look at us | joel miller
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
words: 2748
warnings: 18+ blog; Smut, maybe even smut with no real plot, Nipple play, orgasm through nipple stimulation, praise, multiple orgasms, using arousal as lube, mutual masterbastion (f & m), cum eating/sharing, mirror watching, my horrible attempt at keeping a conversation flowing during sexy time, Joel canât keep his hands to himself, fluff, established relationship, mentioned that reader is wearing a dress & bra but has zero descriptive features, can be read as no outbreak or prior to outbreak Joel, thereâs no Sarah in this universe
notes: this is a reimagined version of an older fic i posted and didnât really like for some reason. Switched the characters and reworked it a bit. Smut is so hard to write for me, I just question the whole thing in its entirety and never want to do it again. But I love this storyline so much more now as Joel that I honestly donât even care if the smut is wonkyâ I just want joel now. This writer supports Palestine and does not share or support the views of tlou creator.
Itâs a heady sensation.
Visceral. Demanding. Gratifying.
His touch. A grounding force that burns through you, igniting every nerve ending in its wake.
Plaint and warm, your body blooms with a carnal appetency.
Heâs emboldened by every sound he plucks from you. The softest whimpers that fall from your lips, kiss every single inch of his dewy skin. Heâs forever addicted to your willingness to take what he has to give youâ always wanting more.
Generous. Attentive. Steadfast.
Earnestness bleeds into a lustrous selfishness. The anticipation palpable, watching as you come apart in his arms, your pleasure is his forevermore.
Itâs intuitive, the way heâs drawn to you. Most mornings, taking advantage of what little time he has with you, before work is pulling you both in different directions. Then youâre reunited for the evening and heâs making up for lost time, devouring and satisfying, well into the next day.
An endless cycle of being connected and reconnecting.
When weekends come around, heâs selfish. Overindulging beyond his means. Knowing he has ample time to relish in the closeness. Met with endless opportunities to have you near in any capacity as the hours of the day tick on, time he doesnât take for granted.
Today is no different. From the moment the truck backs out of the driveway, beginning the several mile drive across town in the direction of Tommyâs home, heâs reaching for your hand.
Palm to palm, fingers perfectly intertwined as your hands stay connected over the center console of his pickup. The afternoon sun streaming through the window, adding to the already budding warmth thatâs building between you. The conversation is light. Joel listening intently as you share details from your week, his thumb working over your knuckles as you move through the highlights of your story.
The remainder of the drive has a comfortable lull as the miles roll by. Music streaming through the cab, the lyrics provoking a wave of affection. Joelâs lips find the top of your hand periodically, his gaze never breaking from the road ahead. Your heart racing instantly at his instinctual gesture.
The gathering of friendsâ barbecuing, music and laughter, doesn't deter him from keeping you within arms reach.
Joelâs hand settles on the small of your back, fingers lightly dragging back and forth over your tingling spine, as you both exchange helloâs and hugs to the group friends in attendance scattered around the backyard
While Tommy is busy tending to the food on the barbecue, Joel and you are caught up listening to Paul, Tommyâs old army buddy and the newest hire at Joelâs construction company, share stories from his and Tommyâs time together in the military. Both of you enthralled by the recounts of close calls and embarrassing moments for the younger Miller brother, only to be interrupted by a flustered Tommy calling for Paul to grab plates and napkins from inside.
The minute youâre alone his hand is wandering south, grabbing at the meat of your ass and pulling you flush against him. Itâs the first moment youâve been alone since arriving and heâll be damned if heâs not going to take advantage of it.
You smile into his kiss, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt as he leans in close, his hushed words fanning across your ear.
âYou look so damn pretty in that dress. Canât wait to get my hands on you later.â The husk in his voice nearly makes you melt further into him, not even surprised by the cool dampness coating the silk panties you chose today, just for him.
âHmmmâ your hands havenât left me since we got here.â You muse.
âI like havinâ you close.â
âYouâve made that quite obvious, Miller.â You joke, before heâs silencing you with another less than chaste kiss.
Dinner is served as the sun begins its descent. The air dropping a few degrees cooler, has goosebumps pricking at your skin. But itâs nothing compared to the shiver Joel is causing you, his hand nestled between your legs under the table.
You find it hard to focus between all the lively conversations being volleyed across the table, dishes being passed around and laughter cutting through friendly onslaughts of fuck youâs.
Joel mindlessly massaging at your thigh as he talks. Filling everyone in on the projects heâs started around the house, while your brain is muddled with thoughts of Joelâs hands and only Joelâs hands.
You canât be positive itâs a deliberate moveâ or is it? Youâve been with him long enough to know what a calculated man Joel is.
He leans forward to reach for the ketchup bottle, his other hand shifting further up your thighs, his demeanor is cool and even as his fingers brush over your clothed mound. His fingers slowly gliding over the very drenched fabric. You swallow a thick gasp as your hips cant forward on instinct, chasing his retreating hand, your cunt aching and desperate for more of his teasing.
The wink he shoots you as he settles back in his chair is all the evidence you need to know his plan worked.
âLook like you saw an infected zombie or somethinâ. Everything okay, Baby?â You want to kiss the devilish smirk right off of his handsome face.
âY-yeah.â Horny and desperate for you, but fine.
âYâsure about that? Those perked nipples of yours are tellinâ a different story, Sweetheart.â He quietly calls you out. You glance down to see the thin fabric of your summer dress and lace bra are no match to conceal the hardened peaksâ your body so easily betraying you is nothing new.
âWe should head out soon.â You say softly, Joel nods immediately, the silent agreement has you eager for whatâs in store when you arrive home.
The ongoing conversation among the others is now muted background noise as you stare into his needy eyes, your hand cupping the side of his face as your thumb traces over his plush lower lip.
âWeâre headinâ out. Thanks for havinâ us, Tommy. Hope to see yâall again sometime soon. âNight.â Joel rushes through announcing your departure, pulling you from your seat, his body crowding behind you as he ushers you towards his truck.
âYouâre not even gonna stay and help clean up?â Tommy pouts from his chair.
âYouâre a big boy Tommy, Iâm sure youâll figure it out.â Joel yells over his shoulder with a two finger wave as the gate clicks shut, home and you are the only thing cares about for the remainder of the evening.
âFuuuuuuuckâ Joel!â Your mind slowly seeping into a deep pleasured state.
Thereâs little recollection of leaving Tommyâs house and the drive home, other than Joelâs unrelenting need to have you close at all timesâ no complaints from you whatsoever.
Joelâs firm grip on your hand when he all but drags you to the bedroom of your shared home, clothes stripped at the foot of your bed in a hasty fashion.
The accumulation of Joelâs fiery touches throughout the day were merely effortless foreplay, all considered and aiding in his profound efforts that have been unfolding since arriving home.
âYou look so fuckinâ good. Look at us, Baby.â The low gravel of his voice is overwhelming, but laced with pure authenticity. You lift your head just enough as your eyes slowly flutter open, trying to catch a glimpse of what he sees in the full length mirror positioned on the wall across from where you both are in bedâ a mere coincidence that it was placed in there when you moved in.
ââM l-looking, J-joel.â
Itâs exquisitely striking how your cunt flutters madly against the cool air of the bedroom. The sight alone is better than any pornography youâve consumed together.
Joel sitting up against the headboard holding your body close to his. Your back firm and tacky against his chest, breathing in rhythmic unity.
His feet hooked around your ankles, keeping your legs spread out as he hones in on the two luring forms glaring back in the mirror, a view that will forever edge out his own fantasies of you.
His large hands hold the weight of your breasts with pleasing dexterity, whispering the most beautiful obscene things into your ear.
I love your body. I love the way you moan. Missed your pussy all day. God, youâre always on my mind. Fuck, youâre makinâ me so hard. Louder. Fuck. Look at me.
Your gaze finally catches Joelâs in the reflection. Itâs direct and overwhelming, his warm brown eyes flickering with a bold desire igniting a ripple of goosebumps over your body.
Youâre both possessed by the new wave of arousal, glistening in the afternoon light, as it ardently drips from your pussy down to the bed sheets. Desperately craving to be devastated by this handsome man.
Joelâs thumbs swipe over your hard sensitive nipples, pulling a breathy gasp from your lips. Your head falling back into his shoulder as you let the sensation fully consume you.
âYou like that donât you?â You can only manage to hum in response, which encourages him to continue his work over the pebbled skin.
âY-yes. You know how much I d-do.â
Joel knows this. Well enough too. Itâs a normal occurrence that you find yourself in this identic state. Your body buzzing and exhausted, molded against Joelâs. His cock weeping and begging for relief, snuggly nestled between your roaring bodies. His skilled hands reducing you to putty.
Rolling. Pinching. Pulling. Flicking.
Each thorough caress sends an intense and deep feeling of delirium surging through you. Building and building the delicate structure for an elaborate release.
âSo perfect all laid out for me. You gonna come for me?. I think youâre almost there, Baby. Just need a little more, huh?â
âJoelâ I-I donât think I can this time. N-needâ oh fuck Joel! I need a little m-more.â
Youâre cut off when you feel Joelâs fingers faintly slide over your throbbing clit and bypassing it completely. He swipes through your wet folds. You think he might finally give in. Plunge one, maybe two of his thick fingers into your aching heat, caress your velvet walls until youâre coming undone. Your body jolts as he gathers your arousal on his fingers, then abandons the ache and returns to his previous ministrations.
