swirlyyygal

[swirlyyygal]

“Heyyy Beach Boy!!!”

His Beach Girl and Her Beach Boy!! (More of a Drabble than a full fledged fic)

Jason Duval x F!Reader = !!BASED ON THIS Porn-link!!

CW/Tags!!: Reader has a keywest kitten kinda vibe, porn w/o plottt ( ͡°/// ͡°٥), reader is described to have hair no length specified, sweet kinda ditzy and bubbly reader, If Jason is lowkey mischaracterized plz forgive me we know literally almost nothing abt him so I’m going off of the trailer 💔, Fingering, overstimulation, NOT PROOFREAD JUST #HORNY, lowkey for my own little desire EEEYUP, pet names (angel, doll, sweet thing, dumb little angel, good girl), slight dumbification, squirting AH WHAT

A/N!!: Hi hiiii!!!! Sooo who’s excited for GTA 6? ME. I’m ready to CRACK Lucia and Jason likeee who’s with me? Anyway, it’s been major hot where I roam recently and it’s been reminding me Summers up and coming soon!! This is also me kind of projecting my own little fantasy in my mind sooooooo uhhhhh… GOMENEN. I feel a little guilty when I remember I was scrolling thru and found the vid. I IMMEDIATELY thought of Jason. I would have done Joel Miller but I already wrote a lot for him, plus, Jason needs some love too (╥////╥)!! I guess I’m just kind of getting used to letting out my freaky side more, so like everything I let out is liek oh my gah I’d never admit this b4!!!! Anyway, Please enjoy!!

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It just sorta happened.

One moment you were out and about with your friends near the beach. The next, you see a totally RIPPPPEDDDDDD guy lifting weights with little to no effort needed.

“HEYYY BEACH BOYYYY!!!”

You called out just to play around, waving and giggling.

He sat up, sweating and fanning himself before turning to you. Subtly eyeing you and your little light blue and pink bikini. You stood there, a bit frozen before your friends pushed you over to him. Hounding you to get his number. You’re the one that called him out anyway. Thinking you were about to get rejected anyway you did, putting on that signature smile of yours while twirling your hair.

And believe it or not, he gave it to you. And that was only the start of your relationship with this man. The man being, Jason Duval.

He called you that night, offering to take you out and the rest was history. You learned a lot about him, but very little about his job. He kept that part of him a bit in the dark, but did you care? Uh no. Not when he was spoiling you with affection and gifts at every turn.

A new bikini set? Yours. The most adorable makeup? Already on your vanity. Cutesy, frilly lingerie? Delivered to you the next day.

You liked being with him, and he liked being with you. Having such a bright colored girl on his shoulder while roaming the city. Your aura was really just clouds and mist. He couldn’t get enough of it.

Especially your style. Oh your style drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Small striped tanks, all in blues, pinks, yellows, greens. Tiny skirts, always letting him get a peek at your ass when you bent over. Paired with platform sandals or just regular wedges, which never seemed to make you as tall as him. You had such a tropical vibe to you, and he LIVED IN IT.

He was either at your house or you were at his. Different vibes but still relaxed so well into it.

And don’t even get me STARTED on the sex… (>///<)!! Intimacy with him was mind BLOWING. He knew his way around a girls body. Infact, he didn’t just know it, he absolutely memorized it. Down to the last nerve ending.

~

It feels like it’s been hours since his fingers have been buried inside of you. When in reality it’s been max 30 minutes.

You squirm on top of him. Face off to the side while his was focused on your wiggly body. Wet squelching echos from the walls, as well as your insistent whimpering and moaning.

Your bikini bottom thrown somewhere on the floor of his bedroom while your bikini top was barely hanging on to your neck.

You and him were SUPPOSED to go out to the beach together, tan a bit, play in the water, stuff like that. But he couldn’t help himself this time when you bent over to pick up a bangle that fell off the floor. He saw the curve of your ass from the darkness of his sunglasses and immediately he got hot and bothered. Throwing you over his shoulder and marching you right to the bedroom.

You didn’t even really know why he was acting the way he was when he threw you on top of him. Shimmying down your bottoms before sticking his fingers in your mouth. Letting the apply pressure on your tongue and letting them get wet with your spit.

When he pulled them out you complained, not a serious one, but you were dead set on going to that beach today. But it fell on deaf ears.

And here you were now. On your lord knows how many ith orgasm. Brain replaced by what felt like a marble. Thoughts just kinda shaking around like pebbles in your head. He held you up close to him, your pussy right above his chest and face buried into a pillow. Mascara and blue eyeshadow staining his cream colored pillows but he’d worry about that later.

His tight grip held one of your ankles up while your leg kicked back and forth against the mattress. Anklet dangling off the free one and making little jingling noises. His middle and ring finger pistoning themselves inside of your dripping cunt. It was intense to say the least.

“Jason!!”

You cried out, a bit of drool dripping down the side of your mouth while you desperately tried to kick your legs but, no luck. One of them yes but it wasn’t enough. He turned his face to see you. Hat thrown next to your bottoms but his stupid sunglasses were still left on his head. Both of your practically nude bodies slick from sweat.

“Hm? Whats up sweet thing?”

He asked oh so innocently, like he wasn’t bullying your pussy with his fingers. And when I mean relentless I mean RELENTLESS. So fast it just looked like his hand was in one place. He watched the fat of your ass ripple when he went inside and out of you. Tapping his palm against it before going right back to fingering you.

Your voice straining and whining, barely able to make out a sentence that wasn’t just nonsense. Even your mind couldn’t think about any words. Just barely trying to count which orgasm this was. You babbled something, something close to that question, and it took him a damn long while to figure it out.

“You’ve cum 2 times already- but, I think my doll needs a 3rd. You agree, don’t you?”

Before you could nod your head yes or shake it no, he slid his fingers out and let them both glide up and down your folds. Feeling around at the seeping wetness that dripped down to your thighs and his upper body. It allowed you to calm yourself for a minute, but not before he pushed them back in. Replacing the ankle in his hand with your waist, holding you straight before going back to his sonic speed fingering.

Your knees pressing down firmly to the bed, adding little dips in the mattress while your legs continued to flail around like kites. Tears stained your cheeks, leaving drips of black down your lower eye. You turned to slightly to face him with a pitiful expression. He couldn’t see much from the position you both were in, but he saw your tears and moved his head forward to kiss them away. Even with his digits still feeling around inside.

Sobbing and whining, but with pleasure behind it, and he knew. He knew it wasn’t a cry of sadness or a cry of pain, but a cry of overstimulation and need. And he was gonna give you as many orgasms as he thought he needed you to have.

“Too much-! Fuzzy—!”

Barely mewling out your words while the hand on your waist went to the curve of your ass, grouping the flesh before slapping it. Causing a jitter and yelp from you. He caught you in your lie and you knew it.

“Nah Angel, ‘s not too much.. Barely enough. Nothin’s ever too much for my girl..”

Cooing to you lovingly while whispering quiet praise. Your cunt clenching around his fingers while your eyes rolled back till they were mostly white. Legs trembling and barely able to keep up. You just kept kicking and squirming around, teeth biting into his pillows and leaving a spit ring against the fabric.

He pulled his fingers out again, rubbing them along your folds and INSTINCTIVELY you reached behind yourself to push them back in. He didn’t even have to ask you to, you didn’t even ask him before you guided them back to your hole. He laughed, once again plugging them with his fatass fingers.

“There we go. See, dumb little angel can be smart.. She just needs some time.”

Chuckling with his whole chest before locking in and fingering you to death again. Your brain was mushy, it felt like if your head tilted to the side your brain would just fall out your ear like noodles. You stuck your tongue out and turned your head away, glad he wasn’t able to see your contorted expression. Just able to hear you crying on his fingers.

“Jaaaasonnnn!!!”

Whining at his teasing comment. Acting like you were annoyed even though you secretly did enjoy it. You liked it more than you’d admit, ya know, being called dumb and enjoying it. He called you dumb once and you huffed, but secretly it kinda awakened something inside of you that you hadn’t even registered.

“Whattttt???”

He mocked, laughing again while still keeping up with his crudely fast fingers. Your breath was hot and heavy, coming out in short intervals with your noises. Arousal dripping down his fingers and coating his palm. He knew you lost your focus a loooonggg time ago with the way you couldn’t even form sentences that weren’t just his name being drawn out. He loved that he could make your mind do that. As selfish as it was, he wanted your mind to always be like that around him. Just empty.

Just gone, all for him. He liked it, didn’t exactly know what to call it, but he liked when you shut off for him. You could relax, and he could take care of you. Like now!! If— you could call it taking care of your body..

He curved his fingers inside, pushing deeper before you lifted your head from his pillow.

“I’m cumming!- Feels weird!-Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseee Jasonnn!!”

You didn’t really know what you were saying please to, you didn’t know anything in this moment to be honest. The wet sounds of his fingers inside, his heavy breathing, your moaning, and the sounds of blankets being thrown off the bed by your kicking legs was enough to fill your mind.

“You can, sweet thing. This the last one so make it realll good for yourself”

A teasing smile appeared on his face as you let the coil in your womb unwrap, and it unwrapped like a rubber band type of speed. You came, and so did a clear liquid too. It came out intense, and didn’t feel too weird, just confused you. But that confusion was overridden by the powerful force of your orgasm.

Your legs spasmed and shook. Folding so your bare, sopping wet pussy was resting against the curve of his abs. He felt the liquid on his body drip down from the sides and onto his sheets. But he didn’t mind. He was proud of his girl for cumming so hard. Doing her very best and all.

“Good girlll.. God damn, 3 in a row.”

He patted your ass, watching the fat jiggle again before you jolted. Still sensitive and still aching. Swollen and puffy pussy grinding against his body to ride it out and get every last bit out.

You then turned your head slightly back to him. To his fingers running lines down your folds, a bit teasing and a bit soothing. His head turned to the side, seeing your fucked out expression he held back a laugh.

You heard his hands leave your pussy, whining about the loss but he just didn’t respond. Instead his hands went down to his waist, unbuckling his belt and zipper.

“Mm.. You look like you can handle one more though, can’t you angel? 4th sound okay?”

Your mind too gone to give him a reaction. Instead just a lazy nod.

“Kay..”

He tapped your ass again.

“We’ll go to the beach after okay? Don’t worry ‘bout that”

What a liar.

The sun was already setting.. (⋋▂⋌)

The beach would have to wait till tomorrow I guess.

E/N: Oh my gah JASON DUVAL PLEASE JUST SLIDE IT IN RAW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GRAHHHHHHHHHHHH. This was jist a quick goon more than it was something long and thought out. If u couldn’t already tell NOT PROOFREAD and it released super quick. Usually I like to take my time with fics and stuff but I LITERALLY COULDNT HOLD BACK OH MY GAH I HAD TO do it NOWW. But anyway, thank you for reading!! Reblogs, notes, and comments much appreciated!! (*^‿^*) XOXO - Mimi

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[swirlyyygal]

“What’s Up With All the Silver?”

That eyelined loner dad right next door to you freaks you the hell out. Not because you’re scared of him. But because of how much you want to lick his [CENSORED] and [REDACTED]

AU!RetiredAltDad!Geto x F!Reader

CW/Tags: NOT PROOFREAD, Geto has a tongue piercing… And he’s eating it, age gap (Geto is in his 30’s, reader is in her 20’s), single dad Geto, Nanako and Mimiko r mentioned and play a role, reader has hair (no type or length specified), SEXXX w/ his dih in(condom on), walls r thin, Geto is Buddhist bc duh, he feels a bit of religious guilt when he thinks abt u but only 4 so long ❤️‍🩹, brief hair pulling (he’s the one getting it pulled)

AN!!: Hi hiiiiiii!!!!!!!! ‼️Major disclaimer: his religious beliefs take apart of the story, and I take that experience from my point of view! I don’t mean it in disrespectful ways but I am taking into thought about how someone who is dedicated to their religion would think. I myself am religious, and have an indifferent opinion on sex but I do know some people who are odd about that kind of thing. So please don’t take it in any disrespectful way when I mention how he feels, masturbation and sex is totally normal!!‼️ Anyway, I was meaning to do him a long time ago but then that Joel Miller pic showed up and I got MAJOR SIDETRACKED (٥⁀▽⁀ )!! Thank u to my goat for giving me the idea of a single dad Geto, DOMO ARIGATO ✌️🤤❤️‍🩹🥀🕊️

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The apartment complex you moved into was nice. Didn’t cost you much, good area. Very walkable and easygoing. It’s just. The neighbors..

You had a colorful array of next door acquaintances. Who knew people could be so inconsiderate.

Didn’t help the walls were thin. The neighbor to your left was always inviting people over to smoke and have sex.. The downstairs were always partying, upstairs was just the roof but still..

Only person you DID ENJOY was the neighbor to your right. A single dad of two little girls. He had long black hair, beautiful set of purple hooded monolids, sun kissed skin, stretched out ears with some others around the shell, and a very clear blackish stain on waterline.

Always quiet, always respectful. Didn’t interact with much anyone actually. You managed to pick up though that he was a Lay Buddhist. You’d seen him at the temple while passing by, and you saw his statues infront of his home.

Also he wasn’t as old as he described himself to be. Only being 37 and all. He didn’t even have to tell you, his daughters did. You assumed they were adopted, not that it mattered. Nanako and Mimiko were 10, so they were at the age where things just kinda flew outta their mouths.

“Mr. Geto forgets to brush his hair in the morning so we have to do it for him!!!”

The little blonde one, Nanako would shout when seeing you on your balcony. Geto then quickly pulling her back in the house and waving his hand. Not really saying sorry, just dismissing it.

It made you giggle. He took real good care of those girls. I mean, everyone in that family had absolutely glowing skin..

That’s beside the point. Point being. You were so down with Geto to the point where it didn’t feel right.

Maybe it was the fact he was such a capable dad? Or possibly how he was just so calm to everything. Even when a screaming match was going on in the back alley, he’d just sit on his balcony and tune it out. Like he was deaf.

