Hayley

Give Me Another

"Joel... c'mon," you whined, fingers tugging the strands of his hair where his head was between your legs.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he began to work his tongue against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Today was the first day in weeks that you and Joel were able to just relax and spend time together. The community had been busier than normal with the new improvements Tommy and Maria wanted put into the community, so because of being Tommy’s brother, Joel had been pulled in every direction.

"You taste so good," he murmured against you. "Like damn heaven between these legs." Your hips began to rock against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.

One of his hands released your thigh, and you felt his fingers probing at your entrance while his other hand slid up to your lower stomach, pressing down firmly to hold you still. “Easy, darlin’,” he muttered, voice low and rough.

“You’re gonna take what I give you. No more, no less.” Two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. Joel’s mouth never left your clit — sucking, licking, flicking — while his fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made your vision spark white and your back arch. He ate you like a man starved for his favorite meal, and to Joel, having you like this was one of his favorite things.

His beard scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, his tongue broad and flat one moment before turning pointed and relentlessly dragging through your folds.He groaned into you, hips grinding slowly against the mattress. “Fuck… Joel,” you whined, thighs starting to shake around his head.

Your hips tried to grind closer to his mouth, but the hand on your stomach kept you pinned in place. “That’s it, darlin’,” he rasped against your core, his breath warm against your heated skin. “Squeezin’ my fingers so good. Greedy lil’ pussy. Give it to me, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head and fingers curling tight in his hair, pulling a deep groan from Joel. His tongue continued its relentless pace on your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you were twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.

When you finally sagged back into the mattress, breaths heavy, Joel pulled back. His mouth and beard glistened with your slick. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing a wet trail from your core, up your stomach, before settling between your breasts. He slid a hand up your side and cupped the underside of one breast as his mouth covered the nipple.

He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other. You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally lifted his head. “Turn over, baby. On your hands and knees for me. Ass up.”

His voice was low and rough with desire he couldn’t hide. You obeyed on shaky limbs, settling into position as he knelt behind you. Joel ran his large hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading you open. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “Just drippin’ for me.”

He leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar vibrator. The low hum filled the room as he turned it on. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this since that night,” he said, voice dark. “You fuckin’ yourself with it, moanin’ my name, wishin’ it was me.”

You hummed softly in response as he slid the vibrating head from your folds up to your clit, applying light pressure that drew a needy whine from your lips. “Joel—” you started, but he cut you off.“Shhh, I got you, darlin’.” He leaned over your back, his broad, warm chest pressing against you, and kissed your shoulder.

“Gonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.” The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged at your entrance. Joel was big — thick, heavy, veined, with that slight upward curve that always hit everything just right. He rubbed it up and down your slit, coating every inch in your slick until it glistened. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, then slowly pushed inside.

The wide head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, followed by the heavy, veined shaft that stretched you open. You moaned loudly into the mattress as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit.

“Fuuuck,” Joel groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. “So tight. This greedy little cunt is suckin’ me right in.” He stayed buried deep for a moment before he began thrusting — long, deep strokes that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive spot inside you.

The vibrator stayed pressed firmly to your clit on the lowest setting, the constant buzzing mixing with the wet slap of his hips against your ass.“That’s it… take my cock,” he muttered, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other held the vibrator steady.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, burying your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock,” he coaxed, voice rough but sweet. “Let me feel this pussy squeeze me. That’s a good girl… give it to me.”

Your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. Joel fucked you through it without slowing, groaning at the way your cunt milked him. “Good girl… such a good fuckin’ girl. Keep comin’. Don’t you stop.” He clicked the vibrator higher. The sudden increase in intensity made you cry out, your hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Joel’s strong hands held you firmly in place.

“No runnin’, darlin’. You’re gonna take it all.”

He starts thrusting into you harder, deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple with every impact. His heavy balls slap rhythmically against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen nub.

“Joel… fuck—” you moan brokenly, cheek pressed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is bordering on too much, your body still twitching from the previous orgasms, but he doesn’t let up.

“I know, baby,” he groans, voice low and rough against your ear as he leans over you, his broad chest covering your back. One of his big hands slides under you to press down on your lower stomach, making you feel every thick inch of him even more. “I know it’s a lot. But you’re doin’ so good for me. This pretty pussy is takin’ me so well.”