His arousal slick digits glide over each of your perked nipples. The wet eager strokes have your back arching as you moan into the room, your body tense and vibrating.
âJoelâ yes! That feels so good! fuckfuckfuck! Iâ Iâm so close Joel! D-donât stop!â You let out a sharp moan.
âI ainât stoppinâ, Sweetheart. So fuckinâ beautiful. Canât wait to see you come, Babyâ just let go.â His hushed words paired with the way he rolls your stiff nubs between his fingers is just the push you needed, your climax vibrant and beautiful as it erupts, spreading through you faster than you can announce its existence.
Joel watches you fall apart in the mirror. Your breathless state has his hips grinding against your lower back as he continues to clutch your breasts. The glimmering beads of sweat rolling down your throat and chest, joining the layer pooling between your bodies.
Itâs the view of your cunt that nearly takes him out, empty and pulsating, heâs never been so proud of a sight. He adds the mental snapshot to his backlog of imagery heâll store of you until the end of his days.
âGod, Joel. Thatâ that was amazing!.â You say, peeling your satiated body from his.
Turning to face him, you sit in the space between where his legs are sprawled open, your hands massaging at his calves. You take in how enticing he looks, laid back on the stack of pillows, a slack grin on his handsome face as he slowly pumps his hardened cock.
Youâre completely entranced by the sight, all thick and tempting. Biting at your lip teasingly, a hand all but subtly slips between your legs and your fingers begin delicately tracing circles over your clit.
Husked gasps falling from Joelâs parted lips as he alternates his movements. Long languid strokes over the length of his shaft then pausing briefly, his grip stilled and tight around the base as the reddened tip slowly leaks.
You gasp as the warmth of your sex engulfs your fingers triggering another gush of arousal to trickle down your thighs. Your other hand still connected to Joelâs leg, grounding your floating form to him.
Joel's eyes scan you, absorbing your blissed-out state, his hand matching your own steady movements, rhythmically moving over himself, his breaths now emerging as heavy pants.
Your fingers enthusiastically moving in and out with ease as your hips writhe keenly in search of the perfect position. The remnants of your previous orgasm are still lingering, beautifully aiding in the build up of the next. Your brows pinched in pleasure.
The room is dense with sexual humidity. Doused in a mixture of the ambered vanilla candle you burn frequently and a sweet ambrosial musk.
âFuckâ howâd I get so fuckinâ lucky with a woman like you? fuck!.â His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, neck taut and nose flared as he tries to breathe through how good heâs making himself feel. âWhy donât youâ shit âcâmere.â
âMmm-ah! T-tempting, Baby. ohgod! Think Iâll stay put. Iâm actually enjoying the view quite nicely from here. You look so good like this, Joel.â Seeing him accept your praise is a vision youâll never get tired of, allowing himself to give in and take what he needs.
Your fingers graze over that delicious little spot with success, a cresting wave set in motion, the sensation causing your walls to convulse. A moan escapes your lips, paralleling with Joelâs own sounds. Your head involuntarily tilts back, as you ride out the euphoric moment.
âShit! Sweetheart, Iâmâ Iâm gonnaâ Hnng!Fuuuck!â
Joelâs fist erratically pumps over his length, his eyes locked on your naked form, ragged breaths and eager moans. Your eyes struggle to stay focused through the hazy chaos, drawn to his flushed body, paralyzed with an ample dose of desire as he nears his finish.
âCome for me, Joel.â Youâve shifted yourself a little closer to where heâs eagerly working himself over, encouraging him to let go.
He doesâ white hot ropes of cum paint his stomach, his actions slowing as the last few drops spill over his hand. He breathes out a deep sigh, giving you a lopsided grin as his arms fall to his sides. Eyes heavy with a mixture of lust and love.
âFuckâ now will you câmere?â
You draw your lower lip between your teeth, now hovering over where his now softening dick rests against his stomach. You donât break eye contact as you lean down and lick at the sticky mess.
âGoddamnâ Ah!â Joel hisses, the warmth of your tongue dragging up the length of his cock. Lapping at the dappled layer of silky brininess covering his lower abdomen, purring with satisfaction as you swallow it.
âGod.Damn.â You echo his words back to him, your lips move over hisâ he groans at the taste of himself still on your tongue.
A slow, content smile forms on your face as you tenderly kiss his neck, followed by a series of soft kisses down his chest and stomach.
âGimme a minuteâ just need to regroup and then Iâll be ready to go again.â
âWhatever you say, my love.â Joelâs arms wrap a you and you melt into him. âOr I can draw us a hot bath and we can soak until weâre prunes.â A yawn perfectly placed at the end of your suggestion.
âSounds like a plan. How âbout we nap then soak?â You sleepily hum in response.
"Love you, Sweetheart," Joel whispers, before pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âMmmâ love you, Joel.â
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look at us | joel miller
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
words: 2748
warnings: 18+ blog; Smut, maybe even smut with no real plot, Nipple play, orgasm through nipple stimulation, praise, multiple orgasms, using arousal as lube, mutual masterbastion (f & m), cum eating/sharing, mirror watching, my horrible attempt at keeping a conversation flowing during sexy time, Joel canât keep his hands to himself, fluff, established relationship, mentioned that reader is wearing a dress & bra but has zero descriptive features, can be read as no outbreak or prior to outbreak Joel, thereâs no Sarah in this universe
notes: this is a reimagined version of an older fic i posted and didnât really like for some reason. Switched the characters and reworked it a bit. Smut is so hard to write for me, I just question the whole thing in its entirety and never want to do it again. But I love this storyline so much more now as Joel that I honestly donât even care if the smut is wonkyâ I just want joel now. This writer supports Palestine and does not share or support the views of tlou creator.
Itâs a heady sensation.
Visceral. Demanding. Gratifying.
His touch. A grounding force that burns through you, igniting every nerve ending in its wake.
Plaint and warm, your body blooms with a carnal appetency.
Heâs emboldened by every sound he plucks from you. The softest whimpers that fall from your lips, kiss every single inch of his dewy skin. Heâs forever addicted to your willingness to take what he has to give youâ always wanting more.
Generous. Attentive. Steadfast.
Earnestness bleeds into a lustrous selfishness. The anticipation palpable, watching as you come apart in his arms, your pleasure is his forevermore.
Itâs intuitive, the way heâs drawn to you. Most mornings, taking advantage of what little time he has with you, before work is pulling you both in different directions. Then youâre reunited for the evening and heâs making up for lost time, devouring and satisfying, well into the next day.
An endless cycle of being connected and reconnecting.
When weekends come around, heâs selfish. Overindulging beyond his means. Knowing he has ample time to relish in the closeness. Met with endless opportunities to have you near in any capacity as the hours of the day tick on, time he doesnât take for granted.
Today is no different. From the moment the truck backs out of the driveway, beginning the several mile drive across town in the direction of Tommyâs home, heâs reaching for your hand.
Palm to palm, fingers perfectly intertwined as your hands stay connected over the center console of his pickup. The afternoon sun streaming through the window, adding to the already budding warmth thatâs building between you. The conversation is light. Joel listening intently as you share details from your week, his thumb working over your knuckles as you move through the highlights of your story.
The remainder of the drive has a comfortable lull as the miles roll by. Music streaming through the cab, the lyrics provoking a wave of affection. Joelâs lips find the top of your hand periodically, his gaze never breaking from the road ahead. Your heart racing instantly at his instinctual gesture.
The gathering of friendsâ barbecuing, music and laughter, doesn't deter him from keeping you within arms reach.
Joelâs hand settles on the small of your back, fingers lightly dragging back and forth over your tingling spine, as you both exchange helloâs and hugs to the group friends in attendance scattered around the backyard
While Tommy is busy tending to the food on the barbecue, Joel and you are caught up listening to Paul, Tommyâs old army buddy and the newest hire at Joelâs construction company, share stories from his and Tommyâs time together in the military. Both of you enthralled by the recounts of close calls and embarrassing moments for the younger Miller brother, only to be interrupted by a flustered Tommy calling for Paul to grab plates and napkins from inside.
The minute youâre alone his hand is wandering south, grabbing at the meat of your ass and pulling you flush against him. Itâs the first moment youâve been alone since arriving and heâll be damned if heâs not going to take advantage of it.
You smile into his kiss, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt as he leans in close, his hushed words fanning across your ear.
âYou look so damn pretty in that dress. Canât wait to get my hands on you later.â The husk in his voice nearly makes you melt further into him, not even surprised by the cool dampness coating the silk panties you chose today, just for him.
âHmmmâ your hands havenât left me since we got here.â You muse.
âI like havinâ you close.â
âYouâve made that quite obvious, Miller.â You joke, before heâs silencing you with another less than chaste kiss.
Dinner is served as the sun begins its descent. The air dropping a few degrees cooler, has goosebumps pricking at your skin. But itâs nothing compared to the shiver Joel is causing you, his hand nestled between your legs under the table.