He intrigued you so bad. But it’d be weird if you went up to him and asked him on a date. His girls were busy, he was busy, and he was also older, he probably wouldn’t be down with something younger than him. Perchance?

You just kind of saw him from afar, until today when you walked out your front door.

You PLANNED to just go out and really quickly grab some chips from the store at the corner. Until you turned to see Nanako and Mimiko kinda sitting at the front of the door, using colored chalk on the cement floors that led up to it. You stood there, barely fitting tank top, sports shorts, sandals and a bangle barely holding onto your wrist.

“Afternoon Nanako, Mimiko”

You waved, they waved back.

“Mr. Geto went to the temple! We got bored and walked home.”

Ah, you remembered that now when u went to pick up the mail that morning.

“Keep by me” He spoke in that purring tone, and then something after that..

“Uh.. How long have you been in waiting?..”

“20 minutes!!”

It was around a 7 minute walk from the temple to the complex, so they had been waiting for a while. You locked your door and tapped your foot.

“And you just, got up and left?..”

They nodded like it didn’t matter.

“C’mon, I’m walkin’ you back to the temple. Mr. Geto is probably worried sick..”

You replayed the last time his girls kinda just walked off to go play. He came frantically over to your door. It was terrifying to see him looking so frazzled when usually he just had a polite smile.

Turns out they had just went downstairs to play in the lobby.

The two girls got up, walking over to you while sulking.

“But the service takes too longgg!”

They’d usually be gone for around maybe an hour or two. But to a young kid that’s like their whole lifeline so you didn’t doubt it.

Taking your hand, they walked along with you. It felt so weird when they held your hands. You’d seen them do it with Geto. It made you feel weirdly.. Maternal… Which was even weirder bc they weren’t your kids. Shaking that feeling off quickly to not think about it too hard.

Along the way, they kept talking about Geto. Like I said, very talkative.

“Sometimes we fall asleep during the service”

Mimiko sprouted while walking a bit forward. Nanako would nod.

“Mr. Geto doesn’t know yet so don’t tell him!”

You nodded. Giggling to yourself at their antics.

“You know what else you shouldn’t let Mr. Geto know?”

That perked up your brow. Another secret of his? What on Earth could it be, he didn’t seem that secretive.

The two girls turned to eachother and giggled, pushing eachother.

“Mr. Geto thinks your ‘sooo hotttt’!”

They both laughed before running off infront of you down the street to the temple. Their comment hadn’t registered before you started running to make sure they didn’t go the wrong way. It only hit AFTER you arrived at the temple, standing infront of there with them. Panting.

Huh.

Geto hadn’t even seen you more than 10 times. And every time he just kinda nodded your way. He hadn’t shown ANY signs of attraction, so hearing them say he thought you were attractive made your heart flutter.

You watched at a frantic Geto was speed walking around the area, calling out to them with wide eyes. And when he looked to the front to Mimiko and Nanako, he visibly got relieved.

He ran over to them first, tapping them on the forehead and crossing his arms. About to scold them before he saw YOU. And when he saw you, in that little tank top, you watched him grip his sleeve.

“Thank you for bringing them over, I can’t believe I let them out of my sight..”

He turned them around to face you, patting their backs and making them bow a quiet sorry.

He didn’t even question why you had the girls, just that you brought them back.

“Don’t worry, they were just hangin’ around the apartment, didn’t go too far.”

He sighed. Nodding as he began to walk down the streets, with you not to far behind. You didn’t wanna walk with them, that’ll be weird, so you pretended to lug along and be distracted.

Once you both hit back to the complex, Nanako and Mimiko ran up the steps from the lobby. And there you both stood. Just kind of there with eachother. It was awkward before he spoke.

“Again. My apologies, they’re at the age where all they do is wanna run and explore..”

He pinched his nose bridge, turning to look up at him, you noticed the dark stain on his waterline and a bit of a wrinkle under his eye.

“No worries! Really! It’s nice that they’re so active.”

He smiled, grateful at your approach to the situation and how you weren’t annoyed. You watched him take a quick peak at your body before pulling something out of his pocket. He handed you a candy, wrapped in pink plastic cover.

“Thank you hon, good day now.”

He walked after them.

You stayed there, looking at the pink candy in your hand and feeling your face get warm. AHHH. Quickly unwrapping it and placed the wrapper in your pocket. When you saw his gaze on your body and that purring tone he used to call you that dumb name. OUGH JUST KILL ME ALREADY.

You tried to not to think about it too hard while getting back to your place. Trying not to think about how his delicate fingers grazed your own. Why were they so soft anyway? Does he moisturize?.. But, as soon as that door closed, it was completely over. And when I say over, I mean over.

You RAN into your bed, laying on your back with a furrowed brow. This is so dumb. Just because they said Geto called you “hot”, didn’t mean it was true. Yet.. You knew the girls, sure they were a bit mischievous, but not liars.

Kicking your foot against the mattress in frustration. SO LAME SO LAME. You shouldn’t be all over a stupid crush like this. ESPECIALLY on man pushing 40’s. URGH. You weren’t weird like that. Well, the girls didn’t have a ma.. And he usually doesn’t bring a lady home, so.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pound on the wall next to your bed. Right. Mr. Geto’s room was right next to yours in terms of layout. So whatever he was saying or doing, you could just barely hear.

The pound sounded like a body, and was accompanied by a sigh, so it was definitely him. In an unconscious act, you leaned your body against the wall. Sort of calculating where his body rested so you could be lined up with him.

A hand ran along the walls of your room. Wistfully sighing like you were in some kind of movie. Anywhere else this would be embarrassing, but here, alone, is just one of your many pleasures of life. All was well and dandy, just kind of imagining this as a movie scene until you heard a muffled, familiar, voice.

You pressed your ear up to the thin barrier, making out what he was saying on, what you could only assume was the phone.

“No no.. Satoru you don’t you don’t understand, she’s too fine for her own good..”

His voice sounded strained, like he was biting his lip and holding something back. Who the hell was he going on about?

“I-I don’t mean to be perverted but like— No no you don’t understand like I could like see them. Yeah, no bra. And the white didn’t help much either..”

You looked down. Oh god you weren’t wearing a bra AND you had white on. I mean, it didn’t seem noticeable at the time but under the sun..

“I haven’t been like this since I was a teen, it’s weighing on me. I don’t enjoy feeling this way.. She’s such a sweet girl with her whole life ahead of her and— oh god and what about the temple..”

Well, he was dedicated. You knew that much. And we all know religion can be kinda iffy on sexual stuff. Especially lust and masturbation. Did he ever masturbate to you? WEIRD THOUGHT.

“Lo—Look Satoru I gotta go.. I need a moment to think about it. Yeah talk to you later, I’ll tell the girls you said hi..”

And the call was over. You heard the phone being thrown to a far end of the bed and his back pounding against the wall again.

Well that was the end of that. He would just fall for you and be guilty over his indecent thoughts, no big deal.

..

Then there was the sound of pants rustling.

No way.

You heard him place them on the blankets… And then his elbow hitting the wall. Oh lord.

You didn’t wanna believe it, he was proving it to you though.

“Forgive me.. Forgive me..”

He repeated quietly like a mantra. Before you heard the familiar sound of skin slapping. AHHHHH HE WAS JERKING OFF AHHH. Your heart began to beat 20 times more than usual. It felt so weird, so odd to hear this. You hadn’t heard it before, to be honest, you hadn’t even thought he would do things like that.

“I’m so-oorrryyy..”

He’d groan out, often cut off by a heavy moan. It was consistent. And you knew because you were hearing it. The whole thing. Ear pressed against the wall and all. You felt bad about it at first, but then again. He was jerking to the thought of you, so it was only a fair exchange.

His breathing was hot and heavy, and his pace wasn’t calculated. Assuming it’s because he was major desperate.

As perverted as it was, you wanted to hear him cum. You wanted to hear if he’d say your name, just to confirm…

And in your worst fear. Or greatest fantasy, he did.

Saying it with a passion and purr that was so perfect and sweet, but so raw at the same time.

You gasped, looking around your room to see if this was a joke. Was it? What would you do if it was?

A million thoughts raced through your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to him anymore. Running out of the room and into your kitchen to distract yourself.

Maybe you’d cook? No. Watch TV? No. Go on your phone? No.. GAH! YOU COULDN’T GET IT OUT OF YOUR HEAD.

Then, a knock at your door. Please don’t let it be him..

Opening in the door, oh thank the lord it wasn’t him. Just Nanako and Mimiko. Why the hell were they at your door?

Just before you could ask, it was like they read your mind.

“We’re going out to play, can we borrow 5 dollars?”

‘Why me?’ You asked yourself. But didn’t deny them. Giving them a $5 bill.

“Thanks!! We’ll put in a good word for you!!”

Mimiko gleamed, and just like that they were off.

Good word?

To GETO?!

Again with the Geto oh lord it was never gonna end.

You turned your head to his door. Maybe drop by? He’s alone.. And you should probably tell him you gave them 5 dollars so he doesn’t think they stole anything.

You told yourself that was the reason while locking your door and walking over. Yeah that’s it. Not because you wanted to see him.

You knock 3 times.

No answer.

Then another.

Nothing.

Third times the charm, and it worked.

You heard feet shuffling in a panic and a frantic Geto answered the door. Breath heavy, hand wet with water, and his hair all messy with some strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-haa— Wha.. What’s goin’ on?”

His hand wasn’t even dry yet. You rested your weight on one leg with a hand on your hip.

“Sorry to bother just— Well, I gave the girls money, just wanted you to know so you don’t think they ya’know.. Shook some kid down.”

You have a light chuckle, he did too. Visibly relaxing against the door frame.

“How did I end up with such a good neighbor?.. Come in, come in sit.”

He says like he wasn’t just choking his chicken to the thought of you. He was so calculated so fast. Like, it was kind of annoying. You walk in not to far behind him, and you realized how little you’d been in his place. Maybe once or twice, but never more than that.

His home was furnished in a way that made everything seem so cool. Like a fresh breeze had just blown in. Pictures of his daughters and friends scattered on walls and counters, more than anything else.

A picture of him leaned against TV of his hair being shaved off. So he was a monk at some point in his youth.

Dolls and Littlest Pet Shop toys were scattered on the carpet of the living room, as well as books. It gave you a sense of a well loved home. A well furnished and loved home.

You smiled, he noticed. Bringing you both two glasses of water. He sat beside you. His airy scent seemed so natural. You turned away, looking to the wall next to the couch when you saw a bunch of old school pictures. It wasn’t hard to tell. You saw the quality and outfits of the time.

A blonde man with hair covering his eye. A white haired man, who you knew was called “Gojo”. A brown haired man. And finally a brown haired lady. Then your eyes landed on the corner. Holy flip.

There he was. And you could tell based on the tan of his skin and that shiny black haired man. Except, so much more detailed.

A heavy black underline and eyeliner, hair a bit frazzled and about to fall out of his bun, fingers littered with rings. But what attracted you the most was his PIERCINGS.

They were everywhere. I mean like all around. His brow had one, his ear was peace covered in all silver. Those same stretched out ears. And.

Oh lord.

A tongue piercing.

As clear as day because he was sticking it out.

You were hypnotized and he noticed FAST.

“Oh.. That’s from my college days..”

You turned back to him. Empty eyebrow hole, barely any earring piercings. And that familiar black stain on the waterline. It was like he totally abandoned the old him.

Until you saw his open mouth smile and there it was.

That little silver ball.

“You still kept the tongue piercing though?”

You pointed out, starting directly at his mouth. He placed a hand over his mouth and laughed.

“Ah yeah I do.. I find it a pain to take out.”

He looked away guiltily.

“That’s not the reason, is it?..”

Dangerous game you’re playing, god you didn’t know how he’d react to that statement. His head turned to you, a faint flush appearing before turning it down to his hands.

“Ah no. It’s cause, well.. In my youth. A lady I was hooking up with told me— Well- You know”

His words were scattered. You cocked a brow, he went on.

“She had told me, my tongue piercing— Wath hood hor eathing ow”

Midway he stuck out his tongue, letting you get a true glimpse of what it looked like. You assumed he said “was good for eating out”.

He noticed your silence and put it back in his mouth. Getting noticeably embarrassed and ashamed.

“I wanted to leave the past me behind, the scandalous me.. I apologize, it was crude to say all of that to you.”

He looked down, his eyes leaning to you and then seeing how you thighs pressed together. He decided to ignore it, furrowing his brows and bringing his hands together. Muttering something under his breath.

A prayer? Yeah probably.

“It’s fine Mr. Geto really, I asked in the first place. Plus, everyone has thoughts like that, no shame.”

He took a deep breath and placed both hands on his lap. He gripped his leg. Bringing his body up straight to stare directly down at you. He took a long drag down your body, looking at your legs, to your chest, shoulders, neck, and to you.

“I suppose so.. But.. You know, it’s still crude and- Oh lord- Distasteful..”

He had to take a deep breath in the middle of his sentence. He was fighting his inner self and it was way too obvious. He kept closing his eyes and repeating prayers in his head.

You looked down at your lap now. Just kind of staring at your thighs and hoping and praying he totally didn’t notice you pinching them together. You turned to his side to look at him again. But didn’t lift your head.

Oh lord you saw it.

The print was way too obvious in his grey sweatpants. His hand gripping the fabric so hard you thought he would rip them clean off.

He bit his bottom lip so hard you thought the skin was totally gonna rip off. You already saw it going red.

“So…”

You needed to change the conversation and fast. His hand quickly went to cover his raging erection when he noticed that you noticed. Shaking like he saw a ghost.

“I’m sorry.. It’s just.. Ah, I haven’t been intimate in quite a while. Guess I started reminiscing.”

Letting out an awkward laugh. He was about to run into his room and sob. Plus, he was still sensitive from being interrupted while gooning.

“What?.. You get hard while eating a girl out?”

