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ghostofaboy · 2 months

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Pushing

Summary: Jack and Javier try something new as they continue to push each other boundaries.

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Javier Peña Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 1551

Warnings: Anal beads, mentions of deep throating, mentions of spanking, mentions of lingerie, mentions of sounding, anal gaping, Jack being a brat

Note: This as not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings.

“I hate you.”

Jack chuckled, the sounds rumbling low in his chest. “No you don’t, you fuckin’ liar.”

Javier scowled, pushing Jack’s knees up closer to his shoulder to expose his asshole. Locking eyes with Jack, Javier slowly smirked.

“You talk too fucking much, Jack.” Javier ran his tongue slowly over his lips as he took in the view. “You’re a fucking brat.”

“So what’cha gonna do, huh?” Jack grabbed his knees, pulling them back to simultaneously spread his ass open more and lift his head up to look at Javier. “What exactly are y-”

Jack’s words were cut short as Javier started to push the first bead into his waiting hole. It wasn’t that big, around the size of the tip of a thumb, but Jack couldn’t stop himself moaning as it entered him. Javier laughed softly, rubbing the lube on the next bead, slightly larger in size before easing that in too.

“You were saying?” Javier hummed, watching Jack’s cock twitch. The thick shaft moving of its own accord with the first pearls of precum forming on the tip. Leaning forward keeping his eyes locked with Jack’s, Javier gently licked the droplets away, pulling another moan from the other man.

“Fuck.” Jack let his head drop back down onto the pillow, while still holding his knees close to his shoulders.

“Yup.” Javier laughed, easing the next bead in, marvelling as Jack’s hole briefly opened before swallowing the small ball.

One by one, Javier fed five more beads into Jack’s twitching entrance. Starting from the size of a fingertip to the size of a golf ball by the time the fifth bead stretched Jack’s hole. Jack was panting, groaning and swearing as his arousal took over. Javier loved seeing Jack like this.

Since the night they’d met in a dive bar and hurriedly fuck round the back, they had been pushing each other boundaries. Trying new things, new kinks, just to see how much the other could take.

Once Jack had choked Javier on his cock, laying the DEA agent flat on a bed with his head hanging off the edge. Bit by bit, Javier had taken Jack’s cock until Jack was able to throat fuck him. Javier had come just from the obscene wet strangled sounds coming from his own throat before Jack had painted his face in his release.

Another time, Jack had surprised Javier by turning up to his office, wearing lacy lingerie. The tiny baby blue panties had stayed on while Javier spanked Jack over his knee. Jack has spilled himself untouched on his hands and knees with Javier’s fingers buried in his ass, still wearing his beautiful suspenders and stockings.

The last time they had met up, in a sleek Manhattan hotel Jack had insisted on, Javier had allowed the other man to do something Javier had always wanted to try. Javier had ended up having the most intense orgasm of his life after letting Jack sound him. Watching Jack carefully and gently insert a slim metal rod into his urethral, Javier knew that the two of them had something special. But what that was called and whether or not it could be sustained, Javier didn’t know. There seemed to be only one rule when it came to their meet ups - no shop talk.

Two more beads stretched Jack’s hole as precum dribbled out of his cock, making a small stream from his stomach down his side. Javier paused, slowly pulling the latest bead back out slightly until it sat just in Jack’s entrance. The opening yawned around the silicone ball and Javier’s cock twitched at the obscene sight.

“You got two more left.” Javier looked down at the last two beads of the chain, the final one around the size of a billiard ball. “You still good, Jack?”

“What’s it look like?” Jack lifted his head slightly, looking down towards his ass. “My-my ass? It lookin’ good?”

“Better than good, baby. Hot.” Javier laughed, giving Jack’s balls a playful tug. “Love seeing your ass stretched like this. Fucking dirty.”

Jack laughed, dropping his head again. “Fuck, then do it. Ruin my hole, Javi.”

A growl rumbled out of Javier, surprising even himself, as he tenderly eased the next bead into his lover’s expectant entrance. Jack gasped and whined as his thighs trembled. Arching his back as the black bead breached the ring of muscle, pulling it wide as it swallowed the bead. Javier paused, stroking his own cock as Jack adjusted to the bead joining its friends deep inside him, watching as the other man let out shaky breaths.

“Fuck.” Jack choked out, his cheeks flushed as he released his grip on his knees to let them drop down. “Gonna… gonna come.”

“There’s just one more.” Javier purred, leaning over Jack, still stroking his cock. “You can take it. I want to see you take it, Jack.”

“I don’t… fuck… I don’t think I’ll make it.” Jack rasped.

“You want me to start pulling them out?” Javi gently rubbed along Jack’s quivering legs.

Blinking away the heady intoxication, Jack thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Last one. I’m gonna spill, but I want it in.”

“Sure?”

“Yup.” Jack panted, opening his legs as much as he was able. “Get it past the rim. Stretch me.”

With a rush of desire, Javier climbed up Jack’s body until his lips found his lover’s. Pushing his tongue deep, Javier sloppily kissed Jack, feeling their cocks delicately nudging against each other. Moaning into Javier’s mouth, Jack’s hips instinctively jerked upwards, seeking out the friction, only for him to drop back with a needy whimper.

Pulling away and resuming his position between Jack’s legs, Javier began to apply the lube to the final bead. It hung down, grazing the bedsheets, tethered to the others by the cord as though eager to join them. Rolling it in his hands, Javi marveled at the size of it, his cock leaking at the thought of it holding Jack’s hole open for him.

Then slowly, tenderly, Javi began to ease the final bead, listening as Jack swore and huffed as it stretched his entrance open wide. As it breached, Javi felt resistance and realized it was most likely the other beads blocked the path. The result was exactly what Jack had asked for, with the bead holding his asshole open, stretching the skin taut around the black silicone.

And just as he’d said, Jack came. With a shudder and a loud, throaty moan, Jack arched his back as thick ropes began to spurt from his twitching cock. Immediately, Javi reached for him, stroking Jack’s cock through his climax, pumping his own length as he milked Jack.

Jack trembled, shooting sticky blobs over his stomach as he loudly cried Javier’s name. Javier could feel his own peak fast approaching and, letting go of Jack, moved to straddle Jack’s hips, aiming his cock towards his lover’s chest and face. Looking up at him with dazed eyes, Jack grinned, watching Javier’s hand as it began to frantically pump his burning hot length.

“Come on Javi.” Jack cooed, reaching out with a shaking hand to pinch one Javier’s nipples, pulling a growl from him. “Come on me. You look so fuckin’ gorgeous. I want your come all over me.”

Baring his teeth, Javier involuntarily twitched his hip forward as his vision went white. Time slowed as waves of pleasure washed over him, his muscles tensing, and his hand faltered as Javier’s release exploded out of him. Letting out a guttural groaning cry, Javier painted Jack’s chest and chin with his seed, prompting Jack to stick is tongue out in a vain attempt to catch some of the salty come.

Finally, his strokes became too much as his orgasm abated and Javier slumped backwards, sitting between Jack’s legs once more, gazing into his gaping bead filled ass. Jack lay boneless on the bed, drenched in sweat, his hair plastered to his head. Javier had to smile at the massive grin on Jack’s lips, clearly still reeling from his intense climax.

“Wait there.” Javier croaked out, climbing off the bed on shaking legs and grabbing his phone from his jacket on the floor.

“Fuck. Are you serious? I need you to pull them out now.” Jack whined. “Javi, please? It’s too much. They’re still rubbin’ my-”

“I know.” Javier shushed Jack, lifting the phone up and opening the camera. “I want photos first. This is too fucking good. You look fucking obscene and I want to remember.”

“Nooo.” Jack scowled, sticking his bottom lip out and giving Javier his biggest pleading eyes. “Please?”

“Keep still.” Javier commanded, his flaccid dick feeling a jolt of electricity as Jack immediately obeyed. “Photos first. Then I’ll pull them out. Be a good boy, you know how to do that, don't you.”

As Javier clicked away, filling his photo is shot after shot of Jack, the come and his yawning hole, Jack continued to pout but remained still. Finally, satisfied that he had enough photos, Javier switch his camera to video mode, kneeling between Jack’s quivering thighs and propping the phone up for the best view.

“All right cowboy.” Javier hit record before taking hold of the handle at the end of the bead chain. “You ready for part two?”

#agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #javier peña #kingman #kingsman: the golden circle #narcos #pedro pascal character fiction

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daddydindjarin · 1 year

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The Long and Winding Road Part V: The Revelation

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no physical description of the Reader given)

Rating: 18+ Explicit, PIV, no protection (wrap it up folks)!

Wordcount: 5169

Summary: An understanding and a talk about feelings, followed by pure action.

A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics! Thank you to @the-ginger-hedge-witch and @djarinsbeskar who are my absolute rocks, and looked over this for me about a thousand times while I cried in the corner cause I’m a nervous bean. And thank you as always to my discord besties for encouraging me, and screaming with me over Francisco Morales.

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A bright sun.

Leaves filtering the light, casting shadows on grass that was too green to be real.

A gentle breeze softening the afternoon heat as it danced over your skin.

Frankie leaning against the tree, watching the leaves move with the breeze, and then finding your eyes and smiling somehow brighter than the sun, his arm extending, reaching for your hand.

Your hand passing through his without so much as a whisper of a touch.

Frankie frowns, standing straight. You watch his panic rise, not understanding what was happening. You raise your hand to the sun, watching the light through your now opaque hand, before finding Franking again. Tears burn behind your eyes, and you long to touch him, your hand hovering over his arms. He’s yelling, but no sound escapes him, you can’t hear anything.

Not him, not the leaves, not your own heart beating.

You close your eyes and try to feel the sun one more time before feeling nothing at all.

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The coffee percolating was what pulled you from your dreams (nightmare?) and into the land of the living. You laid under the covers for a few more moments, shaking the dream away, trying not to read too much into it. It was just the alcohol, you told yourself, burying your face deeper into the pillows.

“Good morning,” Frankie called from possibly the bathroom, laughing at your answering groan. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you replied from under the covers, unsure if he heard you. You opened your mouth to ask him if he was hungover too, remembering all the drinks you consumed last night, but in your rewind of the night, you don’t remember Frankie drinking much at all. What you do remember is him taking care of you, him making you drink water, him giving you a ride back to the hotel on his back, and…

And….

Your face burns, recalling how you undressed in front of him, desperate to have his hands on you. The alcohol had made you brave, and you had begged him for more than he was willing to give, a gentleman to his core. You pull the covers tighter over your head, embarrassment flooding your body.

How were you going to face him? Sure, you could just blame it on the alcohol, but it was you making those choices, uninhibited by self-restraint and respect for him. You had just decided on living the rest of your days under these blankets when you felt the bed dip next to you.

“You gonna come out, or are you gonna spend all day under there worrying about something you shouldn’t be worried about?”

You peeked your head out from under the covers, and Frankie was there, giving you a crooked smile, and holding out a glass of water for you. “You need to drink some of this, and then you can have coffee.”

Neither of you moved, guilt clawing at the back of your throat and sitting like a rock in your stomach until it forced itself up and past your lips. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes downcast, tracing the stitching on the blanket. “I’m so sorry that I acted like that.”

Frankie shook his head, looking earnest. “You don’t have to apologize, you’re okay.”

Your cheeks burned, glancing up at his kind face and bright eyes. He was backlit by the morning sun, giving his dark hair a halo of light, making him look like the angel you considered him. You wanted him so badly, your fingers twitching against the blanket. You moved suddenly, throwing the blanket off your legs, and scrambling off the side of the bed.

Frankie jerked, his hands moving in your direction, “Hey, wha-“

“Shower!” You blurted out, pulling at the hem of your shirt. “I’m gonna go shower. Make myself human again.”

You grabbed the first clean looking piece of clothing you could find, refusing to look in Frankie’s direction, but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. As you slid the bathroom door shut, you snuck a glance in his direction, catching the way his jaw clenched before he disappeared from view.

‘What is wrong with me?’ You thought, stripping down, tossing your sleep mussed clothes into the corner on top of Frankie’s. You turned the water about as hot as it could go, and stood on the cold tile while steam filled the bathroom. Brushing your teeth quickly, you watched yourself in the mirror, glaring at the mascara on your cheeks, hating that this is what Frankie had to see.

Of course, he probably felt bad for you, and like he had to take care of you. Which was something you didn’t want- not from him, not from anyone.

But, you thought, stepping into the burning water, and sighing as your muscles instantly relaxed, Frankie didn’t seem like the type who would just hang around you out of some misguided sense of obligation. He was a good guy, and getting you back to the hotel safe and in one piece was just who he was a person. He’d have done it for a stranger, you were sure, because that’s just who Frankie was. Plain and simple, he was good.

You could write off part of last night, but what about everything else? The way he paid attention to how you liked your tea in the morning and afternoon, always preferring that to coffee.

The way he had picked up on your medication time frame, and would check that you hadn’t forgotten to take it as you were wont to do. He wouldn’t have spent time learning these small things about you if it was just him being good. Wouldn’t have picked you up from the side of the road, or bandaged your knee. Wouldn’t have touched you so tenderly, like you were a precious stone, easy to break, but put back together with a band-aid and kiss.

Wouldn’t have turned you down when he had the opportunity to lean into your booze filled decisions, or said the things he did.

You mulled this revelation over, feeling your heart beat a pattern that would match the beat Frankie’s fingers would drum on the steering wheel. You still had reservations about your feelings, but Frankie made it so easy to care for him. He was kind, and genuine, putting your feelings and needs above his own, even when you wished he wouldn’t. He was respectful, and had proven time and time again that he wasn’t one to take advantage of you. Would it really be so bad to let him in? To share yourself with him completely for however long the two of you had left?

The water started cooling, and you turned it off, quickly drying yourself off and pulling on your clothes- a pair of sweatpants and a Tampa Bay Titans t-shirt that definitely belonged to Frankie, that you grabbed by accident. You could throw on your sleep shirt again, but Frankie’s scent soothed your frayed nerves, so you slipped it on, breathing deeply and sliding open the door, met with the sight of Frankie still sitting where you left him, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His jaw clenched and unclenched, and when he finally met you, you watched his eyes visibly darken, his tongue running across his lower lip, drawing your eyes to trace its path, wishing it was your own.

He was silent for a beat, and then asked, “Did you mean it?”

“What?” You replied, your eyes darting up to meet his. There was a fire behind his eyes, and you were frozen, unable to move as he continued.

“You said that you wanted me last night,” he replied, his gaze steady, never wavering from your own. “Did you mean that? I’m not going to be upset if that’s not the case, or anything like that. I get what it’s like not being in your right state of mind, and just saying things. But I need to know if you meant it.”

You straightened, your fingers clenched, nerves lighting up with anxiety. “I meant it Frankie. I meant every word.” Watching his face closely for any sign of disgust, or pity. “I’ve felt this way for the last few weeks, if we’re being honest.”

Frankie grinned and stood, coming to a stop in front of you in two large steps. “I felt it too,” he said in a low voice, his fingers grazing your hand where it hung by your side. “Probably since the first day.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, anticipation mounting. You knew there was still a lot you needed to say, more you needed to think about but right now? Right now nothing else mattered except Frankie and the way he was looking at you. “Frankie?” you murmured, turning your hand to link your fingers together loosely, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah?” he responded, his eyes moving down to your mouth, and you resisted the urge to bite your lip.

“If I asked you to kiss me right now, what would you do?”

“Well,” he said, his hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, squeezing the sensitive skin there slightly. “I’d probably have to kiss you, if you asked me nicely.”

“Frankie?” You were a hair’s breadth away from him, watching the storm rage in his eyes, his eyes so dark there was very little brown left.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

The words had barely left your mouth, and his lips were on yours, soft but insistent in the way they molded to you. He smelled like sleep and sun, and you breathed in against him as you pulled away for air for just a moment, before you came crashing back together. His tongue brushed your bottom lip and you opened for him, not able to stop the whimper that fell from your lips.

Frankie groaned at the sound, his other hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer, until you were flush against him, every inch of you touching him, your hands buried in his curls, and gently tugging. Everything seems to come to a halt around you, and you didn’t care if you were struck by lightning at that moment, as long as Frankie kept kissing you.

His lips moved to your jaw, peppering kisses along it, nipping at your chin. Your head tilted to the side, giving him unfettered access to your neck. He seized the opportunity and lavished his attention there, his fingers at your back finding your skin under your thin sleep shirt, firm in their quest to pull you closer to him. He felt like fire and ice at once, lighting you up from the outside as he made you shiver, his kisses more insistent with every sigh that he pulled from you.

His hands on your hips pulled you with him as he started walking backwards, pulling you with him towards the bed, but refusing to halt in kissing you. His knees hit the mattress and he stumbled back, sitting down heavily, and you laughed softly as he looked up at you, almost pouting that he had to stop kissing you. “C’mere, baby,” he murmured, pulling you down to straddle his thighs.

