever had."

"Then why not? I like making you happy and I don't mind. But if you really want to do something else, I know a nice bar just down the street. We could meet there and grab something to drink later this week. Maybe it would also be better to do something earlier so you won't be tired for work the next day."

You had to bite your lip, partly because you loved the way he cared about you, remembering all the little signs and things you had said earlier, but also because the prospect of going out with him again this week made you fear for the sound that might escape your throat.

"I would love that. Just tell me when and where," you grinned and excitedly intertwined your fingers.

"Perfect. What do you think about Thursday? I get off work at 6, so maybe 7?"

You could only nod with a stupid smile glued to your lips, but Harry couldn't see it anyways.

"So we're making plans before you have even dropped me off… I'd say that's a good sign, right?"

His teeth scraped his lower lip, a brief glimpse in your direction the only answer you received.

You tapped on your phone screen, your breath coming out in sharp hitches.

6:57.

You would make it, you were sure. The bar was just around the corner and you still had 3 minutes, so you just had to hurry up a little. But you didn't want to be soaked with sweat when you arrived.

What was more important? Being on time or your face not glistening with sweat?

Fuck it, you thought and slowed down. One or two minutes too late wasn't a big deal. Last time you had waited for Harry for 5 minutes, but to be fair, you had been 10 minutes early. You briefly closed your eyes, shaking your head to clear your mind and forcing your racing breath to calm down. Everything would be fine and overthinking it would only make you more nervous.

You were heading around the corner now, blinking a few times at the sun-drowned street and raising your hand to protect your eyes from the soft, golden rays. You looked at your phone again. 5:59 and no text from Harry.

A part of you, a strange, anxious and insecure part of you feared to get a massage cancelling the date from him, but at the same time the rational part of you knew that he wouldn't do that. It was him after all.

Him, who you hadn't been able to stop thinking about for the past two days. Him, who had been haunting your mind like a ghost howling around a scary, decayed lodge and him, who was now standing in front of the bar a few feet away from you.

You waved, but instantly felt awkward doing it so you lowered your hand. Harry had noticed you though and turned toward you, the smile on his face visible even from the distance.

"Hey!" he said once you were in reach and determindely took a step toward you, pulling you in for a gentle hug, which you welcomed with an inaudible happy sigh. He was so warm, so soft and big. His hands were on your back, sprawled out on the small of your back and stroking up and down your clothed skin.

"Very good to see you. You look beautiful" he said against your hair.

It took you much too long to answer him, your senses overstimulated and cloudy from the smell of his aftershave in your nose, but when you eventually did, Harry had already withdrawn, leaving you disappointed that the body contact had ended so soon.

"Thank you, so do you. And I'm happy to see you too. How have you been doing? Any more weird encounters with cats?"

"Oh way too many," Harry answered, chuckling softly and putting his hands in his front pockets.

He looked absolutely gorgeous tonight, wearing a black turtelneck, a jacket and plain, grey tousers that fitted him suspiciously well. So well that you were almost sure they were tailored to his body.

"But no, she luckily left me alone. You get aaaaall my attention tonight, I swear. Should we go in? Then you gotta tell me about the concert. I'm just happy to see you and the band wasn't so taken by you that they took you on tour with them."

Harry placed a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the door and you immediately felt your heartrate picking up as the warmth of his palm spread in your body. You just hoped that it wouldn't be too hot inside because you were already struggling here, the air somehow stuffy although a cool breeze was blowing through the city.

Soft piano music was lingering in the air as Harry opened the door, taking a step aside, so you could enter the bar. You were welcomed by indistinct mumbling combined with the tinkling jazz notes the woman by the piano produced with her elegant slender hands dancing over the keyboard.

"Over there?" you said over your shoulder, your hand gesturing to a table in the corner of the bar, and approached it once Harry had given you a nod.

The butterflies were awakened at the sight of him taking off his jacket and putting it over his chair. Tonight you noticed a ring on his pinky finger, a green emerald if your eyes weren't mistaken by the dim light.

"And?" Harry said loudly to overcast the noises from a larger group of people gathered by the counter.

"What?" you asked, frowning in confusion.

"Tell me about the concert."

"Oh right. It was amazing. Absolutely amazing. My friend and I were at the venue at like… I think like 3pm and I'm eternally grateful to her for calling in sick for the afternoon just so we could be there early. I don't think my legs are every gonna recover from standing so long, but it was amazing. And it was worth it, we were second row."

You wore a broad smile, your eyes sparkling as you told about the perfect night that had happened the day before and reached for your phone in your back pocket.

"You wanna see a picture?"

"Sure," Harry said, leaning over the table to watch the photos on your phone.

"Oh wow. You really had a great view. And – oh I see... the bass you told me about."

"Yes," you grinned proudly, turning your phone so you could take another look at the instrument of your dreams.

"It sounded soooo good, you wouldn't be able to imagine it. And to take a look at it from up close? It was more than I could pray for. And of course the band… They were magical. One of the best concerts I've ever been to, and the crowd, the vibes… I'm already missing it."

Harry watched your screen for a few more seconds before leaning back in his chair again, wrinkles around his eyes as he tapped with his fingers over the wooden surface of the table.

"I'm really glad you had a good time and everything turned out so well. Do you know how many people were there?"

"Mhmm I'm really bad at estimating stuff like that, but maybe… I don't know, like 4000 people? It wasn't a large show, but not super small either."

With trembling hands you put the phone back into your pocket. Not only because just thinking about the show from last night made you all excited and pumped with adrenaline again, but also because you almost lost it at the way Harry seemed genuinely interested in what you had been doing and were telling him right now. You felt appreciated and seen. Like this man sincerely wanted to know about you and what was going on in your life and you could honestly say that no man had ever made you feel like that.

"But what about you? Anything special that happened the last days?"

Harry thoughtfully pursed his lips, scratching his temple and crossing his legs under the table.

"I met with my brother, which was nice. But apart from that just a lot of work. Which is fine, I don't wanna complain, but I almost feel bad that this is all I can report from the last two days."

"No, don't. I don't go to a concert every week. This was special for me too."

Harry smiled at you, taking in your face and the softness around your eyes. His knee briefly brushed against your leg, making your heart skip a beat and you wondered how you would ever be able to initiate any kind of physical contact if you reacted to the briefest touch of his knee like that.

"Good. I don't wanna lie to you, I'm not the biggest party person. I like going out like this or have dinner at a restaurant or go to the movies, but my favorite nights are nights in."

"I get that. I love a solid night on the couch with a good movie and takeout food."

At this point, you were interrupted by a waiter taking your orders which consisted of two beers, but once he was gone, Harry picked up the conversation right where it had stopped.

"Noted," he smirked and you would have giggled like a teenage girl, hadn't you swallowed the sound in the last second.

"Did I mention that I have pets, by the way?" you tried to avert from your childish reaction, planting your elbows on the table.

"No, you haven't. What pets?"

"You can guess. I give you three options, but it's a bit unusual."

Harry narrowed his eyes, but nodded.

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"A: Two sand boas, B: axolotls or C: an ant colony."

You triumphantly glanced at him, watching as you could hear it rattle behind his scalp and challengingly lifting your eyebrows once Harry opened his mouth.

"I'm going for… Okay let me explain my thought process: It's not the axolotl. I don't know why, there is no explanation, but I just don't see you with one."

"Do you know me that well already, Harry Castillo?" you hissed through small eyes, but Harry just laughed it off and pointed at you.

"No, no, no. Don't you play mind tricks with me. I mean it could be the axolotl. But I don't think so for some reason. In my head you wouldn't really like them. And then… I think a sand boa is a bit more conventional, right? I think I'm saying A. Just because… I honestly really don't know why, but I pick A."

You hesitated for a moment, savouring the curious and prying look from your opposite before you slowly folded your hands in front of you.

"It's C. The ant colony."

Harry's face dropped, a fist bumping on the table as his face drew with exasperation.

"Damn it. But honestly… I'd call it a win. I said that it's not the axolotl and I was right. I just know you."

"Harry, you said A. And it was C. I wouldn't call that a win."

The two of you broke into laughter, your body vibrating until Harry chewed on his bottom lip.

"So an ant colony… That's cool. How did you come up with it?"

Before you could answer, your beers were brought to the table, your warm, sweaty hands instantly reaching for the cold glass. When the waiter was gone, you cleared your throat.

"That's actually a very good question. My family and I had a big garden growing up with lots of insects obviously. My mother loves gardening and she always specifically planted plants that are bee and butterfly friendly. My sisters and I always used to play in the garden and I don't know, maybe it's just some childhood thing, but a couple of years ago I was thinking about having a little pet in my apartment and I knew that my place would be much too small for a dog or cat so I thought why not something smaller."

"And you went for the very small ones," Harry chuckled, wrapping a hand around his glass.

"I did, yeah. But I love them. They are easy to keep, they aren't a lot of work but I still like looking at them. They might not be as cute as a dog, but in my apartment that would be animal cruelty. I wouldn't have enough time for a dog anyway."

"I get that. I love dogs too, but I would only get one if I lived in the countryside. Ants are nice though. They don't make loud noises or take up much space. Although… I haven't asked how big the terrarium is."

He watched you with acted suspicion, eliciting a scoff from you.

"Don't worry, it's not that large. There are around 400 of them. I keep them in a terrarium on a shelf in my bedroom."

You raised your glass and winked.

"What're we drinking to today?" you asked. "Please not ants."

Harry sniggered, lifting his glass as well and twisting his lips.

"Then… maybe to us?"

"Cheers," you replied, softly clinging your beer against his, your eyes locked and everything around you suddenly very unimportant.

An hour and a half later, the noises in the bar grew louder. The group by the bar was now severely drunk, producing a volume of laughter fitting their level of intoxication.

"Would you like to go?" Harry fought against the chattering, leaning over the table to get closer to your ear. "It's so loud in here and I'm afraid we're gonna lose our voices."

You gave him a short nod, looking around for a waiter, but Harry sensed what you were about to do before you could act.

"Let me, okay?" he said and put a large hand on top of yours.

"But Harry, come on, I – "

"I invited you, haven't I?" he smiled, but there was something genuinely pleadingful in his eyes that made you let out a soft laughter.

"Damn it," you made, but sank back in the chair while Harry made eye contact with a waiter.

"I'm feeling genuinely bad, Harry. You can't just invite me all of the time, I feel… I just feel bad."

"Please don't. How many times do I have to tell you? You make me happy by letting me pay the bill. And once again: I invited you and asked you on a date. So it only makes sense that I pay."

With determined and deliberate hands he grabbed the bill the waiter had left there and took out his briefcase. Fortunately, you had only been in a bar after all so the check wouldn't be too high.

Soon he was done, had left a generous tip and rose to his feet while you did the same. Leaving the bar, you felt his warm hand on your back again and this time, walking through a dense crowd, you were even more grateful for it. The cold air outside hit you like a sharp smack in the face, the air knocked out of your lungs. Goosebumps instantly spread on your naked arms and legs like a disease and Harry certainly didn't have to be a genius to notice the signs of your coldness.

"Take that," he said at once, taking off his jacket and putting it around your shoulders.

"Oh my god, thank you. But tell me if you're freezing," you replied, immediately feeling a comforting warmth travelling from your stomach through your body and to every last fingertip, but you couldn't be certain that the change was caused by the jacket and not just the mere gesture.

"No problem. I'm all good."

He turned toward you with his body, your gaze catching at his broad chest and you silently cursed yourself for being so obvious.

"I had an amazing night. Thank you," you said instead to distract him from your telling stare.

"So did I. I… Actually I wanted to know if you would like to come over to my apartment for a bit. We could have a drink and have a chat in a more quiet place if you want to. If not that's fine of course. I can also just drop you off at your place."

Your heartbeat was thundering up your throat, both excitement and the fear of saying something wrong making your head dizzy.

"No, I would love that. I would love to go to your place. Thank you."

And so it happened. Harry opened the passenger door for you, waited until you were inside, closed it and then walked around the car just like he had done two nights ago. Within the blink of an eye, he sat next to you, hands on the steering wheel, but his gaze lingering on your eyes.

"You really look pretty tonight. Not that it's an exception though."

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for everything, you are… you are the sweetest."

You didn't know where that unfamiliar boldness was coming from, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Harry gave you a wide grin and then started the car while you were getting comfortable in the passenger seat.

"You say 'thank you' too often. It's cute, you know, but you don't have to."

"Maybe I just want to be cute."

Jesus Christ, was that the alcohol speaking out of you?

You hadn't had much to drink, not more than a single glass, but you felt so… light and courgeous. You had nothing to lose and Harry had given you more than one signal during your two dates. He definitely was interested and so were you, so what were you waiting for?

"I can promise you, you don't need that to be cute. I'm more than satisfied with what I got."

His voice was low and a little raspy and frankly, it drove you insane. This was so much better than in the bar where the two of you had to scream just so you could hear one another.

"Alright then. That's all I've wanted in the first place."

With one last mischievous dart in your direction Harry activated the indicators and drove out of the parking space heading west where his apartment was located. It wasn't more than a ten minute drive and time passed so quick that you were almost surprised when Harry slowed down, looked over his shoulder and parked the car right by a very fancy looking apartment building. During the drive, the car had been filled with chatter and laughter, a flirty kind of tension still heavy in the air at all times, but now that Harry had parked the car, unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the driver's door, most of the playfulness was gone and something hot and intense was lingering around the two of you like a cloud.

A quiet 'Wow' escaped your mouth at the sight of the expensive cars parked by the building and you most certainly didn't have to be very smart to figure out what kind of neighbourhood you were visiting right now. Harry had seen your look of sheer baffle, but didn't comment it, instead unlocking the door and holding it open for you.

"Welcome, my lady."

You quietly giggled, curiously stepped inside and found yourself in front of a door with the name 'Castillo' next to the doorbell plate a minute after the two of you had walked up a few stairs.

Everything here screamed luxury, the warm walnut wood that coated the walls, radiating a soft and effortless warmth without being too obnoxious, a thick carpet floor that swallowed the sound of your heels on the ground with each step and this very specific scent in the air. It was nothing radical, nothing aggressive or stark. Just a faint, soft hint of cedar. Or was it pine? You didn't know, all you knew was that it reminded you of something woody, something that made a warm and coiling feeling of comfort gush from your heart.

"There… we go," Harry murmured as he opened the door to his apartment and once again, a sound of amasement catched in your throat.

The last thing you wanted was to make the impression that you were reducing him to his money and you most certainly didn't. It was him, his character and gentle nature that had swept you off your feet and you were sure that nothing would change that, no matter how often he would insist on paying the bill or how many times you would step into this impressive apartment of his. It was Harry you were here for. It was him you wanted to see across the table while having dinner and it was him you wanted to be led through the apartment by. And you still wanted all of these things even if the two of you were eating at a McDonalds and Harry was leading you through a rancid barn.

Nonetheless, the beauty and elegance of his apartment could not be denied. The marble floor, the spacious hallway that was stretching to a door that looked like it led to the living area and the few paintings decorating the walls were marvelous and you told Harry so.

"It's lovely, Harry."

He turned around, giving you a smile that looked almost shy and then stopped in his motion.

"You're lovely."

Your heart stopped and it wasn't just because of his words. It was his eyes that looked even more puppy-like in the subdued light of his apartment. And god he looked beautiful in his black turtleneck shirt, showing off his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

Slowly, he approached you, his eyes on you at all times and with each step he took, your legs seemed to become weaker. By the time he had reached you, you felt like you were about to faint, your head spinning and your hands playing with the hem of your skirt.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry murmured when all that was separating you from him was a few cubic centimeters of hot, steamy air.

"Yes," you breathed and then your lips finally connected and all of this tension and pressure that had accumulated over the past few hours (past few days actually) was finally released.

His lips were soft and careful at first, like he was still trying to savour the moment and not go all in immediately. Like he wanted to slowly explore you, not rush things, but enjoy every new inch of tender skin one by one. Take his time with you. He gently took your bottom lip between his, sucking and covering it with small kisses and all it took was a minute of his sweet treatment for you to start sighing.

In the meantime, Harry's hands were on your waist, palming you through your dress while yours were combing through the babyhair in his neck, twisting single strands around your fingers.

And yet, when his hands wandered down your side, touching your bare skin right where your dress ended, you stiffened up. Not because you didn't like his hands on your body and not because you had changed your mind about Harry. But his intentions were clear, his mouth hungry and demanding against yours and somehow you didn't feel ready yet. It was just… you couldn't even describe it in your head, but this thing between Harry and you was special. Beautiful and delicate, new and unfamiliar, but something that you wanted to savour to the very last drop. And not that you felt appalled by him – you had actually been drooling over him like an animal all night – but it was in that moment that you realised what you wanted was to wait. You didn't know for how long, maybe you would like to sleep with him on your next date, but you knew tonight was too fast for you. Therefore you felt yourself tense up and Harry seemed to notice it as well.

"Are you alright?" he asked against your lips, hands on your legs coming to a stop and his face withdrawing just a little bit.

"Yes. But… can we wait a little? I don't know, just… I don't feel ready for that step yet."

His expression softened and you felt a wave of relief crash upon you. You had feared, almost expected to find his first red flag because honestly, how could a man be that perfect, but he once again turned out to be understanding and caring.

"Of course," he whispered, his voice so low and gentle, your legs started to tremble. "You don't need to explain yourself. We can wait for as long as you want to."

He stepped away from you, one corner of his mouth lifting while he gestured to a door across the hallway.

"I'm sorry. I was really rude overrunning you like this, I just… I couldn't help myself."

"No, no. I enjoyed the kiss, I really did. And I – I feel drawn to you. I thought I made that obvious. I don't know, I guess I just wanna explore things slowly. Wait until it feels right and maybe tonight would just be a little too rushed for me. But that doesn't mean I'm not interested, really."

You didn't know why, but suddenly tears were swimming in your eyes. Maybe it was overload or the fear of pushing him away. What if you were sending the wrong signals and Harry wouldn't ask you on another date because he thought you had lost interest? That couldn't be further from the truth and the anxiety of having just rammed a deep gorge between the two of you made you panic, eyes big and wet with frustration about yourself. Why couldn't you just kiss him back, proceed and spend the night with him? Why couldn't you just feel ready and kiss him with the same passion and a clear head? Why had there been those doubtful thoughts swirling in your head?

"Hey," Harry suddenly made, reaching for your hand and squeezing it gently like he was afraid to hurt you.

"It's okay… It's all good, there's no need to panic," he hushed you, but you just shook your head.

"Come. Let's get you inside."

Harry slowly, yet determindely guided you into his living room and then to the couch. The cushions creaked when the two of you sank down, his worried gaze on the wetness gushing from the corners of your eyes at once.

"Listen to me okay? We're all good, aren't we? There's absolutely no reason to feel bad. Please, I don't ever want you to feel bad for not wanting something. This is important, okay? I'm so happy you told me about your boundaries and you should be really proud of yourself. You think either of us would've had a good time if we did something that you're uncomfortable with?"

His words had a good effect on you, the lump in your throat slowly dissolving and yet you weren't quite ready to accept his affectionate words yet.

"But – But I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why I wanna wait, because… because I like how things are going right now, but in that moment… I don't know, I just felt that I wasn't ready for it. Maybe… I don't know, maybe I just need a little more time. If you're willing to give me that time."

Your round eyes shyly glanced at him and you had to swallow as Harry briefly sighed before taking your hands into his.

"Oh y/n… You think that's the only reason I'm going out with you? You think that's all I'm after? I'll give you as much time as you need, hell, I don't care how much time you need, I'm doing this because I'm interested in you. I, shit, I don't want this to be too much for a third date, but I really like you. I… I can feel that there's something between us and if you're willing to go on another date with me I'd love to figure out what it is."

You exhaled again and it felt amazing. Fresh air was entering your lungs, your chest heaving heavily with the newly found freedom.

"Yes. Of course I want that. I'm really sorry for this whole drama, jesus… I didn't plan on crying, but I guess some things you just don't see coming."

"Don't apologise for that…," he murmured, briefly brushing with his thumb over your knuckles.

"But actually I'm rather concerned about the picture you have of me. I don't want you to think of me as this kind of guy who only dates for the one thing. I mean, yes, I couldn't really hold back tonight because I was just… in awe of how beautiful you look, but as I said, that's not why I asked you on this date. I want you to know that, okay? I asked you because I think you're smart and funny and interesting and I just feel comfortable around you."

You swallowed hard, but this time because his words moved you in a way that was making your throat dry.

"Thank you, Harry," you whispered, slightly moving closer to him. "I don't think of you that way. I guess I was just panicking because I thought that you might feel like I'm pushing you away. Which is the opposite of what I want. I felt like I wasn't giving enough and like I was risking it all by telling you that it was going too quickly for me. Because I thought maybe it's not going fast enough for you. But I feel comfortable around you too and I wanna get to know you better. I wanna know all about you and – and just see where this is going. Because I'm optimistic about this."

You smiled and Harry returned the most sincere and gentle smile you had ever seen. It was the kind of smile that you wished you were the first person in his life to receive.

"Is that okay?" he then said, draping an arm around your shoulders and caressing your skin.

"Yes," you replied and even slightly crouched against him until your head was resting on his shoulder.

"Good. Do you wanna drink something, by the way? Sorry, I'm a really bad host today."

You chuckled, eyes closed and your face gleaming with sheer satisfaction and peace with the moment.

"It's alright. I'm good. I would just like to stay like that for a while," you grinned, unaware of Harry's admiring gaze on your profile and perhaps it was for the better, he thought.

He didn't want to deter you with these feelings he had about you.

They were fragile and new, yet to be figured out, but already so intense that he couldn't believe this was basically your second date.

"Okay," he purred, his lips still curled into a grin long after the word had left his mouth.

[paulyenvol6]

Can you plss pls make a fic where reader stuck in a cabin during a strom with joel and then he said they need to "warm up" and he's so "cold" he could die. Clueless reader just took whatever joel gave her until she cant handle it. "Daddy, it's too much. A-are you still cold?" Joel tried so hard to hide his grin and said, "Yes, baby. You don't want daddy to die, did you?" YES I GOT THIS IDEA FROM MY WET DREAM AND YES I'M NOT ASHAMED OF IT. I believe joel miller fic with a corruption kink could get me away from depression. No pressure tho! I love your fic so much i hope you have a nice day💜

Thank youuu, I hope you have a nice day too!! I‘m absolutely in love with the idea and I can‘t wait to write something about it <3

[paulyenvol6]

One Good Reason

Based on this lovely request! I'm sorry it took me so long and I'm sorry in advance because the next two requests might take me a while too, but I'm on vacation in London right now and don't find so much time to write. Anyways, enjoy :)

Contains: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, edging, fingering, orgasm denial, creampie, punshiment, dirty talk, dumbification, clueless and subby reader, jealousy, possessiveness, degradation, crying, dom!Joel, nicknames like slut, little aftercare, gagging

Wordcount: 5,365

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Joel's jaw was tense. Too tense.

"Sit," he said, his tone commanding and cold, making you shudder. With big eyes you sat down on the couch and god these eyes were driving Joel insane.

"Joel. You said we – "

"Quiet," he hushed you and now you were officially confused.

"Joel," you tried again, your voice much more quiet and careful, but your thoughts loudly racing in your head.

Was he angry with you? Had you upset him?

"I said. Quiet."

With pouty and slightly trembling lips, you watched him, your palms resting on the couch to your left and right and your legs dangling off the edge. You found that you had no choice, but to wait for him to tell you what was going on, so you patiently watched him, but couldn't hide the light fear your face was drawn with.

Joel briefly clenched his hands into fists, rubbing over his palms before slightly spreading his legs and eyeing the way you played with your hair – looking all innocent and sweet although you were a naughty thing. A naughty thing who couldn't stop herself from getting into trouble all the time.

"A-Are you mad at me, Joel?" you eventually asked, thoughtfully furrowing your brow and chewing on your bottom lip.

"Jesus…," he groaned, closing his eyes only to straighten up and massage his temple.

"Can't get that dumb 'lil brain of yours to think for a second?"

"I – I don't know what you mean. Are you – is it 'cause I forgot the limes when I went grocery shopping? Because I already apologised and I thought – "

Joel raised his hand, glaring at you with piercing eyes, which was enough for you to shut up.

"No. You seriously have no idea? You got no fuckin' clue why I could be angry with you?"

Your eyes rounded up even more if that was possible, your lips so pouty and soft as you bit down on the inside of your cheeks.

"No… I don't think so," you stammered, helplessly searching his face as though the answer could be found in his small eyes.

"Oh you stupid 'lil thing… You can be fuckin' glad you got me 'cause I don't know how you would make it without me. Now get the fuck over 'ere."

You hesitated. Not because you didn't want to approach him or you were avoiding physical closeness, but because your brain was working so hard, your head began to throb. Images from the past days appeared before your eyes, the town meeting on Saturday, your dinner on Sunday, the game night with Maria and Tommy on Monday and the breakfast at Joey's diner as well as the stroll through the park today. You couldn't find anything suspicious and seriously wondered whether Joel was making fun of you right now. But his eyes seemed sincere, his eyes still narrowed and hard when you approached him and awkwardly stood in front of him, waiting for further instructions.

"Kneel," he barked, and you shivered. Okay, so this was definitely not him making fun of you.

"Joel, I really don't – "

He interrupted you, grabbing your hand and pulling you down on the ground himself, causing you to gasp as your knees hit the carpet.

"I recall tellin' you to shut up. You don't want this to become worse that it already is."

You were alarmed now, tears swimming in your eyes, but based on the things Joel had said so far, he wasn't in the kind of mood to let you wrap him around your little finger with a few tears and sweet words so you swallowed them. Instead, you placed your hands on your thighs, doe-eyedly glancing up to him and trying to keep as still as possible as Joel parted his legs wider to make room for you to settle in between.

"You really don't know… God, aren't you a dumb 'lil thing… If only you weren't so sweet while being all empty-headed. Useless fuckin' slut."

You swallowed hard, moving closer to his center while being so unaware of what your tiny gestures were doing to him. His throat was dry, his dick pressing up hard against his jeans and he wanted nothing more than to bend you over the counter, rip your panties and fuck you dumb. As if you weren't already.

"I don't know," you repeated, staring into space through hazy eyes. "I really don't, Joel."

"You said that already," he pressed through gritted teeth, unbuckling his belt and slowly shoving down his jeans and boxers just a little bit to take out his erect dick.

"But maybe you'll remember when you really have to. Why don't we try, babygirl? Why don't we try 'n' give your mouth somethin' to work on an' maybe it'll be enough for you pretty, dumb head to figure it out. Maybe you're just a little too calm right now. Or maybe you don't really want to make an effort."

You lifted your chin at once, almost indignantly furrowing your brow and pinching your eyebrows together.

"No. I did try. Please, Joel, just tell me. I really don't know and I – I don't know what to do to remember."

He hushed you, cupping your chin for a second or two and then taking a fistful of your hair.

"Yeah… But maybe you do in a second. Maybe you just need somethin' to remind you. Open your mouth."

You obeyed immediately, dropping your jaw and only just inhaling deeply before Joel fed you his dick, slowly sliding past your lips until he arrived in the warmth of your mouth, humming to himself in pleasure, but collecting himself quickly.

"You know what we're gonna do, little one? I'll shove that dick down your throat until I'm aaaaall the way in inside you. Then we're gonna keep it there for a moment to give you time to think and really work that brain of yours. And when I think you're ready, I'll pull out and you're gonna talk. You're gonna tell me what you did wrong and what you're gonna do different next time. And then we're gonna think about what you can do to make it up to me and please me. If you don't talk – Well, we're gonna do it over and over again until you do. Until you tell me exactly why you angered me. I mean, I want to know that you put in an effort and try to be a good girl. Not knowing why you're gettin' punished is not a good start, pumpkin."

Joel hesitated, sighing as he watched you with his head tilted. He could literally see the words fighting through your clouded mind one by one, a muscle around your eyes twitching when the content of his words really crept up on you. And god did you look pretty with your mouth full with his dick. You couldn't reply anyway, so a nod of your head was what he had to settle with, your eyes round as coins and your cheeks already flush.

Thus far, Joel had been halfway inside you, but once he had the confirmation that you had understood the rules, he jerked forward with his hips, driving his dick into your mouth until he was inside of you to the hilt. You almost instantly retched, spit leaking from the corner of your mouth and your head flinching away.

"Shhh…," Joel made, keeping his grip around your head steady to keep you from pulling away and potentially making everything worse for you. Because it was the first round, Joel relatively spared you, staying inside your throat for merely 10 seconds and then dragging himself out of your welcoming mouth.

"And?" he fizzled once his tip was brushing over your plump lips, his insides clenching at the wetness glistening on your chin, which suggested that he had fucked your face for half an hour rather than half a minute.

"I don't know," you whimpered, tangling your fingers and pleadingly staring up to him.

If only you knew what you were doing to him, Joel thought with a wry grin, trailing along your jaw line and pursing his lips at the way your eyes brightened up. But of course this wasn't to his satisfactory, which was why Joel slammed his dick back into your paradisiacal heat without even commenting your words. This time he made you suffer longer, keeping his balls pressed to your face for almost 30 seconds while giving you almost no space at all to adjust to his length stuffing your throat. His tip tingled at the back of your throat and simultaneously caused you to gag, your view blurry as your face was forced to be in this unnatural position.

When he finally released you, he rapidly slipped out of your mouth with a plop sound, a thread of spit hanging between your upper lip and his shaft. You inhaled greedily, almost choking on the fresh wave of air you forced down on your throat, but could get a grip on yourself in the last minute. Although Joel had let go of you, he instantly cradled your head again once you had caught your breath with the purpose of maintaining control and dominance over the situation and show you your place.

"I'm listenin'," he barked and blared his teeth. Your wrinkled nose almost made him melt on the spot, his heart fluttering as you thoughtfully averted your gaze and carefully shook it.

"I'm sorry. I don't – Please, just – "

You were caught off once more and could only yelp as Joel forced his shaft down your throat again.

"That's disappointing, babygirl… I honestly thought you'd do better. You wanna keep goin' like this now? Until your throat's fuckin' red and bruised? Or you're gonna put this brain to work now and really make an effort?"

You were unable to answer, hot tears coating your view and his dick muffling any noises or complains threatening to spill out of your mouth. You were trying so hard, reliving every moment from the past days, but you couldn't find anything unusual. It couldn't be too long ago, right? He wouldn't punish you now for something that had been more than a week ago, right? Joel had been much too nice for that and if you had really done something to seriously upset him a longer time ago, he wouldn't have waited until now to make you feel the consequences. You were sure he wouldn't even have been able to hide his anger.

Your hands grasped his thighs, nails scraping his skin as if it was a way to release the pain, but you only halfly succeeded. It simply was too much, his dick so deep inside your mouth that it seemed like all you felt was him. That all you could think about, perceive, smell and taste was him and his indistinct scent. This time Joel kept you flush against his center for almost a minute, but to you it felt like ten times the amount of time. You could breathe through your nose, your nostrils flared to force more air down your lungs, but you had to cough every few seconds and felt your stomach thrum with the need to throw up. When he pulled back, you blinked, teary eyes fluttering and your lips swollen from the assault. Joel didn't even have to ask you. He just lifted an eyebrow, cupping your chin and tightening his hand at your attempt to escape him.

"You ain't done here yet, babygirl. You're goin' right back to work unless you have something to say."

He lightly squeezed your cheeks. "Do you?"

"P-Please," you whined, simply ignoring the mess of a combination of liquids that made your cheeks sticky and glitty and only seemed to increase as time passed.

"I don't know. Please, tell me, Joel, I'm sorry. I tried, I tried to remember b-but I – I don't. I just wanna be good for you a-and I love you and I don't wanna make you mad."