He clicks the vibrator up another setting. The stronger vibrations rip a sharp cry from your throat as your hips jerk. Joel’s other hand grips your hip tighter, holding you exactly where he wants you while he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. “C’mon darlin’, I know you got it in you.”

“Fuck… ‘s too much,” you protest weakly, even as your walls flutter and clench greedily around his cock.

“You can take it,” he growls against your neck, hips snapping harder. His thick, veined cock drags along your walls with every thrust, the slight upward curve hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Give me another, baby. Let me feel you come again.”

The overstimulation is intense now — every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm builds fast and merciless. Your thighs shake violently, and your pussy keeps fluttering around his girth. “That’s it,” Joel praises, voice rough but sweet.

“Feel my cock stretchin’ you open? Feel how full you are? This greedy little cunt is suckin’ me so deep, darlin’. You were made for this.” He keeps talking you through it, his breath hot against your skin. “Let go for me. Come on my cock while this vibrator’s buzzin’ on your swollen clit. I wanna feel you soak me again.”

The combination is too much. You come hard with a broken scream, your entire body seizing as your walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. Joel groans loudly, fucking you through every wave, never slowing his pace. “Good girl… fuck, that’s my good girl,” he rasps, voice strained with pleasure.

“Keep squeezin’ me just like that. So fuckin’ tight.”He doesn’t pull the vibrator away. Instead, he presses it harder against your pulsing clit, forcing you to ride out the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers, body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

“One more, baby,” he coaxes, kissing your shoulder, then biting down gently. Joel holds you up with strong hands, fucking you through it with deep, steady thrusts until your release gushes around his cock.

Only then does he finally pull the vibrator away and toss it aside. He wraps both arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he chases his own release with shorter, harder thrusts. “Gonna fill you up, darlin’,” he groans into your neck, voice wrecked. “Gonna pump this sweet pussy full. You ready?”

You manage a weak, broken “yes” - all you can muster before he buries himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural moan. His thick cock pulses hard inside you as he comes, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and his low groans. Joel stays buried inside you, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck while his hands gently stroke your trembling body.

“You okay, darlin’?” He finally asks, breaths uneven as he remains draped over your back.

You slowly nod and after he presses a few more kisses along your neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He helps you shift onto your back, brushing stray strands of hair back before making his way to the bathroom. A moment passes where the room settles in quiet before Joel walks back to the bedroom, a small clean towel in his hand.

He returns to your side, bringing the towel between your thighs. You wince slightly - sensitive at the contact. “You did so good for me, baby,” he murmurs the praise, pressing a kiss against your temple, before pressing one to your lips. “My perfect girl. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it.”

You smile against his lips before letting out a soft, relaxed breath as he gently wipes your inner thighs before setting the towel aside. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

You wrap an arm around his waist, head resting on his chest just under his chin. The two of you are silent for a while, his hand gently rubbing along your arm before moving to your hair. “I hate when I’m too busy for nights like this with you.”

“I know,” you mumble, tilting your head up in his direction. “But it makes it worth it.”

He turns his head in your direction, nodding his head once he presses his lips against the top of your head, “Sure does,” he mutters, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, tucking it around you to make sure you’re warm.

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Chapter List:

Chapter One: Between Then and Now

Chapter Two: First Impressions

Chapter Three: The First Hint of Warmth

Chapter Four: The Missing Shape of Him

Chapter Five: Reasons to Keep Going

Chapter Six: The Weight of Blame

Chapter Seven: On Borrowed Time

Chapter Eight: ?

Chapter Nine: ?

Chapter Ten: ?

Chapter Eleven: ?

Chapter Twelve: ?

Chapter Thirteen: ?

Chapter Fourteen: ?

Chapter Fifteen: ?

Overall content warnings: Canon violence, swearing, cold Joel, mentions of death, grief, single mother, description of death, angst, eventual smut, slow-burn, longer chapters → ( content so far)

Note: Each chapter will have its own content warnings.

Javier lays you down with surprising gentleness, fingers curling in the sheets under you. The rough denim of his jeans presses against your clothed sex, pulling a gasp from your lips when you feel how hard he is already.

“God,” a harsh exhale leaves him when his lips part from yours, “you drive me crazy.”

His lips trail down your neck, setting your skin ablaze everywhere they touch. You tip your head back, giving him more access to the sensitive skin.

The familiar ache between your thighs builds quickly, heat pooling low in your belly at his ministrations and his earlier words. You know you should be afraid of how much trust you’re putting into him, but your mind is too lost in the fire burning bright between the two of you.