Your knees rested on the mattress on either side of his legs, hovering over him slightly, worried to put too much weight down on him. Frankie was having none of that, his large hands spreading across your ass and groping you, practically spreading you for him from behind. You gasped, pushing your ass back into his hands as he pushed you down against him while his hips jerked upwards to meet him. You dropped your hips, grinding against his growing bulge, clinging to him for all you were worth. The friction against your clit wasn’t nearly enough to do anything but make your pussy weep, your underwear a causality in your desperation for this man. His arms banded around your waist, helping you move against him as he sucked a bruise on your collarbone.

“Fuck baby,” he gasped out, his hips jerking under you. You whined in response, tugging firmly on his curls to get his mouth back on yours. He evaded your lips, his nose instead nudging against yours gently, and you slowed down, your hips slowly rolling against him.

“Feels good,” you whispered, dragging your mouth along his patchy beard, placing a kiss at a heart shaped bare patch that you had been obsessed with for a while. “I may have gotten over-excited.”

“No, Hermosa, don’t apologize for feeling good,” he said, his hands rubbing up and down your back. “I just want to savor you. Want to take my time with you. And if we keep going like this, I’m gonna end up cumming in fuckin’ pants.”

You grinned down at him, hands cupping his cheeks to press a sweet kiss to his mouth. You stayed like that for a few moments, trading kisses like secrets, your hips not stopping their circuit, just enjoying the feeling of his length brushing your core just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Feel what you do to me, Hermosa?” Frankie gasped out, his fingers digging into your hips so hard you were sure they were going to leave bruises. “Need you to lay back.”

He helped to reposition you on your back, pausing to practically rip his shirt off of his back, before he kissed away your pout, and started moving down your body, his fingers feather-light against your skin. He skimmed the neckline of your- his- shirt, his fingers grazing the tops of your breast, and your back arched into his touch, your fingers gripping his arms, your eyes roving over his golden skin. “Please, Frankie…”

“You look good in my clothes, baby. Feel free to wear them any time.” Grinning, he slipped your shirt up and over your head, his fingers coming back to dance along the underside of your breasts. “Goddamn,” he breathed, his mouth finding the stiff peak of your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking harshly and moving to show the same attention to your other one. “Fucking beautiful.”

You blushed, gripping the sheets beneath you, trying to find something to ground you as Frankie mapped his way down your body, dipping his fingers under your sweats. His hands ran up and down your thighs, his eyes catching yours. “Can I take these off, Hermosa?” It sounded like a plea, like a man begging for absolution that only you could give.

Nodding, you lifted your hips so Frankie could pull them off you, throwing them to the floor, and then he sat back and just…looked. You watched his eyes roam every part of you, taking in every mark he’d left on your body so far, his eyes calculating where he still had yet to leave others. His hand stroked the inside of your thighs, pushing gently. “Let me see you, pretty girl.”

You spread your thighs, and he pushed them open farther, far enough to get his broad shoulders between them as he settled on the mattress on his stomach. He pressed a kiss directly to the top of your mound, and then parted your folds with his nose, breathing you in.

“Frankie,” you gasped out, feeling his lips graze softly over your clit, your hips jerking off the bed. His long arms circle your thighs, holding you down and into place as he grumbles against your sensitive skin.

“Need you to stay still for me, Hermosa. Let me taste you,” he licked a stripe up the center of your pussy, his tongue barely dipping inside of you, and then coming back to your clit. He teased around the edges, taking his time, savoring the taste of you, interrupted only by his groans, and praises. Telling you how good you tasted, how perfect you were for him, how badly he wanted you.

And then he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, and you were seeing stars.

You couldn’t have stopped your hips moving if you had tried, reaching the crest of your orgasm faster than you ever had. You rolled your hips against his face, begging him for more, your fingers gripping the sheets so hard you thought they would rip. He drank heavily from the source, your slick and his spit coating your skin and his.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” his voice was thick with want and full of awe. His hand moved to your entrance, your walls giving away easily under the constant pressure of his finger. He pumped in and out slowly, letting you get used to the feeling before adding a second. You leaned into the stretch of him, clenching down when he found that sweet spot inside of you that you could never quite reach with your own fingers, and you practically mewled for him like a cat in heat.

“Fuckin’ use me to get off sweetheart. Sensitive little thing, aren’t you? I barely touched you and you’re gonna come for me again, huh? Gonna fuck yourself on my fingers?”

“Please, please, please,” you pleaded, practically writing under him. He was right, you were quickly approaching a second orgasm, between the way he was expertly playing with your clit with his tongue, his fingers pistoning inside you, and his goddamn voice talking you through your high. “Need you, Frankie. Want you.”

“C’mon, sweetheart, come for me again. Lemme see you come on my fingers.” He didn’t stop moving, but you felt him add a third finger, the stretch burning slightly and you hissed, it turning into a whine as he slowed down slightly. “Gotta get you ready for me baby, need you to come again. Can you do that for me?”

His hand picked up speed again, and he hummed his approval as you humped against his hand, his tongue swirling against your sensitive nub. You felt his teeth graze you, and he pressed up with his fingers inside you and you were done for, cumming so hard you sat up, your abdominal muscles clenching in protest at the onslaught of tension rippling across your body. He didn’t let up, fucking into you faster than it seemed possible till you were gushing around him, and you could just barely hear the obscene sounds of him drinking you down over your pounding heart.

You released the sheets to curl your fingers into his hair, pulling him up and away from your pussy as your sensitivity started to turn to just this side of painful. He pulled his fingers from you slowly, his eyes meeting yours as he greedily stuck them into his mouth to suck the remaining juice from them with a smirk. You laughed, pulling him down to lay fully on top of you, his hand leaving his mouth to reset both of them on either side of your head as he kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, heady and tangy, his mustache and chin glistening with your arousal.

You wrapped your tongue around his, taking everything he had to offer and more, determined to show him how much you cared for him, and how appreciative you were in a kiss. Your body was loose, legs shaking, but you were ready for more. You didn’t think you’d ever want less of whatever Frankie wanted to give you. Your hands slid from the back of his neck to skim across his firm chest, marveling at how warm he was, not for the first time. You had joked before that he was a massive space heater, and he felt good against your still shaking hands.

You traced your way down his body as the two of you kissed, and you could feel him, hot and heavy against your thigh. You felt the banded muscles in his arms, and the thickness of his wrist. You dipped into the contours of his back, his skin rippling as he moved above, and you smiled into his mouth- he kissed with his entire body. You razed his sides, making a note of the way he jerked slightly- ticklish?- and lavished attention on his stomach, slightly rounded but firm, a dusting of hair leading down to where you were most interested at this moment in time. You played with his happy trail for a minute, fingers smoothing over the soft hair there, before your hand slipped under his pants and you gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and gently squeeze.

Frankie breathed in deeply through his nose, refusing to leave your lips even as his hips jerked under your hold on him, the restraint he was showing immense. His hips moved ever so slightly as your hand slid to the tip to gather the precum he was dribbling into his underwear, leaving a wet, sticky patch in the fabric of his pants. You fingers were coated in him, and you pumped him slowly, delighting in the way he whimpered into your mouth. You grinned, pulling away for air, and to look at his face, wanting to see the way you were affecting him.

His mouth was open slightly, the tips of his ears red, his eyes hooded and gaze dark as you kept your movements up. He was fucking beautiful, and His breathing was becoming more labored, and you picked up speed, but his hand shot down to grab your wrist, pulling it away from him with a groan. “You’re determined to make me cum in pants, aren’t you?” He panted, and your hands landed firmly on his hips, pushing his pants down as far as you could reach till his cock sprang out, bobbing heavily. Your mouth was practically watering, and you felt the impatience rising, wanting him inside of you now, your trance only broken by a quiet, “ah, shit.”

You looked up at him, his face etched with concern. “What?” you asked, feeling your chest tighten. “Frankie, what’s wrong?”

He sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. “Baby, I don’t have a condom.”

Gently cupping his cheeks, you kissed him gently, smiling up at him. “It’s okay. I have a birth control implant, and I got tested before we left. Are you clean?”

Frankie nodded, pressing a kiss into your palm. “Got tested about 6 months ago and I haven’t slept with anyone since then.”

You grinned, dropping a kiss on his lips, your hands sliding down to his hips. “Good, that’s settled then.”

Frankie still looked unsure, balancing on one hand to grasp your chin with his other, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Are you one hundred percent sure? You can say no right now, and I’m not going to be upset.”

You laughed, lifting your hips slightly, letting him brush against your wet folds. “Frankie, am I going to have to ask you nicely to fuck me too?”

He chuckled, kissing you softly again, and shaking his head. “I just don’t want to be something you regret.”

He had laughed while saying that, but your heart ached for the honestly behind the seemingly lighthearted words. Someone had once made him feel as though he was something to be ashamed of, something to regret, and you made a silent promise that you would die before ever letting Frankie feel that way with you.

“Frankie, I promise you, this is what I want. I want you, in whatever way you’re comfortable having me. But I would very much like to have you inside me.”

His eyes darkened again, and he kissed you once more, no longer soft and gentle. This was a demanding kiss, and you whined softly as he took himself in hand and started rubbing the fat tip of his cock through your folds, coming to rest against your clit as he slowly rocked there, the head catching on every down stroke. You could feel your breath picking up as he notched himself at your entrance, pushing forward slowly.

The stretch of him was magnificent, the pleasure drowning out the burn from taking his girth. Frankie was massive, and he was taking his time opening you up, watching where he was disappearing inside of you. “Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn tight.”

He kept moving forward until he was hilted, pausing to give you time to adjust to him inside you. You were already blissed out, so full you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You felt as though you had no control over your body, your back arching slightly from the pleasure. “Frankie, move, please,” you could hear the high litany of your voice pleading with him, and he groaned when you clenched down on him, his voice raspy as he started to move.

“So fucking perfect,” he said, sitting back on his heels for more leverage. It changed the angle enough to push him that much deeper, and you met him thrust for thrust. “So goddamn wet, and tight, and perfect.”

He was babbling now, a never ending stream of filth leaving his mouth as his thrusts got harder, and deeper. You were gushing around his cock, the obscene squelch of your joining only making it that much hotter for you. You could hear yourself begging him for something, but fuck if you knew what for, unable to think of anything beside the way he was making you feel.

You felt him press firmly on your lower abdomen, and you couldn’t stop the shout that left you, your hips bucking under his hand.

“Feel that baby?” he asked, not waiting for your answer, “Can feel my cock all the way up here, fucking you so deep. Gonna keep you on my cock till you can’t take it any more.”

That sounded perfect to you, you thought, your hands reaching for something, anything, and finding his, your fingers linking together as his pace started to falter. He moved his hand from your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, and you came suddenly, your body seizing around him, clenching against him as your back arched off the bed.

Frankie let out a strangled noise, fucking you through your orgasm, watching you fall over the peak and land in a daze. He was still talking to you, letting you know how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how you were practically sucking him in with how hard you were clenching around him. He wasn’t far behind you, fucking you at a brutual pace, and begging you with a “Where baby? Tell me where to cum. Please, fuck, please tell me.”

“Inside,” you whined, wrapping your legs tightly around his back, your arms reaching up to pull him down to you, “cum inside me, Frankie. Wanna feel you dripping out of me.”

He whimpered, giving you a few more hard thrusts before you felt the hot ropes of his spend burning you from the inside out, his arms shaking from the effort of holding himself above you. You tugged at him gently and he all but collapsed against you, his head resting against your chest as he eased his full body weight down on you, which was exactly what you wanted. Your breaths matched, both chests heaving against the exertion. He was still inside you, the fullness satiating you further, basking in the afterglow. You smoothed the hair back from his sweaty forehead and dropped a kiss to it, brushing another to his nose, and when he tilted his face up to look at you, you softly kissed his lips, the backs of your fingers caressing the high point of his cheek.

The two of you stayed like that until he was soft enough to slip from inside you, your face heating up as you felt him dripping from you and onto the bed sheets. You idly thought that you should have put a towel down, sorry for the housekeepers that were going to have to clean this up after you. Frankie shifted, pushing up and off of you, hovering over your body, his eyes raking over you, and you’d feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the way his cum was still leaking for your body, something you didn’t think you’d find as hot as you did.

“Shit, Hermosa,” he grunted, watching you squeeze your thighs together to help slow the dribble. “Keep making that face, and we might not leave this bed.”

You laughed, raising your arms to stroke gentle paths up and down your body. “That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea to me, not if you’re in the bed with me.”

He groaned, tearing his eyes away from where your hands cupped your breasts, lifting them towards him slightly in an offering. “Who is this bruja, and what has she done with the sweet girl who was scared to share a bed with me?” He pushed himself off the bed, heading for the bathroom. You heard the water run, and then he was reappearing with a washcloth, the bed dipping under the weight of his knee. His large palm ran up the inside of your leg, and pushed them open, spreading them wide enough to help clean you up, erasing the traces of him from your skin.

“I was nervous about sharing a bed,” you said, your voice catching on your embarrassment, “because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with how much I wanted you. Didn’t want to chase you off.”

Frankie nodded, tossing the washcloth into the corner, and he flopped down next to you, pulling you into the circle of his arms. “Believe it or not, I was worried about the same thing. Been worried about it since Savannah.”

“Really?” You laughed, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. “I would have never guessed.”

“Really,” he replied, the crinkles by his eyes prominent as he smiled at you. “All those little shorts you got? Thought I was gonna go crazy, you sitting next to me all leg and not being able to touch you.”

You grinned, snuggling into him. “Well, sir, you can touch me as much as you want. I promise I don’t mind.”

“Careful little girl,” he shot back, his arms squeezing just a hair tighter. “Don’t tempt me, or you definitely won’t be leaving this bed.”

Mischief danced across your features as your hand snuck down between you, your fingers finding your still soaked slit. You gathered the moisture on your fingers before cupping him, feeling him starting to harden in your grasp. “Seems like you’re up for the challenge.”

With a growl, he flipped your positions, biting gently at your shoulder as you squealed and laughed with him, happiness settling deep in your stomach.

When housekeeping knocked a few hours later, twin shouts of “We’re okay,” were heard from outside, followed by more laughter and the unmistakable sound of the bed frame knocking against the wall. You didn’t leave the room until well into the afternoon, holding hands as you walked into the French Quarter again.

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Continuing the Way - Chapter Six

Summary: Mariana tells Din and her coworkers the news.

Rating: PG

The moment Mariana walked through the door, Din knew something was bothering her. His plan to tell her about his encounter with Isard was forgotten. “You’re home early. What’s wrong?,” he asked as she dropped her bag on the table.

“Nothing,” she said. “I just wasn’t getting much work done so I decided to come home and see my favorite boys.” She dropped to her knees and hugged the boys, who had come running as soon as they heard her unlocking the door.

“Mommy, bad man came,” Cabur told her. “Daddy said NO. I said you go! Bad man went away.” He acted out the whole scene, shaking his finger as he told her how Din had said “No” and pointing fiercely as he told her how he’d told Isard to go away.

“A bad man?” Mariana asked, looking up at Din.

He shrugged. “We ran into Jado Isard on the way home from the park,” he said briefly. “I had to tell him no again, but this time I think he got the message, thanks to Cabur.” He tousled the boy’s hair. Ad’ika shot him a sideways glance, but remained silent, letting his brother take all the credit. Din made a mental note to slip Ad’ika a little extra dessert before bedtime.

“Well, that must have been exciting,” Mariana said. “Why don’t we get cleaned up for dinner and you can tell me all about it while we eat?”

She seemed distracted as she helped him wash the boys’ hands and faces, and picked half-heartedly at her dinner. “Something’s up,” he said quietly, while the boys were busy eating. “Tell me.”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just a little tired.”

Din watched her closely. Her eyes looked a bit red, and the skin around them was puffy. She’d been crying.

“You had that med clinic appointment today,” he realized, blurting it out before thinking. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she insisted, a fake smile on her face. “I’m perfectly healthy, cyar’ika. I just … I have a little problem at work that’s been bothering me.” She shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it later, after the boys are asleep.”

She wouldn’t lie to him, so he took her at her word. Physically, she was fine, which was a relief, and he knew she’d confide in him when she was ready. Still, he did his best to tire the boys out after dinner so they’d be ready for bed early. If Mariana noticed, she gave no indication, her nose buried in her data pad as she studied for her upcoming exams.

Din bathed the boys himself, which he’d been doing a lot lately anyway, with Mariana working late so often and tucked them in with a bedtime story about a baby Mythosaur that he’d made up in desperation one night, and that had become one of Cabur’s favorites. When both boys finally drifted off to sleep, Din kissed them goodnight and went to join Mariana on the couch.

“Okay, they’re asleep,” he said. “So tell me what’s bothering you.”

Mariana put her data pad aside. “I … I just have a decision to make,” she began hesitantly. “One I don’t want to have to make but one that’s unavoidable.”

Din took her hand. “Tell me,” he urged.

