Boys in Bed with Books (23)-Joel Miller
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 777
Summary: Joel is always the one in control but when he’s reading and relaxing you take the opportunity to turn the tables...or so you think.
Author’s Note: I’ve missed my Boys in Bed so here we are again...had to do Joel and thank you to my sweet Nat @blackwidownat2814 for giving me the encouragement. Love and appreciate you always! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰
Warnings: some (d)omish vibes- maybe a little, (o)ral, lots of yummies, some softness too (18+ONLY PLEASE!!!)
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @joelmjller thank you lovely🥰
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“Reading again?”
Joel looks up from his book, his eyes following you as you move around the room.
“You seem surprised sweetheart,” he hums.
“I’m happy. You look relaxed,” you reply, turning away to search for clothes in your dresser drawer.
You start to undress, leaving only your shirt on as you grab your towel and get ready for a shower. Before going into the bathroom you stop by the bed and peer at the cover of Joel’s book.
“The Martian,” you say softly. “An Ellie recommendation?”
“Actually, I picked this one myself.”
He looks proud and your smile widens.
“She’s going to love that,” you tell him before kissing his cheek. “How is it so far?”
“Really good…there’s a lot of Science, I’m learning.”
“Even better,” you tease.
His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt and brush your bare hip before tightening and pulling you closer. He bends his head to yours and his hand trails teasingly down the soft skin of your inner thigh.
“Are you makin’ fun of me darlin’?” he murmurs.
You close your eyes and ghost your lips across his.
“I’m going to shower,” you answer, slipping from his grasp with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.
You can feel the heat of his stare as you walk into the bathroom and with one last look back you see his hand curled into a fist as his gaze devours you.
When you step back into the bedroom, the sight of Joel lying on the bed, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his chest over the now closed book, has you feeling a rush of want.
His eyes are closed and his face is peaceful and at first the thought of disturbing him fills you with trepidation, but as you continue to watch him and he shifts with a whisper of your name you gain the confidence to take control and help him relax even more.
On that note, you let your towel fall to the floor and climb onto the bed. You crawl up his body and place soft kisses along his chest.
He groans and his hands quickly find your bare skin, his touch reverent as they smooth along your curves. His eyes open, mixed with sleepiness and desire.
“What are you up to darlin’? he asks, his voice thick with heat.
In answer you slide back down his body and finger the button of his jeans until it pops open. He stares through half lidded eyes as you drag his jeans down far enough to release him.
“Oh fuck baby,” he moans when your head dips.
Your fingers dig into the muscles of his thighs as they tense and his breathing stutters when you take him into your mouth.
Your movements are deliberately languid and he flexes his hips, pushing himself deeper past your lips.
After a little more teasing, you begin to work him harder, gazing at him from under your lashes and feeling a rush of heat between your legs when you see grab at the sheets with his hands. He curls his fingers into the fabric, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth as he throws his head back against the pillow.
Just as you feel him drawing close, you release him.
“Darlin’, what are you doin’?” he growls, lifting his head and pinning you with an almost pained look.
“I need you inside of me,” you whisper.
His frustration disappears instantly.
“Then get the fuck up here and ride me.”
His gruff demand makes you clench around nothingness but you steel yourself and give him a demure lift of your shoulders, slowly dragging his jeans off and savoring the desperation in his words.
“Patience,” you purr.
His jaw is clenched tightly and he grinds his teeth, eyes dark.
You make your way back up his body, trailing kisses along the cut of muscle at his hip, before straddling him.
His rough hands reach for you, grabbing your waist and grinding you down over him before his fingers graze your stomach and dip between your legs. Your hand moves to his, wanting to take back control but he brushes it aside.
“Stop it or I’ll stop darlin’,” he warns as he spreads you open.
You gasp his name, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin as you relinquish all power, silently giving in to him.
His eyes fly to yours, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His free hand lifts to curl around your neck and he drags your mouth down to his, whispering against your lips, “don’t forget you belong to me.”
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Boys in Bed with Books (22)- Matt Murdock
Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader
Word Count: 877
Summary: You distract Matt while he’s reading over a case in bed.
Author’s Note: I love Matt Murdock/DD. I adore Charlie Cox. I’m so happy to write for him, hopefully this won’t be the last time! Gotta keep the book kink going this month! Boys with Books is totally a kink right? haha, it is now! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ��️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you bunches love!🥰
Warnings: little fun teasing at the start, Matt’s very persuasive and on one minds, oral, face sitting, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
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“You’re staring.”