Joel had to supress a genuine smile. Not because he was anywhere close to being done with you, but because you sincerely were the most stunning, adorable and sweet creature he had ever seen. The big deer eyes, the way you couldn't keep them open at times, the trembling bottom lip you tried to get under control by biting down on it, the strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You were a mess, but a beautiful, pretty mess that Joel couldn't get enough of. That made a part of him want to lift you in the air, push you up against his chest and hold you until your crying had stopped. Just run a hand up and down your back and get lost in your sweet, adorable nature. But of course he wouldn't because you had something to apologise for and as long as he didn't hear those words out of your mouth he wouldn't stop.

That was why he shook his head in disapproval, tracing your jawline and then pulling at your lower lip to make it snap back.

"It's too late for that, hon. Open your mouth."

You sniffed and gulped in order to fight the soreness in your throat, but once his tip went past your lips you immediately felt the same stinging ache in the back of your throat again.

"Shhh…," he purred, gripping your hair tightly and tugging when you squirmed too hard.

"Take it. Take it or tell me what I wanna hear."

Tears were clouding your view, making your eyes feel swollen and puffy. Your whole body was on fire, arousal pooling between your legs just like sweat was covering your thighs and back. It was a strange and odd mixture of discomfort that was borderning on pain from time to time and sheer and intense pleasure. Please that made you want to be good for him so badly, so he would finally make love to you in a way you knew you didn't deserve right now. If only you knew why.

You gulped and retched, grabbing his legs to ground yourself and Joel didn't seem to have a problem with it as of now.

"C'mon…," he growled, head thrown back and lips red from the way he chewed on them.

"10 more seconds."

You didn't know how, but you managed to push through it. By the time Joel withdrew, you felt the need to cough and fortunately he let go of you for a moment so you could turn away from him, clear your throat and wipe over your eyes with the back of your hand.

"C'mere," he snarled after a minute, taking hold of a fistful of your hair and pushing your head against his inner thigh.

"Nothin'?" he simply whispered, raising his eyebrows and giving you this look of disgust and pity and somehow it was hurting more than anything he had done before.

"Alright. Gonna try somethin' different," Joel suddenly sighed. Your eyes shot up, widening in hope as he twisted his lips and rose to his feet while still keeping your head still by your hair.

"Get up. An' then take your clothes off and sit down on the couch."

These were rather promising prospects, so you weren't hesistant when you quickly stumbled to your feet, legs wobbly and weak under your weight and your sore knees hurting at the new posture. You cursed your slightly shivering hands as you pulled down your shorts, your clumsy fingers struggling with the zipper, but after you had tossed your clothes on a chair you felt the most confident and strong you had tonight. You sat down with a bubbling coiling heat in your stomach, thighs pressing together and your palms hurting from the way you buried your nails into your skin.

"Sit against the armrest. Legs spread," were his next instructions and just as you had obeyed him, getting comfortable on your bare ass, Joel appeared before your eyes. You desperately searched his face for any sign that he had softened up, that his punishment might perhaps even be over now, but there was nothing. His jaw was flexed, a vein prominent on his neck and a crease between his eyebrows.

"I swear, Joel, I really don't know what I did wrong," you assured him once again, blinking to prevent yourself from crying.

"Shut up. You're not enhancing your chances by talkin' all the fuckin' time. Givin' me those sweet doll eyes is your best shot, babygirl. So look at me. C'mon."

You wrinkled your nose which elicited a heavy exhalation from him and then gasped as Joel took hold of your ankles, adjusting your sprawled out body on the couch. Then he climbed on top of you, settling between your legs and letting his eyes wander from your legs up to your face until his gaze lingered on your bare pussy. You shouldn't feel embarrassed considering that Joel had seen you naked a million times already, but under these circumstances, you feeling so vulnerable in comparison to his dominant and intimidating appearance, you couldn't help but blush under his flashing pupils.

"Pretty," he whispered, vaguely cupping your pussy, but his words had taken you out so much, that you merely noticed it.

"Too pretty for such a dumb thing. Too sweet 'n' adorable for such a stupid 'lil head. What am I gonna do with you, huh?"

Joel didn't look like he was expecting an answer, which was why you simply kept eye contact although your eyes were watering again, pursing your lips and audibly swallowing.

"I feel like I should tie ya to the bed, stuff you with a toy 'n' then leave you there until you've learned your lesson. Or until you work that pretty brain and remember what you done wrong." He leaned in so his breath was brushing over your temple.

"But call me weak or – or frail, but I won't be able to leave this fuckin' pussy alone."

You whined out as he began rocking his palm against your clit, the corner of his mouth twitching at your facial reactions.

"Yeah. Gimme those sweet eyes. Show me how sweet you can be for me."

Joel gently parted your legs wider, lowly growling as your breathing became heavier. Two fingertips prodded your hole, circling it at a pace that you would consider cruel and sliding his palm back and forth. In less than a minute the two fingers made their way inside your cunt, slowly and carefully as if Joel was scared to hurt you, entering you.

"Joel," you whimpered, close to tears again, although you couldn't quite grasp the source of it. "I'm sorry, I – I wanna be good. I just… I just don't know what…"

He hushed you with a single finger pressing down on your upper lip and then applied more pressure on your throbbing clit.

"I said shut up. Or do you wanna make me angrier? You're not in a good position here right now if you haven't notice already. You made me mad, couldn't remember why and didn't even figure it out while I punished you. I coulda made you suck my dick all night, but I didn't 'cause I had pity with you and now there's one fuckin' thing I expect from you, you dirty slut. And you can't even do that."

A sob went through your body, your hands clenching and your brows pinching as the effects of his words took over. You just wanted to cry. You had disappointed him so badly and felt so helpless here, your head throbbing from the way you so strenuously concentrated on the events of the past days, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no progress. No idea, no suspicion and although part of you definitely couldn't think straight from the way Joel rubbed his hand against your core, you still couldn't believe that Joel was so angry while you had no hunch at all.

A little later, you wouldn't have been able to say if it was 5 minutes or 50 minutes, the first signs of an orgasm approached you, drops of sweat rolling down the inside of your thighs a warm, stouthearted pressure pulsing in your lower belly. By now his two digits were buried inside of you to the hilt, curled and determined as they repeatedly hit the soft, spongy spot hidden deep inside you. It felt so good, you wanted to scream and shout for him to go harder and stop him at the same time because something about his mood made you fear what was going to happen. He still seemed much too angry to just drop the whole thing so he surely wouldn't just let you cum like this and then send you to bed…?

Your suspicion was soon to be confirmed. A slight clench of your pussy and the way your eyes squeezed shut were all it took for Joel to stop. His hand was still resting on your center, but it didn't move any longer and his reaction to the rolling of your hips to create the much needed friction was a firm hand holding you down.

"Joel, please. Please, don't. I just – " He slightly withdrew, your hips frustratingly grinding against nothing.

"Say what you did wrong, babygirl," he whispered, sounding almost… amused? At least there was a light tinkle in his tone while he darted down at you, thoughtfully curling his lips.

"I can't, Joel, you know that I can't. I'm sorry. Please."

"And I don't think you've tried hard enough."

What were you supposed to do?

You believed that you couldn't go any further, that there was nothing left for you to try to satisfy him. He was so determined in his actions, so convinced of the fact that all he had to do for you to speak the truth was push you further, but what if you couldn't? What if Joel would never be satisfied and be mad about you forever? Okay, that might be an exaggeration, you had to admit, yet new tears welled in your eyes at the mere thought of it.

Before you could finish the thought, Joel continued rocking his palm against your clit, your legs involuntarily pressing together and your pussy eagerly throbbing for the return of his fingers.

"S'a bit disappoin', isn't it? I knew you tend to get all cock-drunk on me whenever I just take a look at that pussy but this really is a new level, hon. An' your sweet eyes and that pout don't change anythin', baby. They might be nice for me to look at, but don't think for a second that they're gonna help you get out of your punishment."

In a record breakingly short amount of time, you were dangling dangerously close to the edge of a orgasm you were yearning for so badly again. Joel's two fingers were penetrating you, his lips occasionally leaning in to kiss you on your cheek or neck and his palm rough and fast as it stimulated your clit. You were a trembling mess underneath him, sweat sticky on top of your thighs and your nipples stiff.

"Please," you soon whispered, equally scared that Joel was going to stop and that he would be mad if you didn't tell him that you were close.

"What. Give me one good reason why you deserve to cum."

Suddenly something shifted in his face. His eyes were briefly flashing, pervaded by a dark glimmering light and his jaw was clenched, his mouth nothing more than a thin line. Before you were able to reply, you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach, your hands reaching for the armrest to hold on to something as Joel parted your ass cheeks.

"Maybe this'll work on you… Maybe you just need a dick to destroy that 'lil cunt o'yours in order for you to remember how to use that mouth to talk."

Your fingers grasped a pillow, squeezing tightly as you prepared yourself for the slight inevitable stretch, but when he slid in, there was no trace of discomfort. Joel was thick and he certainly didn't go slow, but you were so drenched that there was no restriction at all.

"Next time it'll be your fuckin' ass. I'll fuck that tight hole of yours and maybe through your cryin' you'll tell me your apologies in a way that's gonna make me content. And now you're 'lil cunt better squeeze me tightly or I'll have to put my attention elsewhere. And there's no fuckin' way you'll cum tonight, so you better not even try. I don't care about your sweet whines 'n' pleas. I'm fuckin' serious."

He grunted and bottomed out, filling you to the hilt and starting to pound you at a steady pace. He wasn't even able to hide his fury in the way he was fucking you, his balls slapping against your cunt and producing obscene smacking noises and his tip hitting your cervix whereas he usually was so careful with not going too deep and possible hurting you.

"J-Joel," you whimpered, reaching behind you not because he was seriously causing you pain, but because you craved his presence so much. You just wanted him to hold your hand and brush over your knuckles and the fact that you wouldn't be getting it until you remembered this damn thing you had done wrong made you want to cry out.

"Shut up. M'gonna cum inside of you now 'cause I don't know what else to do with ya so you stop actin' like a dumb 'lil puppy an' then we'll go to bed and you rest that head of yours. Now look at me and keep those eyes open. I know you can be such a pretty puppy for me if you try hard enough. So get over it 'n' at least try to be good."

Joel spanked your butt once, his nostrils wide and his breath hitching as you looked over your shoulder and initiated eye contact.

"I wanna be good," you whispered, gasping at his forceful thrusts.

"Yeah you do?" he asked and grabbed a thick strand of your hair.

"Show me then. You're gonna keep still 'n' stop complainin' and lemme fill that pussy 'til my cum runs down your thighs. C'mon, babygirl. Lemme feel how bad she needs me," he growled and groaned as he stopped inside of you for a moment, pushing you up the couch and changing the angle so he could go as deep as possible.

"I'm gonna cum, Joel. Please. I really need to," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes close and praying for him to be mercyful. You had suffered for long enough and if only Joel saw it the same way…

"No. You're not gonna cum. You messed that up earlier in the fuckin' park and then you did it over and over again. Not bein' able to tell me what you did wrong, cryin' and moanin' 'cause you didn't get what you wanted but you didn't make an effort either."

Your thoughts were racing, your mind so absent that you even forgot about his punishing pace for a moment. The park…? Joel must have sensed the way it worked behind your forehead because he tightened his grip in your hair and pushed you into the cushion.

"Yeah, that's right. The fuckin' park… If you had used your brains for a second you wouldn't have talked to the guy like that."

"What guy?" it broke out of you, your eyebrows tense as you peeked over your shoulder.

"The guy that clearly wanted to fuck you. An' you acted like you didn't want anything more in your life."

Slowly the puzzle pieces assembled in your head and a picture started to form. Yet, once started, Joel didn't stop.

"The guy that fuckin' dropped his book just so you would bend over 'n' pick it up and he could get a good look at your ass. And you? You were playin' alone and gave him these stupid fuck-me eyes that only I am supposed to see. You behaved like you were just waitin' for him to rip your clothes off and it was goddamn disgusting babygirl."

You gulped and suddenly felt more than bad. Yes, it made so much sense now. How quiet Joel had been on the way back to the house and if you thought about it now, yes, the guy in the park had been very friendly. Too friendly, perhaps.

"Joel, I – " you started, but were interrupted soon.

"No. It wasn't that hard to come up with this, was it? An' you're tellin' me you couldn't think of this yourself?"

"I'm sorry. I really am, I didn't – I didn't think he was interested in me like that, I swear," you choked between his thrusts, your mouth struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"I thought he was just trying to be nice. He was. He was kind and – and I didn't question it."

"I know you didn't," Joel replied and rolled his hips a few times as he was inside of you, making you really feel him with every fibre of your body.

"That's why you're in this position right now. Arch your back," he added and pressed down on the small of your back.

"I'm gonna cum, babygirl. Deep inside of your pussy the way only I can. Not some guy in a park who probably has never seen a naked woman before. I'm the only one who gets to fuck this useless hole and fill you up with my cum. Understood?"

As quickly as possible, you nodded and stretched yourself toward him ever more.

"Yes, Joel. I only want you. No one else."

Apparently, this was all it took for Joel to release with a deep growl and despite not reaching your high yourself, you felt your view get cloudy at the feeling of his sticky, warm seed coating your walls.

"Oh jesus… Oh fuck, yeah, that's it… Oh fuck… Take it all, c'mon. Don't wanna see anythin' drippin' down your legs."

He pushed into you a few more times before gently stroking up the side of your body, briefly tracing the side of your breasts.

"Good girl. Good fuckin' girl, m'proud of you."

You almost flinched at his words, your eyes frantically dancing as you stared into space and wondered whether he was genuine. Your eventual response was a muffled and broken whine that made Joel sigh.

"Lemme take a look at ya," he whispered, his tone low and soft and slipped his flaccid dick out of you only to grab you by your hips and turn you on your back.

"S'okay, babygirl…," he purred, hushing you as you sniffled a couple of times and brought a finger to your lips.

"It's okay. You took your punishment well. An' I think you got my point, didn't you?"

"Yes. I did, I'm sorry. I understand why – why you had to do it."

Joel smiled in satisfaction, lazily caressing the skin of your hips and bicep and smirking at the way you were barely able to keep your eyes open.

"Think you need some rest now, hon. Sleep if you want to. And I will make you feel good in the mornin'. Everythin' will be alright… I'll take care of ya 'cause you were good and behaved and now you deserve to cum too. Just wait until the mornin', we both need some sleep, okay? Is that okay for my princess?"

Princess.

Your heart fluttered and clenched at the nickname, your eyes big as you pleadingly stared up to him.

"Yes. I'm really tired," you confirmed and then grinned as Joel rolled off you to lay right next to you on the couch.

"Then sleep. I'll be right there next to you and if it's gonna be uncomfortable later, I'll carry you to bed. Just relax, sweetheart."

You exhaled, your breathing becoming steadily louder and more audible as you drifted off to sleep.

A quiet 'I love you' was the last thing you perceived before you felt yourself slipping away, body and mind finally utterly at peace again.

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Hi! Harry Castillo x reader where she’s in her late 20s and they’re both unsure about the age gap despite lucy setting them up but realize they end up falling in love and don’t care about the gap?

Thank you!!

Yesss, absolutely, we love an age gap Harry Castillo x reader setup

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Hi!! Can I have a Harry Castillo x reader where he meets them instead of Lucy? They go out a few times and when he invites the reader to his apartment and initiates sex, reader asks if they wait until they’re ready and it’s just comfort fluff from there? Thank you!!

Of course, I love the idea! It might take me a while because I‘m going on vacation for a couple of days now but I‘m definitely going to write it :)

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To Lose Yourself (Chapter 10)

Contains: fighting, manipulation, mentions of smut

Wordcount: 4,722

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Anissa closed her eyes, the wind making the baby hair in her neck flutter and right now she whole-heartedly welcomed the fresh breeze that was the perfect coolness on a hot day like this.

She was at peace.

She felt… content with the world.

After Daemon had left two hours ago, Anissa had given in and followed his recommendation by getting half an hour of rest and although she hadn't been able to drift off to sleep, she had felt a lot more energetic when she had risen to her feet again.

Then Anissa had tidied up the room, re-organising her dresses and gowns and finally had a delayed breakfast. Now her stomach was full, a lazy drowsiness making her lids heavy, but in the best way. The city looked dreamy from up here and she spent a long time observing the capital from this new angle, watching beautiful buildings from different perspectives than the ones she was used to from her chambers and seeing completely unfamiliar spots.

Anissa had always loved to go into the city even though her overprotective father had rarely allowed her to set foot outside the gates of the red keep, let alone agree to let her stroll around the town on her own, which had always been her dream. The city and its people brought excitement and noise and sometimes she felt like the quietness and calmness of the castle sucked her deeper and deeper into a very dark and very depressing hole that became harder to escape from the longer she waited.

She just prayed that Daemon would grant her more freedom in this area and perhaps even accompany her on an exploration through the hustle and bustle down there. The people looked like little ants going about their business and Anissa would have given everything to be part of it. See the happenings from a whole new perspective, spend the afternoon and night in various inns where she could meet all sorts of interesting people with different professions and different histories… As much as she enjoyed the comforts of the red keep, everything seemed so plain and colourless at times. She knew this place so well and would probably be able to walk around it wearing a blindfold and after 20 years Anissa yearned for something she hadn't seen a thousand times before.

Suddenly the door sprang open and the fact that the person hadn't knocked could only mean it was the either the person who lived in these chambers with her or…

"Ani," a voice way too high for Daemon's echoed against the walls and Anissa turned around with a soft smile.

"Sister. Good to see you."

The first thing she noted was the concerned crease between Alicent's brows and so she walked towards her with, the reassuring nod with her head hopefully calming her.

"How are you?" Alicent breathed.

"I'm good. Very good, actually," her younger sister stated and grabbed her clenched fists in order to make her loosen up.

"No need to worry."

"Oh gods be good," she sighed and pulled her in for a firm hug.

"Alicent, I'm fine," Anissa said again and grabbed her shoulders to make her look at her. She had expected the worried expression to fade away, but it only seemed to deepen as Alicent looked her up and down.

"Ani…," she whispered and brushed a lock behind her ear. "I'm so sorry about all of this, really."

Now it was Anissa who frowned and slowly, yet determindely pushed her sister's hand away.

"Why are you acting this way? I told you I'm fine."

Alicent's shoulders dropped and although her sister had taken a step back she forced her into another hug, her hand cradling the back of her head.

"Alicent!" Anissa hissed sharply but she held her tightly.

"You don't have to pretend. I know that all of this is hard for you and whatever I can do to make it easier for you… I'll do it, I promise."

This was too much for Anissa and she forcefully drew away, flashing her deep brown eyes at her as she took on a defensive position.

"What in the seven hells is going on? Can't you listen to me? I told you that I'm fine and I… I actually have been enjoying Daemon's company."

Pure sadness spread on Alicent's face and her hands involuntarily reached towards her without touching her though.

"Perhaps you have… But that doesn't change anything about the fact that he is a dangerous man. And you know that. And you don't have to talk yourself into believing otherwise now that you're married to him. I know that this might be an easier way to deal with this mess, but you most certainly don't have to lie to me."

A high and cold laugh burst out of Anissa and she rubbed over the lower half of her face.

"Wow… Wasn't it you who told me the last few days that things surely wouldn't turn out so badly and that it might not be so bad and everything… And now I'm here telling you that things actually aren't so bad and you don't want to accept it?"

Anissa looked to the ceiling in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I'm just trying to help you. I just want you to feel comfortable and – and safe in my presence," Alicent insisted, her voice louder now as well.

"And I see you're doing an incredible job," her sister hissed, her eyes small and angry as they seemed to spit fire at her.

"Ani, I didn't mean to… I – I just… I thought you needed the comfort…"

"Get out."

The words were sharp as knives, cutting into her own heart just like they surely did in her sister's. There was a heartbeat of silence before Alicent dared one last try.

"Ani…"

"No. I really don't need this right now."

Anissa waited with closed eyes. She waited while she heard feet dragging over the floor and then waited for the door to slam shut. Only then did she allow one or two tears to run down her cheeks. She was angry, so incredibly furious and couldn't even exactly figure out why.

Why didn't she just believe her?

It was the truth, Anissa felt… good. She had had a beautiful wedding night and a beautiful morning and now Alicent wanted to tell her how she was supposed to feel? She bumped her fist on the table which made the cups vibrate and then aimlessly walked around the room. She was just about to hit something else when the door opened again and Anissa was almost about to shout an angry reply when she realised that the steps were way too heavy and slow for her sister. An involuntary smile creeped up on her face that didn't fit her current mood at all but she couldn't help it.

"Daemon," Anissa said and approached him to kiss his cheek. Although her greeting was calm and kind the prince seemed to notice a shift in her behaviour because he took her face in his hands holding her a few inches away and running his eyes over her tense features.

"You look troubled, my love. Did something happen while I was gone?"

"Just an encounter with my sister," Anissa shrugged but a corner of her mouth lifted when Daemon brushed over her temple.

"What kind of encounter?" he wanted to know, eyes mischievously glistening because of her reaction.

"She made me angry. With what she said."

Once the words were out, she had to giggle as her husband had stroked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You don't look angry," Daemon whispered close to her head which only worsened it and her body vibrated with laughter.

"Of course I don't look angry because you're making me laugh," Anissa giggled and wanted to poke him in the side but the prince was faster, taking hold of her wrists and playfully biting into the skin while watching her under his lashes.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, she was really mean. But you're teasing me and I can't be serious because of you."

A crooked smirk lingered on his lips and before Anissa could accuse him of another crime, he had kissed her brow and then pulled her to the bed with him by her hand. Daemon sat down on the edge, gestured her to sit on his lap and brought his hands to her waist, squeezing softly, but first and foremost steadying her and encouraging her.

"What happened. What did she say?"

Anissa chewed on her bottom lip.

"She asked me how I was."

Her voice was quiet but pouty, her arms crossed in front of her body.

"And I told her the truth. That…" – another smile she cursed herself for – "That I was fine. That I'm happy. But she was… you know, she was picking you apart. Telling me how awful of a human being you are and acting like there is no way I could actually be happy with you as my husband."

At the start it had felt strange to talk about Alicent's hatred for Daemon in front of him so therefore she had stumbled over her own words a couple of times and had needed a few attempts to bring them out but now it had been surprisingly… good. Freeing.

"Oh yeah?" Daemon whispered, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes. And it made me mad because she acted like I was lying to her or like I didn't know better and she didn't take my words seriously."

Her lips formed a pout and she now placed her hands on his shoulders.

"I understand."

"You do?" Anissa scoffed and the prince lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes. I get that it bothered you. I think your sister just… she hasn't adjusted to this yet. And she hates me and can't accept that I'm part of your life now."

Daemon tilted his head, his forehead furrowed and his fingers drawing small circles over her waist.

"I haven't adjusted either."

"But do you hate me?"

Anissa bit her lip to hide the smile and swang her head from side to side. "Sometimes."

"Oh, I see," he growled and stole a little kiss from her lips.

"I hate you when you tease me… and make me beg for it…"

Daemon exhaled, his clenched jaw evidence enough of the fact that her words were turning him on.

"Yeah but I only do that when you deserve it."

Anissa frowned and pinched his bicep which evoked another growl in him. "That's not true. I don't deserve it most of the time."

"Maybe we can settle on most of the time," Daemon smirked but then squeezed her waist gesturing her to rise from his lap.

"What are you doing?" she sulked, her fingers burying into his flesh to hold on to him.

"Preventing myself from showing up at my brother's feast with a bulge in my pants."

Her eyebrows drew together, confusion spreading across her face.

"What feast?"

"His nameday?"

He had lifted his brows and now crossed his legs as Anissa had climbed off his lap.

"Why do I not know about this?"

"I don't fucking know… All I know is that I can't wait to see your father's face when I show you off," he growled with a wry smile and she involuntarily had to smile as well.

"Yeah? Would you like that, my love?" he teased and chuckled watching her strut to the nightstand to reach for a book.

"Maybe. But now I'm gonna read."

She sighed loudly, her shoulders dropping while she pretended to think.

"I don't have a choice, you know? I would've liked to spend some time with my husband but he has just pushed me off his lap…"

Daemon shook his head. "Just wait for what I'm gonna do to you later, you nasty little beast."

Anissa bit her lip at his filthy words but then actually, although she would have prefered a different sort of activity, read the pages of her book.

The lights were gleaming brightly, throwing shadows over the high walls and ceiling and Anissa was once again in awe of the magic the servants had created. They had hung golden candelabras to the wall that radiated a beautiful warm light that reminded of dragonfire and garlands of deep red peonies wound around the columns that coincidentally fit the scarlet of her dress.

Her handmaidens had chosen a red velvet gown for her today that was embroidered with golden embellishments at the hem and collar and flowed down her body despite the thick and stiff fabric. It revealed her collarbones and a bit of her cleavage that was adorned with a golden necklace her aunt had once gifted her. It had a rubin pendant so Anissa had found that there was no better occasion to wear it than tonight with her bright scarlet gown.

Her maidens had put up the front part of her hair so it wouldn't fall in her face all the time but in the back her thick brown hair streamed down like waves that moved and danced while she strut down the corridor. In addition to that, she wore a beautiful glowing golden hair clip that reflected the warm light from the lanterns in the most glorious way. To put it shortly, Daemon's infinite amounts of compliments wouldn't have been necessary for her to feel beautiful.

Speaking of, the prince was right beside her, his arm there to guide her so Anissa could watch the decorations with her full attention.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she whispered and gently poked him in the side.

"Indeed. It has to be for the king's name day. You think anyone ever did something like this for me? From the moment I set foot on this fucking world, the servants already knew, second-born, ahhh no. He's going to get the normal treatment."

Anissa couldn't supress a laugh and pressed her hand to her mouth so that no one would see her inappropriate outbreak. Daemon on the other hand smirked at her profile and then tightened his grip on her arm as he led her to their seats at the high table right next to the king.

Viserys sat enthroned, his gaze lingering on all the guests who chattered and laughed, one by one approaching the king to speak their congratulations. Soon it was Daemon and Anissa who pushed themselves through the crowd to head to the king who opened his arms once he saw the couple.

"Brother… Lady Anissa, how lovely to see you. I do hope you had a good first day as husband and wife?"

They both nodded and bowed in front of Viserys before Daemon raised his voice.

"We did. Congratulations, brother."

"Thank you, Daemon. Sit down, eat and drink and dance. Tonight is a night to feast and laugh."

He chuckled and grinned which Anissa returned before she felt her husband gently pull her with him to their seats. Once there, they sank to their chairs and Daemon instantly poured himself a cup of wine which made her lift an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked watching her through narrowed eyes, his nail scratching over the edge of the cup.

"Nothing," Anissa shrugged but the prince wanted to know the truth of it so he leaned toward her and put a hand on her thigh.

"What?"

She sighed and then tried to make herself look as unbothered as possible as she spoke her next words.

"I just hope that you're aware that… that you have to perform a duty later," Anissa whispered regarding the deep scarlet wine that was exactly the same tone as her cheeks were turning to right now, only that Daemon wasn't quite sure if she actually was embarrassed or simply excited at the mere thought of what he had promised her for later.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned and she eagerly nodded. "So what kind of duty are we speaking of then?"

"You want me to spell it out?" Anissa hissed, not at all impressed with his cunning nature.

"Oh seven hells, I do," Daemon growled, but before she could open her mouth his lips were brushing over her ear, his hot breath sending a warm shiver down her spine.

"But not here. I wanna hear it when I have you pinned down underneath me, little one."

She bit her lip, literally feeling the blood in her veins start to pump, but she had to control herself now. Hadn't she started it though? Anissa chuckled lowly and then briefly trailed with her thumb along his sharp jawline.

"My point was just that you shouldn't drink too much, you know?"

Daemon's teeth sank down on his bottom lip as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and looking the most relaxed.

"Yes. I know."

"What?" Anissa giggled shrugging her shoulders before relaxing in her chair as well.

"I have a question," she then continued, watching her husband through narrow eyes.

"Go on."

"Can you take me on a flight on Caraxes? I've always dreamt of being on dragon's back and when I was younger I even wanted to ask you to take me with you but my father forbade it."

Her eyes flashed for a brief moment before she raised her chin, pleadingly staring into Daemon's eyes that were surprisingly soft after the mention of Otto.

"Of course. I can take you whenever you want."

"Really?" she said, her lips curled into a broad smile and her hands gripping his thigh.

"Oh I always wanted to see the city from above. All the houses and the great sept and the keep of course…"

She was silent for a minute before raising her gaze almost like she was nervous about what she was about to say.

"Daemon?"

The addressed chuckled, vibrations going through his body, but he encourageningly nodded.

"What is it?"

Anissa chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"Would you also take me to the city? I can rarely go because father thinks it is unsafe, and… I just – every time I got I always have the most wonderful time there. Would you… Would you take me some time?"

The prince's lips formed a pout and he had to fight the urge to give her a wide smile. Wasn't she such a sweet thing? Asking him to take her to the city… She could ask him to take her to Pentos or perhaps even the end of the world and Daemon would comply without the blink of an eye.

"I'll take you anywhere you want, sweetling," he whispered once he had leaned towards her. He found that his words were already worth it when he spotted the sparkle in her eyes and then she intertwined her fingers.

"Thank you. Oh seven hells, I – I… you know, I've lived in my chambers since I was born and sometimes I was so bored all day that I spent hours looking through my window. I don't know, it was the most exciting thing there was and perhaps this is the reason for my admiration for the city."

Daemon wanted to open his mouth to answer, but before he had the chance to Viserys had raised his voice to greet his guests. It was a boring speech and a single glance at Anissa told him that she didn't feel any differently and so when his brother was finally done, he rolled his eyes, trying to think what he had been about to say.

"Where were we?" he hummed, grabbing her hand with which she had searched for his while she ran her eyes over the crowd.

"The city," Anissa replied, but still didn't look at him.

"Is something wrong?" Daemon wondered, trying to follow his wife's gaze.

"No…," she murmured but seemed far away.

"Anissa?"

She had spotted her sister on the other side of the room talking to a lord that looked like he was complimenting her and Anissa involuntarily had to think about all of her jests about courtlife and finding a husband. Her last conversation about that couldn't have been more than one or two weeks ago and to think about how much her life had changed since then made her head throb. And then there was a little sting in her heart as well. Usually Anissa would have gone to Alicent afterwards, ask her all about the lord she was talking to right now, perhaps laugh about his big ears or his rotten teeth and tease her sister until she would poke her in the side and tell her to behave.

It hurt.

Of course it hurt. The fight was still in the back of her mind and her anger had been real and authentic but right now as so many memories that seemed to be a lifetime ago came to the surface, a part of her wished to go to down to her and have Alicent take her into her arms.

"Is it your sister?" Daemon now asked her, squeezing her hand once to get her attention.

"Are you still angry with her?"

"Yes," Anissa whispered. She didn't know why she was lying. She didn't know why she felt reluctant to tell Daemon that she missed her sister but once the words were out she didn't feel like correcting herself. She didn't have any time to think about it anyway because her husband gently pulled at her hand while rising from his chair.

"What about a dance to distract you then?"

Anissa tilted her face like she was thinking about it, but then her dimples appeared and she eagerly jumped to her feet.

"Yes. Come on."

Half an hour later the smile was heartfelt and glued to Anissa's face as Daemon swirled her around over and over again until her cheeks were flushed and her forehead covered with drops of sweat that reflected the light of the lanterns. She relentlessly wiped the back of her hand over her skin, breathing heavily and sighing in relief when she realised the next song was a calm dance.

"I didn't know you were such a passionate dancer," Anissa smirked.

"Well. With the right person…"

They smiled at each other when she suddenly made out a familiar person behind Daemon and blinked a few times. Alicent was standing in the middle of the dance area and seemed to be headed towards the couple. The smile on her face faded which Daemon obviously noticed and he lifted an eyebrow.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded, but lowered her hand on his shoulder, staring at her sister who now stood next to the prince who finally understood why Anissa's mood had shifted.

"Anissa," her sister said before either of the newly wed couple could bring out a word.

"Yes," she stiffly answered although her eyes nervously fluttered.

"Can we talk for a second. I… I wish to apologize."

