whimsywhisper0899

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Hate

Warnings: explicit sexual content (+18), minors DNI, jerking off, self hate, obsession, shame masterbating, as always- enjoy sluts!

a/n: got bored and wrote this hella short fic. Might make it longer.. might be a pervy fic. Probably will be.

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Joel fucked up. He pushed you away yet again, and it was eating away at him. He could not get you out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. Couldn’t even get off without thinking of you, your lips, your skin, your curves. Everything about you drove him crazy.

He was a stupid man to think you’d stay, no matter how much he pushed. So here he was, all alone in his room, shamefully getting himself off to the thought of you.

He had saved a Polaroid picture of you from a picnic in the spring. You were wearing a sundress, white, long, and flowy with thin straps that were falling off your shoulders.

He had always loved that picture, how he could see the softness that radiated from you, and god you were soft.

So, with that in mind, Joel laid in his bed, stroking himself to the thought of you in that dress, him peeling the straps off your shoulders, him causing the blush in your cheeks, not the sun, and most of all, that dress bunched at your thighs while he had his way with you.

He pictured your sweet moans while his hand would slide up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your core.

He imagine the way your breath would hit, his thumb grazing your clit. Pushing your soaked panties out of his way so he can touch you. How wet, tight, and warm your pussy was, all for him.

It drove him wild. The way you were completely his, always submitting to his touch. He knew how to make you scream, and that was all he wanted to do now.

He continued to shamefully jerk himself off. Feeling his dick twitching in his hand, wishing it was you. Your soft warm wet pussy surrounding his shaft.

He pictured your tits, the way they would bounce when you rode him, the curve of your hips, rolling over his dick, grinding down on him.

He was fucking feral for you. You consumed him, and now he would never get you again. You were gone, moved on. But he would never stop obsessing over you.

He rapidly pumped himself in his hand. His anger getting him off more than anything now. Imagining fucking you furiously for letting go, letting him push you away.

He finished, cum dropping out of his cock, and he fucking hated himself.

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Damn guys, sorry about that. Kinda a self hate fic ig.

Wtv- should I make a pt 2

Maybe he wants you bad enough he breaks in your house and…

Idk, we’ll see.

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I want to eat him

GIIIIIRRRRLLSSSSS?????????

[whimsywhisper0899]

Quiet

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content (+18), minors DNI,dbf Joel(not in a “I’ve know you since you were a kid way”), dirty talk, oral sex (receiving), fingering, drinking, alcohol consumption, porn w a bit of plot, age gap (25&50), as always- enjoy sluts!

a/n: this one acc got me going a bit, like i was hype writing this. pls comment, like, and lmk what you think, and msg me anything you would like to see!

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It was hot outside, the Texas sun felt scorching today. You were in the middle off unpacking the last of the boxes that had finally shipped from your place in New York. You had finally finished collage and you dad offered to put you up for a while until you figured out a job. It had been about 2 years since your dad had moved here, to Austin, and you finally took him up on his offer to stay with him. So, moved in with your father, getting away from the big city.

Austin was always nice in comparison to where you grew up with your mom. Your mom loved the city. She was a wedding planner so she was always busy growing up. You never were that close with her, in fact, despite spending the year with her and the summers with your dad, you always felt closer to your dad than anyone else.

When you dad decided to move to Austin from Michigan it was mainly because he didn’t know if he would spend summers with you anymore, so the distance wouldn’t be a problem.

You had stayed with him that first year of collage summer, but after second year, you decided it was too much work. So he moved.

Now he lives here, in a small town in Austin, where everyone knew each other. He grew close with his neighbours, especially Joel who lived across the street from him. They would spend Friday nights watching some type of football, Joel supplying the 6 pack and your dad grilling something smoky and greasy.

The first time you met Joel, your dad had forgotten about his Friday night plans, you had just sat down to watch a movie after finishing unpacking the few boxes that made the trip with you, when you heard 3 knocks at the door. Firm and steady. You dad jumped up and answered, as you peered around the hall to see who it was. Joel stepped inside patting your father on the back “long time no see” he said gruffly.

You dad chuckled in response knowing this was a weekly occurrence, “feels like forever” he joked. “Come on in, I got someone I want to introduce you to” he said as Joel followed inside. “This is my daughter” your father said, giving Joel your name. “This is Joel Miller” he said directed to you. Joel repeated your name back, looking over to you, almost tasting the syllables on his tongue.

