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islabonitathoughts · 14 days ago

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fueling the fire until we combust | ellie williams x f!reader

an: i was picturing hbo!ellie for reasons that im obsessed with bella and because im dying for more hbo!ellie fanfictions, but feel free to imagine the ellie you want to, there's no physical description of the reader other than long hair, a nipple piercing and tattoos. lower case is intentional.

trigger warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering (e!receiving/r!receiving), tribbing, drugs (weed smoking), drinking, oral (e!receiving/r!receiving), afab!reader, no plot, just vibes.

word count: 4.1k

you and ellie weren't strangers to each other. very the opposite, to be fair. you went to the same college, attended the same parties, drank at the same bar, shared some classes where you sat side by side, and you were also buying weed from ellie for the past year and a half. so, you weren't strangers.

but you're also weren't friends.

you we're… acquainted with each other.

you knew how ellie smelled? yes, she sat side by side with you in your physics II class, every friday, from 9 to 11 in the morning. ellie's perfume was something that haunted your thoughts, it was a mixture of sandalwood and something fresh, alongside the leather scent of her jacket and every once in a while she smelled like the weed you knew she smoked. and there was also the fact that the tattoo artist who did her arm tattoo was the same one who did yours, it came out at a conversation once when you were drinking outside a party and she took the recommendation very seriously. a few days later you received a pic of the new add to her arm with a “sick job, thanks for the rec” and a gift joint appeared on your table.

you also knew she was smoking hot, the kind of everything you find attractive, so, yes, you might be into her. (might not being the key word, considering all your friends called her "your woman")

and it was friday, you were earlier, and also was ellie, for a change, she was always the last person to arrive at every single class you two attended for the past two years. which were quite a few, to be honest, and ellie was never early, she was always a few minutes late.

“hey, you,” ellie said, as every friday

“hey, els”

“nice weekend?” she asked, dropping her backpack on the counter you shared for the morning.

“yeah, kinda of, you know, the usual” you dismissed, she had saw you at the delta pi party, so she knew what you were up to.

“saw you saturday at the delta pi party, are you cheating on me?” she seemed serious, which was new for her.

“what?”

“just joking, saw you smoking at the backyard and it's been a while you don't buy anything”

“oh, it was dina's joint so i was definitely not cheating on you, considering her joint is your joint els,” you smiled at her, “and also, i was sick, antibiotics and weed don't fuck with each other” but we can, if you want to, you thought.

“so dina get the chance to smoke with you and i don't? how is that fair?” ellie reached for something inside her backpack, a snack, apparently.

“if you were around by the time we were smoking we could have shared one too” you said, your pen hitting the front of the counter, erratically. ellie only hmm'd at you

“i'll keep that in mind for the next party.”

the professor arrived pretty on time, as she was used to, and as she was used to surprises too, professor smith decided that that friday especially was a good one for a surprise test. every single student inside the classroom grunted – yeah, some experiences are collectives. by the time you were able to finish that damn stupid test it was almost midday, your stomach was making loud noises and your head was pounding. just the thought of numbers and statistics and angles were enough to make you want to crawl under your blanket and sleep through the day, except it was crazy fucking hot outside and you had another class until 3pm. you saw ellie at the cafeteria with jesse and dina, she had left the classroom around 11pm and as far as you could see, her test was pretty complete.

by the end of your classes you went straight home, your roommate was used to spend the weekend with her girlfriend so you were used to have the house all by yourself, which that day was the best fucking thing. a shower and a burger later, you decided that yes, you needed to smoke one, otherwise you would go insane. that week had been heavy with all the surprise tests (3) and the essays you had to deliver (5). you scrolled through your phone until you found what you were looking for: ellie's contact, the thread of messages were all about meeting spots and the amount of weed you wanted. she answered your text a few moments later, as she was used to. as you waited for ellie, you decided to open a bottle of wine, just to chill a little bit – the weed would do the rest

fifteen minutes later, the doorman of your building called announcing that she was there, you cleared her entrance to the building and was hit immediately with the messy disaster in your living room. not even flash mode would be able to save the amount of books, paper leaves, pens, the pizza box from last night (which you shoved on the kitchen very quickly) and that stupid as fuck f1 car model from the eyes of someone who was 3 seconds away from coming into your apartment. the doorbell rang immediately after you tried to hide the hideous thing (in vain) and there she was, ellie was standing at your door wearing a… one direction shirt?

“nice shirt” you gestured at the short sleeves shirt, her tattooed arm at show

“don't mention it” she rolled her eyes, “here, rolled it for you” and there it was, the 3 joints you asked, perfectly rolled, the way ellie did every time you bought weed from her

“thanks els, do you want to come in? we can share this one” she nodded as you opened space for her, "do you want a glass of wine?"

"ill take a sip of whay you're drinking" she said back.

ellie took a 360° on your living room, her eyes gazed on the bookshelf, and then on the stars attached to the ceiling.

“that's a crazy nice apartment,” she said, making herself comfortable on your couch, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of the cheap wine you were drinking

“thanks”

“so.. are you going to light this up or are we hoping for the power of our thoughts to do it?” ellie joked, pointing at the joint you were still holding

“do you by chance happen to have a lighter?”

