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The baby, whom you and Joel named Luca and often refer to as Lulu, is now three months old and going through a growth spurt. She’d been a little fussy all week long, but now, as the weekend has rolled in, and you and Joel are around for the entire day, it’s like she lets go and lets you guys have it.

She’s been crying all day, on and off. She’ll tire herself out and sleep for about an hour and a half, then she’s at it again.

It’s stressful for any parent. You had to hide in the bathroom with the faucet on just to regain your composure around 3:00 PM.

Joel hasn’t left Lulu’s side since she woke him up at 4:00 this morning. His little girl’s in pain because she’s growing, and it makes his heart twist. She’s gotta grow; there isn’t another option, no matter how much you and Joel would like to keep her this small forever.

At around 8:00 PM, you take Lulu into the shower with you, hoping some warm water will ease her discomfort, as well as give Joel a chance to eat dinner.

You’ve been leaking more than usual today, triggered by Lulu’s cries. As you stand in the shower with her, she nurses, whimpering occasionally, but the comfort of being in her mother’s arms with a breast in her mouth and warm water cascading over her body seems to be calming her.

Once you think Lulu is too sleepy to fight much longer, you shut the water off and dry her off, then pad into her nursery to get her in her pajamas.

All the movement has her fussing again, which has Joel making his way to the nursery, finding you struggling to keep your towel wrapped around your body while trying to get Lulu comfortable.

“I got it,” he murmurs, securing the towel above your bust and grabbing the onesie Lulu doesn’t seem to want to wear.

You’re so frustrated that you wordlessly leave the room to get ready for bed.

Ever the daddy’s girl, Lulu is a bit more compliant under her father’s hands, though the screaming doesn’t stop, which continues to yank on Joel’s heartstrings.

He sits in the glider chair with Lulu and rocks her for about twenty minutes before she’s cried herself to sleep.

Joel sits there for another ten before transferring her to the crib. He kisses her head and whispers, “You are so precious to me, little girl,” echoing the quote he carved into her crib.

He’s so fucking beat that he doesn’t notice the way your jaw drops when he walks in.

“Um, hello?”

He furrows his brow and holds his hands out at his sides. “What?”

“Joel, your shirt…”

He looks down and finds there are two wet spots on his shirt, right over his…nipples.

“What?!” he whispers to himself, scrambling to rip his shirt over his head so he can inspect whatever the fuck is going on.

As he shuffles into the bathroom, he misses the way you’re grinning and holding a hand over said grin to keep from laughing, lest you wake the baby.

You join him in the bathroom, nursing pads sticking out of your tank top to soak up any leaking breastmilk.

If what you think is happening is happening, you think you might hide the box of nursing pads from him.

Joel squints and gets as close to the mirror as he can with the countertop in the way.

“Oh, motherfucking… Baby? Baby, the hell’s happenin’ to me?” he demands, bringing a finger to his nipple, a white pearl dripping onto it.

“What happened is my tits just went outta business,” you say, fully laughing now, doubled over and hugging your side.

Joel glares and holds back from stomping his feet.

“Woman, don’t laugh!” he grumbles. “I’m a grown man, leakin’ milk from my fuckin’ nipples! That ain’t no laughin’ matter!”

You stand up straight and cover your mouth with your hand to (unsuccessfully) stifle your laughter. “Oh, God, Joel. This has been happening to me all day long, so just, wow, fuck, give me a second to appreciate this.”

Once you’ve calmed down just enough, you wrap your arms around his waist and bring your nose in to sniff. It’s not as sweet as your milk smells, but it’s similar. This fucking is breastmilk. 

Awesome.

“Okay,” you say, finally fully calming down. You look at Joel, who’s staring at his reflection, his hands hovering over his chest. “Okay, baby. It’s… I guess your body is reacting to Lulu’s cries,” you explain. “You know how she cries, and then suddenly my boobs are Niagara Falls? I guess… I guess today took a toll on your body, sweetie.”

You laugh softly and shake your head. “Honestly, this is amazing. Fucking wild. Guess if it was gonna happen to anyone, it was gonna happen to you, big daddy.”

Joel scoffs and keeps staring at his reflection.

“Baby, I… God, what the fuck?!” he whisper-shouts.

He’s pretty fucking stunned, and you have to admit, you are, too. It’s a medical miracle, the eighth wonder of the world. It’s awesome. To you, at least.

“Joel, if your body is responding like this, don’t you think this says something about you?” you ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Yeah, like I need to see the doctor and get a fuckin’ cancer screenin’?” he mumbles.

“Like, maybe your paternal instincts are, like, God-tier? I mean, this is nuts; a father lactating in response to his daughter’s cries. I think this should put you in the hall of fame for best fathers,” you say, and you’re genuinely being sincere, no longer taking this as a joke.

Joel’s face softens, just a little bit, and you continue. 

“I think I’d like to show you just how good a daddy I think you are,” you whisper. “If you’ll let me…”

He sighs and finally looks you in your eyes.

“I’m gettin’ my payback, aren’t I?” he mumbles.

You just smile and look up at him with the biggest twinkle in your eyes he’s ever seen.

“Shit,” he whispers, his body language loosening, telling you he’s down for whatever you have planned.

You take his hand and pull him back into the bedroom. He sits down on his side of the bed, and you push him back, closer to the middle of the bed, then straddle his lap.

“This is making me think of that first time I lactated in your office, when you drank from me,” you murmur, your hands going to Joel’s biceps as you watch another drop of milk leak from his nipple. “The first time I pumped because you read on a fucking subreddit that you could start building a stash while you’re pregnant. The first time I fed our daughter, the look you had on your face. The same, but different.”

Joel shudders beneath you as you fill his mind with memories that he holds so dear. He watched a few lactation videos on porn sites in the past. They were alright, nothing he would think about too much, though. But when you started producing milk, it was over for him. Watching you leak and pump and nurse has been one of the greatest pleasures of his life. He fucking loves your tits and your milk.

Maybe it’s rubbed off on you.

Because right now, you’re looking at him and his chest like a woman who hasn’t eaten in days.

Your thumb rubs against his sensitive nipple, and he lets out a throaty groan. You bring your index finger to the other side and gently squeeze.

Joel gasps and looks down, watching as you express milk from his nipple. 

“Oh, God,” he whispers, his voice cracking. 

You let out a soft moan and hump his leg at the sight. One of his hands goes to hold you at the small of your back. 

“Such a good daddy, honey,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against Joel’s while you both look down at his chest. “You’re all worried about our baby, making milk for her.”

He shudders underneath you, and you pinch a little harder on his nipple. 

“Who’s a good daddy?” you whisper, your breath fanning against his cheek. 

Joel sighs and kisses the tip of your nose. 

“Me,” he whispers. 

“Who?”

He moans softly when you pinch harder again, almost twisting his nipple. 

“Me,” he grits out. 

You smile and lean forward, kissing him with fervor. 

His hands go up to tangle in your hair, tugging gently. One hand travels down to squeeze your clothed breast. 

“Mm,” you hum. 

“I showed you mine. You show me yours,” Joel whispers against your lips. 

“Unh-uh.” You shake your head. “You see mine all the time. Spotlight’s on you, baby.”

Joel frowns, his bottom lip jutting out. 

“What, you want both our milk all over the place?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. 

He fights back a smile. 

You scoff and pinch both his nipples. 

“Ow!”

You smile. Then you pull your tank top over your head, revealing your nursing bra-clad breasts, the nursing pads sticking out. 

“That’s it?” Joel asks, slightly out of breath. 

You narrow your eyes. He sighs and shrugs. 

“I want a taste,” you whisper. 

Joel shudders and lets out a soft growl. 

You push him back gently until he lies down, so your cunt can sit right above his cock. As you adjust, your pussy grinds against the pudge of his lower belly, pulling the softest of moans from you.

“What?” he asks, the grin on his face audible in his voice. “Wanna ride my belly and suck my tits?”

The snort that comes out of you after that can’t be helped.

Joel lets out a deep belly laugh, shaking beneath your pussy as you lean your head against his chest.

“Oh, my God,” you sigh, wiping the tears out of your eyes. “Fuck, this is wild.”

He smiles and holds his hand over your cheek. 

“Okay,” he sighs. “Go on. Get your revenge.”

The smile on your face is one Joel wishes he could have permanently etched behind his eyelids.

You lower your head again and kiss his chest, over and over again, teasing him like the bitch you are, and finally, Joel yanks on your hair, glaring at your smirking face.

“Either suck or don’t,” he whispers through gritted teeth. 

“Bossy,” you whisper back, almost taunting.

Your tongue slips out to circle the tip of his areola, then the other, then back to the first one. Then you wrap your lips around it and suck, and milk quickly fills your mouth, and the moans emitting from your and Joel’s mouths shouldn’t be heard even by the most famous of porn stars.

“Baby.” Joel’s voice is shaky, unsure, yet there’s something in his tone that tells you he doesn’t want to stop.

When you come up for air, milk drips down your chin, and you feel Joel’s cock twitch and fight against the constraints of his sweats, tapping you on the underside of your ass.

You reach behind yourself and pull on the hem of his sweats, and Joel pushes them down and pulls his cock out.

Carefully, you slide off of Joel and kneel beside him, your knees bumping against his waist. 

“Joel, I want you to touch yourself while I do this,” you purr in his ear. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

Joel smirks at you and holds back from rolling his eyes, but then he nods.

You smile and watch Joel spit in his palm, then wrap his hand around his cock.

As he strokes himself, you wrap your lips around the nipple nearest to you and work the second one in between your fingers. 

Milk is slowly pouring into your mouth and covering your fingertips. It’s sweet, slightly, but mostly tangy. You wouldn’t drink it out of a bottle or anything, but it’s coming from Joel, some-fucking-how, so to you, it might be the best thing in the world.

“Feels… Oh, God, baby, I can’t even begin to tell ya how this feels,” he pants.

“I don’t think you have to,” you chuckle around his nipple once you swallow down his milk. “I’m kind of the expert when it comes to my nipples being in other people’s mouths between you and Lulu.”

Joel moans softly as memories of your nipples in his mouth flood his brain. His hand tightens around his cock, and he starts stroking a little quicker now.

You suck on the other nipple now, and Joel loosely holds onto your wrist as you roll the other nipple between your fingers.

“Oh, yeah, sunshine,” Joel whimpers. “Just drink my milk up. Put all my milk in that belly of yours. Sweet baby, relievin’ that pressure for me. Oh, shit, fuck me, darlin’.”

You moan around Joel’s nipple, and the vibrations reverberate throughout his body, causing his hips to buck up into his hand.

“Gonna come?” you mumble around his nipple.

“Uh-huh,” he whines. “Oh, God, darlin’. Fuck.”

He sounds fucking pitiful, and you love it.

“I want you to come in my pussy,” you whisper, pulling back for a moment so you can get your pajama bottoms and panties off.

Joel looks like he just won the fucking lottery as you lower yourself on his cock.

He feels it–how slick you are–and he loves it. He loves that this simple act (though not so simple in his case) has the same effect on you as it does him. You easily take him and quickly start rutting your hips into his as you wrap your lips around his nipple again.

“Oh, such a good slut for me,” Joel whispers, petting your hair. “Bet you’ll make a shrine of me when I kick the bucket. I mean, I think most women would run and scream and call 911 if their baby daddy started leakin’ milk. But you… You ran toward it because it’s me, and you love every fuckin’ inch of me. Ain’t that right?”

You moan on his nipple, and Joel catches the swift nod of your head.

“Yeah… Yeah, my woman’s whipped for me,” he mumbles, more to himself than you at this point. “Good, because I’m obsessed with you and everythin’ about you, darlin’. Fuckin’ whipped for you as bad as you are for me. What a pair we make, huh? I fuckin’ love you, you crazy bitch.”

For a moment, you pull back from his nipple and press your milk-stained lips to Joel’s.

“Fuckin’ love my pervy baby daddy. Such a good fuck, a good daddy, good protector, good provider.” You take hold of his jaw, his lips puckering softly. “You’re a fuckin’ good man, Joel. I won the fuckin’ lottery. Me. I did. But so did you.”

Then you go back down, and Joel arches into you, his toes curling with the most lewd groan you’ve ever heard.

“Come on, Joel. Give it to me, baby,” you mumble.

With a strained moan, Joel comes, filling you up in both holes as more milk than ever before spurts into your mouth, triggering your own orgasm.

“Oh,” he groans. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck, sweetheart.”

Gently, you detach your lips from Joel’s nipple, carefully pull off his lap, and lie down on your side next to him while his chest rapidly rises and falls as his brain tries to catch up with his body.

You press a kiss to his shoulder and drape a hand over his stomach.

“Best daddy in the world. Lulu’s so lucky,” you mumble sleepily. 

“Eh, I think what happened is my body finally caught up with how fuckin’ depraved I am,” he replies, speaking breathily. 

That pulls a hearty laugh from you that has you burying your face into Joel’s milk-stained chest.

“You okay?” you ask softly, looking up at him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Joel nods and shuts his eyes. “Peachy, darlin’.”

Then that beautiful, glass-shattering cry pierces the air from down the hall.

“That’s her hungry cry,” Joel remarks.

“Mm. You’re up, cowboy,” you say, completely serious, patting his chest.

Joel’s eyes widen, and his head jerks toward you.

“Relax. I’m kidding. I’m not trying to traumatize our baby.”

You smile and head down the hall to comfort your grumpy baby. It’s a nice balance you have going these days: the dirtiest sex of your life with Joel in one room, and the cuddliest and sweetest baby in the next. What more could a woman want?

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The baby, whom you and Joel named Luca and often refer to as Lulu, is now three months old and going through a growth spurt. She’d been a little fussy all week long, but now, as the weekend has rolled in, and you and Joel are around for the entire day, it’s like she lets go and lets you guys have it.

She’s been crying all day, on and off. She’ll tire herself out and sleep for about an hour and a half, then she’s at it again.

It’s stressful for any parent. You had to hide in the bathroom with the faucet on just to regain your composure around 3:00 PM.

Joel hasn’t left Lulu’s side since she woke him up at 4:00 this morning. His little girl’s in pain because she’s growing, and it makes his heart twist. She’s gotta grow; there isn’t another option, no matter how much you and Joel would like to keep her this small forever.

At around 8:00 PM, you take Lulu into the shower with you, hoping some warm water will ease her discomfort, as well as give Joel a chance to eat dinner.

You’ve been leaking more than usual today, triggered by Lulu’s cries. As you stand in the shower with her, she nurses, whimpering occasionally, but the comfort of being in her mother’s arms with a breast in her mouth and warm water cascading over her body seems to be calming her.

Once you think Lulu is too sleepy to fight much longer, you shut the water off and dry her off, then pad into her nursery to get her in her pajamas.

All the movement has her fussing again, which has Joel making his way to the nursery, finding you struggling to keep your towel wrapped around your body while trying to get Lulu comfortable.

“I got it,” he murmurs, securing the towel above your bust and grabbing the onesie Lulu doesn’t seem to want to wear.

You’re so frustrated that you wordlessly leave the room to get ready for bed.

Ever the daddy’s girl, Lulu is a bit more compliant under her father’s hands, though the screaming doesn’t stop, which continues to yank on Joel’s heartstrings.

He sits in the glider chair with Lulu and rocks her for about twenty minutes before she’s cried herself to sleep.

Joel sits there for another ten before transferring her to the crib. He kisses her head and whispers, “You are so precious to me, little girl,” echoing the quote he carved into her crib.

He’s so fucking beat that he doesn’t notice the way your jaw drops when he walks in.

“Um, hello?”

He furrows his brow and holds his hands out at his sides. “What?”

“Joel, your shirt…”

He looks down and finds there are two wet spots on his shirt, right over his…nipples.

“What?!” he whispers to himself, scrambling to rip his shirt over his head so he can inspect whatever the fuck is going on.

As he shuffles into the bathroom, he misses the way you’re grinning and holding a hand over said grin to keep from laughing, lest you wake the baby.

You join him in the bathroom, nursing pads sticking out of your tank top to soak up any leaking breastmilk.

If what you think is happening is happening, you think you might hide the box of nursing pads from him.

Joel squints and gets as close to the mirror as he can with the countertop in the way.

“Oh, motherfucking… Baby? Baby, the hell’s happenin’ to me?” he demands, bringing a finger to his nipple, a white pearl dripping onto it.

“What happened is my tits just went outta business,” you say, fully laughing now, doubled over and hugging your side.

Joel glares and holds back from stomping his feet.

“Woman, don’t laugh!” he grumbles. “I’m a grown man, leakin’ milk from my fuckin’ nipples! That ain’t no laughin’ matter!”

You stand up straight and cover your mouth with your hand to (unsuccessfully) stifle your laughter. “Oh, God, Joel. This has been happening to me all day long, so just, wow, fuck, give me a second to appreciate this.”

Once you’ve calmed down just enough, you wrap your arms around his waist and bring your nose in to sniff. It’s not as sweet as your milk smells, but it’s similar. This fucking is breastmilk. 

Awesome.

“Okay,” you say, finally fully calming down. You look at Joel, who’s staring at his reflection, his hands hovering over his chest. “Okay, baby. It’s… I guess your body is reacting to Lulu’s cries,” you explain. “You know how she cries, and then suddenly my boobs are Niagara Falls? I guess… I guess today took a toll on your body, sweetie.”