She sighed. “You know I’ve been asked to coordinate the bibliography project for the Galactic History Consortium.” He nodded. “And I have classes. And I’m working for Professor Ti’lik.” She paused and he knew she was fighting back tears. “I’m going to have to give up something,” she said quietly. “Either the bibliography project or classes next term. I … I can’t do both.”

“Why not?” Din asked. “I thought Ti’lik was giving you some time off from her research project so you can concentrate on the Consortium project.”

“She is, but … there’s another project that I didn’t know about,” she said with a strange smile.

Din shook his head. “I’m confused.”

“When I was at the med clinic, I asked about replacing my contraceptive implant when it expires,” she said. “But turns out I was a little confused about the dates and it already expired … so I asked if we could replace it now and the doctor said she couldn’t.”

“Why not?” Din asked, although he was starting to suspect the answer.

“Because there’s no point in having an implant when you’re already pregnant,” Mariana said, squeezing his hand.

“A baby?” Din asked. “We’re having another baby?” He knew Mariana had mixed feelings about being pregnant right now but he felt a grin creeping over his face.

“Yes,” she said. He kissed her, then sat back. Her eyes were brimming with tears.

“You’re happy, aren’t you?,” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” she said quickly. “I just … the timing isn’t good … I was so excited about the Consortium project and I only have a few classes left to finish for my degree.” She pressed her forehead against his. “I don’t know what to do, Din.”

“What do you want to do?,” he asked.

“I want to do it all,” she said, exasperated. “I want to finish my degree, and work on the project for the Consortium, and the project for Professor Ti’lik, and be a good mother, and … I just can’t. I can’t do it all.” She started sobbing quietly and Din wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he whispered. “You don’t have to do it all. I’m here. We’ll figure this out.” He rubbed her back as she cried onto his shoulder.

“I can’t give up my job,” she said into his shirt. “We’d lose the subsidized housing, and the health care, and my free tuition. But if I keep working, I can’t take classes next term. Maybe not even the term after that.”

“You can’t quit school,” Din said.

“But the job is more important right now,” she said. “We’ve got the boys to think of.”

“Then keep working for Ti’lik and give up the Consortium project,” he suggested. “I know it’s a big deal, and a great move career-wise, but getting your degree is the most important thing, after the family.”

She sighed against him. “I know,” she said. “I just … I was supposed to meet with Professor Dane next week to give him an outline of my proposal for the project. Now I’ll have to tell him I can’t do it. I feel like I’m letting him down.”

“You aren’t letting anyone down, cyar’ika,” Din said. “You’re putting your family first. And the project isn’t even really off the ground yet, so it shouldn’t be too hard for him to find someone else to coordinate it.”

He kept on talking, comforting her as best he could, all while the thought, Another baby, another baby, we’re having another babybounced around inside his head. Finally, she pulled away from his shoulder enough to look him in the eye.

“Thank you,” she said. “I know you want to celebrate, and believe me, my love, I am truly happy about this.” She ran her finger down his nose, then let the tip linger on his lips. “I just wasn’t prepared for it.”

He smiled against her finger, then kissed it gently. “It’s a nice surprise,” he said.

“And at least this time when I found out, you were here, not off on some quest to preserve the honor of Mandalore,” she said, snuggling close.

“Um, about that …,” Din said.

She sat up, looking him in the eye. “What?”

“Before I told Isard to get lost again, he told me why he wanted my help,” he said carefully. “He claims to have the location of the wreck of an Old Republic ship that is rumored to have a cargo that included a large stash of beskar. He needs to pay off a debt to a Hutt, and he offered me half of whatever’s left after he pays that off … and all the beskar.” He looked down, ashamed to keep her gaze. “I … I was tempted. For about thirty seconds, until Ad’ika brought me to my senses.”

“We have enough beskar,” Mariana chided him softly, taking his hand and caressing his ring.

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I sent a comm to the Mand’alor before you got home. I told her what Isard told me, and suggested she send someone to ‘persuade’ him to divulge the coordinates to her. If that cache of beskar really does exist, no one deserves it more than the people of Mandalore.”

“And you’re willing to let the glory of repatriating it go to someone else?,” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “A Mandalorian should retrieve it. And I’m not a Mandalorian anymore.”

She kissed him slowly. “No, you aren’t,” she said as she pulled back. “Are you okay with that?”

He slipped one arm behind her to pull her close, while the other pressed against her belly, searching for the child he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel yet, but that he already loved so fiercely. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’m your husband. Ad’ika and Cabur’s father. This child’s father. That’s more than enough for me.”

***************************** The first thing Mariana did when she arrived at work the next day was contact the department secretary to find out Professor Dane’s schedule. He had two lectures in the morning, with a twenty minute break between them, and she set a reminder on her data pad so she could be at the lecture hall in time to catch him during the break.

Then she told Professor Ti’lik the news. “I am overjoyed for you,” Ti’lik said, wrapping here in an embrace so tight, Mariana was afraid she might have damaged a rib. “Bearing an offspring is a tremendous honor among my species. Of course, our gestation is much longer than yours, and entails a great deal of sacrifice of time and physical strength.” She’d told Mariana a bit about the ordeal of bearing her two offspring years ago, of the time spent sitting still so the fragile egg inside her gestation pocket did not break, of the long months after the egg hatched protecting the youngling as it grew in the pocket, of the arduous process of extracting the offspring from the pocket when it had grown large enough to survive in the outside world. It made human pregnancy seem like a minor inconvenience.

“Thank you,” she told Ti’lik once she could breathe again. “I need to talk to Professor Dane between his morning lectures, if that’s okay.”

Ti’lik huffed. “You don’t have to ask my permission, you know that.”

Mariana fidgeted with the items on her desk, not getting a bit of work done, until it was time to leave for the lecture hall. Professor Dane was just finishing up his first lecture when she arrived, and she waited in the hallway until the last student was gone.

“Mariana!” Dane said when he saw her come in. “I thought our meeting was next week!”

“It is,” she said. “But I needed to talk to you about something that can’t wait until then.”

He waved her further into the room and offered her a seat in the front row of the lecture hall, then sat down next to her. “What is it?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m … I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your offer to coordinate the Consortium Bibliography project,” she said quietly.

Dane blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he said. “I just got a comm yesterday from Sian Tevv saying you’d asked him to join your team. He was very excited.”

“I know,” Mariana said. “But my situation has changed since I contacted him. I’m not going to have as much free time next term as I thought I would.”

“Why not? Professor Ti’lik said you’re ahead of schedule on her project,” Dane frowned.

“I found out yesterday that I’m pregnant,” she said.

“Congratulations,” Dane said. “But I still don’t understand why you have to give up the Consortium project.”

Mariana shook her head. “I can’t work for Ti’lik and take classes and do the bibliography project and still take care of myself,” she admitted. “I have to keep working, or I’ll lose the subsidized housing and my health care access. And I can’t quit school when I’m so close to getting my degree. My husband and I talked it over and it makes the most sense that I give up the Consortium project now while you have time to find someone else to take over.”

Dan sat back and nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like you’ve thought this out thoroughly,” he said after a moment, “but you’re forgetting one important bit of information.”

“What?” Mariana asked. “I’ve gone over the situation a million times.” She sighed in frustration.

Dane leaned forward and patted her hand. “One of the requirements for receiving a degree is completing a capstone project,” he said. “I don’t see why you can’t use the Consortium project for that. That way you’ll still earn credits this term without having to take any classes.”

“But, I thought I had to finish all the required courses before I could start a capstone,” she said.

Dane shrugged. “It’s not the way we normally do things, but we don’t normally hire undergraduates as research assistants, either.” He sat forward. “Ti’lik went out on a limb to hire you, and frankly some of us thought she was being a bit foolish, but you both proved us wrong, Mariana. I want you to join the department as soon as you’re qualified, and if we have to make a few unorthodox accommodations to make that happen, so be it.”

She sat back in her seat. Could it possibly be this easy to resolve her dilemma? “You don’t know what a relief this is,” she said after a long moment. “I’ve been fretting about this ….” She started laughing. “I guess that’s why you’re the professor and I’m still the student, right?”

Dane patted her shoulder. “The student will soon surpass the teacher,” he said, “but I’m glad I still have the advantage.” He stood up. “I need to prepare for my next lecture, but we’ll talk more at our meeting next week. And don’t worry about next term. We’ll work it all out. The most important thing is that you take care of yourself and that baby.” He smiled. “Give my best to your husband and those adorable boys of yours.”

Mariana was surprised. She’d never shown Professor Dane any holos of her sons. He chuckled. “Ti’lik showed me a holo she took on the day of the employee picnic,” he explained. “She is quite enamored of the older one. I think it’s because she has those green patches on her arms.” He winked. Ti’lik was very proud of her green patches, which meant she’d borne offspring, but she got gently teased by her colleagues for sometimes going a bit too far to show them off.

Her heart was much lighter as she walked back to the office. Ti’lik was not there, so she took the opportunity to comm Din and tell him what Professor Dane had said.

“Oh, cyar’ika, that’s wonderful,” he said, before ducking out of camera range to grab at something that one of the boys had pulled off the table where he’d propped his data pad. “Leave that alone,” his muffled voice said. “I’m talking to Mommy.” His head popped back into view. “Sorry about that. Cabur distracted me while Ad’ika stole my sonic spanner.”

“What are you fixing that needs a sonic spanner?,” she asked, stifling a laugh.

“Building a spaceship,” he said matter of factly. He held up a jumble of metal about the size of his forearm. “It was decided that the tauntauns need their own ship.” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“Well, good luck with that,” she said. “I’ll be home early tonight.”

“We’ll have dinner waiting for you,” Din said before a loud crash echoed behind him. “Kriff, what are you doing now, Ad’ika?” The comm link went dark and Mariana stopped stifling her laugh. She giggled for a good five minutes before she was able to get her mind back on her work.

Welcome to the circus, little one, she thought, addressing the child in her belly for the first time. Now that the initial shock had worn off, and her worries about work and school had been allayed, she was able to enjoy the prospect of bringing another Djarin into the world. I just hope the galaxy can handle five of us.

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Just The Boys Masterlist

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This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for fictional male characters who did not have enough content to justify being on their own masterlists. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

The shortest list by far: only contains Quinn McKenna and Marcus Moreno 😅 but that can change in a heartbeat

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A Halo Of Holly Part 1 & Part 2 WITH MARCUS MORENO (Pedro Pascal) from We Can Be Heroes (2019) | 1.3k & 2.3k words | 1940′s Christmas AU you are a single mother and your sons best friend has a handsome single father, so isn’t falling in love fated?

Day Twenty Two: Thigh Riding WITH CAPTAIN QUINN MCKENNA (Boyd Holbrook) from Predators (2018) | 1.3k words | hunting a hyper deadly alien shouldn’t be this boring, but at least your boss is hot and pressed up against you

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LIKE IT’S THE LAST TIME || 900 words

Tw: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected piv, public, creampie, belly bulge, gun use.

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“Yeah… shit…yeah…like that.”

Joel’s low growling always turns you on more than any dirty talk ever could. His forehead is sweaty, teeth are mercilessly biting his lower lip as he’s trying not to blow his load into you just yet.

You’re riding his cock in a stuffy car, knees planted on the back seat to help him plunge his length deeper into your hot core. Only the condensation on the windows hides your indecent public behavior, doing a poor job at that as a few passers-by have already done a double take after glancing inside your car.

You don’t care. On days like this one you can’t let go of each other, lips kissing, tongues licking, hands grabbing one another like it’s your last time.

He playfully slaps your ass and you gasp, a little smile dancing on your heated face.

“’m I taking it good, Joel?”

The man hums, the sound muffled as he’s nuzzling a spot between your breasts. The scruff on his cheeks and chin is rubbing your sensitive skin but this little discomfort won’t stop you from chasing your ecstasy. Your pussy feels so good bouncing on his throbbing cock.

Joel moans through the gritted teeth and pride blooms in your heart when this big dangerous man forgets how to speak, forgets about everything, completely lost in the sensations your body is giving him.

You keep riding his length, slowing down and then picking up the pace again. Your hips are tilted back, as his steel member deliciously slides against your soft spot.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, and you feel cold air right at your hole as your slick collects at the base of his shaft. You’re so wet, your juices must be already sliding down his balls.

Joel’s plush lips form an ‘o’ shape, eyes flutter shut and he tilts his head back against the headrest.

“No, no, too soon… need more, Joel, c’mon”, you mumble hastily, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You slow down trying to prolong the pleasure for the both of you. ‘Will I ever feel him like this again?’

A familiar thorn of fear pangs your heart but you drive it away caressing his lips with yours while you’re holding his face between your shaky palms. You blink your eyes open, so close to him everything is blurry in your gaze but you still take mental pictures of his freckles, his long lashes, his expression, so vulnerable and honest.

You store them deep inside you. For later. In case your luck fails you.

“Lean back, baby… yeah, good girl,” Joel murmurs as his hands push you back making you sit straight on his lap. His head drops down and he watches his cock disappear inside your glistening pussy.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers digging into your thighs, “d’ya feel my cock? Shit, here it is,” he marvels, pressing his palm to a lump in your lower belly.

“Yeah, you’re so big, Joel,” you whine watching the bulge move up and down under your skin with every rise and fall of your hips.

His fingers find your clit and he rubs it fast with a perfect pressure and then begins vigorously thrusting up into your stretched pussy. Your whimpers turn into a constant whine when his fat tip hits your cervix again and again.

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon,” he encourages you, on the verge of climax himself and you hear it first, half moan-half roar that he always makes when he comes.

You feel his warm seed flood your pussy and the sensation makes your walls flutter, milking his pulsating cock.

You cry out, one hand braced on the window, the other gripping his broad shoulder as the waves of euphoria are hitting you over and over.

When your climax dissipates, you open your eyes and see Joel looking at you, his loving gaze taking in every feature of your face.

“What?” You ask with a shy smile as if you haven’t just stuffed your pussy full of his cum.

“Nothin’. Just lookin’ at you.” He sighs and adds, “We need to go.”

He helps you off his lap and after you both adjust your clothes, he opens the window, sticks his arm out of the car and slaps the roof a couple of times.

In a few seconds Tommy gets in the driver’s seat.

“So fucking long. Every damn time,” he grumbles frowning at Joel and you in the rear view mirror.

“‘s for good luck,” Joel mumbles as Tommy starts the engine.

“Did you at least sneak a peek, Tommy?” You ask giggling but quickly shut up when you see Joel’s stern look.

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When you arrive at the place, Joel’s big hand on the back of your neck pulls you in for a kiss, desperate and rushed. It’s coated in promises and hopes, desire and love in every stroke of his lips as you clutch his plaid shirt with trembling fingers, kissing him back with everything you’ve got. Like it’s the last time.

Tommy wishes you luck before Joel and you get out of the car.

Right at the entrance Joel shoots you a wink through the balaclava opening and then storms in raising his gun.

As always your pussy tingles when you hear him roar the command,

“Hit the floor! This is a robbery!”

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Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something 🤷‍♀️😭

Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will 😅

Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it ❤

Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader

Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions 🤭, self deprecating Joel™, big dick Joel™, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting

W/C: 1.9k

Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.

What Matters

“Are you sure, baby?”

Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. You’ve probably lost track of how many times he’s asked you if you’re sure.

“Yes, Joel, I’m sure,” you laugh breathily.

You’re both lying in his bed, half-naked. There’s a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sun’s going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He can’t help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.

Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know he’s just trying to waste time, but you let him. You’re so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you in this way, but that he’s worried he won’t be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him.

But what if he can’t?

You’re younger, after all, and he’s not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarah’s mom. If that’s the case, it’s been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, you’re probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he can’t? What if it’s been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes?

It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because he’s not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. You’re so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. You’d wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be.

But that’s not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now.

“Joel?”

His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply can’t ignore.

“Please,” you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right.

You’re already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. It’s another thing he was worried about—being so big. Joel’s not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of his…attributes.

He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once he’s about halfway in. You’re so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. He’s again reminded of just how long it’s been since he’s felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself.

“Shit, baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes.

His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration you’re looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows he’ll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. There’s a reason the two of you have only been “together” for about four months even though you’ve been shamelessly flirting for about a year.

It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows you’ve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? He’s never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things you’ve ever wanted for yourself.

“You okay?” Your honeyed voice reaches his ears—or his good ear, rather—and he smiles at you.

“‘Course, baby. Jus’ gotta give me a second, alright?” He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. “It’s been a minute.”

You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you?

Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. He’s already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts.

“You feel so good,” you whine.

“Fuck, sweetheart, so d’ you. “Like goddamn heaven.” And you do; overwhelmingly so.

He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows he’s found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure.

“H-honey, I have to pull out,” he grits out. He’s so embarrassed, it hasn’t even been five minutes. He won’t last long enough for you to come before him.

But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. “It’s okay, Joel,” you breathily assure him.

He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.

“I’m sorry, baby, I—”

“Joel,” You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “It’s okay.” You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. “Take as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determine—”

You both realize what you said at the same time. Joel’s eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesn’t realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face.