His gaze felt steady and warm, but there was something else beneath it you couldn’t quite place. “Hi Mr. Miller, it’s great to meet you” you said getting up and extending a hand to Joel. “So polite” he almost taunted, “you can just call me Joel” he said.

Joel knew the second he saw you, you would be the death of him. The way you sat on the sofa when he first walked in, legs crossed over one another. The way your hip popped in the position, the cleavage he could see peaking out of your tank top, it drove him crazy.

And more so, the way Mr. Miller sounded, your sweet voice almost wrecked him right there.

“Do you want to stay for a drink” you dad asked Joel. “Wouldn’t want to intrude” he replied.

“Nonsense” you dad said, “you all right if he stays” he asked you.

“Of course, the more the merrier” you said. But honestly, the more time with Joel the better. You could not take your eyes off of him. He came in holding that pack of beer, wearing some worn tee shirt that said “miller contracting” on it and jeans, looking like he just came from work. He smelled like cedar, sweat and sun.

He sat down next to you, “so, how’d you end up here in Austin” he asked. “Well, I just finished collage, I was studying art and need to find a job soon, maybe teaching. But my dad offered to put me up for a while because rent in NY is a bit out of my budget at the moment” you replied, rambling a little more than you normally did.

“Ahh so a city girl I take it, a bit out of place here then don’t ya think” he joked. You smiled a little “well, I think I just wanted a change of scenery, so I guess we’ll see if I can assimilate”. Your dad walked in, a few beers uncapped in hand, giving one to Joel and then you.

You drank a small sip, savouring the bubbly liquid on your tongue, it was refreshing in the heat. Joel watched as you drank, your dad mumbling on about some bad call in the game. He could not take his eyes off your lips, the way the beer coated them, leaving a small wet drop on the bottom lip. He wanted to lick it off, see if your lips were as soft as they looked.

You turned catching him staring, and blushed. Joels heart jumped, but he just looked away, unbothered as ever, as if you were imagining that hunger in his stare that was there a second ago.

As the game was coming to a close you had finished a couple beers, slightly tipsy and tired, you had dozed off on the couch. Joels sturdy frame and soft breaths keeping comfort. You woke up slightly from the cheering on the screen, your knee touching Joel’s, but you didn’t move away, and neither did he. Your dad had also fallen asleep, but Joel now, was wide awake, looking at you again.

“You look so pretty when you’re sleeping” he said in a whisper. You blushed embarrassed at his confession. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to” you said, feeling a little shaken.

“S’all right sweetheart” he said. He reached a hand over your lap and rubbed your thigh. The touch sending a shock through your body. You felt more awake than you had ever before. You looked up at him, and he had that same hungry look on his face, as if he could devour you whole.

“Better head out” he said “gettin’ late”. He stood, leaving the space next to you feeling very empty. “I’ll walk you out” you said, now standing.

You followed him down the hall, he put his work boots back on, and when he finished tying them, he reached a hand out, tracing the muscle in your calf and drifting up, and up, and up. His hand was on your inner thigh, so close he was almost at your core, which was now beating with desire.

“I saw how you’re lookin’ at me, those pretty fuck me eyes” he said, voice rough. “When I called ya pretty, the way you squeezed those soft thighs together”.

He hand began moving closer and closer to your heat, his words of praise doing nothing but making you wet and wanting.

Finally his hand had made its way to the seam of your panties, reaching under your little skirt, tracing your wetness.

“This cause a’me” he asked, a grin playing on his lips. He knew the answer in the way your mouth opened letting out a soft breath.

“Wanna taste her” he said, voice almost breaking with need. “Take these off” he instructed pulling at your panties. You slid them down your legs, seeing what a mess they were.

“Fuck baby, that pussy need me to take care of her, huh” he said, slipping his fingers between your wet folds. He slid his middle finger over your clit in slow circles.

“Such a good girl letting me make you feel good. Gotta stay quiet though, don’t want your daddy hearin’ ya” he said, as though it was something funny.

Just as he said that though, you heard your dad stir in the living room. You didn’t move, neither did Joel, just stayed quiet. Your dad began heading up the stairs to his room, assuming you had gone to bed already. And Joel could not be happier. He had a wicked smile plastered on his face. He was going to ruin you.