You laugh softly and shake your head. “Honestly, this is amazing. Fucking wild. Guess if it was gonna happen to anyone, it was gonna happen to you, big daddy.”

Joel scoffs and keeps staring at his reflection.

“Baby, I… God, what the fuck?!” he whisper-shouts.

He’s pretty fucking stunned, and you have to admit, you are, too. It’s a medical miracle, the eighth wonder of the world. It’s awesome. To you, at least.

“Joel, if your body is responding like this, don’t you think this says something about you?” you ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Yeah, like I need to see the doctor and get a fuckin’ cancer screenin’?” he mumbles.

“Like, maybe your paternal instincts are, like, God-tier? I mean, this is nuts; a father lactating in response to his daughter’s cries. I think this should put you in the hall of fame for best fathers,” you say, and you’re genuinely being sincere, no longer taking this as a joke.

Joel’s face softens, just a little bit, and you continue. 

“I think I’d like to show you just how good a daddy I think you are,” you whisper. “If you’ll let me…”

He sighs and finally looks you in your eyes.

“I’m gettin’ my payback, aren’t I?” he mumbles.

You just smile and look up at him with the biggest twinkle in your eyes he’s ever seen.

“Shit,” he whispers, his body language loosening, telling you he’s down for whatever you have planned.

You take his hand and pull him back into the bedroom. He sits down on his side of the bed, and you push him back, closer to the middle of the bed, then straddle his lap.

“This is making me think of that first time I lactated in your office, when you drank from me,” you murmur, your hands going to Joel’s biceps as you watch another drop of milk leak from his nipple. “The first time I pumped because you read on a fucking subreddit that you could start building a stash while you’re pregnant. The first time I fed our daughter, the look you had on your face. The same, but different.”

Joel shudders beneath you as you fill his mind with memories that he holds so dear. He watched a few lactation videos on porn sites in the past. They were alright, nothing he would think about too much, though. But when you started producing milk, it was over for him. Watching you leak and pump and nurse has been one of the greatest pleasures of his life. He fucking loves your tits and your milk.

Maybe it’s rubbed off on you.

Because right now, you’re looking at him and his chest like a woman who hasn’t eaten in days.

Your thumb rubs against his sensitive nipple, and he lets out a throaty groan. You bring your index finger to the other side and gently squeeze.

Joel gasps and looks down, watching as you express milk from his nipple. 

“Oh, God,” he whispers, his voice cracking. 

You let out a soft moan and hump his leg at the sight. One of his hands goes to hold you at the small of your back. 

“Such a good daddy, honey,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against Joel’s while you both look down at his chest. “You’re all worried about our baby, making milk for her.”

He shudders underneath you, and you pinch a little harder on his nipple. 

“Who’s a good daddy?” you whisper, your breath fanning against his cheek. 

Joel sighs and kisses the tip of your nose. 

“Me,” he whispers. 

“Who?”

He moans softly when you pinch harder again, almost twisting his nipple. 

“Me,” he grits out. 

You smile and lean forward, kissing him with fervor. 

His hands go up to tangle in your hair, tugging gently. One hand travels down to squeeze your clothed breast. 

“Mm,” you hum. 

“I showed you mine. You show me yours,” Joel whispers against your lips. 

“Unh-uh.” You shake your head. “You see mine all the time. Spotlight’s on you, baby.”

Joel frowns, his bottom lip jutting out. 

“What, you want both our milk all over the place?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. 

He fights back a smile. 

You scoff and pinch both his nipples. 

“Ow!”

You smile. Then you pull your tank top over your head, revealing your nursing bra-clad breasts, the nursing pads sticking out. 

“That’s it?” Joel asks, slightly out of breath. 

You narrow your eyes. He sighs and shrugs. 

“I want a taste,” you whisper. 

Joel shudders and lets out a soft growl. 

You push him back gently until he lies down, so your cunt can sit right above his cock. As you adjust, your pussy grinds against the pudge of his lower belly, pulling the softest of moans from you.

“What?” he asks, the grin on his face audible in his voice. “Wanna ride my belly and suck my tits?”

The snort that comes out of you after that can’t be helped.

Joel lets out a deep belly laugh, shaking beneath your pussy as you lean your head against his chest.

“Oh, my God,” you sigh, wiping the tears out of your eyes. “Fuck, this is wild.”

He smiles and holds his hand over your cheek. 

“Okay,” he sighs. “Go on. Get your revenge.”

The smile on your face is one Joel wishes he could have permanently etched behind his eyelids.

You lower your head again and kiss his chest, over and over again, teasing him like the bitch you are, and finally, Joel yanks on your hair, glaring at your smirking face.

“Either suck or don’t,” he whispers through gritted teeth. 

“Bossy,” you whisper back, almost taunting.

Your tongue slips out to circle the tip of his areola, then the other, then back to the first one. Then you wrap your lips around it and suck, and milk quickly fills your mouth, and the moans emitting from your and Joel’s mouths shouldn’t be heard even by the most famous of porn stars.

“Baby.” Joel’s voice is shaky, unsure, yet there’s something in his tone that tells you he doesn’t want to stop.

When you come up for air, milk drips down your chin, and you feel Joel’s cock twitch and fight against the constraints of his sweats, tapping you on the underside of your ass.

You reach behind yourself and pull on the hem of his sweats, and Joel pushes them down and pulls his cock out.

Carefully, you slide off of Joel and kneel beside him, your knees bumping against his waist. 

“Joel, I want you to touch yourself while I do this,” you purr in his ear. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

Joel smirks at you and holds back from rolling his eyes, but then he nods.

You smile and watch Joel spit in his palm, then wrap his hand around his cock.

As he strokes himself, you wrap your lips around the nipple nearest to you and work the second one in between your fingers. 

Milk is slowly pouring into your mouth and covering your fingertips. It’s sweet, slightly, but mostly tangy. You wouldn’t drink it out of a bottle or anything, but it’s coming from Joel, some-fucking-how, so to you, it might be the best thing in the world.

“Feels… Oh, God, baby, I can’t even begin to tell ya how this feels,” he pants.

“I don’t think you have to,” you chuckle around his nipple once you swallow down his milk. “I’m kind of the expert when it comes to my nipples being in other people’s mouths between you and Lulu.”

Joel moans softly as memories of your nipples in his mouth flood his brain. His hand tightens around his cock, and he starts stroking a little quicker now.

You suck on the other nipple now, and Joel loosely holds onto your wrist as you roll the other nipple between your fingers.

“Oh, yeah, sunshine,” Joel whimpers. “Just drink my milk up. Put all my milk in that belly of yours. Sweet baby, relievin’ that pressure for me. Oh, shit, fuck me, darlin’.”

You moan around Joel’s nipple, and the vibrations reverberate throughout his body, causing his hips to buck up into his hand.

“Gonna come?” you mumble around his nipple.

“Uh-huh,” he whines. “Oh, God, darlin’. Fuck.”

He sounds fucking pitiful, and you love it.

“I want you to come in my pussy,” you whisper, pulling back for a moment so you can get your pajama bottoms and panties off.

Joel looks like he just won the fucking lottery as you lower yourself on his cock.

He feels it–how slick you are–and he loves it. He loves that this simple act (though not so simple in his case) has the same effect on you as it does him. You easily take him and quickly start rutting your hips into his as you wrap your lips around his nipple again.

“Oh, such a good slut for me,” Joel whispers, petting your hair. “Bet you’ll make a shrine of me when I kick the bucket. I mean, I think most women would run and scream and call 911 if their baby daddy started leakin’ milk. But you… You ran toward it because it’s me, and you love every fuckin’ inch of me. Ain’t that right?”

You moan on his nipple, and Joel catches the swift nod of your head.

“Yeah… Yeah, my woman’s whipped for me,” he mumbles, more to himself than you at this point. “Good, because I’m obsessed with you and everythin’ about you, darlin’. Fuckin’ whipped for you as bad as you are for me. What a pair we make, huh? I fuckin’ love you, you crazy bitch.”

For a moment, you pull back from his nipple and press your milk-stained lips to Joel’s.

“Fuckin’ love my pervy baby daddy. Such a good fuck, a good daddy, good protector, good provider.” You take hold of his jaw, his lips puckering softly. “You’re a fuckin’ good man, Joel. I won the fuckin’ lottery. Me. I did. But so did you.”

Then you go back down, and Joel arches into you, his toes curling with the most lewd groan you’ve ever heard.

“Come on, Joel. Give it to me, baby,” you mumble.

With a strained moan, Joel comes, filling you up in both holes as more milk than ever before spurts into your mouth, triggering your own orgasm.

“Oh,” he groans. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck, sweetheart.”

Gently, you detach your lips from Joel’s nipple, carefully pull off his lap, and lie down on your side next to him while his chest rapidly rises and falls as his brain tries to catch up with his body.

You press a kiss to his shoulder and drape a hand over his stomach.

“Best daddy in the world. Lulu’s so lucky,” you mumble sleepily. 

“Eh, I think what happened is my body finally caught up with how fuckin’ depraved I am,” he replies, speaking breathily. 

That pulls a hearty laugh from you that has you burying your face into Joel’s milk-stained chest.

“You okay?” you ask softly, looking up at him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Joel nods and shuts his eyes. “Peachy, darlin’.”

Then that beautiful, glass-shattering cry pierces the air from down the hall.

“That’s her hungry cry,” Joel remarks.

“Mm. You’re up, cowboy,” you say, completely serious, patting his chest.

Joel’s eyes widen, and his head jerks toward you.

“Relax. I’m kidding. I’m not trying to traumatize our baby.”

You smile and head down the hall to comfort your grumpy baby. It’s a nice balance you have going these days: the dirtiest sex of your life with Joel in one room, and the cuddliest and sweetest baby in the next. What more could a woman want?

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“Your helmet’s vocal modulator sustained a significant damage,” the droid says as he picks up the beskar. “Repairs are possible, but replacement might be more efficient.”

Din just stares forward at the stained and dark wall in front of him, eyes glassy as he gives out the command. “Fix it.”

His own voice takes him by surprise, hitting him how it sounds without the helmet. It is low, rough from misuse, purely human. Not the flattened mechanical sound that he has been listening to for decades now. Not the filtered growl that made him sound tougher, colder, safer, turning him into someone that everyone feared.

Right now he is just a man.

“The droid continues to speak, completely oblivious to the storm building up in Din. “You will need to remove the internal—”

“Fix it,” Din repeats sharply, snapping at the poor droid. His voice fills the room again, echoing off the walls, and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down. He feels too exposed even in front of a lifeless robot.

The droid turns slightly towards him, studying. “Your elevated heart rate suggests distress.”

“I said fix it. And I won’t repeat myself again,” Din says, hand falling on his blaster placed on the cot beside him in a threatening attempt.

Silence settles over them after the words left his lips, the droid getting back to work. Din swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling too tight. He hates hearing his own voice, but not because it sounds too weak.

He hates it because it feels too familiar.

The modulated helmet voice had become armor for him long before the beskar ever did. It makes a good job at separating him from fear. From memories. From the terrified child who was dragged through smoke and ash, hiding while droids slaughtered everyone around him, including his family.

But this voice is now the voice of that small child. Rougher, lower, but still unmistakably his.

Din looks toward his helmet in the droids claws. Its dark T-visor reflects the bright lights above. Waiting for him.

“Repairs will require several hours,” the droid speaks.

Several hours. Something cold twists low in Din’s stomach. The idea of being this exposed for this long is just unbearable for him.

“No.”

“You are injured. I don’t advise traveling in your condition.”

Din stands up too quickly, the pain intensifying in his side so much that his vision blurred for a second. When he manages to regain his composure he quickly snatches the helmet from the droid, clutching it against his chest, grip so strong on it like someone might take it away from him again.

The droid pauses, turning its head. “You can’t wear it while I’m repairing it.”

“I’ll manage.”

“You appear emotionally attached to the object.”

Object.

Din almost lets out a loud laugh at that. But instead, he just lowers himself back on the cot with a strained groan, resting the helmet in his lap. His gloved thumb unconsciously brushes the small scratch close to the visor. One that is not the result of a fight, but something Grogu had caused years ago with curious little claws while sitting in his lap in the cockpit.

The innocent memory hit him hard enough to steal all the oxygen from his lungs.

Tiny green hands hitting different buttons and switches. Soft coos echoing through the Razor Crest. Sleepy weight curled against his side during hyperspace jumps.

But now it is all gone.

“You are showing signs of anxiety,” the droid observes.

Din shuts his eyes, letting out a long and tired sigh. “Just fix it.”

The droid finally goes quiet, taking the helmet from Din’s lap again as he starts working on it.

Without the modulator filtering every breath, the room feels unbearably intimate. Din can hear himself too clearly now. Every exhale, every groan of pain, every shift in his breathing.

These are all human sounds. Vulnerable ones. And he hates to feel like this. He feels more naked than without an armor because these voices remind him that there is still a person under all the metal.

But he isn’t entirely sure about who that person was anymore.

The droid eventually turns back towards him, holding the repaired helmet out in Din’s direction. “Test.”

Din hesitates for a second before taking the helmet from the droid’s claws, and the moment the heavy beskar settles in his palms, his hands immediately feel steadier. He puts the helmet on carefully, sealing himself in complete darkness again.

“Test,” he says, and a shaky breath leaves his lips, relief so intense it borders on shameful when he hears the distorted and mechanical sound again.

The droid tilts its head. “Your stress indicators have stabilized.”

Din nods, standing up from his place and taking his blaster into his hand, feeling safe and protected again, ready to go.

“This is the Way.”

Joel squints his eyes to see what his brother was pointing at, and when he sees something black under the surface, he doesn’t hesitate to reach down and pick it up.

He turns it around in his hand. The little object is simple, yet it still catches Tommy’s attention as he looks intently from the side. Joel throws it up a few times, testing the weight of it before he smiles and places it on the ground again. “That’s just a normal rock.”

“No, look at it more carefully,” Tommy says with excitement, hurrying to pick up the rock again and hold it up towards Joel. “There’s also writing on it.”

“Writing?”

Joel leans forward to study it more carefully, but then a wicked idea crosses his mind. With one smooth movement he snatches the stone out of Tommy’s hand, and he starts running with it while occasionally looking back at his brother.

Tommy’s not far behind him, trying to keep up with hir brother’s longer steps and faster pace. “Hey, I was the one who found it!”

Joel makes the mistake of slowing down, and Tommy doesn’t hesitate to try and grab his shirt, stopping him somehow. But in the last second, Joel ducks to the left, and all Tommy’s hand grabs is just the thin air, Joel’s laughter echoing in his ears.

“Joel, that’s not fair, you’re older than me,” he yells after him, trying to sound and look as hurt as possible in hopes that his brother’s heart would fall.

“And you’re supposed to be faster than me. Aren’t you the one who plays football?” Joel asks, leaning against the big tree in the garden. “But you know what? Catch it.”

Joel aims towards Tommy, letting the stone roll out of his hand as it cuts through the air, flying across the whole garden. Tommy watches it with wide eyes, holding out his palms as he catches the rock. Without a second thought, he shoves it into his back pocket, not risking Joel taking it away from him again.

When he raises his eyes, he sees Joel climbing up the tree with skillful moves, and he runs towards him, following his path on the trunk.

Tommy struggles more than his brother, less strength, and weaker arms and legs not helping him, so when Joel holds out his hand in his direction he takes it with a smile, trusting him with his life.

“Thanks.”

Joel nods, scooting further on the thick tree branch, giving Tommy some space too to sit down.

They stay like this for a while, neither of them saying anything, afraid to break this rare moment when they don’t have to worry about anything. Joel purses his lips, letting his legs dangle while he studies the bird that’s sitting on another branch not far from them. In the end, Joel is the one to break the silence.

“I missed playing with you like this, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re really busy nowadays,” Tommy says with a pout, looking in Joel’s direction. His brother looks back at him with a sad smile.

“I need to study,” Joel answers.

“But why this much?”

“I... I want to prove something to myself. Your brain can’t really understand it now, but when you’ll get older, I think you’ll know what I was talking about,” Joel says, gently placing his arm around Tommy’s shoulder, letting him lean into him. God, he missed these moments.

“So it just comes with age?” Tommy asks innocently.

“I think so.”

“Then I don’t want to get older, Joel,” he says, hugging his brother closer like he can save him from the passing of time.

Joel squeezes his shoulder in return, ruffling Tommy’s hair to lighten the mood. “I think neither of us do, little brother. Neither of us.”

The moment is broken by the sound of a door opening, and the voice of a woman filling the air. “Boys! Dinner’s ready.”

Joel nudges Tommy gently, nodding towards the trunk of the tree. He understands without words, scooting towards the trunk, and getting ready to climb down. Joel is close behind him, holding on for dear life, not wanting to fall on his brother’s head. “We’re coming, mom,” he yells down to their mother.

Since Tommy is the first one to land on the ground, he is the first to see the shock on their mother’s face, her eyes scanning the garden like it is a crime scene. And in a way, she is right.

The whole garden is covered in dirt, holes scattered everywhere, little plastic shovels laying thrown away or broken, rock and stones standing in a row in the end of the garden, like artifacts worth millions would do in a museum.

