summary: Eddie is trying to see what it takes for you to ask him for help.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise kink, dry humping, cum in pants (lmk if i forgot anything)
wc: 2.2k
a/n: i blacked out after two sentences i have no clue where the rest came from. apparently i was too horny to give a proper ending?
Eddie can see your hyper-focus on your hands, his heart is melting at the way youâre trying so hard to follow what he showed you even though he knows you canât focus when youâre high.Â
Itâs 10:37 pm, you and Eddie are high and heâs been trying to teach you the chords to his new song for 20 minutes now. Heâs chuckling quietly as your fingers fumble over the strings again, drawing a frustrated whine from your mouth.Â
âAww, Itâs okay, baby. Youâre doing much better than you were earlier! Youâre actually picking this up way faster than I thought you would.â Eddie is genuine when he says it but itâs your reaction that changes that.. that changes his intentions. He watches your face as he praises you, he watches your eyes glaze over, and your lips part gently as a soft smile spreads over your face.Â
âTh- Thank you, Eddie. Thatâs so nice of you, thank you.â You sound so out of it. It shocks Eddie for a moment but makes perfect sense. He thinks of all the time you ask him for help with your studies, even though he knows you know the material. He thinks of all the time he cheers for you after getting the right answer, how he praises you and calls you his smart girl. He thinks of all the times you bake for him, asking for him to taste test them even though youâve made the recipe a million times, he thinks about his exaggerated moans of delight, how he would get on his knees and beg you to make him a batch.Â
He thinks about times exactly like this one, when heâs playing his guitar for you and you beg him to teach you. He thinks about how quickly you pick them up and how you beam at him when you finally get it. The only difference now is that youâre higher than heâs ever seen you.Â
You wanted to celebrate for midterms so Eddie rolled you a blunt instead of his usual joints. Of course, his little lightweight got high out of her mind. You got so soft and cuddly that he couldâve never denied you when you asked him real nice to teach you the new chords.Â
He comes out of his thoughts just in time for him to hear you nail the part youâve been struggling with, perfectly. His blood rushes to his cock when he notices the way you look up at him, expectantly, almost⌠desperately. âSuch a good job, baby.â It comes out more sultry than he meant it to but heâs never been able to hide his emotions with you.Â
He watches your eyebrows, twitch in confusion but you donât break his gaze. Youâre waiting for more. He has to take a deep breath as his sensitive tip presses against the zipper of his jeans. His hands are twitching at his sides as he gets up, leaving his desk and making his way to where you sit on his bed. âThat was amazing, honey. Youâre better than I am, youâre perfect.â
He watches your thighs tense, trying to rub together as your hips lift to press you against his guitar as you get a faraway look in your eyes. Youâre looking right at him as you grind yourself into his guitar, he doesnât think you even realize youâre doing it. He lays down next to you, watching your bottom lip tuck under your teeth as you shake your head with a small smile. âNo, not better than you, Eds. I could never beat the best, baby.âÂ
Eddie has to actively bite back a moan at the pet name, he feels like heâs gonna fucking pass out as all his blood rushes south. He knows youâre trying, he knows youâre trying to turn him on, asking him to make you feel good without actually saying the words.Â
Heâs told you time and time again how hot your pet names get him, he knows itâs silly but he cannot help it. Every time you speak to him with any ounce of sweetness heâs fattening up in his jeans. âBut youâre perfect then?â He presses his hips forward, loving the pressure your plush thighs provide against his throbbing cock. His eyes almost roll back as he watches a silent moan fall from your mouth as your hips twitch, forward first against his guitar but back again to press into his boner.Â
He smiles and raises an eyebrow at you, challenging you. You never initiate. He knows youâre shy, he knows itâs hard for you. He knows heâs all of your firsts but he needsâ he craves to hear you beg him- to hear you ask him to touch you. Heâs insecure, he canât have this be so one-sided. He wants to see how far he has to push you before you say something.Â