“i always have a lighter and you know it” it felt intimate the way she said and the way she got closer to you

by the time you lightened the joint you and ellie were knee to knee, you could practically feel her breath and scent her perfume, that delicious combination of sandalwood you were so used to and the lavender you were never able to fully identify until now. you took the first hit on the joint, ellie's weed was always exceptional, but this one was above every single one you had smoked so far. she was eyeing you expectantly.

“jesus, that's some great weed, where you got this?” she smiled at the recognition, reaching for the joint

“a dude back at my hometown grows it” she took a hit as well, longer than yours

“is your dad aware you're bringing weed from boston to new york?” it was a hidden thing that ellie was professor miller (civil engineering head professor) daughter and at the mention of her dad ellie rolled her eyes

“nope, but he isn't aware of a lot of things so it's not news” she gave it back to you, your knees still touching, “is your dad aware you're smoking weed on a friday night?”

“absolutely not” you snorted, “he would be so offended”

“why so?”

“my parents are like those liberal parents, they said my whole life that if i ever wanted to do drugs, i should come to them they would let me do it safely” chills just to think about it

“did you? went to them, i mean”

“no, i got crazy high on my first week of class and took a mdma on the first party i went, it took half a year for me to tell them that and when i did do you know what they said?”

“what?”

“we lost a bet” you quoted, “they were betting when i would do it”

“shut up” ellie laughed at it

“seriously, my mom said she had bet that it would take a year or so, my dad said a week, he won by far”

“joel was ferrari red and mumbling around the first time he caught me smoking, your parents seems a blast”

“they are, but too liberal for that, i was like 15 and my mom had a powerpoint presentation about safe sex with boy and girls ready for me” you still had nightmares with the graphics on that presentation

“oh god, that must have been awful” ellie was smiling, “joel had a nice surprise with that too, almost gave the old man a heart attack because he caught the drugs and a girl on my room when i was 17, the texan in him didn't know what to do”

“the drugs and sex at the same time, im surprise he survived” you said, your head starting to get light

“did you use it?” ellie asked, and god she was so close

“what?”

“the girls part about that presentation” was ellie… fishing for information?

“i don't know what it was on that part of the presentation, i ran away before it got there so…”

“ah” ellie shriveled a little

“i learned with life though, i don't know if my 15 self would be able to take the graphic image of woman having sex after a math test” he eyes meet yours for that

“is that so?”

“yeah, crazy first time” you dismissed it with a smile, the joint almost at the end and your head was close to the floating state

“so are you into girls?” ellie asked after a while

“are you?” everyone knew about ellie and cat (a third year from the design class), but it felt nice to tease her a little

“i thought it was obvious” she said back

“so did i but apparently it's not, so yes, im into girls” you took the last drag of the joint, discharging it on the ashtray on the center table

“nice to know” ellie said from behind you

“are you flirting with me, ellie williams?” you stared at her

“i am, for a while now, i thought it was obvious” she laughed nervously

“no you weren't”

“i was! why do you think i moved to sit with you? or why i was talking to you at every party? my flirting skills are that bad?” she covered her face with her hands

“i thought you was being nice for the sake of it” you poked her arm, “im sorry, els, but 30 seconds ago you were second guessing if i liked girls”

“i tried my shot, ok? it was fifty fifty on it, or you liked girls or you didn't so my flirting might had been compromised”

“i do”

“thank god” ellie dropped her hands on her lap

“are you going to do anything about it or this bizarre conversation was for nothing?”

“i already did, i came all the way here to bring you weed, the ball is with you know” she said, challenging you to do something, which you did

on the position the two of you were sitting on the couch, knee touching knee, it was easy to straddle her lap, and by the speed ellie's hands rested on your hips, it was somehow she was waiting for it. if earlier you could feel her breath, now you were breathing with her. your hands rested on her shoulders, moving to cup her neck, and her cheeks. your breathing heavier than mere moments ago, your lips brushing each other but not touching effectively. ellie was growing impatient, you could tell by the way her hands were roaming your lower back, alternating between your hips and your thighs, exploring inside the sides of your shorts. you decided pulling ellie out of her misery by kissing her. your lips crashed with hers with hurry and anger, your tongues meeting each other on a open mouth kiss.

and damn, ellie was a great kisser. it felt like by the time your tongues meet each other she gave up of being cordial, her hands grabbed your ass, your thighs, your hips. when breathing became a need, ellie peppered kisses all along your jaw and your neck, leaving a bruise of two in the way. she was a much more active partner than you had anticipated, and a much more vocal one, as you learned when you pulled the hair at the back of her head with a little bit more of strength. and again when you rolled your hips on hers as you were rewarded with a low moan and her hand grabbing a handful of your hair.

the couch was starting to feel small for the need growing inside of you. you wanted to feel ellie, to touch her and you wanted her to touch you as well. as your kiss became deeper and more urgent, hands hovering on her body the same way hers were exploring yours. you two were panting as you pulled away from the kiss. ellie looked disheveled, her hair out of place, her cheeks adorably pink, her breath heavy, her lips swollen.