Joel jumps down too, walking up to his mother like a guilty puppy, looking so lost with his big brown eyes, dirty clothes and blushed cheeks.

“It was Joel’s idea,” Tommy immediately points at his brother, and Joel has a confused look on his face, brows furrowing as his head turns from his mother to his brother.

“What do you mean my idea? We made this mess together.”

“Boys, don’t start arguing. I’m not angry, just make sure that you clean up most of it before your father gets home,” she says calmly and with a soft smile on her face, easing both Joel’s and Tommy’s nerves. But the calmness doesn’t last long, the sliding door opening again, this time a figure of a man stepping through it, his expression falling immediately into an angry frown as he looks around the garden.

“What the hell happened here? Which little rat did this, huh?” he says angrily, walking up to the boys.

A quiet sound leaves Joel’s lips as his father takes him by the neck of his shirt, his breath hitting his face. But all Joel can focus on is the trembling of his brother as he tries to hide behind him. “Was it you?”

A relieved sigh leaves Joel’s lips when their mother steps forward, blocking their father’s way to them. “Come on, Javier. They’re just kids, and they were just playing.”

Joel squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips when a loud smack echoes across the air, the print of their father’s hand burning bright red on their mother’s cheek. He tries to hide Tommy from the scene with his back as much as possible, backing away.

“Joel, take Tommy inside. Help him change out of those dirty clothes, alright?” their mother says without looking back, her hands fisting beside her side. It doesn’t take long for Joel to understand the words, grabbing Tommy’s hand and pulling him inside despite his brother’s pleading and struggles.

The door slides shut behind them, and Joel guides his brother up the steps, the muffled yelling of their parents echoing behind them.

Joel is already used to this. Yelling, slaps, fists colliding with bone here and there. But Tommy… He is still small. A six year old can’t comprehend why his parents are fighting like animals. Why his father is hitting their mother, why they are yelling and angry. All he can understand is the fear that slowly creeps up onto him every time, like a shark circling its prey before it attacks. He doesn’t want him to feel like that.

“Hey,” Joel calls out, snapping Tommy out of his thoughts. The younger boys eyes are blurry with tears, sobs tearing out of him. “Come here.”

Joel pats the spot on the bed beside him, and Tommy quickens his steps, sitting down immediately and burying his head into Joel’s chest. Joel’s arms circle his brother’s smaller body, rocking him gently to try and ease his fear, and to try and shut out the yelling coming from the backyard.

“What if I say that one day we’re going to go and explore the world? Find old artifacts, coins, old parchments with writing, dinosaur bones.”

“Stones too?” Tommy asks, looking up at Joel. He leans back slightly so he can reach back, taking out the rock from his back pocket, holding it up between him and Joel.

“Stones too.”

“You promise?” Tommy questions, vision clearing and sobs dying.

“I promise,” Joel vows, holding out his pinky finger in Tommy’s direction. The smaller boy entwines it with his own pinky, smiling for the first time since they stepped into the house.

The smile appears on Joel’s face too, and he takes the stone in his hand. “It’s a nice one by the way. Good find.”

Tommy raises his head proudly, looking at Joel with glinting eyes.

“But,” Joel continues, standing up and placing the rock on one of the shelves before walking back to Tommy. “You’re supposed to get out of the dirty clothes. Try not to make too much of a mess while I bring us some dinner, alright?”

“Okay,” Tommy nods, watching as his brother steps out of his room, leaving him alone.

And so began a lifelong brotherhood, friendship, work partnership, and love for the past. For the known and the unknown. For the certain and uncertain. For a life that was decades and thousands of years ago.

May 16th 2010.

Joel’s eyes are focused on the small stone on his bookshelf, memories flooding his mind as he sips his usual morning coffee sitting on the couch. The spring sunshine breaks through the windows, landing on Joel’s tanned skin.

He would have never thought that his life would actually come to this. Being an archaeologist and studying old artifacts.

Of course he promised Tommy, and he worked hard to get where he is now, but sometimes it is still unbeliavable how one simple and vulnerable moment had created such a strong bond between two people who just had one shared dream.

Joel almost drops the mug when the ring of his phone breaks his train of thoughts.

He pushes himself forward, reaching for his phone that is laying on the coffee table. When he sees Tommy’s name on the screen, he doesn’t hesitate to pick it up, putting his mug down and laying back on the couch.

“Ah, brother, took you long enough,” Tommy’s voice comes through the speaker, and Joel rolls his eyes at his words.

“I picked it up on the fourth ring.”

“Exactly.”

“Why are you calling me so early?” Joel asks, his curiosity growing by every passing second.

“We found a pretty good site,” Tommy answers cheerfully. “I’m already here with the boys. It seems like there might be a lot of hidden treasures here.”

Joel stands up from the couch, walking up to the bookshelf, letting his free hand play with the stone while he speaks. “And where is this site?”

“Like half an hour away from Austin. It’s in a forest. You in? Or should I do this one alone?”

Joel lets out a soft groan, the word forest echoing in his head. He hates forest sites. But if it seems promising, then he might actually enjoy it, and maybe if they find something valuable and rare, then he can also forget about all the bugs that might bite him.

“Send me the exact address and give me an hour, alright?” Joel agrees, already on his way upstairs to get ready.

“I knew that you wouldn’t leave me alone in this,” Tommy says, and Joel can hear from his voice that he is smiling.

“Right, right. See you there, Tommy.”

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Joel doesn’t know how he had gotten himself into this particular situation with you.

He’d watched you grow up, had you and your family over for cookouts, spent Christmas’s with you, hosted sleepovers for you and Sarah. You and your father were like a found family for him.

And he could relate to your father, y’know? Being a single parent with a daughter. That was why they’d clicked so well when Joel moved into your neighbourhood with a baby Sarah — twenty seven years old and completely unprepared for raising a baby by himself.

But now? Now you were an adult — twenty-two years old at that. And he’d never thought about you in a sexual way before. Never perved on you or even viewed you in any other way than being Sarah’s childhood best friend and his buddies daughter. The girl he’d offer a ride to here and there when her dad wasn’t home, who he’d walk back the few doors down to her own home in the neighbourhood after one too many with Sarah — despite being furious with Sarah for even thinking about drinking underage.

But that changed the night you’d made a move on him while tipsy.

Your father had asked him to pick you up from a bar after getting delayed in traffic coming home from visiting your grandparents. One thing led to another when you stumbled into the car, giggly and glassy eyed, and you kissed him.

And there was just something about that kiss.

Maybe it was just him being completely touch starved for the past six months — going through quite the dry spell in the bedroom department — but he’d kissed you back. Your hand eventually found his cock, palming him through his jeans and it was then in that moment that any responsibility eddied from his brain.

He’d taken you right then and there. In his lap, in his car, in the parking lot of that fucking bar.

And that one time thing? It became sneaking into his house at night, quickies in the bathroom of whatever neighbourhood event you were at, copping a feel in the new hot tub your Dad installed in your backyard.

And he felt fucking awful for it. Disgusting. Perverted and filthy. So he’d kept his distance from you. He’d linger around your father or Tommy at events, he’d make excuses about how you couldn’t come over during the night.

He did everything he could to avoid seeing you. Not because he didn’t like you, not because he didn’t want you, but because he knew that if he was around you, he wouldn’t be able to deny what you needed from him.

And that terrified him.

The sweltering heat of the Texan sun burned down onto your skin, the denim shorts and gingham shirt you were wearing showing off enough skin that the temperature was just about bearable.

You assisted Sarah in dragging her insanely heavy suitcase out into the front yard of Joel’s home. Your dad had brought the car around to Joel’s place to make things easier when it came to lugging bags into the cars.

Your aunt Kelly was tagging along this year to the anual lake house trip with Joel and Sarah. Normally, it was just you and your dad from your family, but this year, after your aunts divorce, she insisted on needing to get the hell away from that damn house, considering her Ex Husband still hadn’t gathered enough money to move out and the sound of his snoring — even from the guest bedroom — was as insufferable as it had been when they were married.

Which then meant that Tommy — Joel’s younger brother — suspiciously opted to come along too after consistently refusing to for the past month. Tommy had actually known your aunt previous to Joel meeting your father, from highschool. And ever since Joel became friends with your dad, Tommy used that as his excuse to try and sway your aunt in his direction. Shameless flirt.

So it was made clear last night that Tommy would be riding in your car with your Dad and Kelly, therefore meaning you would have to suffer through a whole two hours of listening to Tommy sweet talk and Kelly pretending not to notice or care.

“Jesus, what did you pack in this thing? We’re going for a week, Sarah. Not a year.” You huff, dragging the handle of the case while she pushed it along with her foot. Of course, she’d had to choose to pack her shit in a suitcase without wheels on the bottom.

Sarah laughs breathlessly, kicking the luggage rather harshly for emphasis, nearly sending you toppling over. “Girl, this is only the second case. Wait until you feel the weight of the third.” She grins.

You groan, dropping the handle and laying your hands on your knees. Jesus, you needed to build up your strength. But you couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of you from the complete ridiculousness of the situation.

Just as you and Sarah start pull yourselves together, a strong hand comes down on your waist, gently straightening you and moving you out of the way. “Give me that, baby girl,” Joel says to Sarah, the sound of his voice making your toes curl beneath your sneakers. You’d heard him call you that nickname multiple times by now.

You step out of the older man’s way, allowing yourself to subtly take in the sight of him in front of you. He was wearing a pair of dark navy jeans, the ones he was clad in quite frequently, and a simple denim shirt, rolled up to his forearms to accommodate the warm weather.

Really and truly, with the things you and Joel had been getting up to recently, going on the lake house trip for a week, sleeping in the same house, your room just a door down from his, was not convenient in the slightest.

Joel had been keeping his distance from you, and as much as he tried to act as if it was down to being busy, or responsible, you knew he was just guilt ridden about the whole situation.

You knew he felt bad. Shit, so did you. But it wasn’t like what you were doing was necessarily wrong. Yeah, maybe it was a little unconventional, but you were both two adults who could make their own decisions.

You watched as Sarah gave her dad a grateful smile as he bent over and hauled the suitcase off the ground with a grunt, walking over toward his car to load it into the trunk.

But Sarah’s voice cut him off.

“Can you actually put it in Mark’s car? Tommy’s going with him and Kelly and I really wanna watch the show. Plus, I’d be doing y/n a favour.” Sarah turned to you, a playful smile on her face, completely oblivious to the shit going on between her childhood bestfriend and her father. “You don’t mind going with Dad, do you?”

You saw Joel’s back stiffen as he paused at the trunk of his own car, before quickly pulling himself together and picking up the case to take it to your father’s open trunk. You felt yourself freeze for a moment before clearing your throat with a playful grin of your own, turning towards Joel. “Of course I don’t.

“Put your seatbelt on, m’not gonna tell you again.” Joel orders, one hand on the wheel while the other reaches over to grab your belt, waiting for you to take it off him. His eyes remained fixed on the road, but you could feel how tense he was with having to make contact with your body.

You were only ten minutes into the drive to the lake house and you’d already succeeded on getting on Joel’s last nerve. First, it was you insisting on playing One Direction full blast on the radio, then it was the continuous bubbles you were blowing, forcing him to roll down the window and practically beg you to throw out your gum, and now it was this.

You knew that the constant reprimands were just his own way of keeping from any awkward silences, not that you would let there be any. You were quite content to yap his little ear off the entire ride, push his buttons until he finally decided to give in.

You huff, straightening in your seat and shoving the belt into the buckle. “I was just taking it off to tie my shoe. Relax, Dad.” You say with a grin, knowing just how wrong that nickname would sound considering what the two of you had done together.

“Please, don’t call me that. Just.. fuck. Just sit still, would ya? All this goddamn fidgeting is gettin’ on my nerves, kid.” He grits, his gaze still unfaltering from the road ahead.

“Hmm, sure it does,” you croon, picking up the can of Cherry Coke to your lips and taking a long sip, exhaling dramatically at the taste. You cross your leg casually over the other, keeping your eyes ahead. “Y’know, with the way you’ve been acting toward me recently, some would call that avoiding.” You say condescendingly.

Joel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as if a headache had formed there. Yet, not that he’d show it, he felt a pang of guilt hit him in the chest for how he’d been acting. You didn’t sound particularly upset, if anything, your voice was light, teasing.

“Things have just been.. busy.” The lie was smooth, he thought. But the tone in which he said it in was slightly warning. Don’t push it.

You seemed to get the message and hummed thoughtfully. But then, a dramatic gasp left your lips, one that if he didn’t know better, sounded rehearsed.

You may or may not have purposely spilled a bit of the Pepsi down your shirt. You were sly like that. You’d spotted a dark grey t-shirt tossed on the back seat behind you, and a dirty, slightly cheesy, little plan had formed in your head. One that would hopefully make Joel crack.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, setting your drink into the cup holder and beginning to rub at the wet, dark patch of your red, gingham shirt. Joel turned his head, temporarily removing his eyes from the road at the sudden outburst and recognised the issue. You moan in irritation, peeling the fabric forward so the spillage didn’t seep through onto your skin. “This is gonna stain.”

“Jesus,” Joel mutters under his breath, focusing his attention back onto driving.

You glare sidelong at him. “Shut up, Joel. I really like this shirt.” You frown, looking down at the brown stain already appearing. “Do you have a spare shirt I can change into? I don’t really wanna have to get out.” You ask conveniently.

Joel freezes for a second, the thought of you in his shirt.. fuck. He’d seen you in them countless times now. He almost always allowed you to wear them after one of your little sessions together. But slowly he turns back to you, clearing his throat to attempt to act natural. “Should be one in the backseat.” He nods behind the two of you.

Bingo.

You immediately twist in your seat and remove your seatbelt again, leaning into the back to grab the shirt and reaching down to slowly lift your top up. Joel stops you with a hand on top of yours.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he blurts as you turn to him in confusion. “Shouldn’t you wait until I find somewhere to pull over? Or.. I don’t know, do it in the back?” He suggests awkwardly, glancing between you and the road.

You tilt your head to the side, a “are you kidding me?” expression on your face. You pick up his large hand and set it back onto his lap, resuming your movements and beginning to tug the top up, until it exposed your stomach. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. And I’m literally just taking off my shirt.”

True. He couldn’t argue with that. So he didn’t. He just swallows thickly and tried to keep his eyes on the road. Tried to think of anything other than you removing your shirt, exposing your white.. fuck… your white, lacy bra. He could see it from the corner of his eye, he wondered if that white lace matched whatever your were wearing downst —

No. He couldn’t think like that. And fuck, now he was getting hard.

Not right now, he begged his cock internally. It would be a matter of seconds until you had that t-shirt on. Until you would turn to him and see a tent beginning to grow in his pants. Jesus, he felt pathetic. Like a fucking teenager unable to control himself.

He was so ashamed. Of how far he’d let this go between the two of you. He should’ve been the bigger person, should’ve told you that he —

“Are you hard?”

Your voice cuts through his thoughts, making him snap his head toward you, his cheeks already reddening. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, unable to reach down and adjust himself in his pants without seeming too obvious. You were now dressed in his shirt, the fabric loose around your arms.

Your mouth was twisted in a shit-eating grin and he already knew that he was done for.

“Just.. stop.” He mutters, clenching his jaw enough to hurt. He forces his eyes away from you, praying that the ground would just come and swallow him up. How was he even supposed to respond to this? Get himself out of it?

“Oh my god, you are,” you giggle, twisting in your seat to face him and propping your feet up onto your seat. “Fuck, Joel.” You say, your voice dropping an octave.

The sound of your tone getting quieter, a little more intimate, had him throbbing in his pants. He’s heard this tone of voice more than once by now. The sound of your moans and soft, sweet whimpers and pleas when he fucked you started to float around his head. The way you’d babble, trying to keep that menacing, teasing demeanour but failing miserably every single time.

“Was a nice little trick ya did there.” he gritted, and you could have swore the car picked up the speed. Not enough to be dangerous, but to show just how you were affecting him.

You turned your head to the side, your smile only growing. “Mhm? It worked, didn’t it?”

He didn’t respond to that particular question, just took a deep breath and adjusted in his seat once again, bringing a hand that wasn’t on the wheel to run through his slightly greying hair. “We cant do this.” He said firmly, but it seemed like it took everything within him to.

You bit down on your lip, slowly, ever so slowly, bringing your hand down onto his lap. Your trail your finger tips in a circle on his inner thigh. Testing. Teasing. “Can’t do what?” You ask innocently, as your hand finally lands on the spot between his legs. Palming his cock through his jeans. That thick, heavy, beautiful cock.

You manoeuvred yourself on the seat until you were sitting on your knees, and then, you leaned across the centre panel, until you were eye level with his lap, resting your cheek there as you slowly began to undo his belt.

Joel moans softly, uncontrollably. He couldn’t stop the sound from coming out when you worked on his belt with record time, tossing it aside and starting on his buttons. “This. It’s not — fuck.”

And then his cock was out of jeans and in your hand. His tip was flushed a shade darker than usual, beading with a pearl of pre-cum. “It’s wrong.” He finished with a sigh, both hands now gripping the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

You held back the urge to smile when you dipped your tongue out and lapped up the pre-jack there, humming at the salty flavour. “Why is it wrong?” You question him again, your voice oozing with false innocence. You ran your thumb along his shaft, looking up at him and waiting for an answer.