A possessive hand had wrapped around her waist, but gripped by the need to make things right with Alicent, who had enraged her so much, but still was and would always be one of the most important people in her life, she soothingly ran a hand over Daemon's and nodded.

"It's fine. I'll be right back, okay?"

The addressed gave her a gracious nod, but his eyes were suspicious while he watched his wife move away from the center of the hall, closely followed by Alicent. With swift steps she walked towards the big gate, leaving the throne room to find a more quiet spot and then turned around once they were in the corridor that was dimly lit by a couple of torches.

"What is it, sister? You've come to apologize?"

Anissa crossed her arms in front of her chest, but couldn't quite hide the fact that she had already forgiven her.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I was clouded by concern and perhaps I had already made up my mind before speaking with you. I do not distrust your opinions on this matter and I am eager to learn what you have to say. Just… please forgive me. I want you to know that you can trust me no matter what it is you wish to talk to me about. Whether it is pain and sadness or joy and pleasure."

Anissa nodded in relief, inhaling deeply before taking her sister's hand.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. And I forgive you. Mayhaps… mayhaps I was too dramatic and exaggerated."

The sisters gave each other a faint smile and Anissa was filled with happiness about the fact that they had been able to solve this stupid fight that quickly.

"I can listen now, you know?" Alicent smirked, brushing with her thumb over her sister's knuckles.

"I would love to tell you, but… maybe tomorrow? I would like to enjoy the feast with Daemon before it gets too late."

"Yes. I understand. I have things to do, too," Alicent replied, her face drawing with disgust.

"What are you speaking of?"

"Father told me I was to talk to some lords tonight. No, he put it differently. He said, 'I ought to present myself desireable for any lord's attention tonight'. He said if I don't find myself someone suitable in the next few months he is going to choose for me."

She dropped her head, staring down to where she rubbed the tips of her feet together and then shrugged.

"I thought I'm going to give it a chance tonight. But nothing really… I don't know, I just don't have a good time dancing and chatting with all those lords. I have a better time speaking with you…" Anissa sighed and pulled her big sister in a firm embrace.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I know that it must be hard for you."

Alicent closed her eyes and stroke her back.

"No, I'm going to stop complaining now. I don't want to burden you who had it so much harder than me…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Anissa asked, drawing back and watching her sister through narrowed eyes. "I thought we just talked about it. I am happy, sister. I'm happy with Daemon."

Alicent bit down on her lip, drawing her eyebrows together.

"Yes… I know, I… I just thought that the way it all came together… It wasn't ideal, was it?"

Anissa exhaled, shaking her head a few times but then grabbing her arm.

"Let's just drop it, okay? I don't want to start another fight now."

"Alright, let's just… Should we get back inside?"

The girl swallowed hard and then nodded, taking the lead again as the sisters walked back into the throne room where Anissa's eyes instantly met with Daemon's. He had sat down at the table again and rose to his feet once he saw the two girls approaching.

"Lady Alicent," he smugly said and then pulled his wife flush towards him, a hand immediately reaching for her hips.

"My prince," she politely greeted him although her mouth was in a thin line.

"I will… I will go to father now, Anissa. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Her sister nodded, giving her a faint smile to let her know that she wasn't really angry and then turned to Daemon once Alicent was gone. The curl of her lips immediately intensed, her face lighting up as his grip around her tightened and the butterflies in her stomach danced a happy dance now that she felt his warmth again.

"Hi," she grinned closing her eyes to inhale his familiar scent.

"Hey," he purred, brushing his thumb over her chin, his nail deliciously tingling against her sensitive skin.

"What did you talk about?"

"Oh she apologized."

Daemon lifted an eyebrow. "And did you accept?"

Anissa pursed her lips, tilting her head and then taking hold of his arm that wasn't around her body.

"Yes. I don't wish to fight with her. Especially about something that's so meaningless."

He nodded and suspiciously glanced at her.

"I see. But you do know, that you have to stand up for yourself."

Anissa lightly chuckled, throwing her head back which elicited a smirk on his face, too.

"Don't you worry about that," she whispered and then stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Another dance now?" she seductively asked and felt her insides dance when the prince started to pull her with him.

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Made To Take It

Part three of my mini series, I just love their dynamic so much, so there will definitely be more. Enjoy :) (Part one and two)

Contains: mentions of smut, Joel being sort of in love with reader, Tommy being disrespectful, fat age gap (24 & 50s), Joel & Tommy fighting, Joel having regrets about having sex with reader

Wordcount: 4,414

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"Tommy?" Joel shouted, groaning as he rubbed over his eyes.

He couldn't seriously be still asleep. It was almost 12am now and the both of them had places to be. Joel yawned, rising from his chair and briefly closing his eyes at the ache in his knees. He wasn't the youngest anymore and after a wild night like that his body made him feel every last action he had performed.

"Jesus, Tommy!" he loudly said again, but when there was no answer, Joel found that it was his brotherly duty to finally get him out of bed, so he headed to the hallway, taking the staircase up to the second floor.

Joel did his brother the courtesy of knocking on the guest room door, but he wasn't surprised when there was no response; the air was filled with dead silence. So he forcefully opened the door and turned on the lights the same moment as he growled again: "Tommy. You needa get up."

"Oh, Jesus...," a muffled sigh followed, but Joel failed to make out his brother in the tangled mess of blankets.

"What's the time?"

Joel leaned against the doorframe, running a hand through his still wet hair and raised his eyebrows in boredom.

"12."

"Oh god. Fuck me."

Joel heard the rustling of the blanket and then Tommy straightened up in the bed, grimacing as he held his head and pinching his eyes shut.

"Where's she? Did you throw 'er outta the house?"

"No. We woke up early 'n' I made 'er coffee while she took a shower and then we had breakfast and then she left."

Tommy scoffed while pushing back the blanket and planting his feet on the ground.

"Oh yeah? Like a married couple an' shit?"

That made Joel roll his eyes and he pushed himself away from the doorframe to enter the hallway.

"Fuck, Tommy, no," he shouted over his shoulder. "Unlike you, I have the fuckin' manners to offer a guest somethin' to eat 'n' drink and not stay in bed until 12am."

"Yeah an' it's especially convenient when you happen to wanna fuck the guest, huh?"

"Fuck you."

Joel clenched his fists, eyebrows drawn together while he walked down the stairs to sit back down at the table. He drank the last bit of coffee in his cup in one gulp. Then, he heard Tommy stumble down the stairs and turned his head.

"Oh and by the way, it's gonna be you who changes the bedsheets. I had to sleep in the fuckin' guest room even though this is my house."

His brother's feet heavily dragged over the floor as he made his way to the coffee machine.

"Yeah and it was me who gave a shit about 'er. You fuckin' left, Tommy. You didn't even care about her bein' satisfied as well. She was horny and – and needy and covered with your fuckin' cum and you just left. Not only did I make 'er cum, I also cleaned 'er up, cuddled 'er and brought 'er to bed."

Tommy abruptly turned around, but seemed to regret the sudden movement instantly, pressing his thumb to his temple and groaning lowly.

"What point are you tryin' to make? That you're in love with 'er?"

"Jesus fuckin' christ, no… I'm tryna tell you how to treat someone. How to treat someone after you've fucked 'em stupid. You can't just fuckin' leave 'em especially when they're as whiny and – and needy as she was yesterday."

Joel shook his head in disbelief, resting his elbows on the table and running his hands over the lower half of his face.

"You seemed pretty fuckin' content when I left the two of you alone. Might be wrong, but to me it looked like it was just what you wanted, you hypocritical idiot."

"I didn't wanna start a fight. An' I knew that you weren't in the mood to take care of 'er, so I thought I'm just gonna do it 'n' then talk to you about it the next morning. Listen, I'm not sayin' I mind it. I certainly had no problems eatin' that goddamn pussy. I just wanna teach you some fuckin' manners."

Tommy gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes, but then shrugged.

"Fine. I get your point. But with 'er I know that I shouldn't be concerned about her bein' left alone. Daddy Joel is always there to take care of 'er," he giggled and slammed his hand on the counter.

"Jesus, can you shut the fuck up? You're disgusting."

Tommy smirked to himself, but kept silent, pouring some coffee into a mug and then sitting down across from his brother.

"So?" he grinned and crossed his legs.

"What?" Joel barked, already mentally preparing himself for another straining conversation.

"What did she say? How was her mood?"

"Oh now you're carin' 'bout her well-bein'? Interesting."

Tommy leaned back in his chair, his hand sprawled out across the table. He exhaled loudly.

"Sorry," he hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Didn't know you were in such a bad mood today. I'm tryin' to be nice here."

"She was fine. A 'lil exhausted, but fine," Joel told, but avoided eye contact.

"Did she say anythin' 'bout doin' somehin' like that again?"

"Oh my fuckin'…" Joel rubbed with his flat palm over his brow, closing his eyes not just because of the light throb behind his forehead, but first and foremost because of his brother's rudeness.

"What? If we all liked it, why not repeat it? Did you ask 'er?"

"No," Joel spitted, eyeing Tommy's defensive pout with eyes as small as slits.

"Then let's ask 'er. The fact that you're judgin' me for this right now is insane. Like honestly, insane. You are the one that's obsessed with 'er. Lookin' at 'er like she's unreal or somethin'. An' you're the one that slept cuddled up with 'er."

Joel exhaled in annoyance, but didn't reply, spinning the coffee mug in his hand and watching the inky, dark liquid that radiated a roasted, nutty smell.

"Joel, you can admit that you had a good time. Are you feelin' bad about this or what? Don't. We were three consenting adults who just had a 'lil bit of fun. You had fun, right? Of course you had. She was perfect, she was – she's sweet an' she was amazing, right? An' she's your type."

Joel laughed, but there wasn't anything happy about it.

"Tommy. She's half our fuckin' age," he said calmly.

"Oh Jesus – "

"NO. You listen to me right now. She's a young girl, a young, lively, happy 'n' sweet girl and we – we messed 'er up. She doesn't deserve that. Just be fuckin' honest with yourself for a minute, okay? We used her. We think she's pretty and she's obedient and shit – I don't know, she's messed up and liked being thrown around by us but it's not right. We can't take advantage of the fact that she's fucked up. It's wrong."

Tommy shook his head, taking an aggressive sip of his coffee and then slamming it back on the table.

"There you have it. You said it yourself. She's messed up. Fucked up. Joel, that girl ain't a saint. She ain't some pretty, fragile flower that we just ripped out of the ground and wrecked for life. She's nasty and she enjoyed this just as much as we did."

"I'm not sayin' that she didn't enjoy it," Joel growled, pulling at the roots of his hair in frustration about his brother. "I'm sayin' that we took advantage of the fact that something's fuckin' wrong in her head. We used that fact to get what we wanted although we should've just left her alone. Instead of encouragin' it."

"What do you mean with encouragin' it?" Tommy asked with a furrowed brow and leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the surface.

"Jesus… All of this degradin' shit. Insultin' her. Basically treatin' her like shit. Don't you feel bad just a tiny bit? We called a 24 year old awful stuff. We treated 'er like a goddamn object."

Joel rubbed over his tired eyes, memories of last night appearing before his eyes in short periods of time.

Of course he had enjoyed it. Goddamnit. He might be able to deny it in front of his brother – at least to some extent – but he couldn't deny it in front of himself. This had probably been the best fuck of his life and considering the fact that Tommy had been there too, it said a lot. You had been… a dream. A literal dream and although Joel wanted to die for thinking this way, he had hated to see you leave in the morning. He would have rather carried you back to bed and place your head on his chest again, listening to your steady breathing and stroking up and down your bare back where your skin was so soft and warm under his calloused palm. Hell, he would have rather tossed you onto the bed and fuck your brains out until he had you crying for him, but he definitely couldn't tell this Tommy.

"Joel. Look at me," his brother now hissed out, grabbing his wrist and blaring his teeth until he raised his tired gaze, flaring his nostrils as the brothers made eye contact.

"What."

"This girl is 24 year old. Do you honestly think she did this 'cause she thinks she has any prospects with one of us? Jesus fuckin' christ, she probably just wants to mess around and have a good time. She has all the time in the world to figure out what she wants and eventually, I don't know, settle down with some guy her age, but until that, let 'er have fun. And we wanted to have fun too so I don't get what's the fuckin' problem. She's an adult and if she feels uncomfortable she can tell us. But she didn't an' I had the feelin' that she was pretty fuckin' obsessed with you too. Let this girl have fun, goddamnit. What else are you supposed to do at 24?"

Joel thoughtfully chewed on his bottom lip, averting his gaze, but Tommy already knew that he had convinced him. He knew his brother too well and the little bow of his head, the slight shake were clear signs that he was defeated.

"You're an asshole," Joel murmured lowly, voice quiet and dangerous, but his body slumped. "You goin' to fuckin' hell and I mean it."

"You don't even believe in hell," Tommy chuckled and emptied his cup with a wry grin.

"Yeah but if there is, you'll be there. You'll be the first one God picks 'cause you… You're evil. You're evil from the core."

Joel examined his brother with flashing eyes, but couldn't supress the faint smile when Tommy shrugged, his lip curling into a telling smirk.

"Maybe. But at least I had fuckin' fun. C'mon, it ain't like we had it easy in our lives. We got blessed with a fuckin' virus. I think if God gave a damn about what we do he would've prevented that from happenin'. Maybe he's just as evil as I am and I'll get to heaven."

Joel laughed, a rumbling sound gushing from his chest area.

"Who gets to hell then? If God's evil?"

"I don't fuckin' know… You, 'cause you wanna stop people like me from havin' fun."

Tommy abruptly stood up and brought his empty mug to the sink.

"Get outta here now. I got things to do."

Joel rolled his eyes, sighing, but got up.

"No, thank you, little brother. Gettin' nicer with every minute…"

It was the next day when Joel saw his brother again.

"We're gonna invite 'er over," Tommy said without a word of greeting after he had rung to the doorbell and Joel had opened the door.

He passed his brother without even looking at him and carelessly threw his jacket over the backrest of a chair once he was in the kitchen. Joel, who found that he had no choice but to follow him, closed the door, shut his eyes for a brief moment and then entered the kitchen as well.

"An' you're tellin' me I'm obsessed?"

"You don't even know who I'm talkin' about," Tommy chuckled, but quickly became serious again. "Alright. Call me obsessed. You can't deny that this 'lil cunt's been a dream. And that mouth, jesus… Joel, we got 'er and we would be idiots to let 'er go. You see how the whole fuckin' town looks at 'er? All of these boys who are practically droolin' over her when she walks past 'em? It's only a matter of time until she finds a boyfriend, is all beautifully in love and obviously won't get into bed with us again 'cause she thinks she's found the love of 'er life. So we have to make sure to enjoy it as long as it lasts."

Joel didn't feel like telling his little brother that your 'lil cunt and that mouth was all that had been on his mind since two days ago. He simply couldn't stop thinking about you and no matter how often he stroked his dick with you on his mind, images of that night appeared in his head again all the time. Your beautiful eyes squeezed shut while you took his dick into your mouth, the way you had clinged to his shoulder while he had pounded your pussy and of course the smell and taste of you. The little flinches of your hips, your broken moans and the warmth and stickiness of your sweet cunt. He just couldn't help himself. Joel woke up thinking about you and he went to bed thinking about you and if he didn't get to touch you soon, he was sure he would do things he would regret.

"Okay. What's your plan?" he said as coolly as he possibly could, lazily running his eyes over the living room as though he wasn't fully there with his thoughts. Which couldn't have been further from the truth.

"We're gonna invite 'er over. To your house this time. So the two of you don't occupy my fuckin' bed when you fall asleep next to each other. So that I can go home afterwards and sleep in my own bed."

"When?"

Tommy suddenly broke into laughter, slamming his hand on his thigh and his body shaking with amusement while Joel wanted to slap himself for being so obvious.

"Tommy. Jesus, Tommy, stop. Yeah, I know, very funny…"

"You…," he started, his chest turbulently heaving and his face red. He coughed and then sighed.

"Oh god… You tryna act all indifferent and like you don't care although…" – he chuckled and lowered his head – "Although you've probably been waitin' for 'er to show up on your porch all fuckin' day. It's not that easy, you know? You're gonna have to put in a little bit of effort."

"Yes," Joel grunted and closed his eyes in irritation. "I fuckin' know. Very funny. Just – Let's just focus please."

"Of course," Tommy snickered, but actually cleared his throat, pressing his palms on his cheeks to cool the heated skin.

"Tonight. 'Cause I'm afraid you're gonna change your mind if we plan too far ahead."

"I won't," Joel immediately threw in, but his brother lifted his brows.

"Yeah I don't know about that. We're gonna do it tonight, Joel. It's perfect. Tomorrow's a Sunday so if we're gonna do it tomorrow, we're gonna have to get up early the next day. And I know that she's free tonight."

Joel frowned, blood pulsing in his veins at the fact that it might actually be real. That he might actually see you again tonight.

"How do you know that?" he asked, suspiciously glancing at his brother, who just twitched with his shoulders.

"I just know."

"Tommy."

He sighed and pursed his lips, swinging his head to the left and right a few times before finally letting out the secret.

"I overheard two of 'er little friends today when I was grocery shopping. One said that some dinner party at Hannah's is canceled. And now guess who she said she had to call to let know 'bout it."

Joel breathed in deeply, his thoughts racing, but a hot, sticky liquid bubbling in his stomach.

"Okay. Okay, you might be onto somethin'. So you just… you're gonna call 'er?"

Tommy tapped with his fingers on the surface of the table, twisting his lips while winking at his brother.

"Yeah. I have 'er number. I asked Jesse."

Joel's eyes widened.

"And Jesse didn't find it weird that you wanted her number?"

His brother's lips formed a pout like he was thinking, but then he shook his head, looking all innocent and blameless.

"Maybe. But he didn't ask. Joel, don't ya know that I'm popular here? I got the number of all sort's of people… Just 'cause you live like a fuckin' outsider, rottenin' in your shelter doesn't mean that I have to be like that too."

He showed his teeth as he laughed and then rose to his feet to grab Joel's telephone.

"Okay. Gonna call 'er right now."

Joel's heart skipped a beat, the fact that he might be about to see you again catching up on him and he felt his hands getting sweaty. This was going so fast all of a sudden. Only 20 minutes ago he had been sitting in the living room, expecting to end the day with a stroll around the city to buy some groceries and then read his book and now the plan was to spend a night with you? He should feel happy and excited – and he definitely was – but suddenly he was also a little scared. Why, he couldn't exactly say. Maybe it was the fear of getting a rejection from you? Maybe you had different plans now and Joel had to settle with imagining your face once again while touching himself. Or what if you just didn't want to hang out with them again? What if it had been a one-time thing for you and you would feel disgusted by them asking you to come over?

"Hi! It's Tommy."

Joel's head shot around, his neck immediately aching at the sudden movement and his heartrate picking up.

"Yeah, good, what 'bout you?"

"Put 'er on speakers," Joel whispered, growling to himself at Tommy's hand gesture that attempted to shut him up.

"That sounds nice… Yeah… Oh what, I didn't know you had a dog…"

Joel closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose while vindictively listening to his brother's muttering.

"Oh no… that sucks… But for me that's convenient 'cause I wanted to ask you somethin'."

Joel's heart skipped another beat, his throat dry and his toes curling in nervousness.

"I wanted to know if you'd like to hang out at my brother's tonight. Just gonna speak for myself now, but I had fun after the party."

He chuckled lowly, his voice having that familiar, flirty and sultry tone again.

"Joel's gonna cook us dinner and maybe we could watch a movie together. What do ya think?"

The silence was unbearable and cut through his skin like twisted knives. Joel tried to read Tommy's face for any signs, searching his expression for disappointment or joy, but there was nothing. He could have strangled his brother if he hadn't been doing god's work right now. Then, finally the redemption.

"Perfect. That sounds amazing… No, no, no, you don't have to bring anythin'. Joel's an awesome cook, but don't tell anyone. He doesn't like to brag… Yes… Okay. Yeah, sure… Okay, I'll see ya later. Bye."

He hung up the phone with a triumphant grin, putting it down and then sinking down on a chair.

"There you have it. That's how you do it, man."

Joel rolled his eyes, but couldn't deny the fact that he was relieved. Fuck it, he was beyond relieved.

You were interested.

You wanted to see them again.

You wanted to spend the evening at his house. Eating his food, breathing the same fucking air as him.

"What did she say?" Joel asked, trying to hide the anticipation in his tone.

"She said that she had plans with 'er girlfriends but it got cancelled. And then I asked 'er and she said that she has to walk her dog at 6pm but after that she's free. And she said she feels bad for crashing at one of our places again without bringing anythin', but I assured 'er it's fine."

Tommy crossed his arms in front of his chest and clearly was more than satisfied with himself. Under any other circumstances, he might have found it obnoxious, but right now, Joel could only agree because he really had done incredible work. That was why Joel didn't even note the fact that Tommy would have been free to tell him that he wanted him to cook dinner for them before inviting you over with that very promise. He let it slide for tonight. The moment was simply too sweet to have it destroyed, he thought with a buzzing head and a familiar prickling in his fingertips.

It was three hours later now and his heartbeat thundered up Joel's throat.

"Tommy? Where is the basil?" he shouted over his head, cussing in his head when he didn't get a reply.

"Tommy! I fuckin' told you – "

There it was. A distanced clattering and then Tommy's head peeked inside the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"The basil. Where is it?" Joel snapped, turning off the heat that was sizzling under the pasta pot with one hand while his other stirred the sauce.

"Oh shit."

"Yeah, oh shit. Go. Now. Take the knife and a bowl and don't destroy anythin' in my garden."

He let go off the wooden spoon, pushed Tommy out of the kitchen, and then turned his attention back to the stove. The noodles was ready and he drained them in a strainer in his sink. The tomato sauce was still simmering on the stove smelled delicious, but it was missing the goddamn basil. If Tommy would only hurry up already.

Joel knew that it definitely wasn't his best work and frankly, his choice of dinner was a little boring, but he hadn't had the nerves and patience for something more creative. At least there couldn't go a lot wrong with a plain tomato pasta. It wouldn't be anything special, but there wasn't any risk and that was worth it. He heard steps in the living room and a second later the door sprang open again.

"Here ya go, you fuckin' bastard."

Tommy put the bowl on the counter, rolling his eyes when Joel leaned it and smelled it to figure out whether he had taken the leaves from the right plant.

"Jesus, I can distinct basil from rosemary. What's the time?" Tommy asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"6:36."

"Good. She said she'd come here after she walked 'er dog."

Joel drew his eyebrows together, deeply concentrated as he turned off the cooker.

"And how long does that usually take?"

"She said around 30 minutes," Tommy muttered, taking one of the leaves he had just picked from his brother's herb garden and shoving it into his mouth, which Joel commented with small, threatening eyes.

"30 minutes. What do you do walkin' around this town for 30 minutes? Goin' in fuckin' circles?"

"Maybe." Tommy suddenly opened the door of the fridge, his eyes running over the items inside.

"What are you doin'?" Joel hissed, attempting to close it again, but his brother was faster and pushed his hand away.

"I'm lookin' for something to eat."

"Christ, Tommy. We're about to have dinner."

Tommy growled something incomprehensible, but allowed his brother to push the door shut.

"Not if she doesn't show up soon."

Joel sharply exhaled, his head spinning from the stuffy, humid air inside the kitchen in combination with Tommy's strenuous nagging.

"You're like a child sometimes, do you know that?"

"If you knew anythin' about children, you'd know that it's not good to have 'em around when they're hungry," he complained and lightly tapped his fingers against the edge of the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, goddamn right. If you're bored, go in the living room and I don't know – "

The doorbell.

"I'm comin'!" Tommy shouted at once, pushing himself from the wall and storming out of the kitchen like he was possessed by the devil.

"Jesus fuckin'…," Joel mumbled to himself, but sighed, following his brother.

He actually wasn't as nervous as he had believed himself to be. Of course the anxiety hadn't vanished entirely, still a big lump in his throat from the fear of messing things up or scaring you away, but it was first and foremost excitement. He felt like a teenage boy who was about to get his hands on a beautiful girl for the first time, a coiling heat jiggling in his stomach and his breathing fastening whenever he thought about the things he wanted to do to you tonight. He clearly was thinking with his dick right now, but if it meant not losing his shit and trembling in nervousness whenever he was opening his mouth, he was fine with it. He was fine with his lust for you overcasting every other emotion.

His breath hitched in his throat when Joel laid eyes on you for the first time. You were standing in the hallway with the door behind you already closed, your body partially covered by Tommy's frame. When Joel entered walked through the kitchen door you were just laughing at something his brother had said, but then your eyes jumped to him and his heart stopped.

Jesus. Jesus fucking christ, someone had to put a bullet between his eyes.

Your black, straight mini skirt that beautifully showed off your legs clung to your hips and showed off a strip of skin between the waistband and the hem of your shirt. It was a white neckholder top with vertical blue stripes, tied together around your neck and leaving your back bare. Thus far, Joel could only imagine what it would look like from behind though, but his imaginations certainly weren't stingy.

God, you knew what you were doing and it worked perfectly on him.

He felt like an animal examining his prey, a lion locking his eyes onto an antelope for the first time.

And now the chase would begin.

[paulyenvol6]

Heyy can you make one that joel punishing reader for something but she's completely clueless about it. She would like "What did i do wrong?" Idkk maybe like bimbo!reader coded???

Yesss I would love that!!

[paulyenvol6]

Desires

Joel x female reader

Based on this lovely request (Keep them coming, I need inspiration!!)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, use of dildos and vibrators, nipple clamps, bondage, dubcon (it's a punishment), dom!Joel, subby reader, dirty talk, degradation, crying, dumbification, praise, possessiveness, edging, overstimulation, aftercare, fluff, mentions of anal, choking, gagging, slapping, nicknames like babygirl and babydoll

Wordcount: 9,599

Masterlist

A warm shudder went down your spine as you watched the various toys you had purchased today sprawled out across your bed.

It was nervousness, sure, the thrill of having bought these products behind Joel's back, but first and foremost, it was plain excitement. Who could blame you, really? There were days when Joel was out all afternoon while you were already at home daydreaming about him, his soft, yet wrinkled and calloused hands and the warmth and firmness of his body. You were left with nothing to do but find pleasure in your own touch – even though it wasn't half as good as Joel's hands all over your body.

Therefore the toys. You were certain that it couldn't replace your boyfriends heated touch either, but you wanted to try something new and had generously chosen a few promising tools to gift yourself even more pleasure. You silently giggled, the adrenaline rapidly shooting through your veins as you imagined what it would be like to discover these new kinds of arousal, but then shook your head, collecting yourself. It was almost 5pm and Joel had promised to be home at 5:30 and as you knew him, he was never late. So you were quick to shove your newly purchased items into the top drawer of your nightstand while occasionally stopping to listen for any noises downstairs.

When you were done, you ran your gaze over the bed, making sure you hadn't missed anything and then adjusted your hair as you made your way down to the living room.

You knew that you shouldn't be so scared of Joel finding out about this. At the end of the day you were free to have fun by yourself when he wasn't around and he surely knew that you couldn't wait for his return every now and then. A toy or two would be nothing but further help so what could possibly be speaking against it? Still, and you couldn't quite understand why, you definitely didn't want Joel to find out about your possessions. For now, at least.

With shaky legs you sat down on the couch, grabbing the book you were currently reading, but your mind drifted elsewhere every few seconds. The letters were a blur before your eyes, your mind unable to focus on the words and your thoughts with the exciting items just a few feet above you, waiting in the top drawer of your nightstand.

Jesus, this wasn't working.

You slammed the back down on the couch and headed to the kitchen next, craving a glass of cool water. The fresh liquid ran down your throat, moistening your dry mouth and tickling your lips. And then as you slurped up the last drops from your bottom lip, you suddenly heard the door open. A jerk went through your body, your spine straightening and your feet automatically carrying you through the door and to the hallway.

"Baby!" Joel gave you a broad, yet tired smile, pressing your head against his chest as you approached him and kissing your hair.

"How was your day?" you wanted to know and moved your hands up to his shoulder, feeling his tense muscles through the soft texture of his shirt.

"Exhausting. But good. We finished the project and I'm really glad we did it before the weekend."

You proudly grinned, raising your head from his chest and touching the side of his face with both hands.

"That's so good to hear. You did amazing, Joel."

His smile deepened, his brown deer eyes brightening up at your warm words and his hands settling on your hips.

"Thank you, hon. Honestly."

Joel leaned in for a kiss, his mouth tasting of coffee and something sweet that you couldn't identify, but you savoured in nonetheless.

"What do you wanna do tonight?" you whispered against his lips, sliding your hands up and down his arms in a suggestive way. But of course you knew that he was tired, so perhaps you would have to settle with spending the evening snuggled up against him without going any further, which you wouldn't mind either.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

His answer didn't help you in any way because a night like this could go two ways: The two of you would either fall asleep on the couch or things would end steamily with him carrying you to the bedroom and making love to you.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

Joel gave your waist a squeeze, kissing your temple and euphoniously humming at the scent of his favorite perfume on you.

"You smell so good, baby."

"Thank you," you smirked and then descended back to the floor when Joel let go off you.

"I'm gonna change into something more comfortable. You wait on the couch, okay?"

You gave him a nod, your dreamy eyes following his broad frame while he walked up the stairs and your body slumping once he had disappeared. Sighing out, you passed through the hallway and entered the living room where you let yourself drop onto the couch. Although you hadn't been as active as your boyfriend, you still felt the tiredness in your bones when you stretched your limbs and yawned loudly. But Joel was here now and the two of you would spend a cozy evening - although you didn't know how the night would go.

"Joel?" you shouted through the house, unbothered by the fact that he had been gone for barely more than a minute.

"Be right there, baby! Give me 2 minutes."

You wrinkled your nose, but passed the time with pulling up a blanket and getting comfortable underneath it. You were lying on your side, your head resting on the armrest and your knees bent to your chest. You were just about to shout for him again when your finally heard the creaking of the staircase and were able to relax again, your eyes fluttering shut as you expected your boyfriend to walk through the door any moment. He did, but the blurry image made you widen your eyes.

He looked… cross. Blunt and belligerent. Not at all how you had imagined he would watch you when he stepped through that door. You slightly raised your head so you had a better view and only now noticed a small item in his right palm.

This couldn't… no.

"Care to explain?" Joel said, his tone airy and callous.

"Joel – "

"No. I want a fuckin' explanation. Right now."

He tossed the mini vibrator you had bought today on the cushions next to you only to then put his hands on his hips, towering above you like a teacher who was angry at his student for not making their homework.

"Did you search my stuff?" you spitted, anger gripping you now as well. Who did he think he was going through your personal stuff –

"Your fuckin' drawer was open. I wanted to grab your hand lotion from your nightstand 'cause I thought you might want it later and they basically jumped into my eye."

Oh.

You swallowed hard, cursing yourself for having been so stupid, but at the same time… At least he knew now. At least you wouldn't have to walk around with the weight of keeping something from Joel although you usually shared everything with each other.

"I'm sorry. I know I should've asked you before… I-I… I was out today and it just… it sort of happened…"

You felt smaller with each word, your head bowed. You sat on top of your own hands and nervously curled and uncurled your toes while waiting for Joel's judgement.

"It sort of happened? You're kiddin' me. Stand up."

Your eyes shot up, your head spinning from the sudden movement and your eyes perturbed and round. Yet you couldn't react. You watched Joel like you were in awe of him, muscles around your lips nervously twitching.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself. Stand up. Now."

This time your body worked, your trembling hands pulling back the blanket and your clumsy feet settling on the floor so you could rise from the couch. Standing in front of him didn't make you feel any less small, yet you were relieved by the small nod he gave you.

"I already got some ideas for you…," he murmured, scoffing as your eyes found his.

"Joel, I'm sorry. I know I… I should've asked you. Please. Don't be mad."

You gave him your sweetest expression, eyes big and lips pouty, but nothing in his face softened. It was the contrary, his nostrils flared and his eyes dangerously flashed. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then jutted his jaw foward and pointed to the door.

"Bedroom."