You had never been this blunt with him. You never found it right. He wasn’t strong with his words, he took a delicate approach. And you watched his eyes visibly open, the purple shining off in the bright sun seeping through the blinds.

You looked down to see it twitch at just the mention of it. Oh lord you were literally joking, not SERIOUS when you said it.

Now you were both here. Cock hard and aching while you were slightly getting wet.

He looked at you.

You looked at him.

You both knew, ya’ll weren’t dumb. And he wanted to so bad, but his mind was stopping him. ‘THINK OF THE TEMPLE’ ‘Would Buddha be displeased?’ ‘She’s in her 20’s’

Every thought weighed on him. Lord the guilt was heavy. He was fighting every little part of himself to not give in. It was like everything was against him. A forbidden need. God it was just absolutely ruining him.

“I do.. Of course I do. What kind of man doesn’t?”

He turned to face you directly. Staring at you. Oh he really wanted it bad.. Like, dangerously bad. You saw it on his face. Years of religious repression getting to him, but also leaving him the second your hand grazed his thigh.

“You wanna eat me out?”

She shoots?

“Oh god yes.”

SHE SCORESSS.

Absolutely total half court shot made. You were shocked he said yes. He sounded so deliciously desperate.

In no time at all he had you lying back down on the couch. Shorts off and panties thrown elsewhere to the floor. And when he got that first look of your dripping cunt he almost came right then and there. Boxers on, sweatpants on and everything.

He hadn’t seen one in so long. He hadn’t necessarily wanted to. Not until you moved in. And every day he’s been dreaming of it. Now seeing it in real life he was ready to absolutely ruin it.

Quickly wrapping his arms under your legs he lifted them up so they rested on his shoulders. Holding your hips with his hands while his breath fanned against your folds. A heavy shiver went down your spine when you felt it, how scandalous..

You already saw metaphorical spirals appearing in his pupils before he kissed the side of your thigh. Letting his soft lips touch your supple skin. He melted into it easier than you would have thought.

“I’ll— Lord— Please forgive me if I can’t hold back..”

He murmured. Getting ever so closer before leaving a burning kiss to your clit. Your thighs twitched and your eyes peered to him. He had barely even kissed you but god did it feel good.

His eyes were closed in ecstasy as his drooling tongue licked a line down between. Laying it flat on your folds as he soaked in the flavor like some kind of food critic. The cold metallic feeling of his ball piercing hitting your clit as he flicked his tongue. Normally getting aten out was good, but with the piercing.. It was like a whole new idea and world was introduced to you.

He moaned, muffled by his mouth being occupied. The vibration going straight to your head and nerves.

He was engulfed in your taste. Popping his mouth on and off our your swollen pussy. Occasionally sucking and letting the ball of his piercing rest against your perked clit.

Damn if he wasn’t a good eater you wouldn’t know what he was.

“T-that lady was— Fuuuuhhhkk- Right..”

You laughed. Barely able to keep it up though without squishing his face with your thighs when his tongue swiped back and forth. He was definitely an eater, and what made it even better is that he looked like he lived for eating it.

He held onto your hips like if he let go and stopped licking, both you and him would cease to exist. He ate it in such a caring, but lustful way.

He opened his eyes, vision a bit blurred before he looked to you. Making direct eye contact as he licked a long stripe up. Curling his tongue at the end and licking his arousal covering lips.

“I don— Don’t know what’s gotten over me oh God.. Forgive me forgive me..”

He repeated again. He was really into being forgiven. You couldn’t tell if he was exactly talking to you, or Buddha. But you didn’t care because even after saying that, he kept devouring it. Shaking his head side to side while his tongue lay flat. Letting the tip slip into your dripping hole before pulling back to just make out with your sex.

He kissed it with such passion. Such a calculated way of making you tremble and moan. The noises you were letting out were obscene, if any of your neighbors heard— well. They weren’t much better. So why were you gonna stop at their expense? Infact. It made u louder.

When he heard you get louder his pace continued with fever. His hips rutting up into the air, not even humping the cushions literally just going into the air. He missed this feeling, knowing that his mouth can give a woman such intense pleasure. Putting the silver ball to use against your clit, giving it a cold sensation.

Your hand ran through his sleek black hair, tugging on the scalp of it. His eyes rolled back, letting out a guttural moan before going right back to work. You even felt your wetness drop down to your thighs, I mean, how messy was he gonna get?!

He liked it messy, no duh but whatever. He just kept slurping you up like he was dehydrated. His spit pooling into his mouth and dripping onto the couch cushions.

He took a moment to breathe, heavy gusts and wind blown on your sensitive pussy.

“Can’t get enough—“

He breathed out quick as hell before going back to mauling that. Piercing poking around at the flesh with his tongue drawing random spirals and shapes. And your grip only got stronger, nails digging into your own palm to ground yourself.

He brought you closer to his face, pushing your hips into his mouth while he sucked on your clit. Letting himself just enjoy it all before going back to smothering his face in it.

“Ar yu cloth?”

He panted while still eating it. Taking a while to actually pick up what he said before nodding. He nodded back, letting his tongue apply pressure to your wet cunt before licking up to your clit. Continuously sucking before watching your thighs shake and tremble around his face. Legs clamping around his head and he could swear he saw heaven in that moment of his breathing being cut off.

Your orgasm came out with such intensity. You realized no one had ever given you such good head, like, ever. Not with such care, such fever, such love. Damn you could get hooked on this.

You rode it out on his face, hips grinding against his mouth before he let go of your waist and you stopped suffocating him (to his own displeasure).

“Good girl.. You tasted— Lord— You taste—“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence. climbed on top of you, cradling your head up from the back to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, letting your own rest against his. The clacking of metal against your teeth feeling weird, but good. The skin around your lips also messy with your arousal. I mean he really ate that thing.

He pulled away from the kiss with a sort of guilty look in his eye, twisted with lust as well. He looked like he had just gotten rid of years of stress, but gained them back when he realized what he had done. It wasn’t you. No. Never you. It was his own mind messing with him. And that red band that lay across his right wrist.

“Hon.. Please. Forgive me.. But it hurts.. I’ve been wanting- Needing this for a long time and I dunno how much longer I can deny it”

You lifted your upper body up to see him pulling down his sweatpants along with the boxers. Watching his angry, throbbing cock lay bare against. Precum already dripping down and leaving a large wet patch on the fabric. He gave you a pathetic look.

“Please just tell me it’s okay that I’m doing this. It’s cruel and selfish but pleasepleaseplease..”

Is he, begging?

He’s begging.

The usually calm and composed, peaceful man. Who you knew always had a calculated look on his face, was begging you comfort him.

You couldn’t help but give a bit of a chuckle. Concealing it behind a soft smile.

“It’s okay, I’m totally down with all this. I want it as bad as you do. So, Suguru..”

You said his first name with a purr in your tone. Not like his usual calm purr, but with a new kind. A kind of purr that made his body shiver and his desires grow tenfold.

You watched as a flip switched in his head while scrambling a condom from the bottom drawer of his TV stand. Walking back over to you laying on the couch. Sitting on his knees infront of you, he placed it around his cock slowly. Letting it stretch and cover all his length while slowly aligning himself up with your hole. Still incredibly wet.

And when he put the tip in, feeling the warmth of a woman’s pussy for the first time in years. Lord it’s like every single guilty feeling left his body. The times he’s spent jerking off, and then spiraling about it for hours on end, leaving his mind. You watch it happen. You watched the way his eyes closed and a vein on his forehead bulged. Holding your hips with his nimble fingers and pushing in. Every inch reaching a spot inside of you that you never knew you had.

“You’re doing alright hon? Lemme know if you need it to stop..”

He said in such seriousness before continuing to slide in.

“Never better.”

You quipped. He almost lost it at that moment. He finally managed to slip all the way in, a groan of pain from you while a moan of pleasure from him. While it was a big painful, the pain subsided into raw pleasure like a snap.

He gripped your skin. He hadn’t felt such a thing in a looonggg time, so you let him bask in it. Letting him lean down to kiss your neck, then shoulder, then chest before flicking his tongue against your nipple. Catching a glimpse of that piercing made you clench around him and he felt that.

He didn’t need to question if it was because of the nipple or the metal. He knew.

Pulling himself back up, he realigned himself. Turning his gaze to you for permission. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“You can move, don’t hurt no more”

Beaming, he immediately got to work. Going slow, letting himself out by an inch. Then pushing back inside again. The wet squelch sound almost making you laugh, if you weren’t about to fall all over his dick.

Slowly he began going in and out, feeling your walls close in around him with intensity he never knew. He gritted his teeth, how the hell were you so warm? He was deprived, deprived of what he needed and desired so bad. Deprived of you in yourself. Not just your body, but you as a whole. He needed you. And right now, he just so happened to need your pussy.

He pushed himself so deep inside that you felt him fill you completely, stretching you to the point where it honestly felt unnatural. You whined from the feeling, god what he wouldn’t give to have that sound playing on his phone constantly.

“It’s okay hon.. S’okay..”

He consoled you, keeping him own pace up inside of you. The sounds of wetness and nothing making him loose his own sanity. He could hear every breath, every moan, every squelch, even rustle. It felt so intimate, cause it was. Still with that grey sweater covering his body and sweatpants throw with your own shorts.

But you knew. Even if he was trying to just enjoy, oh he was holding back LIKE CRAZY. You saw in the way he looked at you, the way his hands gripped your skin.

“Faster. Please, Suguru..”

His name in your voice clicked in his head. And like a sleeper agent he locked the hell in. Taking your hip in his hands “sorry sorry sorry” He whispered before taking his pace from a 4 all the way to a 8. He knew he needed this, he knew he needed to let off some steam but he also knew it might cause you harm. And he’d never let his neighbor girl get hurt.

All of a sudden everything got louder. Couch creaking, squelching getting louder, skin slapping faster, and your moans. Sweet, tempting moans ran through his head in circles. Oh he needed that to the point where he would just die to have it. It felt like he died now that he got to finally let it out.

“I-I gotta be honest hon!!-“

He exclaimed, aggressively poising into you. Damn could he FUUUUUUHHHHKKK. You looked at his expression, eyes closed with mouth wide open.

“Go ON!!”

You tried to keep your voice in check without a total moan taking away your words.

“No lady ever said the tongue piercing thing!! I just kept it because- All the men you brought over had ‘em, and good Lord if I didn’t want to be them..”

He admitted. The usual reserved Geto admitting his own selfish want for keeping it in instead of taking it out. You could almost laugh at his reason if it wasn’t turning you on so much. He kept his old ways just because he thought it’d make you want him? SUCH A FREAKING CORNBALL BUT SO SWEEET!!

You wanted to tell him how much you needed to hear that, and how much you wanted him too. Whenever you brought guys over they just so happened to look similar to him, not so much of a coincidence but he didn’t need to know that. You wanted to tell him this info BAD. But you could barely let out a ‘cute’ because all that’d escape would be a moan.

So you let out a moan. An apartment shaking moan that you imagined everyone heard, but you just. Couldn’t care less. It was all for him, all these moans and whimpers for his mind to keep forever. You always wanted to be polite for the neighbors, never wanting to bother but now, you wanted to be a bother so you knew just how good you were getting dicked down.

Cursing under his breath after hearing your moans, he kept at it. Letting his black hair fall and get all over his back. Strands sticking to his sweaty forehead while he reached the deepest part of your womb. His mouth fell open to really just feel every part of this experience to the highest amount he could.

He’s bullying you with it. And he doesn’t even realize how much you’re feeling. With every thrust your boobs bounced and hair rubbed against the cushions. You felt every single vein and it absolutely ruined you. You memorized it. One was on the left side going all the way up and down while the other was just slightly at the base. A hand went to grip the cushions while the other held onto nothing. His hands still gripping onto your waist like if he let go you’d split in two.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than this.. Please let me be selfish with you and let me have you like this?..”

It was a little too late to ask, but you didn’t mind. You liked that even during the moment he’d ask, like he hasn’t already been asking previously. Your mind could barely register the request before it finally was out through your skull. Letting out a chuckle you nod.

“Be selfish with me, Suguru”

That was all you needed to say before he started going at a pace only one could dream off. Missed out years caught up to him in that very moment as his cock was angrily pushed inside. Another high pitched moan escaped your mouth, as another moan did his. It felt like heaven to him, he tried to push the thought down but it did. It felt like pure and true heaven with him inside of you.

Ruthless pounding of skin making it hard to concentrate on anything else. You might have heard the neighbors knock on your walls, but you didn’t care. You both finally got what you wanted. He wanted you and you wanted him. It was all that mattered.

His thumb went down to your clit, rubbing side to side while he relentlessly pushed into you. He watched your expression change and your grip on the sofa get tighter.

“Cum with me, please. Suguru.”

You managed to let out with a strained voice. God not his name again. Anything but that. You felt your lower stomach tighten and your pussy clenching around his length pushed fully inside. And his cock buried fully inside. He continued to rub your clit, rubbing it with calculation while his own pace got aggressive.

You came first like he intended. Your legs spasming and locking around his waist. Toes clenching and eyes rolling back type of orgasm. A Earth shattering moan left your mouth, reverberating from the walls while your whole body trembles. Hot is all you could describe it. If you actually put it into words, it wouldn’t work.

He let you calm yourself on his cock before you watched his pace get sloppy and ultimately he shook as well. Shoulders shivering while he came inside the condom. All types of stress leaving him when he finally came. You felt his hands go from firm grip, to a barely hanging on grip. Watching him pull out of you slowly and then walking away. You didn’t think you could lift yourself up, se you kind of just heard what was going on. You heard the sound of a trash can opening, a sink running. And a water bottle.

He walked back. A bit frazzled but nonetheless still caring. He sat down and opened the bottle, cradling your head up. You drank, the cold water refurnishing some of your energy. He closed the bottle and placed it lord knows where. He looked at you lovingly, his guilty thoughts not running through his mind at the moment. It seemed like those things didn’t exist right now.