He mouths at your skin, slipping his hands underneath your (his) shirt. His touch sets your skin ablaze, making your body heat up from the inside out. 

“Javi,” his name leaves your mouth in a desperate whimper, needing any kind of relief to the pressure building in your body.

He hums against your neck, tracing the column of your throat with the curve of his nose. His lips meet yours again, stealing the air from your lungs as his tongue dances with yours in a bruising kiss. 

Javier stands just long enough to remove his jeans again, his cock already hard and aching again. Then he’s back on you, pulling you onto his lap and leaning back against the headboard.

You card your fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck as you kiss him, both of you breathing in deeply. Your nose bumps his, the kiss messy and full of heat.

With one hand, he unbuttons your shirt, his other hand steady on your lower back, pressing you flush against his chest.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks against your lips, palming your breast once the shirt is open.

You furrow your brows at that, not quite sure about what he means. “With you touching me? Yeah.”

A breathy chuckle escapes him, you pulling back to meet his eyes. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, desire written all over his face as he gazes at you.

“I mean are you okay with doing this without protection?” he restates, your mind flashing back to last night.

“We already did, Javi,” you murmur, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “And it was great.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Just great?”

A scoff escapes you, “You know what I mean.”

Javier chuckles again, moving his hand to squeeze your waist. “Do you trust me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “That’s a pretty loaded question right now.”

In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t be so trusting with him after what he did. But your heart says the complete opposite.

If there’s anything that your mother taught you, it’s to go for what you want, when you want it. And right now, that’s Javier.

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry again,” he confesses again, looking at you with eyes that would make your knees weak if you were standing. “I need to hear you say it, though: that you trust me to take care of you.”

You’ve been at war with your own mind for far too long. You deserve to have someone who wants to willingly take care of you. Plus, it’s a little difficult to say no to Javier when his eyes go soft, staring at you like a lost puppy. 

Your resolve crumbles quickly, and you melt into him when he guides your hips closer, his hardened cock curving towards his stomach and resting against your inner thigh. 

“I just want you to relax, okay?” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off of you as he moves your panties to the side, lifting your hips a bit.

Your hands stay braced on his shoulders, shivering a bit when he slides the head of his cock through your slick folds, spreading the mess you’ve made of yourself. He presses the tip in slowly, groaning as your warmth envelopes him.

You sink down on his length with the help of his hands on your hips. Since he told you to relax, you’re allowing him to guide you the way he wants, seeing just how well he can take care of you.

He grips your hips a little tighter, the pads of his fingers indenting in your skin. Tentatively, he rolls them back and forth, noting what makes your face twist in pleasure and what doesn’t.

Sure, the two of you have been having sex for a while, but you haven’t truly learned each other's bodies, and that’s what Javier wants. He wants to know your body like the back of his hand, knowing the right amount of pressure to add, knowing what makes you moan the loudest, what gets you the wettest. 

Learning his partners is what Javier thinks his special power is. Though, lately, you’re the only one who can satisfy him and he wants to learn your body. 

He switches to guiding you up and down on his shaft, the coarse hairs on his base brushing your clit. The movements are slow but you press your forehead against his, cupping the nape of his neck with your hands. 

Javier’s lips curve slightly, “You prefer it like this, don’t you?” he coos, making you involuntarily clench around him.

Dirty talk seems to be on the list as well with you, so he plays into it.

The pace picks up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with shared pants. “Ride me just like that, yeah,” he whispers, “Fuck, you feel so good,” he watches you with half-lidded eyes as your controlled sounds begin to fray.

Low moans leave you now, your fingers tightening in his hair. His words paired with his actions send a fresh wave of heat straight through you, coating his cock. The evidence of your arousal sounds in the room now, spurring Javier on.

“You like when I talk to you, princesa?” he makes a mental note of that, basking in how wet and warm you are.

You breathe out a ‘yes’, tilting your head back when he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck, giving him more access. He nips and sucks at your sensitive skin, his hands traveling further down to grip your ass.

With anyone else, Javier would rarely speak during sex. There’s something so mesmerizing about seeing how much it turns you on, though. The possessive reminder that he’s the only person you’ve been with surges through him again, prompting something lascivious to flare in his chest.

Your brows knit when he angles your hips, searching for the spot that unravels you. “Fuck,” a sharp gasp escapes you, hands gripping his biceps, “right there.”