You find it hard to focus between all the lively conversations being volleyed across the table, dishes being passed around and laughter cutting through friendly onslaughts of fuck youâs.
Joel mindlessly massaging at your thigh as he talks. Filling everyone in on the projects heâs started around the house, while your brain is muddled with thoughts of Joelâs hands and only Joelâs hands.
You canât be positive itâs a deliberate moveâ or is it? Youâve been with him long enough to know what a calculated man Joel is.
He leans forward to reach for the ketchup bottle, his other hand shifting further up your thighs, his demeanor is cool and even as his fingers brush over your clothed mound. His fingers slowly gliding over the very drenched fabric. You swallow a thick gasp as your hips cant forward on instinct, chasing his retreating hand, your cunt aching and desperate for more of his teasing.
The wink he shoots you as he settles back in his chair is all the evidence you need to know his plan worked.
âLook like you saw an infected zombie or somethinâ. Everything okay, Baby?â You want to kiss the devilish smirk right off of his handsome face.
âY-yeah.â Horny and desperate for you, but fine.
âYâsure about that? Those perked nipples of yours are tellinâ a different story, Sweetheart.â He quietly calls you out. You glance down to see the thin fabric of your summer dress and lace bra are no match to conceal the hardened peaksâ your body so easily betraying you is nothing new.
âWe should head out soon.â You say softly, Joel nods immediately, the silent agreement has you eager for whatâs in store when you arrive home.
The ongoing conversation among the others is now muted background noise as you stare into his needy eyes, your hand cupping the side of his face as your thumb traces over his plush lower lip.
âWeâre headinâ out. Thanks for havinâ us, Tommy. Hope to see yâall again sometime soon. âNight.â Joel rushes through announcing your departure, pulling you from your seat, his body crowding behind you as he ushers you towards his truck.
âYouâre not even gonna stay and help clean up?â Tommy pouts from his chair.
âYouâre a big boy Tommy, Iâm sure youâll figure it out.â Joel yells over his shoulder with a two finger wave as the gate clicks shut, home and you are the only thing cares about for the remainder of the evening.
âFuuuuuuuckâ Joel!â Your mind slowly seeping into a deep pleasured state.
Thereâs little recollection of leaving Tommyâs house and the drive home, other than Joelâs unrelenting need to have you close at all timesâ no complaints from you whatsoever.
Joelâs firm grip on your hand when he all but drags you to the bedroom of your shared home, clothes stripped at the foot of your bed in a hasty fashion.
The accumulation of Joelâs fiery touches throughout the day were merely effortless foreplay, all considered and aiding in his profound efforts that have been unfolding since arriving home.
âYou look so fuckinâ good. Look at us, Baby.â The low gravel of his voice is overwhelming, but laced with pure authenticity. You lift your head just enough as your eyes slowly flutter open, trying to catch a glimpse of what he sees in the full length mirror positioned on the wall across from where you both are in bedâ a mere coincidence that it was placed in there when you moved in.
ââM l-looking, J-joel.â
Itâs exquisitely striking how your cunt flutters madly against the cool air of the bedroom. The sight alone is better than any pornography youâve consumed together.
Joel sitting up against the headboard holding your body close to his. Your back firm and tacky against his chest, breathing in rhythmic unity.
His feet hooked around your ankles, keeping your legs spread out as he hones in on the two luring forms glaring back in the mirror, a view that will forever edge out his own fantasies of you.
His large hands hold the weight of your breasts with pleasing dexterity, whispering the most beautiful obscene things into your ear.
I love your body. I love the way you moan. Missed your pussy all day. God, youâre always on my mind. Fuck, youâre makinâ me so hard. Louder. Fuck. Look at me.
Your gaze finally catches Joelâs in the reflection. Itâs direct and overwhelming, his warm brown eyes flickering with a bold desire igniting a ripple of goosebumps over your body.
Youâre both possessed by the new wave of arousal, glistening in the afternoon light, as it ardently drips from your pussy down to the bed sheets. Desperately craving to be devastated by this handsome man.
Joelâs thumbs swipe over your hard sensitive nipples, pulling a breathy gasp from your lips. Your head falling back into his shoulder as you let the sensation fully consume you.
âYou like that donât you?â You can only manage to hum in response, which encourages him to continue his work over the pebbled skin.
âY-yes. You know how much I d-do.â
Joel knows this. Well enough too. Itâs a normal occurrence that you find yourself in this identic state. Your body buzzing and exhausted, molded against Joelâs. His cock weeping and begging for relief, snuggly nestled between your roaring bodies. His skilled hands reducing you to putty.
Rolling. Pinching. Pulling. Flicking.
Each thorough caress sends an intense and deep feeling of delirium surging through you. Building and building the delicate structure for an elaborate release.
âSo perfect all laid out for me. You gonna come for me?. I think youâre almost there, Baby. Just need a little more, huh?â
âJoelâ I-I donât think I can this time. N-needâ oh fuck Joel! I need a little m-more.â
Youâre cut off when you feel Joelâs fingers faintly slide over your throbbing clit and bypassing it completely. He swipes through your wet folds. You think he might finally give in. Plunge one, maybe two of his thick fingers into your aching heat, caress your velvet walls until youâre coming undone. Your body jolts as he gathers your arousal on his fingers, then abandons the ache and returns to his previous ministrations.
His arousal slick digits glide over each of your perked nipples. The wet eager strokes have your back arching as you moan into the room, your body tense and vibrating.
âJoelâ yes! That feels so good! fuckfuckfuck! Iâ Iâm so close Joel! D-donât stop!â You let out a sharp moan.
âI ainât stoppinâ, Sweetheart. So fuckinâ beautiful. Canât wait to see you come, Babyâ just let go.â His hushed words paired with the way he rolls your stiff nubs between his fingers is just the push you needed, your climax vibrant and beautiful as it erupts, spreading through you faster than you can announce its existence.
Joel watches you fall apart in the mirror. Your breathless state has his hips grinding against your lower back as he continues to clutch your breasts. The glimmering beads of sweat rolling down your throat and chest, joining the layer pooling between your bodies.
Itâs the view of your cunt that nearly takes him out, empty and pulsating, heâs never been so proud of a sight. He adds the mental snapshot to his backlog of imagery heâll store of you until the end of his days.
âGod, Joel. Thatâ that was amazing!.â You say, peeling your satiated body from his.
Turning to face him, you sit in the space between where his legs are sprawled open, your hands massaging at his calves. You take in how enticing he looks, laid back on the stack of pillows, a slack grin on his handsome face as he slowly pumps his hardened cock.
Youâre completely entranced by the sight, all thick and tempting. Biting at your lip teasingly, a hand all but subtly slips between your legs and your fingers begin delicately tracing circles over your clit.
Husked gasps falling from Joelâs parted lips as he alternates his movements. Long languid strokes over the length of his shaft then pausing briefly, his grip stilled and tight around the base as the reddened tip slowly leaks.
You gasp as the warmth of your sex engulfs your fingers triggering another gush of arousal to trickle down your thighs. Your other hand still connected to Joelâs leg, grounding your floating form to him.
Joel's eyes scan you, absorbing your blissed-out state, his hand matching your own steady movements, rhythmically moving over himself, his breaths now emerging as heavy pants.
Your fingers enthusiastically moving in and out with ease as your hips writhe keenly in search of the perfect position. The remnants of your previous orgasm are still lingering, beautifully aiding in the build up of the next. Your brows pinched in pleasure.
The room is dense with sexual humidity. Doused in a mixture of the ambered vanilla candle you burn frequently and a sweet ambrosial musk.
âFuckâ howâd I get so fuckinâ lucky with a woman like you? fuck!.â His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, neck taut and nose flared as he tries to breathe through how good heâs making himself feel. âWhy donât youâ shit âcâmere.â
âMmm-ah! T-tempting, Baby. ohgod! Think Iâll stay put. Iâm actually enjoying the view quite nicely from here. You look so good like this, Joel.â Seeing him accept your praise is a vision youâll never get tired of, allowing himself to give in and take what he needs.
Your fingers graze over that delicious little spot with success, a cresting wave set in motion, the sensation causing your walls to convulse. A moan escapes your lips, paralleling with Joelâs own sounds. Your head involuntarily tilts back, as you ride out the euphoric moment.
âShit! Sweetheart, Iâmâ Iâm gonnaâ Hnng!Fuuuck!â
Joelâs fist erratically pumps over his length, his eyes locked on your naked form, ragged breaths and eager moans. Your eyes struggle to stay focused through the hazy chaos, drawn to his flushed body, paralyzed with an ample dose of desire as he nears his finish.
âCome for me, Joel.â Youâve shifted yourself a little closer to where heâs eagerly working himself over, encouraging him to let go.
He doesâ white hot ropes of cum paint his stomach, his actions slowing as the last few drops spill over his hand. He breathes out a deep sigh, giving you a lopsided grin as his arms fall to his sides. Eyes heavy with a mixture of lust and love.
âFuckâ now will you câmere?â
You draw your lower lip between your teeth, now hovering over where his now softening dick rests against his stomach. You donât break eye contact as you lean down and lick at the sticky mess.