Slowly you sat up, bracing yourself if it was painful. Resting your back against the arm couch to atleast get a glimpse of the usually refined man. Who was now messed up panting.

You both sat there in silence. Just kind of admiring eachother before you landed on those beautiful purple eyes of his.

His eyeliner was running.

The eyeliner that he SWORE was just a stain from his youth, was running down his eyes to the middle of his cheeks.

“Leave the past behind me my ass”

He heard you and shook his head. Not deciding to answer or get mad, just letting you have the moment. His past would come up another time, but not now. Not with his hand gently stroking your sore body.

Not now. His guilt and past could wait.

E.N: HOLLLY FLIP THIS TOOK ME WAY LONGER THEN I THOUGHT IT WOULD. It’s mainly just because of my procrastination problem and also because I’m still a noob at writing sex.. #i♡beingavirgin!! Anyway!! I hope to write more for JJK goats in the future, but I’ll try to keep a consistent schedule!!! Don’t take my word on it tho… Hope you all enjoy!!!! Reblogs, notes, and comments appreciated!!!!! (●’◡’●)ﾉ XOXO - Mimi!

[swirlyyygal]

Someone hurry and write the Jason duval smut 😩

[swirlyyygal]

“Up Late..”

Being woken up late into the night was something you hated, but it means you get to admire Joel.. So it’s not all that bad.. (≧◡≦)

Jackson!Joel x F!Reader

CW/Tags: NOOT PROOFREAD, Age gap (Joel is like 60 sum I think but reader is unspecified), crybaby reader, glasses STAY ON 🤤, cockwarming (eventual riding), drowsy reader, clingy reader (im projecting 💔), praise, pet names, no y/n, domestic vibe, quick boot humping, reader has hair (type and length r up 4 interpretation), fingers in the readers mouth, tummy bulge (RELEASE ME), Raw but pullout method is used, Small mention of feeling around teeth (not detailed)

A/N!: “Geto next” so I’m a big fat liar. Don’t even freaking joke. I saw this pic and I KNEWWW I needed to write a little something (￣▽￣٥)… Kinda short bc I just got really into it.. This is more self indulgent than anything seewwwwww…. Again! Not proofread!!

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Late into the night you awoke, sitting on the edge of your mattress. Feeling the weight of your body slightly sink it down. Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness as you looked around, it couldn’t have been less than 12 am. FML. Usually when you wake up in the middle of the night, you’re never able to fall back asleep.

It was a torturous sleeping pattern that you had ever since you were a child. You thought it’d get better now that you were roaming Jackson, but they just didn’t quit. So you’d usually just kind of sit in bed till 6 am and fall asleep, then get waken up only 2 or 3 hours later.. 5 if lucky.

Joel knew about this pattern, he didn’t see it because granted he was asleep, but he knew about it.

Tonight was different, sorta. You woke up around 12 like usual. But instead of wide awake, you were still a bit sleepy. Just barely hanging in between the line of knocked out and awake.

Mumbling something to yourself, you gently placed your feet against the cold hardwood floor. Stumbling through the halls all the way down to his workshop in the back.

His workshop was quiet, on the occasion he played music, but he told you how it messed with his mind and preferred silence. Which was such a foreign concept to you considering you always had your little CD player with you.

You saw the dim lighting of the room illuminate through the crack of the door. It creaked when you pushed it open. He didn’t notice. Probably his bad ear. You stood there in your oversized tattered t shirt and panties, just kind of adjusting your vision to admire him.

You didn’t know why he still had his stupid jeans on, and that big coat. Even his boots. It was like he was ready to just get up and leave at any time. But you loved it. You loved his look. But what you really loved was that he wore GLASSES. He sorta used his glasses when he was younger, but he never used them for a long time. He can see enough, but not when everything is just “too damn small fa’ me ta’ see..”. In his words atleast.

You liked them though, as much as they annoyed him, you enjoyed seeing them adorn his face. You thought it made him look dashing with the orangish-red frames.

It took him a good 5 minutes of you just standing there for him to notice. He jolted a bit, twitching before realizing it was just you. He really needs to get his reflexes in check… Being alone with you, in the same room or not, made his reflexes shut down by 60%.

“Good lord angel you almost ga’me a whole heart attack..”

He grumbled, not mad just shocked.

“Couldn’t sleep?..”

You nodded. Rubbing your eye while making your way over to him. Settling by his leg under the table.

Joel looked down to see you hugging his lower leg. Arms wrapped around the muscle and cheek resting against his knee. He looked at you warmly, eyes sleepy, but his eyes were always like that so it wasn’t too far off.

He stared at you for a moment, and you stared back. Just sitting there while dozing in and out of consciousness. He loved your sleepy expression. It seemed very vulnerable to him. His calloused hand ran down to stroke your hair, no fingers running through, just to pat your head like some kind of pet.

You relished in the attention. It wasn’t straightforward. Well it was but in a kind of domestic way. You liked when he acted all domestic with you. Your fingers stretched around his leg and stroked along the jean fabric.

“Just what are ya’ tryin’ get into lil’ lady?..”

He chuckled, it wasn’t in an annoyed way. It was kind of warm the way he said it.

“Nothin’..”

Your tone drowned and dragged.

You slightly adjusted your body to get a tighter grip. The action making your barely covered core slide over the top of his boot. You whined. But he just thought it was one of those sleepy noises people would make.

“Right.. Jus’ go to sleep sweet’art..”

He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. Admiring how the fat would bunch up when pressed against any kind of surface.

He brought his hand back up to the table and continued to read whatever instructions were given. Or whatever small little thing he had to put together. You could hear his huffs and the sound of paper crumbling because it was so quiet. The sounds of the night didn’t provide much background noise anyway.

You stayed there for a moment. Not doing much except admiring how he looked from below. Something you’d done many times before but never get tired of it.

Even though you were on the edge of knocking out. Something was even stronger. Feeling the top of his boot pressed firmly against your pussy, which was already getting warm and wet by the moment.

That was just GREAT. You didn’t wanna bother him, that’s annoying. And he already told you to go to sleep, plus his concentration would be in RUINS if he had noticed you grinding up against the leather. So you fought. You fought the urge to move. But you were slowly losing the fight.

The urge was too much to ignore. It started to hurt the more you ignored it. You whispered “sorry..” before slowly repositioning yourself at the foot of the boot. Just slightly going back and forth so he wouldn’t notice. And he didn’t. He didn’t even bat an eye the first time. So you imagined he wouldn’t notice the second time.

And the second turned into the 5th, then the 16th.. Then it became a pattern. You’d rub yourself back and forth on the tip, friction providing you with enough pleasure to not need him just yet. You felt your mouth fall agape with no noise coming out as to not let him hear. The grip on his leg got tight, something you couldn’t control.

Truth be told. Joel knew. He wasn’t stupid, and he sure wasn’t deaf. The sound of clothes and quiet whines didn’t go through his head blankly. Plus he already felt your cunt pressed against his foot, it wasn’t paralyzed or nothing. He knew, it stuck with him, and went right down South. His brows knitted together as he decided to let you know he knew. Bouncing his left leg up and down, pretending to just use it as a habit.

The sudden pressure of you pushing down and him bouncing up making you let out a guttural whine. Eyes closing as you bit your lip. He definitely caught you now.

He looked down, pretending to be oblivious.

“What the hell was all that about?.. Didn’t ya’ say you weren’t doin’ ‘nothin’..”

He mocked you. You were caught red handed. You felt your face get hot as you shook your head. Resting it against his knee but you didn’t stop grinding. You were way past that point. And he sure wasn’t gonna stop bouncing his leg. He leaned back, pushing his glasses up his nose, watching you grind pitifully against the boot while hugging his leg tightly. A grin appeared, not condescendingly, but smiling warmly down at you. Like telling you it was alright.

Pouting out your bottom lip, with those glossy eyes.. You continued to grind. Chasing the high you had before, yet now it was more intense because he finally realized you were here. Mouth falling open you bit his knee, teeth rubbing against the rough denim texture while trying to keep your mind straight. You knew it was futile thought. Every time, it seemed like pleasure would totally take control of your mind and that is all that you could even think about. More pleasure, more heat, more of him. It was all centered around that pleasurable experience.

You watched as he bit his bottom lip, hand going over his mouth. As well as the growing bulge in his jeans. You continued to move, and he continued to bounce. You looked dazed. Partially because of the sleep.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?..”

He joked. No smile, no chuckle, just a dry huff. But you knew he was joking, you knew he was messing with you.

“Mhm.. Yeah”

“Need my help?”

“Y-yeAh..”

Your voice cracked when it hit that spot again. You just ran your hips in circles. I mean. You felt on edge, but it wasn’t getting you there. It wasn’t enough, it was never enough. You wished it was but it was never enough without him.

The look on your face tugged at his heart strings. That sad, pathetic look in your eyes only made him itch more and more. He knew that look all too well. He knew it like the back of his hand.

He sighed, not annoyed just in a ‘I give in’ way.

“Up ya go..”

Mumbling. Reaching down for you and lifting you by your underarms. You whined at the loss. He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

He flipped you around so your back rested firmly against his chest. He brought his right hand over to the side of your face. The middle and pointer finger pushing against the plumpness of your lips.

You opened up your mouth, letting them slowly side into your mouth. He first felt around at your teeth, pressing them against your canines, incisors, then your molars. He had this weird thing about feeling around your teeth, you didn’t know why. Then he rested them against your tongue, the weight of them relaxing you and lulling you to sleep.

Slowly you wrapped your lips fully around them. He felt the warm, wet feeling engulf his digits and your tongue swirling around. He kissed your cheek and under the eye.

And as soon as they were in, they were out. He dragged them out as slow as possible, leaving a line of spit connecting before he brought that hand down to your panties. Slipping the wet fingers past your fabric and touching your own wetness. He bit the inside of his bottom lip. Rubbing his erection on your ass. Perv. But you were too.

“Did my boot really do allat to ‘ya? Guess ‘ya don’t need me no more..”

He teased. But your mind could barely register a joke and not a joke. You shook your head, leg tensing when his fingers circled your clit.

“Mm-mm.. No way..”

You reached behind yourself and palmed his growing bulge. He laughed. His hands leaving you, gently pushing your hand out of the way and going down to his zipper. Losing his grip on it a few times before finally getting it down. He pulled his jeans and boxers down at the same time and watched it hit his stomach. He saw the bead of glossy precum fall down and he groaned. Even at his old, prehistoric age, when he was with you he was able to get hard like he was in his 20’s again.

“What’dya need to sleep darlin’? ‘Cause I think I know, but I wanna hear ‘ya say it.. Loud and proud baby..”

Your pout pushing out your bottom lip. Words weren’t your strong suit in this type of mindset. I mean, you were already in some kinda subspace, and then combined with your drowsiness. It was a disaster in your mind. If you knocked on your skull, it’d sound like a coconut.

“Wan’ it inside.. Jus’ in.. No moving..”

He nodded.

“Go figure. Wanna feel all warm inside huh? That it, ain’t it?”

Like I said. He knew you like the back of his hand.

You nodded too. In a millisecond he lifted you up higher and pushed your panties to the side. Spreading your legs with his ankle so he could get in easier. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear to brace you for it. Thick and girthy like always. A blessing but a major pain.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you breathed in all shaky and heavy. He shushed you and kissed your eye. Making sure that tear never went too far down.

You felt full immediately. Your walls adjusting to his size. Initially, it was just pain. After the initial pain, it was replaced by aching, sobbing pleasure.

“I’ve gotta work now. So sleep.”

He patted your stomach. Feeling the bulge where his cock rested.

The feeling at first was hard to adjust to. In the outside you looked collected but inside you were about to lose it all. You watched infront of you as his hands carefully and calculated, worked at the small wires and gears infront of him. He looked so used to it. Like he too wasn’t kissing your cervix.

He was dangerously deep, like. Almost too much to handle deep. Tears spilled from your eyes as you tried to not mess up his concentration. Also promising him you would let him work and you just wanted him inside. Because you did. You just didn’t realize how hard it would be to do something like that.

It seemed so easy when described. But in practice, it was a major pain. Your hands rested in your lap and your head flew back against his chest. Still staring down while he worked with tweezers as if those same fingers weren’t feeling around your tongue a moment ago.

It felt like you two were becoming one. With how deep he was inside, you wouldn’t doubt it.

It had been no more than 5 or so minutes before you started practically sobbing from not being able to move. You looked down at your trembling legs on top of his own. Cold wet drops fell down onto the skin of your thighs. He shook his head.

“Now you told me you just wanted to sit on it? Don’t go cryin’ angel..”

His lips grazed your cheek. His beard and mustache pricking your skin. He kissed away the tears that couldn’t and wouldn’t stop falling.

“Hurts..”

“Aw I know, I know. It’s alright sweet’art. It’ll take me no more than 20 minutes..”

He stopped and went back to his work. It PISSED you off how easily he could do that. Like this was something he did all the time. Something he was used to. Annoying old bastard.

Those 20 minutes felt like a whole 20 years of just pain and anguish. A drop of sweat fell down your forehead when you tried to keep it together. And mind you, the waterworks didn’t stop.

It was hell honestly if you could call it that.

You felt pathetic. Everything in your body was telling your to move, to give into your desires and go against your own word. As much as you wanted to. You just couldn’t. You didn’t wanna and every fiber in your body was telling you not to.

Maybe it was the fear of disappointing him, maybe it was just you being stubborn, probably a mix of both. And believe me, you wanted to move. Your hands gripped the fabric of his jeans with a fever he knew. He knew because he’d seen the sheets do that more than once. He bit his tongue. He also wanted to give in.

To grip your hips, dig his fingers into the flesh of your skin and have you bounce on him right at that moment. But he just couldn’t, he was strong to his word. Stubborn in simple and informal terms. Wasn’t helping that he couldn’t exactly focus with his dick all up in your walls.