"But I thought you – "

"Now. And you better not make me repeat that."

Shit.

Maybe you really had messed up and underestimated how angry he would be about your careless actions. Thinking that you definitely shouldn't test him any further, you made your way to the door, the shaking of your legs clearly visible to Joel, but he ignored it. Without glancing behind you, you pushed down the door handle.

The first tear stung in your eyes at the foot of the stairs and by the time you meekly stood in the middle of your bedroom, the tear had reached the curve of your upper lip. Joel made you wait for one minute, then two.

This was the worst part of it all, the uncertainness about what he was going to do to you; the fear of him being seriously angry with you and the jittery bubbling in your stomach area. That was why you were almost relieved when Joel finally entered the room although he didn't look any less repulsive. With two large steps, he was in front of you, cupping your chin in a large palm, his other hand in your hair.

"Seems like I didn't make my girl happy these last weeks… That's why she had to buy herself toys to satisfy her needs."

"Joel, that's not – " you tried to interrupt him, but he silenced you with his hand covering your mouth.

"Shut up. I don't want you to speak unless I ask you to."

You moved your head under his palm, your eyes glistening with fresh tears, but you were able to blink them away. Not that you thought Joel would care anyway.

"It's a shame… But now that we have these toys in our bedroom, I guess we should make use of 'em, right? Maybe I should really take care of my girl so she might tell me about her desires next time instead of heading to a store and buying toys behind my back."

You wanted to speak up so badly, tell Joel that it wasn't like that and that you were more than content with your sex life. That it was just for when he wasn't there. But something about the fierce darkness in his eyes made you think that it would only make things worse.

He tilted your head, exposing your neck and pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss on your skin.

"I'll make use of 'em, babygirl… Don't ya worry. I'll make ya feel every single one you bought… And if we're gonna stay in 'ere all night," he whispered and although you knew it was a threat, you couldn't deny the way your pussy clenched at his raspy voice.

He palmed your waist, fingers digging into your flesh with no consideration that it might be too rough and then suddenly yanked your shirt up and over your head. Your bra followed, his hands working so precisely and fast that you let all of it happen while holding your breath and faster than you were able to blink he had opened your jeans and expectantly lifted his eyebrows.

"Take 'em off. And then get on the bed."

You felt pathetic reaching down to your ankles to slide your jeans off your feet, but what choice did you have? Joel had the perfect view on your ass and damp underwear, but different to what you had assumed would happen, he didn't comment on it and degrade you further.

Unsure of what he wanted from you, you dropped your pants to the floor and then sat down on the edge of the bed. You felt so pathetic, so vulnerable and disgraceful staring up at him wearing only your panties while he was scornfully darting down at you, fully dressed. But you assumed that it was just what Joel wanted to achieve.

He eyed your body, making your cheeks flush, and then walked over to the dresser. Your feet were dangling in the air, your teeth anxiously chewing on your bottom lip that you had sucked into your mouth while Joel took a few items out of a drawer.

The silence was almost killing you because with Joel it was never silence. It wasn't the first thing one might expect from him when seeing him for the first time, but with him it was always warmth and laughter. Not this. Not this oppressing silence that weighed down on you so heavily, it made you hunch over.

He was standing right in front of you, and you finally mustered the courage to look up and see what he had grabbed from the drawer.

Ribbon.

So he really wasn't messing around tonight. Words of apology were prickling on your tongue, your brain urging you to say something, make things right and tell him how sorry you were, but what if it would make things worse? Eventually, you swallowed them up and tried to get your shivering lower lip under control while Joel leaned in to you.

"Gimme your wrists," he ordered, his voice cold and deliberate. He wasn't accepting any doubts or questions right now. He was taking from you what he wanted and you didn't dare protest when he pressed your hands together and started to tie them up. The fabric cut deep into your skin, the purpose of it clear. It wasn't decoration or some vague warning to keep your hands to yourself – Joel would do with your body as he saw fit and wanted to prevent you from fighting back.

"You know that I don't like punishing you like that, right?" he airyly whispered, his brown eyes making you feral. "You know that all of this could be so much easier if you fuckin' behaved."

He suddenly dropped your hands and you wriggled them once only to find that they were tightly tied together, the blood in your veins throbbing under the restriction. You moaned, thinking that it didn't fall under 'speaking' and then suddenly Joel's hands were on your body, grabbing your waist tightly and pulling you up the bed until your head was on the pillow. Your pleading eyes were on him, silently begging for a sign of softness or affection, but his jaw was still clenched and he looked far from giving you a reassuring kiss. Joel's hand reached for your wrists, coercing you to bend your arms so your hands were above your head, causing you to have even less freedom in your movements.

"You keep your hands up here. I can tie 'em to the bedpost if necessary. Clear?"

You nodded, biting down on your own lip and blinking as he rolled his eyes.

"You may speak now," he hissed and rolled off you while your pupils frantically danced over his frame.

"Y-Yes. I'll behave, I swear."

"Good. An' the same thing goes for your legs. I have enough ribbon to tie you up so you can't move an inch. I can blindfold you, gag you and whatever the fuck I can come up with. It depends on you if I have to. You keep those legs still, I'll leave 'em alone. You keep that mouth shut, I'll leave it alone."

You were still processing his words, your brain somehow mushy and hazy just from what he had done to you so far – which hadn't been a lot – while Joel rummaged through your top drawer and took everything you had proudly purchased earlier today and placed it on top of the bed.

"Y-Yes," you stuttered before realising that he hadn't actively asked you to speak up so you swallowed the last syllable and silently waited for his next move. Which came in form of his gaze slowly wandering down your body before he stopped on your ankles. You felt the urge to squirm under his eyes, his stare so hot and steamy that every hair on your body seemed to be ignited by the sparkle in his pupils. It was intimidating, yet had something so sensual about it.

With a groan, Joel hunched over to pick up an item from the bed and with a warm shudder you realised it was the nipple clamps.

Jesus.

Not that you regretted your choice of toys, but knowing that Joel was about to use all of this on you and he wasn't in the kind of mood to make it overly pleasurable for you… You certainly were in for a ride and although part of you had adapted to the thought that it would be tormenting and agitating, you were also just horny for him.

You followed every movement, your breath fastening as Joel crawled onto the bed to kneel next to your almost completely naked body. With a quiet hum, he connected his palm with your breasts, kneading the flesh and jiggling it in his hand, but you were yet restrained to let the enjoyment of it show. Too big was the fear that he was about to slap you or withdraw just the moment a moan slipped out of your mouth.

"So fuckin' pretty…," Joel snarled and took one nipple between his rough thumb and index finger. "Almost too pretty to hurt 'em with these… But you're leavin' me no choice, you know that right?"

You gave him a nod, supressing a whimper as he traced a circle around your nipple and the sensitive skin around it while his other hand intensively massaged your breast. The slap came unexpected, but it wasn't very sharp so you just inhaled through your nose and pressed your lips together to keep yourself from producing any kind of unwanted noise. Joel grunted, not keeping his eyes off your chest for a brief moment and then took the clamps that were connected with a thin, delicate chain and placed them on top of your stomach.

"Now let's see what we got…," Joel mumbled and carefully took one to pinch your sensitive nipple with it.

The pain shot through your body like a hot sting, making your nerves burn and your body cringe. Joel immediately hushed you, stroking the skin around the source of the pain and pursing his lips.

"Shhhh… Shh, babygirl. You bought this, remember? So you must've felt curious to try 'em."

You whimpered and pressed your legs together because along with the discomfort, there was something else. This tremendous, ecstatic desire creeping up your body like sticky, warm honey.

"Joel," you muttered, too stunned and high on the sensation to remember what he had told you, but fortunately he seemed to let it slide this time.

"Shh…," he just made again, gently tugging at the chain before positioning the other clamp around your other nipple. This time you were prepared for the pain, but it didn't make it any better. Your body was tense and stiff, your back buckled and your hands in fists when Joel clamped the cold metal around the small bud, causing you to hiss out. Tears were pooling in your eyes, but not the kind that worried Joel. It was more of a way to cope with the overwhelming combination of the cool, sleek hardness against your fervent nipples.

You stared down your body to where the toys dug into your skin, your mouth agape, but then your lashes fluttered as Joel cradled your head and leaned in to kiss your brow. You would have preferred to receive a loving kiss on your lips, but it was better than nothing.

"Pretty," he commented, sliding a hand down your face and neck before his hand came in contact with the chain, which he lightly pulled at to test your reaction. And it came in form of a yelp, your eyes squeezing shut and your lips pressing firmly together. The most special thing about these clamps was the fact that the sorrow wasn't just limited to your nipple area, but seemed to spread in your whole body, making even your toes curl under the stimulation.

Joel played with your body like that for a while, using his hands on your breasts to squeeze and palm, trail patterns across your chest and coming back to the clamps every now and then. He didn't go too far and made sure to soothe your breasts after causing you to whine in pain by an affectionate brush over the swell, yet you felt feverish when he finally drew back and watched the work of art. With a dart down your body your eyes widened and you felt strangely aroused. Your nipples were stiff and swollen, red like someone had painted them and your breasts covered in handprints and squeeze marks.

"Doesn't that look pretty…," Joel whispered, but climbed off the bed to walk around it until he stood by the end again.

"I wanna hear what you gotta say, little one. What you wanna say about your actions today."

You gulped, your hazy eyes on his entangled hands while he looked you up and down.

"I'm sorry. I – I will never… I'll never do something like that behind your back again. Please. Please, forgive me, Joel."

He exhaled loudly and then grabbed another item, but before you could see what it was, he was already between your legs, parting them roughly and pinning your knees down.

"I'll see if I'm gonna forgive you and it's gonna depend on how you're gonna take this now. Look at me."

Your eyes snapped open, taking in the crease between his brows, his clenched jaw and his white knuckles.

"You're gonna keep your eyes on me. If you look away, I'll punish you. I'm warnin' you right now. Here's where the music's playin'."

He pointed at his face, his adam's apple bobbing and then a hand cupped your sex, warm, cracked skin pressing firmly against your dripping core.

"Jesus… This is supposed to be a goddamn punishment. And here you are, soakin' my fuckin' hand. Eyes on me."

He delivered a slap to your pussy, the smacking sounding obscene and filthy and his teeth grinding at your squeal.

"Shut up. All I want you to do is be silent and look at me. S'that too much to ask for? After you made me that angry?"

"N-No," you whispered, choking on your own words, and then lifted your gaze again. Joel flexed his jaw and glided his hand between your legs again, rocking his palm against your throbbing clit. You cried out, your body urging to go pliant underneath him and let it all out – all the frustration and desire until he would ideally make you cum, but of course it wouldn't be so easy. You tried your best to be obediant and not move too much although it was hard, his hand gifting you more pleasure than you had dared asking for, but it still wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

Your calves were tensed, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing and when Joel rubbed the base of his palm over the underside of your bundle of nerves you couldn't hold back and writhed underneath him.

"One more time and I tie your fuckin' feet to the bedposts," Joel spitted, slapping your pussy again and then withdrawing.

Fuck, this wasn't what you had wanted to achieve.

With quick movements, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to remove the last piece of clothing keeping him from devouring you to the whole. And then the next thing you perceived were his hands fondling with something you couldn't see, your eyes still on Joel's face in case he would look at you, but then you felt an intrusion prodding against your entrance which definitely wasn't his hands.

"Joel," you breathed and grasped the bedsheets as he inserted the dildo you had bought today into your weeping cunt. You were beyond well-lubricated, your pussy practically sucking the toy in, yet you felt this indiscribable need to ask for more, plead him for things you couldn't identify yourself.

Joel slowly filled you with the dildo, oberserving your twisted face at all times and then exhaling once it was inside of you to the brim as though it had been him holding his breath under the unknown, unfamiliar penetration and not you. The toy was smaller than his dick which filled him with a primal, animalistic satisfaction, making his dick twitch under his jeans where a prominent bulge was looming over.

God, how he couldn't wait to feed you his cock, but before he could do that, he would have to teach you a few more lessons. Fuck you stupid on all those toys you had bought and then – once you were beyond fucked out – pound your pussy and squeeze one orgasm out of you after the other until you would beg him for mercy.

Joel bottomed out and then watched your eyes twitch while withdrawing and thrusting the toy in your pussy a few times until he pushed it into you to the hilt again. Then he let go and couldn't hide the grin as he watched your hips jerk forward. You were clearly craving more, your clit neglected and needy, but Joel made sure to change that soon. His hand trailed a line up your inner thigh, settling at the inside of your knees and parted them even further so you legs were forced to reveal your swollen needy nub.

"Poor baby," Joel cooed, inhaling sharply at the sight and smell of your glistening wetness and licking his lips. He was still restraining himself when he lowered his head to dive between your thighs, his tongue circling your clit once or twice – you certainly couldn't keep count – which brought you heaven for a short amount of time, but only made it worse when he raised his head again.

"Joel. Please," you moaned although you were well-aware that you were playing with fire right now. His nostrils flared, his teeth dangerously grinding, but to your surprise, he didn't say anything. He just pressed down on your lower belly, keeping you in place while reaching next to him to pick up yet another toy.

The bright pink immediately jumped into your eyes and you wriggled your toes in anticipation. The clitoral suction toy had been one of the things you had been looking forward to the most and now that it was Joel who was about to use it on you, you whinged in sheer lust.

"Greedy 'lil slut," he barked, giving your hip a spank and putting the little toy right on top of your clit. Then he hesitated, looking up your body to crookedly smirk at your blown pupils and gently tugging at the chain again.

"Stupid, stupid girl… Can't ever get enough, mhm? Always askin' for more and never satisfied with what you got."

He blared his teeth while skillfully turning on the device snug in your pussy, the vibrations instantly making your eyes roll back. Then he turned on the clitoral toy as well, his breathing shallow and rapid as he watched you squirm under the cumulative stimulation.

"I'm always takin' such good care of ya… Fuckin' you in the night and in the mornin' and whenever you want it and it's still not enough for ya. Spendin' fuckin' hours eatin' that goddamn pussy and she still wants more. S'pathetic."

His voice was low and husky, thick with his texan accent that was always more prominent when Joel was turned on. He watched you arching your hips, scratching the bedpost above you and wiping away the sweat on your forehead with your restrained hands for a while. You were so deeply immersed in this hazy bubble of sweet, sultry pleasure that you didn't feel humiliated at all by Joel examining you like that, you in such a vulnerable position while Joel remained fully dressed.

Your whole body was shaking and shifting, every hair on your body stiff and every inch of skin hot like there was a fire burning right next to you. It almost looked like you were possessed by a demon only that the demon was a very handsome, but right now very cruel man who now climbed onto the bed again, kneeling next to your shoulder and fumbling with his belt.

Your eyes were closed, therefore you couldn't see what was happening, but when Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head upward, you knew what to do and wide-eyedly opened your mouth. Joel pushed his chin forward, his breath going in small hitches as he undid his jeans and shoved them down his legs along with his underwear.

His dick stood hard, so red and turgid like it was about to burst, and a drop of precum glittering on his tip. You glanced up to him as if to ask whether you had permission to lick it up, but before you could, Joel wrapped a hand around his shaft and pushed it past your parted lips. Your head was turned, your neck stiff after a few minutes, but Joel didn't slow down his punishing pace even as you wriggled beneath his tight grip in your hair. He pounded your mouth like you were a mere tool to get off and didn't flinch when your tied hands reached for his body and your nails scratched over his thighs in search of release.

In the meantime the toys in and on your pussy were still vibrating, sending electric shockwaves through your body and giving you intoxicating pleasure that only grew with time.

"Don't you dare fuckin' cum. You'll cum when I allow it," Joel spitted, his eyes on the way your hips buckled under the sweet friction against your clit. You choked and gurgled, spit leaking from the corner of your mouth and dripping onto his dick that was rapidly ramming into your mouth. You would have tried to withdraw, had his hand not been so uncompromising, your body completely at his mercy.

"Jesus fuckin'… Yeah. Take it. Take it like you deserve it."

He suddenly yanked you off his dick, a thread of spit connecting his shaft and your bottom lip and his lips curled into a wry and evil smirk.

"Tell me. Tell me that you deserve to get this mouth destroyed. Tell me that this is where you belong."

You whimpered, your lips tightly pressed together and your face twisted in zest. Your swollen clit was deliciously pulsing under the pressure sent from the toy and you feared that you couldn't hold back much longer.

"Please, Joel I – I deserve it. I deserve to be treated like this. Just please, I – I can't hold it."

"Yeah you can. You're gonna have to. I swear to fuckin' god if you won't, I'll tie ya up to the bedpost, fasten that vibrator on your clit and you're gonna cum all night. Did you fuckin' listen to me?" Joel fizzled, yanking your head back to force you to meet his gaze.

"Y-Yes. But, please."

"NO."

His hips jutted forward to feed you his cock once more and this time he went slower, but deeper. His tip kissed the back of your mouth, grazing the walls of your throat and triggering your gag reflexes whenever he was staying inside for too long. Fortunately you weren't super sensitive in the back of your throat, but even you couldn't withstand his brutal thrusts from time to time and had to tap out by fighting against the firm grasp in your hair.

Everything was sloppy and wet, spit running down your chin and dripping onto your chest and shoulders, but you were too messy to really pay attention to it. If there hadn't been this enchanting prickling between your thighs, this warmth gushing from your center to every last fiber of your body, you might have been able to slurp it all up, but you were already struggling to keep your eyes open.

When Joel came to a stop, your jaw was aching, your throat sore and your eyes puffy from all your crying. But at least you were able to take a deep breath. You blinked a few times, your pupils dancing over Joel's frame almost like you were confused about where you were and then moaned when he left the bed to go round it. With a low, quiet growl, he turned the vibrator on your clit off, which was a relief to you because although you had managed to push through without cumming and disappointing him, you had been on the verge at all times, always gripped by a fear of involuntarily releasing any moment.

He turned off the dildo as well and pulled it out of you with a forceful tug before dangling it in front of his face, his eyes wandering between your weak body and the object that was soaked with your juices.

"Open your mouth," Joel ordered while crawling up your body until he was hovering above you. You did as soon as the words had left his mouth and shrieked when he smacked you across the face.

What had you done wrong?

Your chin trembled and your glossy eyes opened to fearfully glance up to him and that was the moment you realised your mistake.

"I told you to keep those eyes on me," he whispered darkly, the quietness of his voice only making him appear more angry and cruel.

"I'm sorry," you instantly sobbed, sniffling and trying to wipe over your eyes with the back of your tied hands, but you only halfly succeeded.

"Now shut up and take it. I want you to clean this up until it looks like it did when you bought it. You remember that, don't you? If it's not clean when I pull it out, it's gonna go into your cute 'lil ass. And I don't think you'd like that."

A broken moan spilled from your mouth, but you didn't resist when he slowly pushed the dildo past your lips and twisted his face in amusement when your neck flexed and your body involuntarily buckled under the air restriction. This time Joel was on top of you though, caging and trapping you under his broad shoulders and you had no chance but to take it.

"Now where do you think you're goin', mhm?" he murmured, shaking his head at your kicking feet and petting your hair while thrusting the toy in your mouth.

"You better use that naughty tongue of yours to clean it now. Or do I have to repeat myself?"

Your chest trembled, but you did your best to comply with his words, running the flat of your tongue up and down the toy. You could taste yourself strongly, the salty wetness not unpleasant when you swallowed it and this time you knew you were doing well. Within a minute you were sure you had cleaned the whole toy and triumphantly darted up to Joel, who seemed to had found great pleasure in making you gag around the dildo.

"Nuh uh… Open wide," he purred when you attempted to make it slip out of your mouth and slid it deeper into your mouth. "We're not done yet, babygirl. You're doin' this so well. Show me everythin' you got."

He smirked and although you were choking under the intrusion - your eyes pinched close to defeat the tears pooling on your waterline - the fact that Joel seemed much less tense and replusive than half an hour ealier made you breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps he would forgive you at last. He had to after teasing and torturing you like that.

Joel fed you the dildo one last time, hushing you when your torso restlessly flinched and writhed and running a hand down your side in a soothing manner.

"Take it. C'mon. Don't fight back, it's only gonna be worse if you do. That's right… just relax and open up."

You gulped and gasped in despair, a string of spit leaking from the corner of your mouth. You arched your back again, a painful whine that was only halfly muffled by the dildo escaping your throat, but Joel had you securely trapped underneath. His muscular, heavy body didn't leave any room for you to crawl away, but the weight of him on top of you also had something strangely arousing and exciting about it.

"C'mon. You can do it… You wanna make me happy, don't ya? Wanna make up for your mistake and have me forgive you. So fuckin' relax or I swear to god I'll put this elsewhere where you definitely don't want it."

In the end you managed to loosen and breathe through your nose, even though you were panting rapidly, sweat streaming down your back.

"Good girl… that's right… Knew you could do it. Just needa give you a real fuckin' warnin' and you remember your manners."

He suddenly withdrew, freeing your mouth with a plop and carelessly tossed the dildo beside him on the bed.

Then – and you were barely able to catch up with what was happening around you – he spread your legs, settled between them and ran his tip through your folds where your pussy lips felt swollen and puffy against his glans. Wet. As wet as an ocean he would be happy to drown in.

Joel grabbed your shoulder with his left hand while his right tapped his tip against your hole, circling it once, then twice and then entered you in one sharp thrust. It pushed you up on the bed, your face grimacing and your teeth grazing over your bottom lip.

"Joel…," you whined, throwing your head back and exposing your neck which he was quick to take advantage of. A firm hand traveled from your shoulder to your neck that looked so delicate and soft, he couldn't help himself. A light squeeze was all it took for you to clench around his length that was all the way inside you now, waiting and savouring the way your tight wet walls embraced him in a sweet hug.

"Jesus… This fuckin' pussy's gonna be the death of me. Fuckin'…"

He put pressure around your neck and simultaneously rolled his hips to start fucking you at a steady pace. You squealed and whimpered, tilted your head with the freedom of movement he granted you and grinded your teeth – anything to free yourself of the overwhelming and futile clamping in your belly and thighs. And Joel was happy to coax every last noise out of you.

"Yeah, s'it… Gonna fuck you dumb, babygirl… Fuck your brains out or what's left of it."

At this point he wouldn't have had to hold you down with his hand around your neck, but he kept it there nonetheless – perhaps to use it as leverage or to choke you. Either way, the limited air only added to the thrill, your breath catching in your throat and your fingertips digging into the mattress like you were searching for something underneath the surface.

"Joel. Joel, please."

"Shut up. Seems like I gotta fuck you harder until you finally. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

He squeezed your throat at each word, making your eyes roll in the back of your head.

It turned out he stayed true to his words because in a matter of minutes your pussy was sore and your internal organs felt rearranged. Loud, wet smacking noises echoed off the walls, creating profane, pornographic sounds. His hips crashed against yours with such force that his pubic hair scraped your mound. Your cervix felt numb after a while, a loud gasp hitching in your throat every time his tip hit the spot deep inside of you and when Joel turned the vibrator on your clit back on, you thought you might lose it.

"Fuck. Fuck, Joel, I – "

At this point, you didn't care about his warnings, or better: You had forgotten everything about it. In truth, you probably would have struggled to remember your mother's name, had someone asked you about it in that moment, but this was nothing special for Joel. When he said he was going to fuck your brains out, in most cases it ended with your mind unable to form a coherent sentence and even if you had something to say, it usually left your body in form of an incomprehensable whine.

"I know I should've left you wet and needy for me, but god how am I supposed to resist this 'lil cunt? You can be happy she's so sweet 'n' warm, otherwise you would've spent the night watching me masturbate and cum all over your body. Now beg. Beg for me to let ya cum."

He suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, spanking you twice across your backside and then lifted your hips so you were forced to hold yourself up on your knees and elbows.

"I'm listenin'…," he whispered as he picked up the pace again and although you had believed it to be impossible, he went even faster, even more intensely.

"Ohhh… Joel, I – fuck."

"That ain't beggin', babygirl," Joel growled, hitting you again and forming a makeshift ponytail with his left hand to hold on to it while pounding your helpless pussy.

"Please. P-Please, I… Please lemme… lemme cum, Joel."

Your voice was quiet and indistinct, the words almost drowning in the filthy noises the two of you produced.

"Ain't enough, baby…."

Jesus Christ, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying hearing and seeing you like that. You could almost hear the grin in his voice and whinged in frustration about him. About everything.

"Please. Please, Joel, I – I swear, I…. I – I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say. J-Just please," you muttered, a high-pitched squeak spilling from your mouth when he turned off the device that was pressing firmly against your clit.

"N-No. No, Joel, you – you can't."

His hand palmed your hips before slapping your butt again, but your body felt too numb to really perceive it. All you could focus on was cumming, finally being redeemed from the heat between your legs and finding peace.

"Oh yes I can, babydoll. 'Cause I'm in fuckin' control here. Remember why I'm doin' this?"

You cried out, tears soaking the bedsheets where your head was resting on the cushions.

"'C-Cause I was bad. A-And I – I deserve it."

He seemed pleased with your answer because he turned the device back on, the soft buzzing sound music to your ears.

You couldn't make a mistake now.

You panted heavily, your knees wobbly and shaky, but at least he was giving you something. He just couldn't take it away again. You were dead silence almost as if Joel would forget about you and the pleasure you were finally receiving if only you stayed quiet.

Whatever it was in the end, whether he actually missed the signs of your approaching orgasm or he purposely made you cum – you did and it was soulcrushing. You raveled in waves and spurts of torrid pleasure, ecstasy blooming in your belly as you bit your lip bloody. All you could say was his name and god did you do it. Over and over again did his name - the source of this wonder - leave your mouth. Sometimes it was a faint whisper and sometimes a high-pitched cry. Every muscle in your body contracted and then loosened as the sensation slowly faded away, leaving you exhausted and tired, your limbs heavy, but your mind finally at ease.

"Joel," you murmured again - a light rasp in your voice - and weakly reached behind you to find anything. Only now did you realise that he hadn't slowed down and neither had the vibrator on your clit come to a stop.

"What are you doin' – " you managed to ask before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pressed your head into the pillow.

"Shh. No questions now. All I wanna hear from you is my name… Said it so beautifully just now."

He crookedly grinned, drawing together his eyebrows with acted pity as you painfully whined at the overstimulation on your clit.

You should have known.

You should have known that he wouldn't make this so easy for you. Of course there was a twist, of course there was a little something that you hadn't seen coming. You had been begging for release and now he had fulfilled you the wish only to give you so much more than you had asked for, challenging and tormenting you in new ways.

And so the vibrator stayed on your clit and his thrusts didn't slow down. Your body was too tired to fight back, your brain too mushy and your mouth too dry to tell him that it was too much, so you just took it and hoped that he would at least reward you for behaving so well.

It was no surprise to you that your second orgasm of the night approached you so quickly and it was in no way inferior to the first one, although it wasn't such a relief as the previous one. No wonder - you hadn't been looking forward to it for the past hour. Heat spread through your core, your knees pressing into the bed while you clenched your fists - tied and resting on the bed to your left - around the bedsheets so hardly, Joel feared you were going to rip them apart. So he replaced the fabric with his own hands and allowed you to squeeze them while riding out your orgasm.

"There ya go… Look at you, fallin' apart so wonderfully. That pussy's all tired now, mhm?"

You squealed, still high on the aftermath of your release when Joel manhandled you on your back again and finally undid the ribbon holding your wrists together, his face twisting in adoration at your flush cheeks.

"I think you got another one for me, don't you think so?"

You yelped and tightened your weak grip on his hand so he couldn't let go of you.

"N-No. I can't, Joel, please. I can't. S'too much. Hurts."

"Oh babydoll…," he cooed, stroking a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, but not stopping despite his calming words and gesture.

"You can take it. We both know you can. You just need to lemme make ya feel good."

"Joel, please," you hiccuped and moaned in disapproval when he made you release his hands, only to press your wrists down on your stomach.

"I can't, please. Please." He exhaled, buttoming out and groaning as he hit you so deeply where you could never reach with your fingers.

"Does it hurt right 'ere?" he wanted to know and glanced at your lower belly where he pushed down on your hands.

"Y-Yes," you whimpered and restlessly bent and unbent your legs like it was a way to get rid of the pressure gushing from your center.

"You're gonna give me one more. Gonna have to let me cum inside you and I need you to squeeze my dick for that."

His words were deliberate and sounded like there was no room for any doubts or questions. And so you took it. Your clit uncomfortable pulsated and ached, the veins around his shaft hurting against your already sore walls, but you took it with the occasional whimpers. Then, with a record-breaking pace, you felt the third high of the night catch up to you.

"I'm gonna – Joel, fuck," you cursed, your toes curling in panic because if he wouldn't release you after this one, you were sure, you would break down crying.

"Yeah. Cum for me, desperate 'lil thing… Yeah, keep goin'… That's it," Joel groaned and suddenly reached for your breasts, removing the clamps from your nipples and twisting them between two fingers instead while finally releasing too. Ropes of cum filled you up to the brim, sticking to your walls like warm honey and making you all hazy and dumb. Still taken by your own third high of the night, you moved your knees up to your chest and shakingly brought your finally released hands to your lips to nibble at your thumb.

"Fuckin' god…," Joel growled, pushing back one last time to make sure his cum wouldn't spill out of you and then withdrew from your aching and overstimulated center.

"Jesus. This is what you were fuckin' made for. Cryin' 'n' moanin' over my cock."

He spanked your thigh before crawling down your body. Before you could process what was happening, he had removed the vibrator from your clit and his tongue was deep inside of your hole, his nose nudging against your hurting clit and your chest buckling.

"Joel, no…," you sobbed, throwing your head to the side and cursing his insatiability.

"Please, you said – you said you'd stop," you cried so heartbreakingly that he almost felt sorry for you. But what weighed heavier was his desire to taste both of your releases on his tongue so he didn't hesitate when he licked a strip up your slit, settling his tongue against your clit and rubbing over the sensitive underside.

"No… It's too much, Joel, please. I – I can't. I can't – "

The sentence was left unfinished, your lids fluttering and your nose wrinkling as he worked on your pussy like he had a job to do. Like he had never wanted anything as much as making you finish a fourth time tonight.

"Just one more, babygirl," he murmured, the words muffled by the way he pressed himself against your core.

"You already said that," you stuttered, sniveling loudly and not caring how gross it was. After all, your fragile state was his own fault.

"Just this one, babydoll. After that we'll be done. I fuckin' promise you. You've been so good for me… Such a good girl… Gonna let your body rest, just need you to cum on my tongue one last time."

The praise had its desired effect, your face softening at his sweet words. He was manipulating you, using your delicate and vulnerable state to get what he wanted and part of you knew that, but you couldn't do anything about it. His affectionate muttering made you melt away like snow in the sun and within seconds you opened your legs wider for him, clinging to the bedsheets while Joel's tongue guided you closer to the edge again.

He switched between your hole and clit, using his fingers to get the hood covering your bundle of nerves out of the way and drawing pattern across it. And when he craved a taste of your salty juices, he trailed the tip of his tongue down to your hole, pressing a captivating kiss on your entrance before dipping it inside. The method worked so well on you, you were being turned into a mess after minutes. Your hands were in his locks now and Joel didn't even mind. He relished everything about you, the moans and yelps, the way your face tensed and your forehead furrowed, the slight sting you created on his scalp and of course, first and foremost your taste and smell.

"C'mon. Cum for me, I got you…"

You whined as if you were in pain, but when your body began to tremble Joel proudly smirked and greedily kitten-licked your entrance.

"That's it, that's my good girl, keep cummin'… Wanna taste every last drop on my tongue…"

Your fingers and thighs twitched like you were energised, your lashes frantically moving until you collapsed with one last whimper.

"Fuck, yeah… Breathe now, doll, breathe… You're okay. You did so fuckin' well…"

Joel crawled up your soft body, propping himself on his elbows next to your head and leaning in to give you a tender and deep kiss. Then he grabbed your hands, carefully caressing the sore and red skin where the ribbon had left a little mark and placed them on top of your chest.

