Jackson! Joel Miller x f!reader
short continuation for cigarettes
(since it was requested over on ao3, also this was good smut writing practice for me)
tags: (some mentions to the first part, but this can be read as a stand alone), grumpy x sunshine (kinda? but its described in a weirdly poetic and literal way), oral (f receiving), p in v sex, crying during sex, mean joel maybe even hints to a bit dark joel??? (but in my mind hes actually sweet and soft inside hes just broken and scared), sex with feelings, confession, maybe a bit angsty ending
Joel's mouth, those same lips you saw him wrap around his cigarettes and whiskey glass every night, were now between your legs, roughly licking and sucking your wet folds. Your fingers tugged at his darks curls, hips bucking up into him. You felt so soft, almost like velvet on his tongue. He darkly groaned, the sound muffled into your skin.
"Joel, ah-," his mouth gently sucked at your flushed clit, "-more," you managed, more a whimper than a word. He slightly lifted himself from you, mouth hovering just inches away, lips and facial hair shimmering with your wetness. He tutted his tongue in his mouth, slowly shaking his head.
"Not how this works, sweet girl." He brought his lips back on your skin, flicking over your sensitive spot, you arched your back into his touch, grip in his hair tightening. "You're gonna take what I give ya'."
He dipped the edge of his tongue into you, earning more whimpers from you. You threw your head back and pulled his hair, grinding your hips against his face. He shot you a disapproving look, bringing his hands from your thighs, holding them open, to your stomach, pushing down, holding you in place. You looked down at him with begging eyes, your face flushed a deep shade of red and lips parted, sweet sounds of pleasure escaping them.
"Stay still, and you might even earn a finger," he growled in between licks. You moaned his name, fighting to still your hips, seeking for more friction. Thankfully Joel saw your efforts, bringing one of his hands down between your legs. His index finger ran up and down your soaked folds, teasing your entrance. All you wanted to do was jerk your hips, grind the digit into you, but you didn't, knew better not to.
"Atta girl." He held his gaze on your face as he slowly pushed the finger in. Your breathy moans filling the air around you, as he worked his digit into you, slowly pulling out before sliding back in again.
"Ya' feel so warm," his free hand came to your breast, massaging the soft flesh, "Can't wait to feel this sweet, tight cunt on my cock." He pinched your nipple with two fingers, the sensation causing you to shiver and whine his name. He chuckled, loving the way you reacted to his touch, writhed under it. The sight of you like this, a sweet, innocent girl like you ruined for him, by him, was enough for Joel to feel the head of his cock leak against his stomach.
His finger inside of you, other hand massaging the soft skin of your chest and his tongue working circles on your clit, pleasure overwhelming you, a feeling bloomed in your lower stomach. You felt so weak under his touch, he did what he wanted with you and all you could do was take it, and that excited you all the more. You were his prey, willing to sacrifice anything for him.
"Ah- I'm gonna-!" you cried out, throwing your head back against the bed.
"Do it, let me see how good I make her feel."
All you needed was Joel's dark voice, laced with want, hot breath on your skin, and you were coming undone, the tension in your stomach finally snapping. He grunted, muttering a few curses under his breath as he watched you, back arching, pleads of his name filling the quiet night air, legs shaking from pleasure.
You were still trying to catch your breath, body burning from pleasure, as you felt something soft and wet against your still sensitive sex. You opened your eyes to find Joel standing over you, achingly hard cock in his hand. He slowly rubbed the head over your wetness, tracing a path from your clit to your opening. You whimpered his name, grabbing his forearm, attempting to ground yourself.
"Too much for ya', sweet girl?" he taunted you, chuckling in amusement, studying your reactions with a certain darkness in his eyes, ”I think you always want more than you can handle. Don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
There had always been this specific way he looked at you, on the streets or at the bar on those late weekend nights, admiring you from afar, like he was looking at the sun after praying for it, after months of constant rain and clouds, even when the brightness hurts his eyes, blinds them, but he just can't look away. But tonight his gaze held so much more, tonight he could finally reach for the sun, feel its burning warmth on his own cold, stormy skin.
He lowered himself, placing his free hand on the bed, at the side of your head. Joel pressed his lips onto yours, slowly, like he was fighting back the thought to devour you. You tasted the rich flavor of whiskey on his tongue as your lips worked against each other.
He pulled back slightly, "Fuck- I need to feel you, baby," he whispered, his hot breath traveling to your mouth through parted lips. "You ready?"
You nodded, still holding onto his arm, still feeling his hardness against your entrance. Every second felt like minutes, tension and arousal filling the night air around you. But Joel was still, you searched for his face in the dim light, finding his dark eyes gazing at you, waiting for you to say it to him, to do it how he wanted.