“So lucky daddy didn’t catch us” he taunted, his fingers still moving in circles on your clit. “Wanna taste this pretty cunt” he said moving closer to you, now on his knees in front of you. His pupils had blown so wide with hunger his eyes were almost black. And damn did he look good, like an animal a predator hunting his prey. He kissed up your thighs, his handlings roaming to your skirt pushing it higher, and then finally he moved to your heat. His noes brushed over your clit as his tongue licked up your increasingly wet folds.

He moaned into you, like you were the first meal he had eaten in weeks. “So sweet baby, this pussy is so sweet gonna give me a toothache” he said as he continued to move his velvety tongue over your clit. He bit down on the bud, causing you to gasp, “shh baby, gotta stay quiet for me” he said, going back to kissing you. His hands still moving all over your body, tounge licking, and his soft and gruff moans vibrating through your heat had you shaking.

This was intense, you could feel your pussy pulsing, walls fluttering around nothing, needing to be filled. It was almost as if Joel read your mind, he moved the hand that was squeezing your ass and shifting one finger inside of you, sucking your clit. This made your head spin and you eyes fall back. You let out a moan, and Joel couldn’t have that. “Gonna wake him up” he said, “Can’t let ya do that, gotta fix that pretty mouth” he said. He reached down grabbing your abandoned panties off the ground and stuffed them into your mouth.

“Much better” he said, fingers pumping into you, reaching that spot that made your knees buckle. He went back to sucking your clit, your core burning, feeling your release coming close. “Mmph” you breathed, mouth full.

“I know baby, know you’re close, let it go for me” he cooed. And that was all it took. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, rippling through every part of your body. Your knees had gone weak that you almost fell, but Joel caught you, holding you in his lap.

“Such a good girl” he said pulling the panties from your mouth and pocketing them. “Th-thank you” you said, brain feeling like mush.

“So sweet for me baby, you’re welcome” he replied. “Ya know I gotta have you again real soon” he said, that fire reigniting in his eyes. He stood stilling holding you steady, “get some sleep angel, I’ll be seein’ you soon”.

And that was all, he walked out the door, chin still wet from you, leaving you, weak, a mess, ruined by him.

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Notes: hope you all enjoyed, little bit of a risky one here *wink*

Comment, like, share, reblog. This shit feeds my writing!!!

[whimsywhisper0899]

HOPEFULLY GRANDPA JOEL IS COMING (on me)

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Me when the slow burn is slow burning

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Quiet

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content (+18), minors DNI,dbf Joel(not in a “I’ve know you since you were a kid way”), dirty talk, oral sex (receiving), fingering, drinking, alcohol consumption, porn w a bit of plot, age gap (25&50), as always- enjoy sluts!

a/n: this one acc got me going a bit, like i was hype writing this. pls comment, like, and lmk what you think, and msg me anything you would like to see!

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It was hot outside, the Texas sun felt scorching today. You were in the middle off unpacking the last of the boxes that had finally shipped from your place in New York. You had finally finished collage and you dad offered to put you up for a while until you figured out a job. It had been about 2 years since your dad had moved here, to Austin, and you finally took him up on his offer to stay with him. So, moved in with your father, getting away from the big city.

Austin was always nice in comparison to where you grew up with your mom. Your mom loved the city. She was a wedding planner so she was always busy growing up. You never were that close with her, in fact, despite spending the year with her and the summers with your dad, you always felt closer to your dad than anyone else.

When you dad decided to move to Austin from Michigan it was mainly because he didn’t know if he would spend summers with you anymore, so the distance wouldn’t be a problem.

You had stayed with him that first year of collage summer, but after second year, you decided it was too much work. So he moved.

Now he lives here, in a small town in Austin, where everyone knew each other. He grew close with his neighbours, especially Joel who lived across the street from him. They would spend Friday nights watching some type of football, Joel supplying the 6 pack and your dad grilling something smoky and greasy.

The first time you met Joel, your dad had forgotten about his Friday night plans, you had just sat down to watch a movie after finishing unpacking the few boxes that made the trip with you, when you heard 3 knocks at the door. Firm and steady. You dad jumped up and answered, as you peered around the hall to see who it was. Joel stepped inside patting your father on the back “long time no see” he said gruffly.