"Breathe… Jesus, baby, you're so good. So sweet and perfect, I love you so much."

He cradled the side of your face, brushing with his thumb over your temple where your pulse was thundering behind your skin.

"J-Joel?" you whispered, half-litted eyes searching for his face through the cloudy veil.

"Yeah, babygirl?"

"Are you still angry with me?"

Fresh tears were collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to break down at the faintest hint of disappointment or anger in his face or voice. But Joel sighed, his eyes so soft that you wondered how this was the same person who had walked into the bedroom earlier, glaring at you with so much fury and contempt.

"No, of course not, baby. C'mere."

He rolled off you, lying down with his head on the cushions next to you and pulling your feeble body to his chest. You purred like a cat and almost wanted to cry in relief as his words fought their way through your mushy brain.

"I love you. So much, sweetpea. You're mine, my prettiest girl an' you're always safe with me."

Joel kissed you on top of your head and softly chuckled when you nestled closer to him until not even a piece of paper would have fit between the two of you.

"You know why I did it, right? Not 'cause I like seein' you in pain, but 'cause I needed you to feel what happens when you disobey me. When you do stuff behind my back an' then try to hide it. But I made you feel it 'n' I know you learned your lesson so now I'm not angry with you anymore."

You pressed your face against his collarbone, your heart fluttering at his familiar scent that reminded you of toasted almonds and sun-dried cotton while allowing the effects of his words to spread in your body. The swirling of the butterflies in your stomach region. The goosebumps on your nape.

"I love you. And I'm sorry. Really. I shouldn't have gone behind your back. Next time I'm gonna tell you if I wanna do something like that."

He draped his arm around your back, slowly stroking up and down your bare skin while his other hand was busy combing through your hair.

"Good. I know you're gonna learn from your lesson."

Joel slightly adjusted his position and then darted down at you.

"What do you wanna do now? I'm gonna clean ya up now, but then? You wanna cuddle? Or watch a movie like we talked about? Or just go to sleep? Eat something?"

Your head was spinning from all the options, your eyes big, which made Joel chuckle lowly.

"How about I get a washcloth and while I'm gone you think about it?"

You hesitated for a second, but then nodded.

"But be fast. I – I want you to be close to me."

"Of course babygirl. I'll be right back."

Joel kissed your brow and then got off the bed. You watched him with a heavy heart because every moment apart of him seemed like torture right now, but fortunately he stayed true to his words and hurried up. You could hear the water tap running and then, what felt like a second later, Joel walked through the door and knelt on the edge of the bed with a soft, assuring smile on his lips.

"Open your legs. I'll be careful, I promise."

Your overstimulated pussy rejected the touch of the rough fabric, yet you clenched your teeth and found comfort in the way Joel held your hands with his left while his right hand carefully cleaned the inside of your thighs, as well as your folds that were still sticky with your arousal – despite the way he had used his mouth on you to lick up every last drop.

His focused gaze was on what hid between your thighs, but the soothing, mellow looks he gave you every few seconds were just what you needed to relax on the bed until you barely paid attention to the way the washcloth brushed over your swollen folds anymore.

When Joel was done, you had also made a decision concerning the plan for the rest of the night and excitedly for his return, you intertwined your hands. He quickly made his way back to the bathroom, but this time he was even faster than previously.

"Okay, honey," he spoke as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands holding yours while he invitingly observed you.

"What do you wanna do?"

"A mixture of what you said before," you grinned and slightly sat up in the bed.

"I wanna watch a movie and cuddle until we fall asleep."

Joel lifted your hand to kiss the back of it before gently placing it on your stomach.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He suddenly slipped an arm under your knees, the other wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

"Okay. Then let me help my princess get to the couch."

You giggled and clutched your hands around his shirt while Joel picked you up and leaned down to kiss your naked shoulder.

"I love you. More than anythin' in the world."

His voice was quiet, almost as if he was scared that anyone else would be able to hear them.

Because they were directed at you and you only.

You, the only person that truly mattered to him.

[paulyenvol6]

Hii can you write a fic wherr joel find out that reader has been buying several "toys" behind his back without his permission. So he punished her by using all that toy at once while fucking her

Absolutely, love the idea!!! Thanks for the request <3

[paulyenvol6]

His Favorite Girl

dbf!Joel x female reader

My first time writing for dbf!Joel, but I enjoyed this so much. Hope you're going to like it as well :)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, dirty talk, crying, praise, choking, needy and subby reader, softdom!Joel, fear of getting caught, implied age gap (Joel is reader's father's best friend), size difference, pet names (baby, babygirl, sweetheart), mentions of blow job, no aftercare, possessiveness

Wordcount: 2,287

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"Jesus fuckin' christ…"

Your wide eyes stared up to him, glistening with tears again which caused Joel to frown, but he didn't slow down his punishing pace.

"Holy shit, babygirl, takin' it so well. But why you're cryin' for daddy? Is it too much for your 'lil pussy? Or 'cause you're scared?"

His voice was airy and low, his hot breath brushing over his ear while he coaxed another small whimper out of you.

"Daddy," you whined, clutching the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. "Daddy, please, I… I need you."

"I know, babygirl. And daddy's right 'ere. But we don't wanna summon your real daddy, isn't that right? We don't want 'im to hear you so we're gonna be all quiet. Can you do that?"

Joel reached down to spread your legs wider, pinning down your knees so you had no choice but to keep your pussy on display for him.

Holy shit.

Fucking you was always an out-of-body experience, but holding you down like this, your body tiny and helpless caged under his and a hand lingering at your neck like he was warning you not to make too much noise? His mind felt blank and he had to hold back not to empty himself inside of you on the spot.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, much too loud for Joel's liking, and he therefore suddenly placed a hand on your mouth, growling low in his chest and gritting his teeth.

"Look at you, mhmm?" he whispered so quietly that you struggled to understand him through your mushy brain. "Look at you gettin' that pussy fucked while your dad is in the other room… Just think of what he would do. What he would do if he saw his best friend wrecking his sweet 'lil princess. He doesn't know what a naughty girl you are. That you're creaming on his friends' dick right now and gettin' off on havin' that pussy torn apart... Look at me."

He slapped the side of your thigh, curling his lips as your eyes met with his again, and then slowly started to put pressure around your throat, squeezing gently while your pupils frantically flickered over his face. You moaned and whimpered, but it was muffled under his palm, your body flinching and arching while his dick showed no signs of slowing down any time soon.

"Sh sh sh…," Joel made, flexing his hand around your neck and pursing his lips as the first tear rolled down your cheek.

"Oh babygirl… No need to cry for daddy. He's treatin' you so well, isn't he? Or are you still scared that we're gonna get caught? Scared that your dad will throw you out of his house?"

You shook your head under the weight of his large hand sprawled out on top of your mouth, your lashes fluttering when Joel slightly moved up the bed to change the angle with which he repeatedly thrust into your cunt.

"Yeah babygirl… I know. Let daddy make ya feel good. I know what this 'lil pussy needs."

He tilted his head, flaring his nostrils as he squeezed your neck a little tighter only to loosen his hand after a while and relish the pink mark.

"So fuckin' pretty for me… Makin' daddy's dick twitch, you feel that? You feel my tip askin' for more?"

There was no way for you to answer, but the way your pinched your eyes shut was telling.

"Yeah baby… All you gotta do is take it. Look pretty for me and take it… And you're doin' it so goddamn well like someone taught ya. But no one did, right? Daddy had to do it all."

Joel suddenly loosened his grip around your neck, bringing his hand between your legs where he found your clit within seconds.

"I know, I know…," he hushed your gasps as his thumb came in contact with the sensitive nub, rubbing you in circles just the way he knew you liked it.

"I know, babygirl. Gonna make you fall apart 'round me. Gonna make you scream my name, but then I gotta shut you up 'cause if I don't we're gonna get caught and daddy can never touch this 'lil pussy again. And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

He rolled your clit between two fingers, wryly grinning at your blown pupils. He knew that the sensation for you was overwhelming and intense because not only were you always so responsive to his touch and the way his dick filled you, but a slut like you got off on doing it in the room right next to your father's. You got off on the thrill, the risk of getting caught only adding to the pleasure of it all and Joel, who could read you like a book, was happy to push you further until you couldn't bring out a coherent sentence. 

"Answer me. Tell me who this pussy belongs to? Tell me who owns her."

Your eyes rolled back, Joel already preparing himself to ask again, when your lips moved.

"I – I…," you began, reaching for him with your hands, but you were unsuccessful due to the lifelessness in your limbs.

"Belongs to you, daddy. Only to you. Don't want anyone else to touch her."

"I know that's right… She's all... mine."

Joel brushed along the underside of your clit, his shallow breathing picking up in pace as you wriggled beneath him, your moans growing louder under his precise actions.

"Shhh, babygirl… Quiet now or daddy's gonna have to shut you up again."

He raised his chin, an affectionate hand reaching for your breasts where he trailed a line down to your stomach, gently pressing down to keep you still. He loved seeing you like that, all uncontrolled and messy, but at the same time it made it harder for him to fuck you steadily and he had to be quick after all.

"You're gonna cum for daddy? C'mon baby, I know you want to."

"Daddy," you whined, your voice high-pitched and new drops of tears collecting on your waterline.

"Yeah. I'm here, babygirl. Gonna make you cum all over my dick, but you gotta be quick, okay? We don't wanna get caught, do we?"

Joel took your clit between two fingers, rubbing it and making pleasure gush from your center through your whole body. You cried out, legs bending and your hands grasping the bedsheets to get rid of the tension that was prickling in your fingertips.

"I know, sweetheart," Joel soothed you, pressing a hand on your mouth because he feared that your whimpers were beginning to grow too loud again. He would have loved to hear them without any restrictions, making you scream his name until it rang in his ears, but he would have to save it for another day.

He chuckled as your body flinched, your lids twitching when Joel firmly pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves.

"That's it, mhm? That's the spot? You like that, pretty girl?"

"F-Fuck… Yes, I… Oh – "

It was mindless stuttering that Joel was barely able to understand due to the way he was muffling your cries, but it aroused him nonetheless. Seeing you fall apart just from a flick of his fingers.

"I'm gonna cum soon, daddy," was the next thing you whined, your teeth sinking down hard on your bottom lip and your eyes wide and blown with pleasure and pleading.

"Yeah? My babygirl's gonna soak my dick? That's right...," Joel murmured, stroking a few strands of hair out of your face and running his fingers through your silky locks.

"You're so good to your daddy, aren't ya? Always doin' as you're told and lookin' so goddamn pretty trapped beneath me. And you're gonna take my cum like a good girl. Lemme fill that pussy and have it drippin' down your leg. And then you're gonna go downstairs to your dad and pretend his best friend hasn't just wrecked his sweet daughter's 'lil pussy."

You squealed, your body tensing and heating up under his obscene words and then one last circle of his finger was all it took for you to orgasm. Fortunately, Joel was prepared and pressed down hard on your mouth before the high-pitched noises could spill out of your mouth.

"There ya go…," Joel hushed you, keeping his hand firm on top of your mouth while rolling his hips against yours to chase his own high.

"Yeah I know, babygirl… I know. Daddy takes such good care of his favorite girl… Just let it happen, I'm gonna catch ya."

Your eyes were big and teary, dilated pupils staring up at him as though you had just seen Jesus in your bedroom and your broken cries almost quiet under his calloused palm.

"Yes, baby. Let it all out…"

Joel covered the side of your face with kisses, his beard stubbles tingling on your skin, but you almost didn't perceive the sting. Joel rubbed you through your orgasm, keeping his finger connected to your clit until he felt that the effects of your release started to fade and so he withdrew, solely focused on crossing the bridge himself now.

"Daddy," you whimpered, your half-lidded eyes on his lips as though you were begging for a kiss.

"Shhh," he made, slightly relaxing his hand on top of your mouth and his unoccupied hand reaching for your chest.

"Quiet, sweetheart. Don't forget, we don't want anyone to hear us. Daddy's gonna fill you up now. You want that? Want to feel daddy's cum in your tight pussy? Bet she loves to suck it in, mhm?"

Joel's hand roughly kneaded your breast, tracing the outline with his thumb before exhaling loudly.

"Jesus fuckin'… You feel so goddamn good. So tight 'n' warm…"

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, a clear sign that he was about to burst and so you consciously clenched around his length, rejoicing when you heard him groan.

"Fuck. Fuck, oh…"

And then Joel followed you over the bridge, his eyes closing shut and his hand on your breast squeezing once before loosening and coming to rest on top of your torso. The warm, sticky and very familiar feeling of Joel's seed filling you up gushed from your center, your walls deliciously tensing around him in order to keep his cum inside of you to the entirety.

"Good girl," Joel instantly purred, panting in your ear and his hand still covering your mouth because you simply were unable to stay silent.

"That's it… Took it all, you see? Took it so well she doesn't even want me to pull back," Joel chuckled lowly and glanced down to where he was still balls-deep inside of you.

"Don't pull out yet. Please," you demanded, staring up to him with wide-eyed panic.

"But I have to, babygirl. Your father's probably already wondering where you are. We don't want to explain this, do we?"

"But please. Hurts when you're not inside," you insisted, causing a grin to form on his lips.

"Oh yeah? It hurts when daddy's not inside of you? Then he shouldn't leave you empty for too long, right?"

You shook your head, but whimpered in frustration when Joel slipped his flaccid dick out of you and quickly tucked himself back in.

"Don't ya worry, baby. Gonna fill ya up again soon. But next time your mouth's gonna get my load. Just how we talked about it…"

Your eyes lit up, your body suddenly much more energetic and powerful than just a few seconds ago. The prospect of tasting him the next time he would come over to your house made your heart flutter and you even managed to give him a hint of a smile while Joel pulled your panties up your bare legs, adjusted your skirt and put your shirt back on.

"Thank you daddy," you murmured in the end, your head low and your mind elsewhere while Joel pulled you by your arm to make you sit up straight.

"Not daddy now. Make sure your pretty head won't forget that. It's Joel now and if you ever wanna have this pussy or mouth full of my dick ever again, you're gonna remember that. You're gonna behave yourself and not let anyone know about what I did to you. Have I made myself clear?"

You nodded with your head, allowing Joel to help you rise to your feet.

"Yes, Joel."

"Good. Now take this and clean your face and dry up your tears. And jesus stop cryin'."

He was referring to a single tear making its way down your face until it touched the curve of your upper lip. You reached for the tissue he offered you, but with a glimpse at your trembling hands, Joel sighed, shook his head and did the work himself. He carefully rubbed over your cheeks and chin, wiping away the remains of your tears with gentle hands. You had your eyes closed and your breathing was steady, almost like a cat's purr. And the view didn't make it possible for Joel to do anything about the soft smile growing on his face.

When he believed that he was done, he threw the wet paper tissue in the trash can and then leaned in to kiss your lips, making you open your eyes into his.

"So pretty. Always look so pretty..."

You sniffed and bashfully chewed on your bottom lip, but then blinked when Joel pulled you toward the door, which would lead you back to reality.

"You know what to do, little one?" Joel asked, taking a step aside so you could be the first one to leave the room.

"Yes," you replied briefly, your mind already prepared to treat Joel for what he was for the rest of the day. Your dad's best friend.

"Okay. Go on, then. And remember what I told you."

He kissed your forehead one last time before guiding your hand to the cold metal door handle, which you grabbed and then pushed down.

[paulyenvol6]

Agree To Disagree

Pedro x female reader

I was dealing with very bad period cramps the other day so I decided to write something about Pedro taking care of reader while she's in pain and came up with this very fluffy and sweet one shot. Enjoy :)

Contains: fluff, sweetness overload, Pedro and reader are married, mentions and descriptions of pain, period cramps, Pedro being a dream, playful fighting

Wordcount: 2,471

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You shifted in your chair, your whole body pulsing under the horrible pain.

You darted at your watch, your face dropping and your eyebrows drawing together as you thought about how many more hours you would have to work before you could finally crawl into your bed with a hot water bottle and get into a more comfortable position than sitting by your desk. You sighed and swallowed hard, the burning sting that was coiling in your lower belly and spreading in your whole body making its way up to your chest. The pain you experienced while on your period was always terrible, but today was especially bad. You sighed again, resting your elbow on the table and dropping your brow onto your palm while concentrating on your breathing.

In and out.

Your face twisted in pain and now the sorrow seemed to have reached your thighs as well, leaving a thin layer of cold sweat on top of them. You just wanted to turn in your chair, roll on your side or in fact do anything that could possibly defeat the discomfort, but it wasn't even 3pm yet and there was an important meeting on your schedule so this was definitely not an option. But at the same time you knew you wouldn't be able to focus on your work like this, your mind clouded and dizzy with this awful, disgusting pain.

In addition to that, you had started to feel cold and craved a jacket to warm your body that was only covered by a thin blouse, but in order to do so, you would have to get up and that would mean supporting your weight on your weak knees.

A knock on the door made you snap out of your thoughts and you absent-mindedly cleared your dry throat.

"Yes?"

The door slowly opened, but you were yet to turn toward your husband, your whole attention on moving your hips to find a more comfortable position.

"Hi baby. I was wondering if you wanted some tea. I'm gonna make some now. You can have mint, black, lemon or… oh yeah, berries."

He stopped, frowning as your back was still facing him and took a step toward you.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Pedro demanded to know, his eyes big with concern for you. Now you finally turned your head, pleadingly looking up to him and wrinkling your forehead as another wave of pain crashed upon you like a tsunami that was leaving you no choice but to fully surrender to it.

"I don't know… No. I have period cramps. Bad ones."

He furrowed, pursing his lips and then put his hands on his hips.

"Then what are you still doing here working? We're gonna get you in bed and you're gonna choose a tea flavor and I'm gonna make you a hot water bottle. And I'll get you pain killers."

Your heart fluttered at his caring nature, but you still weren't convinced.

"Pain killers sound good, but the rest… I have an important meeting at 5pm. I shouldn't miss it."

Pedro sighed and then dropped to his knees next to you, carefully grabbing your hand like it was made of glass and running his thumb over your knuckles. He was so attentive, so aware of what you enjoyed when you were suffering from cramps and what you couldn't stand. You were't the biggest fan of much body contact during these days just because most of the time the discomfort was so bad, you just wanted to be left alone and focus on the sting, but your hand enclosed by his was fine. It wasn't just fine, you were welcoming it.

"I'll get you those pain killers at once. But please get in bed now. You should really rest and listen to your body instead of working right now. Is there any way to delay the meeting?"

You shrugged, leaning your head against the backrest and closing your eyes as drops of sweat were pooling on your brow.

"Maybe. I just… God, this is so annoying and inconvenient and I just wanna work now instead of lying in bed."

Pedro squeezed your hand once, his eyes soft and big while he nodded his head in understanding.

"I'm really sorry. And of course I get that you would rather not lay in bed, but it's not your fault. It's not on you so don't feel bad for resting until you feel better."

He suddenly rose to his feet, holding on to your hand and affectionately looking down at you.

"I'm gonna make you some tea. And in the meantime you'll make the call and tell them they're gonna have to delay the meeting. And when I get back you better lay in bed."

He smiled softly which was taking out the uncompromisingness in his words and then let go off your hand.

"I'll be right back."

Before you could protest Pedro was out of the door and you found that you had no choice but to do as he had suggested. He was right, of course. You were in no state to sit at the desk, let alone make important calls. Your insides felt as though they were being torn in pieces, your blood throbbing in your veins and your limbs heavy and limp.

And so when Pedro returned to your bedroom, you were snuggled up in bed, your body resting on the side and your hair covering most of your face. He gave you a sad smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed and searching for your eyes in the mess that was your hair.

"Oh baby…," he cooed, putting the cup of boiling tea on the nightstand and pursing his lips as if he was thinking.

"What do you need? I have the pain killers with me, so you can take one as soon as the tea has cooled down a little. And I can get you something to eat if you want. Oh, and I have a hot water bottle, of course. Here."

He reached to the floor behind him and then pulled back the blanket slightly to slip it underneath.

"Thank you," you murmured, your body instantly relaxing when it came in contact with the warm object.

"You're welcome. I'm so sorry, y/n. I wish I could do more for you."

You slightly shook your head, glancing up to him through half-closed eyes.

"You're already doing so much for me."

Pedro smiled, his whole face gleaming with adoration and care for you that truly was the best medicine for your aching body.

"Can you come in bed as well? We could watch something…," you whispered and exhaled in relief when he wasted no time to walk to his side of the bed, took off his slippers and climbed onto the bed.

"Of course. But you tell me if you need anything, okay? Promise me. I can also head to the store. If you need pads or anything…"

Your heart was full, your eyes watering at his words. You had never felt so unconditionally loved in your entire life and it felt goddamn amazing. This man made you feel valuable, cared for, loved and truly appreciated.

"Thank you, Pedro. Really."

His eyes were still round with worry, but he seemed to accept the fact that all you needed right now was him.

"What do you wanna watch?" he asked, reaching for the remote on the nightstand. You adjusted in the bed, your head snug against your favorite pillow and the hot water bottle right on your lower belly where the pain was gushing from.

"Can we watch the White Lotus? I need a comfort show."

Pedro's lips curled into a smile as he turned on the TV.

"Sure. What season?"

"Two."

He chuckled and pressed various buttons on the remote to comply to your wishes.

"Of course, season two. Your favorite."

You shrugged, smirking as you watched his profile.

"It's objectively the best."

"Yeah, but season three? It was fucking awesome."

You sighed, shifting to move a little closer to your husband until you could rest your head on his shoulder.

"I liked season three. But it can't top season two. I don't think any season ever can."

"Agree to disagree."

The two of you exchanged a brief glance, your eyes small with acted anger before you both turned your gazes to the screen where Pedro scrolled through the episode guide.

"Episode 1?"

You nodded and then the next thing you perceived was the HBO intro.

For the next hour the two of you were captured by the events happening on the screen before your eyes and the combination of the entertainment, the warmth on your belly and Pedro's presence was enough to make you forget about the pain. To some extent, at least. Toward the end, it became even better because the medicine started to show an effect and when the credits were rolling you turned to Pedro with a broad smile.

"I'm feeling better, baby," you whispered and closed your eyes as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"That's so good to hear. Was it the magic of season two?"

"Maybe?" you mysteriously shrugged and let him grab your hand to kiss the back of it without breaking eye contact.

"Are you hungry? What about some pineapple?"

The thought actually made your stomach rumble and you abruptly draped your arms around his neck, causing Pedro to laugh out.

"Oh my god. Yes. Please."

"Alright. But you'll have to let go off me for a moment. I'll be quick though."

You unwillingly loosened your hands, withdrawing, but couldn't supress a scoff.

"You'll be quick? You're terrible at chopping fruit and vegetables."

Pedro lifted his eyebrows, raised his hands in defense and then swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"I can be quick if it's urgent. Just watch me. Stop the time."

You giggled and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

"You actually want me to?"

"Yeah. Do it. I bet I'll make it in 5 minutes."

He needed 8 minutes. 8:27 to be exact. And when he kicked the door open with his foot, he was panting like he had just ran a marathon and sweat was pooling on his brow.

"How fast was I? I bet it was under 5 minutes."

You broke into laughter, but your eyes brightened up at the sight of the delicious looking fruit that he had split up in two bowls.

"You're not just slow, but also have a really bad feeling for the time."

Pedro's lips formed a pout, his eyes having never looked more like they belonged to a puppy and you instantly softened.

"I'm just kidding. Thank you so much, baby. You're the best."

You gave him a kiss and then grabbed the bowl that he offered you with relish.

"Seriously though, how long was I away?"

"8 minutes and 27 seconds."

"Oh Jesus."

The two of you laughed out, but soon Pedro got serious again and darted down to your stomach.

"How are you? Is it hurting a lot?"

You shook your head, your lips twisting as he carefully connected his hand with the blanket right above the hot water bottle.

"It's much better. The pain killers are working."

"At least we know you're not pregnant, right?" Pedro wryly grinned, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Jesus, Pedro. As if there had been any doubt about that. We're always safe."

You took a bite of the pinapple and sighed at the first taste.

"Oh my god, it's so good. Thank you, baby. That's exactly what I needed right now."

It was clear that your contentment was what made him happy because he glared at your profile, shoving a small piece of fruit in his mouth with a smile that appeared to be glued to his face.

"No problem. I'd go to the moon for you, you know that right?"

Your body jolted with a supressed giggle, your head turning to watch him with small eyes.

"Liar. You on the moon? I don't think you'd make it. You'd mess with the oxygen stuff and then kill your whole crew or something," you sniggered.

"I didn't say I would be good at it. But I would do it."

Pedro shrugged, chewing on a piece of pineapple while you tilted your head deep in thoughts.

"You know what I would genuinely do for you?"

"What?"

"Jump out of a plane. With a parachute of course."

Pedro's chest vibrated with laughter, the corner of lips curling and his head shaking.

"You're just saying this 'cause you've always wanted to try it. That's like me saying I would – I would go diving in the ocean for you. Always wanted to do it."

"No that's just lame. Diving. C'mon."

Before you could add something, Pedro once again grabbed your hand and silenced you with a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

"Agree to disagree."

Despite your narrowed eyes, you dropped the topic and returned to leaning your head against his shoulder while finishing up your bowl of pineapple.

"It's so delicious. Remind me to buy pineapples more often, will you?"

"You know that I won't."

"I know that you won't, Mr Goldfish. I'll make a note on my phone."

Pedro wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush against him and sniffling with his nose nudging against your hair.

"You smell so good. How do you smell so good after being in bed for so long? Did you secretly shower while I was gone?"

You shrugged, a warm shiver running down your spin at his voice so close to your ear.

"Maybe. But you're not doing so bad either."

"Thank you, my lady."

You smiled with closed eyes, feeling Pedro's hand tighten around your bicep and pushing you impossibly close to him.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

He leaned forward to turn his head and look at you, his expression careful and a little embarrassed. "Another episode?"

You formed a wide grin with your lips, shook your head in disbelief, and playfully hit his arm with your hand.

"You dirty liar. I know it's your favorite season too. You can admit it."

"It's not my favorite. I really really like it and every season is so good that my ranking already is on a very high level, but season three will always be the best one," he spoke while once again reaching for the remote.

"I know that if you had the choice you would want to watch season two as well."

He swayed his head to the side. "Yeah, but we recently watched season three, and it's been longer since we watched season two. Remember Rick and Chelsea? And the whole story line with the family and Parker Rosey's accent? And – "

You gestured with your hands, shushing him and wrinkling your forehead.

"Pedro, Pedro, Pedro. Agree to disagree."

He hit the play button.

[paulyenvol6]

Look What You Made Me Do

Joel x female reader (No Outbreak AU)

All Joel wants is to get you home quickly, but he wasn't prepared for the tiny skirt you had picked out this morning. Together with your teasing, he finds he has no choice, but to pull off the road and make you see what happens when you push him too far.

Contains: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, degradation, objectification, dumbification, doggy, riding, mean!Joel, brat taming, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, car/public sex, spanking, dirty talk, possessive & jealous behavior, crying, gagging, use of words like whore and slut, slight aftercare

Wordcount: 6,171

Masterlist

Joel couldn't believe his eyes.

"Jesus, honey."

He dropped his head, slightly shaking it while taking a deep breath and praying that he wouldn't lose it.

"What?" you asked sweetly, your smile almost detectable in your tinkling voice. Joel's grip around the steering wheel tightened as he lifted his head with a sigh and took in your whole appearance. The scandalously short tennis skirt, the white top that did a poor job of hiding your perky nipples and the pink bow in your hair.

"You were out lookin' like that?" Joel furrowed his brow and shamlessly ran his gaze down your barely covered body.

"Yeah. Anything wrong with it? Is my hair ruined? Is the bow still in there?"

Your voice was dripping with acted innocence which drove Joel insane. He knew that you were aware of what you were doing, the effects of your appearance on men clearly visible to everyone who had two functioning eyes.

"Fuckin' christ, baby…," Joel growled, but started the car.

He was furious and wanted to reclaim what was his, but if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to do so by fucking your brains out. What was he to do with you sitting beside him like that? A little thumb at your lips, your legs crossed and the hem of your skirt fluttering in the wind, gradually revealing more of the soft skin of your thighs. And then there were your breasts that were showing so well underneath your tight top, putting on display curves that were only meant for his eyes.

"You don't like my outfit?" you whispered after a while and Joel silently cursed as he thought about how many more miles they had to go before he could toss you onto the bed and fuck you until all you could think about was his cock instead of coming up with new outfits you could go out with and turn heads with.

"I like it. I like it so much that I don't want anyone else to see you in it," Joel said coolly and through gritted teeth. You clearly didn't think of the situation as that serious because you just grinned and playfully ran a hand down your front.

"Ohhh Joel. That's so sweet of you. You know that I like when you get all angry and possessive," you breathed, leaning toward him and pressing a kiss right next to his ear.

"You're not gonna like it when I'm fuckin' done with ya. Now sit back down."

You giggled, but obeyed his order, sinking back onto your butt, but your body still vibrating with laughter while you looked outside. And he could have sworn that your skirt was pushed even higher up your legs. His eyes reflexively darted to you every now and then, his heart pounding so loudly that he could feel and hear it in every part of his body and his back sweaty and so hot, it was almost unbearable. He had to do something and although the car was getting closer to his house with every passing second, the longer he drove, the less capable he felt of lasting the way home. And you weren't exactly making it better. 

"Maybe I wore it for you, daddy," you sulked and arched against the backrest, your breasts standing out so deliciously. So bitable. You watched his profile, observing every twitch of his brow, every flinch of his lids and every grind of his teeth with great satisfaction. Part of you wanted nothing more than for Joel to lose it, take the next drive out and fuck you right here and right now, no matter where the road would take you. And you had a feeling you were close to achieving your goal; you just had to push him a little further.

"Stop," Joel hissed through his clenched jaw, his knuckles painfully white from the amount of force with which he held on to the wheel. It was his only way to ground himself because apart from that he was completely at your mercy, his ears with no choice but to listen to each of your sweet words and his mind too weak to stop the occasional glances in your direction.

"What?" you asked all guiltlessly and unknowingly although the glint in your eyes was more than telling. Slowly, and without taking your eyes off him, you glided a hand between your legs and bit down on your bottom lip, sighing in relief as two of your fingers came in contact with your clothed pussy.

"Jesus FUCKIN' Christ, baby, I have to concentrate right now," Joel shouted, panic clouding his mind and his heart racing even faster, but perhaps the main reasons for his reactions were your mindless and irresponsible actions. He wanted to wipe away the sweat drooling on his forehead, but he feared to let go off the steering wheel and risk causing an accident because his body was so tense and felt like it was on fire. His hands clutching to it was the only thing calming him and keeping him from devouring you like a wild animal.

"But she's aching for you, daddy…," you moaned, carefully starting to roll your hips in accordance to the movements of your hands and rejoicing when Joel glared at you from the corner of his eyes.

"She needs you so bad… She's been droolin' for you all day. Just take a look under my skirt, it's so so wet, daddy. And it's all for you."

Your voice was so quiet and airy, Joel's teeth sank down on his lower lip to supress a groan. He needed you. And he needed you now. He needed you in every way known to mankind and if he didn't do anything about it soon, he was sure he would either burst in his jeans or cause an accident by being hypnotized and mesmerized by you and stopping to look at the traffic.

"Can I touch her?" you asked, no, whined and by the looks of it, pressed the palm of your hand against your clit, creating some stimulation, but not enough to properly please yourself.

"No!" Joel barked, shifting his hips slightly because his pants were uncomfortably tight around his hard dick which was only distracting him further from the traffic.

"You keep those hands to yourself now until we're home. And I swear to god, babygirl… I'm not gonna go easy on you. Walkin' around in this goddamn short skirt and tryin' to distract me all the fuckin' time. I want you to shut up now, fold your hands in your lap like a good girl and keep still until I've parked this fuckin' car."

He really hoped that his words and the dominance in his voice might have an impact on you, but he seemed to be wrong. For a moment it worked and Joel was almost about to exhale without even having noticed that he had held his breath in tension, when you spoke up again, a mischievous grin on your lips that Joel wasn't able to see.