“room?” you asked, hoping for her to say yes

“yeah” she said, “lead the way” you got out of her lap and standing in front of her you could feel how wet you already were just for a making out session on your couch. as ellie got up you couldn't hold back, you pulled her for another kiss, wich she reciprocated gladly. the two of you walked blindly from the living room to your room, hitting a table and knocking a paiting from the wall as you finally made it into your room. as you closed the door, ellie's hand pushed you into the nearest wall, her lips never leaving yours.

you reached for the hem of her shirt, which she allowed you to pull it out easily, revealing a black sport bra that, non ironically, looked crazy hot on her pale skin. her chest was the same shade of pink as her cheeks, a shoulder tattoo that you couldn't care less about what it was and firm abs that you felt like biting for a second. ellie's hands hovered inside your pj shirt, a oversized one who almost covered your thighs, her hands grabbed your waist for a second as she took the moment to pull away, looking at you. you took the opportunity to push her onto your bed and resume your initial position, straddling her lap. it was her turn to take your shirt, you were ready to a night in so you were bare under it.

“oh, fuck” ellie let a low groan as she saw the two bars on your nipples, “those were always here?” you nodded, “fuck me, im in heaven right now” she said as her mouth meet your breasts, her tongue playing with one nipple at the time, while her hand grabbed the other, her fingers pinching your very sensitive nipple, because of the piercing and the way your whole body was hot. her tongue flicked around the jewelry, sending a hot wave of pleasure straight to your core. your hands grabbed her head, fingers interlocking with her hair.

“ellie” you moaned her name for the first time in the night, and hopefully not the last.

“yeah, baby”

“i need you” you rolled your hips on her lower abdomen, the muscles there contracting

“im right here” her voice was low as her mouth found yours again as her hands went back to your waist, taking the momentum to flip you over, letting her hovering over you, “can i go down on you?”

“yes, please” she did as she said, her kisses going south, leaving marks and wet kisses on your neck, the valley between your breasts and on your hips, right on top of your tattoo, her hands reached for your shorts and your underwear, she looked at you, asking permission one more time, you nodded and it was all it took for ellie to pull the clothes off.

“you're so wet” she said and it came out more as a moan than anything, kissing your inner tight as her fingers teased your entrance. she didn't even waste time, her mouth went straight to your clit, light at first, testing your response and when you squirmed under her she took it as a green light, you felt her long fingers entering you, two at the time, that and added the feeling of her tongue on your clit made you moan, thankfully you two were alone and the other apartment on your floor was empty, otherwise you would be receiving some noise complaining very soon. her fingers pumped in and out of you, creating a delicious rhythm that alongside how sensitive weed made you were making you see stars. ellie took your moans as an incentive, she kept doing what she was doing, her free hand hold your hips down. you didn't know what to do with your hands, one grabbed the mattress and the other went to her hair, keeping her exactly where she was.

“ellie, please” you moaned, you were so close and yet it felt like your orgasm was so distant.

“im here, baby” she kept pumping her fingers, her thumb found your sensitive clit, “i’ve got you” her mouth went to your nipple once more, it was overwhelming all those feelings.

“i can't” you cried, your whole body was tense

“yes, you can baby, im right here, you're doing so nice” her fingers never faltered, you felt yourself clenching around her fingers, “that's it, give it to me” apparently, what was missing was ellie talking you through it, her voice unlocked every button inside your head, your orgasm hitted you as a truck, waves of pleasure clouding your mind, "good girl", you clenched around her fingers.

ellie fucked you through your orgasm, your inner walls helding her fingers inside of you. her mouth found yours once more, a more gentle kiss. you could feel the thin layer of sweet on your body as you wrapped your arms around ellie.

“why im naked and you're still half dressed?” you asked once your breathing calmed down

“do you want me to be naked?” ellie asked, she was laying half on top of you half on your bed

“obviously, it's my time to return the favor” you moved your body so you could straddle her again, your hands went to her belt, undoing it alongside the button of her jeans, you did the same thing she did to you, underwear and pants went directly to your bedroom floor, her bra was the last one. and there she was, laying under you, completely naked, and only the sight of her made your whole body awake again.

“fuck, ellie, you're so hot” she blushed under you, your hands touching her tenderly, goosebumps following the trail of your touch, “what do you like?” you asked, kissing her jawline and her neck

“just keep going” her voice was breathless, chest rising heavily.

your hands hovered lower, her legs opening to accommodate your body between them, you left a red mark on her left hip and on her inner thigh, peppering kisses along the way. ellie was, apparently, as weed sensitive as you, and by the time your mouth closed on her clit, she released a loud moan, her hands grabbing your hair, moving your head the way she liked it. your hands held her by her thighs, one on each side, holding her opened for you. you teased her entrance with your fingertips, looking up from between her legs as she nodded. you slipped one finger in, slowly, her inner walls were squeezing your finger crazily. you set a slow pace, trying to figure it out if it was something ellie liked it, your tongue kept playing with her clit, as you reached that spongy spot inside of her, ellie's back arched, a low moan of your name left her lips. her thighs closed around your face as her orgasm washed her.