He smirks faintly, “That’s it,” he purrs, the curve of his dick perfectly stimulating your g-spot with every thrust, making stars burst behind your eyes. “God, you look so pretty like this: taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You whimper, nails digging crescent moon indents into his skin, nearly drawing blood as you near your third orgasm in the last 12 hours. You move under Javier’s guidance, wet skin slapping against each other, paired with your growing moans and his grunts and filthy words.

The closer you get, the less you can understand him. 

And he sees it.

His hands on your hips tighten, guaranteed to leave bruises tomorrow. Right now, you’re not worried about anyone seeing them. If anything, you’ll wear them proudly, showing the world that you have someone who makes you feel so good that your brain turns to pure mush.

“You’re gonna feel me tomorrow,” you think you hear him say before he flips you over, pulling out to make you lay on your stomach.

His cock glistens with your arousal, slick on the back of your thigh as he places a pillow under your hips, pressing his hand between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned down.

He strips you out of what you’re wearing hastily, leaving you naked and wanting. Your cheek is mushed against the sheets, your breath fans over them when Javier slams back into you. This position – you flat on the bed with your hips propped up – has him reaching places you never thought were possible, and you finish quickly.

Your walls flutter rapidly around his length, the tissue clenching while you come. Your vision goes white around the edges, hot pleasure spiking through your body.

Javier fucks you right through it, hissing and gritting his teeth at how tightly your cunt is squeezing him. His hand stays firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place as his hips snap against your ass, rippling the flesh with every rough thrust.

He relishes in the noises you make, all of them unfiltered and for his ears only. Just hearing them has him nearing his peak, but he’s determined to get you off one more time.

You barely process when his entire body weight presses against you, his cock reaching the deepest depths of you. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively trying to escape the immense pleasure, but his body keeps you in place.

His breath fans over your ear, whispering in your ear while he pounds you into the mattress. “Give me one more, pretty girl. I know you can.”

He may know, but you don’t think you can. The overstimulation has your thighs shaking, incoherent babbling slipping past your lips. You’re almost sure that Javier’s about to chuckle at your lack of response before his breath hitches against your ear, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix.

You expect it to hurt, your vision even goes blurry around the edges, tears pricking your eyes. But it’s a pleasant feeling. 

It would probably feel even better if you weren’t so blissed out already.

Every nerve end is set on fire, the heat between the two of you growing into an all-consuming fit of rage. You feed off of each other’s pleasure like a ravenous blaze spreading through a forest, hungry for everything in its path. Skin rubs against skin like friction against dry tinder, his hips losing rhythm as fire pools low in his abdomen.

He groans in your ear, his hands covering yours gripping the sheets to stay connected to you in every possible way. “Need you to come for me again, princesa.”

You whine in response, feeling your body give in to the need to climax one last time. Your muscles spasm under him, an explosion of blinding heat and light taking over. There’s nowhere to hide or go to as you fall over the edge again.

Javier grunts loudly, pulling out just in time to come all over your ass. The tension in his body shatters like a glass in an inferno. Hot, white, thick spurts of his release paint the plush skin, barely able to hold himself up while he finishes. 

He collapses on his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, attempting to get air back into his lungs. Your breathing is slowly steading at his side, your eyes tracing his side profile lazily as you come down from your high(s).

Involuntarily, a smile tugs at your lips. You’re happy that it’s this man that bumped into you at the club. If he hadn’t, you probably wouldn’t be here right now: making your own decisions, taking down your father, having out-of-this-world sex.

He turns to his side, catching your gaze and mimicking your small smile. He presses lazy kisses along your shoulder, wanting to bask in the afterglow with you a little longer, his body still thrumming with satisfaction. 

He looks at you with warm, dark eyes – still hazy from intimacy. Without much thought, he strokes your hair, the action instinctive after such intense passion. 

Meeting you at the bar and driving to this hotel with you was something he was hesitant about. Steve tagged along for extra protection, though Javier told him not to engage unless he felt like it was absolutely necessary.

Javier’s gut told him that you wouldn’t hurt him, but the little voice in his head kept telling him that you would screw him over the same way he did to you. He’s glad he trusted his gut rather than his mind, because now he has you completely.

Perhaps he’s being too greedy, thinking that he can get you out of this without a single scratch. He’d like to think that he can but who knows what your father will do to you if he ever finds out.