"I could give you a hand, daddy, you know? It hurts me to see you feeling so uncomfortable. He probably just needs my hand stroking up and down and then you'll feel much better. I can see how painful it must be… Just wanna be good for you."

Joel grinded his teeth in frustration and then suddenly turned the steering wheel around, making you gasp in surprise. With newfound determination, born of a flash of inspiration, he took the next gateway and drove the car onto the highway, heading wherever it might lead.

"What are you doin', Joel?" you asked with big eyes. While you had fantasised about him taking you in the car out in the nowhere, you hadn't expected him to actually do it.

"Shut up," Joel snapped, pinching his eyes as he stared ahead of himself in concentration.

There was a crossroad and without really knowing why, he chose to turn right where the forest seemed to become denser. And it was true, a couple of miles later the two of you found yourselves on a rarely travelled country road leading in serpentines through the thick forest. The small path to your right was more than convenient and so, driven by pure and throbbing lust, Joel chose to turn the indicator to the right and drove the car into the forest. By now, you were aware that speaking was unnecessary so you settled with smirking to yourself and listenening to your own racing heartbeat.

After one or two more minutes all you could see around you were tall fir trees, through which the sun rays could just reach and create mystical patterns across the thicket. That's where Joel stopped the car. He turned the keys, sighed deeply and then reached to cup your face and pull you flush against him. His lips began to devour your mouth, forcefully pushing against you and using his hands to turn and tilt you the way he wanted you. He tasted of coffee and mint, his lips a little dry - probably from the way he had sucked and bit down on them the past minutes - but god he had never felt better.

Joel's tongue carefully – at least in contrast to the rest of his actions – brushed over your lips, demanding entrance and you were pleased to grant him access to your mouth. Everything was heated, the air in the car already too thin and stuffy, but right now neither of you could bring yourself to pull back and open a window or a door. You couldn't, even if you wanted to try.

A large calloused hand that didn't allow any doubts was firm on your cheek, holding you in place just like it was feeling the softness and heat your face radiated. His left hand was no less bold, making its way down to explore more of your body, which frankly wasn't very well covered anyway. He groped your breasts, roughly kneading the flesh and squeezing it every now and then to elicit a soft whimper from you. Soon, the piece of clothing was pulled over your head and carelessly landed to your feet where you curled your toes into the fabric and trembled as Joel twisted a stiff nipple between two fingers.

"You're so fuckin' dirty, aren't ya? Did all of this just to drive me insane…," Joel murmured against your lips, softly picking at your bottom lip. His beard stubble grazed your upper lip, thrilling you with tingles and scratches.

"Please, Joel… Need to feel you. On my pussy, please…"

"Yeah? Not so cocky now, are ya, babygirl?" he commented with a scoff and slid a hand around your waist to pull you closer although the car seats were a restriction, causing him to growl in dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' hell…," Joel cussed and then suddenly brought a hand under your skirt and cupped your pussy without a warning. You yelped against his lips, jolting backward, but Joel's hand under your chin kept you right where he wanted you, his fingers delicately, yet warningly brushing over your skin.

"Stupid 'lil girl… You don't know what situation you just brought yourself in."

He withdrew, watching your face from a small distance as he began palming your clothed center and it was more than satisfying to finally have him touch you, but he was yet to fight off the smoldering, coiling heat around your clit.

"Joel," you murmurated, your hands grasping his face as if anything could settle his swirling mind right now, but even your pretty doe eyes didn't move anything in him.

He was controlled by his dick and his dick wanted to wreck you.

The air between you crackled as if a small fire had combusted far away, the air torrid and incandescent and so full of animalistic lust, that you felt like you were about to do things that were out of your reach. And his palm felt so… heavy and firm against your core, yet so vague and unsure in what he was doing, but of course you knew it was all a mask. Joel would have been able to make you cum within minutes, especially with you being in a state like that. He was choosing not to. He was choosing to make you suffer and you knew that you deserved it.

Reflexively, you began rolling your hips against his palm, part of you hoping that he would give you that freedom, but you should have known better. Joel's hand around your chin travelled dowards to gently squeeze your throat once, then twice before using it as leverage as he leaned in to bite the skin of your jaw.

"No. And you better not test me."

"Joel," you pressed, your eyes pinching shut and your chest heaving under the air restriction. He carefully, as if to tease you, moved his flat hand, rubbing the base of his palm against your stiff clit, but it only elicited a painful wail from you. Everything was too slow, too vague and too soft and you needed to let him know.

"Please. Please, daddy." Joel's hand suddenly snatched your throat tightly, causing you to cry out, and then nudged his nose against your temple.

"Oh yeah? I'm daddy now? You're all needy 'n' whiny 'n' need me to take care of ya so you call for your daddy? S'not how this works, sugar."

You clasped your hand around his, pulling and scratching while you gasped for air, but Joel was deliberate and unwavering as he held you firmly, pushing your boundaries and making you suffer until he loosened his grip when he saw your eyes rolling back. You whimpered, your eyes fluttering close when he pressed his palm against your core more firmly and then started to rub. It was still slow, but the movements were more powerful and with much more force so you considered it progess. Joel's right hand that had previously been around your throat wandered to the back of your head, ensnaring his fingers in your hair and gently, yet unambiguously yanking you back.

"I don't think you deserve this, babygirl… Don't think you deserve to have your pussy treated this well. Tell me. Tell me why I should go on instead of leaving you drippin' for me."

You moved your hands to his in panic, gripping his wrist while giving him your biggest deer eyes.

"N-No... I need it."

The slap came unexpected and you squealed although it hadn't been very forceful.

"Tell me why I should give it to ya. You show up 'ere dressed like a fuckin' whore that looks like she'd spread 'er legs for any creature with a dick and then you won't stop bothering me on our way back home even though I told you a hundred fuckin' times to shut your mouth. You haven't been good. You've behaved like a ungrateful bitch."

Tears pooled in your eyes, the realisation of your mistakes clear to you all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, daddy. I – I… I only wanna be good for you. And I thought you'd like my outfit. Thought you liked seeing my l-legs."

Your voice broke at the last syllable, his palm flush against your throbbing clit provoking you to let out a low whine which was rumbling in your chest. His calloused skin felt so good against your bundle of nerves, you wanted to scream, but at the same time you wanted to beg him to give you more.

When he withdrew, you jerked forward, controlled by a desperate need to cage his hand between your legs, but of course you didn't stand a chance. Joel just laughed at your attempts and then reached behind your head to form a makeshift ponytail while you were still regretting the loss of contact. He tilted your head, forcing you to look in his eyes and then jutted his jaw forward, his tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip.

"Show me what you got. You say you're sorry so you're gonna prove it. Show daddy how sorry you are and if you're good I'll think about fucking this pussy."

The clinging of his belt made you drop your gaze to where he singlehandedly unbuckled it along with his jeans. He had you tight in his grip while shoving down his jeans and then taking his dick out of his boxers.

"See that, babygirl? He's aching for ya. And you're gonna make it better 'cause you're the goddamn reason for this mess. Gonna lick it all up and treat him like you wanna tell him how much you regret your mistake. Have I made myself clear?"

Joel tugged at your ponytail, shaking you slightly to remind you to answer him and then grinded his teeth at your round eyes that seemed to be in awe of his leaking member.

"Yes, daddy," you whispered, but were looking down again.

"Go on then. C'mon, ain't got all day."

You adjusted your position in the passenger seat, moving your legs up so that you could kneel on the seat cushion. Then, you lowered your head to his center, all while Joel guided you with his hand. He hummed to himself watching your hand reach for his base and then exhaled sharply when your tongue that was peeping out of your mouth came in contact with his tip.

"Jesus, don't get all shy on me now," Joel barked, his left hand that wasn't in your hair reaching over your body to deliver a smack to your butt. "You know you want it. You know you wanna make a mess all over it 'cause you know it's gonna please daddy."

A wet sound gushed from where his tip was nudged against your lips and then you parted your lips at once, letting him glide down your throat in one go, the sensation so overwhelming that he painfully pulled at the roots of your hair.

"Shit, yeah… That's it."

Joel kept you in this position for a while, his hand leaving you no space to pull back despite your squirming and his dick tapping against the hilt of your throat. Only when you gagged did he let go and relaxed his hand so you could draw back to catch your breath. You inhaled greedily, darting up to him under your lashes and whimpering when you felt pressure on your scalp again.

"You go right back to work, babygirl… Ain't gonna let ya go until I'm satisfied. You wanted this, teasin' me all the way and now you're gonna take it. I'm gonna give ya what you wanted, you just wait…"

He moaned, his dick embraced by your tight walls again and started to make you bob your head around his length. He didn't go as deep as previously, but the brutal pace he set was enough to make you drool and gag, your eyes squeezed shut to prevent yourself from tearing up. You couldn't give him that satisfaction. Not after the way you had behaved earlier. Joel obviously knew how easily he was able to turn you into a needy puppet just by saying a few rough phrases to you or by making you choke on his dick for a little while, but crying and weeping around him now after such little time would definitely be one too much.

With the little freedom you had – your hand at his base pumping him and occasionally playing with his balls – you brought him further stimulation, but Joel took from your mouth what he wanted. Your tongue barely had time to trail up and down his shaft as he fucked your throat, your main focus being not to throw up all over his dick and covering your teeth with your lips. Nonetheless, your tongue sliding and drawing patterns across his length caused him to curse from time to time and your pussy sensuously clenched around nothing each time. At some point, and you hadn't even noticed his free hand traveling down your back, he kneaded the flesh of your ass, jiggling it in his palm and then actually slipped it between your legs again, pulling your tiny panties to the side. You rejoiced, a muffled yelp spilling from your mouth and your hips buckling, which made Joel scoff in arrogance.

"Keep your mouth right there. Don't ya fuckin' move or I swear to god I'll stop."

He went around your clit in tight and precise circles, making you wonder how he managed to maintain such a clear head while you were down here struggling to remember how to breathe. But perhaps it was just Joel's fingers knowing every inch of your body so well that he knew exactly where to rub, how much pressure to apply and when to flick your clit to the side. He had you soaked and slick for him in a matter of minutes and Joel noticed it himself when he eased his thumb into your hole, lowly grunting and pushing your head down to have his dick buried deep inside of you for a moment before freeing you again and returning to his steady pace.

"I bet you've been this wet since you stepped into my car. Bet you wore that to distract me and hoped I'd fuck you in that car. Let's see if you're gonna get that… Need to try harder to get my dick in your pussy, babygirl. And I think daddy isn't quite aware yet of how sorry you truly are."

Part of you knew that Joel was playing tricks on you. You simply didn't buy that he would actually neglect your pussy, one of his favorite places in the world just because you happened to act like a brat today. He was turned on and horny so ignoring your pussy would surely be a punishment for him too. Still, another much more desperate and frustrated part, told you not to test it and rather do as he told before you actually ended up sitting in the passenger seat with your drenched panties, your clit throbbing, swollen and craving a release while Joel drove the two of you home – Joel all satisfied of course. And if that were to happen, it would be the biggest catastrophe you could think of.

Therefore, you tried even harder with the freedom he granted you. You swirled your tongue around his magnificent length, grazing his veins like you meant to worship and memorise every single one and doing your best not to fight back too hard when he pressed your face down his manhood.

"Jesus christ… That's it… take it."

Meanwhile, Joel wasn't ungracious either. He was stilll playing with your pussy, rubbing and tapping against your clit in a way that made it hard for you to properly focus on pleasing him from time to time. Your movements became sloppier, your concentration fading, but it seemed as though Joel had no problems reminding you, pressing a hand on the back of your head to force himself down your throat.

Drool was smeared all over the lower half of your face, mixed with a few tears that had made their way down your cheeks and of course his precum that you hadn't been able to swallow entirely. It was messy and obscene – and so were the sounds that the two of you were producing on each other's bodies – but who cared out here in the woods with no one around?

When Joel finally released your head you were almost feeling disappointed. Not because he had made it particularly easy for you, triggering your gag reflexes and pushing you to the limits the past minutes, but because his hand between your legs came to a stop as well. You let out a noise of disapproval, darting up to him while shifting your hips in search of him, but Joel showed no reaction.

"Backseat," was all he ordered you to do, opening the driver's door to enter the car in the back while you climbed between the seats in the front. An electric wave went through your body at the sight of him, his jaw tight and his teeth grinded, his whole body tense like he was restraining himself, which drove you wild. You must be a view too with your face all messy and dirty, but Joel still limited himself to the bare minimum. Manhandling you the way he wanted you. Giving you short commands.

"Take your panties off," he barked, opening the buttons of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders while you were pulling down your drenched panties with trembling hands. When you looked at your boyfriend again, he was comfortably sitting in the backseat, his hands on the seat on either side of his hips and his legs slightly spread. His eyes were flashing as he patted his thigh, chewing on the inside of his cheek which made his neck flex so deliciously.

"Go on. Fast."

The limited space in the car slowed you down when you crawled onto Joel's lap, but in the end you managed to find a steady position, your legs straddling his thighs and your arms around his neck.

"You know what to do, dirty slut," Joel hissed, his expression still cold even as he was looking into your best puppy eyes. A slapping sound echoed against the car walls as his hand came down on your ass and you jerked forward.

"Come on. You better ride me well or I'll pin ya down on the ground outside and fuck you 'til the animals know my name."

Although the prospects of his words weren't too bad either you really didn't want to be introduced to the muddy forest soil so you gave him a nod, meeting his gaze while you grabbed his hard dick and glided it through your folds. You wanted to be good, work precisely and sensually, but in response Joel took hold of your hair and tugged it back, his teeth sinking into your skin at your jaw.

"I ain't got all fuckin' day, babygirl. You're gonna get to work right now."

You whimpered at the sting on your scalp, writhing in his grip, but managed to bring his tip to your dripping entrance where you circled it once, then twice before inserting it in your pussy. Joel and you groaned in unison, your fingers clutching the locks in the back of his head and your thigh shaking dangerously as you sank down on him.

"Jesus fuckin'…"

You considered the fact that he wasn't able to finish the sentence a good sign and it motivated you further to be so good, he would lose his mind. You took your time while allowing him to fill you, but didn't go too slowly either. In your mind it was the perfect mixture between tasting and savouring every moment and giving him enough so when he was inside of you to the hilt, you proudly grinned to yourself.

The smile was knocked off your face when Joel buried his fingers in your ass and gave your cheeks a firm squeeze.

"Stupid doll. Stupid fuckin' doll who's always tryin' to please me so desperately but can't ever make it right. Always have to guide you an' tell you what to do 'cause you're too fuckin' dumb to come up with it yourself."

He wrapped a hand around your neck, palming your throat while slowly rolling his hips underneath you.

"I thought after 2 years of dating I turned you into a good 'lil sex toy. Taught you how to be good for daddy. But look at this. Look at you puttin' in such a great effort but messin' it up every goddamn time. S'fuckin' pathetic."

You squealed and whimpered, your hands grasping his broad shoulders while he fucked into you from underneath without giving you time to adjust to his thick length.

"Now now…," he commented on the way your nails scratched his skin, kneading the side of your ass that jiggled every time Joel thrust up into you.

"Please. Please, Joel," you pressed, your voice airy and thin, not knowing what you were asking for.

"Shut up," he instantly growled, cutting off your air supply further and laughing at your pathetic little gasps. You were struggling to keep yourself up, your legs burning and your torso threatening to hunch over so you grabbed his bicep in a desperate attempt to cling to something. Joel had obviously noticed the fact that your body was beginning to be too weak to support you, but he was yet to act upon it. He was just whispering dirty things in your ear, degrading you to a pitiful mess while making you bounce on his fat dick.

"Remember how you wanted this? You still do, huh? Do you regret beggin' me like a filthy whore just 'cause you couldn't wait for 20 fuckin' minutes? I would've fucked you nice 'n' slow, babygirl… Maybe tease you just a 'lil bit for wearin' that slutty skirt, but I would've given it to my princess. Would've laid you down on your back and prepare you with my tongue and then slowly feed you my dick. And then make the both of us come and maybe even lick up the mess between your legs afterwards… But now… Look at you. Look at you cryin' and beggin'. It could've gone differently. Could've make it beautiful and romantic and sweet. But you acted like a cheap slut and so I'm gonna treat you like a cheap slut."

With these words Joel suddenly draped an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, lifted you off his dick and flipped you onto your stomach. The rough fabric of the seats left an irritating burn on your bare skin, but before you could complain about it, Joel had pulled you up by your hips so you were forced to be on all fours. Your head was spinning, your dry mouth agape and your pussy already stimulated by Joel, who hadn't wasted a second to enter you again.

"Jesus fuckin' christ… Such a good tight hole for me to use… A shame that you're such a slut. We could have so much fun together if you stopped bein' a brat."

He hit your backside hard, the pain so sudden and sharp that you arched your back away from him.

"Joel!" you pressed, your head dropping forward to rest on your hands.

"I know. I know, babygirl. You're feelin' all bad and regretful for behaving that way and you wanna be good and please me, but for some reason you piss me off again and again. Never fuckin' learn."

His hands felt like iron around your hips, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin and his dick thrusting in you at a punishing pace. Your cervix felt numb under the assault, but a kind that was strangely arousing to you. Part of you feared to let Joel know how much you enjoyed all of this because it was supposed to be a punishment after all, but somehow it didn't feel like that to you. Sure, his treatment was bordering on pain from time to time, your throat still sore and definitely bruised from his thick dick and your pussy was beginning to sting as well, but the pleasure was taking up much more space than the discomfort. In fact, the pain only seemed to add to the intoxicating thrill of it all, but you were afraid that letting Joel know wouldn't play into his cards.

It wasn't like he didn't care about you at all though. Why else would he have glided his hands between your legs again and circled your clit with that much expertise? Your eyebrows drew together, your breath hitching in your throat and your stiff nipples desperately pulsing for any kind of stimulation. Everything was overwhelming, your body on the verge of collapsing and your senses overstimulated by Joel and his dominant presence. Not only could you feel him with every inch of your body, his words had also put you in some sort of mesmerizing trance. You were humming to yourself, tears in your eyes that weren't caused by pain this time, but mere lust and the craving to reach your orgasm.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," Joel hissed under breath, his hips rapidly snapping against yours and his thumb around your nub sloppy and messy, but so good.

"Y-Yes. Yes, Joel, please..."

The last word turned into a yelp, your eyes so small you could barely make out the car door right in front of your nose.

"Cum. C'mon, babygirl. Soak my dick. Wanna feel you clench around it. Make daddy proud, c'mon."

He slapped your left cheek, then your right before slipping an arm around your body to twist your nipple betwen his fingers.

"Fuck. Fuck, Joel – I – "

You stopped, stumbling over your own words and then your body tensed up. You buckled and arched your back as waves of shock washed over you, causing you to moan and whimper and in the end you collapsed as if all your energy had been drained. Lucky for you, Joel was there to catch you and held you in place while he was still chasing his own high. You were quietly whimpering, your heartbeat fast and unsteady, but when you heard a low growl rumbling in Joel's chest everything was forgotten. You could always sense when he was orgasming based on his noises, his husky voice and catching breath so distinct. Feeling him cum inside of you was one of your greatest pleasures in life and so you savoured every moment of his dick twitching inside you and painting your sore walls with white, sticky ropes of his seed.

"Joel," you whispered, a high-pitched squeak spilling from your mouth while your pussy clenched around his length in delight.

"I know, baby," he groaned, keeping a hand firm on your hips to make you stay in place.

Then the two of you were embraced by silence for a few minutes. You were breathing heavily, your bodies and faces sweaty and flushed with the aftermath of your heated encounter and the two of you yet too exhausted to change your positions. But finding that not only was it time for you to really go home now, but you were also in need of a shower, Joel eventually withdrew his flaccid member from you and shoved his underwear up.

"Jesus," he sighed, spanking your ass one last time before picking up your panties from the floor of the car and slipping your feet through the holes. You raised your knees to help him and then turned around on clumsy legs, your skirt falling into place again.

"Joel," you mumured, unable to articulate your needs, but he understood, reached for your waist and pulled you toward his chest.

"I know, baby. Did so good. Gonna get us home now, okay?"

You nudged your nose against his collarbone, shaking your head and holding on to him like life depended on it.

"No. Don't wanna let go."

His body vibrated with soft chuckles, his palm stroking over your still bare back.

"Ohh sweetheart… It's only 5 more minutes. Then we'll be home and we're gonna shower and then we'll cuddle on the couch. I'm gonna get you somethin' to eat 'n' to drink and then we're gonna spend the afternoon together. I promise."

He carefully took hold of your head, slowly raising it from his chest and then smiling at your big eyes that were sparkling with defiance.

"I promise, babygirl. Daddy's gonna hold you all afternoon and night if you want that. We can watch a movie and I'm gonna let ya choose which one. How does that sound?"

You bit down on your bottom lip, searching his face for any sign of untruth, but could only find soft brown deer eyes that were radiating adoration.

"Okay," you whispered, giving him a explorative smile and allowing him to pull your top over your body and guide you out of the car and to the passenger seat.

Joel held the door open for you, then leaned over to fasten your seatbelt before quietly slamming the door shut and entering the car from the other side. Once there, he connected his hand with your bare thigh and squeezed it gently.

"I love you, princess. Gimme a kiss."

You nodded, stretching your body toward him and pressing your lips on his.

"Good girl," Joel cooed, cupping your chin before adjusting in the driver's seat. The he gave you a wry grin.

"And if you're always so good, daddy never has to be so rough with you again."

Your lips twisted in a smile, your eyes glancing at his profile while he started the car.

If only he knew that this really wasn't in your interest.

[paulyenvol6]

Catching Your Breath

Javier Peña x female reader

This is loosely inspired by a tweet I read hahha and I've been wanting to write something about Javi and reader with a size kink for quite a while now so it developed into this smutty one shot. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, gagging, size kink, dubcon (gonna put this here because he's very rough with reader), Javi being too big for reader, degradation, crying, dacryphilia, slapping, fingering, filthy and mean dom!Javi, reader is smaller than Javi, drunk sex, use of names like baby/babygirl/slut

Wordcount: 7,279

Masterlist

It was too hot in here.

The air was stale and thin from too many people sharing it, and the loud buzzing only added to the dizziness.

And then there was the alcohol, of course. You hadn't had much to drink, but it was enough to make the ground feel like it was tilting beneath your feet whenever you took a step, and to make you feel a little lighter and sillier than usual. You had slightly swayed to the left and right when you had left your friends' table to catch your breath by the bar and ground yourself perhaps with a glass of water, but now that you had taken a seat, your mind seemed clearer again and you even managed to order without slurring.

"A glass of water, please," you had spoken over the chattering and the loud music around you and then rested your elbows on the counter, your fingers massaging your temple and your eyes closing for a moment to give your overstimulated brain a break.

When the man behind the bar put a glass of icy clear water in front of you, you gave him a thankful nod and then rejoiced at the contrast of your burning skin against the cold surface.

"Thanks," you mouthed, but it was lost in the rumbling bass.

You gripped the glass tightly, already feeling better just defeating the sinuous heat spreading in your body and then took the first sip while sighing out. You were definitely planning to head back to your friends in a few minutes, but you felt that this was what you were in need of right now.

"Hi. Can you recommend that?"

Your head shot around and you stared into a pair of brown deer eyes, which belonged to a person unfamiliar to you.

"Sorry?" you asked, drawing your brows together, but then noticed the wry grin on his face as he pointed to your glass.

"I was wondering if you can recommend that."

You chuckled and returned the smirk while pushing it toward him.

"You wanna try? It has a… a bitter note, but I kinda like it."

His smile deepened when he actually grabbed the glass and brought it to his lips, closing his eyes in relish as he took a small sip.

"Mhmm it really is good. I think I'm gonna order one as well."

He put the glass back down and then leaned against the counter, eyeing you up and down with those pretty brown eyes.

"Javier Peña. But friends call me Javi."

"Oh so I'm friends?" you winked and took the hand he was offering you.

"You're so much more than that…," Javi breathed and you could smell the whiskey on him just like your mind seemed cloudier again. Perhaps this was his doing though.

"Y/n. But friends call me… the love of their lives." Jesus! You didn't know what had gotten into you. The alcohol and his presence loosened your tongue, causing you to say things you would usually be embarrassed to even think.

His lips curled into a crooked smirk, his eyes flashing in amusement and his hand still not letting go of yours.

"I can see that," his airy voice reached your brain despite the loud music around you, but the two of you seemed to be in your own little universe right now.

"What are you doing here, love of my life? Are you all alone?"

"No," you shook your head. "I'm here with friends. But I needed a moment to catch my breath so I decided to get myself a glass of water."

"S'good to stay hydrated. But if you really wanna catch your breath, you're talkin' to the wrong person," he whispered, his eyes dark and glimmering with a certain danger that was so appealing, your heart skipped a beat. And then there was this mischievous smile playing around his lips. It was an intoxicating combination and just the kind that made you lose your mind when it came to guys. This man knew what he was doing and together with his fiery confidence your insides did pirouettes every time he raised his raspy voice.

"Oh I think I'm right where I wanna be, then," you said, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but first and foremost you were rapt with this handsome guy.

"Then don't say I didn't warn you, baby."

You were speechless for a moment, unable to answer, but your mind was blank anyway. Javi clearly noticed how stunned you were and seized the opportunity to place a hand on the small backrest of your stool, reducing the distance between the two of you and leaning in so his breath was lingering at your ear.

"You look like you need a bit of danger though. Like you're not looking for a quiet night."

A warm shudder went through your body and you closed your eyes, focusing on your racing heart. You wanted to come up with an equally playful and flirty answer, but your brain was frozen, a million and no thought at all thundering in your head at the same time. But Javi didn't seem to wait for you reply anyway, a quiet scoff leaving his mouth while the hand that had previously rested on your backrest connected with your back.

"I don't do halfway, baby. I don't do catching your breath. But I have a feelin' you don't either. I think you wanna forget how to breathe."

You had to supress a whimper as the hand on your clothed back tightened a little and his fingers dug into your flesh.

"Am I right?" he asked, withdrawing a little to watch your gleaming, flushed profile.

"Yes. I don't want a quiet night."

You didn't know what had driven you to answer like that and you certainly didn't know what had gotten into you when Javi suddenly stood up from the bar stool, grabbed your hand, pulled you with him and you made no attempt to stop him. You just glimpsed at the back of his head, his black locks looking so soft and tender that you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through it. Perhaps you would find out soon enough.

In fact, you were so drunk on him, his appearance and his charisma that you didn't even question where Javi was taking you until you were standing in front of the toilets. He glanced over his shoulder, lifting his eyebrows as if to let you know that this was your last chance to back out, but you just bit your lip and then a sudden tug of his arm pulled you into the bathroom where you were embraced by a abrupt quietness. You could still feel the bass reverberating through your limbs and hear the distant chatter and laughter making its way through the thick walls of the bathroom. Yet, the unexpected silence was overwhelming, roaring in your ears.

Javi turned around to you, putting his hands on his hips and then shamelessly observed you from your toes up to your hair with his jaw jutted forward, his gaze stopping at the neckline of your tight black dress. Something about the way he regarded you so naturally like there was no room for questions or doubts made you feel very intimidated and you couldn't help but entangle your fingers in front of your stomach and drop your gaze to the bathroom tiles.

"Oh no, no, no," Javi instantly made, closing the distance between the two of you with one large step and bringing one hand to your chin while the other lingered at your waist.

"Not so cocky now, are we?" he whispered, tilting his head with his lips slightly parted. He looked so gorgeous and dominant, you wanted to cry out, but that would probably be rather concerning so you just swallowed to do something about your dry throat and then lifted your hands to place them on his broad shoulders.

"I want you," you said, but realised just seconds later how weak your voice had sounded.

"Again," Javi replied, his tone dripping with confidence and although you usually hated guys who were much too entitled and arrogant, you were crazy about this man's attitude. Maybe because he had every right to be cocky, given his sensational looks and tall frame.

"I want you. I need you, Javi."

Whatever it was that was speaking out of you; the alcohol, the adrenaline or just your touch-starved pussy, it didn't matter. This guy was sexy and appealing, and he wasn't timid about suggesting all the exhilarating things he was going to do to you, so who were you to question your behavior?

"I know," he whispered, chewing on his bottom lip before leaning in like he was about to kiss you, but then bringing his mouth to your ear.

"On your knees."

Everything was spinning, his words echoing in your head still seconds after he had said them, but you were yet to act upon it. First, you had to process the arousal his voice had induced and then you had to think about whether you really wanted to kneel on the dirty bathroom floor, which wouldn't exactly be comfortable to your knees either.

"But it's really filthy, right?" you muttered, glaring down to the tiles, but Javi's grip around your jaw forced you to look up to him again. His teeth were gritted and his eyes were so dark, you couldn't make out his pupils.

"Now. Don't make me repeat myself. Or I'm gonna make you hump the floor. Or better my boot."

You were about to say something, but Javi wasn't done yet, the hand that had previously rested on your waist coming up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back with the sole purpose to show you who was in control here.

"Don't ya act like a good little princess when in reality, all you want is to be tossed around. I could see through you the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time an' I know you're a little slut. You don't want it soft or sweet or tender… You want it filthy and disgusting an' I'm gonna give it to ya."

The moan that left your throat came so unexpected, there was nothing you could do to stifle it and it caused Javi to chuckle lowly.

"There ya go… Go on now. Or your naked pussy's gonna ride my boot. I keep my promises, babygirl."

With your mouth still agape and your big eyes staring up to him like you were in awe of him, you sank down to your knees in front of him. By this point, you actually didn't care about the dirty floor anymore because Javi seemed to have bewitched you with these few words. He had taken control of you, turned you into a dumb puppy that had only eyes for him, leaving you with no reasonable thoughts. He could do anything he wanted to you right now and you had a strong feeling he would take advantage of this fact.

From down here the view of his face was almost even more dreamlike, his tall body looking so dominant and powerful compared to you and the size difference made you feral. Javi grinned briefly, petted your head which only added to your feeling of smallness and vulnerability and then roughly took your wrist that had a hair tie on it. Your pupils flickered between his face and his hands around yours in confusion, your mind clearly too mushy to follow what he was doing which made Javi scoff, but aside from that he completely ignored you.

He simply detached the elastic band from your wrist, determined and unwavering in his intentions and then reached over you to grab your hair and form a ponytail. His fingers were precise and skillful, quick and as if his focus was on putting your hair back rather than being careful with you, but there was still something soft and gentle about it.

Once he was done, he straightened up again and then his hands were on his belt, unbuckling it while you were trying to figure out why this had just turned you on the way it had. You were well-aware that this was not the kind of man to take care of you, lull you in his arms and cradle you while whispering words of softness in your ear, but you had never been a fan of vanilla sex. You didn't know much about him, but everything he had said or done so far had been bristling with dominance and determination and you didn't mind at all. You were in for a ride and you were sure that he was about to give you an unforgettable night.

You snapped back to reality when Javi's fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down a little and your eyes blinking at the sight of his dick in the dim light.

Jesus Christ.

He was so huge, your eyes popped open, your mouth drying up and your pussy uncomfortably clenching around nothing.

How was he supposed to fit in any of your holes?

His dick curved slightly to the left and was so thick that your body was compelled to wrap your hand around it just to see the size difference and it was long. Longer than any cock you had ever seen. Just thinking about how deep he would reach inside of your pussy made your head spin and the ends of your nerves ignite in a hot, unfurling burn.

"Never seen a dick before, huh?" Javi scoffed and cradled your head in his hand. It wasn't a soothing gesture though, he was clearly mocking you, but your brain was too languid to feel embarrassed.

"Yes, but… but – "

"Never seen one that big, babygirl… isn't that right?"

Your eyes shot up although you hated to take your eyes off his magnificent manhood.

"Yes," you breathed, but it bordered on a painful whine.

"Open your mouth. I'm gonna make you feel how big it is. Gonna make you feel every vein until they're imprinted on the walls of your throat."