and god, what a sight. ellie’s chest was pinkish, her breath was heavy, from your angle you could see her perfect breasts, her hands were still on your hair and she moaned when you slipped your finger out of her, gaze meeting your as you licked your finger. you made your way back to her, mouths and tongues meeting each other once more as you started to realize how much you liked kissing ellie. she could taste herself on your mouth and, to be fair, that was such a turn on. you tangled your body with ellie's, her arms wrapping around your middle and legs around yours. your hands started to play with ellie's hair, a gentle touch that made a lot of sense on that moment, especially after such urgent orgasms.

ellie took your breathing slowing to a normal rhythm as an opportunity, the worst case scenario was a no, but she hoped for a yes. her legs wrapped around your hips, your back on your bad as it was her moment to straddle your lap. her wet center wasn't resting on your lower belly, but a little lower, closer to your core, your hands went to her hips, fingers tracing the v line there, her hips moving slowly on you.

“can we?” she gestured, her cheeks still pinkish from the heat and the exercise

“yeah” yes, you could

“have you done it before?” ellie asked, her hands on your abdomen

“a couple of times”

“do you like it? we don't have to if you–” you cut ellie short with a kiss, melting into each other as you have been doing the whole night so far, it was like your bodies were made to match each other

“i want to, but you're gonna have to lead the way here, it's been a while and i don't know exactly what to do” you pecked her lips a final time, laying back again

“that's ok, i'll talk you through it baby” she moved so one of her thighs were in the middle of your legs as one other were in direct contact with your cunt, yeah, thigh riding would also be blissful, but now that ellie had set the idea inside your mind, you wanted that specifically. ellie lowered your right leg, and lifted the left one, doing the opposite, allowing your center to touch hers, and the first contact was, definitely, something. ellie adjusted herself and the friction was sending waves of pleasure from your brain to your pussy, hot waves of natural lubrication, allowing the movements ellie was doing with her hips to flow easily. you could feel how wet she was, from your mouth and from the pleasure she was feeling. your hands grabbed her waist, her hands using your abdomen to support herself. you never thought of yourself as a big tribbing fan, but with ellie you realized you were a fan, but of doing with her. your first orgasm was already enough to made you sensible, but that alongside the weed making all your extremities crazy sensitive as well made your second orgasm of the night to hit without a warning.

“give me another one, baby, im so close” ellie's voice was low, loaded with pleasure as she kept rolling her pussy on yours, her hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place, it was starting to feel overwhelming, but as you got a sight of ellie's face, how much pleasure she was feeling, how her hands felt around your hips, it was a matter of minutes until her own orgasm triggered you third of the night.

you and ellie tangled on each other, limbs almost funding, arms wrapped around her middle as she wrapped her own on your shoulders. snuggled post sex was not a huge go for you, but having ellie around your body, feeling her warm and her scent, made you feel safe, and you were sleeping in minutes.

you woke up alone the next morning. a duvet covering your naked body and no sign of ellie. you grabbed your phone to check the hour only to realize it was past midday and to see the four text messages ellie had left, which made you smile.

oh god, you were so fucked.

safe to say dinner went amazing and the dessert was even better. ellie was a great company and crazy flirting now she know you were 1) into girls and 2) into her.

her hand never left you thigh, even when she was driving, even at the dinning table at the nice italian restaurant she brought you.

she spent the night and by monday morning apparently all her friends (and yours) were aware you two had became an item.

“they're lesbians, obviously the moved fast” dina said on lunch time, “im surprised joel hadn't meet her yet, to be fair”

“you're surprised i haven't meet who yet?” it was like dina had summoned the man, professor miller was standing in front of you while his daughter had her hands on your thigh. ellie only sighed, yup, that would be a long lunch.

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likesomeoneinlovee · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Jackson!Joel x F!reader

Word count: 4110

Summary: Joel’s knees don’t work like they used to. So, he much rather sit back, relax, and have your entire ass and pussy in his face.

Warnings: PORN-NO-PLOT. Assplay, old!Joel, light degradation, sixty-nine, oral F!receiving & M!receiving, old man Joel and his weak knees. Power-play? If you squint. He’s 61 but I’m gettin’ him to SIXTY-NINE! Lazy aftercare scene. One singular spank.

A/N: This is a repost! If you think you saw this before you probably have. I just couldn’t let something I spent 1 sleepless night on go to waste. Anyway, this song fucks harder than Joel.

Slut.

It was on the tip of his tongue as your fingertips traced around the waistband of his boxers. His soft stomach just barely aproning over the elastic.

Fourth time this week you had him in his room, half naked after dry swallowing one of those small, baby blue pills to get his dick up. First time doing it midday, sun shining in from his bedroom windows, curtains wide open. Shamelessly, he liked it– the thrill he got from the thin chance of someone seeing the real reason you’ve been walking with a limp, a certain shake in your knees all week.

��Quit teasin’, Sweets. He’s all ready.”