âGoddamnâ Ah!â Joel hisses, the warmth of your tongue dragging up the length of his cock. Lapping at the dappled layer of silky brininess covering his lower abdomen, purring with satisfaction as you swallow it.
âGod.Damn.â You echo his words back to him, your lips move over hisâ he groans at the taste of himself still on your tongue.
A slow, content smile forms on your face as you tenderly kiss his neck, followed by a series of soft kisses down his chest and stomach.
âGimme a minuteâ just need to regroup and then Iâll be ready to go again.â
âWhatever you say, my love.â Joelâs arms wrap a you and you melt into him. âOr I can draw us a hot bath and we can soak until weâre prunes.â A yawn perfectly placed at the end of your suggestion.
âSounds like a plan. How âbout we nap then soak?â You sleepily hum in response.
"Love you, Sweetheart," Joel whispers, before pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âMmmâ love you, Joel.â
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#Joel made that table#so you know heâs gonna take you on it
go straight to prison for this, my night has been ruined.
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â Sexologist Francisco Morales, has been given the green light to lead a scientific, seven-week study of the female orgasm and its effect on the body. You have agreed to be his test subject. â
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đđđđ đ. â âCunnilingusâ
â° You join a scientific study led by Doctor Francisco Morales in hopes of acquiring extra money for incoming student loans. || sexologist!francisco "frankie" morales x f!reader (6.4k)
đđđđđ â âMasturbationâ
â° Dr. Morales can't seem to get you out of his head.
đđđđ đđ. â âFingeringâ
â° You and Dr. Morales make a bet. (coming soon!)
đđđđ đđđ. â âToysâ
â° Dr. Morales uses his favorite toy on his favorite patient.
đđđđđ â âSpring Breakâ
â° You spend a night of your spring break with a handsome stranger.
đđđđ đđ. â âEdgingâ
â° Underlying feelings bubble over.
đđđđ đ. â âMultiple Orgasmsâ
â° A new record is broken.
đđđđđ â âPretty Boysâ
â° You meet some of Dr. Morales' friends. And his brother...
đđđđ đđ. â âVoyeurismâ
â° Dr. Morales brings a familiar face to the session.
đđđđ đđđ. â âSelf-Controlâ
â° The study comes to an end.
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pairing: joel miller x f!reader
words: 2748
warnings: 18+ blog; Smut, maybe even smut with no real plot, Nipple play, orgasm through nipple stimulation, praise, multiple orgasms, using arousal as lube, mutual masterbastion (f & m), cum eating/sharing, mirror watching, my horrible attempt at keeping a conversation flowing during sexy time, Joel canât keep his hands to himself, fluff, established relationship, mentioned that reader is wearing a dress & bra but has zero descriptive features, can be read as no outbreak or prior to outbreak Joel, thereâs no Sarah in this universe
notes: this is a reimagined version of an older fic i posted and didnât really like for some reason. Switched the characters and reworked it a bit. Smut is so hard to write for me, I just question the whole thing in its entirety and never want to do it again. But I love this storyline so much more now as Joel that I honestly donât even care if the smut is wonkyâ I just want joel now. This writer supports Palestine and does not share or support the views of tlou creator.
Itâs a heady sensation.
Visceral. Demanding. Gratifying.
His touch. A grounding force that burns through you, igniting every nerve ending in its wake.
Plaint and warm, your body blooms with a carnal appetency.
Heâs emboldened by every sound he plucks from you. The softest whimpers that fall from your lips, kiss every single inch of his dewy skin. Heâs forever addicted to your willingness to take what he has to give youâ always wanting more.
Generous. Attentive. Steadfast.
Earnestness bleeds into a lustrous selfishness. The anticipation palpable, watching as you come apart in his arms, your pleasure is his forevermore.
Itâs intuitive, the way heâs drawn to you. Most mornings, taking advantage of what little time he has with you, before work is pulling you both in different directions. Then youâre reunited for the evening and heâs making up for lost time, devouring and satisfying, well into the next day.
An endless cycle of being connected and reconnecting.
When weekends come around, heâs selfish. Overindulging beyond his means. Knowing he has ample time to relish in the closeness. Met with endless opportunities to have you near in any capacity as the hours of the day tick on, time he doesnât take for granted.
Today is no different. From the moment the truck backs out of the driveway, beginning the several mile drive across town in the direction of Tommyâs home, heâs reaching for your hand.
Palm to palm, fingers perfectly intertwined as your hands stay connected over the center console of his pickup. The afternoon sun streaming through the window, adding to the already budding warmth thatâs building between you. The conversation is light. Joel listening intently as you share details from your week, his thumb working over your knuckles as you move through the highlights of your story.
The remainder of the drive has a comfortable lull as the miles roll by. Music streaming through the cab, the lyrics provoking a wave of affection. Joelâs lips find the top of your hand periodically, his gaze never breaking from the road ahead. Your heart racing instantly at his instinctual gesture.
The gathering of friendsâ barbecuing, music and laughter, doesn't deter him from keeping you within arms reach.
Joelâs hand settles on the small of your back, fingers lightly dragging back and forth over your tingling spine, as you both exchange helloâs and hugs to the group friends in attendance scattered around the backyard
While Tommy is busy tending to the food on the barbecue, Joel and you are caught up listening to Paul, Tommyâs old army buddy and the newest hire at Joelâs construction company, share stories from his and Tommyâs time together in the military. Both of you enthralled by the recounts of close calls and embarrassing moments for the younger Miller brother, only to be interrupted by a flustered Tommy calling for Paul to grab plates and napkins from inside.
The minute youâre alone his hand is wandering south, grabbing at the meat of your ass and pulling you flush against him. Itâs the first moment youâve been alone since arriving and heâll be damned if heâs not going to take advantage of it.
You smile into his kiss, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt as he leans in close, his hushed words fanning across your ear.
âYou look so damn pretty in that dress. Canât wait to get my hands on you later.â The husk in his voice nearly makes you melt further into him, not even surprised by the cool dampness coating the silk panties you chose today, just for him.
âHmmmâ your hands havenât left me since we got here.â You muse.
âI like havinâ you close.â
âYouâve made that quite obvious, Miller.â You joke, before heâs silencing you with another less than chaste kiss.
Dinner is served as the sun begins its descent. The air dropping a few degrees cooler, has goosebumps pricking at your skin. But itâs nothing compared to the shiver Joel is causing you, his hand nestled between your legs under the table.
You find it hard to focus between all the lively conversations being volleyed across the table, dishes being passed around and laughter cutting through friendly onslaughts of fuck youâs.
Joel mindlessly massaging at your thigh as he talks. Filling everyone in on the projects heâs started around the house, while your brain is muddled with thoughts of Joelâs hands and only Joelâs hands.
You canât be positive itâs a deliberate moveâ or is it? Youâve been with him long enough to know what a calculated man Joel is.
He leans forward to reach for the ketchup bottle, his other hand shifting further up your thighs, his demeanor is cool and even as his fingers brush over your clothed mound. His fingers slowly gliding over the very drenched fabric. You swallow a thick gasp as your hips cant forward on instinct, chasing his retreating hand, your cunt aching and desperate for more of his teasing.
The wink he shoots you as he settles back in his chair is all the evidence you need to know his plan worked.
âLook like you saw an infected zombie or somethinâ. Everything okay, Baby?â You want to kiss the devilish smirk right off of his handsome face.
âY-yeah.â Horny and desperate for you, but fine.
âYâsure about that? Those perked nipples of yours are tellinâ a different story, Sweetheart.â He quietly calls you out. You glance down to see the thin fabric of your summer dress and lace bra are no match to conceal the hardened peaksâ your body so easily betraying you is nothing new.
âWe should head out soon.â You say softly, Joel nods immediately, the silent agreement has you eager for whatâs in store when you arrive home.
The ongoing conversation among the others is now muted background noise as you stare into his needy eyes, your hand cupping the side of his face as your thumb traces over his plush lower lip.
âWeâre headinâ out. Thanks for havinâ us, Tommy. Hope to see yâall again sometime soon. âNight.â Joel rushes through announcing your departure, pulling you from your seat, his body crowding behind you as he ushers you towards his truck.
âYouâre not even gonna stay and help clean up?â Tommy pouts from his chair.
âYouâre a big boy Tommy, Iâm sure youâll figure it out.â Joel yells over his shoulder with a two finger wave as the gate clicks shut, home and you are the only thing cares about for the remainder of the evening.
âFuuuuuuuckâ Joel!â Your mind slowly seeping into a deep pleasured state.
Thereâs little recollection of leaving Tommyâs house and the drive home, other than Joelâs unrelenting need to have you close at all timesâ no complaints from you whatsoever.
Joelâs firm grip on your hand when he all but drags you to the bedroom of your shared home, clothes stripped at the foot of your bed in a hasty fashion.
The accumulation of Joelâs fiery touches throughout the day were merely effortless foreplay, all considered and aiding in his profound efforts that have been unfolding since arriving home.