You dad chuckled in response knowing this was a weekly occurrence, “feels like forever” he joked. “Come on in, I got someone I want to introduce you to” he said as Joel followed inside. “This is my daughter” your father said, giving Joel your name. “This is Joel Miller” he said directed to you. Joel repeated your name back, looking over to you, almost tasting the syllables on his tongue.

His gaze felt steady and warm, but there was something else beneath it you couldn’t quite place. “Hi Mr. Miller, it’s great to meet you” you said getting up and extending a hand to Joel. “So polite” he almost taunted, “you can just call me Joel” he said.

Joel knew the second he saw you, you would be the death of him. The way you sat on the sofa when he first walked in, legs crossed over one another. The way your hip popped in the position, the cleavage he could see peaking out of your tank top, it drove him crazy.

And more so, the way Mr. Miller sounded, your sweet voice almost wrecked him right there.

“Do you want to stay for a drink” you dad asked Joel. “Wouldn’t want to intrude” he replied.

“Nonsense” you dad said, “you all right if he stays” he asked you.

“Of course, the more the merrier” you said. But honestly, the more time with Joel the better. You could not take your eyes off of him. He came in holding that pack of beer, wearing some worn tee shirt that said “miller contracting” on it and jeans, looking like he just came from work. He smelled like cedar, sweat and sun.

He sat down next to you, “so, how’d you end up here in Austin” he asked. “Well, I just finished collage, I was studying art and need to find a job soon, maybe teaching. But my dad offered to put me up for a while because rent in NY is a bit out of my budget at the moment” you replied, rambling a little more than you normally did.

“Ahh so a city girl I take it, a bit out of place here then don’t ya think” he joked. You smiled a little “well, I think I just wanted a change of scenery, so I guess we’ll see if I can assimilate”. Your dad walked in, a few beers uncapped in hand, giving one to Joel and then you.

You drank a small sip, savouring the bubbly liquid on your tongue, it was refreshing in the heat. Joel watched as you drank, your dad mumbling on about some bad call in the game. He could not take his eyes off your lips, the way the beer coated them, leaving a small wet drop on the bottom lip. He wanted to lick it off, see if your lips were as soft as they looked.

You turned catching him staring, and blushed. Joels heart jumped, but he just looked away, unbothered as ever, as if you were imagining that hunger in his stare that was there a second ago.

As the game was coming to a close you had finished a couple beers, slightly tipsy and tired, you had dozed off on the couch. Joels sturdy frame and soft breaths keeping comfort. You woke up slightly from the cheering on the screen, your knee touching Joel’s, but you didn’t move away, and neither did he. Your dad had also fallen asleep, but Joel now, was wide awake, looking at you again.

“You look so pretty when you’re sleeping” he said in a whisper. You blushed embarrassed at his confession. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to” you said, feeling a little shaken.

“S’all right sweetheart” he said. He reached a hand over your lap and rubbed your thigh. The touch sending a shock through your body. You felt more awake than you had ever before. You looked up at him, and he had that same hungry look on his face, as if he could devour you whole.

“Better head out” he said “gettin’ late”. He stood, leaving the space next to you feeling very empty. “I’ll walk you out” you said, now standing.

You followed him down the hall, he put his work boots back on, and when he finished tying them, he reached a hand out, tracing the muscle in your calf and drifting up, and up, and up. His hand was on your inner thigh, so close he was almost at your core, which was now beating with desire.

“I saw how you’re lookin’ at me, those pretty fuck me eyes” he said, voice rough. “When I called ya pretty, the way you squeezed those soft thighs together”.

He hand began moving closer and closer to your heat, his words of praise doing nothing but making you wet and wanting.

Finally his hand had made its way to the seam of your panties, reaching under your little skirt, tracing your wetness.

“This cause a’me” he asked, a grin playing on his lips. He knew the answer in the way your mouth opened letting out a soft breath.

“Wanna taste her” he said, voice almost breaking with need. “Take these off” he instructed pulling at your panties. You slid them down your legs, seeing what a mess they were.

“Fuck baby, that pussy need me to take care of her, huh” he said, slipping his fingers between your wet folds. He slid his middle finger over your clit in slow circles.

“Such a good girl letting me make you feel good. Gotta stay quiet though, don’t want your daddy hearin’ ya” he said, as though it was something funny.