You weren’t blind, just patient. He should be glad your own hormones weren’t constantly leading your mind. Unlike his. Though, spotting the writhe beneath the fabric, that dark spot blooming against the grey cotton. You’d be mad if you didn’t feel the sight, like a punch straight to the ovaries.

‘May I?”

Joel almost laughed, you were never keen on formalities. It sounded unnatural.

A nod was all you were given, eyes meeting his which were currently kept guarded by the lenses of those red framed bifocals.

You leaned in, brushing soft, careful lips over the strain in his briefs, over the curve of seven-and-a-half inches compacted into a forced bow against the fabric. You knew what was to come once the fabric was down to his thighs, a sinful slap against the thick of his belly. Though, that being said; your index still trembled as she went in, curving around his waistband and–

THUMP.

Chest first into the tempur-pedic.

Your jaw slacked as you felt the wind knocked out of you, briefly. Like the time you fell off your bed back first when you were six. Though this time, instead of a cry it was a moan. Deep from your gut.

You weren’t as exhibitionistic as Mr. Miller, here. The thought of someone hearing– particularly someone you know. A face you have to see and god forbid greet every day, that’s what made your cheeks red. Your nose pressed down into his duvet, a heady smell of unwashed sex and every-day musk radiating through every stitch. Hoping to Christ the heavy comforter would be able to muffle the pornography shrilling out from your throat. Unlike Joel, shame weighed heavy on your conscience, especially when he was making you whimper just from broad hands with a firm touch, which was currently following the wave of your hip. Thumbs pressing into the gives between the bones, making you–

“Fffffffffffu–huccccckkk.”

In other words, your tummy hurt.

Your hips tilted out, his hands palmed your ass through your underwear– white, lace. It boggles his mind to even think where the fuck you found them. Tugging them down to the backs of your knees. It was all he needed.

Joel Miller knew he had you cryin’ every time he did this. Thrusts harmonizing with creaky hips that weren’t shy of sounding like they needed a fucking oil change. You’ve gotten used to it. Began counting them to see how many audible snaps of Miller’s pelvis will it take to cum this time?

“‘Gonna take care of you today, sweetpea.” He murmurs.

It was always more- how do you put it, mutual? If it wasn’t the headboard slamming, cervix kissing sex it’d be you on your knees, cheeks stuffed full’a cock after Joel’s been out all day. Thick cum riding the slippery slope down your throat. It wasn’t that Joel hadn’t ate you out before, made you into a proper meal. Though, there was a genuine excuse: this man’s sixty-one year old knees couldn't be put under stress.

And lucky for you, you liked the taste of spend and the smell of musk as your face buried into his pubes. You liked the sore jaw, shaky knees. You liked doing it in his study, looking up to find fogged lenses of his bifocals. Resting your head on his thigh with a bitten cheek before placing the final kiss to his belly.

It was fun. Made your pelvis boil and your head fog. As a real man’s cock should.

Broad hands now held around your thighs, one loosened, giving the back of your leg, the soft spot directly under your ass-cheek a lovely pat-pat-pat.

His tall finger delved forward to the back of your folds, right at your entrance where he can feel the leak that had sprung by his touch. You hummed, wriggling your hips back into the touch.

“Mm, m’ready, Joel.”

“Mm-mm” He shook his head. “Need’s some more o’me.”

Tsk-ing at your advance. You weren’t in the mood for his relentless teasing. Feeling, touching, carving heat into every inch. Though, even so it was hard not to enjoy. You breathed into the plushness of blankets, scooting yourself an inch- two inches further back. Your ass pressing against the palm of his hand.

“So wet here.” He rubbed that finger through your labia, that build up of slick and arousal coating age-spotted skin. You pouted.

“Need’ya wet–” He paused, trailing a slick digit between your cheeks, tapping it against that foreign spot, the tight, clenched ‘o’ of muscle. “-Here.”

You sucked in a breath, a sharp one. Fingers, on instinct, curling around the comforter. Not in your wildest fucking fantasies. –Well, yeah, but not the one you thought would come true– Miller’s finger pressed against a pure hole for the first time since you’ve started fucking. You almost forgot it was an option. You almost forgot old fuckers like Joel got off on that shit.

This shit.

“S’been a while.” Joel drawled, the pad of his finger tracing a circle around the live rim. Nerves finally picking up on the vulgarity. You whined.

He couldn’t believe you whined. A moan, a cry, a chant of his name from panting lips from deep within your heaving chest– but a whine. Like a puppy begging for a treat.

“You like that?”

He applied the smallest bit of pressure, just enough for your ass to draw a kiss to his fingertip. Joel grinned, mean.

“Barely fuckin’ touched you, babygirl.”

Your stomach sunk, cunt throbbed and swelled with no finger, nothing to relieve all that tension. All before his middle finger– the same one slicked and lubed with juice bubbling from your pussy into your lips, now pressed in, just enough to invade that virgin ring. Your back arched, you wanted to scream. Gnawing on the rolled foldover of the duvet.