God, how much you believed every word he said… You obeyed and slightly parted your lips only to realise that it wasn't enough for him to fit inside of you. So you opened wider, unlocking your jaw and then stared at the hairy base of his dick while Javi slowly, but steadily eased himself inside of your wet, welcoming mouth. It alreay felt uncomfortable just to have him in your mouth, your lips stretched and your jaw aching after a few seconds, but your mind was quickly taken off it by Javi, who looked down at you and loudly growled.

"Jesus. Can't take it, can ya? It's gonna be really funny and entertaining if you want me to fuck you later… Can't even take it into your mouth…"

You shook your head around his length, pleadingly staring up to him to let him know that you were ready to take it all, but Javi ignored you. He just grabbed your ponytail with one hand while his other held the side of your head, keeping you still while he pushed deeper.

"Jesus fuckin' christ… You feel fuckin' tight for the fact that you had such a big mouth earlier. S'all you tryin' to be loud and confident when all you want is to be wrecked by a big dick."

You instantly gagged, your hands grasping his thighs and clutching the fabric of his jeans in your hands as a way to distract yourself from the discomfort his large manhood brought you.

"Take it… C'mon… Relax your mouth," Javi cooed, his head dropping back when his tip hit the back of your throat and he felt your tongue sliding down his length.

"That's it, little one… You're gonna take it and if you can't I'm gonna fucking make you."

He started thrusting in your throat, jerking his hips forward to glid down your throat while you struggled not to let the tears that had collected on your waterline drop. You sniffled, gagging again as you tried to cover your teeth with your lips because you really didn't want to bite him, but it turned out to be difficult with such a thick girth in your mouth.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Javi grunted, tugging at your ponytail and then bobbing your head around him in accordance to the rolls of his hips. His hips snapped sharply against you and you felt your head getting dizzy at how deep he was. It was almost unnatural, your body resisting and refusing to let him enter, but Javi didn't care. He was rough and uncompromising, taking you the way he wanted to and for one, you didn't have the strength to fight back and when you complained too loudly, he simply muffled your cries with his dick.

The first tears rolled down your face when he stopped at the deepest point, his face twisted with sheer pleasure as he looked down to where his balls were pressed against your face, your eyes rolled back and your whole body tremoring with fear and rejection, but his grip on your hair was hard as iron.

"Look so perfect on your knees, babygirl… Keep crying, it only makes you prettier."

When your hands on his legs clenched harder, a pathetic whimper leaving your throat, Javi finally withdrew, giving you a second to catch your breath which you used to press a hand on your racing heart. You darted up to him under your lashes, yelping when the tip of his dick smeared your saliva and his precum all over your swollen, aching lips.

"Look at you… So dirty 'n' so pitiful."

He pulled at your ponytail, yanking your head back and forcing you to bend your neck. Then he leaned down until his mouth was hovering a few inches above yours and he connected two fingers with your bottom lip, parting them and then giving you a cruel smile as he spitted into your mouth.

"Swallow it. Swallow it like a good girl. So even your stomach knows what I did to ya."

Javi gently slapped your cheek before positioning you as he had before, ready to continue assaulting your mouth. You whined, giving him your biggest puppy eyes and holding on to his thighs as the fear of it being too much had a cold grip on you.

"Shut up. You're prettier when you shut up. You better just take it 'cause you won't be gettin' out of this until I'm done with your mouth. And it's gonna be over sooner if you stop fightin' back."

The next thing you felt was his dick claiming your throat again and this time he immediately started fucking you. You squirmed on the ground, a burning sting in your knee caps from the hard floor and it only worsened every minute you spent kneeling for him. It wasn't what made you struggle so hard though. Your stomach and especially what was inside turned and twisted while his cock immediately made you retch and gag around him and soon, you feared to actually empty yourself on his dick, which definitely would be a mood killer.

You managed to keep going for a few more minutes, your nails buried in the back of his thighs, your eyes squeezed shut and your face twisted while tears and snot streamed down your face, but then you realised that you needed a break. Therefore you tapped against his legs, pulling against his grasp on your head with so much force that Javi let you go after a few seconds.

"P-Please," you sobbed, wiping over your eyes with the back of your hand and then meeting his flashing eyes.

"Jesus… You really can't take it?" Javi hissed, immediately taking hold of your hair again as if to make sure he was maintaining control even though he had allowed you to withdraw.

"I-I want t-to," you stuttered, your view blurry and your head throbbing while refusing to let go of his thighs.

"P-Please, I w-want your dick. Just… Please, c-can you g-go slower?"

Javi exhaled in annoyance, slightly leaning down to cup your chin.

"Show me what you got then. Show me how good you can be and if you satisfy me, I'll spare your 'lil throat. But if not, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, there won't be any tears left to cry. Made myself clear?"

It was more than you had dared to hope for so you rapidly nodded and quickly wrapped your right hand around his hard, leaking dick, taking a deep breath and then letting him slip inside your mouth again, at your pace this time. You began bobbing your head around him, keeping eye contact and palming with your hand what you couldn't reach with your lips without hurting yourself and based on the noises Javi produced, he was pleased with you so far. That didn't mean you didn't go deep, of course. You were still testing your limits, occasionally making yourself gag just to show him how hard you were trying and gliding your tongue up and down his shaft to create more stimulation.

"Fuckin' slut," Javi growled after a while and leaned over your frame to smack the side of your thigh.

His hand was on the back of your head again, but only to hold on to you rather than taking control of your movements, which you were grateful for. You liked it that way, your tears soon evaporated and your throat still sore and bruised, but you didn't feel the wish for him to stop any longer. That was until Javi suddenly seemed to decide to destroy your rhythm and jerked his hips forward to push deeper. You were caught off guard, your pupils frightenedly flickering and your head flinching backward to escape his tip brushing over the back of your throat, but Javi wouldn't have it.

"It's time for me to have a little fun again, don't you think so, babygirl?" he whispered, flaring his nostrils at your round eyes and then slowly drawing back before moving in your mouth as he saw fit.

Sometimes he went slow and careful, sometimes he suddenly shot forward, thrusting so deep, you wriggled in his grip and sometimes he slipped his dick out of your mouth entirely to draw circles on top of your lips. Javi was toying with you, degrading you just like he was using you for his pleasure, but you still didn't even feel close to tapping out because at least he gave you breaks in between and allowed you to calm yourself every now and then. What you hated though, was the way you were never prepared for what was coming next and so you found yourself gasping and wailing around him, your eyes pinching close when he decided to go deep with his thrusts.

When Javi eventually found that he had enough, he slipped his dick out of your mouth, inhaling deeply while your hands dropped to the floor in front of you and you tried to collect yourself.

"God… You have a pretty 'lil mouth. But the way you're already crying…" – he clicked with his tongue – "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."

You swallowed hard, blinking away the remaining tears and then felt bold enough to lift your gaze again. Javi scoffed, cupping your chin and then his teeth sank down on his bottom lip.

"You think you're gonna be able to take it? Huh? You think you can take it into your 'lil pussy?"

Your hands grabbed his wrist, pleading eyes submissively looking up to him and it had the desired effect on Javi. He cursed to himself and the grasp around your jaw became more firm.

"I can take it, Javi. Please I want it inside. Please," you begged him, eyes teary and your chest heaving under the incandescent zeal to finally defeat the pulsing heat between your legs. Without a warning, he pulled you up by your upper arm and then grinded his teeth at the sight of you, your feet stumbling at the sudden force.

"Let's take a look at you, babygirl," Javi fizzled through clenched teeth and then shoved the straps of your dress over your shoulders with groff hands, sighing when he took in your bare chest.

"Wasn't wrong about you, was I? Filthy slut…"

You could only stare at him and knew that you must be a stupid view. Big eyes, your body stiff with tension and your mouth slightly open to greedily absorb the missing air. Javi was quick to comment on it while he peeled the fabric of your dress down your body, letting go once it was ruffled around your knees.

"Jesus, aren't you a useless thing. Only had to fill that mouth with some cock and you can't speak, let alone move on your own. Have to do everything, don't I?"

He grabbed your bicep again and dragged you with him to the washbasins, your eyes glancing at his wrinkled brow and your knees trembling so hard, you were glad it wasn't a long way. Then Javi took hold of your wrists and placed them on the edge of the sink, moving and adjusting your body like you were a doll that couldn't move on its own and made you take a step back so your body was bent over for him.

"Hold on to that, alright?" he said, a serious look in his eyes as he watched your profile. "Don't want you to fall over and bump your head against the mirror. You hold on to that tightly."

You nodded, clutching the marble so firmly, your knuckles turned white and then peeked over your shoulder to see what he was doing. Javi walked around you to come to a stop right behind you, his eyes dropping to your back and then he delivered a sharp smack to your butt. You jerked forward, suddenly grateful that he had emphasized the importance of your having a tight grip on the sink. Then, you felt him part your legs with his feet. Without a word of warning, Javi slid a finger through your folds, exhaling at the wet smacking sound and then parting your pussy lips with a second digit.

"Jesus," Javi scoffed, tilting his head to take a better look in the dim light. "Gettin' that fuckin' wet from having your throat fucked… I don't even have to touch you and your drippin' all over me."

You turned your head, desperately looking behind you and pushing your hips closer to him as if to ask for more.

"You're fuckin' shakin'," he then chuckled and slapped your pussy. You howled and squeezed your eyes shut, your clit so wistfully shivering as you tried to press your legs together around him.

"Nuh uh," Javi immediately commented on your action and his hand landed on your core again. You heard him step closer to you, a hand firm on your hip while his other trailed a line from your clenching hole to your clit where he achingly slowly rolled it between two fingers.

"Please. Fuck. Javi, I need more," you spoke with a shaking voice, squealing when he picked up the pace and then suddenly drew tight circles around the little bundle of nerves.

"Yeah, I know you do," he breathed, and then prodded his thumb against your entrance, circling and teasing it in a way that made you grimace. "Can see you drippin' all over me, babygirl. S'a fuckin' mess."

"Please. Please fuck me."

You imbibed each of his movements and the way he flicked your clit, but it still wasn't enough. You started to roll your hips against his hand, eager to find more friction and Javi allowed it until the fingers on your clit left you – causing you to drop your head forward in frustration – and let them hover above your hole instead. With much restraint, he slowly dipped then inside your weeping pussy, his breath hitching in his throat when he experienced how tight you were around two fingers and his hand on you palming your waist.

"You're goddamn tight…," he purred under breath and started to scissor you open, sliding his other hand around your hips to find your clit again and make you realx.

"Please," you begged him again like you had not grasped his recent statement.

"Jesus, can you shut up for a moment? Just told you, you're tight and I needa open you up first."

You yelped, your hands cluthing the sink so tightly, your fingertips were beginning to feel numb, but then he started to move his two digits inside of you, curling them at just the right angle to make you gasp.

"Yes. Yes, Javi, like that…"

He pursed his lips, closing his eyes for a brief moment to ground himself and then twisting his face at the wet sounds gushing from your center. Much too soon for your liking, Javi withdrew again, but reminding yourself what was about to happen, you quickly put your mind elsewhere.

"Fuck me. Just fuck me, please, I – "

The slap on your butt came unexpected, but you found it to be arousing, especially in combination with his clenched jaw.

"Jesus fucking christ, you really can't shut this mouth for longer than a minute, huh?"

The rustling of his jeans made your head shoot up and you peeked behind only to watch him go up and down his shaft with his hand. Javi met your gaze, flaring his nostrils and then bringing a hand to your ponytail to give it a tug and force you to arch your back. One last smack echoed against the walls before you felt his tip at your entrance, collecting your juices and smearing it all over your pussy with a certain roughness and precision at the same time.

"It's not gonna fit, babygirl…," he cooed, watching his fat tip in comparison to your tiny entrance. The corner of his mouth lifted at your wail, your hips jerking backward to get him to do more. Finally give you more.

"No. No, please. I can take it, you can make it fit."

"I don't think so, little one."

Javi carefully eased just the tip of his length inside of you, the stretch making your eyes spring open.

"It's too much, baby. S'too big for your little pussy. She won't let me in."

Tears of despair were pooling on your waterline, the thought of him leaving you here dripping and so in need of a release making your heart race. You had to convince him to try harder, push and press until he was inside of you.

"Please. Javi, please, just – just… Push harder. I don't care, just make it fit."

Javi chuckled lowly, watching the flesh of your ass wriggle while you frantically moved to get closer to him.

"You want my dick to rip you open, babygirl?" he whispered huskily, gliding a hand down the curve of your back while you repeatedly nodded.

"Yes. I need to feel you."

"Even if it's gonna make you cry? It's gonna make you sob and you're gonna ask me to stop 'cause it's gonna be too much for your pretty little cunt, baby, you know that right?"

Your head turned again, your eyes round with panic and your jaw tight.

"No. No, I'm not gonna ask you to stop. It's not gonna be too much."

Javi growled, inhaling deeply before slowly feeding you his dick, but it only lasted a few seconds before you squeaked and flinched away from him.

"See?" Javi scoffed, pressing down on the small of your back and forcing you to arch again.

"S'okay, baby. Not your fault that it's not gonna fit."

"Push harder," you repeated, your face flushed and sweaty, but your eyes determined.

He shook his head but couldn't hide the faintest hint of a grin as he complied with your request. He pressed his fat tip inside your hole that was definitely much too small for him and ignored the way you sharply inhaled, your breathing unregular and fast, but you didn't attempt to stop him.

The thrill was almost unbearable. Your pussy hugged him so tightly, he felt that you were about to tear his dick off. Every last vein was grazing your walls and he truly felt like they would leave marks on your insides. He was halfway inside of you when he decided to check up on you. His free hand grabbed your ponytail, roughly pulling it to the side so he could take a look at your tearstained cheeks.

"Do you now realise that you asked for too much?" Javi barked. "Did you just realise that you shouldn't've ask me to tear you open?"

You looked so terrified that he expected you to nod and tell him to pull out, but to his surprise, you shook your head.

"No. I want you to go on."

"Are you gettin' off on the pain?" he grinned, tugging harder on your ponytail with the sole purpose to see your lashes flutter.

"Please," you said instead of giving him a reply and bit down on your lip that surely was bloody by now.

And so it happened. Javi's mouth was a thin line, his breathing unsteady and his forehead glistening with drops of sweat while he pushed deeper into the impossibly tight hole and somehow he made it fit. It took a lot of effort, your whimpers of pain ringing loudly in his ear, but at no point did you ask him to stop and so he didn't. He didn't until he was inside of you to the hilt and only then did he exhaled, his head spinning and his surroundings turning from the electrifying rapture.

"Jesus fuckin' christ…," he whispered almost inaudibly and looked down to where his massive dick was all the way inside of you. It was overwhelming and liminal, but in the best way possible. In a way that made Javi want to bury his teeth in his bottom lip and want to thrust in your tight hole until you had adjusted to his thick shaft. A muscle in his chin twitched, a golden coiling spark spreading in his chest area and his hand on your hipbone squeezing while he tried to get a hold on himself.

"Fuck me…," Javi groaned and then slowly buttomed out of you. "Tell me, baby. Tell me how well I fill this filthy hole."

A broken sob escaped your throat, your expression still twisted in pain and each nerve pulsing under the burning sting, but somehow the sorrow was enflaming you. Somehow it seemed to add to the pleasure of it all and the feeling of being so full of him that you literally sensed him with every fibre of your body caused a fervor in you that had never been there before.

"S-So. Big," you whimpered, your brow resting on the edge of the sink now. Your body was almost pliant under his touch, your knees so weak that Javi slipped an arm around your hips to secure you.

"I know, babygirl. I know. It's want you wanted though, huh? Wanted me to destroy this fuckin' pussy and now you're gonna have to live with the consequences. You're gonna feel me right in there for days."

He delivered a sharp thrust, your eyebrows drawing together and your panting sounding almost dog-like.

"Javi…," you whined, your stomach clenching every time he brutally hit your cervix and your clit so desperately longing for his touch that you almost began to cry again. You could have done it yourself, sure, but you believed that you wouldn't have even be able to raise your hand from the sink, let alone keep your body up with only one arm.

"My clit. Javi, please, I need it," you sobbed, biting down on your own hand, not only to muffled your noises, but to release the combination of all the various set of emotions crashing upon you like a wave. The frustration, the discomfort his dick brought you, but also the sensation and pleasure, the way he filled you up so wonderfully and how his veiny girth scratched over your walls.

At first he didn't react at all and you almost feared that you would end up doing it yourself. Javi didn't seem to be the kind of person to care about your pleasure and you were about to take his silence as an answer until his thumb suddenly came in contact with your nub and you heart skipped a beat.

To say it was intoxicating would have been an understatement. Something about him made things that you usually wouldn't have even noticed, feel torrid. His flat palm on the small of your back, his gasps and grunts, the way you could see him flex his jaw over your shoulder. The prominent veins on his neck, the sweat on his collarbone that peeked from under his shirt. You had fallen in a hazy bubble of lust and primal need to be claimed by him and so you weren't surprised when an orgasm was bubbling in your lower belly after a few more minutes.

"Javi. Javi, I'm gonna cum. Fuck," you stuttered, somehow feeling the need to inform him.

You turned your head, ignoring the neck rigidity and saw his eyes flash, taking in your fucked-out face. His adam's apple bobbed, his teeth blaring while he picked up the pace with which he pounded your pussy. At the same time the lazy circles around your clit became sloppy and he seemed to chase his own high. By now, you could barely feel any pain every time he entered you which you welcomed to an extent, although you had to admit that there had been something fascinating about the light stretch and intrusion.

"Cum. C'mon, baby. And I wanna hear you say my name. I'm not gonna stop until I'm satisfied and if I won't be I'll squeeze another one out of ya."

Your heartbeat was loud as thunder, rumbling up your throat and making your breathing stumble. And then with a pang, you reached your crescendo and time seemed to stop. The boiling heat that had been in your stomach for a few minutes exploded and flooded your system, making your legs and chest tingle and prickle with excitement. You cringed, your body arching unnaturally and your face twisting in frisson.

"Fuck! Javi, oh my god, I – "

You were enwrapped in bliss and serenity, your headrate still high, but the world around you was quiet again, apart from Javi's muffled groans that he made through grinded teeth.

"Jesus fuckin'…. Gonna mark this goddamn pussy. Fuck."

He bursted with an animalistic snarl, his dick suddenly coming to a stop buried deep inside of you and his grip on your hips so firm, you howled in pain.

"Oh jesus… That's right, yeah…"

He leaned over your bent body, his hands pressing down hard on your shoulderblades and his breath brushing over your ear.

"Fuckin' hell… Such a good 'lil pussy. Takin' me so well… Just had to tame her, mhm?"

He emptied himself inside of you, spills of his cum painting your walls until he had pumped every last drop out of him and his dick was flaccid. You coughed and whimpered under his weight, but then shrieked when he pulled out of you without any warning. You were surprised and, frankly, envious of how stable he was on his legs as he pulled his jeans up with hands that were only shaking a little bit and tucked himself in while you were still trying to fight the dizziness.

"Javi," you whispered once he had closed his belt and stretched your arm in fear of him leaving you already. You straightened up with wobbly legs that felt like jelly and then smiled as he grabbed your hand and turned you around.

"Oh you're a mess…," he breathed, his gaze wandering up your body and stopping at your face. He sighed, resting one hand on his hips while he walked past you to the wash sinks, grabbed a paper towel and wettened it with some warm water. You watched each movement with big eyes, sniffling when Javi approached you and cupped the side of your face, his brow wrinkled.

"Look at me."

You did, your heart clenching at his brown deer eyes – the first thing you had noticed about him – and your arms hanging down the sides of your body while he brought the damp paper to your lips.

"Keep still," he soothed you and started rubbing over your chin, your lips and cheeks to clean up the mess consisting of drool, snot, tears and precum.

His hands were softer than you had imagined, his head tilted and his eyes pinched in concentration. Your pussy clenched at the way he slightly had to hunch over in order to be on the same level as you and much too soon for you taste, he was done and threw the paper towel in the trash can.

"Good girl," Javi breathed, squeezing your heated, red cheeks before dropping his hand and looking down your body.

Your dress was still dangling around your knees so he knelt down before you with an exhausted exhale, grabbed the fabric and shoved it up your body. With accurate and quick movements he pulled the straps over your shoulder, adjusted the dress and then fumbled at the hem to bring it to its previous position in the middle of your thighs.

You watched everything in silence, your pupils following his movements, but your throat too dry and your body too tired to talk to him. You didn't even know what you would have said. What were you supposed to say to someone who had just fucked your brains out and now dressed you because you were unable to do so yourself.

When Javi stood straight again, he put his hands on his hips, eyeing you to make you that you were looking presentable and then nodding.

"You should go back to your friends now. They're probably wonderin' where you are by now."

As he didn't get a reaction, he leaned in, his lips briefly brushing over your brow. Then he brought a hand to the small of your back. Javi pulled you with him to the door, carefully keeping you safe in his grip because you still didn't look like you were able to walk on your own.

"You alright?" he asked with a worried glance at your profile and the weakness in your eyes, but you nodded.

"Yes. Just tired."

You were at the door now, the noises and the intense beat very distinct again and you knew that once you stepped outside that door, what had happened here would be in a past. What were the chances that you would see this mystery man again? This mystery man that had just completely swept you off your feet in a way you had never experienced before. Javi gave you a wry grin, stroking up and down your back and kissing the side of your head.

"Then you should head home soon. Get some rest. You did good, babygirl."

You returned the smile, darting up to him, but Javi had already turned his attention to the door.

He reached for the handle, his flat hand on your back still firm and then guided you with him as he stepped out of the bathroom.

[paulyenvol6]

'I'm a pleaser'

Pedro x female reader

So.... about the interview... It was so hot hearing him say this phrase, so I thought I'm gonna write something about Pedro being down bad for reader and always wanting to please her and be good to her. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, fluff, dirty talk, praise, Pedro being the sweetest and best and kindest husband in the world, Pedro having both sub and dom vibes, Pedro is a pleaser, established relationship (they're married), nicknames like baby and honey and babygirl

Wordcount: 4,031

Masterlist

"Hi baby," you shouted, the weight of the bag on your arm making your wrist hurt and you groaned as you stepped through the door.

"Fuck!" you cursed, feeling it dangle against you. With much effort, you turned around and pushed the door shut. You were still trying to carry the two bags across the hallway and into the kitchen when the door to the living room opened.

"Honey. Lemme help you with that."

Pedro rushed toward you, taking the bags from you without waiting for your reply and brought them into the kitchen while you exhaled and wiped with the back of your hand over your brow to remove the drops of sweat pooling on your skin.

"Thank you, Pedro!" you shouted as you took off your jacket and hung it on the coat rack before following him.

"No worries. How was your day?" he said over his shoulder and then started to unpack the groceries, but stopped when you hugged him from behind.

"Good," you mumbled against his nape, your arms tightly wrapped around his waist. "Work was fine and then I met with Sarah in café and on the way home I went to the grocery store. Did you know that Sarah and Mike are gonna get a dog?"

Pedro's hand came down to rest on top of yours and you smiled as he started to trace your knuckles.

"Oh really? Aren't they stressed out enough?"

"Yeah, but they think it would be nice for the kids… How was your day?"

You nudged your chin against his shoulder, admiring his profile and then kissing him right next to his ear while Pedro cleared his throat.

"A little exhausting from time to time. But good. I mostly shot with Joseph and Vanessa today which was nice."

You closed your eyes, lazily tracing his abs with your fingers while softly purring. "That's good…"

Pedro's lips curled which you couldn't see and then carefully turned in your hold so he could stand in front of you and cradle the back of your head while you gave him a gentle smile.

"Let me unpack this stuff, okay? You go in the living room, sit down and then I'll be right there and we're gonna have a nice evening. How does that sound?" Pedro whispered, pursing his lips and then grabbing your hand to press a kiss on your palm.

"You sure?" you asked, your voice equally quiet and your eyes flickering uncertainly between your husband and the bags. "You had an exhausting day and I – "

"Yes. I'm sure," Pedro interrupted you before you were able to finish the sentence and pulled your head toward him to tenderly kiss your hairline.

"You can relax. I'm good, I promise. In fact, thank you for going to the grocery store. I already feel awful for letting you do that after work."

"Pedro. C'mon," you frowned, but couldn't maintain the facade when he grimaced and then singlehandedly turned you around so you faced the kitchen door.

"Go on, now. Rest on the couch and I'll be there in a minute."

"Alright, alright," you murmured, lifting your hands and unwillingly following his demand.

The smile was glued to your lips, your face still glowing with love and affection for your perfect, caring husband as you sank down on the couch with a sigh and dropped your head back so it could finally rest. Truthfully, your day had been tough, but the prospect of rounding off the evening snuggled up with Pedro was too tempting to waste time feeling sorry for yourself. Therefore you waited with closed eyes and a slight curve on your lips while listening to the noises in the kitchen. Pedro quietly hummed a familiar tune to himself that you couldn't name though and then finally, when he had put the last can of chickpeas away in the cupboard, you could hear his feet dragging across the kitchen floor as he headed to the door.

"I'm done, baby," he shouted while shoving the bags into a drawer and despite your heavy limbs, you turned in your seat to watch him walk through the door.

"C'mere," you said, your voice thin and quiet, your weakness visible, but your desire to finally have him close to you loud and clear. He grinned wryly, running a hand through his hair before lowering himself right next to you, the couch mellifluously grunting under his weight. You instantly enguled Pedro in a tight embrace and let out a high-pitched noise of approval when he pressed your face to his chest, all of your senses consumed by his typical scent of cinnamon.

"I missed you, baby. Missed you all day…," he growled, tenderly stroking up and down your back while your fingers played with the babyhair in his neck.

"I missed you, too. Is there anything on your schedule for tomorrow?" you whispered, your face tense with the fear of him telling you that he wouldn't have time for you, but to your fortune, you felt him shake his head.

"No. I have the day free. It's a Saturday, c'mon. Disney's not that tough on me."

He chuckled, the vibrations feeling magical in your chest and you noticed your stomach clench with sheer adoration for the man holding you so gently and firmly, representing just what you were feeling. You were yearning for him, desiring to spend the rest of your life cuddled up against his chest if it only was possible.

"Okay. Can we do something then?" you asked, lifting your head to dart up to him and feeling your heartrate pick up at the softness surrounding his brown puppy eyes.

"Of course. You wanna do something special?"

You nodded, the thought only having flickered in your head just now, but it sounded heavenly in your mind.

"Can we go on a picknick? We could go to Hampstead Heath or – or OmVed gardens, it's not that busy there. We surely would have our privacy if we find ourselves a nice corner."

Pedro pursed his lips like he was thinking, but quickly softened his expression and nodded.

"That sounds good. Although… You sure it's not a bit too cold for that? I don't want you to get sick, you know?"

"I'm sure it's gonna be fine. We can take blankets with us. And hot tea. I mean, we're in London, right?"

He scoffed and then lowered your head to his collarbone again while giving your waist a squeeze.

"Okay. Let's do it then. But… in the evening I'd like to be back in the city."

Your head shot up again, your eyes small as you suspiciously observed his wrinkled forehead and the faint smirk playing around his lips.

"Why?"

"That's a surprise."

Your eyebrows drew together, your hands leaving the back of his neck so you could cross your arms in front of your chest.

"No," you complained, well-aware of the fact that Pedro knew how much you hated surprises. You were much too unpatient to even just wait for a day to find out what he had planned.

"Yes," Pedro said, remaining unwavering as he put his hands on your hips. "You'll have to wait to find out."

"Baby, you know that I can't wait 24 hours. That's cruel."

He chuckled and then glared at the watch around his wrist.

"Mhmm… not 24 hours. Let's say… 22 and 30 minutes. You got this."

A dramatic whine left your throat as you threw your head back and pretended to sob into your hands.

"You really gonna do this to me? Even though you know that I don't like secrets. Are you gonna do that to your wife? You're a bad husband, you know that, right?"

Obviously Pedro couldn't just let that go, so he tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you up onto his lap until you were straddling him.

"You know, there are a lot of things you could hold over my head. Like… okay, maybe not a lot of things. But I'm not an awesome singer… I'm not a good cook. Definitely not. And I… I force you to watch bad movies with me without telling you what they're about so you can't back out. BUT… Don't you ever say again that I'm a bad husband."

He smiled cockily, narrowing his eyes while you thoughtfully twisted your lips. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Or you think you would find someone else who'd give you a trip to Paris just so you can visit an exhibition about your favorite director? Because I listen to you, I'm attentive and so I know what makes you happy. And wait… it wasn't even your birthday."

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head, but a telling smile had crept up on your face that you were unable to supress.

"Oh come on. You don't have to be a genius to know that I love Wes Anderson. When do I ever stop talking about him?"

Your hands came up to cradle his face and although you were still pretending to sulk you briefly brushed with your lips over his temple. Pedro wouldn't have it though, he withdrew, raised his brows and then shook his head.

"I want you to take it back."

His eyes were sparkling with a mischievous amusement, but there was also something determined. Nevertheless, you bit your lip like you still weren't sure and then were about to say something – admit that he actually was more than a good husband (the perfect husband) – when he suddenly pulled you in close and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was heated and intense, so hot that the air between your faces seemed to crackle and before you could process what was happening, you desperately grinded your core against the bulge beneath his pants. Pedro had his hands situated on your waist, palming and squeezing whenever your clothed pussy nudged against the tip of his dick, but then sooner than you wanted it to end, he stopped the kiss and looked you up and down.

"Okay, baby. Lemme show you then. Maybe I have to remind you of how good I am to you."

Your body shivered at the words or maybe it was his low husky voice that sent goosebumps all over your arms, but either way it worked perfectly on you and you gulped while Pedro secured his hold around your torso and picked you up. One arm was around your shoulder blades and the other on your ass, watching you with dark and flashing eyes while he rose to his feet to carry you away from the living room and to the bedroom.

"I wanna make you feel so good, babygirl. I want you to cum so hard, you forget your own name. I always want you to be happy and – and I wanna be the reason for your happiness…," he raspily whispered, covering your neck and cleavage with wet kisses that produced a smacking sound.

"Pedro…," you whimpered, your core helplessly rocking forward to somehow find any friction, but you would have been unsuccessful, hadn't he assisted you and brought his right hand between your legs. You rejoiced, your breath catching in your throat as you finally had the opportunity to grind against something and achieve at least a little bit of stimulation on your throbbing clit.

"Yeah… Say my name, I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

The next moan was swallowed as Pedro suddenly threw you onto the bed, but was so careful about it, a hand at the back of your head so that you couldn't bump it against anything. He didn't hesitate and followed, crawling to lay on top of you and propping himself on his knees and elbow so he didn't bury you under his weight.

"I want you to feel perfect, honey… You want me to go down on you? Just need you to… need you to cum for me… need you to be happy."

"I always am with you, Pedro," you whispered, but then whimpered as he cupped your breasts through your blouse, precisely searching for your nipple and then circling it with his thumb.

"Y-Yes," you ended up stuttering in regards to his ealier question and pressed your legs together to forget the pulsing heat between them.

"Please do something… I need it bad."

Judging by the look of sheer joy on his face, it was exactly what he had wanted to hear. Pedro lived to please you; lived to see you smile or moan or laugh or sigh in relief and what he loved even more was when he was the one making you feel that way. Therefore the prospect of going down on you and gifting you unimaginable pleasure was the perfect opportunity for him to feed this side of him and please you in ways that were purely enthralling and sensational for the both of you.

"Okay, babygirl. I want you to relax and enjoy it and tell me if you don't like anything, alright?" he whispered while opening the first few buttons of your blouse, his fingers so trained and skillful that he did it while maintaining eye contact.

"Yes, Pedro. Please, just – I need it."

"I know, I know," he cooed, slightly pushing the fabric of your shirt over your shoulders to reveal more skin and then crawling down your body in one go so his head was on the same level as your stomach.