“You know why. Stop playing games.” He grits, his face pleading.

“That didn’t stop you before,” you muse thoughtfully, starting to consistently kitten lick the underside of his head. “Didn’t stop you from fucking me that night. Right here, in this car.”

Joel felt his reason snap. Fuck it then. Fuck it. You wanted to play this game? Then fine. He’d give you what you wanted. But then it was over.

Famous last words.

His hand drops down to tangle in your hair, forcing your parted mouth to take in his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. The teasing. It was rich coming from him considering he’d given you the same shit numerous times. Waiting until you’d beg. Plead. You make a surprised sound at the action but welcome his tip into your mouth, sucking hard enough to make Joel hiss, his grip tightening.

“Fuck, Angel. Is this what you wanted? Wanted to rile me up? Test my fuckin’ patience?” He demands, scratching softly at your scalp. He hears you hum a sound of confirmation around him and the vibrations send him dangerously close to closing his eyes and taking his focus off the road completely.

At least he’d die a happy man.

You hollow your cheeks, the suction of your hot, wet mouth making a soft moan fall from Joel’s lips. You feel yourself grow needy between your legs, the spot at the apex of your thighs swelling and pulsing in time with your thundering heartbeat. You clench your thighs together in an attempt to diffuse some of the tension there.

You feel your pulse thrum in your head, the adrenaline and wrongness of the situation only heightening your arousal and, seemingly, Joel’s. The thought of someone passing in their car, seeing you here with your head between your fathers best friends thighs sent a thrill down your spine.

You pull off his cock and gasp for a breath, a string of spit connecting you to Joel. Joel peeks down at you for longer than was probably considered safe, the sight of you drooling and messy for him, fucking your mouth on his dick.. fuck it made his balls tighten.

Joel’s hand comes down to cup your chin, tilting your face up for your eyes to meet his. “Gonna get me in trouble, you know that?” He asks a little rhetorically. His voice is husky, a little guttural.

You give him a wrecked look in return, rutting your hips downward to emphasise what you wanted from him. “Please.” You say softly, your eyes doing the talking.

Immediately, Joel understands what it is that you want and makes quick work on using his free hand to unbutton your denim shorts, shoving his hand down your underwear and finding you slick and warm. The thought of what he could have his cock inside rather than your mouth, made him groan. Not that he didn’t love your mouth, but fuck, that pussy..

You gasp involuntarily as his thumb connects with your clit. Honestly, you weren’t really looking for any penetration, just some rubbing to ease the tension you were feeling. And it was as if Joel understood just that. He always did.

You moan softly and part your mouth once again, grinding your hips into his hand as you bob your mouth up and down on his cock. You bring a hand up to his shaft, wrapping around the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand rests on his inner thigh, the solid muscles beneath your hand making you even more aroused.

You can hear Joel struggling above you, his head thumps back against the headrest, his fingers getting sloppy on your clit as pleasure started to cloud his mind. You smile as best you could with his girth stretching your mouth when you feel him start to tremble. “Good?” Your garble around him, your voice muffled and ridiculous.

And you could’ve sworn you heard him growl at the sound of your voice. He nods, grinding his teeth hard enough to hurt. “Gonna cum — fuck,” he swears. “That’s good, sweetheart. Real good, use your tongue under my head, just like that.” He blurts, his hips bucking up slightly, as if he couldn’t control it.

Which, he probably couldn’t.

And then he was cumming.

His tip begins to spurt rope after rope of his hot, creamy cum into your mouth, the quantity of his seed telling you just how long it’s been since he’s found release in the time you’ve both been apart.

You whimper at the sensation of him filling your mouth, the scent and taste of him on your tongue. Without thinking twice, you swallow him down in one, a feeling of relief settling deep in your stomach despite not having a release yourself.

Joel pants above you, his hand that was in your pants now shoved into his mouth. You hadn’t even realised he’d been sucking the taste of you off his fingers until now when you looked up.

And the expression on his face? It was pure bliss.

Okay I know this is really short and I actually kinda hate it because I got super lazy toward the end but…. I love this dynamic!! Pls consider dropping a comment or reblog if you enjoyed, it’s very much appreciated!!

Clark Kent | Superman:

> KENT: A Clark Kent Furniture-Breaking Collaboration by Multiple

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Multi-author Collab Series, F + S Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | ... | Pt. 10 Description: Looking for quality furniture or durable equipment? Have no fear, KENT is here! We guarantee the quality of all of our pieces — trust us, only Superman could break it. Alternatively, Clark Kent breaks a lot of furniture items during sex (Tagged as #the kent event on my blog!)

> Clark Kent x Reader by @kryptidfiles

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 261 Description: Clark wires half his paycheck to Ma and Pa, like the respectful and caring son he is, but the other half?

> Dracula by @maiamore

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S Word Count: 3.8k Description: Your morals don't align with Superman, and that gets you in trouble with him. Or, you suck him off after you get turned on by his attempt to intimidate you. Inspired by Nightcrawler (2014).

> It's Magnetic by @godmadeaterribleerror

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + HC + S Word Count: 13.7k Description: There are very few people in the world that Clark truly, deeply, does not like. And you get on his nerves more than anyone else. But hate and love are very close emotions, aren't they?

> Miscommunication Complication by @devisedplan

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 1.2k Description: A wrongly sent Teams message cause a rift between you and Clark.

> I've Seen It by @satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 4k+ Description: You never knew love could be this quiet, this steady, this real until Clark.

> Love is My Kryptonite by @/satellite-evans

Tags: Series, F + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 Description: You grew up without love and learned to believe it was never meant for you. You made yourself smaller, easier, someone who could be needed but never chosen. Clark Kent becomes something steady in your life. Familiar. Safe in a way you have never known. It is easy to exist beside him, easy not to question it. Until something begins to shift. Quiet, unfamiliar, and impossible to ignore.

> Daddy's My Hero by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 2.6k Description: Clark swaps shoes with his daughter in the grocery store after she starts complaining that her princess heels hurt her feet.

> For You, I Would by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 6k+ Description: When pregnancy cravings clash with your values, Clark proves that love means sharing the weight, no matter what it costs.

> New Superhero in Town? by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Word Count: 8k+ Description: You disappear during lunch, come back bruised, avoid questions, and somehow never react to Superman. Clark is completely convinced you’re secretly a superhero. The truth is far less glamorous.

> Clark Kent x Demi God!Reader by @clarkkentluvr

Tags: One Shot, F + AC Word Count: 2.8k Description: Hiiii would die if you could write Clark Kent x Demi god?? Like maybe the daughter of Zeus or something and they start dating and she gets really upset and he abilities come out before she can tell him that she’s a demi god?

> Good Guy by @marwrite

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S Word Count: 3.8k Description: Clark has always prided himself in being one of the good guys. and he is, for the most part- until you come along. suddenly, his hands are in places they shouldn't be while his mind plagues him with visions of you being oh-so-sweet beneath him.

> Sweet, Gentle, Yours by @/marwrite

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F Word Count: 2.6k Description: Clark Kent doesn’t do well with jealousy- never has, probably never will. Mentioning the gross regular at the upscale bar where you work seemed harmless. But when Clark shows up with a sheepish smile and tense jaw, you realise it probably meant more to him than you thought.

> False Devotion by @theworstwolvie

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S + A + HC Chapter Count: Prologue | Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: Being the object of a demigod's affection is what everyone wants, isn't it? That's why you're honoured to be doted upon by Apollo's favourite son, Kal-el. But when your father forces you to separate from him and become a priestess instead, you learn that being the object of a demigod's affection - and the target of his Father - isn't something anyone should yearn for.

Joel Miller | The Last of Us:

> Force of Nature by @skyesdelight

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + A + S Word Count: 10.2k Description: The construction company your neighbors hire to do work on their house are loud, inconsiderate, and quickly get under your skin. One man in particular seems hellbent on driving you crazy until one day, all that tension comes to a head.

> He's Weird by @edawgz

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 7.2k Description: Joel Miller was in denial, but if you asked Ellie, that was a bit of an understatement. Joel was whipped, he was head over heels and pretending like he wasn't falling or you in the middle of hell on earth.

> Home by @sheriff-bodecker

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 843 Description: You're playing with joel's hair, but once your hand starts to cramp, he doesn't want you to stop

> Just Us Two by @softly-potter

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, HC + S Word Count: 3.5k Description: When Joel is injured on patrol and you patch him up, some admissions rise to the surface

> Tender Payment For Our Sins by @3pirouette

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, F + A+ HC + S Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ... | Pt. 68 | Pt. 69 Description: Jackson is less idyllic than it seems, as is everything post-infection. He doesn't want to see you tossed out, and can’t take the way you flinch when the men come sniffing around, so he does the only thing he and Ellie can think of to keep you around.

Multiple Pairings | The Pitt:

> The Arrangement (Jack Abbot) by @abbotafterhours

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 3.3k Description: Jack needs a hobby, you need to eat more. Jack needs you, you need Jack. love ensues!

> I Don't Know Why...And Maybe I Don't Want To (Jack Abbot) by @redd-blushing-roses

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 5.5k Description: After a trauma patient comes into the pitt who reminds you a little too much of your late daughter, you head to the roof to decompress. Jack follows, because you didn't survive that fateful day just to throw it all away. And he's there to remind you exactly why you have to keep going.

> Fetish (Jack Abbot) by @seewhoyouwanttosee

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F Word Count: 1.5k Description: Jack Abbot is a boob-guy through and through, so much that you sometimes wonder who he’s here for— you or them. You decide to mess with him and tell him you're getting a breast reduction, and his reaction is not what you expected to happen.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @angelic1angel

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, Chubby!Reader, F + C Word Count: 300 Description: Reader buys lingerie

> With You, I Serve (Jack Abbot) by @sweetestcowboy

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 14.3k Description: Everyone in the Pitt knows how inseparable you and Jack were. Jack had believed that himself, too. So, when one particular case leaves you rattled, he finds it in himself to jump into action. What he didn't expect was to realise he didn't know you quite as well as he thought.

> Trial Run (Jack Abbot) by @lovebugism

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Grumpy!Reader, One Shot, F+ S + HC Word Count: 5.6k Description: When an abandoned baby takes the e.r by storm, and seems to only be comforted by you, Jack takes a keen interest in the maternal streak he didn't know you had.

> Stay With Me Kid (Jack Abbot) by @fangirl-dot-com

Tags: One Shot, Spider!Reader, A + HC Word Count: 10.2k Description: Jack knew there were dangers of you living a double life. He'd been there for the small scrapes and non-threatening injuries. However, he wasn't prepared for you to be dragged through the ER doors after a battle that leaves you fighting for your life.

> Man-Hating Canine (Jack Abbot) by @of-apollo

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 4.3k Description: You have spent years warning people about your loud little dog before they come over for the first time. A lot of them leave, and you start to trust your dog’s instincts more than your own. Jack wins over the love of your dog despite your warnings and the barks. You hope that, finally, Jack won’t be the one to leave. Your dog seems to hope for the same…

> Pittfest Phone-Calls (Jack Abbot) by @/of-apollo

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 5.5k Description: After weeks of begging from Jake and Robby, you finally agree to supervise Jake and Leah at Pittfest. Nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that occurs on the day, and nothing can stop you from trying to help Leah even as a bullet rips through your own body. All that keeps you going is adrenaline and the voice of your husband over the phone.

> Migraine Mayhem (Jack Abbot) by @gragrace

Tags: One Shot, Chronic Illness!Reader, F + HC Word Count: 1.2k Description: A severe migraine leaves you barely functional and Jack Abbott ends up spending the entire night taking care of you with far too much tenderness for someone pretending not to panic.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @sugartalk-ing

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.6k Description: Hey!! never done this before but I just love your writing, so :)) could I do something with Jack Abbott + prompt 1 for established relationship + 8 from the dialogue prompts??? tyy!!

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @hederasgarden

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 619 Description: You love how needy your boyfriend can be sometimes.

> Private Patient (Jack Abbot) by @deliciousangelfestival

Tags: Series, F + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ... | Pt. 3 Description: How Jack married her, and their life with the kids.

> Keep Up (Jack Abbot) by @/deliciousangelfestival

Tags: Series, F Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ? Description: They spent years saving lives in a war zone and driving each other insane. Now they’re coworkers again.

> Between Always and Never (Jack Abbot) by @campfire-chronicles-sfw

Tags: Series, F Chapter Count: 6 Description: You ask Dr. Abbot out on Valentines Day. Because even a No means at least you tried. And you promised yourself, you'd always try.

> Hold Me Down (Jack Abbot) by @amnatreal

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, S + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt . 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | ? Description: Accidentally finding that D/S app, Dip, felt like having a light bulb moment. Because with all the free time that had been forced upon him, Jack needed something. Badly enough he felt like he was losing his mind. Remembering his experiences caring for a submissive, he felt like perhaps that was what he needed, what was missing. The strength in it, to offer a piece of himself, to reach into someone's psyche when their walls are let down.

> The Terrible Date (Jack Abbot) by @fromsil

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, Chubby!Reader, F + C + S Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: A terrible date, on your evening off, ends you up at the emergency service in a bad state. the very same emergency service you work at.

> I Got Me Someone Else Instead (Jack Abbot) by @pittmebabyonemoretime

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, S + A + C Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ? Description: You agree to open your relationship after your boyfriend kept begging. at first he's on the apps getting absolutely zero matches, but then he gets a date. And the first time you go out with your friends with the full intention to find someone, you meet Jack Abbot. and he is hell bent on making sure you do not forget him.

> I Would've Run (Jack Abbot, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @docrobinavitch

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, S + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 Description: You and Robby dated many moons ago, and it ended pretty badly. Badly enough that you went searching for comfort with newly widowed Jack Abbott. Months after your wedding to Abbott, Robby shows up drunk at your door, demanding to know why you married Jack.

> You're Gonna Go Far (Jack Abbot, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @fangirl-dot-com

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 8.5k Description: Mentor Jack Abbott x Mentor Michael Robinavitch x Mentee reader, angst, hurt/comfort, burnt out reader, only child, high parental expectations, judgmental parents, it has to hurt before it can get better, the need to run to grow

> All The Things We Carry (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @achillieus

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + HC + S Word Count: 11k Description: Robby knows loneliness when he sees it.

> Food Is The Way To The Heart (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @porchlightfairy

Tags: One Shot, Older!Reader, F + A + HC Word Count: 10.1k Description: A timeline of your relationship with Michael through food and how you become notorious in The Pitt. Your story begins when you meet, while you are working a food truck in the park across the street from the ED.

> Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader by @docrobinavitch

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.5k Description: Doomed situationship w robby, reader moving away from pittsburgh, but still keeping in contact with robby thus resulting in a long distance situationship/relationship even if the two keep saying their just friends, ugh the angst, the heated arguments over their deniability about their relationship, the fact that in order for them to work one of them has to move either to the new city or back to pittsburgh (something of which neither of them want to do), the fear that the other thinks its just casual

> The Slippage in the System (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @sweetestcowboy

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 13.6k Description: Needing control was michael’s biggest flaw. control of his department, especially. when a new psych fellow comes to challenge that control—he’s not intimated—he’s infuriated. he should know better than to go toe-to-toe with dr. jefferson’s new protegee.

> In Sickness & In Health (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @redsakura101

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 1.2k Description: Robby falls sick. So you are insistent on making him stay in bed. To rest. Something he's not used to. But for you. He'd do anything you'd ask of him.

> Life Is Sweeter When It's Shared (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @/redsakura101

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.4k Description: You slip on Robby’s hoodie whilst at his home for a little comfort. Shoving your hands into the pockets you discover little packets of…Werther's originals?

> Liability (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @optimisticplb

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 11k Description: After Pittfest, everyone at The Pitt changes, but Robby changes the most. He used to be the mentor who could catch you before you fell. Now he’s colder, sharper, and crueler, acting like cruelty is the same thing as teaching. But on the Fourth of July, when Robby uses the part of you he once helped save against you, you end up on the wrong side of the hospital roof railing, and he’s forced to see just how far he pushed you.

> Too Sweet (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @paigepie213

Tags: One Shot, Diabetic!Reader, A + HC Word Count: 6.4k Description: Hilli, I love your work, it's always super well written! Do you think you could do one where the reader is Robby's wife and she is diabetic, and she has an episode, and Robby takes care of her (it's not the first time she often has those, and she sometimes isn't the most diligent). Thank you!!!

> His Wife (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @queensinxs

Tags: Series, Older!Reader, F Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: Robby doesn't advertise his marriage. So when his wife shows up at ED to discuss their son, it's safe to say the residents were shocked. Now they wonder how the two of you met. This throws him back to when he was an MS3.

> Stay (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @andrew-codys

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, Type 2 bipolar disorder!reader, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy themes of mental health, Chubby!Reader, A + HC + S Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ? Description: Your ex situationship and Chief Attending is less than one hour away from a suicide attempt disguised as a sabbatical. You've spent all day watching people try to get through to him. If anyone can, maybe it's you. But with your own fragile mental health, neither of you really know how to handle what comes after you ask someone to stay.

Batfam:

> Dick Grayson x Reader by @fancy-possum

Tags: 18+ MDNI, One Shot, F Word Count: 921 Description: Dick Grayson is upset because your Mii won't marry him.