Your legs twitched and your hips bared down. It was too tight, It didn’t even compare to your cunt, even before Joel- an unpopped cherry, freshly chewed fingernails and a dream. The dream of you making yourself cum on your own fingers. Spoiler alert: sitting there, pumping fingers two inches in, stopping because you’re too scared to go deeper isn’t the way to get off. Especially not with stress in your belly and the constant thought of “Holy fuck, I can’t wait for the real thing.” Looped and singing through your mind.

Now you had the real thing. In-and-out and successful every time. Joel did that.

And Joel was doing this too–

A more violent breed of butterflies fluttered in your tummy. Joel felt your hole pulse around nothing. Nothing more than a pressing fingertip in which he slowly pulled away. You whimpered.

“Dirty girl, huh?” He drew. “Should’a told me you liked this sooner. Would’a been glad to play with ‘er.”

Oh, fuck him.

The problem was he would’ve, you shouldn’t be surprised, honest. His body curved over your own, the bare, firmness of his chest pressed up against your back. Skin-on-skin, tummy slouched heavy to your lower back, rocking against your lumbar.

The sudden weight and comfort of your old man made your body relax, slightly, less tense. Though, those eyes were still wide, pupils shaky, jaw slacked against the bed. You hissed this time as you felt it again. This time, a dry, thick thumb.

An assumption that the slick dragged from your pussy to your ass would be enough, it was dumb. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Tsk.

“No, that won’t do, Pretty.” He tapped against the knot, “‘Less she’s plannin’ on easing up, ‘ere.”

“Joel.” You heaved.

“‘Less she wants my tongue.”

If a single finger wasn’t pure sin already, this was.

He started to slink his body down, broad palms massaging their way down from your ribs, to the inward curve of your waist, hips. Thighs. All the while his body traveled with, nose drawing a line down the divot of your spine. His thorny, greying beard prickled down sensitive skin.

Then, a weighty kiss was planted against your lower back. His pouty bottom lip reaching your tailbone all before his knees hit the ground.

Too. Fucking. Hard.

“MotherFUCKER–!”

Not only had the feeling shot into his lower back but once his shins joined the hardwood there was a painfully rhythmic snap, crackle and pop that came from his joints.

It was his body’s kind reminder, he was far from twenty-one.

“Jesus Christ, Joel.”

You had breathed, body still in tremors though for a split second you had been transported outside of your haze to check on your old man. Head straining over your shoulder only to see the top of his grey curls peaking over your ass– at least, from your point-of-view.

“Not a word, Kiddo.” He couldn’t help but grumble, turning quickly into a drawn groan as he strained to stand back up. One foot back flat onto the floor, then, slowly came the next. He fisted the mattress, stabilizing himself as he got back on stiff legs.

He was so fucked.

Your chest would swell against the covers, before releasing a breath. Still involuntarily twitching, shuddering every time you heard an uneven breath, a grunt as he stood. You felt your insides convulse.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” There was a subtle pause, chewing on your bottom lip before–

“old man.”

He blinked.

And in a sigh, he shifted close once again. One hand would raise as if to wave before landing a heavy hit to your ass.

“Fu– fuck!”

Once was enough.

“Jo–el–!”

Especially after hearing you squeal as you did. His name falling between the cracks of your wail.

“What’d I tell you.” He’d tut. Palming the reddening skin, tingling as it flushed. “Stings, don’t it?”

Instinctively, your back arched into it. The burn was fucking nice. The calloused palms of his hands almost apologetically soothing over the blushing area of flesh. You don’t cry, you moan, deep and hearty like you fucking mean it.

“Move. On the bed, Pumpkin. You’re drippin’.”

Dripping would be an understatement.

Though, obeying Joel’s words, you find yourself hiking a knee over the side of a bed. Then the other, elbows being your way of travel as you heeded on all fours. You were sickeningly willing. Always and forever, for your old man.

Once you made it to the middle of the queen you allowed your body to rest up on your shins. Keeping an as-picture-perfect-as-you-could posture. Curving your spine, sitting, perched like a cat, silently waiting for her treat.

Joel, meanwhile; tugged down his boxers, letting them rest around his thighs, heavy balls hanging over the hem. Cock standing against his tummy. A river of cloudy obscenity dribbling from his slit. His brows would pinch together with each step, lips pursing as he let himself drop into his bed. The comfortable cradle where his body lays every night– the slight imprint his body has left in the mattress from five years of settling in that same spot routinely. One-thousand, eight-hundred and twenty-six days.

His thighs would spread ever-so-slightly, almost to coax you. When he realized you were waiting for a vocal command, he allowed his head to fall against his pillow. Worn with musk- smelled dry. If, that made any sense.

“Still wanna taste you.” He stated.

There was a beat.

“Sure you’d just fuckin’ love to do the same f’me.”

He was right. In fact, he’s never been more correct in the full sixty-one years his presence has graced this putrid earth. And fuck him for that.

A grounding breeze gently pushed through the window that Joel had opened earlier- a slit. Barely that. The mattress would give against the palms of your hands as you crawled over to him. Almost out of instinct going to straddle over his thighs, but then, rectified yourself quickly.

