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I actually had so much fun writing this, so I really hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know what you think and what I should write next! Mwah!

warnings/tags: 18+ (smut), p in v sex, v in mouth, fingering, talking you through it, aftercare

wc :: 2.0k

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The Jackson air was brittle as you walked home from the Tipsy Bison, nipping at your red nose and rosy cheeks. Joel's gloved hand was laced through yours, absentmindedly rubbing imperceptible circles on your knuckles with his thumb. "Fuck, it's freezing." You muttered, teeth chattering as you turned the corner onto your street. "I know, darlin'." Joel pulled you an inch closer, his grip on your hand becoming a fraction tighter.

As you entered your house, Joel removed his gloves and unzipped his jacket, hanging it on the hook next to the front door. Tossing his gloves onto the floor, he quickly turned to you to help you take off your coat. "Let's get you out of this, angel." His fingers found your zipper and tugged as you shrugged out the warmth, shivering slightly. "Why don't you go sit on the couch, darlin'? I'll get the fire goin' for us." His voice was low, his southern drawl clearer in the quiet of your house. "Yeah, okay." You nodded slightly, kicking off your boots and walking into the living room.

The living room was cold, the fire from this morning now just ash and soot. You grabbed the blanket that was slung over the back of the couch, wrapping it around yourself and sitting down on the couch. Joel stoked the fire, the first flame igniting. "There we go. Should warm up in a little bit." Joel smiled softly at you. "Is Ellie coming home tonight?" You questioned, having not seen her after you two had left the bar. "No. She's stayin' with Dina for the night." He sat down next to you, the couch sinking under his weight. "Oh yeah?" You replied, poorly hiding the smirk forming on your face. Joel turned his head, looking down at you. "Yeah. You got an idea of what we could do, darlin'?" His calloused hand rested on your thigh, a familiar warmth. "A few." Your smile fully reached your eyes, a soft giggle escaping you. "What's 'at?" His thumb stroked your thigh, trailing up higher. You shifted, climbing onto his lap, your knees digging into the couch on either side of his hips. "Hi." You whispered softly, your nose brushing his. The warmth of his breath ghosted your face, a stark difference compared to the still cool room around you. The fire crackled behind you, the warm light of the flames glowing against Joel's face. "Hi, beautiful." He whispered, his eyes fluttering closed. His hands found your waist, trailing up and down your sides. You leaned in slowly, closing the small distance between your faces. He groaned in approval as your lips found his, slowly sliding against each other. Your breath hitched as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip for entrance. Following his pace, your tongue slid against his, the sound of kissing and lips meeting loud in the quiet of the house, the only other sound your matching ragged breathing. His hands slid down your waist, finding your ass, kneading softly. You moaned softly into his mouth, grinding down against his half-hard erection. "Fuck, sweetheart." He broke the kiss, looking down at where you were rolling your hips against him. "So fuckin' pretty when you're bein' needy for me." He cooed, his eyes low. "Let me feel you, angel." His hands trailed up the hem of your long-sleeve, wrapping around and pushing down on the small of your back to pull you closer. Your breathing became heavier as he stroked your back, holding your arms up slightly for him to be able to take off your shirt. "Good girl." He groaned in approval, sliding your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. His eyes grazed over you as he inhaled sharply through his teeth. "You have no idea what you do to me, darlin'." His hands cupped your boobs through your bra. "I have an idea." You rolled your hips against him again, a more drawn-out grind. He hissed through his teeth, his cock hard against your thigh. "Upstairs. Now." Without letting you reply, he stood up, arms wrapping around you as he held you against his chest. Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling the two of you closer.

As he brought you into your bedroom, he kicked the door closed out of habit. He crossed the distance to the bed, laying you down in front of him. He fumbled with the buttons on his flannel, pulling it off and tossing it aside. You reached for your bra, going to unclasp it, when he stopped you. "Don't. I want to do that, angel." You nodded, leaning back on your elbows. He walked over to you as he pulled his belt out of the loops on his jeans, letting it fall to the floor. His hands snaked around you, finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with practiced ease. Tossing your bra aside, his mouth found your nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. Your back arched off the bed, an untranslatable sound escaping you. "Please, Joel. Please. I need you." You practically begged, fingers lacing through his hair. "I'm gonna take such good care of my baby. I got you, sweetheart." He whispered, looking up from your chest into your eyes. His hands trailed down your body, his lips placing open-mouth kisses on your stomach. You whimpered as his fingers found the button on your jeans, undoing the barrier between your soaked panties and his mouth. He pushed his fingers into your waistband, tugging them down and tossing them aside with his discarded shirt. His eyes landed on your damp panties, a proud groan coming from his chest. "So wet for me, angel." His fingers looped into your underwear, gently pulling them down and adding them to the pile of clothes somewhere across the room. You couldn't care less where he put them, as long as you could have his mouth on you. You spread your legs for him, his large palms pushing up on your thighs to spread you wider. He planted soft, torturous kisses on your inner thighs, dragging a whine from you. Before you could protest, he gently kissed your clit, causing you to gasp. "So reactive for me, baby. Fuck." He licked broad stripes up your soaked pussy, humming in approval at your wetness. "So goddamn wet for me." You moaned, nodding. "Only for you, daddy. Fuck- only for you." He smiled against your pussy, his nose pushing on your core. "Good girl. 'As right. Only for me." His mouth found your clit, circling and sucking as his thumbs rubbed encouraging circles against your inner thighs. "Yes! Joel!" One hand left your thigh, trailing lower and sliding a finger through your wetness. Your eyes shut tight as his finger found your entrance, stretching you out and curling against that spot he knows drives you crazy. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." You moaned breathily, fighting to not close your thighs around his head. Your reaction made him double down on his efforts, pushing another finger inside of you, the burn and stretch almost unbearable. His tongue didn't let up on your clit, his tongue flicking faster. "Daddy! That feels so fucking good!" Your back arched off the bed, fingers lacing through his hair and digging into his scalp. The pleasure was overwhelming, making you see stars. "I'm close! I'm gonna cum for you!" Your moans flooded the room, legs starting to tremble. "Let go for me, baby. Be a good girl and let go for daddy." He pulled off to encourage you before diving his mouth back against your clit. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" You came completely undone against his mouth, shaking and moaning as he gently licked you through it, his fingers slowing their devastating pace.