You love him. You said it. And he believes you.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. “So damn much.” Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and that’s all that matters.

Then you’re both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each other’s lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin.

“Joel, p-please,” you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him.

He doesn’t waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back.

He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless he’s watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back.

It doesn’t take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm.

By the time you’re coming down, he’s back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time.

You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now.

You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that you’ve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like you’re addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.

It still doesn’t take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but it’s too fucking much. He can’t hold it off when you feel so good around him. It’s like torture to stave off his orgasm when he’s thrusting into your soft heat.

“Where d’ you want me, honey?” Joel asks you, his voice strained.

“Inside,” you whisper against his neck without a second thought.

And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks he’s almost done, there’s another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria.

When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts.

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354 words | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, possessiveness, piv, creampie a/n: Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕

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“Fuck…spread your legs for me. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Joel was holding your knees on either side of your head, hands resting on the back of your thighs, as he was thrusting in hard and fast. His gaze was down at your pussy taking his big cock, splitting you in two, and sometimes your mouth could barely make any sounds other than moans.

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, baby girl? Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to ruin my cunt, daddy…”

“Fuck…I'm already holding back from sending my load baby…this little pussy is squeezing me so tight.”

He sped up slightly, to give you what you wanted and gritted his teeth, frowning.

“That’s what you wanted, baby girl? Gettin’ your little cunt fucked like a good little slut?”

“Yes, daddy…just like that.”

“Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“You, daddy. It’s yours.”

“And when he fucks you, whose pussy is that?”

“Still yours. Only yours. Always.”

He growled, as if it was turning him on even more, as he was still thrusting, even deeper and harder than 10 seconds before.

“Fuck, fuck. Touch yourself, baby girl. Not gonna last. Come on my cock.”

You slipped your finger into his mouth for him to lick it. He looked like a wreck. His curls falling to the side of his face and his sweat was sliding down them.

Your finger twirled over your clit, your mouth parted in pleasure.

“He fucks you like that?”

“No, daddy. Not even close.”

“Good. Come on, baby, come for me.”

And you did as he asked. Like you always did. Responding to his every whim as he responded to yours. Your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter, pulsing on him.

“Oooooh…baby girl…fuck yeah, just like that…Damn I’m gonna come, baby…Gonna fill this pussy. My pussy…Oh god….” He didn’t stop talking even when his cum covered your walls, and you grabbed his cheeks to kiss him.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and you wondered when you would finally dare to break up with his son.

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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Cherry

Chapter one - Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

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Pairing: Dieter Bravo x ofc, bi!f!reader x ofc (eventual dieter bravo x reader x ofc)

Warnings: Nothing major for this part. Breakup angst, alcohol, jealousy, pining, cursing, not enough Dieter in this part sorrrry.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: After a bad breakup, a phone call with your newly married best friend leaves you with an interesting opportunity.

A/N: This one goes out to all my bi babes. There's a lot of set up here, but stick with me and I promise this story gets interesting real quick.

The third glass of the bottom shelf wine you’d picked up a few hours ago goes down a lot smoother than the first two. A bloom of flavour in your throat that warms what otherwise feels numb.

Your fingers twitch as you glance down at your phone, aching to look at Charlie’s Instagram one more time - just to make sure she’s okay, you rationalise. Make sure she’s not fallen into a well, or been abducted by aliens or something.

You kind of hope she has been.

Stevie Nicks sings Landslide through the tinny Bluetooth speaker on your coffee table, and you hum to the song that makes tears well in your eyes. Charlie hates this song, but since Charlie is now your ex and all her belongings had vanished from your home this morning it doesn’t really matter. She’d hate the wine too. You have to remember it doesn’t matter.

An errant tear slips from your eye - definitely because of Stevie and not Charlie - and as if on cue your phone buzzes loudly making you jump. A splash of wine lands on your couch. This week really isn’t working out for you.

A look at the phone screen makes you roll your eyes. The photo that comes up with the call is of you and Eva, your best friend for longer than you can even recall. You’re both wrapped in each other's arms and smiling wide, stupid toothy grins as you pose outside the modelling agency in LA that had signed her on for her first big break.

Eva was destined to be a model, really. She’d always been ‘pretty’; all curves, warm beige skin that practically glowed, entrancing chestnut eyes and long dark hair that fell in natural waves. But in high school she’d transformed from pretty to gorgeous seemingly overnight.

From that moment on no one ever forgot Eva.

She was more to you, though. To you she’d always been beautiful. Always. For a long time you’d passed the twist in your stomach when you looked at her for too long off as jealousy, but how could you ignore the stutter of your heart when she smiled at you a certain way? The more you two grew together, the more perfect she seemed to become. The more you wanted to look at her, spend time with her, be in her radiant presence.

Not that her looks mattered. Eva was kind, fun and a little goofy. She liked stupid slapstick comedies and she crocheted silly little animals in her spare time. You had a frog on your dresser she’d made for you years ago. She cared deeply about so much, and she always fought for what she believed in and what she wanted. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when she’d jetted off to LA several years ago to live her dreams out, then.

Of course no one is truly perfect, which is why you’re currently staring at your phone as it rings again and again, debating whether to pick up. Eva had always been drastically spontaneous and had a history of bad decisions. Usually harmless to anyone but her (the name of a one night stand permanently etched on her hip comes to mind), but two weeks ago she’d made what you could only see as the worst decision of her life.

You sigh, place down your wine glass and finally answer the phone.

“Hi Eva” you grumble down the line, turning the music off so you can hear her.

“You didn’t call me back last week” She offers instead of a greeting. You can hear something in the background that makes your eye twitch, a man’s voice and the clink of a glass.

You'd found out about this particularly bad decision not from your best friend, but from the noisy article on some dumb celebrity gossip website that had somehow made its way onto your timeline.

And you'd scoffed when you looked at the caption because of course Dieter Bravo had gotten married on a whim in some corny Vegas chapel, but then you had to do a double take upon seeing the picture of his bride; dolled up in a simple white dress that made her skin glow, platform white heels, dark hair in a bun atop her head and the same bright smile that had made your heart flip so many times in your life.

It was Eva.

Your Eva.

Eva the model who was leaving the chapel leading on to the Vegas strip with a wedding ring on her finger and Dieter fucking Bravo by her side. And they were smiling, laughing. Paparazzi shots of the two of them kissing in the street after the ceremony flitted behind your lids every time you closed your eyes for the last two weeks.

You could only assume it was a drunken whim that had turned your best friend from your Eva to Mrs Dieter Bravo.

So you were mad at her right now. Mad that she’d married some trainwreck celebrity she barely knew. But the real gut wrenching pain you felt was that she hadn't even told you; you'd had to find out after the fact through stupid papped photographs that made you want to claw your eyes out. You weren’t jealous, absolutely not.. You just wanted Eva to be happy. How could she be happy with a guy like that? You had heard plenty about Dieter Bravo; he seemed to have often been the subject of some ridiculous Hollywood gossip in the past, and then there had been that god awful Cliff Beasts documentary you'd watched for a laugh that certainly didn’t paint him in a great light. Sure he was an Oscar and Emmy winning actor now but jeez, from what you’d seen he wasn't exactly what you'd call marriage material.

Yeah, you were hurt.

"What? Say what you want to say” Eva sighs when you remain solidy quiet for a long minute.

"I don't have anything to say"

Her breath huffs down the line and you can practically hear her roll her eyes.

"You got married, Eva” You finally speak again, voice coming out quiet and more bitter than you’d wanted it to.

“I did, cherry” She responds.

The nickname she’d given you in grade school was never going away.

“You got married! To fucking…to Dieter Bravo!” It makes you laugh a little to say it out loud, and Eva can’t hold back her own small giggle at that.

“Yep”

You can tell she’s smiling, there’s that cadence in her voice that lifts when she’s really happy. Usually it’s your favourite thing in the world but right now it makes you fucking ache. Reaching for your glass of wine you take a big gulp before speaking again.

“I just…you didn’t even tell me. I’d like to know if my oldest friend is getting hitched, you know?"

“I do know, I do…I-” She stops and there’s a rustle of noise on the line as she shifts, “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, it just happened so suddenly…we didn’t exactly plan it. He made a joke about it and the next thing I knew we were on a flight to Vegas”

So it really was a spontaneous decision. You couldn’t even pretend to be surprised.

"I could've....Eva, I wanted to be your maid of honour if you ever got married, isn't that what we always said?"

"You can be my maid of honour for the next one" Eva offers.

Ok, she got you there, you can’t stop the laugh that comes. At least until you hear a man's gruff laugh in the background. For a moment it makes you see red at the thought that he's involving himself in your conversation even in the smallest way.

"Ev. This isn't a joke. You get why I'm mad right? And to Dieter Bravo of all people - look, is this a PR stunt?" You mutter a little meanly, taking another sip.

“Wow, screw you” She retorts, but it’s playful. “He’s nice...really nice. He’s fun. You told me to have all the fun I could have in LA, remember?”

“You weren't supposed to marry the fun, Eva!” You protest, but her happiness in the face of the ridiculous situation makes it so difficult to stay mad at her.

"Wait til you meet him, cherry pie. Just wait, you’ll get it. And…I am sorry, okay?” The line is quiet for a moment and you hear her moving presumably to a different room “I really am. But I didn't call to tell you about my married bliss. I heard about Charlie"

God, your stomach twists in knots at the mention. Being mad at Eva had been a good distraction from the breakup even if only for a moment.

"Oh, right”

“You wanna talk about it?” Her voice is gentle now, sympathetic. You wish she could hug you like she used to when you were sad.

“I’m fine” You lie, “I mean I thought she'd be my... doesn't matter. I’m okay" Massive lie.

Eva says some comforting words that you barely register.

You feel like you’re constantly standing at the edge of what your world could be. Maybe it’s why the marriage riled you up so much. You can’t pretend she doesn’t sound happy. And here you are broken up with again, alone again. Before she’d left to live her dreams, you’d had visions that maybe it’d be Eva you’d end up with. Maybe if you could just let yourself be fully real for once…Maybe she’d realise, and you could have been something bright and glowing and joyful too.

A whole lot of maybes that meant nothing in the end.

It’s just you now.

You zone back in to the call at the words ‘Bora Bora’ and ‘Don’t worry about the cost, cherry’

“Wait, what?” You stutter, trying to understand if you’re hearing her correctly

“Take a few weeks off, come with us. The hotel is paid for, we have one of those fancy bungalows. We’ll sort the flights. You need this and I miss you”

"I..." you hesitate nervously, biting your lip “I miss you too. But…”

Eva tsks at you, familiar with that tone even down a phone line.

"What are you going to do instead? Sit on your couch for three weeks and scroll her instagram for hours on end? I'm not letting you do that. Come on, cherry pie, we'll have so much fun. It'll be like old times" Eva gives as much enthusiasm as she can, but that hint of concern has notched in her throat. She knows you too well and she’s right.

"Like old times?" you huff "Except it'll be me, you, and your husband"

"You'll like him, I promise"

The call ends with your promise to think about it.

And think about it you do. All night, all of the next day. It’s a stupid fucking offer for them to make. It’ll be so awkward. What if he’s a nightmare? What if she’s not the same with you now she’s got a ring on her finger? You should say no.

You should really say no.

Two weeks later, after a day of sitting too long with not enough leg room, the little Air Tahiti plane lands in Bora Bora.

Your legs shake as you step off the plane. It’s possible you’re still in shock that you even agreed to this. Your stomach knots with nerves, as your bags are unloaded and you head over to the arrival area to find-

There she is. Your breath hitches in your throat. Your heart beats faster. God, you really had missed her. It’s been months, and she’s still so her it makes everything suddenly feel okay.

“Cherry!” Eva squeals gleefully, dark glossy hair bouncing as she runs up to crush you into an insistent hug. You laugh, you can’t stop laughing as you hold on to her.

Your Eva.

“Oh my god, I missed you” You feel like you might cry as she utters similar sentiments into your ear.

When she finally lets go and steps back you finally notice the man behind her. Not that Dieter Bravo would ever be easy to ignore.

He's what you'd expected; The mess of brown hair sticking this way and that, the too casual clothes, scruffy facial hair. But he’s also…well he’s gorgeous, not Hollywood good-looking like the waxwork movie stars in all those big action films. You’ve seen his face before on screens and in pictures and yet you’ve never fully understood that this man is pretty, he’s different. He’s enthralling, even just at first glance.

Dieter tilts his head so you can catch his big brown eyes beneath the sunglasses he’s wearing and you have to stop yourself staring too hard. He’s what you expect, but he takes you by surprise too. He raises his left hand to scratch at his chin, a glint of the rings on his fingers catching your eye as you observe him before stepping forward with a friendly smile which he returns with a wry one of his own.

“You must be-” You start before he cuts you off.

“The fun, yeah” Dieter pushes his sunglasses down his nose and gives you a wink, followed by a grin before he turns towards Eva.

Your stomach flips, a twinge of jealousy as he takes hold of her hand and they share a glance at each other. You’re still processing the interaction with him but it’s impossible to ignore the way Dieter's face lights up when he looks to her - a brilliantly bright but bashful smile like he can't believe she's there, his eyes snapping up to meet hers like it's the first time seeing her.

Like he's desperately in love with her.

At least the two of you have something in common.

Tagging those who asked and those I think might be interested (pls tell me to remove if you want!):

@morallyinept @tightjeansjavi @covetyou @i-own-loki @bastardmandennis @tinytinymenace @chronically-ghosted @party-hearses @perotovar @schnarfer @5oh5

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x you #pedro pascal character fiction #pedrostories #poly relationship #this is so dialogue heavy I apologise but there was a lot to set up I hope it's not too boring!

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ghostofaboy · 1 month

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Picture This

Summary: Max goes to meet with a business rival, but things take a surprising turn... for the better.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord / Male OC Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2167

Warnings: Anal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of oral and anal fingering

Note: This as not been beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings.

This isn’t how Max had thought his day would go when he arrived at the house today. After getting up and making breakfast for himself and Alistair, he’d received a call from a friend. Well… friend might not have been the right word to use, as James Orson was more of a business rival than anything else. They’d talked from time to time and got along well enough, but this call had come out of the blue. Did Alistair want to come over to play with James’ son Mark?

Curiosity had gotten the better of him and after agreeing, Max had set off to James’ ridiculously large house. James had greeted them at the door, leading Max and Alistair through to a beautiful playroom where Mark, a cheerful looking eight-year-old, was already playing with several other boys. Three other men smiled as they entered, chatting animatedly with their sons and each other. Always good at making friends, Alistair had dove straight in and was soon happily playing with the other children.

“Let’s leave them to it.” James had put an arm around Max’s shoulders, steering him out of the room, leaving the boys under the watchful eye of the other dads.

“What’s this about, James?” Max frowned as James led him into his study.

It was classical look room, with dark wood paneled walls, lined with floor to ceiling bookcases. Opposite the door was a large mahogany desk with an oversized leather office chair behind it. To the left of the door was a plush red sofa, while on the right were a pair of high backed armchairs that flanked an expensive looking antique globe.

“I heard you’ve been having a bit of trouble with some of your investments.” James smiled, pulling open the globe to reveal a whiskey decanter and cluster of glasses. Pouring two drinks, James held one out to Max, who continued to frown as he took the heavy glass. “Oh, now, don’t give me that look. Simon Stagg is no friend to you, and he’s already plotting against you.”

“Simon would never.” Max shook his head, joining James as he sat on the sofa. “He and I are good friends and the business is-”

“You have no oil, and you have no way to get any.” James took a sip of his whiskey. “You’re fucked. You’ll be bankrupt within months from what I’ve been told.”

“I don’t know who you been-”

“Max.” James turned in his seat to face Max. “I’m trying to help you. You and I have always had a friendly rivalry, but I have no desire to see you ruined. Please listen to me.”

Max could feel his heart pounding in his chest. How could James know this? It was all true, of course. His finances were dwindling, and he had no doubt Simon would screw him over without a second thought. After a few moments staring into the amber liquid, Max looked up into James’ eyes.

“Who have you been talking to?”

“Simon has been fishing for investors. One of the people he spoke to was my father. Seems as thought Simon plans to ‘expose’ you as a fraud and divorce himself financially from you.” James sighed, taking another sip. “My father told me, and I decided to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I like you.” James chuckled, cocking his head and looking Max up and down. His eyes wandered over Max’s faces, down this body before resting for a fraction of a second on his crotch. Licking his lips, James shrugged. “We have a lot in common. We’re both immigrants who have built what we have from the ground up. We’re divorced with a son. Similar goals and similar interests.”

Something strange bubbled inside Max’s stomach as he caught on to James’ meaning. Taking a mouthful of whiskey, Max winced as it burnt his throat, watching James the whole time. He had leaned back on the sofa now, patiently waiting for Max to speak, his bright green eyes soaking in every detail of Max’s face.

“So, what do you propose?” Max coughed out, opting to cup the glass in his hands to hide his trembling. “Do you have advice for me?”