> All Those Memories Kept In A Shoe Box (Dick Grayson) by @llovelygood

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 3.3k Description: Dick can't get over you. The memory of you haunts him every day. And one day, he just can bear it anymore, and decides to open the damn shoe box that keeps every memory of your past relationship. To get drunk with the memory.

> The Shape Of Loving You (Dick Grayson) by @purplespiritimagines

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 9.8k Description: Cursed with forget-me-not powers, you vanish from memory the moment someone looks away—leaving you to live as a ghost in plain sight. Dick Grayson refuses to let the world erase you, even when loving you means meeting you for the first time again and again. But when Zatanna and Constantine uncover the curse’s roots, you and dick must learn that being remembered was never meant to be one person’s burden alone.

> Buffering (Dick Grayson) by @patientofarkhamasylum

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 0.9k Description: Aftercare with dick after a long night that leaves you a little out of it and him very smug

> If We Never Remember (Dick Grayson) by @fluentmoviequoter

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 5.5k Description: Barbara recruits you to help Batman and his team of heroes. Dick Grayson knows he's seen you before, but can't remember when or where. To get answers, he starts breaking things to visit you. Even after you remember him, it takes Dick a while to remember what you had before.

> Goddess and Man (Jason Todd) by @/fluentmoviequoter

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Word Count: 13.4k+ Description: The gods grant your request to mentor a mortal, but only for two months. In that time, you fall for a man: Jason Todd. He discovers that you're not quite what or who he believed and decides to fight his way to Olympus for you. Can there be a future between goddess and man?

Frank Castle | The Punisher:

> Thantophobia by @dirtylittlediary

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 6k Description: Frank's worst fear already came true when he lost his family- Maria and the kids. he thought he would never love again. but then you slithered your way into his heart- and now he can't get over the bone crushing fear of losing you too.

> Everything But Lovers by @/dirtylittlediary

Tags: One Shot, A + HC + F Word Count: 6.7k Description: You and Frank work as a team. in and out. effective. so what happens when he finally snaps are realises you're friends, partners in crime, enemies... everything but lovers?

> This Guy Botherin' You, Sweetheart? by @cryptidwriterrr

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 10k+ Description: Your new coworker causes problems between you and Frank. You can’t figure out why—you’re nothing special. But when drinks at the bar prove you wrong… the night ends in blood.

> Guardian Angels by @/cryptidwriterrr

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 6k Description: Frank can’t do this alone. You hope withdrawal doesn’t kill him—or you. You give him the strength he needs to find himself again.

> Glory Days by @/cryptidwriterrr

Tags: One Shot, High School Sweethearts, F + A + HC Word Count: 5.4k Description: Before war and murder and vengeance, Frank existed as… well, Frank. Young, wary of the world, but determined to make an impact. And then…? Then came you. Ah… to be 18 again. 

> Firefight by @/cryptidwriterrr

Tags: One Shot, Alternate Ending, A + HC Word Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: Frank can’t fight fire. But for you? He’ll try. 

Miscellaneous:

> Selfish Appetite (Bucky Barnes) by @tw1sters

Tags: 18+ MDNI, One Shot, Stardew!AU, F + A + HC + S Word Count: 14.8k Description: You’ve always had one rule: never date your residents — and it’s been easy — until Bucky shows up with his steady hands and deep blue eyes, making you question everything you’ve built and everything you’ve sought to protect.

> You Make Loving Fun! (Bucky Barnes) by @superbassbuck

Tags: 18+ MDNI, One Shot, Stardew!AU, F + HC + S Word Count: 11.9k Description: Living in Pelican Town wasn't all that bad compared to the city life you were used to. With the big farmhouse next door unoccupied, everything was quiet, peaceful, and scenic. Then, Bucky Barnes moves in. Suddenly, you're waking up to the smell of manure, the squawking of chickens, and a farmer who's far too annoying—and far too hot—for his own good or your own comfort.

> Violent Delights (Bucky Barnes) by @jamesbbcrnes

Tags: One Shot, Grumpy!Reader, F Word Count: 2.7k Description: Bucky Barnes is head over heels for a girl who could say " I love you and simultaneously try to kill him in the same breath. (but don’t save him! he is exactly where he wants to be).

> Look Away (Bucky Barnes) by @dreamofbucky

Tags: 18+ MDNI, One Shot, Grumpy!Reader, F + A + HC + S Word Count: 19.3k Description: Bucky spends the whole pool party trying not to stare. You spend the whole pool party thinking he can barely stand to look at you. A slippery pool step, one bitter comment, and Tony Stark’s guest room fixes that problem rather loudly.

> Wary Adversary (Adrian Chase) by @devisedplan

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 0.9k Description: Adrian likes everyone except you. a silly situation reveals the reason behind his resentment towards you

> When You Left The Light (Frankie Morales) by @berryispunk

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 540 Description: He has survived war, loss, and loneliness before but nothing prepares him for the silence waiting at home.

> The Colossus! (Din Djarin) by @almostfoxglove

Tags: One Shot, Medieval!AU, F + HC Word Count: 7.7k Description: Fleeing with a bounty on your head, your escape is thwarted by a knight of the Mandalorian Guard, Ser Din the Colossus.

> Man Child (Andrew "Pope" Cody) by @not-neverland06

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 17k Description: You're the Codys' new neighbor. You seem boring enough, not much of a threat. But Smurf and Baz are interested in that cushy new job at the bank you'd told them about. So they send in Pope, hoping to get some decent information out of you. And he knows the rules, don't fall for the marks. But you make it impossible to stick to that rule and Smurf sees that as a threat. She sees you as a threat.

> Leave You To Love Me (Scott Miller) by @/tw1sters

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 2.6k Description: Being in love with Scott Miller isn’t for the faint of heart—especially when you have to watch him fall for someone else.

“Don’t even think about it, man,” Tommy warns as he drops his toolbox into the bed of Joel's truck.

Joel squints over at his brother, the sun bright in his eyes. “Think about what?” 

“Don’t fuck her, Joel.”

"What the hell ya talking ‘bout?” he smirks, fully aware of Tommy's meaning.

“Saw the way you were looking at her just now. We don’t need any trouble, Joel. He's a good worker.”

“He’s a waste of space, that’s what he is," Joel bites. He never wanted to hire an apprentice; he didn't believe they needed one. But when Tommy brought this new guy, Nate, to work a few months ago, Joel's been taking every opportunity he gets to make the younger man's life hell in the hope he’ll quit. Still, Joel has to admit, having the apprentice around isn’t all bad, because every day at 12:30pm sharp, the younger man's girlfriend calls with lunch, and Joel has been finding himself transfixed by her. 

“You can’t just not like him Joel, you have no reason not to.”

“I do.”

“Really? Give me one.”

“His name. Typical asshole name.”

Tommy laughs. “Dude, come on, he might be young, but he knows his stuff, he could be a real help for us in expanding.”

“We don’t need him. We've been doing fine just us for all these years. Besides, the kid might know how to build, but he's the most self-absorbed person I've ever met. Spends more time checking on his fuckin’ hair.” Joel huffs, turning to lean back against the truck. “You heard the way he talks about her too? She could do so much better.”

“I think you're just hearing what you want to hear ‘cause you wanna get in her pants.” Tommy smirks.

“So what if I do? You can’t stop me.” Joel responds with a smug grin like he's ready to take on the challenge. One thing about Joel: if someone tells him not to do something, he's almost always going to find a way to do it.

“She’s like half your age.”

“Trust me, no one has ever complained about that before.”

Tommy scoffs. "You're disgusting.”

“So you settled down; now the rest of us aren't allowed to have any fun?”

“Not saying that, but she’s his girlfriend, please, brother, just keep clear.”

“Fine, relax. Won’t go near her.”

“Promise me.”

Joel holds a hand up in the air, an irritating grin spread across his face. “I promise, Tommy."

“God, you're so fuckin’ annoying.” Tommy slams the door of the trunk and goes around the other side to climb in. Joel’s never been one to break a promise, but when it comes to her, he thinks she might be the one who finally makes him crack.

“You wanna come for a drink?”

“Nah, the wife’s got dinner waiting.”

“Right.” Joel rolls his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he’s jealous of his brother. Tommy's settled down with another kid on the way. Joel might have Sarah, but she’s grown now, always out with her own friends enjoying herself, and he’s just left alone at home with nothing but his thoughts.

So, true to his usual post-work routine, he walks the few blocks to the dingy bar he likes. Slouching onto the stool as he orders a whiskey, he scans the room to see who's in tonight. He’s tired, he’s horny, and if he’s completely honest with himself, he’s really fucking lonely. So when his eyes catch on that familiar woman, alone in the booth right at the back of the room, he can't help himself. 

"Ohh, now the universe is just playing with me," he mutters under his breath as he takes his glass and walks through the darkened bar over towards her. “Drinking alone?”

"Sadly," she smiles, so innocently. 

“No Nate?"

“Not tonight.” 

He nods with a satisfied hum, trying his best not to let his eyes slip down to her cleavage.

“Mind if I sit?" 

“Not at all.”

He slides in opposite her, leaning back, thighs wide apart beneath the table as he rests his arm on the back of the seat. “So, we’ve never really spoken.”

She nods. “You don’t strike me as much of a talker.” 

Her eyes are mesmerizing; he’s never been close enough before to see them like this, and in the soft neon light, he finds himself getting lost in how they glisten. When she brings her glass up to take a sip, his eyes lock onto her mouth, watching as her tongue darts out to wet her lips, making his dick twitching at the sight. He can’t help but think what it would be like to kiss her, what she would taste like, and what it’d be like to shove his cock between those lips and make her choke on it.

She shifts in her seat, a delicate strand of hair falling gently down her neck, leading his eyes right to her chest, exactly where he was trying not to look.

“Like what you see?” she asks quietly so no one but him can hear. His eyes flick back up to hers, so she’s really not as innocent as he first thought.

His head tilts to the side slightly, weighing up his response. “Mmmh, but I’d like to see more.”

Her cheeks blush instantly, and she tries to hide it, looking away towards the loud crowd at the bar. “Not sure Nate would approve of that.”

"Well, that asshole shouldn’t have let you come here alone then.”

“You don’t like him?”

He doesn’t answer.

She rests her elbow on the table, her fingers tracing the edge of her glass. “He doesn’t know I’m here. Didn’t want him to tell him.”

“Why not?”

She looks down, unable to meet his gaze as she admits the truth. “Because I didn’t want him to know that I came here looking for you.”

“Looking for me, huh?” There’s an innocence to her, but he can tell she’s got that devilish side deep within her core that aches to be let out. He knows she’s looking for him to show her exactly how to cut herself loose.

“You think I bring food over every day just to please Nate like some good little housewife?” 

Her response amuses him, because that’s exactly what Nate wants her to be. “So why do you do it?”

“To see how long it’ll take for you to notice me.” 

“Well darlin', you’re in luck because I notice you, alright." He makes no attempt to hide the smugness radiating from him now. She’s fucking desperate for him, and she's not hiding it very well. “Notice how your flimsy little dresses have gotten steadily shorter over the weeks, slowly revealing even more of your skin that just aches to be traced by my touch. Notice how you sway your hips that little bit more only when you walk by me, like you’re trying to tease, and shit, it’s working…”

Her lips part, her mouth turning dry as she takes in every word.

“…Or how you do all that, yet never meet my eyes. You look away quickly whenever I glance over, pretending to be all innocent, but you ain’t, are ya?”

Her cheeks turn more red because she knows she’s been caught out. He sits forward. “Y’know, I’m under strict orders not to fuck you.”

She almost spits the last sip of her drink out as his words register. Her eyes widen, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Clearing her throat, she takes a breath. “By who?"

“My brother.”

“You always follow your brother's rules?” 

"No," he scoffs. “Don’t answer to anybody." 

“So you’d break the rules?”

He swallows and looks back over his shoulder to observe the other people minding their own business in the bar. When he turns back, she’s practically squirming as she awaits his reply, the intrigue clear in her eyes. 

“Depends if I think it was worth it.”

“You don’t think I’m worth it?”

He downs the remaining liquid in his drink and takes his time to look her up and down. “Are you?” 

She gives him that shy smile again. “How about we find out?” 

He taps a finger on the table, making her wait as he decides his next move. "Not tonight.”

"Oh." She sits back in her seat, and he’s sure he sees her trying to hide the disappointment. He wants to tease her, to make her wait so that when he finally does fuck her, she’s begging him for it. 

“Go home to your boyfriend.”

“Why?”

“Because I want him to find you fuckin’ soaked all 'cause of me.”

She bites her lip, her eyes wide, dark and hungry as the flush creeps up her neck.

“Let him fuck you. Let him try his best to fill ya whilst you wish like hell it was my cock instead.”

She starts absentmindedly twirling that goddamn strand of hair around her finger, and he can’t take it anymore. He’s got the upper hand right now, he has to keep it that way.

So he stands, adjusting his now incredibly tight crotch right in front of her eyes, and leaves her alone in the booth. That night, as the alcohol still buzzes through his system, he lies half naked in his bed, stroking himself as he thinks about her, releasing his load onto his stomach from the thought of all the ways he plans to take this woman. 

———

The following day, he waits for her to call by with lunch like she always does, but she doesn’t show, and she doesn’t come the day after or the one after that. He guesses it was the alcohol, the heat of the moment, or maybe she woke up the following morning and regretted the conversation. Still, he looks dead into the eyes of Nate every day with the secret knowledge that his girlfriend really wants the master, not the apprentice. 

By the time Friday night rolls around, he’s irritable. Nate went home hours ago, and Tommy left the site just before the sun finally set. But they had a deadline for tonight, so Joel offered to stick around and work until it was done, realizing if he went home, he’d only find himself grumpy and alone there too. 

As the stifling Texas heat still lingers despite the night sky and the ache in his back starts to pull, he secures the house and turns out the lights. Making his way from the backyard towards his truck, he sees her, walking down the driveway towards him.

"What ya doing 'ere? Boyfriend left ages ago.” He grunts, pretending like the sight of her doesn’t make him happy.

“I know; he’s at home eating junk food on the sofa.”

She’s wearing a short summery dress that stops an inch above her knees, the V-neck revealing too much of her skin. He notices the few beads of her sweat that glisten between her breasts from the humidity, and it makes him want nothing more than to push her up against his truck and taste it.

“Where does he think you are?”

“A friend's house." She steps forward slowly, closer to him. The familiar smell of her perfume reaches him now, the subtle yet divine scent that he remembers so well consuming his mind. “He told me you were staying late, so I came to see if you needed anything.”

“I don’t. Just heading out.” he brushes past her, his finger tracing the back of her hand as he does so. He drops his tools into the back of his truck before turning back to her, exhaling heavily. “You shouldn’t be turning up to random houses after dark like this, y’know.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s not safe.” He reaches a finger to her chin, lifting her eyes to look directly into his. “Anything could happen."

“Like what?” Her voice is barely a whisper. 

He shakes his head. "Thought I’d scared you off, or maybe you’d changed your mind.”

“I just wanted to be careful.” 

“Is this being careful?” His eyes flick down her body, inches from him. “Did you do as I said? Did you think about me when he was inside you?”

She nods. 

“and only me?” 

She nods again. 

“Good girl.” He feels the blood is rushing south, but he can't do this; Tommy would kill him. “But you should really go."

“Why?”

“Because in a second I’m going to lose my fuckin’ mind and have my way with ya. You're better than this; I’ll only get ya into trouble.”

“What if I want trouble?”

He chuckles. “You don't. Go home.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh sweetheart, I'm really trying here." He drags a hand through his hair. He knows it's useless; his dick is in control now, but at least he can tell Tommy that he really, really tried not to, right?

“I want you.” She whispers.

"Why? You just need an older man to take care of ya? Is that it? Need someone who can give you exactly what you need, unlike that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.”

She doesn’t respond, just stares into his eyes endlessly, like she’s starving to be taken care of. God, she’s beautiful. Tommy's pleas from a few days ago sound like a million miles away right now. He inches closer, moving his head down so that his lips hover over hers; the anticipation clouds his thoughts, and all he can think about is what it would be like to be buried between her legs. With a dirty grin, he tries to stop the inevitable one last time. “Last chance, Miss.”

“Kiss me.” 

Finally, with her permission, he pushes his tongue into her mouth; her desperate hums make his dick throb against the constraints of his jeans. He guides her back until she’s trapped between his body and the truck, breaking from her lips to lick down her neck, following the V of her dress as she sighs into him. He moves further south, the knot in his back merely a distant thought as he buries his head in the low of her tummy, breathing in her scent. “Fuck, you smell so good.” 

His hand snakes up her thigh, inching the fabric of her dress up to gain access between her legs. Brushing his fingers over her panties, he feels her desire already seeping through, the discovery making him groan into the night air. He teases her, rubbing her over the wet fabric as her head falls back against his truck.

Hooking a finger into the waistband, he peels the damp lace down her legs before bringing it to his nose, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes as he takes in the scent of her desire. “Fuuuuckk.” She watches him intently then as he stuffs her panties into his back pocket. “I’m keeping these.” 

As he stands up to tower above her, his fingers find her soaked folds again, dipping into her arousal as his thumb presses against her sensitive clit and her hips pushes forward into him. “Maybe you were right,” she breathes, “We shouldn't." Her protest is weak.