Your hands would cup over his shins to get the right pose on him. You feel a familiar, warm palming against the back of your thighs. Feeling, examining. Pathing a calloused digit from the pit of your knee up to the fattiest part of your thighs. Right underneath your buttcheek.

“Don’t be shy.” He presses.

And you’d reiterate, once again. Fuck him.

He was lucky enough you chose to spend your days and nights adulterating with him. Wasting time that could easily be spent meaning something. Though, who could be bothered with productivity at times like these. Especially as with every orgasm the weight of the world seems to ease up as well.

A better mood, a better day. Though, more strenuous for Joel’s joints. Shame.

You arched back, hips up as you pushed the plush of your ass against his face, his facial hair ticklish against the pillowy skin. Your stomach fell. Your breasts squished against his lower belly, hands finding purchase on the meat of his thighs, breath coming out in slow, balancing puffs.

The tip of your nose pressed against the grey, wiry curls that laid a crown of thorns around his base. Nostrils flaring as you inhaled the heady– fuckin’ dizzying smell that came within.

Your parted lips would ghost over the thick vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. The tip of your tongue cautiously laid flat against his cock. Slowly, running up, tasting the salt of his skin. In return, Joel’s teeth nipped at your ass cheek. His own tongue began seeking the taste of you, slacking his jaw the slightest, sinking between your crack once delved past his lips, lapping a stripe from the pink-ish pucker his finger had prodded earlier, down to where you needed him the most.

One single lick.

One single lick and your hips involuntarily pushed back into the warmth of his mouth. The wetness of his tongue. It all felt so–

“GOOD–!”

A loud shrill of that pretty word was consequence of Joel’s tongue flicking against your overly sensitive, all around deprived folds, and a solid thumbing against your rim. You thought he’d be done with her by now.

One problem: his window. Still open a crack, though we all know a crack is enough. Well, how do we know? Maybe last week, you were walking down the road to get to Miller’s to drop off supplies he had asked for. The window cracked, noises that’d you’d think to only hear coming from a hormonal sixteen year old boy’s bedroom as he jerks off to an old Playboy.

“Sh–shut up, baby.” He’d murmur, vibrations of his softened voice tickling at your cunt. “Don’t wanna be the talk of the town, now do we?”

Good point. Great point. Because of course, you definitely would love for that to happen.

You wanted to sob.

One of his hands slithered down to your stomach, rubbing over the flesh as he pulled you back some.

“Now, why don’cha try stuffin’ those pretty cheeks so there ain’t a worry ‘bout no outburst.”

A weak ‘mhm’ hummed through the air as you pushed lower, instead of palms the sides of your forearms were keeping you up. The warm light of the afternoon casting a glow onto his head, you savored this sight, taking a moment to wet your lips once more before you’d strike.

The heaviness of his dick lugged forward against your lips, a kiss was pressed gently, all-too lovingly against his tip before you opened your mouth, flattened your tongue and glided him inside warm, comforting walls. It was just the head at first, suckling sweetly upon the flushed cap of his girth– tentative and teasing, though, his hips rutted up, forcing himself back another inch.

Your hand wrapped around the base, squeezing him with no real mercy behind the pressure. It was his fault for being this size, your fingers couldn’t even fully meet on the underside. And you’d say it a third time for good measure: fuck. Him.

Fourth, fuck him for being so big. And fifth, fuck him for tasting like a drink of heaven every time.

Miller’s mouth hadn’t fell short either, curling his tongue between the swell of your folds, still, impossibly soaked. Never-been-kissed sorta wetness.

Or, a kiss to a secretive place after you promised your parents no man will ever touch you before two ‘I do’s

Your hips rocked back against his face as he gave you the stimulation that made your knees kick, stomach tense. Walls clench, empty without the fleshy muscle of his tongue. You whined, you missed it. You were all achy for it– he knew that.

He was the one fuckin’ feeling that.

A searing kiss captured your cunt, upper lip soft against the tender bridge of skin between your pussy and your ass. The tip of his tongue flicked against your entrance just like it would your mouth, same way he’d turn a soft kiss into an invasion. His tongue delved as far as he could reach, two, just barely teetering three inches.

You’d moan again, it’d be louder if it weren’t for the fact his cock was stuffing against your left cheek. The tip of your own tongue traced around a bulging vein. For a breather– you were drowning, after all– you’d pull back with an obscene ‘pop!’. Breathe. Watch the long, sticky string of precum connect from his head to your swollen lips, admiring how it’d glisten in the sunlight like the prettiest of silk. Then, slowly bare your mouth back onto his needy, old dick.

There was a violent twitch against the hollow of your tongue, another moan into your hole. Your arms were shaking as you supported your weight, feeling his thighs twitch beneath your elbows. Though, it still didn’t seem like enough. Every grunt, breathless hum into the mound of swell he was eating like a five-star meal should tell you just how pleasurable it really was.

You wanted more.

So, you’d give him ‘more’.

You remembered what had stuck from your friends ramblings of what-they-don’t-teach-in-sex-Ed. Relax your throat, ease up. Breathe through your fucking nose most of all.