You drag your eyes away from his bare chest, your gaze lingering on every scar that litters his skin until you settle on his face.
“No, I’m not.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Matt.”
He looks back down at his papers with a laugh, his abs tightening with the action and your gaze instantly falls back to his naked skin.
“What are you reading?” you ask.
His fingers move surely and swiftly over the braille and his lips remain upturned with a smirk.
“Your heart is beating pretty fast too…”
“That’s not an answer,” you say, tone cheeky.
“What are you thinking about beautiful?” he asks, ignoring your sass.
“I want to know what you’re reading!” you huff.
He looks up, his eyes shifting as his smile grows.
“The documents for this new case,” he starts, “but I’m more interested in what’s going on with you.”
“Nothing,” you shrug, turning and pretending to fiddle with the laundry.
“I already folded those clothes sweetheart.”
You spin around and glare at him, noting his smug grin and the way his head is cocked to the side.
“Fine! I was just…checking.”
His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline before he softly pats the bed.
“Come sit with me,” he says.
You let out an exhale and walk over, climbing onto the bed and sliding under his outstretched arm.
“I’ll be done soon,” he promises, kissing the top of your head.
“Ok,” you mumble, toying with the tie on his shorts. “But last night you were working on it for hours.”
You dramatically drag out the last words of the statement and your lips press into a pout.
“Ah,” he says with an understanding nod, his knowing smile never faltering.
He drops the papers to the floor and effortlessly lifts you into his lap.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs as his calloused fingertips ghost along your curves.
Your hands trail down his chest and you shift back so you can slip your fingers into the waistband of his shorts.
He gently grabs your wrists, easily pinning them together as he lifts your hands to his mouth, kissing across your knuckles and whispering, “use your words sweetheart.”
“Matt please…”
He releases your wrists and places your hands back onto his chest, his heart beating rapidly against your palm. His fingers sneak under your shirt, his knuckles slowly brushing across your soft skin as he lifts the fabric from your body.
“Please what?” he asks, leaning closer, his lips hovering just over yours.
The back of his fingers glide up your arm until he’s cradling your cheek, his thumb pressed under your chin to angle your face closer.
You press yourself against him, trembling when his taut muscles flex with his purposeful movements.
“I miss you,” you whisper against his lips.
He holds you to him, just a breath away, while his hands caress every inch of your exposed skin. His eyes flit over your face, never quite focused, until his dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks with the brush of his fingers over the wetness between your legs.
His soft lips are parted with a low growl of appreciation.
“I need you to answer my question sweetheart,” he demands, teasing you.
You grind your hips onto his hand, desperate for more, but he pulls his fingers away and grips your thigh.
“Matt,” you whine.
With a soft brush of his nose, he presses his mouth to your neck, soft kisses warming your skin until his lips meet the shell of your ear.
“I’ll give you everything you want…” he croons, “but you have to tell me first.”
You tremble in his arms, your chest rising and falling with your rapid breathing.
“I want to sit on your face,” you breathe out.
He smiles against your skin before licking his lips. With a satisfied hum he slides down the bed and helps you position yourself above his face. Your fingers comb through his soft hair just as his tongue makes the first swipe over your clit.
Your grip tightens on his hair and you pull his face closer, feeling his moan vibrate through you. You lean back, reaching into his shorts and wrapping your fingers around his hard cock. He throbs in your hands, his lips closing around your clit and making you cry out his name.
The headboard smacks into the wall with every roll of your hips, Matt’s strong hands sliding up your thighs to squeeze your ass before he smacks it hard.
You grind down onto his face, his rough beard marking the delicate skin of your inner thighs and burning in the best way.
Your grip tightens around his cock, your motions faltering as you near the edge and your legs start to shake.
“Matt…” you whimper, releasing him and grabbing the headboard with both hands.
Your back arches as the orgasm rushes through you, your body writhing above him and his soft kitten licks drawing out your pleasure.
He helps you off his face, sitting you right over his cock as you slump forward and bury your head in the crook of his neck. He grabs your hips and slides your wetness over his cock, groaning in your ear.
“That’s not all you wanted; is it honey?” he murmurs.
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