“So stop me.” He teases, knowing she won’t. “Go on, stop me, darlin'." She ignores him, whimpering louder as his fingers explore her entrance. “Can’t, can ya? It's written all over your face; you're fuckin’ desperate for me to give you what he can’t.”

Her mouth falls open as he slips a finger into her tight heat. The whimper that escapes her goes straight to his crotch. Despite the quiet secluded street, the low light, and the shelter of his truck, he feels her tense against him when they both hear a noise in the distance. “Joel, someone’s coming.” 

“Nah uh, eyes on me, darlin’.” His thumb flicks against her bundle of nerves faster as his free hand comes up to cover her mouth. He continues his movements, working her to her orgasm as the person on the opposite side of the street remains completely unaware of the scandal taking place beside this truck.

Her body shudders violently before it collapses weakly against him. He looks down, removing his hand from between her legs, his fingers glistening with her juices. “Shit.” He opens the passenger door and nods. “Get in the truck." 

He doesn’t know where to take her. Sarah will be home, and they obviously can’t go back to her place. He considers just doing it in the truck, but he needs more space to have her in the way he craves most. But he’s so fucking turned on right now, he just needs to get her to goddamn bed soon. So he speeds towards the edge of town where he knows of a gross little motel. It’s not ideal, certainly not romantic, but it’ll do the job. 

He walks into the reception as she follows close behind, keeping her head down. Like the world is against him right now, he finds the desk empty.

After what feels like an eternity of calling out for assistance, a small old lady appears from the back room and shuffles towards the desk, her eyes flicking between the two of them.

“Finally.” He mutters under his breath, but he knows the older woman heard him by the glare she offers up. “Need a room.”

The lady pauses, her eyebrows raising expectantly as she looks at Joel. 

“Please.” He adds.

“For both of ya?”

He grunts.

“We don’t do any of that funny business ‘ere y’know.” She warns.

Joel scoffs. “Excuse me?”

“This is a respectable establishment, sir.”

He looks around, silently disagreeing with her. “Hmm. If you say so.”

She clears her throat, a stern expression daring him to say more.

He smiles falsely. “Look, ma’am, it’s not like that. We just need a room… please.”

The old lady rolls her eyes, sitting down at the computer to aimlessly scan the screen to see what’s available. Joel taps a finger on the desk impatiently, his leg bouncing, his cock aching to be released from these tight fucking jeans, if only this woman would hurry the hell up.

“Got one?” He bites. 

“I do.” She sighs.

“Great. We’ll take it.” 

The lady’s eyes flick up, looking past him to her behind him. “Nothin’ like good old-fashioned manners, is there?" She chuckles, and her sarcasm pisses him off. 

“What’s that s’pposed to mean?” His eyes narrow.

The old lady ignores him, slowly plodding through to the back room in search of the key. He swears this lady is taking her sweet time on purpose just to fuck with him.

When she comes back, she slaps the keys onto the surface as he settles up. He’s desperate to make a comment about the ridiculous price, but considering his predicament down below, he pays it, and without another word, exits in search of the room.

It's small and dated, and there’s a fusty smell of cigarettes and sex, but what did he expect? He's here for the same thing. The second they’re inside, he pushes her back against the door, his mouth on her skin once again as she reaches down to palm him through his trousers, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Sure ‘bout this?” He asks.

“Yeah.” 

He picks her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he takes her over and drops her body gently down onto the bed. He stands there at the edge of the mattress looking down at the flawless woman before him. 

“Take it off.” He nods to her dress. “Let me see what’s mine.”

He watches her remove the material, eyes roaming all over her. She’s nervous, but she doesn’t need to be, she’s so effortlessly beautiful.

He removes his flannel, then his t-shirt, revealing his broad chest to her. He notices how her eyes rake down his entire form before focusing on his happy trail that leads her eyes to his belt buckle. 

“Like the view?” he smirks. She doesn’t speak, just bites her lip as her eyes flick back up to his. "Course you fuckin’ do. Go on then, unbuckle 'em." He nods towards where her eyes can’t stop looking. She hesitates for a second, before leaning up to slowly push his jeans and boxers down to finally release him.

The way her breath hitches as his cock springs free in front of her satisfies him. Her lips part as she observes him in all his glory. He’s not arrogant but he’s self-aware, and he knows he’s big. He’s thick and girthy, and the bob of her throat tells him she’s worried if he’ll even fit.

"Oh, he’s gonna fill you good, don’t you worry about that, sweetheart." He pushes her thighs apart, revealing her pussy to him. “Jesus Christ, look at ya, still fucking drippin’. Go on, touch yourself.”

“Joel.”

“Do it.”

She reaches between her legs, the rise and fall of her chest increasing as she pleasures herself. “Yeahhh that’s it, you look fuckin’ good, baby.” He takes his erection in hand, stroking slowly as he watches her.

After a few minutes, she sits up, her mouth so close to his dick as her eyes flick up to meet his, waiting for further instructions. “Open up.” 

She does as he says, her soft, warm mouth taking him in as he struggles to suppress a groan. He doesn’t push yet; he lets her guide her own movements as she gets used to the size of him.

When she releases him with a pop, her hand coming up to stroke him, she gets a little brave. “What do you think your brother would say about this?” 

“Please, don’t talk about my brother right now.” He sighs, his head falling back as she licks up the underside of his dick, all the way from his balls to the tip.

When she takes him back in her mouth again, she guides his hand to the back of her head, letting him know she’s ready for more. He thrusts his hips forward, his cock sliding further until it hits the back of her throat. He starts slow, testing her limits, but soon speeds up when he struggles to hold back. Her nails scratch sharply up his tummy, and she starts to gag around him. It's obscene and vulgar, and he can’t get enough. 

He senses she needs a second so he pulls out, letting her catch her breath, a string of her spit still connecting his cock to her lips. “Fuck that’s hot.” He sighs. “You good?”

She nods. He taps the head against her bottom lip a few times before pushing all the way back down her throat until her nose presses into the hairs at the base. “Fuuuckkk. Wish you could see yourself right now, such a good girl taking it like this.”

Like any older man, he wishes he could last as long as he did when he was younger, but those days are long gone, and if he doesn’t pull out right this second, it’ll all be over too soon. 

“Condom?” She asks. He nods, reaching down to his jeans on the floor and taking one from his pocket. She lies back on the bed, legs parted as she waits for him.

He hovers above her, tracing a hand down over her body, her hips lifting off the bed as his fingers tickle her skin, goosebumps appearing on every inch. “You're so beautiful, do you know that?” The look on her face tells him she doesn’t believe it.

“Joel…”

He spits into his hand, smearing it over his cock. Then he lines himself up with her drenched entrance, waiting as she wriggles desperately underneath him.

"This what you want?” He grins.

She nods, whimpering as she lifts her head to see him running his tip through her folds. 

“Say it."

“I want you, Joel. Need you inside me.”

“What else?”

Her head falls back down against the sheets, a frustrated moan escaping her lips, making him almost lose his composure as he pushes the head in further. 

“Please…”

Finally, he thrusts deep inside her. Mutual groans coming from deep within their bodies as they get lost in the feel of finally being connected. His head falls down into the curve of her neck, nibbling at the skin softly as he delights in the feeling of her tight, warm heat. She fits like a glove around him; so perfect, so goddamn addictive. 

“Jesus, you’re big.” She sighs, her back arching as he fills her. “It feels so good.” 

“Yeah? You like that?”

As he starts moving inside her, her legs come up to wrap around his waist, her heels digging into him to push him deeper. “He doesn't fill you like this, does he? Shit, he doesn't know how to work your body so it’s trembling like it is right now; only I can do that.” 

Their shared pants fill the room, and he reaches down between their bodies to circle her clit. Her moans please him and let him know she's already close. “If only he knew where you were right now. If only he knew my cock was so deep inside of this tight pussy.”

“Fuck, Joel. Please, don't stop.” She reaches up to pull his body down into hers, her nails scratching against his back, leaving trails of red as he feels her walls flutter around his dick. He feels her body tensing against the bed as he rides her through another high. Giving her little time to recover, she gasps as he pulls out. “Turn over.” 

She lies on her stomach before him; with his knee, he spreads her legs again and enters her from behind. He parts her ass cheeks and spits on her asshole, his thumb dipping down to smear it over the puckered rim. Slowly he teases her there, and as his thrusts speed up, he starts to push his thumb inside her tight hole as she grips the sheets at the intense sting. With his free hand, he slaps her ass making her yelp into the mattress.

He's in pure heaven. The sound of his hips slapping against her skin and the wet sounds of their shared desires mixing, paired with the sight of her holes filled up with him like this all while her boyfriend sits at home none the wiser, does something to him.

He leans down, kissing the top of her back. “Gimme another, sweetheart; I need to feel you come round this cock once more.”

“I can't, Joel," she pants, he knows she's overstimulated.

“You can, I got ya”

He withdraws, leaning back onto his knees, and he pulls her body up onto all fours. Entering her again, his thrusts turn ragged and messy as he pushes his thumb back into her ass even deeper than before, pushing the air from her lungs as her eyes screw shut.

She reaches back, gripping his wrist tightly as the new angle makes her clit hit just right against him. Just as he asked, she comes again; it's less intense this time, her body completely exhausted, but it’s enough for him to finally break. 

"fuuuckk, I'm gonna come, where’d ya want me?” 

“Let me taste you again.” She pants. 

He pulls out, and she turns, her mouth opening, waiting for his load. Pulling the condom off, he tugs his dick hard until he's spurting his thick seed onto her tongue, groaning loudly as his release rips violently through his entire body.

“Ohhh yeah, Jesus Christ.” He makes sure she catches every drop. “Swallow it, darlin’.”

She does, and that sight alone is going to stay with him for a long time. He falls down onto his back, his limbs sore, his tummy rising and falling rapidly as he attempts to recover. She lies down beside him, her head resting on his chest. “Good?” he questions with a grin. Like he even needs to ask.

After a moment, she lays a soft kiss on his sweaty chest before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up. When she comes back, she finds his flannel, wrapping it around her naked body. She sits on the edge of the bed, bringing a knee to her chest as she looks at him. “This wasn't a good idea.” She says softly, shaking her head, but the little smile apparent on her lips tells him something different.

He smirks, moving his arm up to rest behind his head. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” He watches her fiddling with the sleeve of his flannel. “You can keep that if you want; it looks better on you.” 

“You know I can't." She chuckles. 

“No?” He sits up, reaching forward for her hand. “Come ‘ere.” He pulls her across the bed until she straddles his lap. “You want me to take it off ya, then?”

His index finger runs up the soft material before gently pushing it aside to reveal her nipple. Leaning in, he sucks it into his mouth, her sweet soft whimpers pleasing him. Squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands, he pauses and lifts his head, placing a soft kiss against her lips.

“What?” She searches his eyes, her hand combing through his fluffy brown curls. 

"You ever need taking care of again, you know where I am.” 

———

Walking into Tommy's kitchen on Monday morning with his right eye black and swollen, Tommy's vigorous munching slows as he looks up and sees Joel’s face.

“Jesus Christ, Joel.” 

Joel smirks, unbothered. "You should see the other guy.” He sits down opposite with a groan, instantly digging into the breakfast waiting for him. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Tommy sighs, shaking his head. “Look at ya, not an ounce of guilt about it.”

“Guilt? She’s an adult, Tommy; she makes her own decisions, and I guess I was one of them."

“Fuck sake… so I need to find another apprentice?” 

“I told you before, we don't need one, but yeah... Nate isn't coming back.” 

“And her?” Tommy asks. Before Joel can reply, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. When he takes it out, Tommy watches a shit-eating grin spread across his brother's face. “That’s her, isn’t it?” 

He shrugs. “Oh, I’ll be seeing her again.” 

"I'll be right back."

Your friend touched you on your shoulder, eyes focused on something in the distance, but before she could leave, you took her wrist.

"Where are you going? You're not gonna leave me alone too, are you?"

Amber had already done that half an hour ago after she had rushed back to Chloe and you, panting heavily but her cheeks flushed like someone newly in love. Apparently, she had met a handsome man on the dance floor and had announced that she would be right back.

"No," she chuckled and pointed over her shoulder. "I'm just gonna go to the toilet. If I'm not back in ten minutes, come looking for me, okay? There's a line but it shouldn't take too long."

You nodded faintly, scratched your nose and shifted your attention to the counter in front of you now that Chloe had disappeared into the busy crowd. You would just wait here so that your friend would easily find you when she came back. Besides, what else were you supposed to do? You most certainly wouldn't hit the dance floor too, risking being chatted up by a guy whose attention you didn't want.

The only man you wanted to eye you up and down in your short dress was Javi. And he was at home. Too far away to wrap a possessive arm around your waist as he crossed the club. Therefore, you would have to make it clear to these guys that you were not interested in their flirting yourself, and right now, you had no desire to make that effort, which was why you decided to remain by the counter where it was safe.

Not long after that, you were deep in thought that mostly circled around your boyfriend when you suddenly felt something next to you fall to the ground. At first, you thought it was your purse, but the small black wallet beside your heel wasn't yours.

You quickly picked it up and searchingly turned around to find out who it might belong to, when your eyes met the blue ones of a young man dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans.

"Is that yours?" you asked loudly and held up the object.

"Yes. Thank you so much, I was already scared that I had lost it. God… there are so many people here!"

"It's free-drinks-past-12 night. What do you expect?" you grinned and handed him his wallet. He looked friendly, not scary or lascivious like so many of the club visitors did, which was why you didn't bother to immediately turn your back on him.

"Fair," he chuckled and stuffed his wallet into his back pocket. "What's your name?"

"Y/n. And yours?"

"Mike. I'm here with a few friends. They're over there, so if you wanna join us…"

You were still smiling but apologetically scrunched your nose. "That's very nice of you… But I'm here with my friends and I kind of have to stay here while they're gone. So that we can find each other, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure, no problem. But… you're gonna let me buy you a drink."

You shook your head faintly, a wry grin pulling at your lips.

"Really, you don't…"

"Yes, I do. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have any money at all now. One drink?"

Your eyebrows shot up, but you found that what he was saying made sense. It was just a little reward, essentially the same as a finder's fee. And since the guy seemed so friendly, you didn't want to seem impolite.

"Alright… But you really don't have to."

"It's my pleasure," Mike smirked and quickly ordered two gins from the bartender.

"So you're here with your… friends?" He had hesitated before the word friends, but you had barely noticed it.

"Yeah. Chloe and Amber. Amber left to dance with some guy and Chloe went to the bathroom. She should be back soon, though."

"I see… So now you're bored."

You chuckled and crossed your legs, slightly relaxing on your bar stool.

"No… Not really. The night has been so busy so far, I'm enjoying a peaceful moment."

"Peaceful? With that music playing?"

The tip of your shoe involuntarily bobbed in time with the techno beats, which, you had to admit, really didn't create the right kind of environment to rest. Perhaps you should have gone outside for that.

"Okay, right. But still, I don't mind."

"So do you want me to leave?" Mike said over the music, but something about his wrinkled brow and the amusement shimmering in his eyes suggested that he expected you to say no.

"No, no… It's okay. Besides, I'm getting a free drink."

"Oh wait a second. You…" He suddenly reached for the side of your head, which made you jerk backward.

"It's alright, you just have some confetti there," Mike laughed and picked at a strand of your hair, then flicked the paper to the floor.

"Oh. Thanks, yeah… It's Amber's birthday today, so we brought some confetti when we went inside the club."

"It's her birthday… Interesting, I assumed it was yours."

"Why?" you scoffed, brushing the strand that had come loose from his good deed behind your ear.

"Because you look really beautiful. I assumed only the birthday girl would dress up like that."

His eyes briefly ran down your legs, but you had scarcely noticed since you were too busy pawing at your hair to discover if there was more confetti.

"Thanks…" you muttered absent-mindedly, then hummed gently when you found a second little piece of paper stuck at the back of your head.

"Shit. This stupid confetti is everywhere."

"Do you want my help?" Mike offered, but you shook your head.

"No, it's fine. It's probably too dark anyway."

The bartender had finally placed your drinks in front of each of you. Mike grabbed his while you did the same, and he moved a little closer to you as he raised his glass to clink it with yours.

"To this beautiful night. And to the girl who looks much too glamorous for it not to be her birthday."

You chuckled freely, making a dismissive hand gesture before you took a small sip of your drink. You liked gin and were glad Mike wasn't one of those guys with terrible taste who would probably order something like corn whiskey or American lager.

"Are you here with your friends too?" you asked after swallowing the first swig and feeling the alcohol scorch against your throat.

"Yep. As I said, they're over there. But honestly… I didn't care so much about their company. Especially not now."

You furrowed your brow, spinning the glass in your hand. "Why didn't you care about them before? If they're your friends?"

"They are my friends. They just… all of them are in a relationship, you know? They all brought their partners, so I'm a little lonely among them."

Mike shrugged faintly, causing your brows to arch.

"Well, you're not lonely now."

"I'm not… And I couldn't be more blessed."

His grin broadened, eyes sparkling in a way that made you wonder what color they were. There was definitely some blue in his irises but right now they looked darker than the color of your dress.

"You know… I was wondering if you'd care for a dance? Since we're two lonely souls who have found each other by fate."