Just thinking about it makes him sick to his stomach.

After the two of you settle into a familiar blissful embrace, Javier gets out of bed, padding to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth to clean up the mess the two of you made.

It’s little things that he does that prompt you to think about a possible future with him. But then you remember how you met and who you are. Would he seriously want to have you in his life after all of this? 

Maybe you’d go to Texas with him, go to school there, get your degree. Depending on how this goes, you might even start your mother’s fashion line back up.

And that’s if your father doesn’t bring you down alongside him.

The warmth of the cloth takes you out of your thoughts, Javier cleaning up the mess before he sets the towel aside and scoops you up into his arms. You immediately settle against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

He gently strokes your hair, lulling you into a state of tranquility. “Descansa (Rest),” he whispers, “Aquí estoy. (I’m here.)”

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Give Me Another

"Joel... c'mon," you whined, fingers tugging the strands of his hair where his head was between your legs.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he began to work his tongue against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Today was the first day in weeks that you and Joel were able to just relax and spend time together. The community had been busier than normal with the new improvements Tommy and Maria wanted put into the community, so because of being Tommy’s brother, Joel had been pulled in every direction.

"You taste so good," he murmured against you. "Like damn heaven between these legs." Your hips began to rock against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.

One of his hands released your thigh, and you felt his fingers probing at your entrance while his other hand slid up to your lower stomach, pressing down firmly to hold you still. “Easy, darlin’,” he muttered, voice low and rough.

“You’re gonna take what I give you. No more, no less.” Two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. Joel’s mouth never left your clit — sucking, licking, flicking — while his fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made your vision spark white and your back arch. He ate you like a man starved for his favorite meal, and to Joel, having you like this was one of his favorite things.

His beard scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, his tongue broad and flat one moment before turning pointed and relentlessly dragging through your folds.He groaned into you, hips grinding slowly against the mattress. “Fuck… Joel,” you whined, thighs starting to shake around his head.

Your hips tried to grind closer to his mouth, but the hand on your stomach kept you pinned in place. “That’s it, darlin’,” he rasped against your core, his breath warm against your heated skin. “Squeezin’ my fingers so good. Greedy lil’ pussy. Give it to me, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head and fingers curling tight in his hair, pulling a deep groan from Joel. His tongue continued its relentless pace on your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you were twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.

When you finally sagged back into the mattress, breaths heavy, Joel pulled back. His mouth and beard glistened with your slick. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing a wet trail from your core, up your stomach, before settling between your breasts. He slid a hand up your side and cupped the underside of one breast as his mouth covered the nipple.

He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other. You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally lifted his head. “Turn over, baby. On your hands and knees for me. Ass up.”

His voice was low and rough with desire he couldn’t hide. You obeyed on shaky limbs, settling into position as he knelt behind you. Joel ran his large hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading you open. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “Just drippin’ for me.”

He leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar vibrator. The low hum filled the room as he turned it on. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this since that night,” he said, voice dark. “You fuckin’ yourself with it, moanin’ my name, wishin’ it was me.”

You hummed softly in response as he slid the vibrating head from your folds up to your clit, applying light pressure that drew a needy whine from your lips. “Joel—” you started, but he cut you off.“Shhh, I got you, darlin’.” He leaned over your back, his broad, warm chest pressing against you, and kissed your shoulder.

“Gonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.” The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged at your entrance. Joel was big — thick, heavy, veined, with that slight upward curve that always hit everything just right. He rubbed it up and down your slit, coating every inch in your slick until it glistened. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, then slowly pushed inside.

The wide head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, followed by the heavy, veined shaft that stretched you open. You moaned loudly into the mattress as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit.

“Fuuuck,” Joel groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. “So tight. This greedy little cunt is suckin’ me right in.” He stayed buried deep for a moment before he began thrusting — long, deep strokes that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive spot inside you.

The vibrator stayed pressed firmly to your clit on the lowest setting, the constant buzzing mixing with the wet slap of his hips against your ass.“That’s it… take my cock,” he muttered, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other held the vibrator steady.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, burying your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock,” he coaxed, voice rough but sweet. “Let me feel this pussy squeeze me. That’s a good girl… give it to me.”

Your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. Joel fucked you through it without slowing, groaning at the way your cunt milked him. “Good girl… such a good fuckin’ girl. Keep comin’. Don’t you stop.” He clicked the vibrator higher. The sudden increase in intensity made you cry out, your hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Joel’s strong hands held you firmly in place.