The softness of his eyes, the big brown irises and the slightly parted lips were ravishing, your heart racing although Pedro hadn't even started yet. He didn't tease and edge you, but still you needed him go 10 times faster when he opened the button of your pants and shoved them down your legs until they dangled around your knees, your underwear following soon. He chuckled at your trembling legs and the way your heels dug into the mattress in search of release, but was quick to press a warm hand on the inside of your knees. All that reached your ears before his words were drowned by your pussy was a quiet 'Jesus…' and then your back arched off the bed as Pedro pressed a bold kiss right onto your clitoris, a gesture that was both welcoming and frustrating. You yearned for friction, for something to rub against to ease the coiling ache in your clit, but you felt that the more he gave you, the more you needed.

"Fuck. Fuck, Pedro, oh god…," you whimpered, biting down on your own hand while bending your neck so you could look down at him. And the image was more than worth it.

His puppy eyes looked even more tempting and sultry, his locks gleaming beautifully in the dim light and his lips glistening deliciously every time he withdrew for a moment to lick over them. One of the things you loved the most was the way he seemed to savour and adore every drop of your wetness that he got to taste on his tongue because it not only gave you confidence, but made you feel desirable. Beautiful and torrid.

His left hand had wandered to your breasts, kneading and tracing the swell as if he didn't want to neglect any part of your body while his right kept your legs wide open for him.

"So good Pedro… Fuck, please – please, I…"

It was all mindless stuttering, just some way to get rid of the accumulated tightness in your thighs and belly, but Pedro was listening precisely to everything leaving your mouth.

"Yes, baby… Talk to me. What do you need?"

He trailed down the front of your body, drawing a few soothing circles on top of your lower belly before grabbing your hand that was pressed to the side of your body.

"Just – Just you… Fuck, right there."

The tip of his tongue was drawing random patterns over your clit, lines and circles and triangles and you seemed to lose your mind over and over again every time his heavy, warm, rough tongue grazed the sensitive nub. At some point you couldn't help yourself, your free hand grabbing his locks and gently tugging at it while you started to roll your hips against his face, which caused Pedro to growl deeply.

"Yes, honey… Take from me what you need… S'right…"

The vibrations transferred right to your body, prickling against your swollen clit and you threw your head back, your lids fluttering and your mouth agape. You were speechless and restricted in your ability to move apart from the shifting of your hips, but Pedro seemed to know exactly what you needed and acted accordingly. This wasn't him teasing or edging you, graciously giving before drawing back just to hear you beg, no, he intended to please you in every way possible and give you what you desired before you could even express your demand.

"Yes…. Pedro, please. Need your fingers too," you pressed, slamming your hand, that had been in his hair, down on the bed next to you as he kitten-licked your clit, the tip of his tongue precise and accurate like a laser pointer. He obliged as soon as the words had left your mouth and brought two fingers to your hole, prodding and tracing your entrance before easing them inside of your drenched pussy. The gasp you let out made his heart skip a beat or two and he testingly curled his two digits, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins at your whimpering.

"Y-Yes. Right there Pedro, please. Please don't stop."

"Not going to, honey."

The combination truly was electrifying. The dance of his tongue over your clit was your main source of stimulation, the tight circles proof of how well he knew your body by now, but his thick curled fingers, repeatedly brushing over your sweet spot hidden deep inside of you only added to the ecstasy of it all.

"It's right there, huh?" he murmured, the wet sound of his tongue lapping up the juices he had spread all over your pussy almost overcasting his words.

"It's itching right there, isn't that right? Lemme make it better."

The heat in your belly became almost unbearable, your pelvis tremoring with the need to finally crossing that bridge and letting all of the tension in your body go, but at the same time his mouth and hands on you felt so good that a part of you wished it could just go on like this for all time.

You brought a hand to his head again, combing through the silky stunning locks, but holding on to him at the same time which surely stung in his scalp, but he took it with a deep groan.

"Jesus fucking christ… You taste so perfect. You're gonna cum for me?"

You wriggled, the hand that was still clasped by Pedro's squeezing him tightly and wrapping the whole of your hand around his thumb.

"Yes. Yes, I wanna cum, Pedro, please…"

You didn't even know what you were begging for because he was right here and you knew he would tease as many orgasm out of you as you wished, make you cum over and over again if you liked it and find pleasure in it as well. It was just so much. There were so many things you were feeling and you believed that if you didn't vocally express the pleasure you were receiving, you would burst.

He slowly, but forcefully moved the two fingers inside of you, relentlessly tapping against your inner walls and the precious sweet spot that was so sensitive and delicate under his touch. Meanwhile, the pace of his tongue picked up and Pedro moved the hand that had previously rested on your hip bone to your pussy to get the protective hood out of the way and brush over the very responsive underside of the bundle of nerves.

"Pedro, I'm gonna – I – "

You stopped mid-sentence, your jaw dropping and your view becoming blurry while a sticky, warm liquid seemed to tide through your limbs and first and foremost, your thighs. It pulsed and saturated your already mushy brain to a point where you couldn't even pay attention to your husband between your legs anymore although it was such a pretty picture. Your hand squeezed his thumb firmly, almost bending his hand in an unnatural angle, but your head was too high up in the clouds to question it and Pedro once again took it all without drawing his face.

"There you go, yes… God, I love seeing you fall apart for me, it's such a beautiful fucking sight…"

He helped you ride out your orgasm, his fingers carefully thrusting in you and his tongue glued to your clit until he noticed the way you squirmed and stopped to check on you.

"My perfect baby…," he whispered full of admiration and glanced up to you, grinning at your half-lidded eyes that tiredly tried to keep their focus on his face. You were wrecked and exhausted, but seemed very satisfied and Pedro could proudly say that it was his doing.

"That was so good," your airy voice reached his head, quiet like you didn't have the strength to speak louder. Pedro's insides twisted and turned pirouettes, his eyes on your slightly parted lips while he slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, licked them clean in relish and then glided his tongue through your folds one last time to slurp up your arousal before wiping over his lips with the back of his hand. At this point your eyes were completely shut and the steady heaving of your chest suggested that you were asleep. But when Pedro moved up the bed, the mattress jiggling and the silk sheets rustling your lashes fluttered and you softly moaned.

"Pedro," you murmurated and flexed your toes when he lay down beside you and was quick to pull you closer, a hand brushing the sweaty hair out of you face and another caressing your cheek.

"I love you so much, honey… Are you all good?"

If you hadn't been so tired, you would have widened your eyes at the question, your heart pounding with an infinte love and adoration for your husband. You were not only in awe of his beauty in this light, the things he had made you feel, but also just of him. The way he had just made you feel dreamlike things and now asked you if you were good.

"Yes. More than good, Pedro," you stated and leaned into the touch of his hand on your face.

"But I – I wanna make you feel good, too," you said, your voice wishful and reverant, but the way you could barely keep your eyes open very telling. Pedro chuckled lowly and kissed you right between your brows.

"We're gonna do that another time. You're tired and need some rest. Don't you worry about me, I got everything I wanted tonight."

He took your hand again, vaguely trailing along your fingers with his thumb and shook his head in amusement when you hummed in dissatisfaction.

"But, no… You need to cum too."

"Shhhh, baby…," Pedro soothed you, tugging you snug against his broad body until all you could see and hear and smell was him. The grey fabric of his hoodie, his heartbeat and the familiar sweet cinnamon.

"I got everything I wanted… Got to have a taste of you and listen to your pretty noises… And see you cum for me… It's all I'm ever gonna need in my life. I just always want you to be satisfied and happy."

Pedro exhaled, peacefully kissing you on top of your head as if he was blind to how messy your hair was.

"I love you, Pedro," you whispered, about to drift off to sleep, but before you could do that you had to say one more thing.

"You're the sweetest and best husband in the world."

He smirked broadly, his already soft eyes relaxing further and then he carefully and without moving too much, reached for the blanket and pulled it over both of your bodies.

"I love you, too," he whispered, not being certain that you were still awake, but it felt good saying it nonetheless.

It always felt good with you.

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To Lose Yourself (Chapter 9)

Contains: smut, oral (f & m receiving), rough blow job, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, fighting

Wordcount: 5,532

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When Anissa opened her eyes the next day, disappointment instantly casued a sour taste in her mouth.

The spot next to her was empty and for a second she wondered if everything had been a dream. But the wrinkled blanket and the flattened pillow was evidence enough for the fact that she hadn't gone insane and so Anissa cast aside her doubts, instead starting her search for her husband after putting on a cloak. It didn't take long for her to be successful and she almost stumbled into him once she opened the door of their chambers.

"Daemon!" she said sounding surprised and stepped aside to gesture him to enter. The prince tilted his head but followed her request, heading to a chair to sit down.

"Where were you?" she asked, unable to hide her sulkiness. She had wanted nothing more than to wake up next to him and wasn't scared to tell him so.

"Forgive me, my sweet. I went for a stroll by the coast and then stopped by the library," he answered sensing Anissa's disapproval.

"And why?"

"Because I woke up early. And I didn't want to wake you."

Her lips formed a pout, her arms crossing in front of her chest as she glared down at him.

"Don't do this again."

She had expected him to nod and then the whole thing could be forgotten, but to her surprise Daemon uncertainly tilted his head, his eyes thoughtfully narrowing. Anissa couldn't even tell why she felt so angry, but right now the blood in her veins was boiling and there was a thick lump in her throat. She just… she didn't want to feel alone. Left alone. Like someone else had stopped caring about her and now dropped her like a hot potatoe.

"I can't promise you that," Daemon said, his voice much too stable for her taste.

"Why?" Anissa replied.

"Because sometimes it's hard to control myself around you."

She frowned, the anger slowly fading away as her brain worked hard in order to figure out the meaning of his words.

"What do you mean?" she demanded to know, her voice a lot more quiet and insecure now.

"It's hard to lay next to you when you look so pretty, gods be damned. When I want you so badly… and then all I can do is leave to calm myself and get a clear head."

Now Anissa understood and her fury vanished with a puff.

"Oh," she made, letting Daemon pull her towards him by her hands.

"I don't want to leave you. And I'm never going to. But you looked so gorgeous earlier and then all I could think about was feeling you and when it became too much I felt I had no choice but to get out of the room."

"You could have woken me up…," Anissa whispered, running a single finger over his scalp.

"It was so early…," he insisted and hissed out when she took her seat on his lap, her core instantly pushing against his hard cock.

"Sweetling…," Daemon warned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Let me do something about it," she demanded rocking herself against him and felt him grow bigger underneath her with satisfaction.

"Please. I want you now," Anissa panted, feeling her body heat up to an unbearable temperature.

"We can't," he breathed, gently yet firmly grabbing her hips to get her to stop moving.

"Why not?"

"There's a small council meeting I have to attend," Daemon said, his eyes still closed, but his hands holding her a few inches away from his center so she wouldn't worsen his state.

"We can be quick. Please, just… It's not going to take long."

The prince smirked, carefully lifting Anissa to the ground and then rising to his feet as well.

"Sweetling, when you ask me to take care of you, I'm going to take my time. You better understand that…"

She couldn't hide the telling flushness creeping up on her face although she was still disappointed that she would have to wait until after the meeting to get what she craved so badly.

"But you'll hurry up, won't you?" Anissa asked taking his head into her hands.

"Aren't you such a naughty little girl…," he grinned, tapping his finger against the tip of her nose. "Yes. I'm going to head straight back to our chambers as soon as we're finished. And then you'll better be ready…"

Anissa jerked forwards when he lightly slapped her arse, a surprised look on her face, but then had to giggle while Daemon headed to the door.

"You'll better be ready," she whispered more to herself than to her husband.

Anissa spent the next hour to herself and although she tried to distract herself with reading and having breakfast in her rooms, all she was capable of thinking about was her husband. She never would have guessed that laying with a man would be so pleasant, but right now she felt like never doing anything else in the world. And wasn't she supposed to give Daemon as many heirs as possible? If it meant having him bed her every night she would be happy to oblige, although she obviously didn't know what it was like to carry a child and give birth to it.

While she rotted in her bedchambers, aroused and excited by the memory of last night, Daemon wasn't much better off a few chambers away.

His wife's actions had left an imprint on him as well and the prospect of touching her and squeezing out her sweet little whines after the meeting made it almost impossible for him to sit still. Daemon had his legs crossed, his fingers entangled on the table in front of him and his thoughts definitely not with the current matters of the small council. The only time he snapped back to reality was when Otto on his opposite threw spikes at him with his eyes, his pupils dilated and Daemon could swear he could see flames dancing in the black of them. Unfortunately, the rogue prince hadn't been able to savour his victory yet as he had arrived at the meeting with some delay and all of the men were already gathered, but he hoped to at least exchange a word or two later.

He was more than smug about the anger and frustration in Otto's face and couldn't help himself when he pursed his lips at him, a content sparkle in his light eyes. In response Otto - who had his eyes on him at all times - leaned back in his chair, his nostrils flared, his body almost quivering with rage and his nails painfully digging into the wooden table. Daemon could smell his anger off him and he was certain he could make him explode with one sentence.

Yet he had to wait until the meeting was over because he most definitely couldn't risk enrage his brother right now and so Daemon waited until Viserys rose to his feet to dismiss his lords and only then cleared his throat, his lips curled into a sly smirk.

"My dear Otto, or should I rather say… Father-in-law?"

His opposite almost instantly grew red, his teeth aggressively biting down on his bottom lip as if to stop himself from saying something he would regret. Daemon would surely get it out of him.

"I'm pleased to see you today. I wanted to compliment you on your daughter. She's such a lovely sweet girl. Or perhaps I should rather thank your late lady wife in my prayers later because I can't help but wonder where she got that sweetness from other than her…"

"Quiet."

The sound was harsh, yet restrained and Daemon knew that he had hit a nerve.

"It was merely a compliment. What do you want me to say? Would you be happier to hear that your venom spilled over to her and she's just as rotten as the rest of her miserable family?"

Otto stood up so suddenly that the rogue prince almost flinched. Almost.

"You are a monster. A horrible monster. You've been sent as a punishment of the gods and some day I will make you pay."

The corner of Daemon's mouth twitched and he didn't take a step back when Otto came closer.

"What was the purpose of dragging my daughter into this? I hate you, I despise you, Daemon Targaryen, but I wouldn't go as far as to hurt your loved ones because of my hatred for you."

He was close now, his face inches away and Daemon could look right into the greenish brown of his glistening eyes. Tears.

"You're saying that I'm going to pay? Look at you, dearest Otto. You just did pay. You just payed for all the times that you humiliated and degraded me in front of the council. The times that you weakened my stand in front of my brother because of your own pathetic greed for power. I warned you more times than I can count, but you wouldn't listen. If only you did listen…"

Daemon turned, slowly strutting towards the door, but stopped before leaving the chambers.

"Now you get to to watch us. I'm going to make sure of that. You're going to watch your sweet daughter by my side whenever I want it, you're going to watch my arm around her, my hand on her thigh and eventually you're going to see her swollen with my child and heir. And you're going to watch precisely."

"You are a monster."

He chuckled again but it was a cold and hollow sound.

"Think of something new the next time we see each other."

With these words Daemon was out of the door, contently strutting through the corridor with only one plan in mind. Life was sweet to him right now, so it seemed, because not only had he finally gotten the satisfaction he had always craved and had been able to cause Otto the kind of sorrow he had always aimed for, but he had her. And although it seemed to him that Anissa herself hadn't been certain about his intentions, Daemon was. She was thrilling. Sensational. A perfect pretty flower that not only satisfied him but excited him with every fibre of his body. He hadn't lied when he had said that he loved her and he wasn't shy to say that Anissa had exceeded his expectations for this marriage. The girl was eager to learn and to explore the arts of pleasure and just thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her aroused him.

Daemon's steps fastened as he rushed through the hall and when he opened the door to his chambers only to find Anissa jumping to her feet at his sight, a genuine and deep smile creeped up on his face.

"Hello, my sweet flower," he said and chuckled when his wife wrapped her arms around his shoulders to cage him in a hug that suggested that they hadn't seen each other in years rather than an hour.

"You're late," she accusingly complained and poked him in his side.

"Sorry," Daemon mumbled against her silky hair and dug his fingers into her waist. "But I'm here now."

"I know." Anissa mischievously twisted her lips and then removed her hands from around his body to run them down his front, only to stop at the huge bulge that emerged under his breeches.

"I wanna taste you," she breathed, her voice soft and innocent and in stark contrast to her words and a flicker in her eyes. She was daring. Eager and hungry for him and tired of behaving restrained and passive.

"Yeah, my pretty girl?" Daemon whispered, a rough hand taking hold of the side of her face which forced her to dart up to him.

"Yes. I want it in my mouth."

The prince hesitated, but gave her a wide smirk and for a moment Anissa feared he would deny her but she couldn't have been more off.

"On your knees then, sweetling."

Daemon cradled her head one last time before gently pushing her down by her shoulders, a tender hand immediately connecting with the back of her head. She looked up to him and quietly watched him unlace his breeches although the heat between her legs already was almost unbearable and she had to swallow the quiet little whines, a vocalisation of her need to feel the necessary stimulation between her thighs. But in truth, she was fine with anything. Anissa couldn't quite understand this sudden hunger to be touched or touch, but it seemed like Daemon had shifted something in her ever since last night. Her sensitive pearl was throbbing all the time, her eyes shooting to his veiny hands all the time and her mind wandering off to sinful imaginations whenever she had a moment of peace. But this far Daemon hadn't expressed any doubt about her desires so perhaps there was nothing wrong with it.

She knelt on the floor like a hungry puppy, her nails scratching over her clothed thighs and her husband seemed to free his cock in slow-motion, his hands precise and yet so incredibly slow.

"Please," she whimpered which evoked a low chuckle in him but then it was finally done and his member stood hard against his abdomen.

"You want it?" Daemon asked, lips curling at the way Anissa restlessly shifted on the ground.

"Yes, please. Please, Daemon, fuck… I need it so badly."

He grabbed a hand full of her hair to stroke it behind her ear and then trailed with his thumb down her cheekbone.

"Have you ever done this? Ever sucked a man's cock?"

A cold shiver ran down her spin at the mere thought of committing such crime before her wedding night and she quickly shook her head.

"N-No, of course not. I would never even attempt to – "

"Good," he interrupted her, wrapping a hand around his girth and pumping himself a few times.

"So I'm going to be the first one to bruise that pretty throat…"

Her eyes widened at his choice of words and Anissa's pupils doubtfully flickered over his grinded teeth.

"But it's not going to hurt, is it?"

"No, my love. I'm gonna go slow. Make you adjust to it and… spare your little mouth. Unless of course… you want it to hurt."

She bit on her lower lip as she didn't know what else to do and thoughtfully watched his wry grin.

"No need to rack your brains now, little flower. Open your mouth."

Anissa nodded in conviction and parted her lips wide for him to give him access to her mouth. She was curious to find out what he tasted like and hummed when his tip connected with her lips and then entered her mouth. Her lips closed around his length, a salty taste prickling on her tongue and at first it was strange and unfamiliar but soon she accustomed and dared to lift her gaze up to him. This far, Anissa had been unaware of Daemon's reaction to her actions but now that she let her gaze linger on him for the first time, her insides moved in a happy dance.

His mouth was slightly open, eyes half-closed and the corner of his mouth twitching every time Anissa's tongue grazed over one of the many veins garnishing his majestic manhood. That was why she started to let her tongue trail up and down his shaft, savouring his taste and brushing over the veins as though she wanted to memorize every last of them.

"Fuck… You're being such a good girl for me. Gods be good…"

His praise only added to her excitement and her new goal was to be so good that he would want her like this all the time from now on. That he would ask for her to take him down her throat at any time during the day. She eagerly pressed her flat tongue against his thick girth, the rough surface of it creating indescribable pleasure for Daemon and he moaned loudly, his fingers curling in her hair.

"Seven hells," he cursed and tightened his grip, pushing her a little closer to his center.

Anissa hadn't gone very deep so far, but now she was curious. Curious to learn what amount of pleasure she could make him feel, what sweet noises of praise she could hear from him and how she could please him simply with her mouth and lips. And so she let him slide down her throat until his tip kissed the back which made her tear up and an uncomfortable sting spread in her gorge. Her gag reflexes were triggered, but the loud gasp that her actions evoked in Daemon made her stay still despite her whole body resisting. She breathed steadily, her eyes closed now in order to calm herself and when Daemon ran a hand over the back of her head it was all the soothing she needed.

"Oh fuckk… just like that… You're so good for me, you know that?"

An unnatural squeal left her lips but it was muffled by his thick length that stretched her throat so wonderfully. Anissa carefully let him slip out a little before allowing him to glide down all the way until he hit the back of her throat again, ignoring the discomfort it brought her. Mayhaps he had been right after all. To say that this was pleasurable or nearly comparable to what he had made her feel with his mouth would be a lie. It was the contrary, Anissa's body seemed to refuse to let him enter her every time he pulled out and yet she wouldn't have wanted it any different. Not only did the slight ache arouse her, no, she yearned for more of his praise and compliments, the firm grip he had on her scalp making her press her thighs together as she tried to create some friction by rubbing herself against the ground.

"That's right, darling… Just keep still for me and let me use your pretty mouth," Daemon growled and Anissa glared up to him, her round eyes questioningly observing him but he just cradled her head and let out a soothing coo.

"S'alright. Just stay right where you are…"

With these words Daemon started to move whereas he had allowed her the freedom to move the way she wanted to before. Now he took from her the way he saw fit, rolling his hips and gently pushing his cock past her lips while quiet grunts escaped through his grinded teeth. At first, it felt strange to Anissa, feeling vulnerable by her throat being so exposed to his greedy thrusts and it was odd to give up control. Therefore her hands grabbed his thighs to ground herself a little but after a few minutes she also adjusted to his length and soon surrendered to the movement of his hips. She simply trusted him that hurting her was the last thing he had in mind, his thrusts still cautious and tender while using her throat.

"I'm gonna cum right down that pretty throat of yours… You wanna taste my seed, hm? Want me to paint your mouth?"

Anissa wasn't capabale of answering for obvious reasons but nevertheless she squeezed his leg as a sign of how much she wanted it and in addition, she whined, her tense and aching jaw burning at the continous stretch of his girth.

"I know, my sweet flower…," Daemon soothed her, aware of the fact that his rought treatment contained a little bit of suffering, but the gentle touch of his hand on her nape made up for it.

"You're doing so amazing for me and I know it hurts but you're a big girl, right?"

Anissa gulped, her hands so firm around his thigh that her knuckles turned white, but Daemon allowed her the relief and then growled loudly as he emptied himself in her mouth. His eyes squeezed shut, his nails digging in her scalp with an equal amount of force as he pushed her head against his center to make sure she would swallow all of it. There was a moment of resistance in which Anissa winded and squirmed like a cat, her claws leaving marks on his skin but then she surrendered to him with the realization that everything would be better if only she stopped fighting it. Daemon loosened his grip on her head and just watched her through half-litted eyes as the effects of his high made him all lazy and hazy.

"Fuck…," he whispered and then pulled his flaccid manhood out of her mouth which Anissa replied to with a unwilling moan. Then he tucked himself in, closing his breeches and leaned down to his wife, who had waited for him, patiently sitting on her knees, but mayhaps it was simply the consequence of her very own needy state. Daemon kissed her and chuckled as she intensified it, her teeth clashing against his with so much force that he had to take hold of the side of her face in order to slow her down.

"Careful, my love," he cooed and then finally helped her up by grabbing her upper arms.

Anissa was a little weak on her knees but managed to sit down on the table Daemon had guided her to, his large hands adjusting her to his liking. In the end, she sat on the wooden surface with her legs spread as wide as her gown allowed and her mind controlled by her weeping cunt.

"Please, Daemon," she immediately begged once his eyes were on her.

"What," Daemon hissed and shamelessly ran a finger from her neck down the gap between her breasts and her stomach until it rested on her mould, Anissa shifting under the pressure he applied.

"Please. I need you. Need your… cock."

He laughed and it was a friendly sound, one that she was sure she had never heard before marrying Daemon, but now made her heartrate shoot up and brought her joy on many occasions during the day.

"No, little flower… You're gonna get my mouth now, mhm? Don't you think your little pussy is going to like that?"

Her hands reached down to grasp his wrist, trying to push it lower but Daemon didn't allow it, laughing at her attempt and then taking her hands with his free hand to press them against her stomach.

"Answer me."

Her pupils were flared as she raised her gaze and almost instantly let out a whimper that drove him insane.

"Y-Yes. I would like that, Daemon, please."

"Good," was all he said before pushing the fabric of her gown up in one motion and ruffling it up on her waist.

"Hold on to that," he commanded and then fumbled with her underwear while Anissa unpaitently squirmed on the table to receive any kind of stimulation. She shrieked when she heard a ripping sound but the prince was quick to kiss her cheek.

"Shhh… You're gonna relax now, alright? Gonna lay on your back like a good girl and let me feast. Let me feast from your perfect little cunt and then give me as many orgasms as I like, okay?"

She nodded although she certainly wasn't aware of what she had just agreed to. Daemon guided her to lay down, the fabric of her dress protecting her sensitive skin on her back from the surface and then got herself comfortable while Daemon removed the pieces of her underwear to have perfect access to what hid underneath. Her cunt seemed to radiate with heat, her wetness drooling down the insides of her thighs and Anissa surely would have felt embarrassed hadn't she felt so needy for his touch.

"Gods be fucking good…," Daemon whispered, mesmerized by her glistening folds and brought two fingers to her slit and trailed them up to her pearl.

"You're drenched. Did it turn you on, mhm? Getting your throat fucked by me?"

Anissa just wanted to moan and let her cunt speak for itself but by now she knew that her husband demanded an answer to his questions so she nodded and almost painfully drew her face.

"Yes. Yes, I… please, please give it to me."

Daemon kissed her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip for a brief moment before falling to his knees in front of her and turning his attention to another pair of lips. She cried out from the pleasure reaching her so suddenly and quickly grabbed the back of his head because she might have squirmed away from him otherwise.

"Fuck!" Anissa squealed, her eyes rolling back when Daemon's pointed tongue traveled to her clit and her legs closing around his head as she tried to catch up with the air-cutting thrill that happened between her thighs.

"Yes… You're so perfect for me, aren't you?" he whispered, a tender hand rubbing over her hip. His lips involved her pearl in a kiss, pleasuring and devouring it as though he meant to worship it and Anissa bit down hard on her own hand, the noises surely inappropriate to be heard by the servants at such an early hour. But she should have known better, Anissa thought when Daemon delivered a light slap to the side of her arse, frowning in disapproval and grabbing her hand to press it to the desk next to her stomach.

"No," was all he said but it was also all he needed to say.

His voice, although it sounded a little weak and thin, radiated authority and dominance and so Anissa didn't resist when he pinned her wrist down. She was still self-conscious about producing too much noise, but something about the way he kitten-licked her pearl, his soothing touch on her legs and the way his eyes darted up to her every now and then made her feel safe enough to let out her whines and pleas. She wanted to be good for him. Make him proud and hear his voice tell her how well she behaved for him and she had a feeling whenever a croaked "Daemon" escaped her throat his touch became even more intense and precise, his tongue drawing firm circles around the little nub.

And then there were his words of course. She wasn't showered with praise of course as his mouth was busy eating her cunt like it was his breakfast, but he pulled away every now and then to praise her and tell her how good she tasted or how well she was doing for him and it sent her straight to heaven every time. Anissa's skin was flushed and seemed to glow whenever he smiled at her and soon her world was about to break down.

"Daemon… Daemon, fuck," she panted, somehow feeling the need to let him know what was about to happen.

"You're gonna cum for me?" he said as he felt her hips buckle up and her heels dig into his shoulders. Her whole body was heated, liquid fire spreading from her tummy through her limbs until it ignited her fingertips and prickled so vigorously, it was both uncomfortable and enthralling. Her pulse thundered, the tension about to burst and then it did and Anissa cried out in purest pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daemon!" she screeched, far beyond caring about the noise she was making and gripped his hair while little shock waves made her twitch, her head turned to the side. It was a most overwhelming and elecrifying moment that didn't last long enough though because soon her back connected with the surface of the table again and all that was left to hint at her high were her trembling legs and her heavy panting.

In the meantime Daemon had kept his mouth pressed to her cunt, licking and slurping her juices like it was the most delicious drink he had ever had and now was indifferent to the way her body winded in pain as his tongue still brushed over her overstimulated pearl.

"D-Daemon…," she pressed, her neck bent to look what he was doing and whether he had simply missed her release which was impossible when she thought about it. His eyes shot up to her, a single eyebrow lifting and a questioning look on his face.

"What, little one?"

"You can stop now…," Anissa mumbled, her head thrown to the side again when he inserted two fingers into her cunt.

"Why? I told you, you're gonna give me as many as I want to. And I think I want one more."

She gasped and it was hard to tell whether it was caused by the content of his words and the prospect of finishing again or the touch of his rough tongue grazing her most sensitive bundle of nerves.

"B-But… it's too much, I can't – "

"Yes you can. You're doing it right now, you see? You just need to take what I give you and then I'm gonna be very happy with you."

Anissa wanted to protest again, but she didn't have the chance to as he pushed his two fingers deeper inside her and along with his lips wrapped around her pearl she felt in heaven and in one of the seven hells at the same time. It was too much and it seemed like her body wanted to tell her that she needed a break, but there was no way of denying the way she reacted to him. Pleasure lingered at her core again, her clit deliciously throbbing as Daemon guided her towards that certain edge that separated heaven and earth again and she knew that whatever he was going to make her feel, it would be divine.

"Fuck, Daemon…," she whinced, sweat glistening on her bare thighs and her lifeless arms laying next to her body now. She didn't even have the power to hold on to him, as she had no choice but to just let him do with her body as he saw fit.

"C'mon, sweet flower… I know you wanna cum again. You have to allow yourself to."

She blinked a few times, his frame blurry and foggy before her eyes but something about his face between her legs only added to her excitement and her toes curled involuntarily.

"Yeah I know you like that…," Daemon commented on her physical reactions, smirking in delight not only at her sweet taste, but his ability to make her arch and bend like this just from the touch of his mouth. He curled his two fingers inside of her grazing over this sensitive spot so deeply hidden inside of her and Anissa felt like her body was ascending from the table, making her feel things she had never felt before and she wondered how it was possible that the sensation became even better and more intense. Her chest arched and Daemon couldn't help himself and grabbed her left breast, kneading the flesh before blindly searching for her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Once he had found it he took it between two fingers rubbing and toying with it until she winded under his touch.

"Oh Daemon… Gods, I – I… I wanna…"

The unfinished sentence flowed in the air, her mind incapable of forming a coherent sentence, but before she could attempt it again a second high crashed over her and it seemed to be even bigger than the first one. Her mouth was agape but no sound escaped while Daemon pushed his digits even deeper inside of her, keeping them pressed to her sweet spot until her orgasm faded away and he decided to give her some rest.

"Daemon," Anissa whimpered, teary eyes glancing down at him and he lifted his head from her core with a wide smirk on his face, kissing the skin of her thighs and then standing up again. She blinked but didn't seem to be fully back again, her eyes unable to focus on his face which was why Daemon pulled her in for a hug and kissed her neck.

"You did so wonderful, my love. So perfect for me… I'm proud of you."

Her weak hands clung to his shirt and when the prince drew away, her eyes were big but very satisfied.

"M'tired," she whispered and let her head drop forwards to rest against his chest.

"That's not good, honey," Daemon chuckled and used both of his hands to cradle her head. "We have a whole day ahead of us. But you can rest now for a bit, alright? I'm gonna go to Caraxes for a bit and you'll stay here, alright?"

Her head moved a little, but Daemon wasn't sure whether she had actually heard him so he held her head a few inches away from him, examining her glossy eyes.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Daemon," Anissa mumbled and even managed to give him a smile.

"I love you."

His heart skipped a beat and the corner of his mouth twitched although he knew that the aftermath of two orgasms played their part in her emotionality.

"I love you too, flower," he hummed, pressed one last kiss on her brow and then adjusted her dress.

"Get some rest, sweetling. I'll be back soon."

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