“Well, I could give you lots of advice, Max.” James smiled, oozing charm and confidence, as he shifted a little closer to Max. “But I thought something a little more hands on would help. You need money. I have money. You have a strong media presence. I need-”

“I get the idea.” Max held a hand up, taking in James’ offer. “A partnership? That’s what you wanted to offer me? That’s why you asked me here today?”

“No.” James’ laughed. A hearty, warm laugh without malice as James threw his head back. “I asked you here today to seduce you. I’ve been planning today since I saw you at the Thompson’s gala last month. You were breathtaking. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. So I waited until I knew you had Alistair from your ex to use that as an excuse to invite you over.”

Max’s jaw dropped. “But what about all the Simon talk?”

“Oh, that happened yesterday.” James shrugged. “My father called me to gossip and I figured I could help while I had you here. The business offer and the personal offer are separate. I’m not opposed to mixing business and pleasure, but I don’t want you to feel obliged to take it if we fuck. Or think you have to fuck me if I invest in Black Gold.”

Max could feel his cock stirring at the thought of being fucked by James and slowly took another sip of his whiskey. He was a good-looking man, taller than Max and just as broad. Max would be lying if he said he’d never thought of James while touching himself. But to know that James had been looking at him in the same way was exciting.

“I’m interested.” He said after a brief silence.

“In which?” James edged closer, his voice dropping lower. “The business or the personal offer?”

“Both.”

/ / / / /

Max felt his cheeks flush as James grabbed his tit, pinching the nipple between a finger and thumb. Max couldn't stop himself from gasping, letting his head drop back onto James’ shoulder, he let the heavy bliss settle over him as he gave himself over to his arousal.

From his seat on the James’ cock, Max rolled his hips, bouncing his own cock in front of him as the other man fucked up into him. One hand was firmly on his hip, controlling Max's pace and occasionally giving a reassuring squeeze. The other roamed. Currently, it cupped his soft breasts, but it had played with Max's cock and pulled his hair to yank his head back for his neck to be sucked and kisses.

Someone was watching them. Max could see their shadow beneath the door, moving occasionally but remaining close to the study door. Max had no idea who it was watching them through the keyhole, and honestly he didn’t care. Spreading his legs wider and arching his back, Max began to lift himself off James’ cock a little more. If the person at the door wanted a show, then Max was damn well going to give them one.

Beneath him, James bucked up into his ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Muttering something against his neck, Max felt James’ other hand leave his hip and join the other cupping his tits. Two large hands fondled and squeezed, jiggling the soft mounds while rolling his nipples. Max’s cheeks burned with arousal and shame.

He wasn’t in the best shape anymore, with his figure soft and rounder than his youth. While it could be hidden under his sharp suits usually, when naked there was no hiding his small breasts and round tummy that sagged slightly to obscure his diminutive penis. His ex-wife used to mock him relentlessly for his dick and tummy, but judging by James’ reaction, he felt differently.

James’ cock was thick, filling Max’s hole, stretching him and leaving him feeling stuffed. After a frantic make out session, James had asked Max to strip and to his astonishment Max hadn’t hesitated. Max had ended up on his knees on the sofa swallowing James’ cock as the other man fingered him open, preparing him for the girthy dick. They’d then shifted onto the large high backed armchair they were on now where Max had straddled James’, pressing his back to his new lover’s chest, as he sank down until James was splitting him open.

The shadow under the door was more obvious now and Max was sure James must have seen it too as he thrust up sharply into Max, causing him to let out a strangled moan. Max’s thighs trembled as the burning hot fire inside him began to grow and spread, his cock twitching and bouncing as he rode James for their invisible audience. James’ hands gripped Max’s tits, squeezing and exaggerating them, sending pulses of electric bliss shooting through his body. Max was drowning his the ecstasy as James’ hip jerked up, increasing the pace, plunging his cock deep into Max mercilessly.

“Can you see?” James hissed into his ear, and Max’s eyes immediately found the dark shadow.

Max nodded. “Y-yes. I see them. Do you think... oooh... do you think you are watching?”

“I hope so.” James grunted, his pace becoming more erratic, clearly chasing his finish. “What a sight for them. You... fuck... you look so sexy. Wave your cock at them, Max. I’m close... want you to come with me.”

Max didn't need to be told twice, reaching down and gripping the base of his dick. Waving it towards the door, just the idea of the person peeking through the keyhole was almost enough to make Max climax. Stopping for a moment to compose himself, Max began again, waggling his cock in time with James’ thrusts.

Goosebumps danced over their skin as each man gave themselves over to the dizzying, intoxicating pleasure. While James held back moans, Max loudly expressed his lust, whimpering and crying out as he felt apart. The combination of James hitting the sweet spot inside him, the squeezing and pulling of his tits, and the idea of someone watching was all too much for Max. With a strangled breathy noise, Max tumbled over the edge, writhing on James’ cock as he came.

Flicking his thick release as he bounced, Max spilled himself as shockwaves washed over him. James purred his approval while Max sobbed as he emptied himself, trembling as the last of his climax ebbed away. Then with one final powerful trust and a low rumbling growl, Max felt James come, flooding his ass with his seed.

Limp against James’ chest, Max blinked, waiting for his vision to return as James rode out his orgasm. Finally, his grip on Max’s tits fell away as James wrapped his arms around Max. He felt James begin to tenderly kiss his neck while the two men panted and slumped boneless in the armchair.

Glistening with sweat, the air soon began to cool them and Max gave a shiver, glancing back over to the door. The shadow was still there, enjoying the view of Max’s softening and retreating cock. Letting out a satisfied sigh, James nuzzled against Max’s jaw.

“We should move. The other guys will be wondering where we are.”

“One already knows.” Max whispered, nodding over to the door. “Also... I was not quiet.”

“True.” James laughed softly. “Still, we should clean up. Come on, we can’t stay here all day.”

Max gave a small whine, but slowly lifted himself off of James’ now flaccid cock, hissing softly as he stood. Stepping towards the sofa to gather his clothes, Max heard footstep quickly retreating from the door. Behind him, James chuckled as he pulled on his clothes, playfully slapping Max’s ass as they dressed.

Finally, fully dressed again, Max carefully fixed his hair before following James back to the playroom with the children. Inside, they were greeted with smiles from the other dads and cheers and excited chatter from the kids. Alistair was sat over in the corner with Mark with a tub full of Lego, both boys giving their fathers quick smiles before returning to their building.

Glancing around the other men, Max couldn’t tell which of them had been their voyeur. He had expected one of them to blush, avoid his glaze, or perhaps even be a little flirty. But instead, he was met with amiable smiles and small talk about being a single dad. Part of Max childishly pouted, desperately wanting to know and hear this person’s version of what they saw. But then another part of Max loved the mystery.

Whoever it was, they were going to get another show. Maybe not today, but soon. Perhaps Max could convince James to throw a party, to fill the house with guests, before riding his cock behind unlocked doors.

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tangledupinyellow · 7 months

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Older | Joel Miller X F!Reader

authors note: Finally able to get this one out! Had a lot of fun writing this one, got lots of ideas from it as well for future fics. Based on this request from the lovely @winwin70!

summary: Sometimes being with somebody older is all you need.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak au, age gap (reader is early 20’s, joel is mid-late 40s), mentions of cheating, nicknames (sweet pea, darling, sweetheart, baby girl), dads best friend, mild angst, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, joel has a big dick, sweet and fluffy aftercare

word count: 5.4k

Dating was always something that you thought was complicated. Complicated for you, at least. Every relationship that you’ve ever been in never seemed to work out for you, no matter how hard you might try. You would always see your friends go out on cute little dates with their significant other, and you couldn’t help but envy them.

Now, you’ve been in a handful of relationships, but none ever worked out in your favor. There were times when they would be complete assholes, and you’d have to end things with them and wonder why you were ever with someone like that in the first place. And then there were times when you realized you’ve never even had romantic feelings for them in the first place, and it ended up being more of a friendship, if anything else. It was either one or the other with every relationship you were in, and it had gotten to the point where it was nearly infuriating.

You never got the chance to have a high school sweetheart like most of your friends did. Eventually, you just gave up on dating in general. You convinced yourself that the right person would come along if it was meant to be. That you would meet someone who would love you for your entire being.

You thought you had finally found what you were looking for when you went off to college and met Eric in your music theory class. You took a bold risk and sat down next to him, and much to your luck, you hit it off with him rather well. It was a much different connection than to the boyfriends you had back in high school if you could even call them that.

You actually found yourself wanting to spend time with Eric more often than not, whereas with your past relationships, you could care less if they would rather spend time with you or with the rest of their friends. You didn’t have any interest in those relationships. But what you had with Eric was different. You told yourself that you would wait for someone to come along, and you were convinced that Eric was that person for you. He was your person.

It was the longest relationship you’ve had: three years. You’ve been with Eric ever since you were 19. Having it been the longest-lasting relationship you’ve been in, it was inevitably the most brutal breakup. It wasn’t that you thought that you would be with him until you grew old and gray, but you thought that it would at least be an easier breakup, that it would be mutual, and that you two would be able to remain friends. Once you learned that he went behind your back and cheated on you with one of your close friends, you didn’t want to bother to remain acquaintances with him anymore.

You blocked his number immediately and removed him from any and all social media. There was no way left for him to contact you, and you ensured that. You were infuriated with him, but you were angry with yourself as well.

Relationships had never gone your way, and you knew that. You were naive enough to believe this relationship with Eric would be different. But it turns out he didn’t stick out from the rest of your exes. He was just as much of an asshole who would easily and carelessly shatter your heart. You felt stupid for thinking this relationship would be different from all the rest. Turns out that was just wishful thinking on your part.

Ignoring phone call after phone call from your father, you flopped down on your living room couch with a groan. Your eyes were puffy and red, and your cheeks were stained with tears even though your eyes had dried out already. You didn’t want to answer any phone calls, not when you were in this state. You felt pathetic enough crying so much over someone you weren’t ready to talk to anybody. You just wanted to mope in peace in the sanctuary of your own home.

The calls don’t stop, and all you hear buzzing in your ears is your ringtone, which you quickly find annoying after the third call. Picking up your phone from the other side of the couch, you declined the call and shut your ringer off so you wouldn’t have to hear the ringtone repeat itself once again. You could always just text or call your father later when you weren’t such a mess. Now just wasn’t the time you wanted to speak to anybody.

Laying back down on the couch, you rested your head against the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Your eyes started to grow heavy because the amount of crying you had just done had taken most of your energy. You rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath. Shakily inhaling, you could feel yourself choke up once again, a sob threatening to escape your throat.

You held it back and tried to close your eyes, hoping that you might be able to just fall asleep and forget about all of this so you could get a fresh start in the morning..

┉┉┉

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Maybe an hour, maybe two, you weren’t keeping track as you stared up at the ceiling in sorrow and exhaustion. You barely even flinched when you heard the knocking on your front door.

Assuming that it was your dad coming to check on you after attempting to reach you repeatedly, you stayed silent. You didn’t have the energy to answer. You never thought that a breakup could be this draining.

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the blank ceiling to your door, anticipating another knock. Another knock never came, but a voice did. Unlike the knocking, it had startled you, but more so out of confusion than anything else.

“Sweet pea?” The familiar voice called out from the other side of the door. A gentle, comforting voice that you knew so well, “Can I come inside?”

Joel.

You slowly sat up on the couch and sniffled quietly, rubbing your eyes while you stayed silent with your eyes glued to the door. Joel had been a close friend of your dad’s for years and, from that, became close to you as well. And while you would much rather have Joel here to try and help you out over your father, you didn’t want him to see how distraught you looked. You would be just mortified to have him see you in this state.

“Hello?” You heard Joel’s voice again.

“Come in, Joel.” You responded almost a little too quickly, your voice cracking slightly from the amount of crying you had done earlier. You sat up and tied your hair up to get it out of your face, trying to make yourself look at least a little bit presentable and less of a mess before he came inside.

The sound of the door opening and closing was followed by his footsteps heading over to the couch. He didn’t want to waste a single before coming to check on you. After receiving your father’s worried phone call, Joel instantly became just as concerned.

“Hey,” He cooed softly and walked over to the couch, sitting beside you rather close. You were still staring down at your lap, not wanting to look at him with your eyes still so red and puffy, “I’m stoppin’ by to come and check up on ya. Your old man gave me a call.” There was a short silence for a moment, him giving you the time to talk if you wanted to. But when you both sat there without a word, he continued, “Now, you don’t outta talk if you don’t want to, but I just wanna make sure that you’re alright.”

You remained silent yet again. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to Joel, but you didn’t want to make yourself look like an idiot in front of him. You were sure you already looked pathetic enough as is. The moment you open your mouth to speak, you know you will just let out that feeble whine followed by even more tears.

“Darlin’?” Joel piped up again, picking your chin up to make you look at him. His heart dropped at the sight of your face that was bathed in your dried-up tears. He hated seeing anybody so upset, especially you. It broke his own heart.

There was no hiding from him now.

“Why do guys have to be such assholes?” There it was, the whine followed by a choked cry. You sucked in a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling to prevent any more tears from falling from your eyes.

“What are you talking about there, sweet pea?” The concern in Joel’s voice never faded as his hand found its spot on your knee, a comforting gesture.

“I thought that Eric was going to be different than all the other guys I dated in high school,” You began explaining with a sniffle, rubbing your eyes to stop the tears before looking over at Joel. You half expected him to be looking at you like he would, trying to calm a child after losing a favorite stuffed animal, something that he didn’t necessarily care about but pretended to anyway. His eyes were filled with genuine concern as he looked at you, wanting to involve himself in whatever was troubling you.

A simple nod of his head encouraged you to go on, “I thought that he really liked me, you know? He told me he loved me and that I’m the only one he ever wanted, and I fucking believed him..” You held back a sob and took another deep breath instead, “I give up, Joel, I give up. I can’t do this kind of shit anymore. Everyone I try to date just becomes a complete and utter asshole.” Your sadness slowly started developing into anger.

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta remember you’re still young. You’ve only ever dated high school boys before. Hell, I was a lil’ menace myself when I was back in high school,” Joel couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, “And those little college boys ain’t any better.” His voice was soft as he reached out to wipe away the remaining tears on your cheek.

You felt yourself calming down gradually as he wiped away your tears, his rough and calloused hands gently caressing your soft cheek. The touch alone made your heart rate calm.

“No man should be making you feel this way, especially not some immature college boy who doesn’t even know how lucky he is to have someone like you.” Joel reassured you. His hand never left your cheek despite the fact that there were no more tears for him to wipe away.

You processed his words while you stared at him in silence. Maybe love wasn’t the thing that you needed to give up on. What you needed to give up on was dating men who didn’t know what they were doing, men who didn’t know how to treat you right, men your age.

Keeping your eyes on Joel, you slowly leaned into his touch, nuzzling your cheek into his hand. To your surprise, he didn’t pull back at all. Instead, he moved closer and lightly caressed your cheek with his thumb. Your gaze set on his eyes, and you haven’t felt as calm as you did that whole evening as you did in that very moment.

It felt like you were seeing Joel in an entirely new, different light at that moment. All previous thoughts of Eric were long gone. All you saw in front of you was him... Joel...

There were times, multiple times when you would catch yourself staring at Joel or find yourself having a silly little crush on him. But you never bothered to act upon it before, considering he was much older than you. However, after speaking with him, he helped you realize that maybe someone like him was what you really needed. Someone older, more mature, knew how to love you right. And that was something Joel might be able to give you.

You tore your eyes away from his for a split second to look down at his lips, but his eyes never left yours. His hand remained in place, almost as if he didn’t want to let you go before he knew you would be okay. It was only now that you realized that he was showing you more care at this moment than all of your past boyfriends combined.

Slowly looking back into his eyes, your lips parted slightly, and your voice came out in a hushed whisper, “Joel..?”

“Yes, sweet pea?” His calming voice was as smooth as butter.

You hesitated for a quick moment, glancing down at his lips before closing the gap between the two of you. You closed your eyes as you tasted the sweetness of his lips that returned your kiss in no less than a second, much to your surprise. But there wasn’t a part of you that complained.

Your hands slowly roamed to his upper chest, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring you closer to him. The whiskers of his mustache tickled your upper lip in the best way possible. You pulled him in closer to you, wanting to relish the kiss for as long as possible.

Parting slightly to catch your breath, you went in for a second kiss. However, Joel interrupted you by placing a hand on yours and moving away from you slightly. That alone was like a stab to your heart.

Shit.. you knew you shouldn’t have done that...

“Darlin’, we shouldn’t be doin’ this.” Joel whispered gruffly, his lips still close to yours, close enough that you could feel his hot breath brush against your lips. Yet his hand kept its place on your chest to keep the distance between you.

You looked at him and frowned, unable to speak. You were too mortified to say anything, anything reasonable, at least. You were just embarrassed that he clearly didn’t reciprocate whatever feelings you may have for him.

“But Joel..” You managed to speak, hoping that he just may give you what you’re looking for.