You paused for a second, sensing the melody of one of your favorite party songs wafting over to you. You did feel a little fidgety and energetic now that the alcohol was spreading through your body, and the thought of moving your limbs a little and getting lost in the music sounded tempting.

"Actually, why not? But only this one song because then I really have to–"

A warm hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, making you spin around.

"Chloe!"

Your friend gave you a bright grin, her arms wrapping around your back as she pulled you in for a hug.

"Guess who I met in the restroom? I'll give you one hint: she was in our Biology class at school."

Overwhelmed by the whole situation, you drew your eyebrows together, sending Mike an apologetic look, but he just nodded in understanding and walked over to his friends. Whatever. He had only been your entertainment while Chloe was gone anyway. And now that she was back, you had much more important things to do.

"Nicole?" you shouted, but Chloe, who was clearly a little drunk by now, exclaimed "No!" loudly and then went on to tell you all about her exciting bathroom story.

Half an hour later, you entered Javi's apartment, your head just lightly spinning.

Most of the alcohol had worn off, as that gin Mike had bought you had been your last drink for the night. After he had left, Chloe and you had remained by the counter for five more minutes before you had decided to look for Amber. You had found her by the bathroom, her mouth glued to the face of the handsome man she had met earlier, who you had figured out was named Jake. After quite a brief exchange with her, Chloe and you had decided to go home, whereas Amber had declared that she was going to go home with Jake.

Even though Chloe and you had lengthily informed and reminded her of the dangers, she had insisted, and the two of you had had no choice but to accept it. The last thing you had said to her was that you expected her to keep you posted on her location and to call you in the morning, and then she had left. Which was what Chloe and you had done as well, though in a different direction.

Now, you were sneaking inside the apartment, not sure whether Javi was already asleep or not. It was around midnight, so you assumed he was still up, but you knew for a fact that he had had a stressful day, which could mean that he had gone to bed early.

The first thing you noticed when you pushed the door open was light coming from the living room as well as the faint noise of the TV. He was still up. Good. You didn't like to fall asleep without him kissing you goodnight at all.

"Hey," you called out while closing the door, locking it and then putting the keys on the cupboard by the wall.

"I'm in the living room," Javi shouted through the open gap, and you could hear him turn the TV volume down. A moment later, you were standing in the doorway, giving him a tired smile and running a hand through your tousled hair.

Your boyfriend didn't return the warm gesture right away.

First, his gaze caught on the short hem of your dress, then it wandered all the way down to your shoes and at last slowly back up your body until it landed on your face. At this point, he was wearing an expectant look, his brow furrowed and his features stern.

"That's a short dress."

"Yeah, I… I mean we went to the club. What was I supposed to wear?"

Your boyfriend placed the remote control on the coffee table, beckoning you to come sit next to him on the couch. After putting your purse on the floor, you toed off your heels to relieve yourself of the aching sting in your soles, Javi's heavy gaze still resting on your body.

"You know I like it when I get to see you before you leave the house to go out. Especially in situations like this one." His finger pointed to your bare legs and even your neckline, though what it revealed definitely couldn't be considered a lot.

"Well, you were at work. And I had to go."

You didn't want to sound pouty, but you had a hard time hiding the sulkiness in your tone. You had longed for a few peaceful minutes with Javi on the couch, telling him about your night and then listening to him talk about his evening at home. And now you had to defend your outfit choices like a little child that had picked out the wrong shoes and ruined them in the rain.

"I know," he hummed, folding his hands in front of his chest, looking like he was searching for words before his shoulders slackened slightly. "How was it? You're early, by the way."

"Yes… Amber, she –" you chuckled softly, head lowered and shaking in disbelief. "She met a guy and went home with him."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. It kind of sucked because the drinks are only free starting at midnight, but I mean it's her birthday. Chloe and I just thought we'd let her have fun and head home early."

Javi nodded slowly, neck still twisted to regard you with that strict look upon his face.

"And you? Did you have a good time?"

"Yes."

His mouth moved briefly, eyes still on your dress as though he were searching for something there.

"Any pushy guys? Anything I need to know about?"

"No. Of course not, Javi."

"So you didn't talk to anyone? Promise?"

You scoffed, drumming your fingers on the armrest of the couch. "I mean, I talked to someone."

"Who?" he barked, eyes flashing, which made you roll your eyes.

"Jesus, Javi… Someone just dropped his wallet and I picked it up. He bought me a drink and –"

"He bought you a fucking drink?" His voice was dangerously low, cutting through the air like a sharpened knife.

"Yeah, but just because… because he might've lost it without my help."

"Wait a second, let me get this right. You let a guy buy a drink for you looking like that, and then you come home to me and it's not the first thing you tell me? Would you have even told me if I hadn't asked you?"

Suddenly, you felt sick to your stomach, a bitter taste creeping up on your tongue. No, he – No. Javi was completely off with his assumptions. The drink had solely been an expression of his gratitude, and your outfit had been irrelevant to the course of your interaction. He had acted out of kindness, and not to… whatever Javi was thinking right now.

"I – I guess – yes, I would have told you. I don't know, but if I hadn't told you, it would have just been further proof that it was nothing. That it meant so little that I haven't even thought about it since."

Javi took a deep breath, burying his face in his hands before seemingly calmly observing you through dark eyes. Of course, you couldn't be fooled by his façade. He was boiling inside.

"Okay. Tell me right now what happened. Exactly. I want every single detail, is that clear?"

Your eyes were heavy and tired. All you wanted was sleep, preferably next to a version of Javi that wasn't mad at you.

"I… I was at the counter. Alone."

"Why were you alone?" he spat, posture hunched over like he was ready to attack.

"Amber was with the guy she met. And Chloe was in the restroom."

"So they left you alone?"

Great, now he wouldn't just be angry with you but with your friends too.

"It was just a few minutes."

"Enough for you to flirt with some guy," he growled, causing pain to flare in your stomach.

"We didn't flirt, Javi. I swear."

"Tell me what happened next."

You just wanted to cry and hope that the sight would soften something within him, but as of now, before you had given him a full account of tonight, you were afraid the risk that it wouldn't work was too high.

"Something next to me dropped. A wallet. I picked it up and looked around to see who had lost it and made eye contact with a guy."

"Go on," Javi said, since you had stopped for a moment to see whether he would ask you more specific questions.

"I… I gave it to him. And… I don't know, we talked. I don't know exactly what we said, but then he asked me if I wanted to join him and his friends. I swear to god, Javi, he wasn't trying to – I don't know, seduce me. His friends were there with him. He wanted me to hang out with them. But I said no either way."

There was no reaction in his face, which frustrated you more than anything.

"And then?"

"He said that he at least wanted to buy me a drink as thanks for the wallet. Just like I told you. And so I agreed and he bought us gin. We… Shit, I don't remember what we talked about. Just nonsense stuff. He helped me get some confetti out of my hair, he…"

"He did what?"

Now, tears were welling in your eyes, and you hadn't even done it on purpose. "No, Javi, I… He just –"

"You're telling me that this guy touched your hair? That he touched you at all? That he got close to you?"

"Javi, please," you begged him, putting all your love and submissiveness into your voice. There was no reason for him to be jealous, and you wished he knew that. You only wanted him, you couldn't have cared less about Mike, so why couldn't the two of you just go to bed without ever thinking about Mike again?

"It wasn't how you're imagining it. There was nothing – I don't know, intimate or flirty about it, I promise. You weren't there and –"

"Yes, I wasn't there," Javi growled threateningly, jaw clenched and arms still folded, though you could see his muscles flex. "I wasn't there for one night and you threw yourself at the first guy like a goddamn slut."

"No…" you whimpered, but at this point you believed there wasn't anything you could do either way.

"What did you talk about? Did he say anything? Did he touch you anywhere else?"

"No, no," you quickly said, raising your hands to calm your boyfriend. "I promise, he didn't touch me. We… we talked about our friends. About Amber's birthday."

"Did he pay you any compliments?"

You hesitated. Sure, when you told him the truth now, it would sound so absurd to claim that you had had no idea about his intentions. But you weren't lying when you said that you sincerely hadn't had a clue back then. If you had, you wouldn't have spent another second in his presence.

"Did he pay you any compliments?" Javi repeated, a lot sharper, making the hair on your arms stand up.

"He… He did." Now, what did it matter? You wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so you might as well tell him the truth.

"What compliments?" he said, his voice cold as ice.

"He… said that I was beautiful. A-and… And that I was too beautiful not to be the birthday girl."

"He told you that you were beautiful, and you stayed? You didn't think about fucking leaving even though he was so clearly flirting with you?"

Bottom lip quivering, you clenched your hands into fists, feeling a wave of guilt washing over you.

"I didn't – I didn't feel like he was flirting, Javi. I swear."

Sure, looking back now, it sounded so obvious. But it had simply never occurred to you in that moment. And then there had been his talk about two lonely souls who had found each other by fate. Well, you had better not tell Javi about that or his wrath would be even greater than it already was.

"You're either a good liar or a really dumb girl," Javi hissed, teeth grinding so loudly it sounded like they were about to crack.

"I'm sorry, Javi… I promise you, I wasn't aware. I… It just didn't feel like it. It felt like we were just being friendly."

"God…" Javi groaned, pressing his hand to his brow. "You're so fucking naïve. I wonder how a person can be so stupid sometimes. He wanted to fuck you, cariño. Goddamnit."

His voice had grown louder toward the end, and you instinctively flinched at the sudden noise.

"And he probably thought that you wanted to fuck him too, wearing that tiny dress and looking at him with those doe eyes. So fucking naïve… You think the world's just one beautiful place where everything's peaceful and nice, don't you? I really wish you knew what that guy was thinking while he was talking to you. I bet it didn't even occur to him that you were taken, right? You probably just stared at him with that dumb smile, so he thought he had just caught the catch of the night. Probably imagined all the positions he was gonna fuck you in after he dragged you to the bathroom like some cheap whore. Bent over the fucking sink."

You felt terrible. Your shoulders slouched, head dropping lower with every word that spilled from his throat, sounding so mean and hostile.

"You probably deserve it. Being bent over a dirty sink. 'Cause you acted like a whore. So you're gonna get treated like one."

Javi snapped his fingers once, then pointed to the carpet. "Get down."

"What?" you murmured, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears.

"Jesus Christ… It's time to use your brain, kitten. You shut it off all night, it's about damn time." He tilted his head toward the floor again, so you did the only thing that seemed logical to you. Dropping to your knees and crawling over to him.

"You wanna be a little whore so bad, so I'm gonna treat you like one. But I have a feeling my princess only likes the good parts. Like talking to guys in a club while your boyfriend waits for you at home. But you're not so sure about the dirty parts, are you? The ones that involve kneeling on your pretty little knees."

You were right in front of him now, your chest almost touching his knee.

"Please," you breathed, though you didn't know exactly what you wanted. Maybe for him not to be mad at you any longer.

"No, cariño. It's a little too late for that now, don't you think?"

"I'm sorry."

Grabbing your chin and lifting it slowly, he snorted through his nose. "Is that so? You're sorry?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, I – I didn't know. I promise, Javi, I would never – flirt with any man who's not you. I didn't mean to – to encourage him."

Hope glinted in your eyes as you believed that there might still be a chance that your pleading would smooth things over. But then Javi chuckled so coldly that a shudder went down your spine.

"I don't care, cariño. What I care about is how my girl spends her Friday night. How she dresses, who she talks to. How she talks to them. What she says and what she doesn't say."

"I'm tired," you whispered, trying to avoid his gaze with everything you had, but Javi raised your chin until you had no other choice but to look at him.

"You're tired? You wanna go to bed?"

You nodded, even though you doubted that you would be able to sleep.

"I don't think so." With quiet laughter, Javi parted his legs a little wider and made some room for you to sit between. "I think you're gonna obey now, get a little punishment and find out what happens to you when you behave like that."

As you didn't reply to him, nor stirred or showed any other sign of a reaction, Javi impatiently let his eyes roam over your chest and gestured to the floor once more.

"Get closer, babygirl. I made you some space."

So it happened. Your jaw thrust forward, you moved into position, limbs and head heavy as though you had been up for days. Whatever Javi had in mind for you, you knew that you weren't in the best state to receive it, but what did it matter now? Yes, you had severely messed up, which was why you shouldn't even feel so surprised about his icy voice.

"Open your mouth. And keep it open or I swear to god, that pretty skin isn't gonna stay so soft and smooth."

The moment his hands dropped to his pants, you knew that Javi wasn't teasing tonight. He didn't waste any time ordering you to open his belt with your teeth like you had expected him to, didn't humiliate you further by slapping the end of the leather against your cheek. No, he freed himself in no time and didn't even bother taking off his pants and boxers.

"You're such a slut. I should grab a marker and write it across your face. That would teach you a lesson, huh?" Javi seized a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and delivering a light slap to your cheek, which made you draw a sharp breath through your nose. "You're driving me insane, you know that? With all those stunts you pull. And I try to put you in your place and be patient about it, but you just like pissing me off, hm? Turns you on. Just like when I get home from work all stressed and wound up. You like it, you little whore."

Your breath quickened, though you couldn't figure out if you were nervous, anxious even, or actually worked up the way he was accusing you of.

"Stupid bitch," he grunted, roughly grabbed your throat and moved your head toward his half hard cock. "Look at it."

You obeyed, feeling a light sting below your chest, but you had no time to explore it more deeply and find the cause of it.

"That's the only fucking cock you're supposed to think of. S'the only cock that's supposed to fuck your pretty pussy, your throat and your ass."

He tightened his grasp, moving your head up a little so that his mouth was hovering close to your ear, his breath a warm, tingling sensation against your skin.

"You're gonna remember it after I'm done with you, don't worry."

He let go of you so suddenly that you nearly stumbled backward, catching yourself with your hand on the carpet just in time before you lost your balance.

"Suck it," his rough voice commanded, resembling the high-ranking, authoritative DEA agent more than ever. Only he didn't command his colleagues to do such things. Hopefully.

"I'm sorry," you whined again as you brought your lips to the head of his cock, tongue darting out as his face contorted.

"Shut up. I swear to god, shut up. I gave you every opportunity to explain yourself, and now it's time for you to work. Suck it well or I'm gonna flip you over and fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. I can use restraints, you know that."

Yeah, you did know that. And even though you liked him to tie you up on some days, you weren't keen to experience it on a night like this. Not when Javi had already decided to make this hard for you.

You let him slip inside your mouth, his fat shaft sliding over your tongue all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged once, but neither Javi nor you paid it any mind. Whatever it required from you, you wanted this to be good for him, to show him that you were willing to go past the point of comfort to deserve his mercy. Fortunately, you had grown to learn what Javi enjoyed and what technique worked best if you wanted to please him. Hence, the forceful swipes of your tongue along his veins.

The noises spilling from your throat were downright shameless and definitely should have made you blush, but your whole focus was on his dick and not letting his tip trigger your gag reflex. Your heavy panting mixed with slobbery smacks that happened every time you bobbed your head a bit further down his length and he touched the back of your throat. And then there was your uncontrolled choking and coughing which you couldn't hold back, but Javi showed no reaction to it either way.

"Fucking hell…" he just cursed under his breath, fully relaxed in his seat with his legs spread wide and his hands resting on the backrest. "You don't even deserve my cock, cariño. You know what I should've done?"

He tiredly blinked, nudging the tip of his foot against your thigh to get your attention. You glanced up at him, eyes stinging with tears and lashes fluttering as you struggled to breathe properly through your nose. Just like with everything else, Javi obviously chose not to notice your struggles.

"I should've punished you by not touching you. By taking from you what sluts like you want the most. A cock down their throat. But… You take it too well. And you look so pretty when you cry."

Javi brought a hand to the back of your head, applying gentle pressure to push you down deeper. A strangled, croaking groan escaped your mouth, your hands flying to his thighs to both steady yourself and tell Javi that he couldn't go much further or else you would throw up all over him.

"Shut up… Shut up, shut up…" he muttered over your complaints, thrusting his hips forward. "I thought my cock would shut you up. But no, you just… fuck, you just talk 'n' talk and make me even more upset."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your knees shifting back and forth as the tension within your bones became unbearable. You needed oxygen, you needed the uncomfortable ache in your jaw to fade, you needed –

"Fuck…" Javi pulled out with a low groan, barely even watching you cough and wheeze, one of your hands pressed over your chest as your body trembled.

"Spare me," he muttered, harshly tugging down the straps of your dress in a way that made you think he didn't care about whether he would rip them or not. You were still hiccupping and feeling your heart calm with the fresh air you were inhaling while Javi yanked down your dress to your waist. The slap across your chest caused you to jolt and cry out, but he gave you no room to move backward.

"Go on. I told you to suck it, didn't I?"

His hand still pressed to your breast, Javi guided you forward and released a breath the moment his tip moved past your lips. Perhaps you should feel grateful about the fact that you got to choose your own pace rather than being violently moved up and down his length like a toy. Well, you felt like a toy already. You felt dirty and used, and you had a hunch Javi wanted it exactly like that.

"You didn't even wear a fucking bra… Something tells me you wanted this to go the way it did."

You wanted to protest, assure him that he was wrong, but as if he knew what you had in mind, he firmly grabbed your hair, holding you in place around his cock.