He played it cool. Making it look like he didn’t feel you squirming. Making it look like he was actually reading the instructions and piecing together the gears to the wires. In reality, he was totally fucking around. You didn’t know what kinda work he did, so it was easy for him to play it off like he was actually getting something done. You both were stubborn, and weren’t gonna go back on your word just for a minute.

He turned his face to the clock, praying silently that the 20 minutes passed, and they did. He took the deepest sigh ever, like he had just come back from a battlefield.

Dramatically he dropped his tweezers and gadgets. Letting them scramble on his scratched up table before gripping your hips with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“You did great lil’ lady.. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect..”

You looked back at him. Eyes already red and puffy from nothing. He leaned his head down to your shoulder. Lips kissing your skin with desperation. His glasses getting pushed up and fogged.

“You can move now...”

You gripped his thighs. He hissed feeling your nails. As soon as you even lifted yourself up slightly you felt like you were about to cum. Shaking your head to deny yourself you kept up to ride him.

Loud and pathetic moans left your mouth in the quiet of the night. Brows furrowed with a type of relief you hadn’t felt in a long time. You weren’t even edging, but it sure felt like it.

He watched it. Letting his strained back lean against the chair. Hand running through his hair and readjusting his glasses so he could see this in full and clear view. His right hand ran up under your tank top, lifting it from the bottom. His calloused and tough palm gripped your boob. Massaging it in his hand. He could feel how hard your nipples were on his palm.

With every bounce you felt him reach just ever so deeper. You could even see the bulge in your stomach. It pissed you off.

Every twitch felt 20x more aggressive, 20x more sweet, and 20x more powerful. You almost lost your grip on his thighs a few times because of how wet your hands were. You regretted wiping your eyes. URGH STUPID.

He noticed the crying, obviously. It had been going on for the past 30 sum minutes. Ever since you placed it inside, he watched just how much you could cry. He wondered how your tear ducts weren’t all dried up. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he liked it. Not in a weird sadistic way, he wasn’t a perv like that. But in a way that made you seem so vulnerable. In a way that was like “I feel so good I’ll just start crying bc my emotions r too much”. He liked it. He liked it because it was real.

Letting go of your breast, his slapped your hip. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just a warning.

“Therreeee we go.. You were just itchin’ for this moment weren’t ya angel?..”

You nodded pitifully. FML FML FML. You never usually felt this pathetic. He didn’t see that in his eyes. But you did. That contributed to the tears. You couldn’t lie though, around him, you kinda liked feeling pathetic. In a sorta, open way.

You tried to think hard about that in the moment. But the only thing reaching through your mind was needing that dick. The sound of rustling jeans, and the feeling of jeans against your bare ass, added a nice friction.

“Pretty pussy.. It feelin’ alright?..”

You could hear he tilted his head to the side. Your head turned back to see him. Nodding lazily like you were just a bobble head.

“Mhm.. I hate doin’ that.. Never never again..”

Words babbled between high pitched whines and echoing moans. You could feel your legs trembling and tightening over and over again because of your pleasure and nearing orgasm.

He chuckled at your words. Tapping your tummy again right where he felt his tip.

“Didn’t like it much either. Almost didn’t last..”

He admitted under his breath. You heard a few words. But most of them were filtered out of your mind. And hard to hear because of how loud you were being.

You didn’t want the whole community to hear you. But you couldn’t help it. Every pound into you made.

“Full.. Full..”

You cried. He patted your tummy again. Sort of calculating how deep he reached you. And when he managed to see how much he dug into you, his cock twitched.

“Good observation sweetie..”

Quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. Back pressed tightly against his chest. He bearhugged you so tight your felt your ribs almost crush in. It was a perk, and a pain. When he pulled you closer the tears just got worse. The overwhelming feelings twitching your legs up.

It didn’t stop you though. You kept riding him like it would kill you if you stopped. His glasses began to get fogged up again due to his heavy breathing. Head falling back and his glasses pushed into his eyes. The lens touching his eyelids as he basked in the feeling of your tight, warm walls squeezing him dry.

Biting your bottom you kept riding him like a total psycho. If anyone were to see the faces you made in the moment you would just have to kill yourself.

You felt a sort of twisting in your stomach

“Imma cum… I wanna..”

He heard your plea and placed used one hand to grip your jaw. Holding open your mouth with just a hint of aggression. You noticed that when he was on the verge of cumming, his grip got tighter, his jaw clenched, and his voice was strained.

“Cum with me.. Do it with me baby..”

He kept your mouth open, his pointer finger slipping into your mouth.

Not long after he commanded you to do it with him. You did. Your orgasm hitting your like pebbles, but quickly turned to a whole bunch of boulders being thrown at your head. You felt your mind spin and your legs tremble. Then turn into jelly as it rushed over you. Everything felt unreal. And usually sensitive.

Not long after, maybe a minute after he came too. Just before he came he lifted you up. Pulling himself out just in time so his seed spurted all over your upper body. You watched it come out in strings of clear white. Painting your skin like a donut.

You both rid out your highs. Letting yourself grind against the upside of his cock, while he blissfully enjoyed the feeling of your swollen lips on his.

It felt completely well needed. After having to endure the pain that is cockwarming for a while. A long sigh left his mouth. As did yours.

Both your breathing patterns began to match with each others. Every exhale and inhale was lined perfectly with one another’s.

He let his finger out of your mouth. Watching as it was drenched in your spit. He rubbed it against his coat. Making sure all his fingers were dry before rubbing the underside of your eyes from all the salty tears.

“Ya need me to get a rag?..”

He grumbled. The lens of them a bit foggy from your head being pushed up against them. So he couldn’t see much clearly. But he could see the mess he made on your body.

“No.. No no.. Wait wait..”

Your voice scratchy from all your whining. You didn’t want him to move, and didn’t think he could move.

It stayed quiet. It always did after sex.

He kissed your eye again. A little ode to how much he cared.

He could finish those projects tomorrow morning. If you didn’t try this again.

E.N: HOLY NICHE 💔🕊️. It was kinda hard for me to write from this position since I hadn’t done it before. Especially cockwarming. So I’ll have to work on that!! (٥⁀▽⁀ ). I really hope this was a good read, reblogs, notes, and comments l appreciated!! XOXO - Mimi

[swirlyyygal]

“Beyond My Window”

You can’t help but stare at him can you? I mean who wouldn’t. But will he stare back? Not with those damn tinted windows he won’t.

AU!Joel Miller x Neighbor!F!Reader

CW/TAGS: Joel is like 40’s-50’s, reader is early 20’s, no hair length/type mentioned, height diff (ur shorter), reader is in college, pining kinda?, Sarah and Ellie are mentioned but don’t play a major part, no y/n is used, a lot of pet names, SEXXX 🤤🤤🤤, ofc he puts his dih in, fingering, condom is on bc I’m not down with raw yet, dacryfilia if you squint (it’s not in a mean way), reader is not shaved bc I can’t care enough to make them shaved 💔🥀🕊️

A/N!! Hi hi!! I’m Mimi, ofc, and this is one of my first FULLLY DONE AND POSTED FANFICS!!! I had to do Joel Miller of flipping course bc 🤤🤤. Anyway!! I really hope y’all enjoy!! And don’t expect much since I’m still a noob at smut works.. (｡•́︿•̀｡) BTW NOT PROOFREAD BC LMAOOOOOO IM NOT DOING ALLAT

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Early Spring was the best, you loved it, more than you loved any other season. But your Spring would be a bit different this year since a new neighbor had moved into your SoCal suburbs.

It was maybe late December when he decided to show up. The moving van hard to miss after your old ass neighbor moved out and was replaced with a whole HELLL OF A MAN. Scruffy black hair and a beard to match. All wrapped up in a coat as the boxes piled off the truck. You, being nosy, decided to try and look through the front window to spy and that was the first mistake you had EVER MADE. Even just catching a glimpse of him made your heart stop and a deep breath go down your lungs.

You caught what you could from him, no ring thank the heavens. And managed to find out little tidbits from his life when your mom and dad had ever so graciously brought him some leftover treats. He met you on his front door with a small smile on his face. And crows feet, OUGHHHH. His name was Joel Miller, carpenter. He was a single dad with two daughters not much older than you, Sarah and Ellie. They were out on their own though, and he had just moved all the way from Texas.

As well as the fact that he has a little brother and like you had confirmed before, no misses!! The more you found out about him the more you wanted to keep the conversation going. But it was getting late and your parents just decided to hit the hay. You wistfully waved goodbye. As he did the same.

That was 4 months ago. In those 4 months it wasn’t like much had changed, on some mornings you’d see him on his porch while you were about to drive to your classes. “Mornin’ darlin’..” That Southern drawl doing something to you that you never wanted.

Or in late afternoons when you’d return and he’d shoot you a friendly wave. Nothing much. But it wasn’t until 2 months ago when you found out a hack.

You see, your room had a BIGG ass window going straight into his backyard. Windows tinted by your careful parents that didn’t want your previous neighbor accidentally peaking through.

You could see out, while he couldn’t see in, and it was perfect. You viewed him from a distance when he was outside just kinda doing whatever. Mowing his small patch of grass, sunbathing, working on whatever carpentry thing he was doing, or even catching him working out a bit.

And every time you looked outside was another time when you had to bite back a moan and stop yourself from thinking something perverted, still, your thoughts got the better of you always and you would always just have to calm that itch.

Don’t get me wrong! Every time after you felt guilty, but DAMN WAS HE FINE. As you were knuckles deep you couldn’t stop imagining what he would actually be like. Was he one of those rough lovers? Or was he gentle? You couldn’t, and honestly, didn’t wanna know. You basked in the fact that you knew almost nothing about his personal life, and that left an open hole for you to fill.

Now it’s Spring Break, like I said over a dozen times. The breeze was cool and it wasn’t hot, at all, thank the lord. You opened the window to catch it, staring up at the clouds before going right back to scrolling on your phone. The house being a bit quiet since your parents were out on a little getaway while your brother stayed playing games in the room across from yours.

In your little daze you had then heard the sound of a door shutting and a radio being turned on. The song playing was just something old school, you couldn’t really tell, but it was kinda catchy.

Turning your head to the window you then saw him in his backyard. Tight grey t-shirt, a pair of dark denim jeans, and boots? Oh whatever you weren’t gonna judge. Judging no, but staring, yeah. You watched as he sat in an old chair, chiseling away at some wood sculpture he’s got going on.

Every time he chipped down on that thing you just couldn’t rope your eyes away from his fatass forearms and biceps. And that watch on his wrist made you CRAZYYYY.

No more watching, you thought, no more. You needed to talk to him, I mean, you knew he probably wouldn’t think something like that of you but, it was just friendly talk? Right? And you didn’t wanna lose a chance considering how many ladies were after him. I mean, there was no way, all the moms, married and divorced fancied him a bit too much. Even your own mom had said something about his looks.

“Hi Mr. Miller!!”

You yelped from your window, heart racing. He looked around for a minute, wondering where the hell it was coming from before his attention turned to you and he sighed in relief.

“Phew.. Oh hey hon, thought the angels were callin’ me for a minute.. How ‘ya doin’?”

Your heart pumped more than it should.

“Fi-Fine Mr. Miller!! Just wanted to feel the breeze today, I really like the Spring ‘cause of it!!”

Stuttering over your words you itched, hoping you didn’t sound stupid. Thankfully no one else heard around you, just him and you alone, it felt, romantic almost to talk to him from between a window and a brick fence.

“Yeah, yeah the weather is real good ‘round here.. But what’cha doin? Shouldn’t ya be at classes?..”

You shook your head.

“No no, I’m on break!”

You would be out with friends right now, but they were all busy for the first few days so you had a lotta free time. He gave you an ‘aaa’ and nodded, smiling cause he forgot something so obvious. There was a moment of quiet, a moment of just radio silence between you two before you spoke up.

“Would you like a popsicle? We have cherry, blue raspberry, lemon, or grape!!”

Please say yes please say yes…

“Well I wouldn’t mind allat much, come on over.. Oh and, any is fine..”

YESSSSSSSS!!

You nodded and closed your window, quickly grabbing two of them from the fridge before stopping at the door.

“Imma bring the neighbor a snack!! Don’t worry if I’m gone too long!!!”

You yelled to your brother before he dismissed you.

The gate that entered into his backyard was right next to your own front door so it wasn’t hard to get in. Slipping through the opened bars as you placed both treats down on his table.

“Hi Mr. Miller..”

You already said that, stupid. You beat yourself up. He looked you up and down, not judging, just kind of analyzing your look. You weren’t the most dressed if being honest. But like why would you? You were lazing around at home so all you were gonna be wearing was a loose striped tank and lounge shorts. He’s lucky this wasn’t one of those days where you were just in your underwear.

“Hi darlin’”

He smiled before taking one off the table. Unwrapping the white packaging to reveal a grape one. He smiled and licked a line, then took a big chunk outta it. Eugh. I mean, you could get used to it.

He let the stick rest in his hands as he sighed a good relief.

“Shoot.. Didn’t know how much I needed that, thanks sugar..”

He smiled.

Andddddd your panties already wanted to drop to the floor.

“Oh no problem Mr. Miller, I mean, you were all hot so I couldn’t just leave you there.. We have a whole ton, we just kinda don’t get around to eating them all..”

He nodded, watching you as you began to unwrap yours as well. Cherry. And now he knew he had to be subtle with his looks.

Unconsciously you began to suck the popsicle like any normal human being, but something inside you said to make it super extra. And you weren’t gonna stop your mind. So you did, making a bit of extra noise as you engulfed in the cherry flavor. Letting it go with a pop and resting it along your tongue.

Aw man.. It was gonna be harder to hold back than he wanted it to be. Ya see, Joel was an honest and polite man. WHO hadn’t been with a woman in many years. And if being honest, he sorta thought you were cute ever since he moved in. Watching you stand awkwardly next to your welcoming family and toying with the fabric of your hoodie on that cold Winters day. And ever since then he savored every moment he saw you.