âYou look so fuckinâ good. Look at us, Baby.â The low gravel of his voice is overwhelming, but laced with pure authenticity. You lift your head just enough as your eyes slowly flutter open, trying to catch a glimpse of what he sees in the full length mirror positioned on the wall across from where you both are in bedâ a mere coincidence that it was placed in there when you moved in.
ââM l-looking, J-joel.â
Itâs exquisitely striking how your cunt flutters madly against the cool air of the bedroom. The sight alone is better than any pornography youâve consumed together.
Joel sitting up against the headboard holding your body close to his. Your back firm and tacky against his chest, breathing in rhythmic unity.
His feet hooked around your ankles, keeping your legs spread out as he hones in on the two luring forms glaring back in the mirror, a view that will forever edge out his own fantasies of you.
His large hands hold the weight of your breasts with pleasing dexterity, whispering the most beautiful obscene things into your ear.
I love your body. I love the way you moan. Missed your pussy all day. God, youâre always on my mind. Fuck, youâre makinâ me so hard. Louder. Fuck. Look at me.
Your gaze finally catches Joelâs in the reflection. Itâs direct and overwhelming, his warm brown eyes flickering with a bold desire igniting a ripple of goosebumps over your body.
Youâre both possessed by the new wave of arousal, glistening in the afternoon light, as it ardently drips from your pussy down to the bed sheets. Desperately craving to be devastated by this handsome man.
Joelâs thumbs swipe over your hard sensitive nipples, pulling a breathy gasp from your lips. Your head falling back into his shoulder as you let the sensation fully consume you.
âYou like that donât you?â You can only manage to hum in response, which encourages him to continue his work over the pebbled skin.
âY-yes. You know how much I d-do.â
Joel knows this. Well enough too. Itâs a normal occurrence that you find yourself in this identic state. Your body buzzing and exhausted, molded against Joelâs. His cock weeping and begging for relief, snuggly nestled between your roaring bodies. His skilled hands reducing you to putty.
Rolling. Pinching. Pulling. Flicking.
Each thorough caress sends an intense and deep feeling of delirium surging through you. Building and building the delicate structure for an elaborate release.
âSo perfect all laid out for me. You gonna come for me?. I think youâre almost there, Baby. Just need a little more, huh?â
âJoelâ I-I donât think I can this time. N-needâ oh fuck Joel! I need a little m-more.â
Youâre cut off when you feel Joelâs fingers faintly slide over your throbbing clit and bypassing it completely. He swipes through your wet folds. You think he might finally give in. Plunge one, maybe two of his thick fingers into your aching heat, caress your velvet walls until youâre coming undone. Your body jolts as he gathers your arousal on his fingers, then abandons the ache and returns to his previous ministrations.
His arousal slick digits glide over each of your perked nipples. The wet eager strokes have your back arching as you moan into the room, your body tense and vibrating.
âJoelâ yes! That feels so good! fuckfuckfuck! Iâ Iâm so close Joel! D-donât stop!â You let out a sharp moan.
âI ainât stoppinâ, Sweetheart. So fuckinâ beautiful. Canât wait to see you come, Babyâ just let go.â His hushed words paired with the way he rolls your stiff nubs between his fingers is just the push you needed, your climax vibrant and beautiful as it erupts, spreading through you faster than you can announce its existence.
Joel watches you fall apart in the mirror. Your breathless state has his hips grinding against your lower back as he continues to clutch your breasts. The glimmering beads of sweat rolling down your throat and chest, joining the layer pooling between your bodies.
Itâs the view of your cunt that nearly takes him out, empty and pulsating, heâs never been so proud of a sight. He adds the mental snapshot to his backlog of imagery heâll store of you until the end of his days.
âGod, Joel. Thatâ that was amazing!.â You say, peeling your satiated body from his.
Turning to face him, you sit in the space between where his legs are sprawled open, your hands massaging at his calves. You take in how enticing he looks, laid back on the stack of pillows, a slack grin on his handsome face as he slowly pumps his hardened cock.
Youâre completely entranced by the sight, all thick and tempting. Biting at your lip teasingly, a hand all but subtly slips between your legs and your fingers begin delicately tracing circles over your clit.
Husked gasps falling from Joelâs parted lips as he alternates his movements. Long languid strokes over the length of his shaft then pausing briefly, his grip stilled and tight around the base as the reddened tip slowly leaks.
You gasp as the warmth of your sex engulfs your fingers triggering another gush of arousal to trickle down your thighs. Your other hand still connected to Joelâs leg, grounding your floating form to him.
Joel's eyes scan you, absorbing your blissed-out state, his hand matching your own steady movements, rhythmically moving over himself, his breaths now emerging as heavy pants.
Your fingers enthusiastically moving in and out with ease as your hips writhe keenly in search of the perfect position. The remnants of your previous orgasm are still lingering, beautifully aiding in the build up of the next. Your brows pinched in pleasure.
The room is dense with sexual humidity. Doused in a mixture of the ambered vanilla candle you burn frequently and a sweet ambrosial musk.
âFuckâ howâd I get so fuckinâ lucky with a woman like you? fuck!.â His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, neck taut and nose flared as he tries to breathe through how good heâs making himself feel. âWhy donât youâ shit âcâmere.â
âMmm-ah! T-tempting, Baby. ohgod! Think Iâll stay put. Iâm actually enjoying the view quite nicely from here. You look so good like this, Joel.â Seeing him accept your praise is a vision youâll never get tired of, allowing himself to give in and take what he needs.
Your fingers graze over that delicious little spot with success, a cresting wave set in motion, the sensation causing your walls to convulse. A moan escapes your lips, paralleling with Joelâs own sounds. Your head involuntarily tilts back, as you ride out the euphoric moment.
âShit! Sweetheart, Iâmâ Iâm gonnaâ Hnng!Fuuuck!â
Joelâs fist erratically pumps over his length, his eyes locked on your naked form, ragged breaths and eager moans. Your eyes struggle to stay focused through the hazy chaos, drawn to his flushed body, paralyzed with an ample dose of desire as he nears his finish.
âCome for me, Joel.â Youâve shifted yourself a little closer to where heâs eagerly working himself over, encouraging him to let go.
He doesâ white hot ropes of cum paint his stomach, his actions slowing as the last few drops spill over his hand. He breathes out a deep sigh, giving you a lopsided grin as his arms fall to his sides. Eyes heavy with a mixture of lust and love.
âFuckâ now will you câmere?â
You draw your lower lip between your teeth, now hovering over where his now softening dick rests against his stomach. You donât break eye contact as you lean down and lick at the sticky mess.
âGoddamnâ Ah!â Joel hisses, the warmth of your tongue dragging up the length of his cock. Lapping at the dappled layer of silky brininess covering his lower abdomen, purring with satisfaction as you swallow it.
âGod.Damn.â You echo his words back to him, your lips move over hisâ he groans at the taste of himself still on your tongue.
A slow, content smile forms on your face as you tenderly kiss his neck, followed by a series of soft kisses down his chest and stomach.
âGimme a minuteâ just need to regroup and then Iâll be ready to go again.â
âWhatever you say, my love.â Joelâs arms wrap a you and you melt into him. âOr I can draw us a hot bath and we can soak until weâre prunes.â A yawn perfectly placed at the end of your suggestion.
âSounds like a plan. How âbout we nap then soak?â You sleepily hum in response.
"Love you, Sweetheart," Joel whispers, before pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âMmmâ love you, Joel.â
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look at us | joel miller
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
words: 2748
warnings: 18+ blog; Smut, maybe even smut with no real plot, Nipple play, orgasm through nipple stimulation, praise, multiple orgasms, using arousal as lube, mutual masterbastion (f & m), cum eating/sharing, mirror watching, my horrible attempt at keeping a conversation flowing during sexy time, Joel canât keep his hands to himself, fluff, established relationship, mentioned that reader is wearing a dress & bra but has zero descriptive features, can be read as no outbreak or prior to outbreak Joel, thereâs no Sarah in this universe
notes: this is a reimagined version of an older fic i posted and didnât really like for some reason. Switched the characters and reworked it a bit. Smut is so hard to write for me, I just question the whole thing in its entirety and never want to do it again. But I love this storyline so much more now as Joel that I honestly donât even care if the smut is wonkyâ I just want joel now. This writer supports Palestine and does not share or support the views of tlou creator.
Itâs a heady sensation.
Visceral. Demanding. Gratifying.
His touch. A grounding force that burns through you, igniting every nerve ending in its wake.
Plaint and warm, your body blooms with a carnal appetency.
Heâs emboldened by every sound he plucks from you. The softest whimpers that fall from your lips, kiss every single inch of his dewy skin. Heâs forever addicted to your willingness to take what he has to give youâ always wanting more.
Generous. Attentive. Steadfast.
Earnestness bleeds into a lustrous selfishness. The anticipation palpable, watching as you come apart in his arms, your pleasure is his forevermore.
Itâs intuitive, the way heâs drawn to you. Most mornings, taking advantage of what little time he has with you, before work is pulling you both in different directions. Then youâre reunited for the evening and heâs making up for lost time, devouring and satisfying, well into the next day.
An endless cycle of being connected and reconnecting.