"You go out in that fucking dress, no bra and you want me to believe you didn't wanna be approached by guys. Jesus… Here I am working my damn ass off to buy you pretty things but all you thank me with is acting like a silly whore. It's gonna change from now on. I'm not gonna tolerate your behavior anymore, cariño."

He didn't specify what exactly he was going to change, but you had to admit that this was already quite the efficient way to put you back in your place. Right now, you respected him more than ever and would have done anything he asked of you. To say that you regretted your actions was probably unnecessary to state.

Shit, he was so incredibly angry with you, his lips forming a stiff line and his eyes more narrowed and even darker than usual. You tried to open your throat even more, squinting your eyes, ignoring all of the negative, painful feelings flaring in your chest and stomach while you twirled your tongue around his tip. Your lower lip quivered like it always did whenever you were about to gag, but you were unbothered by that as well.

"You're mine, cariño. You piss me off so bad sometimes, makes me wanna smash my fucking head against a wall, but you're mine. And I swear to god, if you come home one more time telling me about a guy that flirted with you, it's gonna be a lot more unpleasant. And it already is, right?"

He leaned forward, his brows raised as he glared straight into your soul. Tears were rolling down your face, hitting the curve of your lips rapidly, but you nodded nonetheless.

"No one gets to touch you. Not even your fucking hair. And no one gets to call you beautiful but me. 'Cause you're only beautiful for me. I'm the reason you wear pretty dresses like this. Not just 'cause I buy them for you, but because I'm the one who gets to look at your sweet body and tear them off you. Say yes."

He withdrew a little, keeping the tip of his cock warm and wet inside your mouth, but offering you a moment of freedom to move your lips.

"Yes. Yes, Javi. I'm sorry." Your voice sounded hoarse and hollow, and it was only now that you felt how raw and sore your throat was. It provoked you to cough a couple of times, which made his dick slip out of your mouth.

"It's good that you are sorry. Means that you're gonna do better next time. If I'm gonna allow you to go out like that again. I feel like I'm also gonna have to have a talk with those friends of yours… Leaving you alone by the counter, goddamnit. They're supposed to make sure no idiot guy puts his disgusting claws on you if you can't do it yourself."

"It's not their fault," you assured him at once, but Javi just ground his teeth, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

"They left you alone. Exposed to those guys. They should've known better."

Squeezing his cock between your lips again, Javi held the side of your head, working himself inside your mouth with a quiet grunt.

For the next few minutes, he took charge of the pace and the intensity as well as the pain you had to endure. While he didn't go as deep as before, he went a lot faster. Too fast for your tongue to rub along his shaft and offer additional stimulation, but it didn't seem as though Javi cared about that. He just used your head, his fingers firmly curled in your hair and his face drawn with pleasure until it was over all of a sudden.

Your whole body twitching as though you were connected to an electric current, Javi took his leaking cock out of your mouth with a plop. You didn't know what you had expected — whether he was going to cum in your mouth or on your face — but you were surprised either way.

"Couch," he barked immediately, standing up while you held onto the edge of his seat, head clouded with dizziness. You whimpered softly while rising to your feet, finding that your limbs were shaking too hard, your knees too weak and your sight too hazy to move fast. Unsure what exactly Javi wanted, you sat down, but your boyfriend shook his head.

"Turn around. You think you're gonna get to look at my face? You're a slut. And sluts are taken on their hands and knees."

Lids fluttering with fresh tears collecting on your waterline, you complied as quickly as your body permitted.

"You're gonna have to deserve it, cariño," Javi continued while watching you climb into position. "Be a good girl, and you get to be fucked on your back. But right now, you're a whore, so I'm gonna fuck you like one."

The cushions creaked as Javi mounted the couch. From the sound of it, he was on his knees with his thighs nearly touching the back of your legs. A moment later, his hand came down hard on your buttcheek, causing you to clench your teeth and suppress a sharp curse. Your already short dress was hiked up a few inches, dangling around your hips without effectively covering your pussy or ass. Javi didn't make it any better by simply ripping your underwear off and tossing it onto the floor like he didn't give a shit about destroying your clothes. You felt you were not in the right position to complain about it.

After that, he spanked you again, and this time you fell face first into a pillow, your toes lifting from the couch and curling at the pain coursing through your hips. You wanted to stay silent so badly, to show him that you were making a genuine effort to please him, but with every hit your skin became rawer and even more sensitive to his unkind touch.

Fortunately, it seemed like he was done with his slaps for now and instead adjusted you in front of him, dragging you back by your hips to put your pussy on full display. When you felt his tip trail through your folds, you couldn't help but twist your neck, catching sight of the storm roaring behind his eyes.

"No condom?" you whispered, swallowing as Javi seized the back of your neck to press your face deeper into the pillow.

"What do you think? You think whores get to be railed with protection?" He grinned darkly, making your stomach twist with both nervousness and lust. It was a strange kind of arousal, one you didn't get to experience too often. Sure, Javi had been angry with you before, but his rage usually only reached such heights when he became jealous. And thus far, you had rarely given him any reason to.

"Will you pull out?" you uttered, purposefully phrasing it that way so that he would feel the full extent of the submissiveness you felt toward him. Because he had the power to decide where he would spill his cum.

"I will, cariño," Javi hummed, turning your head back and tapping the tip of his cock against your clenched hole. You had no idea how wet you were, and the fact that Javi spat in his palm at that moment, coating himself in his drool, didn't tell you much either. Your boyfriend liked to do that every time he fucked you, as he enjoyed it as messy and sticky as it possibly could be.

He didn't even say anything to you as he flattened his palm on the small of your back where it met your ass and began pushing his dick inside you. Which was probably what broke your heart the most.

It wasn't that rare for Javi to come home after a long day at work and ask you to bend over the couch for him to let off some steam. On those occasions, the foreplay was reduced to his thumb circling your clit a few times before he buried himself inside you as soon as your pussy had loosened enough for him to enter. But the difference lay in his behavior. At least then, Javi would talk to you, whisper how good you were, how glad he was to come home to such a pretty and obedient girl. Hell, you would have even preferred for him to insult you again rather than listening to your own racing heart raging behind your ribcage.

You didn't want to go over the evening again and again, revisiting the encounter with Mike and searching for the moment you had taken the wrong turn. But with Javi staying silent and just feeding you inch by inch, you had no other choice. At least it didn't hurt in the slightest. Maybe the familiarity of sucking his cock had provided your pussy with enough pleasure to dampen you and comfortably welcome him inside.

Once he was fully sheathed within you, he waited for a moment, breathing steadily but a little heavier than normal.

"Javi," you whined, asking for nothing specific, but if it were your choice, he would have laced his fingers with yours at your quiet moan.

Of course, he didn't do that. Instead, he spanked your backside again, sending a hot wave of pain rushing through your veins. Javi's grip around your hip was too unyielding for you to jerk forward, so you were forced to endure the repeated action until your hand flew up to cover your cheek from another slap.

"Baby," he panted over your whimpering, clutching your wrist and moving it upward to pin it against your lower back. "Don't get yourself in an even worse position."

You didn't reply, your hand just wriggling under his tight grip while Javi slowly moved his hips back and began pounding you roughly. You hadn't expected anything else, yet you let out a bewildered moan as his pelvis banged into your ass, the air knocked out of your lungs as though something had hit you in the stomach.

Within less than a minute, you had lost every last sense of grace and were lying flat with your hands clenched into fists next to your head. You hadn't been able to hold yourself up on all fours with Javi's dick impaling you and shoving you forward every single time he thrust back into you, bruising your cervix and probably your internal organs as well.

He was so deep inside you that you had a feeling this wasn't what it was supposed to feel like. No cock or in fact any object should be where he was. But he was there, and somehow he made it feel good. You were nowhere close to climaxing with your clit completely neglected, and still, the small amount of pleasure you received from Javi smashing your cunt was enough for you to moan his name softly, as though this were the scene of two people making love rather than a crude punishment.

"Holy shit," Javi muttered through his taut jaw, nose scrunched, which you couldn't see from this angle. "Stupid fucking slut. Yeah, s'right. That's why you feel so good, hm? 'Cause your fucking pussy was made to be treated like that."

He was losing his composure, that much was for sure. Actually, it was a good thing, since it meant that you were pleasing him and that he might even show some mercy after the two of you were finished. Was there a chance he would forgive you, or were you foolish to have such thoughts running through your head?

"I should keep you fucking locked in my apartment," Javi grunted, his throat working and his fingers digging into your waist like he was consciously trying to bruise your skin. "You would like that, babygirl. Being all mine. Still being a fucking slut of course, but just for me. You would be my slut. And I could make sure you're not out there in short fucking dresses receiving compliments from other guys."

"I – I am your… slut, Javi," you whined, gasping as you felt his fingers paw at your nape, then reach around to squeeze your throat.

"Yeah, you are. And I'm glad you finally realized it too. You need me to tame you 'cause you're a stupid whore who makes the wrong choices."

The pressure on your windpipe increased, your mouth falling open as your eyes shut.

"Javi…" you grunted, but it couldn't be heard and just came out as an inaudible whine.

"I might just cum inside you…" he muttered darkly, causing you to stir and widen your eyes in alarm.

He couldn't do that, not if he didn't want to knock you up and take responsibility not just for you but for another breathing creature. Were you ovulating? Was there a chance you would get pregnant? The way Javi chuckled in response to your tense composure told you all that you needed to know, even through the fog of your mind. He was kidding of course, getting off on your panic and how easily he could have you wrapped around his little finger, fully dependent on him.

"Stupid, stupid girl…" he whispered, giving you a second to breathe before wrapping his hand around your throat once more. "You think I'd knock you up? I'm already pissed dealing with you, and you think I'd also want to deal with a pregnancy? Besides… you're mine. And I'm not gonna share you with anyone, cariño. All you have to care about is being good for me. Not about another human being."

Slapping your clit twice, he drew out the urge to gasp from you, but his hand around your neck prevented you from doing so. Instead, you coughed, your own hand flying to your throat to squeeze his.

"Shut up, cariño… You messed up enough today, don't you think? Just let me play with you. Use you like the goddamn toy you are. I should do this more often, hm?" You could hear the grin in his tone, how he was probably scrutinizing you like a piece of meat in that moment. "I should treat you like my plaything more often. Consider it a precaution. A little reminder so you don't forget your place so often."

His hand briefly let go of your throat to wander down to your chest, kneading your flesh in his large palm and twisting your nipple painfully.

"Ah," you whined, your head so heavy you couldn't have held it up on your own even if Javi had demanded it. You felt drowsy and sleepy, filthy and soiled, but at the same time you wished he would hold you longer until the mean and cruel side of him had faded and he would give you the gentle care that you so desperately wished for right now.

"Shut up. Shut up and fucking take it. That's all I want from you. You should be glad I don't make you work for it more. You can just lie there like a rag doll."

Javi again pushed his length all the way inside you, then stilled for a moment for the both of you to savor the feeling. Your clit pulsed so intensely that you bit down on your tongue to hold back the desperate cry bubbling in the back of your throat. At the same time, your walls clenched around him, probably providing Javi with the most intoxicating, thrilling pleasure given the way he snarled your name.

Finally, your name.

Not some humiliating nickname to emphasize how worthless and dumb you were. You were already beginning to believe that his steel wall was cracking, about to collapse and reveal a kinder and more human side of him, but the next moment Javi pressed his cock into you with his entire weight, making your pussy spasm and your lips tremble with the force of it. His hips crashed into yours rapidly, your wet pussy squealing at each impact. The pressure building in your belly was immense, your stomach coiling and the nerve endings in your core tingling with the intrusion. Javi fucked you roughly in a way he didn't on most days.

Sure, he liked a quick fuck solely serving the purpose of getting rid of the tension within him, but right now you felt like he was trying to pour his whole frustration, all his anger and annoyance, into his movements. The couch creaked, your face was shoved into the pillow, your back arched and your cervix was painfully nudged by the tip of his cock, which showed no mercy for how sensitive you were.

"Mhm, fuck," you whimpered, your walls clenching at the way Javi squeezed your breast. In that moment, you felt thankful that he wasn't forcing you to straighten up on your knees but allowed you to lie flat on your stomach, resting your wobbly muscles on the cushions.

"I'm gonna cum, cariño. Where do you want it, huh?"

"O-On my back," you whined without hesitation, weakly grasping the armrest as you knew you might need the support during his last, passionate thrusts into your poor, overstimulated pussy.

"Too bad…" he chuckled and suddenly released your breast and your aching hip bone before climbing off you. Even though a majority of his actions had been in some ways linked with pain, you missed his weight on top of you at once, which was why you blindly reached behind you, searching for any part of him. But Javi just grabbed your bicep, dragged you off the couch and manhandled you onto your knees in front of him, right where you had obediently opened your mouth for him earlier.

"Jesus Christ… Open your eyes. Look at me, yes. Look at me, little slut." He stroked his dick in front of your face rapidly, his hooded eyes on you and his teeth buried in his bottom lip. "Fuck. You're gonna remember this, alright? My cock destroying that little pussy. My cum all over your face. Shouldn't let you wash it off. I should have you walk around like that for everyone to see. That you're my goddamn pet and that I can do with you whatever I want. That you're a whore for my cock."

His teeth were clenched so hard they creaked, and you couldn't help but shift on your knees, trying to create some friction against your clit. Fortunately, Javi didn't notice any of it, too focused on pumping his dick in front of you. Then, with another rumbling "Fuck," he climaxed and spurted his seed all over you, specifically aiming for your lips, of course.

"Shit…" he breathed, his hand sliding up and down his length a few more times before it slackened and weakly fell onto his thigh. You, on the other hand, remained exactly like that, even though your knees stung and you just wanted to drop your head on Javi's lap, or in fact anywhere else that would provide some comfort.

But no, you silently stared up at him, no muscles twitching while the last remnants of his semen trickled down onto your lips. You darted your tongue out briefly, tasting a drop, but then simply waited to see if there was another command coming from his mouth. Secretly, you were praying that Javi might have changed his mind about touching your pussy and would make you orgasm too, but of course you were too cautious to ask him. Just because he had pumped his seed all over your face didn't mean that he had forgiven you just like that. Even though your chances were definitely higher than just a minute ago.

Releasing a long sigh, Javi suddenly held out his hand.

"Clean it, cariño."

He was referring to some of the cum that had landed on his hand and was now glistening in the light. Without any sign of reluctance, you closed the distance and eagerly licked a long stripe from his wrist up to the knuckle of his middle finger, and then a slower one. The saltiness prickled on your tongue and made your clit throb even harder. If only he had briefly dropped his hand to your center a few minutes ago. You surely wouldn't have needed a lot, just a few swipes and –

"Good girl."

The nickname caused your stomach to flutter with hope, your heart cramping almost painfully. You didn't want to be disappointed in case Javi was mocking you and secretly taunting you, but you just couldn't help feeling a little better than before.

"You got something to say to me?"

Looking up at him from between his legs, your eyes big and your pupils blown, you felt more pathetic and degraded than ever, which was a feeling that bordered between humiliation and excitement.

"I'm sorry, Javi. For everything. I'm so sorry, I – I shouldn't have talked to the guy in the first place. I should've just ended the conversation."

"That's right," he hummed, slowly tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"I… I just want you to forgive me. Please."

His lips curled ever so slightly, nostrils flared and eyes flashing.

"I know you do."

What was that supposed to mean?

"Please. I… I was good."

"I wouldn't phrase it that way," he laughed softly but cupped your face gently, his touch surprisingly soft.

"I'm sorry, Javi. It's never gonna happen again."

His throat moved as he swallowed, eyes skimming between your lips and the rest of your quite naked body.

"Here's what you're gonna do now, babygirl."

Clearing his throat, he tenderly traced the delicate skin around your mouth, smearing his drying cum across your face.

"You're gonna get up, walk to the bathroom, clean yourself and brush your teeth. Then you're gonna change into your nightwear and come to the bedroom."

"A-And then?" you asked, feeling a bit bewildered by his request.

"Then you're gonna sleep."

It was quite difficult to disguise just how disappointed you felt by the fact that Javi didn't plan to help you reach your high as well, but even though your emotions were obvious, he seemed unbothered by it, looking rather amused.

"Yes… you're gonna sleep. It's gonna be good for that hot little head of yours."

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling him pet your hair.

"If you're gonna be good for the rest of the night and do as I say, I'm gonna forgive you. And we'll have a clean slate starting tomorrow morning."

You drew a shaky breath, then nodded faintly, finding that you had no choice but to agree to the plan. Then, after Javi had repeated what he wanted from you once more, you rose to your feet, this time supported by your boyfriend's hand, which you took as a very good sign.

You did everything exactly like he had told you to, and considering that it was around 1:30 a.m. and he had just fucked your lights out, you were pretty proud of yourself once you lay in bed, sheets covering your body. Finally, you felt clean and fresh again. You hadn't just cleaned your face but scrubbed the skin of your arms and legs as well and then changed into fresh pajamas.

But what made you feel even better and more comfortable was Javi joining you in bed a few minutes later.

At first, you had felt a little hesitant, thinking that every wrong move could put you back many steps and cause his anger to rise again, but when he lay down behind you, snaking an arm around your middle and pulling your back against his front, you purred like a satisfied cat, desperately holding onto his bicep.

"That's it, baby…" he whispered in your ear, his mustache familiarly scratching over your skin.

Now, you really felt better.