“No runnin’, darlin’. You’re gonna take it all.”

He starts thrusting into you harder, deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple with every impact. His heavy balls slap rhythmically against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen nub.

“Joel… fuck—” you moan brokenly, cheek pressed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is bordering on too much, your body still twitching from the previous orgasms, but he doesn’t let up.

“I know, baby,” he groans, voice low and rough against your ear as he leans over you, his broad chest covering your back. One of his big hands slides under you to press down on your lower stomach, making you feel every thick inch of him even more. “I know it’s a lot. But you’re doin’ so good for me. This pretty pussy is takin’ me so well.”

He clicks the vibrator up another setting. The stronger vibrations rip a sharp cry from your throat as your hips jerk. Joel’s other hand grips your hip tighter, holding you exactly where he wants you while he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. “C’mon darlin’, I know you got it in you.”

“Fuck… ‘s too much,” you protest weakly, even as your walls flutter and clench greedily around his cock.

“You can take it,” he growls against your neck, hips snapping harder. His thick, veined cock drags along your walls with every thrust, the slight upward curve hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Give me another, baby. Let me feel you come again.”

The overstimulation is intense now — every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm builds fast and merciless. Your thighs shake violently, and your pussy keeps fluttering around his girth. “That’s it,” Joel praises, voice rough but sweet.

“Feel my cock stretchin’ you open? Feel how full you are? This greedy little cunt is suckin’ me so deep, darlin’. You were made for this.” He keeps talking you through it, his breath hot against your skin. “Let go for me. Come on my cock while this vibrator’s buzzin’ on your swollen clit. I wanna feel you soak me again.”

The combination is too much. You come hard with a broken scream, your entire body seizing as your walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. Joel groans loudly, fucking you through every wave, never slowing his pace. “Good girl… fuck, that’s my good girl,” he rasps, voice strained with pleasure.

“Keep squeezin’ me just like that. So fuckin’ tight.”He doesn’t pull the vibrator away. Instead, he presses it harder against your pulsing clit, forcing you to ride out the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers, body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

“One more, baby,” he coaxes, kissing your shoulder, then biting down gently. Joel holds you up with strong hands, fucking you through it with deep, steady thrusts until your release gushes around his cock.

Only then does he finally pull the vibrator away and toss it aside. He wraps both arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he chases his own release with shorter, harder thrusts. “Gonna fill you up, darlin’,” he groans into your neck, voice wrecked. “Gonna pump this sweet pussy full. You ready?”

You manage a weak, broken “yes” - all you can muster before he buries himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural moan. His thick cock pulses hard inside you as he comes, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and his low groans. Joel stays buried inside you, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck while his hands gently stroke your trembling body.

“You okay, darlin’?” He finally asks, breaths uneven as he remains draped over your back.

You slowly nod and after he presses a few more kisses along your neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He helps you shift onto your back, brushing stray strands of hair back before making his way to the bathroom. A moment passes where the room settles in quiet before Joel walks back to the bedroom, a small clean towel in his hand.

He returns to your side, bringing the towel between your thighs. You wince slightly - sensitive at the contact. “You did so good for me, baby,” he murmurs the praise, pressing a kiss against your temple, before pressing one to your lips. “My perfect girl. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it.”

You smile against his lips before letting out a soft, relaxed breath as he gently wipes your inner thighs before setting the towel aside. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

You wrap an arm around his waist, head resting on his chest just under his chin. The two of you are silent for a while, his hand gently rubbing along your arm before moving to your hair. “I hate when I’m too busy for nights like this with you.”

“I know,” you mumble, tilting your head up in his direction. “But it makes it worth it.”

He turns his head in your direction, nodding his head once he presses his lips against the top of your head, “Sure does,” he mutters, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, tucking it around you to make sure you’re warm.

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And the aftercare 🥹 I love seeing his duality as a big grumpy man who takes what he wants but who deeply is just a loving and caring dude 🥰

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Any PPCU character is allowed and it’s primarily a PPCU event but if you know your mutual would love something written about some other character from a different fandom, this is fine too!

You’re going to post the story tagging them and telling them something nice, why are you happy to be their mutual or friend, what are their best traits, how they inspired you or helped you, whatever you want, it’s really up to you!

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(And of course you can write for me if you want to, I would be the happiest 😁)

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