On your way to class every morning? He made sure he was up early enough to see it. Coming home in the evening? Finding every excuse to be outside. And by doing so he managed to notice very subtle things about you. He noticed how in the mornings you would stumble on your porch steps going down. And when you’d come back sometimes you forgot to roll up your window.

He got so desperate to see you more that sometimes he’d drop by to ask your mom or dad if they wanted to have a barbecue. But you were always busy with class or friends, your brother the same if not on his computer, and your parents at work. He tried many many times, but every time no luck. So now that he was getting the chance to finally see you after some brief meetings. AND SO CLOSE, AND SUCKING A POPSICLE. Like a dream come true.

Also. Those windows. You see, tinted windows work good, unless there is an inner light source. Usually he couldn’t see in, but when even a lamp was on, he could just barely make out your body. Sneaking glimpses while in his backyard as he watched you change, just barely being able to make out the arch of your back and the plumpness of your boobs. You, of course were completely oblivious because “oh I have tinted windows he can’t see”

He saw you do many things other than change too like: study, draw, dance, take pictures of yourself, normal stuff But what he was super guilty about, he’d caught you masturbating. It was supposed to be a one time thing when he saw you do it, but every single time you did, you kept those curtains open and a lamp on.. And he couldn’t help but he see. He hated that he saw, and he hated how rock hard it got him… He hated how perverted to made him feel, hating how he would have to palm himself in his jeans while inconspicuously staring. Yet, he loved how you looked when you did it.

Back on the popsicle thing, the act in itself wasn’t dirty, but this old man had thoughts and these thoughts were dangerous. His mind wandered to you sucking his dick, he wanted to know what it would feel like for your pouty lips to wrap around the length. Biting his tongue, he took another nibble at his own popsicle, gripping the stick in frustration.

This was gonna be a long talk if he kept imagining you like this, he couldn’t just latch on, no way a girl as pretty as yourself would be down with an old man like him. But, that’s all you wanted. You wanted him as much as he wanted you and that’s what made it awkward.

You kept on with the popsicle, dragging it down your mouth and almost choking on it. When he saw, and heard it, it was almost like his whole world was about to collapse and he could feel his pants get a bit tight. He tried to tuck it under his palm, and even pull his shirt down, but no luck. He knew it was sorta obvious, and he hoped and prayed you didn’t notice. But it was hard. And painful to see and hear you going crazy on that thing. Thank the lord his morals were strong because if they were any weaker, he’d jump all over you and admit his feelings right then and there.

“Well- Why don’t ya come inside?.. I need to go in anyway and grab my sandpaper..”

He needed a distraction so he could get this thing away.

He almost stuttered, and that made him all the more attractive. You liked how real he seemed, he wasn’t all tough and angry and shallow all the time, he was just someone.

And with a quick nod you stepped in through his sliding glass door. Inside was, cute actually. Think of like a house stuck in 2008, that’s what it was. Something of the sort you’d see in a Tuscan style home.

A warm yellow light emitted from the lamp and everything was a bit messy, but it seemed so perfectly messy that you thought it was set up. Lining the walls you saw pictures of him, his daughters, and pictures of them together. Then the trophies they won, it was cute to see all of them in a nice glass display, which mind you, looked freshly dusted so you knew he cared a LOT about those girls.

“I’ll be searchin’ for it, don’t go lookin’ where you shouldn’t alright?..”

He gave you a lopsided smile, you nodded and sat down on his couch. Swaying your feet back and forth to distract from the fact you were IN HIS HOUSE. A glimpse into his more personal life.

As soon as he saw you sit down he ran into his bathroom and locked the door. Taking a few deep breaths, he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and almost ripped his boxers. Letting his cock out, he leaned back against the cold marble sink. It was wrong. It was dirty to jerk off to the memory of you sucking a popsicle, guilt overwhelmed him, but something else overwhelmed him and that was lust.

He hadn’t been this hard in a longgg time. He forgot how painful the strain was, and he forgot just how sensitive it got. Using his left hand to cover his mouth he gripped the base, jolting before aggressively stroking it. He had a pattern for this kinda thing, and a specific way he did it because he knew it felt good. But not with you, not now. The throbbing hurt so bad that he just HAD to go off the rails. Thrusting his hips into his hand to match the pace.

“You feel too good darlin’..”

His muffled groans not going unnoticed by you. He didn’t realize how loud he was. But they just kind of sounded like frustration from your distance. And they were, but not in the way that you thought. And damn if those noises weren’t making you wet. A small buzz of pleasure roped through your body and into your mind when you heard those groans. Imagining all sorts of dirty things and your daydreams were gonna go CRAZY now that you knew what he could sound like.

Thighs clenching together you fought the urge to touch yourself. That would be gross, your in his living room, on his couch, in his home, listening to some non specific groaning noises. Touching yourself to that would be obscene. But. He was taking a long time, you could just rub yourself over your lounge shorts. Like, he wouldn’t even notice!!

Slowly you looked around and spread your legs. Hands traveling to the thin material outside of the shorts. Your head turned left and right, trying to make sure sure you wouldn’t get caught. Your hands finally reached the apex of your thighs as you rubbed in neat circles, listening to the non discript groaning from down the hall. A twitch shakes your legs before you finally get a pattern going, clockwise and then counter-clockwise.

You’d imagined him on top of you before, it wasn’t a crazy thing to imagine, but something about this was more evil and made you feel even nastier. You were in his house, listening to him. That was crazy, this was crazy in itself but it didn’t seem to matter or care. You used your free hand to grip onto the throw blanket just kind of hanging off the cushions and stabilized yourself.

Meanwhile he was gripping onto his lower jaw to make sure he didn’t let out a moan that could shake the whole house. Precum dripped down from his tip and his breath was heavy and heaving.

“Her lips.. Her lips.. Damnnit why couldn’t she just bring me a soda or something.. Why’d it hafta be a popsicle..”

Mumbling on and on to himself while you were making sure nothing left your mouth. Hoping and praying that the door wouldn’t swing open all of a sudden and that he could see you doing this. The shorts not much more of a layer than your panties, so you pretty much felt it right on you.

You could feel the wetness on your panties stick to your skin. And how the fabric acted as a second skin considering how thin it was. You could even feel the hardness of your clit when you rubbed.

“Mr. Miller…”

A moan escaped your lips.

You heard the groaning stop, the sound of a sink being turned on and off, and the sound of a lock being fumbled with.

AHHHHH

Quickly, faster than you ever had before you jolted upright and threw the blanket to the side. Rubbing your hand on your tank top just incase and flattening your hair down so it didn’t look like you had just been jerking on his couch.

He walked out, disheveled and panting. His pants a bit crinkled, belt gone, and his right hand soaked in water?

“Coul— Couldn’t seem to find the sandpaper.. Any-anyway why’d ya call? Somethin’ happen? Ya see a roach?”

He could have used that to jerk off more, but he knew that it would get way too obvious if he stayed in there so long.

He stared you up and down, raising a brow at your frazzled appearance. As well as the fact that your tank top was bunched up at the bottom, while simultaneously the strap on your left shoulder was falling down and almost revealed your chest.

“You alright?.. You look like you just swam for the Olympics.. And you look a little warm..”

He began to get closer.

“I’m fine.. But.. Why is one of your hands wet..?”

You looked at him with curious eyes, there were two reasonable explaintions. The sandpaper was in a tub of water, or his hand got super dirty while looking so he had to wipe it off. But. Another reason that seemed more likely came to your mind.

No way he was touching himself though? Thats stupid. Why would he? It’s just you and him around.

“Well I asked you first didn’t I? So why? Why ar’ you soundin’ like you just did 20 laps?..”

He was well played. And you had to lie. Something logical.

“Well.. I saw a bug and I ran around trying to avoid it.. Plus it was mad hot..”

He gave you a knowing look.

“The AC is well and on. And I don’t get bugs. Trust me I’d know..”

He got more suspicious now.

He sighed and sat down next to you, leaning back against the fabric and giving you a gentle smile.

“Look if you were snoopin’ and didn’t wanna get caught, I’d rather you just sa—“

“I was touching myself.”

You blurted out.

Silence.

“Haa?”

You weren’t that good at keeping secrets, or lying. It left such a guilty conscience on your mind that you just always HAD to let it out. Popping his ear just to clear.

“Repeat that for me again? Didn’t— AHEM— Didn’t quite hear that..”

He took a deep cough in the middle of his sentence. Hoping and praying what you said was a fluke. But deep down. He wanted it to be true.

“I was.. Touching.. Myself.”

Guilt racked you and made you admit it. He furrowed his brows together in confusion and began to chuckle. Slapping his knee as his cheeks filled with a slight blush. He couldn’t BELIEVE what this girl had just said. And why?!

“FOR WHY?!”

He gave you a smile and was trying not to laugh. But damn was he bad at that. He only laughed because this was so awkward. You were looking down at your thighs in shame and regret. To make sure he didn’t see those tears of embarrassment, and to make sure you didn’t leave a wet stain on his couch.

“I don’t wanna tell.. It’s too embarrassing..”

Majorly strained voice, no higher than a whisper. He patted your back.

“Look I ain’t gonna tell your family, so just spit it out.. Whatever ya say is safe with me, Kay”

His warm look was enough to make you wanna say everything.

“I heard you.. Groaning and when I did I just kinda.. Went from there and.. Maybe it’s cause I always thought you were nice looking, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Oversharing.

“I’m reallll sorry Mr. Miller…”

His look got even more confused when he listened to your explanation. You thought he was ATTRACTIVE?! His heart burst but he had to keep quiet.

Clearing his throat he shook his head.

“Look.. It’s okay.. It’s normal for college students to have weird crushes like this.. No big deal. I won’t tell nobody just.. Just don’t do something wreckless again like that, a’right? And especially not in their house..”

You nodded. He smiled and you smiled.

“I didn’t cum.. If that makes you feel any better”

He almost died right then and there.

“And why are you tellin’ me that?”

Quiet. This was like some bad porno. To be honest you wanted it to end that way.

“What? You tellin’ me you didn’t cum so I can finish the job?..”

You nodded.

“Maybe..”

His face got even more confused, as well as shocked. WHAT. This was a joke, some sick kinda joke that would end up on the internet.

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Giving a lopsided smile he exhaled.

“Oh quit playin’.. This isn’t what you want.. I’m sure there’s some nice, smart, intellectual college boy you’ve got wrapped round ya finger..”

You never found the boys at your college attractive. I mean, some of them were mighty fine. But none of them like him. None of them had that same southern twang, none of them had that muscle to them, none of them had grey around the beard and the scalp.

None of them were him.

“Didn’t wan’ em.. Didn’t fit my criteria, they didn’t look like you..”

He itched at his head. Crouching over and resting his shoulders on his knees. What the hell WHAT THE HELLLLL. This was a test of his morals. Sure they were strong, stronger than anyone you had ever met. But. He was weak when it came to a pretty thing like yourself.

His mind flashed with images of you before this incident. Seeing you walk out the house with a ribbon in your hair and watching it almost fly off in the breeze. The bandana you wore like some kinda farm girl on the way to the store. That gaze you gave him during one of your neighborhood block parties from afar. How you wouldn’t latch your eyes off of him while taking a sip of your soda.

Then it hit him. You were always looking for, or looking at him. Atleast, during the times you came across each other. He remembered it now. ���

Your stares when he mowed his lawn. Batting your lashes at him when you came over to borrow some batteries. That extra long look you gave him before getting in your car, taking a rather long time to get into the drivers seat.

And how all those times you bit your lip when you caught him fixing something in his front yard. It wasn’t just his imagination. It was real, a sign almost to OH LORD SHE WANTS ME.

He sat up and sighed, looking at your unsuspecting face just kind of admiring his features.

“Okay, alright.. Tell ya what. I’ll.. Finish you off. But don’t expect it to be good.. I’m all rusty on my skills.. AND. You cannot tell NOBODY.”

You looked even more shocked what he said yes. WHAT. You thought you were gonna get kicked out, or worse, he’d tell your family and they’d totally throw you out. NOT THAT HE WAS GONNA HELP YOU BUST?!

He studied your expression. Waiting for a “yes”, or a “no ew back the hell up old perv”

But the look you gave him was worse. It was needy, a downturned brows kinda look with a pouty lip.

“I don’t expect nothing big.. I just want you.. Please Mr. Miller.. If it’s not too much trouble.. I won’t tell anybody, not anyone at all..”

GRAHHHHH. That look on your face and your tone made him fall all over himself and want to loose it. But he stayed strong.

“Right. Uh.. Shorts off, leave them panties on..”

He got nervous. And you could already tell how tight his jeans were getting.

You nodded, shimmying off that flimsy excuse for shorts and leaving them on his floor. Spreading your legs and sitting. Just waiting.

He knew he had to be gentle. No way someone like you could handle something rough is what ran through his mind.

He got closer. Grabbing you by your waist and settling you on his left leg. He lifted you like you were a vine of grapes. RELEASE MEEE.

Letting his left hand rest on your ass while the other gentle began to itch up your thigh. He noticed the wet stain on your panties. So you weren’t lying.

“You know how these things go right?.. I’d assume so..”

You knew, from fanfiction and the internet of course. And even in real time. You didn’t have many encounters with sex, maybe once or twice, but never had they given you what you wanted.

“Mhm.. I’ll be good..”

Whispering to him. He groaned.

“Jesus you can’t say stuff like that..”

You felt the bulge in his pants. Holy flip.

Well, feel was an overstatement. It was lightly grazing you. But even from that graze you could already tell he was ROCKKKK.

His hand finally stopped roaming up your thigh and slipped to the waistband of your cream colored panties. Pulling them down so they stopped at your knee. He watched as you spread them wider, slightly grinding into the fabric of his jeans and his muscular thigh.

“I’m gonna start now..”

He took a deep breath and brought his middle and pointer finger to your sopping cunt. Not putting them in but just feeling around at your folds.

You gasped, still sensitive from just a few minutes ago. You looked down, watching his move them around and gather up your arousal on his digits. His grip on your ass firm.