Just as he said that though, you heard your dad stir in the living room. You didn’t move, neither did Joel, just stayed quiet. Your dad began heading up the stairs to his room, assuming you had gone to bed already. And Joel could not be happier. He had a wicked smile plastered on his face. He was going to ruin you.

“So lucky daddy didn’t catch us” he taunted, his fingers still moving in circles on your clit. “Wanna taste this pretty cunt” he said moving closer to you, now on his knees in front of you. His pupils had blown so wide with hunger his eyes were almost black. And damn did he look good, like an animal a predator hunting his prey. He kissed up your thighs, his handlings roaming to your skirt pushing it higher, and then finally he moved to your heat. His noes brushed over your clit as his tongue licked up your increasingly wet folds.

He moaned into you, like you were the first meal he had eaten in weeks. “So sweet baby, this pussy is so sweet gonna give me a toothache” he said as he continued to move his velvety tongue over your clit. He bit down on the bud, causing you to gasp, “shh baby, gotta stay quiet for me” he said, going back to kissing you. His hands still moving all over your body, tounge licking, and his soft and gruff moans vibrating through your heat had you shaking.

This was intense, you could feel your pussy pulsing, walls fluttering around nothing, needing to be filled. It was almost as if Joel read your mind, he moved the hand that was squeezing your ass and shifting one finger inside of you, sucking your clit. This made your head spin and you eyes fall back. You let out a moan, and Joel couldn’t have that. “Gonna wake him up” he said, “Can’t let ya do that, gotta fix that pretty mouth” he said. He reached down grabbing your abandoned panties off the ground and stuffed them into your mouth.

“Much better” he said, fingers pumping into you, reaching that spot that made your knees buckle. He went back to sucking your clit, your core burning, feeling your release coming close. “Mmph” you breathed, mouth full.

“I know baby, know you’re close, let it go for me” he cooed. And that was all it took. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, rippling through every part of your body. Your knees had gone weak that you almost fell, but Joel caught you, holding you in his lap.

“Such a good girl” he said pulling the panties from your mouth and pocketing them. “Th-thank you” you said, brain feeling like mush.

“So sweet for me baby, you’re welcome” he replied. “Ya know I gotta have you again real soon” he said, that fire reigniting in his eyes. He stood stilling holding you steady, “get some sleep angel, I’ll be seein’ you soon”.

And that was all, he walked out the door, chin still wet from you, leaving you, weak, a mess, ruined by him.

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Notes: hope you all enjoyed, little bit of a risky one here *wink*

Comment, like, share, reblog. This shit feeds my writing!!!

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Sweet girl

POV: Joel is, probably, the maddest you’ve ever seen him. You’re not sure why, all you did was go out for drink with a man at the tipsy bison.. that wasn’t him. However, he hasn’t claimed you, in fact the last time you had relations with him he told you, you could never be together.

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: established (kinda) relationship, explicit sexual content (+18), minors DNI, softdom!joel, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, squirting, drinking, alcohol consumption, porn w a bit of plot, age gap (25&50), enjoy sluts!

a/n: was horny and this is the result, so y’all better eat this up

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Joel was mad, he was sitting alone in the corner of the tipsy bison watching you. His knuckles had gone white from gripping his whisky so hard, he was surprised the glass hadn’t broken yet.

You were across the bar with some young guy, he had to be around your age, maybe a little older, but not as old as Joel. He was maybe 20 years older than you, and unfortunately that did nothing but turn him on more.

He was beginning to lose his sanity watching you and this boy, you touching his shoulder leaning over so close to him. He made you laugh, what was so fucking funny he wondered.

You are laughing so hard you barely notice what is going on around you. That is until you can feel that stare, his stare. Burning into your back from across the bar. You know it’s Joel. The way he commands a room with his presence, taking up more space than it should.

You only when out with this guy, his name was Ethan you think, because he is new in town and you wanted to make him feel more comfortable. You remeber what it was like coming to Jackson all alone, it was fucking terrifying.

“Where did you go” Ethan asks, you realize you’ve been zoning out. “Sorry, tell me again what you said”. He shakes his head and laughs a bit to himself, “I was saying do you want to get out of here?” You feel a bit taken aback by this offer, but it would make Miller jealous, and you are in the mood to push his limits.

“Sure, why not” you say, feeling Joel begin to stand behind you. You realize he had been listening to your conversation from afar. His white knuckled grip on his drink only encouraged you more to see how far you can get before Joel would intervene.