Joel had been too distracted to notice the feeling of his cock sheathing further into your mouth, stretching your lips into a wide gape. Up until he felt a spasm of your throat, a sickly squelch from the back of your throat before he felt the tightness. How your belly stopped rising and falling– for the time being, you couldn’t breathe.

“Motherfuck– Oh–!” He had to fall back, his nose still inhaling the sweet scent of slick as he let out that throaty, deep moan.

“Ssssssssss–lut” He hissed.

You swear you paused for a moment, movement haltering.

Slut?

Looks like it had finally found a way past his lips.

And fuck, was it delicious.

You hummed around the length, eyes squeezed as the watery build up that had been pricking your eye finally slipped down your cheekbone, past the flush of your face. Cruelly, your gentle touching fingertips tapped against his balls, they were full, undeniably warm. You traced a fingernail up the seam–

He was supposed to be the cruel one.

“Stop.”

A single command muffled into your pussy, burying his face further into you. It was killin’ him and it was sure as hell killing you.

“Focus.” His thumb moved between your slit, tapping firm against your clit before speaking yet again:

“Focus. Focus on my cock, Honey. He’s needin’ you.”

His voice almost sounded pained. He was right there. ‘Few more bobs of your head, almost wishing he could just reach and tug your hair, shove your head down til’ you got your throat filled, voice breaking once he’s done from his head kissing against your voice box.

He was horrible. That should be a well known fact by now.

It was all growing stronger now, the feelings– all that god-sent, mutual stimulation making thighs twitch and knees kick. Joel’s tongue swirled your opening, thumb rolling back and forth, up and down ‘stead of round and round over your erect clit. Back arched like a cat in heat.

Body returning to tremors. Neither of you could deny the inevitable.

You felt that now too familiar feeling in the low of your stomach. Every shift of his thumb against the bud making you spin, those butterflies bit now. Or, maybe they had tiny cowboy hats and lassos to tie your insides up into a tight knot.

Your tongue laid one last desperate lick flat along his inches, allllllllll the way up to his head where your lips settled for the last few sucks. Now, he was just rambling. All fingers. Mouth slick with juices, beard glistening with that clear, slightly bubbly substance:

“Gonna cum for daddy again? Fuckin’ greedy little girl, slobberin’, makin’ a mess’a me.”

Babbling.

“I feel it,” He began. “Feel you pulsin’. Body’s begging for it, baby. Let ‘er go.”

Toes bent, eyes squeezed as you felt that numbing beat throughout your cunt, legs, even arms going that ticklish kind of numb. Things went quiet for a moment.

Then, you released a profane wail against his cock. Eyes squeezing as you POPPED! Yourself off the length, watching it flop back, standing straight as your hips fell down onto his chest, the warmth of the muscle soothing your crying cunt as you road it out. The soft skin felt like a warm kiss to soothe that ache that made you sweat.

His hands gripped your waist, adjusting and sliding your body down to his thick middle, watching your hips grind from behind, lower back arch. Your heart painfully hammered against your ribs as you desperately tried to catch all the oxygen lost within the last twenty-five minutes, dwindling throughout the heavy air in the room.

“Thas’ it. Good girl.” He cooed. “Ride ‘er out.”

Sixth, fuck him for soft praise afterwards.

The hand attached to his person moved to his pulsating cock, gripping it firm right in the middle as he tilted it back, sliding his fist up and down the slick skin. Rubbing his thumb angrily through the split.

His tummy heaved beneath your recovering cunt. Still weak, still shaky. You swore your eyes had only been closed for a minute until you heard him–

“FUCK.”

Until you felt him.

Warmth painting your belly white, dripping down your navel, down to the sweet, pretty skin of your pussy. Your hand ran down to smear it, rubbing his spend into your skin like it was healing. Like it was something sacred. Fuck this, to you, it was.

You could always count on the patter of the shower to drown out any thoughts of regret. Not that you had many, anyway.

The warm water cascaded down your bodies. Relaxing aching muscles, comforting on your buzzing body. Joel’s hands softly but greedily palming your tits before slipping down to your stomach, feeling over the spot where his semen had laid just thirty-minutes ago.

“Could’a had you ride me.” He murmured. “Would’a looked prettier in you.”

He nipped against your earlobe, inhaling the scent of freshly shampooed hair.

It was more than foolish to think about children whatsoever in the state of this godforsaken earth. You weren’t even sure you were cut out to be a mother anyway– it wasn’t on your mind much. Unless Joel was behind you liked this, muttering sweet daydreams about it against the side of your neck.

“Oh, stop it.” You’d giggle, impishly.

God help him. Thinking with his dick ninety-nine percent of the time.

“Besides, don’t you think you’re a little too young for kids, Miller?”

You’d jab, in return he’d lay a much more gentle tap to your ass with his palm, a silent fuck you. His first, as of today.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve had enough of you today, y’know that?”

His touch was tooth-rottingly sweet. Kissing down your neck, nibbling down your shoulder. Each freckle worshipped individually. The thick of his gut was smooth against your back, he was so close. All it was– him, you,

and the memory of the foul pop of his legs as he kneeled. Fucking yikes, Miller.

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