When weekends come around, heâs selfish. Overindulging beyond his means. Knowing he has ample time to relish in the closeness. Met with endless opportunities to have you near in any capacity as the hours of the day tick on, time he doesnât take for granted.
Today is no different. From the moment the truck backs out of the driveway, beginning the several mile drive across town in the direction of Tommyâs home, heâs reaching for your hand.
Palm to palm, fingers perfectly intertwined as your hands stay connected over the center console of his pickup. The afternoon sun streaming through the window, adding to the already budding warmth thatâs building between you. The conversation is light. Joel listening intently as you share details from your week, his thumb working over your knuckles as you move through the highlights of your story.
The remainder of the drive has a comfortable lull as the miles roll by. Music streaming through the cab, the lyrics provoking a wave of affection. Joelâs lips find the top of your hand periodically, his gaze never breaking from the road ahead. Your heart racing instantly at his instinctual gesture.
The gathering of friendsâ barbecuing, music and laughter, doesn't deter him from keeping you within arms reach.
Joelâs hand settles on the small of your back, fingers lightly dragging back and forth over your tingling spine, as you both exchange helloâs and hugs to the group friends in attendance scattered around the backyard
While Tommy is busy tending to the food on the barbecue, Joel and you are caught up listening to Paul, Tommyâs old army buddy and the newest hire at Joelâs construction company, share stories from his and Tommyâs time together in the military. Both of you enthralled by the recounts of close calls and embarrassing moments for the younger Miller brother, only to be interrupted by a flustered Tommy calling for Paul to grab plates and napkins from inside.
The minute youâre alone his hand is wandering south, grabbing at the meat of your ass and pulling you flush against him. Itâs the first moment youâve been alone since arriving and heâll be damned if heâs not going to take advantage of it.
You smile into his kiss, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt as he leans in close, his hushed words fanning across your ear.
âYou look so damn pretty in that dress. Canât wait to get my hands on you later.â The husk in his voice nearly makes you melt further into him, not even surprised by the cool dampness coating the silk panties you chose today, just for him.
âHmmmâ your hands havenât left me since we got here.â You muse.
âI like havinâ you close.â
âYouâve made that quite obvious, Miller.â You joke, before heâs silencing you with another less than chaste kiss.
Dinner is served as the sun begins its descent. The air dropping a few degrees cooler, has goosebumps pricking at your skin. But itâs nothing compared to the shiver Joel is causing you, his hand nestled between your legs under the table.
You find it hard to focus between all the lively conversations being volleyed across the table, dishes being passed around and laughter cutting through friendly onslaughts of fuck youâs.
Joel mindlessly massaging at your thigh as he talks. Filling everyone in on the projects heâs started around the house, while your brain is muddled with thoughts of Joelâs hands and only Joelâs hands.
You canât be positive itâs a deliberate moveâ or is it? Youâve been with him long enough to know what a calculated man Joel is.
He leans forward to reach for the ketchup bottle, his other hand shifting further up your thighs, his demeanor is cool and even as his fingers brush over your clothed mound. His fingers slowly gliding over the very drenched fabric. You swallow a thick gasp as your hips cant forward on instinct, chasing his retreating hand, your cunt aching and desperate for more of his teasing.
The wink he shoots you as he settles back in his chair is all the evidence you need to know his plan worked.
âLook like you saw an infected zombie or somethinâ. Everything okay, Baby?â You want to kiss the devilish smirk right off of his handsome face.
âY-yeah.â Horny and desperate for you, but fine.
âYâsure about that? Those perked nipples of yours are tellinâ a different story, Sweetheart.â He quietly calls you out. You glance down to see the thin fabric of your summer dress and lace bra are no match to conceal the hardened peaksâ your body so easily betraying you is nothing new.
âWe should head out soon.â You say softly, Joel nods immediately, the silent agreement has you eager for whatâs in store when you arrive home.
The ongoing conversation among the others is now muted background noise as you stare into his needy eyes, your hand cupping the side of his face as your thumb traces over his plush lower lip.
âWeâre headinâ out. Thanks for havinâ us, Tommy. Hope to see yâall again sometime soon. âNight.â Joel rushes through announcing your departure, pulling you from your seat, his body crowding behind you as he ushers you towards his truck.
âYouâre not even gonna stay and help clean up?â Tommy pouts from his chair.
âYouâre a big boy Tommy, Iâm sure youâll figure it out.â Joel yells over his shoulder with a two finger wave as the gate clicks shut, home and you are the only thing cares about for the remainder of the evening.
âFuuuuuuuckâ Joel!â Your mind slowly seeping into a deep pleasured state.
Thereâs little recollection of leaving Tommyâs house and the drive home, other than Joelâs unrelenting need to have you close at all timesâ no complaints from you whatsoever.
Joelâs firm grip on your hand when he all but drags you to the bedroom of your shared home, clothes stripped at the foot of your bed in a hasty fashion.
The accumulation of Joelâs fiery touches throughout the day were merely effortless foreplay, all considered and aiding in his profound efforts that have been unfolding since arriving home.
âYou look so fuckinâ good. Look at us, Baby.â The low gravel of his voice is overwhelming, but laced with pure authenticity. You lift your head just enough as your eyes slowly flutter open, trying to catch a glimpse of what he sees in the full length mirror positioned on the wall across from where you both are in bedâ a mere coincidence that it was placed in there when you moved in.
ââM l-looking, J-joel.â
Itâs exquisitely striking how your cunt flutters madly against the cool air of the bedroom. The sight alone is better than any pornography youâve consumed together.
Joel sitting up against the headboard holding your body close to his. Your back firm and tacky against his chest, breathing in rhythmic unity.
His feet hooked around your ankles, keeping your legs spread out as he hones in on the two luring forms glaring back in the mirror, a view that will forever edge out his own fantasies of you.
His large hands hold the weight of your breasts with pleasing dexterity, whispering the most beautiful obscene things into your ear.
I love your body. I love the way you moan. Missed your pussy all day. God, youâre always on my mind. Fuck, youâre makinâ me so hard. Louder. Fuck. Look at me.
Your gaze finally catches Joelâs in the reflection. Itâs direct and overwhelming, his warm brown eyes flickering with a bold desire igniting a ripple of goosebumps over your body.
Youâre both possessed by the new wave of arousal, glistening in the afternoon light, as it ardently drips from your pussy down to the bed sheets. Desperately craving to be devastated by this handsome man.
Joelâs thumbs swipe over your hard sensitive nipples, pulling a breathy gasp from your lips. Your head falling back into his shoulder as you let the sensation fully consume you.
âYou like that donât you?â You can only manage to hum in response, which encourages him to continue his work over the pebbled skin.
âY-yes. You know how much I d-do.â
Joel knows this. Well enough too. Itâs a normal occurrence that you find yourself in this identic state. Your body buzzing and exhausted, molded against Joelâs. His cock weeping and begging for relief, snuggly nestled between your roaring bodies. His skilled hands reducing you to putty.
Rolling. Pinching. Pulling. Flicking.
Each thorough caress sends an intense and deep feeling of delirium surging through you. Building and building the delicate structure for an elaborate release.
âSo perfect all laid out for me. You gonna come for me?. I think youâre almost there, Baby. Just need a little more, huh?â
âJoelâ I-I donât think I can this time. N-needâ oh fuck Joel! I need a little m-more.â
Youâre cut off when you feel Joelâs fingers faintly slide over your throbbing clit and bypassing it completely. He swipes through your wet folds. You think he might finally give in. Plunge one, maybe two of his thick fingers into your aching heat, caress your velvet walls until youâre coming undone. Your body jolts as he gathers your arousal on his fingers, then abandons the ache and returns to his previous ministrations.
His arousal slick digits glide over each of your perked nipples. The wet eager strokes have your back arching as you moan into the room, your body tense and vibrating.
âJoelâ yes! That feels so good! fuckfuckfuck! Iâ Iâm so close Joel! D-donât stop!â You let out a sharp moan.
âI ainât stoppinâ, Sweetheart. So fuckinâ beautiful. Canât wait to see you come, Babyâ just let go.â His hushed words paired with the way he rolls your stiff nubs between his fingers is just the push you needed, your climax vibrant and beautiful as it erupts, spreading through you faster than you can announce its existence.
Joel watches you fall apart in the mirror. Your breathless state has his hips grinding against your lower back as he continues to clutch your breasts. The glimmering beads of sweat rolling down your throat and chest, joining the layer pooling between your bodies.
Itâs the view of your cunt that nearly takes him out, empty and pulsating, heâs never been so proud of a sight. He adds the mental snapshot to his backlog of imagery heâll store of you until the end of his days.
âGod, Joel. Thatâ that was amazing!.â You say, peeling your satiated body from his.
Turning to face him, you sit in the space between where his legs are sprawled open, your hands massaging at his calves. You take in how enticing he looks, laid back on the stack of pillows, a slack grin on his handsome face as he slowly pumps his hardened cock.
Youâre completely entranced by the sight, all thick and tempting. Biting at your lip teasingly, a hand all but subtly slips between your legs and your fingers begin delicately tracing circles over your clit.
Husked gasps falling from Joelâs parted lips as he alternates his movements. Long languid strokes over the length of his shaft then pausing briefly, his grip stilled and tight around the base as the reddened tip slowly leaks.