Joel slams his drink down on the bar, making a few heads turn before marching over to you. Damn he was hot when he’s mad you thought. You can feel Ethan’s had on your back guiding you outside the door, and Joel’s boots hitting the floor inching further to you.

“Darlin’ where the fuck do you think you’re going” he asks you. “With me” Ethan answers confidently, not aware of the wrath he is about to face. “S’at fucking right” Joel slurs. “Umm yea… man I don’t know what the fuck is your problem, we’re just trying to have a little fun”. Ethan continues, not realizing the hole he has just dug himself into.

In about 2 seconds flat Joel’s fist collided with Ethan’s face, making a sickening crunch. “What the fuck Joel” you yell, pulling him off of Ethan. “What, don’t like it when your man gets a little upset” Joel mocks. “Jesus, you’re in a relationship” Ethan says, a bit shocked. “No, I’m not in a relationship, am I Joel” you push.

“She’s fuckin mine” Joel demands gripping your wrist hard, shit that’s gonna bruise you think. He begins dragging you out of the bar despite your protests. “Joel at least let me say goodbye or apologize”. “Not gonna do that sweetheart” he lulls. “You know what I’m gonna do with you” he begins. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming my name, that way everyone will know what’s mine”

Fuck that sounds hot, but you can’t let him know that. You can feel the ache building between your thighs at his words. “How does that sound doll” he asks, knowing fully well what he is doing to you.

He sees the way you blush, watching you squeeze your thighs for a little relief. “Sounds good don’t it” he drawls. All you can do is nod your head and obey. You’ve finally reached the end of the street, Joel’s house in sight.

He continues to drag you, the grip on your wrist not as tight as it was before. Once you reach his home, it is like a switch has flipped, he is feral. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you feel like your clothes could melt off under his burning gaze. He takes you inside, closing the door, caging you between him and the wall.

“Baby” he says sweetly now. “Need you bare for me” he says, sounding more desperate. “Joel” you whine a bit. He’s so close to you, you can smell him. That sweet pine, woody, and the salt from his sweat.

Joel moves even closer, his breath on your neck driving you insane, until his lips finally meet skin. Each kiss he plants making you whine more and more, growing so needy for any kind of friction at your core.

That white hot heat beginning to pool. Joel finally stops kissing your neck “baby, you need me bad don’t ya” feeling you grind more against him. “Gonna take care of ya” he taunts. He kisses you, hard, strong, crushing his lips against yours.

His hands begin to roam, down, down, down, until they finally catch on the seam of your jeans. He undoes the button, still kissing you, and slips his hand beneath. You moan into his mouth, and he only swallows it.

His fingers trace the seam of your folds, and you’re wet, embarrassingly so. “This for me angel” he asks. You nod feverishly, needing more. “What are we gonna do with you” you breathes.

You feel his fingers continue to explore, pushing his thumb down on your clothed clit. You gasp at the contact. Then he pushes your panties aside, slipping a finger inside you curling it to reach that sweet spot.

“J-Joel, feels s-so good” you stutter, unable to think. “I know baby, and I’m just getting started” he continued to pump his finger, thumb staying pressed on your clit. “Fuckk” you breathe out, and you can see the way your moans are driving him wild.

He can feel his jeans becoming tighter, your sweet little pussy making him do damn hard. “Baby, that pussy is squeezing my fingers so nice, I can feel her gettin’ so close”

“Mmm” you moan unable to form words. You can feel that tight coil building in your stomach, your knees starting to go weak. But Joel doesn’t stop, instead he adds a second finger into you, stretching your pussy a little further. You love feeling this full.

You can feel your orgasm building, legs beginning to shake, “it’s alright baby, I got you.” Joel says softly. “Atta girl, keep riding my fingers” you rut your pussy against Joel’s strong hand, cumming hard.

“So pretty when you cum for me baby, I wonder how many more we can get outta her, huh” he grins. You feel weak, pliant, Joel could do anything he wants to you in this state.

“Joel, need to feel you inside me” you plead. “I know baby, I just gotta taste your first though” his words sending a deeper ache to your core.

Joel picks you up over his shoulder, and roughly puts you down on his worn couch. “Gonna devour this sweet pussy baby” he hums. He pulls your jeans down roughly, taking you panties with them. He scoops your soaked underwear in his hands putting them in his pocket.