Joel slowly looked down at your lips before looking back into your eyes and back down at your lips. There was a war going on inside of his head, a debate with his own self. He knew that kissing you was wrong. You were his best friend’s little girl. He would be dead meat if your old man ever found out. But at the same time, he wanted you just as much. He wanted you to know what it felt like to be loved by a real man, an older man who knew what he was doing, who knew how to treat you. Joel wanted to be that for you, even if it was wrong. And your soft pleas for him were only making it worse.

Looking back into your eyes, Joel moved his hand away from your chest and back to your cheek, “Oh, sweet pea..” he whispered softly. He didn’t waste another second before bringing your lips back to his.

You were shocked for a second, but that didn’t last long before you were kissing him back hungrily.

His hands lowered down to your hips, wrapping them around your waist to pull you closer to him. It wasn’t long before you moved into his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands rested upon your lower back, his lips never leaving yours.

A groan escaped his lips when your tongue brushed against his bottom lip, asking for entrance. His strong hands rubbed your lower back down to your ass while he kissed you deeply, his lips tugging at your lower lip before kissing you feverishly.

By this point, he completely disregarded any of his previous worries. He wanted to make you feel good and make that his one and only priority. He was determined to show you how good somebody could make you feel.

You, on the other hand, felt like you barely had time to process any of your thoughts while he was kissing you. All you could focus on was his lips’ taste, his mustache’s scruff, and how right he was.

With how skillful he was with his lips, you could only imagine how experienced he was in the bedroom and how good he would be... Just the thought alone made your pussy throb. Already, he was much better than any other boy you’ve been with. With his lips pressed against yours, you couldn’t remember the name ‘Eric’ anymore.

Joel moved his hands underneath your ass, gripping your buttcheeks and pulling you closer to his growing bulge trapped in his denim jeans. An involuntary moan left your lips when he lifted you up and laid you on the couch. He parted his lips from yours and crawled on top of you. His legs were on either side of you, keeping you in place.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to ya in a heartbeat.” Joel nodded before taking off his tee shirt with one swift movement, tossing it away on the floor.

“Need you, Joel. I need you..” You repeated, expressing to him how much you needed him to show you how good he could make you feel.

The corners of his lips twitched into a smirk while he pulled your skirt down slowly, leaving it down by your ankles, “Goddamn..” He whispered and tutted before shaking his head, “I just don’t understand how those silly little college boys could give this up. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous..” His tongue swiped his lower lip as he stared at you.

He hooked his fingers into your panties and swiftly pulled them down, exposing your bottom half entirely to him. Your cheeks were burning up as you watched him intently. You bit your lips and held onto the edge of the couch, listening to your racing heart in your chest.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” Joel raised an eyebrow and took two fingers, holding them close to your mouth.

You hummed and gladly took his fingers into your mouth. You closed your eyes and groaned quietly as you sucked his fingers. The lust was strong in his eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers away from your mouth with a ‘pop.’

Joel caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, almost as a silent praise, while his other hand massaged the inside of your thigh. With his two fingers, he inserted them into your already wet pussy, causing an audible gasp to leave your lips.

“Absolutely soaked for me, baby girl..” Joel shook his head as his fingers massaged your folds with practiced ease.

You leaned your head back and let your eyes flutter shut, only focusing on the feeling of his fingers inside of you. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside you completely. The thought made you throb against his fingers.

He must have noticed this, for he immediately increased the speed of his fingers, now rubbing your clit with his thumb as he did so. Soft moans left your lips while your hands found their way into his messy hair, whimpers of his name coming out of your mouth.

His eyes bore into you as he fingered your wet pussy, getting you nice and ready for him, “Love seein’ ya like this, sweetheart,” Joel praised as he watched you, feeling your walls pulse against his fingers while he kept working up your first orgasm of the night with his strong fingers. Seeing you like this was more than enough for him, knowing that you were getting the satisfaction those little college boys didn’t know how to give you, “Nice and pretty for me..”

You’ve had plenty of men finger you in the past, Eric being included. But not one of those boys made you feel as good as Joel was making you feel. Joel... he knew what the hell he was doing. He was making you his first priority despite the aching erection in his jeans that you could feel on the inside of your thigh while he hovered over you on the couch.

None of them were ever successful in making you finish either, but you had a pretty good feeling that it would be different with Joel, especially when you could feel your release creeping closer and closer.

“Joel..” You whined out his name, biting down on your lower lip.

He nodded, understanding where you were trying to get at with your lack of words, “Come for me, darlin’.” he ordered, his fingers never slowing down in pace to help you reach your orgasm.

He couldn’t finish his sentence before you came all over his fingers, soft moans of his name leaving your mouth. His fingers kept at a steady and rhythmic pace as he eased you through your release.

You leaned your head back into the couch and took a deep breath, a smile sneaking up on the corner of your lips. He hasn’t done much to you yet, and he’s already given you more satisfaction than all of your previous boyfriends combined.

Joel removed his fingers from your cunt while staring at you, taking you in all of your glory as he sucked his fingers clean. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of you. He thought you were absolutely stunning like this, so submissive to him...

Keeping his eyes on you, Joel tore the shirt away from his body and threw it onto the floor to get later. All the while, your hands were messing with his belt, desperately trying to free his cock while your heart was still pounding from your previous orgasm.

Joel chuckled quietly as he watched your eagerness and moved his hands down to assist you in taking off his pants. Effortlessly, he removed himself from his pants and underwear, his hard cock aching to be inside you.

You gulped quietly when you saw him. He definitely was the biggest you had, and you knew that it wouldn’t be as swift and easy as any of your past relationships.

Joel smirked slightly when he noticed you staring before gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “Don’t worry, sweet pea, we can take it as slow as you need me to.” He reassured, the familiar softness in your voice that you have grown so fond of over the years.

You nodded at his words and slowly wrapped your arms around his bare shoulders, bringing him closer to you, “I want all of you, Joel.” You whispered quietly and bit your lip.

A low groan escaped his throat as he listened to your needy words before locking your lips with his, a kiss much more powerful than the first few. You gently dug your fingers into his skin and kissed him back eagerly, wanting to taste as much of him as possible. You could never get sick of kissing him.

“Just let me know if it gets too much, alright, sweetheart?” Joel whispered against your lips. His gentle and caring tone made you want him that much more.

“I will.” You agreed and opened up your legs, wrapping them around his waist to give him a better angle. And while you loved that he was trying to take care of you and ensure that this experience was pleasant for you, you just want him inside you as soon as possible. You hated the feeling of being empty when his throbbing cock was already teasing your entrance.

Joel chuckled as he watched you prepare for him, and he grinned, “Needy for a real man to fuck you, huh?” The grin never left his lips as he positioned himself at your dripping entrance.

“Yes... I need you to fuck me, Joel. I need you to make me feel good.” You begged for him, getting increasingly impatient every second that he wasn’t fucking you.

“Exactly the words I wanted to hear.” Joel grunted before slowly pushing himself into your cunt.

You let out a choked moan as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch.

“Fuck, such a tight little pussy.” Joal grunted as he finally pushed his entire length into you, his hands gripping down by your waist.

Your pussy stretched out around him, the feeling of finally being full making you feel complete, “Feels so good, Joel..”

“Yeah sweetheart?” Joel grinned as he slowly began thrusting his hips, “Like having a real man fuck you like this, don’t you.” he let out a moan, feeling the way your pussy so perfectly wrapped around his cock.

“Yeah..” You let out a high-pitched moan as his thrusts gradually became faster and faster.

“S’what I like to hear.” Joel growled quietly as he moved one of his hands above your head, holding himself in place while he hovered over you, keeping the steady rhythm of his thrusts.

Your head fell back against the pillows as you cherished the feeling of his cock pounding into your pussy. He was rather big, but you were able to get used to the feeling of him inside of you quickly. Any sort of pain that you may have had was quickly replaced with pleasure.

With one hand balancing himself over your body, he massaged your waist with his other hand, rubbing it in soothing circles. Even while trying to chase his own high, he was still trying to make sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself. Just how he was trying to make you feel good was almost enough for you to reach a second orgasm. None of your past relationships ever tried nearly this hard.

“Making me feel so good, Joel..” You mewled out, nails digging into his shoulders as he worked his way around your pussy with his cock, “So good..” You repeated in a whimper, the words falling from your mouth.

“M’fuckin’ you so good you can barely speak, huh?” Joel grunted in between thrusts, never slowing down his pace with you. He could see the way that your eyebrows and nose would crinkle in pleasure with each thrust. Just the look on your face encouraged him to keep going.

A moan was your only response as he kept pounding himself into you. Your walls throbbed against his cock, signaling you were close. The thought of you coming for him made him twitch inside of you.

He watched as you leaned your head back, letting out unintelligible moans and whimpers of his name before shutting you up with his mouth, kissing you with passion and hunger. His thrusts grew in intensity, sweat starting to drip from his forehead as he fucked you, giving you open-mouthed kisses at the same time.

Joel knew that he was close and that he wouldn’t last much longer buried deep inside of you like this. However, he managed to keep himself under control. He wanted to make you finish first before he would experience his own high. He wanted you to know what it was like to have someone make you their first priority in the bedroom. And he’d be damned if he were to finish before you. But with each pretty little moan that left your mouth, he could feel himself getting closer and closer. Lasting much longer wasn’t looking all that great for him.

He moved his lips away from your own and began placing wet and sloppy kisses down your jawline to your neck, the taste of your sweet skin brushing on his tongue.

Your thoughts and mind were blurry as he thrust in and out, in and out of you, “So close, Joel..” You muttered out between strangled breaths.

Those words were almost like a sense of relief for Joel, for he didn’t know how long he could keep himself together before becoming undone.

You slowly fluttered your eyes back open to look at Joel hovering over you, his disheveled hair falling into his face as he focused on bringing you to your climax. You felt yourself getting closer, and seeing him fucking you like this was enough to push you over the edge.

“Come for me, sweet pea, show me just how good I can make ya feel.” Joel encouraged. He moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb quickly to match his thrusts.

The feelings of his fingers are what did it for you. You squeezed your eyes shut and moved your hands into his sweaty hair, gripping your fingers in while you came. Breaths and moans of his name left your lips over and over again as if his name was the only thing you knew.

He grinned in satisfaction at the sounds you were making, the sounds that were exclusively for him. And now that he was able to make you come, he allowed himself to chase after his own release.

Joel continued fucking you through your orgasm, his hands grasping onto your hips while slamming himself into you, going faster and faster to relieve himself. It didn’t take him long before he as well finished, spurts of his come releasing into your pussy.

He grunted and moaned lowly, his hands slowly releasing from their grip on his hip, “Fuck..” Joel breathed out, his voice hoarse. He hasn’t fucked somebody like that in years, and he never thought that his next would ever be you.

You chuckled quietly as you stared up at him, your heart rate slowly returning to its normal pace, “Wow..” Was all that you felt like you could say. You genuinely had no words for what had just gone down. You didn’t know what to say.

Joel laughed at your response, or lack thereof, as he pulled himself out of you. You scooted a little further to make room for him on the couch, and he instantly pulled you into his arms, your back resting against his sweaty chest.

“You were absolutely perfect for me, sweetheart.” Joel’s voice softened as you cuddled into him.

“Thank you, Joel.” You whispered tiredly, your eyes drooping closed as you snuggled closer, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.

“Thanks?” Joel repeated with furrowed eyebrows, confused about what or why you were thanking him.

You slowly opened your eyes and craned your neck to look over at him, a dopey smile on your lips while you stared into his eyes, “I’ve never had sex that good before,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you admitted this to him, “I really needed this, I really needed you.” You emphasized the last word, hoping he knew where you were getting at. You wanted him to know that you wanted more from him and didn’t want your first time with him to be your last.

Joel smiled as he locked his eyes with yours and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear so he could better look at your face, the face that he so adored.

“M’always gonna be here for you, sweet pea. Those boyfriends you’ve had in the past didn’t know how to treat ya. They didn’t know how lucky they were to have you in the first place. You don’t even know how lucky I am to have you up next to me like this,” He said gently and kissed your forehead with his soft and plump lips, “I want to take good care of you if you’d let me.” The look in his eyes suddenly became vulnerable as he stared at you, his hazel never leaving yours.

Your heart leaped in your chest as you listened to his words intently. After all these years, that was all you ever wanted somebody to say to you. You never thought that it would be Joel Miller, of all people.

“You’re exactly what I want. Joel.” You nodded and intertwined your fingers with his, gently squeezing his hand. He smiled at the small gesture and picked your hand up to his lips, placing a sweet kiss on the back of your hand.

“Now, how about we go and get cleaned up. I can go run a bath for the two of us.” He gave you a flirty wink and chuckled, kissing your head before standing up from the couch to run a nice and warm bubble bath for just the two of you.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel tlou #tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #18+#female reader #writing #fiction #joel miller smut #tlou smut #the last of us smut #joel miller fluff

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Continuing the Way - Chapter Five

Summary: Jado Isard returns, and Din is tempted ...

Rating: PG

Din would have noticed Jado Isard approaching if he hadn’t been carrying both boys and a bag stuffed full of an assortment of toys as they made their way back from the park. Since Mariana had been working so much lately, she hadn’t had time for her weekly excursion with the boys, so Din had taken it upon himself to keep up the tradition.

Ad’ika alerted him to Isard’s presence. “Aru’e, buir,” he said quietly. Enemy, father. Din shifted slightly, ready to place both boys on the ground out of harm’s way if need be.

“What did I tell you, Isard?,” he said, filling his voice with steel.

“Now, just hear me out, Djarin,” the man said. His beard was more unkempt than it had been a few weeks ago, and his hair had started to grow out into an unruly mess. “Let me give you the details and then if you turn me down, I’ll leave. Promise.”

“Swear on your mother’s bones,” Din said.

Isard rolled his eyes but nodded. “Okay, I swear on my mother’s bones. Just listen to me, please?”

It was not like Isard to beg and that was what decided Din. “You have five minutes,” he said. There was a bench on the walkway a few feet away underneath a shady tree that had a scraggly patch of grass around its base. Din put the boys down and gave them the bag of toys. “Play quietly here for a few minutes while I talk to this man,” he told them. Ad’ika nodded solemnly, while Cabur stared fiercely at Isard.

“Bad man,” Cabur hissed. Din suppressed a smile. Mariana tried to curb the young boy’s more feral instincts but having been raised as a warrior himself, Din saw them as more desirable attributes than she did.

“Maybe,” Din told his son. “We’ll find out.” He sat on the bench, close to the boys, and signaled to Isard to join him. The other man perched warily on the other end of the bench, watching Din’s hands carefully. Smart man, Din thought. He had a small blaster concealed under his jacket and a throwing knife in his left boot. Although he never wore weapons around the house, because of the possibility of the boys getting hold of them, he could not leave home without something to back up his hand-to-hand fighting skills, especially when he had his sons in tow.

“Five minutes. Go,” Din said.

Isard cleared his throat. “Okay, so times have been a bit tough lately, with the New Republic gaining ground and removing pockets of Imperial sympathizers,” he began. “So I got a little overextended …”

Din interrupted him. “You’re in debt.”

Isard nodded. “Yeah, to Anic Nasirii Grixo.”

Din whistled. He couldn’t help it. Grixo was one of the most notoriously vengeful Hutts, worse even than the legendary Jabba of Tatooine. Grixo lent money easily but on highly dangerous terms for the borrower. If Isard had gone to Grixo for cash, he’d really been hard up. “And you want my help to get you out of it. No. No way in all the Sixteen Hells of Doona.” He stood up.

“Wait, wait, Mand— Djarin,” Isard pleaded. “You haven’t heard all of it.”

Din knew he should gather the boys and walk away but something in Isard’s eyes made him hesitate. The other man took advantage of that and plunged ahead. “I know the location of the wreckage of the Jotau. It’s on Dala.”

Din sat back down. The Jotau was legendary. A transport ship from the days of the Old Republic, laden down with a cargo of precious minerals and metals … including what was rumored to be some of the finest beskar ever forged on Mandalore.

“Ah, that caught your attention,” Isard said with a grin. “Yes, the Jotau. I spent years and far too much money to get those coordinates, Djarin. Now all I need is someone to help me get in there, get as much out as I can, and pay off Grixo. I’ll split whatever’s left over … and you can have all the beskar. Every last ounce of it.”

Din was tempted. Oh, how he was tempted. If Isard truly had the location of the lost Jotau there was enough beskar on board to outfit a thousand Mandalorian soldiers. He was dar’manda now, but he still owed a debt to the Armorer turned Mand’alor who had done so much for him. She had allowed him to keep a small amount of beskar: his helmet, the pauldron on which his clan signet was displayed … and the wedding rings he and Mariana wore. Beskar was so rare these days, and by all rights every bit of it belonged to the Mandalorians.