"Yes- please, Joel," you moved your hands to his face, cradling it in your arms, admiring the way his face softened, just slightly, just for a second, at the action, "please, make me yours."
He twitched, the darkness and hunger taking over his face again in an instant. Your voice, filled with honey, your sweet eyes, always full of hope and light, staring at him from below, set a thunder striking inside of him, he felt it in every bone, he felt rain running in his veins. Even if he wanted to, which he didn't, he couldn't stop now. He had entered far too deep in your sweetness and light now.
He thrusted into you in one, deep motion, your wetness allowing him to easily slide in. You gasped, mouth hanging open as you felt Joel fill you. He grunted, rough skin pressing against yours as he pushed all the way in, finding that sweet spot that had you quiver under him, letting out a broken cry of pleasure. You held his face with more pressure as the pain and pleasure mixed inside of you, nails digging into the skin of his cheeks, sure to leave red marks.
"I've wanted this for so long," he let out a low breathy moan, "watched ya' from afar, thought about how this sweet girl's pussy would feel around me." His hand mirrored the other, joining at the other side of your head, locking you between them.
The only response you managed was the whiny moans of his name, sounding like broken prayers on your lips. He pulled out slightly, and pushed back in with more pressure than before, "Sunshine, fuck- ya' feel so good."
His and yours fast breaths and broken moans blended in the air as he set up a brutal place, slamming his hips into your skin, chasing for his release. You felt tears forming in your eyes, overwhelming pleasure and pressure making you feel too sensitive.
"Shh, you can take it," he cooed at you, stopping a hot tear traveling on your cheek with his finger. "Know ya' can, you're such a good girl."
Joel kissed your cheek, tasting the salty tears on his lips. You cried out his name as he slowed down, grinding his hips, cock pressing against your g-spot. You arched your back at the feeling, soft skin hitting his broad stomach, trying to escape from the all-too-much pleasure.
He knew he was big, older than you, and mean, knew he was no good for you, but the way your body felt under him, how your warm, velvety walls wrapped around him so perfectly, how you looked at him with tear filled eyes, whining his name, biting your lip, "Ah-! So close, Joel, please." He had to have you. He would do anything to have you, to finally have your light in his gloomy life.
He took a faster pace again, slamming into you messily, you could tell he was right there at the edge too. He brought his lips to yours and roughly kissed you, as he snapped his hips deep into your sweetness, for a final time, releasing inside of you, filling you up, making you his.
Joel felt your soft walls flutter around him, muffled moans escaping into his mouth as you came undone with him, your sweetness mixing with his saltiness. You kissed him, his lips full of dark hunger and want, and yours full of warmness and love. He slowly pulled out, causing you to shiver at the loss of him. You felt his warm release leak onto your thighs, and dripping onto the bed. His lips felt rough on yours, your hands were still holding his face, fingers now brushing his cheeks, ever so gently, like you wanted to be careful with him, like you wanted to show him something gentle.
"Joel," you broke the kiss, studying his face, slowly tracing your fingers on him, the old scars on his rough skin, furrowed eyebrows and wrinkles caused by years of worry and stress painting his face, the veins on his face and arms reminding you of rivers, bruises on his skin in the same color as the night sky, "I think I'm in love with you," you confessed, voice coming out as just a whisper, thankful for the quiet night around that he heard it.
You noticed Joel's breath catching in his throat, something changing in his eyes, "Don't say that," he slowly shook his head, wiping away the tears still left on your face. "Just go to sleep, sunshine." You tried your best to study his face, gazing longingly into his eyes, trying to figure out what feelings he was hiding behind those, but with this man you never knew.
You hadn't realized how tired you were, all worn out, eyes heavy with sleep. You watched him move to your side, laying his body on the sheets, mattress dipping under his weight. You searched for his hand in the dark, and when you wrapped your soft fingers around his, Joel could swear this is what touching the sun would feel like.
You held his hand like you were afraid he would disappear, that by the morning he would be gone, just like the moon is when the sun rises, too far away from each other, too different to share the same sky. But you wanted him to stay, you saw how stressed and worried he was, you knew how he couldn’t sleep at night without his cigarettes and whiskey, you wanted to help him, to show him the light you thought he needed, so you held his hand tighter, rubbing your thumb on his skin as you let the night and darkness swallow you, drifting to sleep. Joel's eyes were still on you as he admired your peaceful face, so sweet and free of worries, like you always were. Your hair in now messy braids, white ribbons tied at the end of them. He carefully touched your face, your skin feeling too soft under his calloused fingers. You weren’t made for a man like him.
He was going to ruin you, and you were going to let him.
woah this kinda became something much more than i was planning, i got really into writing it, i really enjoy this type of dynamic :)
i appreciate hearing your thoughts and opinions !! <3