He was a man obsessed, he couldn’t get enough of you. Even when he pushed you away, you were all he thought of. And now, here, he was not going to waste time.

He began licking you, up your thigh, making your hips buck toward him. “No baby, gotta stay right there for me” he says holding your hips down. You sigh exasperatedly, needing his mouth on you. “I know sweetheart, gonna taste you soon” he says continuing to suck and kiss your thighs, marks blooming in his wake.

Finally he makes it up to your core, his teasing making you so desperate for his mouth. He licks through your folds, stopping at your clit to suck, hard. You scream involuntarily, shocked by how sensitive he’s made you.

“Mmm” he groans into you, the vibrations making your head spin. He continues to lick and suck and kiss your pussy, eating like a man starved. “Joel, I close, i think I’m gonna..” oh fuck

“I know baby, gonna make you feel so good, takin care of my sweet girl” he adds two fingers inside, sucking your clit, and the pressure you feel is unfamiliar. “Joel stop, I think I’m gonna.. oh my god”. “That’s right baby, you gonna squirt on my mouth, need you to come for me”.

He continued to suck your clit, fingers hammering inside you “Joel” you squeal pussy flooding. Joel laps it up, tasting your juices. “Taste so good for me darlin’ ” he says.

Joel lets you ride out your second orgasm, moving up your body, shifting your shirt off of you. Kissing his way up your stomach, he loved how soft your curves were, the stretch marks on your hips, the soft peaks of your tits. Around you, he was a man starved. He needed you, needed to be inside you.

He kissed up your body, sucking one tit in his mouth until your nipples pearl, then moving on to the next. “Joel, need to feel you, please”. “Such a good girl, askin so nice for my cock” he drawls.

He slides his jeans off, taking his hard cock out, sliding it between your folds, “oh sweet girl” he tuts, “always so wet f’me”.

You grind your hips, feeling your heat press against his cock. “You wanna ride me baby don’t ya” he asks. “Yes Joel, please”. He grips your hips, flipping you on top of him, lining up your entrance with his cock.

You slowly sink down on his cock, taking your time to adjust to the size of it. “Good girl, stretching that sweet pussy f’me” Joel slurs. You finally sink down on his cock, feeling it hit your cervix. “So full a’me” he says. You rise again, feeling more confident to ride him now. You grind your hips, bouncing on his cock, and Joel loves it. He sees the way your tits bounce with each movement, his dick twitching inside you.

You can feel his precum dripping out inside your pussy. “Squeezin’ me so good Angel, look so fucking good on my cock” he praises. “You know you’re mine baby, gonna make you mine” he says, snapping his hips up to meet your bounces halfway.

“Yes Joel, I’m yours” you say, feeling him hit that spot inside time and time again. “Joel I’m so close” you whine. “Me too baby, but I ain’t cummin till I get one more outta ya” he said, sounding a bit desperate.

You continue to ride him, focusing on the pressure building at your core, your legs begin to shake and Joel notices your close, he flips you in your stomach, putting you on all fours, and begins to pound into you.

He reaches around your hips rubbing your clit until he feels your walls flutter around him. “Fuck Joel, just like that, please don’t stop” you whine, cumming around his cock. “Such a good girl, sucking my cock into that sweet pussy, holdin’ me there” he drawls.

“Gonna make you mine baby. gonna cum. in this sweet. pussy” he says punctuating each word with a trust. You feel each thrust getting sloppier, more feral, as he finally cums, filling you up.

“Claiming this pussy, she’s all mine”, “did so good f’me baby” he soothes. You can feel yourself coming down from your high, as Joel holds you against him. You stay like this for a while, he comes and cleans you up, and you just lay on his chest in the sweet bliss of the moment.

“You know..” Joel starts, “I think we could be together, if that is what you want”. You look up at him, a little surprised “why don’t wanna see me with another man” you mock. “Never fucking again” Joel says kissing you hard. “All mine” he says. “All yours baby, I’m all yours” you reply. “My sweet girl”

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Notes-

AHHH I hope you enjoyed, this is my first little fic but yk im kinda proud.

Please tell me your thoughts, send me request of what you would like to see

Xoxo- WW

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Big fan of media that makes you feel like this

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body on body until i'm all gone...

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never felt so abused by a lyric ever

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