He thumbed his ring as he thought. The university provided free child care for employees. The three week break between terms was coming up soon; Mariana had work to do during that time, but not as much as she currently did, and she could do without him at home for a short time. If Isard had a decent ship, Dala was only two days away …

There was a tug on his pant leg and Din looked down into Ad’ika’s face. His son slowly shook his head, his huge eyes shimmering with fear. Din glanced at Cabur, whose expression mirrored that of his brother. They knew he was tempted.

Din smiled and stroked Ad’ika’s fuzzy little head. “It’s tempting, Isard,” he admitted. “But I have to say no. I have all the beskar I need and something far more precious as well.” He ran his thumb over the smooth metal of his ring one last time before picking Ad’ika up and cuddling him in his lap.

“But …” Isard sputtered, but Din raised a hand to stop him.

“You swore you’d leave if I said no after hearing you out. I heard you out. I said no. So leave,” he said.

Cabur leaned against his leg, glaring. “You go!,” he said loudly, pointing at Isard. Brave enough to face down a “bad man,” but not quite brave enough to do so without the protection of his father close at hand. Din placed a hand on his son’s shoulder and gave him a little squeeze.

“Well done, verd’ika,” he said quietly.

Isard shrugged. “All right, I tried,” he said. “But when you find out someone outside of Mandalore got a hold of all that beskar, don’t come crying to me.”

“If anyone but a Mandalorian takes possession of that beskar,” Din said, “the Mand’alor will make short work of them. She has the Darksaber, after all, thanks to me.”

He placed Ad’ika back on the ground while they gathered up the toys, pointedly turning his back on Isard. When he had the bag back on his shoulder and both boys in his arms again, he turned to see Isard shuffling down the street, shoulders hunched in defeat. Din shook his head. “Never get into debt with a Hutt, boys,” he said. “Come on, let’s go home and figure out what to have for dinner.”

Ad’ika patted his face. “Jate, buir.”

“Jate, Daddy,” Cabur echoed.

“Jate, cyare'se,” Din replied, fighting back tears. “Jatne manda.”

Good, my beloveds. I am at one with my clan and my life.

#star wars #the mandalorian #grogu #baby yoda #Pedro pascal character fiction #din djarin #din djarin x original female character

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stuffing

summary: javier has never been able to get enough of you, but it's only gotten worse ever since you've become pregnant.

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); fingering; established relationship; pregnancy sex/kink; squirting; cum eating; cum play; creampie; some dirty talk

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Life in Laredo was boring.

Boring people, boring houses, hell, even the birds singing here seemed boring.

But that’s how Javier liked it.

The biggest news here was barely worth a mention compared to what he had seen in Colombia.

He was more than fine with this boring life, no more chases, no more heavy protection tact vests. No looking over the shoulder, no suspicious staring.

Though, he still did that from time to time.

Couldn’t quite shake the habit of suspecting people planned something bad, occasionally checking his car for bombs.

He’d probably never lose these things, it was too deeply embedded into his being now, had become a part of him.

But that’s why he loved this boring life.

Coming home to the little plot of land they had purchased right next to his father’s, staying close to Chucho and helping out whenever they could.

Coming home to a warm home, decorated with silly little trinkets, pretty paintings.

Everything neatly organized but with a certain chaos to it. He didn’t like things too neat, and while their home was tidy and clean, it looked lived in.

Maybe a little wild at times.

Not bare or sparsely decorated like safehouses or his apartment back in Medellín.

He loved coming home to the smell of food wafting to the front door.

Loved coming home to her.

His lovely wife, her back turned towards him as she worked on something, hair up and out of her face.

Moving her pretty hips and ass as she hummed along to whatever song the radio was playing. Completely in her own world.

He smiled when he saw her, walking up to her and pressing himself close, hands on her hip and kissing the back of her head before pressing one against her exposed neck.

She was warm and inviting, letting out a small sigh when she felt him, leaning back while still working on whatever food she was making.

“Looks good, cariño.” He said, kissing that spot behind her ear that let her sigh even deeper before resting his chin on her shoulder to watch.

“Thank you, it’s the stuffing for the poblano peppers I wanna make at the cookout tomorrow.” She said, her skilled hands cutting vegetables into small portions. “I know I could whip it up tomorrow, but I have so many things still planned and I don’t know how I’ll feel.”

A smirk stretched his lips wide, his hands roaming to her large, round belly. Just letting his hands smooth over it for a moment, they wandered to the underside of it, gently lifting it.

The sigh of relief that spilled over her lips echoed loudly in the kitchen and he watched how she put down the knife, just leaning back into him, hands gripping the counter.

It was a heavy weight in his hands and he couldn’t imagine carrying that around every day.

But she was such a champ, despite her swearing and complaints. And she had never looked more beautiful.

“We could make a different kind of stuffing.” He suggested, tone teasing. “Together.”

A small laugh bubbled in her chest, and fuck, how he loved hearing it.

“Pretty sure there’s enough stuffing inside of me already.”

Javier had always been pretty insatiable when it came to her, whether it was for the basic need of wanting to fuck his beautiful wife or because his past was plaguing him and he needed a respite, seeking comfort in her body rather than his usual vices.

But ever since she had become pregnant, he truly couldn’t get enough of her, hands all over her round belly and swollen breasts, needing some part of himself buried inside her pussy.

Not that she minded, he always made sure to make her feel good.

“C’mon, nena.” He said, letting her belly down again gently, taking notice of how she slumped a little. “There can never be enough stuffing inside of you.”

She rolled her eyes with a groan, partially from the heavy weight returning, partially because he was ridiculous. In the best way, of course.

“Better keep that talk to a minimum tomorrow.” She warned with a grin, turning around in his arms and leaning back against the counter.

“Yes ma’am.”

His lips on hers were gentle at first, moulding languidly together, his hand roaming up and down her side. Moustache tickling her upper lip.

Letting his tongue find hers, he could taste some of the vegetables she had chopped up, smiling at that. She tasted amazing and Javier couldn’t wait to have whatever she was making tomorrow.

But first, he wanted her.

Deepening the kiss, his hands wandered down to her ass, squeezing hard which made her moan.

The most beautiful sound he knew, soft and already high-pitched, a song no one else would ever know.

“C’mon, nena” He rasped against her lips, a small groan leaving him when her hands wandered into his hair. “Let me take care of you.”

She chuckled at his words.

“Take care of me or of your dick?”

Javier had to laugh at that as well, forehead coming to rest against hers, looking into her eyes.

“Is that what you think of me?”

She shrugged her shoulders, upside down smile on her lips.

Her hands moved to his cheeks, squishing them just lightly. She really wanted him, feeling wet already at the thought of him inside her.

But she needed to finish chopping the vegetables first, knowing she wouldn’t come back here once he had her in bed. And he wouldn’t do it.

“Can I finish this first, Javi?” She placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right over the small scar there. “I know you won’t let me out of bed once you get me there.”

Javier sighed but nodded. Anything for his wife.

Kissing her forehead, he let his lips linger there as she hummed. “I’ll help you, cariño.”

It took them longer than expected to land in their bedroom, with Javier trying to get things done the fast way and getting reprimanded by her more than just once for how sloppily he diced the vegetables.

But, they had managed somehow, leaving the mess to get cleaned up in the morning.

She giggled when he pushed her onto the bed, gently, before kneeling before her.

Hands on her belly, lips back on hers.

“Wanna taste that pussy so bad.” He said, one hand sliding to her thigh and slowly pushing up the hem of her dress. “Wet and sweet for me.”

Kissing down her jaw to her neck, he could feel the moan vibrating in her throat, her hand at the back of his neck.

“Please, Javi.” She sighed, enjoying the way his lips felt against her skin, how tantalisingly slow he moved his calloused hand up her thigh.

Her legs spread further, allowing him to trace his fingers up the inside of her thigh before reaching the hem of her panties, already wet.

A soft gasp echoed between them when he pressed a knuckle over her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure.

Her fingers curled into his neck, eyes closed.

She was much more sensitive now, every little touch so much more intense as he languidly dragged his knuckle over the damp material.

“Feels good, huh, nena?” He asked, leaning back to look at her face, drinking in her pleasure as he pressed a little harder.

She nodded, humming, biting her lip when he brushed over her clit again.

“Take them off, Javi.”

He grinned, fingers hooking under the waistband and tugging them down her legs when she lifted her hips to help him.

Both his hands were back on her immediately, bunching up her summer dress so he could look at her soaking pussy when she leaned back on one arm. The other caressed the back of his head still.

No matter how often he saw her, he always looked mesmerised somehow, like this was his first time.

Made her feel special, the low, quiet whistle and grin on his face making her giggle.

“Pretty pussy all soaked for me.” He said, eyes still on her middle as he used his thumbs to spread her open, the air chilly against her. “You're stunning, cariño.”

She couldn’t quite see, her belly too big already, but she felt the rough pad of one thumb press into her clit, making her hips jerk forward.

“Always for you, Javi.” She smiled, nails scratching against his scalp.

His dark eyes found hers, sparkling and so loving and he leaned up towards her face, pressing a long kiss to her lips.

“Let me taste you, nena.” He said.

Just a few years back, when she had met him between his stays in Colombia, he would have just dived in without even asking, merely announcing it.

It made her happy that he had settled a little, had found enough rest to allow himself to change just a bit.

Just a little though, still falling into his old ways more often than not.

Exactly how she liked it.

“‘Course, Javi, you fucking know that.” She chuckled, kissing him again before he settled back down, grinning like he’d just won the damn lottery.

In his mind, he did.

With a woman so stunning, so perfect with her charm and wits and that round belly only making her angelic.

He felt like he had done something right for once when he put a ring on her, just them in a tiny ceremony.

Only Chucho with them.

They never liked the big celebrations, just them was enough.

“Scootch back and lay down, cariño.” He said, helping her to move back on the bed, making it easier for both of them.

That growing stomach of hers had made it just a little harder to do all this, but they found a way.

She hummed when he kissed down the insides of her thighs, occasionally biting her while his hands kept them spread for him.

Her hand in his hair tugged weakly on his dark locks, making him hum in return.

“So fucking pretty.” He murmured, right before finding her middle, tongue twisting around her clit, seeing how her back arched off the bed, her fingers curling tighter into his hair. “So fucking sensitive, cariño.”

Licking a broad stripe up her folds, he focused solely on her clit, tongue flicking over it before he sucked on it, making her moan and whimper.

“Javi, fuck, that feels good, baby.” She whined loudly, writhing on the bed already, one hand twisted in the sheets while the other still gripped his hair tightly.

She wished she could watch him, watch his face as he ate her out. He always looked so pretty when he did.

So she closed her eyes and imagined his staring up at hers, brows furrowed in concentration. The wet sounds growing louder, mingling with her moans.

Her hips bucked against his mouth and he laid one of his hands on her hip to keep her still, the other finding her wet entrance, two fingers teasing her and making her whine.

“Oh- Baby, please, fuck me with your fingers, please.” She rushed out, trying to inch closer to him but he kept teasing her, letting them glide over her aching hole but not pushing inside. “You’re a mean man, Javi.”

He hummed against her, the vibrations running up her spine and pushed his fingers in, taking her by surprise.

She clenched around him, moaning loudly and throwing her head back as he slowly started pumping in and out of her, fingers curling against that spongy sweet spot inside of her.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled, grabbing her hip harder as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. “Sweet pussy gripping me so tight, nena.”

Her orgasm was building rapidly, feeling so sensitive as he touched all the right spots.

A different, unfamiliar sensation built alongside it, faster and faster as she writhed below him, whines growing louder.

“Baby- I’m gonna-” She choked out, unable to finish her sentence as her orgasm crashed into her so suddenly and so violently that she couldn’t even make more sounds.

Then she felt it, a warm, wet gush, her hand in his hair managing to tug him away as he kept pumping his fingers, fucking her through her orgasm as she soaked his shirt.

He just looked stunned. This was the first time this had ever happened and seeing her body tremble, legs shaking and her thighs and the sheets wet…

Could he possibly be more in love and crazy for her?

“‘M sorry, Javier.” She gasped out when he removed his fingers once she had calmed down again, breathing hard. “I don’t know-”

“Stop.” He cut her off, rising to his feet so he could crawl over her. “That was fucking hot, cariño.”

His eyes were hungry when he looked down at her, lips crashing into hers.

His moustache was wet, as was his chin and she could taste herself on him when he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

She could practically feel how excited he was, not that he ever wasn’t, but all the shame she might have felt at what she did was melting away as he kissed her so roughly and passionately, his hands moving to push down the straps of her dress.

Quickly his fingers unclasped her bra and she helped him take it off, groaning when his rough hands cupped her sensitive breasts.

“God, I love you pregnant.” He said, kissing down her neck to her chest.

She giggled, the sound broken by a gasp when his mouth closed around one nipple.

“Just ‘cause my tits get bigger?”

Javier had to laugh at that. “Exactly, and you’re fucking sexy like this.”

She rolled her eyes, moaning again when his tongue curled around her nipple, back arching into him.

“Can you finally fuck me?” She asked, hands in his hair. “Please, baby, it hurts.”

He sat up, taking off his soaked shirt and throwing it to the side, revealing his toned chest and soft stomach.

“Hurts for me, nena?” He said, brow raised as his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. “Gonna need my dick to help you feel better?”

She nodded, biting her lip as she watched him take off his jeans, then his underwear, his hard cock springing free.

“Say it.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to coax him closer.

“Need your cock in my aching pussy, Javi. Want you to fuck me.”

His hands wandered to her dress, still bunched around her hips and pulled it off of her.

“My pretty little wife.” He chuckled, lining himself up with her, her legs draped over his hips. “You sound so sweet, you’re always so good to me.”

Slowly he pushed in, watching for her reactions as he pushed in deeper, until he was settled all the way.

She moaned, eyes closing and her hands reaching for his thighs, needing to hold onto him in some way.

“Feels good?” He asked, running his hands over her legs, then placed them over hers.

A low hum left her and she nodded. “Move, baby. Wanna feel you.”

Javier obliged almost immediately, rolling his hips slowly, pulling out before pushing himself all the way in again.

Dragging low moans from her, short gasps and pants.

Watching her face contort in pleasure when one of her hands left his leg to squeeze her own breast.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, cariño.” He groaned, feeling her clench around him. “My dirty, little wife.”

A new orgasm built rapidly, his dick hitting all the right places inside of her, his groans and moans only helping the waves of pleasure grow.

She opened her eyes to look at him, watching his muscles flex as he slammed his hips against hers, when he lifted her legs to lay them against his shoulders, changing the angle and moving faster.

“Oh- Javi, fuck!” She gasped, feeling herself so close already as he kept fucking her. “You feel so good!”

“I know, nena.” He rasped, his eyes moving back and forth between her face and her bouncing breasts. “Be a good girl for me and let go, yeah? Wanna feel that pussy all tight, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, cariño.”

Just a few more thrusts, looking at his face, teeth bared and brows furrowed, her second orgasm crashed into her, making her tense up and moan his name, squeezing him so tightly he had to stop for a moment.

“Just like that, nena, yes.” He breathed out, picking up his speed as he fucked her through it, rhythm faltering. “That’s my girl, fuck-”

His hips pressed into her, a guttural groan ripped from him as he came, fingers curling into her thighs.

“So fucking pretty with your belly, fuck- Gotta give you more.”

She barely understood his rambling over the blood rushing in her ears, struggling to breathe as she still felt the pleasure running through her.

But something about it was just incredibly hot.

He let her legs down gently before pulling out carefully, spreading her legs to watch his cum leak out of her.

She felt hot under his gaze and watched as he used his fingers to push it back into her, making her groan and roll her eyes.

“Javi, I am already pregnant.” She said, watching his face closely.

He hummed in response, still pushing more back into her.

“Just gotta make sure.” He said, hearing her laugh at that. “Love seeing my cum inside you, cariño, you know that.”

“Just gotta make sure…” She mumbled under her breath with a chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”

Happy with what he’d done, he leaned forward to kiss her belly before leaning over her again, putting his fingers to her mouth.

“Open.”

She did, sucking his fingers into her mouth and humming at the salty taste, both of them together.

When he pulled them out again, he kissed her, soft and tender now, his hand smoothing over her belly.

“We do make good stuffing.” She said, trying not to laugh but feeling herself unable to when he started grinning.

He laughed too, loving her laugh and kissing her forehead.

“We do, and I’ll make sure there’s more where that came from.” He said, eyes twinkling.

“Not tomorrow.” She warned.

He kissed her cheek.

“I won’t have to mention it, everyone can already see how well I stuffed you.”

That earned him a playful swat on the arm, pushing him off of her with a laugh.

Yeah, she really loved this Javier.

And she could imagine letting him stuff her just once or twice more.

He was pretty good at this, after all.

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aurorawritestoescape · 1 month

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LOST & FOUND || Joel Miller x f!reader || 3,8k

pt 2 of Perfect Strangers || can be read alone

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, a bit of angst, infidelity, unspecified age gap, unprotected piv(wrap it up), f!oral, soft!joel, cum eating, swearing, Joel can pick up reader, reader wears a dress

Summary: you meet Joel by accident at a party and fall for the charm of the handsome stranger again.