You gasp as the warmth of your sex engulfs your fingers triggering another gush of arousal to trickle down your thighs. Your other hand still connected to Joelâs leg, grounding your floating form to him.
Joel's eyes scan you, absorbing your blissed-out state, his hand matching your own steady movements, rhythmically moving over himself, his breaths now emerging as heavy pants.
Your fingers enthusiastically moving in and out with ease as your hips writhe keenly in search of the perfect position. The remnants of your previous orgasm are still lingering, beautifully aiding in the build up of the next. Your brows pinched in pleasure.
The room is dense with sexual humidity. Doused in a mixture of the ambered vanilla candle you burn frequently and a sweet ambrosial musk.
âFuckâ howâd I get so fuckinâ lucky with a woman like you? fuck!.â His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, neck taut and nose flared as he tries to breathe through how good heâs making himself feel. âWhy donât youâ shit âcâmere.â
âMmm-ah! T-tempting, Baby. ohgod! Think Iâll stay put. Iâm actually enjoying the view quite nicely from here. You look so good like this, Joel.â Seeing him accept your praise is a vision youâll never get tired of, allowing himself to give in and take what he needs.
Your fingers graze over that delicious little spot with success, a cresting wave set in motion, the sensation causing your walls to convulse. A moan escapes your lips, paralleling with Joelâs own sounds. Your head involuntarily tilts back, as you ride out the euphoric moment.
âShit! Sweetheart, Iâmâ Iâm gonnaâ Hnng!Fuuuck!â
Joelâs fist erratically pumps over his length, his eyes locked on your naked form, ragged breaths and eager moans. Your eyes struggle to stay focused through the hazy chaos, drawn to his flushed body, paralyzed with an ample dose of desire as he nears his finish.
âCome for me, Joel.â Youâve shifted yourself a little closer to where heâs eagerly working himself over, encouraging him to let go.
He doesâ white hot ropes of cum paint his stomach, his actions slowing as the last few drops spill over his hand. He breathes out a deep sigh, giving you a lopsided grin as his arms fall to his sides. Eyes heavy with a mixture of lust and love.
âFuckâ now will you câmere?â
You draw your lower lip between your teeth, now hovering over where his now softening dick rests against his stomach. You donât break eye contact as you lean down and lick at the sticky mess.
âGoddamnâ Ah!â Joel hisses, the warmth of your tongue dragging up the length of his cock. Lapping at the dappled layer of silky brininess covering his lower abdomen, purring with satisfaction as you swallow it.
âGod.Damn.â You echo his words back to him, your lips move over hisâ he groans at the taste of himself still on your tongue.
A slow, content smile forms on your face as you tenderly kiss his neck, followed by a series of soft kisses down his chest and stomach.
âGimme a minuteâ just need to regroup and then Iâll be ready to go again.â
âWhatever you say, my love.â Joelâs arms wrap a you and you melt into him. âOr I can draw us a hot bath and we can soak until weâre prunes.â A yawn perfectly placed at the end of your suggestion.
âSounds like a plan. How âbout we nap then soak?â You sleepily hum in response.
"Love you, Sweetheart," Joel whispers, before pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âMmmâ love you, Joel.â
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Thinking that fandom is some ladder where you can gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss your way to the top is not the bad bitch move you think it is.
Stepping on real people and treating them like obstacles to some sort of end goal in a fandom is fucking stupid. Who the hell do you think you are, actually?
Fandom is not a game where you can torture and treat characters any way you want to level up. Fandom spaces are filled with real people with real emotions and beautiful life stories, and just because we are inside your phone/computer doesn't mean we're lines of code like the apps you talk to us on.
Like really, what was the plan? Fandom is for enjoying things and creating and forming meaningful connections with people. It's not for gathering people like chess pieces and knocking the others off the board.
Fandom is not about being useful or popular. No one ever has the right to decide who is important or who isn't or measure people's self worth based on what they can/can't do or how many followers they have.
You have absolutely no right to steal people's peace and joy or make them feel insignificant.
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joel miller neck erotica ep. 6
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Little progress đ„čđ€đŒ
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look at us | joel miller
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
words: 2748
warnings: 18+ blog; Smut, maybe even smut with no real plot, Nipple play, orgasm through nipple stimulation, praise, multiple orgasms, using arousal as lube, mutual masterbastion (f & m), cum eating/sharing, mirror watching, my horrible attempt at keeping a conversation flowing during sexy time, Joel canât keep his hands to himself, fluff, established relationship, mentioned that reader is wearing a dress & bra but has zero descriptive features, can be read as no outbreak or prior to outbreak Joel, thereâs no Sarah in this universe
notes: this is a reimagined version of an older fic i posted and didnât really like for some reason. Switched the characters and reworked it a bit. Smut is so hard to write for me, I just question the whole thing in its entirety and never want to do it again. But I love this storyline so much more now as Joel that I honestly donât even care if the smut is wonkyâ I just want joel now. This writer supports Palestine and does not share or support the views of tlou creator.
Itâs a heady sensation.
Visceral. Demanding. Gratifying.
His touch. A grounding force that burns through you, igniting every nerve ending in its wake.
Plaint and warm, your body blooms with a carnal appetency.
Heâs emboldened by every sound he plucks from you. The softest whimpers that fall from your lips, kiss every single inch of his dewy skin. Heâs forever addicted to your willingness to take what he has to give youâ always wanting more.
Generous. Attentive. Steadfast.
Earnestness bleeds into a lustrous selfishness. The anticipation palpable, watching as you come apart in his arms, your pleasure is his forevermore.
Itâs intuitive, the way heâs drawn to you. Most mornings, taking advantage of what little time he has with you, before work is pulling you both in different directions. Then youâre reunited for the evening and heâs making up for lost time, devouring and satisfying, well into the next day.
An endless cycle of being connected and reconnecting.
When weekends come around, heâs selfish. Overindulging beyond his means. Knowing he has ample time to relish in the closeness. Met with endless opportunities to have you near in any capacity as the hours of the day tick on, time he doesnât take for granted.
Today is no different. From the moment the truck backs out of the driveway, beginning the several mile drive across town in the direction of Tommyâs home, heâs reaching for your hand.
Palm to palm, fingers perfectly intertwined as your hands stay connected over the center console of his pickup. The afternoon sun streaming through the window, adding to the already budding warmth thatâs building between you. The conversation is light. Joel listening intently as you share details from your week, his thumb working over your knuckles as you move through the highlights of your story.
The remainder of the drive has a comfortable lull as the miles roll by. Music streaming through the cab, the lyrics provoking a wave of affection. Joelâs lips find the top of your hand periodically, his gaze never breaking from the road ahead. Your heart racing instantly at his instinctual gesture.
The gathering of friendsâ barbecuing, music and laughter, doesn't deter him from keeping you within arms reach.
Joelâs hand settles on the small of your back, fingers lightly dragging back and forth over your tingling spine, as you both exchange helloâs and hugs to the group friends in attendance scattered around the backyard
While Tommy is busy tending to the food on the barbecue, Joel and you are caught up listening to Paul, Tommyâs old army buddy and the newest hire at Joelâs construction company, share stories from his and Tommyâs time together in the military. Both of you enthralled by the recounts of close calls and embarrassing moments for the younger Miller brother, only to be interrupted by a flustered Tommy calling for Paul to grab plates and napkins from inside.
The minute youâre alone his hand is wandering south, grabbing at the meat of your ass and pulling you flush against him. Itâs the first moment youâve been alone since arriving and heâll be damned if heâs not going to take advantage of it.
You smile into his kiss, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt as he leans in close, his hushed words fanning across your ear.
âYou look so damn pretty in that dress. Canât wait to get my hands on you later.â The husk in his voice nearly makes you melt further into him, not even surprised by the cool dampness coating the silk panties you chose today, just for him.
âHmmmâ your hands havenât left me since we got here.â You muse.
âI like havinâ you close.â
âYouâve made that quite obvious, Miller.â You joke, before heâs silencing you with another less than chaste kiss.
Dinner is served as the sun begins its descent. The air dropping a few degrees cooler, has goosebumps pricking at your skin. But itâs nothing compared to the shiver Joel is causing you, his hand nestled between your legs under the table.
You find it hard to focus between all the lively conversations being volleyed across the table, dishes being passed around and laughter cutting through friendly onslaughts of fuck youâs.
Joel mindlessly massaging at your thigh as he talks. Filling everyone in on the projects heâs started around the house, while your brain is muddled with thoughts of Joelâs hands and only Joelâs hands.
You canât be positive itâs a deliberate moveâ or is it? Youâve been with him long enough to know what a calculated man Joel is.
He leans forward to reach for the ketchup bottle, his other hand shifting further up your thighs, his demeanor is cool and even as his fingers brush over your clothed mound. His fingers slowly gliding over the very drenched fabric. You swallow a thick gasp as your hips cant forward on instinct, chasing his retreating hand, your cunt aching and desperate for more of his teasing.
The wink he shoots you as he settles back in his chair is all the evidence you need to know his plan worked.