He began to lead his fingers round your clit, running circles clockwise, then counterclockwise. It was like your usual pattern, but for some reason, it felt so much more intense. You fought back your moans, trying not to scream out his name just yet.

He noticed this and began to press firmly against your clit, causing a shock to your body that made your jerk.

“Now stop all that.. No one’s home and you’re not gonna be that loud to the point the neighbors are gonna hear.. If you keep holding back those noises I’ll stop right now..”

His voice got gruff. Like his jaw was clenching or something. You gave him a nod and started to let out soft whimpers. Soft whimpering that seemed so loud because you were so damn close. So close that when you leaned back for support he was right there, a strong body for you to rest on while he did the work.

He applied pressure on your clit by pinching your pussy together. Honestly you couldn’t even consider it pinching because it was so gentle. Hips wriggling, it was an involuntary action.

His technique was good, and his calloused fingers added a bit of texture to it too. He wasn’t rusty at all. I mean. He could go pro with it, and that was just from his FINGERS.

Your breathing got heavy and you turned your eyes to the side, pleading with him silently.

He got the message, snaking his fingers down to your hole before he put his middle finger in. So he was the slow type. The type that took his time with ladies. And you lived for that. You lived for a man that could wait. And he was willing to wait all he wanted, just for you to cum.

His middle finger rested there. Setting in between your walls before he moved it out and in inch by inch. He started slow, not moving it out too much, more just shaking it inside. But as he noticed you relax, that’s when he began to really put in the work.

His fingers were thick, like, hella thick. So you already felt pretty full. Hand gripping his grey tee as your mouth fell agape, you couldn’t believe how it felt. It didn’t feel real in all honesty.

“Feels like your bouta’ rip my finger off..”

He looked down at your hands, your fingers not small, but not nearly as big and thick as his. He pitied you for that. He thought, if you had just come to him sooner, he’d help you out. He’d soothe the ache between this poor girls legs.

He laughed, pushing that middle digit in and out. This time, eliciting actual moans from you rather than just whimpers. This was his way of coaxing you into it, opening you up, stretching you out type thing.

“Were you turnin’ that light on and leaving the curtains open on purpose?..”

He instigated, gaining a bit of confidence by the way you were reacting to his consistent pace. You could just HEARRR it in his tone, not cocky, just more self assured in his ways. Slowly but surely he began to tease the second finger around. Not putting it in just yet but waiting for the right moment.

“Well.. Did ya?.. I won’t tell.. Just admit it. You left it open on purpose huh?..”

You couldn’t even register what he was talking about before he slipped the his pointer finger in as well. Now being filled up twice as much as before. You moaned, loud. Loud enough for it to give a small echo.

“I-I didn’t mean to.. I just—-I guess I did want you to see at some point..”

You shamefully admitted. Barely able to speak through that last moan. At some point you did just stop caring if he saw or not. You didn’t mind. You just didn’t expect him to be looking.

He nodded. Then began pumping his fingers inside again. He watched as your eyes glued shut and your mouth stayed open. Letting out terrible noises you would have never thought would come out.

“This fulfill your little nighttime fantasy?.. Your fantasy of getting finger-fucked by your neighbor who’s way too old to be doin’ this? Yeah? That it?”

He started to get really talkative, and the more he talked the more he pumped. The pace was getting fast and it wasn’t painful at all. It felt like heaven. You felt full with just his two fingers deep inside and his coarse palm rubbing against your clit. He would pump, then break to cup your warmth, then keep pumping again. He was even better than you imagined.

“Mhm mhm!!”

You nodded in ecstasy. Your squirming became unbearable and you were unconsciously grinding into his thigh. Leaving a fairly noticeable wet spot on the denim jeans that he would enjoy looking at later.

“Full Mr. Miller…”

Whining out. But that was the opposite. It was too little. You hadn’t even came yet but you knew that when you did, it wouldn’t be enough. His fingers were good, but they could only last you so long before you needed something bigger. You didn’t wanna be greedy though, so you tried to shut your mouth.

“Aww I know I know.. Angel can’t handle it can she?..”

You hadn’t seen this side of him. He wasn’t being mean or condescending. But he was being talkative, and, not all awkward or lonesome. He was good at dirty talk, dangerously good. His fingers began to do a scissoring motion inside of you which made your body tense and shift on his lap.

He kissed your cheek softly. Going from there to down the side of your neck and resting on the back where he left soft pecks and little love bites. He was careful though, careful not to make anything too noticeable.

“Can’t hold it.. Mr. Miller please-“

You pleaded. You had felt your body tighten in a specific way that you knew. Throwing your head back against his shoulder he lifted his head up and nodded.

Chuckling innocently before ramming his fingers in as deep as they could, before pumping them in and out and in and out. He knew and he just wanted to mess with you for a little. Almost immediately after he gave you the go you came undone. Back arching up and body bucking into his palm, throwing your hips in rotation to ride out your orgasm.

And he watched it alll. He knew how you looked when you came, but this was with an added kick because he was right here, and the one doing it. Made him prideful. He waited till you came down back on his thigh again before pulling them out and tapping your wet sex with his palm.

It was between a tap and a slap, not hard, but not soft. It let a few extra jolts to come out of your body and even gave him a couple mewls of pleasure.

You caught your breath, letting yourself go limp against him. Turning your head fully to face him he turned to face you as well.

And you looked a mess.

Frazzled hair, droopy-teary eyes, downturned brows, a line of drool seeping from the side of your lips. All that combined with your heaving chest and dripping slit, he couldn’t have wanted a better sight.

He took his wet fingers and brought them to his lips. Licking them clean.

You always had cringed at the thought of someone doing that, but now you started seeing the appeal..

“You did so good sugar.. Took it so well..”

He patted your stomach.

Smiling.

But..

“Mr. Miller..”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

Your voice way needy, strained, and desperate. As well as coming out of the blue. He gave you wide eyes and a reassuring stare.

“I don’t think you can handle it.. You’re worn out and I don’t want you to over-exhaust yourself.. It might hurt..”

He was so kind, so genuine. But you didn’t care about that right now. Right now, what you needed was to bounce on it crazy style.

“Mr. Miller, please I really need it.. I was good wasn’t I?.. I took it all in without complaining..”

In his eyes, that was a heck of a good argument. He sighed and smiled. Resting you against the couch before standing up, stretching his back like he had strained it or whatever. Old man..

He then walked over to the side table next to the couch, rummaging through before finding a silver packaged condom.

You watched his hands go to the zipper of his pants, unzipping the fly and hopping out of his jeans. Then bringing his boxers down to his knees slowly, his cheeks turning a soft red.

“Been a while since someone’s seen me all nude.. Ain’t nothin’ impressive..”

Nothing impressive was such a fat lie. IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS HEAVYYYYY. Around 6 inches, but thick in girth, with a vein running up the side.

He didn’t shave, no surprise there. Didn’t really expect him to anyway.

“It’s not gonna fit, no way no way…”

You gasped, he chuckled, blushing even more at almost nothing.

He grabbed the condom again and ripped the packaging with ease, taking it out and slowly putting it on his length. And that thing was SOLID. It scared you a TON. He was hung, and thick, a dangerous combination.

He walked closer towards you, grabbing from under your armpits and lifting you too him.

“Up and at ‘em..”

He smiled, once again lifting you like you didn’t weigh a single pound.

Your head spun when he did, still a bit woozy from just having an orgasm not more than 6 minutes ago. He made you wrap your legs round his waist, one hand holding you by your waist while the other cradled the back of your head in such a doting way.

“I’m bouta put it in.. But slow, can’t have you in pain now can I?”

He leaned over to kiss under your eye.

He slowly began to adjust you to line your hole up with his dick. You whined, even just that small amount of contact made you all sensitive. His smirk got bigger before he slowly placed the tip in.

And when he did, IT HURTTT. Like I said he was girthy, so it already felt like he was splitting you down the middle.

You leaned into him, head burying against his shoulder and nails leaving crescent shaped indents on his back through the shirt. He patted your back, whispering.

“Ya want me to take the time, or just get it all over with?”

“All— All over with.. Pleasth..”

Your words came out in a drunk tone, with most of your pronunciation being slurred through pain and pleasure.

Anxiously, he let both his hands firmly grip your waist, digging his fingers into the soft of your skin.

You heard him mumble to himself “3, 2, 1!..” and as soon as it hit one he pushed it all in. Using his stupidly strong arms to pull you down onto him completely.

It was such a strange feeling, a sharp pain. A full feeling dwelled within you. Your mouth fell agape and bit into his clothed shoulder. A circular spit stain left on the grey color. The crescents on his back got deeper, he felt them prick and just hoped you didn’t knick his skin. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, slowly making yourself turn your head up to face him with a teary and pained expression.

Now looking at him. And here you were.

Where you had wanted to be for the part 4 months.

He saw the tear and have you a pouty smile, kissing it away before then going to kiss your cheek, then the cheek kiss got lower and fully reached your lips. He pulled you into an intense kiss, tongue wrapping around his as you kissed him back with that same amount of passion.

He could smell your candy scented perfume and you swore he got harder, might’ve been impossible but you swore it happened

He had all the skills for intimacy, but he never got to use it. And now he was finally getting it to good use. The deeper he kissed you the more you felt your eyes roll back, not closed anymore, but barely able to see anything except the ceiling and pure white.

He pulled away from the kiss regretfully, but needing to catch his breath or else he’d suffocate and die.

“How’s it feel? Still hurtin’?”

Taking a hand to place on top of your head, he really was a caring man. And on top of that he was big. Arms big, legs big, cock big, it was all too good to be true.

“A little..”

You winched, it was painful but by the second the pain was slowly melting away the more you got used to be.

“If it’s too much I’ll pull out—“

You shook your head. You both stayed there for a moment. His hands holding you up while your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. Staring into each others soul. His barely hanging on expression while you already looked fucked out. It was peaceful, till he gripped your waist again and shot you a look.

You took the look and understood, giving him the thumbs up before slowly pulling you up. Whining in pain, but the pain was only a little by this time. Now it was just pleasure.

Watching as he began to slowly bounce you up and down, it started small, not pulling you up any much more than an inch. Watching as the veins on his hands begin to pop out as he held himself back and held you up.

He reached the deepest part of your walls, tears spilling from your eyes from the intense warm feeling. He watched them fall.

“Aw it’s okay.. You’re alright baby.. I’m here I’m here..”

He spoke with that reassuring tone that itched the best place inside of you, you didn’t know why. He was so kind in this moment, so different than the people you had previously been with. Maybe this was why people liked older guys? How they knew how to treat a lady, how they knew which spots to hit. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes. It didn’t really stop the water works but it stilled them for a moment.

“Move me more… I wanna move more, more..”

Whiny, needy, and pathetic tone. Wanting to hold onto something, so your hand ran through the back of his hair.

Shaking his head again, like some type of habit he repositioned his hands. Both of them held the area under your knees and gripped to keep it stable. Slowly, he began to bounce you up and down. With every single thrust you felt so incredibly full. Like your walls were molding to fit his.

It was so weird..

To hear the noises, to hear his labored breathing, to hear your own moans. It was so scary when you realized that he was literally actually seriously fucking you. How the hell were you gonna explain this to your family? Friends even..

But that was pushed to the back part of your mind when you felt his pace quicken a bit inside of you. You didn’t know how he could do that, I mean, you were airborne, and he was able to bounce you crazy. Something about you made his stamina grow back x20. He did watch porn on the occasion, but got tired of it real fast. It was so fake, so stupid, but you. You were real. You were able to give him that crazy hard on from just a gaze.

“That fast enough for ya doll?.. Yeah, ain’t it?..”

A deep chuckle came from his throat. This is what he needed. Sure he wasn’t that guy that only chased after girls below his age, and when he first began to realize how cute you were he was completely wracked with anguish. Now that was all down the drain with your pussy wrapped round his cock, begging and crying for him.

You could barely respond to his question, if you did open your mouth all you’d do was moan. So you lazily nodded as he bucked his hips into your own. The hair above his cock and his happy trail rubbing against your clit every time he bounced you up and down. It added an extra sensation that warmed your nerves.

You were slick, messy, dirty, your tank top barely hanging on with every last string of fabric. And he was no better. He was even worse if you could go that far.

His pace relentless. Upper arms tightening and veins popping out every single time. His shirt sleeves almost ripping. You felt like a ragdoll the way he was moving you. And worst of all, you liked feeling like a ragdoll.

Suddenly you felt your back get a bit warm, his ac was on, so what was that about? Then you noticed the light reflecting off his skin that wasn’t covered by you. In fear you turned your head around to see the window WIDE OPEN NO CURTAINS WHATSOEVER.

It was on the side of his house so you didn’t have to worry too much about that, but something else wracked you. Heart dropping when you realized his living room window faced almost directly across from your brothers bedroom window. He noticed your expression and turned to see it too.

But. He didn’t stop…

Infact his grip got even worse to the point where you thought red hand marks were gonna be left under your legs.

“Ahh he ain’t gonna notice.. Too busy on the game..”

You protested, well, almost protested before he clicked his tongue. Taking his left and gripping your lower jaw to turn his face towards him. The grip was firm but not painful, just very stern. He wanted you to look at him, and he wanted you to look at him real good. To distract you from everything else and to only look at him. I mean. He was the one inside of you.

The risk of getting caught only heightened the experience. Teary eyes staining his grey fabric and hands. He continued to pound into you like a man starved, cause he was. The sound of wet skin slapping filled his living room and the smell of both your signature scents were a nice mix to eachother. But you could barely breathe so how were you gonna be able to tell?

“Should’a made a move on me angel.. You can’t even imagine how cute you are to me..”

Feverish tone, with every pump elicited a guttural moan. Globs of spit oozed from the side of your mouth and your hair bounced with every thrust. Tears couldn’t falling. It was so intimate. You felt the insides of your body tighten and a familiar hot feeling take over your body.

That same feeling you felt when you were just about done touching yourself. But this time it felt more intense, like it hurt.