A/n: thank you to @noceurous for the ask and motivation to continue the story. Hugs and kisses to @missannwinchester and @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and editing🌸 Hope y’all enjoy!💖

Part 1 || Masterlist

*****

It was a sunny spring day but you were sad and angry . Not only did you have to spend this Saturday with your boyfriend’s colleagues at his boss's birthday party but you also had to wait for him there because he was stuck in a traffic jam. You’d have rather waited in the car but he said it wasn’t polite to be late and asked you to explain the situation.

You did and now you had to endure the torture of small talk with people you hardly knew, only meeting them twice a year at their work parties.

You were standing on the patio with Karen or Carol listening to her yap about one of her kids.

You were about to die of boredom when you felt someone’s eyes on you. You looked back, searching through the crowd of guests in the backyard. The people were chatting quietly, drinking and waiting for the celebration to start when your gaze stopped at a man facing away from you. You saw a broad back clad in a white shirt and a head full of dark curly hair. His hands were shoved in the pockets of black pants and he was talking to someone you didn’t know.

Your eyes must be deceiving you, was your first thought. It couldn’t be him! But when the man turned his head slightly to the left to greet another person joining them, your heart burst with excitement, fear, joy, your stomach jumped, fell and swirled around and you felt like you were going to either faint or puke all over the nice lawn.

It was him, no doubt, the stranger who had fucked you on Valentine’s Day in a dark alley by the restaurant while his wife and your boyfriend were waiting for you two inside.

Although you couldn’t call him a stranger anymore. After making you come on his tongue and his cock, he had left you a card with his name and a phone number. The name, Joel Miller, had been swirling in your mind all those couple of months, and you had read his phone number so many times that it was imprinted in your memory.

You had never called him though, scared of pursuing a relationship with a married man and being afraid to break up with your boyfriend who was a nice guy with good husband potential.

The only time you let yourself see Joel was in your dreams and your fantasies- when your vibrator was pressed tightly to your clit or when your boyfriend was fucking you. At first you felt bad for imagining another man but Joel’s face behind your eyelids and the memory of his cock sliding in and out your tight channel made your orgasms so much harder that you’d given up and let yourself have at least that.

You were watching Joel from across the backyard and couldn’t help but feel his hands on your body. His hair was shining under the bright afternoon sun, and you wished you could run your fingers through it.

Suddenly he turned in your direction and in panic you quickly swirled around, excused yourself and rushed to the open back door. You almost ran through the kitchen and to the bathroom. You needed to be alone with your thoughts and to decide what you were going to do. The possibility of sitting at the same table with your boyfriend, Joel and his wife made your heart freeze with fear.

As soon as you locked the bathroom door, you hurried to the sink ready to puke your guts out. Trying to calm your nerves, you took a deep breath and your scared face with wide eyes and trembling lips told you that there was only one option - you needed to leave. As soon as possible.

You took out your phone and were about to text your boyfriend that you had the worst period pains, (period talk always made him uncomfortable for some weird reason), when you heard a quiet knock on the door.

“Occupied,” you said loudly and began writing the message.

There was another knock and your breath hitched. Your trembling legs slowly carried you to the door and you unlocked it with shaky hands before taking a step back.

The door slowly opened revealing Joel standing in the hall.

He smiled at you, looked around and quickly entered the bathroom. Then he locked the door and turned to you.

The room that was spacious just a second ago, now felt small and suffocating. You were hardly breathing.

“Hey,” Joel said, his gaze sliding up and down your body. “Didn’t believe it was you first. But it’s you.”

His eyes were warm but the longer you stared into them the more heat you felt in his darkening irises. Your dress suddenly felt too short, the neckline too revealing.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

“Was nice seeing you again…I need to go.”

You took a step towards the door trying to squeeze past him when he stretched out his arm stopping you.

“Hey!” You exclaimed furrowing your brows at the man.

“Let’s talk. Give me five minutes,” he asked softly, with a trace of plea in his voice.

You needed to leave but his scent, his presence, the memory of him touching you made you pause and breathe out a quiet “okey.”

He was too close to you, the warmth of his body heating up your skin, so you returned to the sink and leaned against the counter.

He gave you a wide charming smile and was about to come up to you but stopped in his tracks.

His face fell a little when he asked,

“Why didn’t you call?”

You heart sank when you heard the question that you had asked yourself many times since that night in February.

Averting your eyes from him you mumbled,

“You’re married.”

The sadness in your voice was evident so he took a step closer. And then another one.

You felt his big warm hand on your naked shoulder and looked up into his sad puppy eyes quickly getting lost in them. You felt tingling between your legs and scolded yourself inwardly for being so weak.

“Are you here with your boyfriend?” he asked, gliding his hand down your arm, from your shoulder to your elbow. Your skin erupted in goosebumps and you moved away a little and hugged your middle.

“Not yet… he’s late,” you replied, your gaze downcast, and added in a seemingly nonchalant tone, “is your wife here?”

“Will it turn you on if I say ‘yes’?”

Your stomach made a flip and you swallowed loudly. His words hit you right in the pussy. A light tingling turned into a scorching fire. The sensations, phrases, feelings of that night rushed to you with a new force.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice serious. He wasn’t pleading anymore, he was telling you what to do. Commanding you.

‘How dare he?’ you thought and glared at the man.

“What do you want, Joel?"

To your surprise he gave you a little smile.

"Love hearing my name out of this pretty mouth." He leaned closer and brought his hand to your face. His thumb brushed against your lower lip and your pussy fluttered. “I wonder what else you can do with it.”

The ache for him was getting unbearable and you tried to leave but he stepped in front of you not letting you through.

“I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again.” He said, hands raised, his gentle voice returning. You felt sadness when you heard his words.

“Unless you want me to…,” he added and you both smiled. The tension between you was dissolving and you perched your ass back on the counter.

“My wife’s not here, but …fuck,” his hands fell at the sides and he was clenching and unclenching his fists. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You were staring at him with wide eyes, not saying anything, afraid to hear what he wanted to say but wishing for it so hard you held your breath so as not to spook it.

“I tried to find you. Went back to that place but they wouldn’t give me your name… well, your boyfriend’s name…But you’re here now and … don’t you think it means something?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Don’t tell me it’s destiny, Joel,”

He huffed a sad laugh, “I know it sounds stupid. But I see the way you look at me,” he inched closer to you, “I see your eyes. I see the way your body reacts to me…what are we going to do about it?”

Your eyes were locked, faces so close that you were breathing each other’s air.

Like that night he waited for you to take the first step, to give him permission.

You thought about all the nights you had dreamed about his hands on you, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, his cock splitting you open and the desire won over reason once again.

You tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt and pressed your lips to his. Like the first time his arms immediately embraced you and he answered your kiss with hunger and vigour.

He was holding you tight as your hands were roaming his back, so strong and broad under your touch, until he parted from you.

“I’m not making you do this, am I?” He asked through heavy breaths.

“No, I want it. I want you,” you assured him looking into his blown eyes. His happy smile warmed your heart and you hugged him and pressed your cheek to his warm chest peeking out from the shirt. You felt him plant a kiss on the top of your head and your eyes welled up with tears. You realized that you missed not only his body, you missed him, the way he had made you feel that time, the warmth he had given you.

You sniffed and he bent his legs at the knees lowering himself and searching for your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what is it, baby?

“I’m really happy to see you.”

He smiled and took your face between his warm palms before pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m happy too,” he whispered and you stood like that for a few moments, quietly enjoying each other.

Soon it wasn’t enough and you started to make out. Joel grabbed your ass cheeks and squeezed them with his big hands. You pressed your hips to him and felt him grow harder with every stroke of your lips against his.

“Fuck me, Joel,” you whimpered and he growled before looking around the bathroom.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you to the toilet. He put the lid down and sat on top of it.

You immediately straddled his lap and your lips found his again. He was caressing you with his tongue while you were grinding your pussy against his stiff bulge. His pants were thin so you felt his cock perfectly.

His hands were kneading your ass cheeks before they sneaked under your dress and the sensation of his skin on yours made you gush into your panties.

“Wanna ride me, baby?” He asked and you nodded eagerly, your pretense having already crumbled.

You got off him so he could tug his pants along with his boxers down to his knees. They pooled around his ankles on the floor. You saw his long thick cock and your mouth watered.

Still standing in front of him you hiked up your dress revealing your lacy panties and he cursed under his breath. You softly gasped when he leaned towards you and pressed his lips to your covered pussy. His hot wet tongue licked over the material applying pressure to your clit and you moaned his name.

“Fuck.. again,” he commanded pulling your panties to the side and exposing your pussy, “Say my name like this again.”

You followed the command breathing out a sultry “Joel” and he groaned as his mouth latched to your cunt. His tongue slid between your folds and he began eating you out, holding you tight with his thick fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

Soon you came whimpering into the back of your hand.

Not giving you a respite Joel pulled you down to straddle his naked thighs. His cock looked painfully hard and drops of precum landed on your skin with each harsh movement.

His lips and chin were shiny with your slick and you licked it off him before kissing him again. His hands pulled the neckline of your dress down along with the cups of your bra and he cursed staring at your breasts.

His hands darted to knead them.

“Fuck, they are gorgeous,” Joel mumbled before taking a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard nub.

You loved him playing with your tits but you needed more. So you lifted your hips, took his hard cock and guided it to your crying entrance.

Joel parted from your breast, looked down and leaned back slightly to watch his cock disappear inside your little hole.

“Oh, yeah…” he moaned and you echoed him while your walls were parting, welcoming his length.

You locked eyes with him, watching pleasure paint his face as you were sinking on him inch by inch.

You moaned loudly when you bottomed out.

“Naughty girl, want everyone to hear you? Maybe you want them to watch you bounce on my dick too, huh?”

You pussy clenched around his thick cock and you fluttered your eyes shut, almost coming just from hearing him.

“Yeah, that’s my little slut,” he praised you and thrust up harshly into you. You opened your eyes and gasped as his tip hit your cervix.

You began rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his member.

His hazy gaze was sliding over your heated face, bouncing breasts and glistening pussy which was tightly enveloping his cock.

Joel’s soft growls and curses filled the bathroom while you were mercilessly biting your lip trying to keep your whimpers from escaping.

Suddenly you heard a short buzz coming from behind you. Your phone. Probably a text from your boyfriend. To be honest you forgot about him as soon as Joel’s tongue slid into your mouth. He had probably arrived at the party and the thought of him catching you and Joel in the act skyrocketed your arousal. You couldn’t deny that it was hot. So you kept riding Joel and he was helping you, with his hands on your hips.

Then you heard the buzzing again and now it was continuous. He was calling you.

“Answer it,” Joel said, making you stop by putting pressure on your hips.

“Fuck, i don’t know…let’s keep going,”

“I said answer it,” Joel repeated, his fingers squeezing your flesh, not painfully but enough to show you that he was serious.

With a wicked smile you reached behind still sitting on his cock and took your phone off the counter.

You swiped the button to the right and answered the call.

“Hey,” you said trying to sound normal and felt Joel’s hands moving your hips on his lap. He was slowly massaging his cock with your tight pussy while you were talking to your boyfriend.

“I’m here. Where the hell are you?”

His voice was worried and frustrated and you felt a little bad but the guilt was completely overshadowed by the sensation of Joel’s cock dragging in and out of your channel, his hands gliding over your thighs, ass, chest, his eyes devouring you.

A little smile was dancing on Joel’s face as he slid his hands under your thighs and started bouncing you on his cock, his fat head hitting your cervix with a delicious ache. You gasped and tried to stop him but the arousal was clouding your mind making you pliant and obedient to Joel’s desire.

“I’m in the bathroom. Aaahh,” you moaned after a particularly hard thrust and hastily put a palm over your mouth, eyes wide and scared. Joel’s smug grin told you he was enjoying himself too much. You tried to collect yourself.

“Sorry, my period started…it hurts.”

“Shit, really? Will you be out soon?” He whispered into the phone.

“N-no… ehm.. it’s big.. I mean it’s bad,” you stammered when Joel took your nipple in his mouth and started sucking and licking it, his strong hands still moving you on his thick cock. His dark eyes were looking up into yours and you felt yourself on the edge of climax.

You heard a frustrated groan in your ear. You replied with another whimper.

“I’m dripping everywhere,” you whined, fluttering your eyes shut with pleasure and heard Joel curse against your breast.

“Do you need help? I can come there,” your boyfriend offered unsurely.

“No, no, I’m managing it… aah.. i'll see you at home. Bye!”

You quickly ended the call and threw the phone back on the counter.

“You’re horrible,” you whined nuzzling Joel’s neck and kissing his skin there.

“I’m horrible? You were moaning on my cock talking to your boyfriend, naughty girl,” he purred against your temple, thrusting up into your pussy with added vigour.

His fat tip was grinding against your soft spot with every thrust, your clit was rubbing deliciously on his soft lower belly and when he kissed you, your pussy began contracting around his cock.

“Here we go… good girl,” Joel praised you, watching you unravel in his arms, rocking his hips into you.

“Joel…” you moaned a little too loud and his palm covered your mouth. You were whimpering into his hand, eyes shut, while his strong arm was holding you close.

When the spasms ended you slumped into his embrace and he let you rest for a minute or so before you felt him gently move his hips again.

After your climax the affection for him overwhelmed you. You wished to give him everything, every tiny bit of yourself. So you started riding him, whispering his name, knowing the effect it had on him.

“Joel…Joel… Joel..”

He dropped his head back, mouth slack and eyes hazy, and his ecstatic expression made your chest flutter with pride.

Then he brought his lips to your ear and whispered,

“You little minx… I’m gonna blow my load right into your slutty pussy if you don’t stop...”

“I want your load…”

“Where, baby?”

“Inside,” you replied and his thrusts became fast and erratic.

“Fuck, really? Want me to pump you full?…make you leak all over your thighs?.. ‘m gonna ruin your pretty dress.. gonna be all covered in my cum.” He was growling through gritted teeth, fucking up into your cunt fast and hard, making your whole body bounce on his lap.

Then he stilled with a pained moan, his face pressed to the crease of your neck and began pulsating inside you. You felt the warmth of his seed filling you up as his arms were squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe.

Every jerk of his body marked another rope of cum painting your walls.

When his body relaxed, you two didn’t move. Joel was nuzzling your neck trying to catch his breath while you were running your fingers through his curly hair, slightly damp with sweat.

Your stomach started churning with fear and worry. He used to be a stranger haunting your wet dreams and invading your fantasies. But that day every thrust of his hips, every kiss was turning him into someone else, someone too important for you to lose, someone impossible to forget. That realization scared you to the core and you hastily got up from his lap. His cock slipped out of your pussy, making his cum leak all over your inner thighs but you didn’t care. With your heart gripped by fear you stepped back to the counter.

He looked up at you, startled by the sudden change in your mood, got up too and pulled his boxers and pants back on.

After adjusting his clothes he took a cautious step towards you and raised his brow waiting for you to talk.

“We can’t do this anymore, Joel” you mumbled, as your eyes stung with tears.

He sighed, took another step and opened his arms to you. You hesitated for a moment but his magnetic pull made you press your body to him, with your cheek on his chest wetting his shirt. He planted a kiss on top of your head and his embrace, warm and comforting, somehow made your fears dispel and you took a deep breath feeling yourself calming down.

“I need to go,” you whispered and left his embrace with reluctance.

“Just one second, baby,” he said before lifting you by the waist and setting you down on the counter, making you gasp in surprise.

Joel dampened a hand towel and asked you to lift your hips. You did and he slid the soaked material off your legs. Then he cleaned you up, his touch gentle and soft and you let him take care of you. When he finished, he stood between your legs, hands on your waist, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Wanna ask you something,” he whispered and you hummed, waiting for him to continue.

“Don’t let him fuck you, baby, please.” His hand sneaked under your dress and he gently stroked your folds with his thumb, “This pussy’s mine now. Fuck…already miss being inside you.”

You moaned hearing his words and reached for his lips. His possessiveness and the kiss you were sharing made your core ignite again and you hastily parted from him, afraid not to be able to leave. And you needed to leave. To gather your thoughts, to decide what to do next.

You took your panties and your phone off the counter but he grabbed it from you.

“Not so fast, little girl.”

“Joel!”

You stood up, about to protest.

“I won’t let you disappear this time.” He put your phone in front of your face and unlocked it.

You saw him dial a number, his number, and press Call. When you heard a buzz in his pants he gave you your phone back with a pleased grin.

You were happy and a little scared that he had your number too.

“Good bye, Joel,” you said, smiling back but feeling a pang of sadness in your heart about leaving him.

You hopped off the counter and headed for the door but suddenly Joel grasped your wrist and spun you around. You giggled, blinking away the whiplash. With your face between his big palms Joel gave you a farewell kiss and then looked deep into your eyes.

“I’ll see you soon, baby.”

Before leaving you brought your lips to his ear and told him something that made him beam. It was your name.

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