âLook like you saw an infected zombie or somethinâ. Everything okay, Baby?â You want to kiss the devilish smirk right off of his handsome face.
âY-yeah.â Horny and desperate for you, but fine.
âYâsure about that? Those perked nipples of yours are tellinâ a different story, Sweetheart.â He quietly calls you out. You glance down to see the thin fabric of your summer dress and lace bra are no match to conceal the hardened peaksâ your body so easily betraying you is nothing new.
âWe should head out soon.â You say softly, Joel nods immediately, the silent agreement has you eager for whatâs in store when you arrive home.
The ongoing conversation among the others is now muted background noise as you stare into his needy eyes, your hand cupping the side of his face as your thumb traces over his plush lower lip.
âWeâre headinâ out. Thanks for havinâ us, Tommy. Hope to see yâall again sometime soon. âNight.â Joel rushes through announcing your departure, pulling you from your seat, his body crowding behind you as he ushers you towards his truck.
âYouâre not even gonna stay and help clean up?â Tommy pouts from his chair.
âYouâre a big boy Tommy, Iâm sure youâll figure it out.â Joel yells over his shoulder with a two finger wave as the gate clicks shut, home and you are the only thing cares about for the remainder of the evening.
âFuuuuuuuckâ Joel!â Your mind slowly seeping into a deep pleasured state.
Thereâs little recollection of leaving Tommyâs house and the drive home, other than Joelâs unrelenting need to have you close at all timesâ no complaints from you whatsoever.
Joelâs firm grip on your hand when he all but drags you to the bedroom of your shared home, clothes stripped at the foot of your bed in a hasty fashion.
The accumulation of Joelâs fiery touches throughout the day were merely effortless foreplay, all considered and aiding in his profound efforts that have been unfolding since arriving home.
âYou look so fuckinâ good. Look at us, Baby.â The low gravel of his voice is overwhelming, but laced with pure authenticity. You lift your head just enough as your eyes slowly flutter open, trying to catch a glimpse of what he sees in the full length mirror positioned on the wall across from where you both are in bedâ a mere coincidence that it was placed in there when you moved in.
ââM l-looking, J-joel.â
Itâs exquisitely striking how your cunt flutters madly against the cool air of the bedroom. The sight alone is better than any pornography youâve consumed together.
Joel sitting up against the headboard holding your body close to his. Your back firm and tacky against his chest, breathing in rhythmic unity.
His feet hooked around your ankles, keeping your legs spread out as he hones in on the two luring forms glaring back in the mirror, a view that will forever edge out his own fantasies of you.
His large hands hold the weight of your breasts with pleasing dexterity, whispering the most beautiful obscene things into your ear.
I love your body. I love the way you moan. Missed your pussy all day. God, youâre always on my mind. Fuck, youâre makinâ me so hard. Louder. Fuck. Look at me.
Your gaze finally catches Joelâs in the reflection. Itâs direct and overwhelming, his warm brown eyes flickering with a bold desire igniting a ripple of goosebumps over your body.
Youâre both possessed by the new wave of arousal, glistening in the afternoon light, as it ardently drips from your pussy down to the bed sheets. Desperately craving to be devastated by this handsome man.
Joelâs thumbs swipe over your hard sensitive nipples, pulling a breathy gasp from your lips. Your head falling back into his shoulder as you let the sensation fully consume you.
âYou like that donât you?â You can only manage to hum in response, which encourages him to continue his work over the pebbled skin.
âY-yes. You know how much I d-do.â
Joel knows this. Well enough too. Itâs a normal occurrence that you find yourself in this identic state. Your body buzzing and exhausted, molded against Joelâs. His cock weeping and begging for relief, snuggly nestled between your roaring bodies. His skilled hands reducing you to putty.
Rolling. Pinching. Pulling. Flicking.
Each thorough caress sends an intense and deep feeling of delirium surging through you. Building and building the delicate structure for an elaborate release.
âSo perfect all laid out for me. You gonna come for me?. I think youâre almost there, Baby. Just need a little more, huh?â
âJoelâ I-I donât think I can this time. N-needâ oh fuck Joel! I need a little m-more.â
Youâre cut off when you feel Joelâs fingers faintly slide over your throbbing clit and bypassing it completely. He swipes through your wet folds. You think he might finally give in. Plunge one, maybe two of his thick fingers into your aching heat, caress your velvet walls until youâre coming undone. Your body jolts as he gathers your arousal on his fingers, then abandons the ache and returns to his previous ministrations.
His arousal slick digits glide over each of your perked nipples. The wet eager strokes have your back arching as you moan into the room, your body tense and vibrating.
âJoelâ yes! That feels so good! fuckfuckfuck! Iâ Iâm so close Joel! D-donât stop!â You let out a sharp moan.
âI ainât stoppinâ, Sweetheart. So fuckinâ beautiful. Canât wait to see you come, Babyâ just let go.â His hushed words paired with the way he rolls your stiff nubs between his fingers is just the push you needed, your climax vibrant and beautiful as it erupts, spreading through you faster than you can announce its existence.
Joel watches you fall apart in the mirror. Your breathless state has his hips grinding against your lower back as he continues to clutch your breasts. The glimmering beads of sweat rolling down your throat and chest, joining the layer pooling between your bodies.
Itâs the view of your cunt that nearly takes him out, empty and pulsating, heâs never been so proud of a sight. He adds the mental snapshot to his backlog of imagery heâll store of you until the end of his days.
âGod, Joel. Thatâ that was amazing!.â You say, peeling your satiated body from his.
Turning to face him, you sit in the space between where his legs are sprawled open, your hands massaging at his calves. You take in how enticing he looks, laid back on the stack of pillows, a slack grin on his handsome face as he slowly pumps his hardened cock.
Youâre completely entranced by the sight, all thick and tempting. Biting at your lip teasingly, a hand all but subtly slips between your legs and your fingers begin delicately tracing circles over your clit.
Husked gasps falling from Joelâs parted lips as he alternates his movements. Long languid strokes over the length of his shaft then pausing briefly, his grip stilled and tight around the base as the reddened tip slowly leaks.
You gasp as the warmth of your sex engulfs your fingers triggering another gush of arousal to trickle down your thighs. Your other hand still connected to Joelâs leg, grounding your floating form to him.
Joel's eyes scan you, absorbing your blissed-out state, his hand matching your own steady movements, rhythmically moving over himself, his breaths now emerging as heavy pants.
Your fingers enthusiastically moving in and out with ease as your hips writhe keenly in search of the perfect position. The remnants of your previous orgasm are still lingering, beautifully aiding in the build up of the next. Your brows pinched in pleasure.
The room is dense with sexual humidity. Doused in a mixture of the ambered vanilla candle you burn frequently and a sweet ambrosial musk.
âFuckâ howâd I get so fuckinâ lucky with a woman like you? fuck!.â His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, neck taut and nose flared as he tries to breathe through how good heâs making himself feel. âWhy donât youâ shit âcâmere.â
âMmm-ah! T-tempting, Baby. ohgod! Think Iâll stay put. Iâm actually enjoying the view quite nicely from here. You look so good like this, Joel.â Seeing him accept your praise is a vision youâll never get tired of, allowing himself to give in and take what he needs.
Your fingers graze over that delicious little spot with success, a cresting wave set in motion, the sensation causing your walls to convulse. A moan escapes your lips, paralleling with Joelâs own sounds. Your head involuntarily tilts back, as you ride out the euphoric moment.
âShit! Sweetheart, Iâmâ Iâm gonnaâ Hnng!Fuuuck!â
Joelâs fist erratically pumps over his length, his eyes locked on your naked form, ragged breaths and eager moans. Your eyes struggle to stay focused through the hazy chaos, drawn to his flushed body, paralyzed with an ample dose of desire as he nears his finish.
âCome for me, Joel.â Youâve shifted yourself a little closer to where heâs eagerly working himself over, encouraging him to let go.
He doesâ white hot ropes of cum paint his stomach, his actions slowing as the last few drops spill over his hand. He breathes out a deep sigh, giving you a lopsided grin as his arms fall to his sides. Eyes heavy with a mixture of lust and love.
âFuckâ now will you câmere?â
You draw your lower lip between your teeth, now hovering over where his now softening dick rests against his stomach. You donât break eye contact as you lean down and lick at the sticky mess.
âGoddamnâ Ah!â Joel hisses, the warmth of your tongue dragging up the length of his cock. Lapping at the dappled layer of silky brininess covering his lower abdomen, purring with satisfaction as you swallow it.
âGod.Damn.â You echo his words back to him, your lips move over hisâ he groans at the taste of himself still on your tongue.
A slow, content smile forms on your face as you tenderly kiss his neck, followed by a series of soft kisses down his chest and stomach.
âGimme a minuteâ just need to regroup and then Iâll be ready to go again.â
âWhatever you say, my love.â Joelâs arms wrap a you and you melt into him. âOr I can draw us a hot bath and we can soak until weâre prunes.â A yawn perfectly placed at the end of your suggestion.
âSounds like a plan. How âbout we nap then soak?â You sleepily hum in response.
"Love you, Sweetheart," Joel whispers, before pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âMmmâ love you, Joel.â
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