Hi loves!! I hope you enjoy this sm bc I had a lot of fun writing it! I also love Javi sm so let me know if you want more Javi writing! Mwah!

wc :: 1.3k

warnings/tags: 18+ (smut), p in mouth, v in mouth, aftercare, talking you through it

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Javi came home from a long day working with the DEA. He was frustrated that the drug lord he'd been trying to catch for the past few months barely slipped out of his reach today. Even though you were his favorite person, he wasn't in the mood for any attitude or sarcasm. You were lying in your shared hotel room's bed, the white comforter that familiar soft feeling on your legs. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of light pink panties, hair up in a messy bun, bundled up in the warmth of the bed. It wasn't unusual to stay up late waiting for him to come back, but you had been worried for him recently, as he seemed stressed from his recent case. Lying on your side, your eyes fluttered open and closed as you tried to stay up for him. As you were drifting off to sleep, you heard the familiar heavy pace of boots coming down the hallway and the buzz of the keycard unlocking your hotel room door.

You drifted back into consciousness, slowly sitting up in bed and letting the comforter pool around your waist. He huffed as the door swung open, letting his bag fall onto the ground with a thud. His holster and belt followed seconds later. "Hi, baby. How was your day?" You questioned softly, nervous at his rigid shoulders and unreadable expression that was almost imperceptible through the moonlight seeping in through the curtains. "Fine." He replied bluntly, his response hitting you like a slap. He was usually sweet after work, talking about his days, letting go, not letting his hard days interfere with your relationship. "Baby? What happened?" You switched on the lamp on your bedside table, his tired, frustrated expression clearer in the light. "It's fuckin' bullshit. That's what happened." He sat on the edge of the bed, untying his boots and tossing them aside. "Hey. I'm here. Talk to me. Tell me about it." You whispered, scooting forward to stroke his back. "He got away. I tried so hard to corner him. He had a fucking getaway driver. I let him get away." He ranted into the room, the air feeling cooler with his confession. "That's not your fault, Javi. You couldn't have known." You tried to comfort him, your nails lightly scratching his back, a familiar soothing sensation. "Yeah, well, I should've expected that. I wasn't prepared. That fucking asshole." He complained, turning to face you. Your eyes were on the comforter in front of you as you took in his words. "I swear to god, if I don't kill that motherfucker myself-" He paused, his eyes trailing down to where you were looking. "Look at me when I talk to you." Your eyes snapped up to his. "I'm sorry, baby. I promise I've been listening. I was trying to think about what I can do to help." You cooed, trying to explain yourself. "You wanna know what would help? Huh? You on your goddamn knees." He replied, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. You nodded, still in his grip. "Good girl."

Before you could move, he crashed his lips against yours, his tongue invading your mouth. You melted into the kiss almost immediately, kissing him back with the same freverent pace. He pulled back, stroking your cheekbone before unbuttoning his jeans. The zippers sound felt impossibly loud in the silence, the only other sound your heavy, flushed breathing. "Get on your knees for me, angel." He demanded, pushing down his jeans and boxers, exposing his erection. You obliged instantly, climbing closer and settling on your knees in front of him. "That's my good girl." He stroked your hair, pumping his cock a few times before tapping his tip against your lips. You placed a soft kiss on his tip, drawing out a groan from his throat. "Don't tease me. Take it like I know you can." He pushed himself into your throat, the sensation familiar as he filled your mouth. "Fuck, baby. Feels so good. You always feel perfect for me." He muttered, fingers lacing through your hair that was pulled up. You took him deeper, your hands wrapping around his thighs to push him farther into your mouth. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that." He praised, groaning. You replied with a soft gag, swirling your tongue around him, and pumping your mouth up and down his cock. "I'm close, baby. Keep going. You're doing so fucking good for me, angel." You nodded around his cock, quickening your pace. "Fuck- yes! Right there!" He came down your throat, the salty, warm taste familiar. You pulled off of him and swallowed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him. "Look at you. My pretty girl swallowing my cum like the perfect girl she is." He panted, releasing your hair and stroking your cheekbone. "I think you deserve a reward for that, angel."