Your pussy tightened around his twitching length as your gaze tried to focus on his.

“Gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

You begged quicker than you ever had before in your life. Even though you were majorly out of breath, and your vision blurred, you knew you had to hold on to make sure this orgasm really counted.

“You can you can.. I’m right here so cum..”

He used that warm tone and reached a hand down in between your legs, careful not to lose his balance with one hand and drop you. His fingers began to move back and forth around your clit while the pace got heavy and fast.

He was evil for that, evil for his fingers on your clit and evil for the pace change. And then it hit.

This was unlike any kind of orgasm you had ever done to yourself before. Not like the ones with your vibrator, not like the ones with your finger, and not like the ones with your previous relationships. This was something entirely and completely strange, more intense.

The wave of pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the very back of your head. You could swear you saw stars. Body twitching, hands gripping tightly to his shirt, and toes curling. You couldn’t stop twitching for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably just a few seconds. A stifled moan left your mouth that was silent, loud moan, silence, and then a loud moan again. Like your voice was scratchy.

He stared at you when you came, and he thought you were the prettiest thing of them all. Even with red eyes and saliva dribbling down your chin. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glossy sheen in your pupils. The tear drops staining your half fallen tank top, his hands, your legs, and his own t shirt. A bead of sweat dripped down your forehead, shining on your skin. You couldn’t stop crying. Not because of pain, but pleasure, overwhelming, aching pleasure.

The intense emotions too. You had just come on your neighbors dick? The neighbor you wanted but thought you could never have.

You regained most of your sight as you latched yourself into his body, skin to skin as he was almost pushed back onto his sofa. But he stood his ground, letting you wrap your arms around him as he did the same. Didn’t stop him from rutting into you though.

“Ya done good girl..”

He spoke in a gruff way before his thrusts got incredibly sloppy. Overall stopping when his full length was completely wrapped around your body. He felt his own orgasm shiver every last nerve. Something about the way you clung into him after you had just came made him cum even faster. If he really wanted to, he could have gone for hours without cumming but he knew that would be selfish and he didn’t want you to wait it out for that long.

When his breath stilled and your breathing was just about controlled. He stumbled back and sat on his cushions. Not worrying how his bare skin was against it. He’d worry about that next time.

“I’m gonna pull out-“

He mumbled. When you did your grip on his body only got stronger and he laughed. Doing that stupid shaking head habit before realizing you were ATTACHED to him. He slowly began to move you up. Body limp so it was easier to move you.

Groaning and trying not to get hard again he did it slowly, you couldn’t help but moan and whine. You could have stayed with it inside you forever, but you knew it was better. He watched himself finally be released from your walls and he took off the latex condom. Tying it tightly and putting it somewhere on the floor. Not bothering it leave it anywhere else, because it sure as hell wasn’t gonna go on any kind of surface.

You both sat there. Tops on but bottoms off. You clingy closely to him while crying into his broad shoulder.

“Awh now why’re ya still cryin’? I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

He joked, but it was laced with worry, patting your back to calm you.

You shook your head.

“Mm mm.. Jus’.. Dunno..”

You didn’t know why you got so quiet, or why you couldn’t stop crying. You weren’t sad or nothing.

“Than’ yu…”

Words slurred and the aftershocks barely hit you. He stayed right there, still tapping your back. One because no way he was gonna get you off of him, but also because he wanted to be there. He wanted you to cling to him. He liked the feeling of your body on his.

“Your welcome lil’ lady…”

Still catching his breath. He used his free palm to press against his forehead.

“Ya gonna keep that window open from now on.. ‘Kay?.. Ya got that?..”

You nodded.

“Mhm.. I will.. I will…”

“Right on, angel.”

E.N: Holy flip this took me 20 trillion years. I LAUV JOEL MILLER I LAUV JOEL MILLER I LAUV JOEL MILLER. Let’s just sayyyyy I’m gonna lock in and keep writing. Next topic; GETO 🤤🤤. Also ignore how freaking chopped and rushed the ending is like I just didn’t know how to end it 💔💔💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀🥀

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A total total neeeeddd!!! ♡~(>_<~)

Little twist on photocard trend that was going around

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Dirty Perv Shiu ♡

F!Reader! This is my first time uploading something so dirty (and uploading anything at all)!! AWAHHHHH!!! (///-﹏-///)

CW/tags: Minors plz DNI!! Sleazy kinda behavior, panty sniffing, degradation, sorta dumbification, cigarette smoke play, no specified age 4 reader (can be age gap or not!!), calf/thigh/shoehumping, spanking

DirtypervShiu who you kinda imagined would be a sleaze, just one who kept it under wraps. And you were right, he knew how to keep stuff quiet, even if he wanted to let it out. He was calculated, whether in your mind that’s good or bad, it definitely was helpful when you wanted to be inconspicuous.

DirtypervShiu who keeps your panties in his pockets wherever he goes, whether you know it or not. At the store? Panties in his pocket. His job? In his left so when he’s writing he can just reachhhh down and get a whiff. Even at home you’ll catch him when he’s supposed to be doing the laundry, sniffing away at your panties. Leaky cock in one hand while the other grips the soft fabric. Granted it embarrasses you to see him smell those, but you can’t deny it is a bit hot.

DirtypervShiu can’t really jerk off to anyone else BUT YOU. He used to be able to just jerk off to whatever but now it’s to only just you. Believe me he’s tried. So now what does he do? Obviouslyyy he films you guys! That shitty vintage camera quality just making it even better. Makes him feel old though when you say it looks vintage. Thats all he ever needs to get it off on long nights or when you’re away. It’s like he just gets to constantly relive the moment over and over again when he watches the film. He’ll always give you an outfit with the occasion too. A maid dress, nurse look, playboy bunny, baker, or on simpler occasions just something revealing and slutty. He likes to dress up his doll, make her all pretty for him. He’ll even do your hair if you really want him too.

DirtypervShiu who can’t be bothered to hang up the phone whenever a client, or Toji, calls him up. Asking him for whatever the hell they need. Doesn’t matter if you sucking him off, or grinding against him, even while he’s deep deep inside of you he won’t hang up. Hand covering your mouth so your lips are pursed as he puts on that customer service voice. All the while your DYINGGGG on his cock, trying your very very best to keep quiet for him. He can trust you with that, can’t he? If not he’ll just make you bite the silk pillows. Watching as a spit stain is left in the middle. Or his office chair, although, dealing with confused looks from the deep teeth marks on the leather can be a bit awkward.

Speaking of clients!! DirtypervShiu will keep you down straight in his lap during a meeting with those damn clients. Didn’t matter if it was a guy, or a girl! He would make SURE you were well rested in his lap. Napping, staring, taking notes, grinding on his thigh, or even taking it inside right so it reaches your womb. He really couldn’t care less if it embarrassed you, or the client. He knows the client would shut up and ignore it, and he knows you’d rather shut your mouth too. “Sign here, here, here.. Oh and, I get my girls pretty but you can atleast look at what I’m givin’ ya..” He would scoff as his clients leaning eyes would stroll over to you. And when the client is exiting the room he’ll smack and grab a handful of your ass. “Well, pleasure doin’ business with ya’” stupid customer service voice as his larger than average hand is making your cheeks spread.

DirtypervShiu who’s no short of mean when it comes to degrading you. Of course, he knows you both like it beforehand before he gets cruel with it. You’ll be happily giving him a blowjob, when he manages to rumble out. “Look at just how damn nasty my girl is?.. Looking like a whole idiot while taking it down her throat.. Maybe that’s why you can take it huh? Because your mind is so gone that you can’t even register your own gag reflex?..” Truthfully, he can go on for hoursssss when it comes to talking to you like that. It’s just like the words flow outta his mouth.

DirtypervShiu likes just a bit of public play. He hated the idea of fucking you infront of everyone at a party like, that’s just nasty to him. But when you and him are all alone in his office, he likes to pin you to the windows of the highrise. Shirt off so your boobs are pressed against the cold glass. You feel like you could fall if not careful enough. “Look at all those people down there doll, they don’t gotta clue what I’m doin’ to ya right now.. Maybe someone from the company across will see, just think. They look out the window and try to admire the city but all they see is me just drillin’ into ya..” You have to admit. His dirty talk does get you even wetter than you could ever be.

This bitch is always smoking cigarettes, so why wouldn’t he be into bringing them into your life and sex life! DirtypervShiu will take a loooongg drag from his cigarette, the smell filling his office as you are playfully sprawled across his lap. The side of your body resting on his front as he clicks his tongue. It was like a stupid dog command when he did that… But you listened! He would wait till you were directly looking at him and then he’d blow it all in your face. Giggling you playfully took it, and he laughed too. Or when he’d take a drag and kiss you deeply. Blowing all the smoke into your mouth, you can’t say you enjoyed the taste, but it turned you on to no end when he did it.

DirtypervShiu while in the middle of fucking you, will take out that shitty ass camera and a wad of cash. Smirking he’ll wave it around and tease. “Ya want it dolly?.. Ya? Then pose with it f’me, then you can have it allll..” He’ll laugh as you grab onto it and gleefully pose. Sticking out your tongue and sticking a dollar bill onto it. Might press the wad between both of your boobs, making sure it stuck out in the vision. Or once you finally got lower, you would place 3 to 5 dollar bills all in a fan structure and use it to cover your pussy that was getting destroyed by him. All this caught of video and picture. “You always give me such good material to work with, don’t ya?”

On moments when you feel just soooo desperate to get your rocks off, but DirtypervShiu is just so incredibly busy with his clients? What is the poor man to do? He can’t just leave his dolly alone, no no that would be bad, and he’s not a bad man :(. So what does he ask of you? To just hump him. For you to use his body like just another surface for you to grind on. If you’ve been good that day, you’ll get to ride on his thigh. The fabric of his nice, clean pants being crumpled and even a bit damp from your indecent and constant pace. His free hand would rest on the curve of your hip while the other worked tirelessly at his documents. “Aren’t you just such a lucky girl, even when I’m busy I let you get off.. Such a spoiled thing..” He’d chortle while kissing your cheek. Or if you were bad that day, he’d make you rest underneath his desk . Clothed pussy just grinding on that fine leather of his loafers. It felt so dirty when you did that, but so good. “Maybe if you hadn’t been all moody, I’d let ya up on my thigh.. But since you’re still my girl, I can’t just leave ya hanging can I? That would make me all neglectful and I would never do that to my angel...” His words laced with truth, and condescension if that makes sense.

To go off of you being bad, sure you can get a bit moody.. But it’s nothing a good ol’ lesson can’t teach!! And DirtypervShiu was great at those lemme tell you that much. He’d lift you up and place you over his knee. Your skirt bunched up so your bare ass was just faced with the cold. He’d raise his hand up, preparing for what was to come. “Count f’me, Kay? Maybe we’ll beat your record..” He’d cruelly joke before landing the hard slap on your ass that would make you jump. And the process would repeat. A harsh slap, followed by you counting it out, then followed by him kneading the skin. Maybe even add in a few pussy slaps just to mess with you. And the process goes on and on and onn until you just can’t take it anymore (╥_╥). You could feel the sting and burn while your vision was glossed over from tears. Bottom lip pouting. Shiu would sigh and lean down, kissing your forehead softly while his hand grazed your sore cheeks. “There there.. Don’t cry.. Let’s get ya sum ice packs, Kay?” He always made sure to treat you softly after, soften the blow. ♡

DirtypervShiu who will randomly slip Korean into his daily vocab. It’s not even on purpose, it’s just happens at random times and he can’t really help it. Tried to suppress it, but he doesn’t wanna. “Loo-ook at youuu 공주님!… (princess) All pretty for my eyes..” Sweet tone on his lips as he’d watch you in your new outfit. Or the occasional “씨발!.. (damnit)” When his cock is placed down your throat and you’re achingly gagging on it. You find it endearing honestly. And when he found that out, he knew it had to abuse it. And of COURSE it’s gonna be in the bedroom. You’ll be in the middle of you bouncing on it crazy style and he’ll slip through groans, “귀요미.. (cute)” He knows it drives you crazy. And you know that it’s on purpose this time. Half the time your actually spent trying to remember what it means rather than relishing in the compliment.

DirtypervShiu who is weirdly into eating you WITH the panties on. It’s not even a punishment he just really likes doing it. I mean, he already likes sniffing them, so why wouldn’t he like to eat them! And he goes CRAZYYY TOO. He knows that you can just barely feel the wetness of his tongue, and how the fabric rubs against your clit, GUHHH. He likes to taste the fabric too oddly enough. He likes knowing that just below it, is his own prize but he can’t just go in Y’know. So much so that he once tore a hole through the lace fabric. Eh. He’ll just buy you a new one. And a few more just in case..

A/N: AGWAHHHH IM GOING CRAZY I LOVE SHIU I LOVE HIMMMM!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ Hope u liked and sorry this is real short, im kinda new to this!!

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Hii, I’m Mimi!

18 y.o!!

She/her

Bisexual

Nerdy stuff like smut drabbles or ficssss!! Might possibly be abt day to day life maybe!!

Gajin Gyaruuu! (￣▽￣)

Mixed!: Asian and Latina

Stuff I’m currently writing for: Joel Miller, JJK, Jason Duval

Characters I wanna write for: Sevika, Armin, JJBA cast in general

Rules: No raceplay, ageplay, rape/cnc/dubcon I’m not into none of that weird stuff. Requests r open but I have every right to NOT do them if I’m uncomfortable!!

DNI: Proshippers & evil civillians (⋋▂⋌)

Masterlist!!

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Last Updated: 5/17/25

-“Heyyy Beach Boy!!!” = Jason Duval x F!Reader (based on p!link)

-“What’s Up With All The Silver?” = AU!RetiredAltDad!Geto x F!Reader

- “Up Late…” = Jackson!Joel x F!Reader

- “Beyond My Window” = AU!Joel x Neighbor!F!Reader

- “Dirty Perv Shiu” = Shiu Kong x F!Reader