Youâre nodding at him desperately. âYes- Yes, Iâm perfect.â Heâs smiling so fondly at your agreement, his dick twitching painfully in his pants. He knows you feel it by the way your hips twitch, pathetically confused and you whine. Itâs short and cut off as you turn to put his guitar away, placing it gently on the ground. You brush his cock and give him a beautiful view of your ass in the process. Heâs silently begging you to say something, he doesnât know how long he can keep this up.Â
You turn back around and just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. He watches confusion bloom over your face, your head tilting like a puppy. He mimics your action with a teasing smile. âDo you have something to ask me, baby?â He watches realization and dread spread over your features.Â
âEddieâŚâ Your thighs are rubbing together, nervously or for friction. He doesnât falter, just looks at you expectantly as you pout. His hips are subconsciously thrusting up into the air, getting hot under your gaze. You press your hand to your forehead, astonishingly stressed at this seemingly simple task. Eddie considers letting up as he analyzes the distress on your face but you speak up.Â
âEddie can you-â You whine and avert your gaze. âCan you make me feel good? Iââ You huff out a breath of embarrassment. âI want you to make me cum⌠please.â His heart bursts at how nicely you ask. Heâs taking a slow deep breath, trying to calm himself before answering you but you take his silence as a demand for more. âEddie please!â You sound so upset, it's so cute. It makes him so hard. âPlease, I- I need it. I need you, Eddie, please.â Youâre still not looking at him as you whine.Â
Eddie turns your head and smashes his lips into yours just to shut you up. If you had kept rambling about how bad you need him he wouldâve cum in his pants. âYeah. Yeah, I can make you feel good, baby. What do you wanna do, pretty girl? We can do whatever you want. You asked me so nicely, honey. Youâre so sweet.âÂ
Heâs desperate and all over you as he speaks. His hands are in your hair as he kisses all over your face and down your neck. You feel like you could suffocate in his need for you, it rushes over you and makes you need him more. âYour- Can we- Eddie.âÂ
Heâs biting into your neck as you try to answer. You can feel him smirking in your neck as you struggle to answer him. â âM sorry, baby. Go on, talk. Youâre doing so well, honey.â He pulls himself closer to you so he can press his bulge into you again, his eyes fully rolling back at the pressure this time. âI want you toâŚ. fingermeplease?â He moans at the way you rush out the last part of the sentence but still manage to use your manners.Â
âYou want me to finger you, baby? Fuck, yeah. I can do that. Mhm. You wanna sit between my legs? Let me open you up and play?â Youâre nodding frantically and whining against his face as he lets filth spill from his lips. âYeah? Will âya squirm, honey? No, no I bet youâll stay put like a good girl, huh?âÂ
He pummels you with his embarrassingly arousing words as he gets up to take his pants off (as you do the same), leaving his boxers and situating himself against the headboard. His thick thighs spread wide over his bed, leaving room for you to crawl between them. You donât move though, youâre too mesmerized by the way his cock is pressing against the fabric, leaking into it and leaving a rapidly spreading dark spot. It canât help but twitch as you admire him, he canât take it; the hungry yet somehow innocent look in your eyes as you crawl towards him.Â
Normally this is the part where you turn around, your legs spread and trembling over his as he shoves his fingers in your pretty pussy over and over until youâre quivering around his fingers, moaning and gripping his hair behind you desperately. Normally this is the part when he presses his boner to your lower back, thrusting against you in time with his fingers, imagining that itâs actually his cock inside you and willing himself not to cum when he pictures it for too long.Â
Instead, you lift yourself to your knees. His face becomes level with your panties, his hips thrusting into the air as he groans at the pink bow resting on the band. You put your hands on his shoulder and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, letting out the sweetest moan as his soaked cock pushes into your dripping lips. His hands come up to your hips and force you down to him rougher than he meant to when he hears the sweetest whimper of âOh, Eddieâ slip from your throat.Â
âOh my fucking god, baby. You feel incredible, so fucking perfect. I canât take it. Mm- Ohâ What happened? I- I thought you wanted my fingers, sweetheart?â Heâs throwing his head back and groaning when you collapse into him, leaning your weight on his bulge. Youâre huffing out like youâre gonna cum, looking up at him with your pretty, glazed over, fucked out, high as fuck eyes.Â
âI dunno, Eddie. I- It looked like he was- like he was crying for me.â Your hips stutter with a moan as your eyes roll back, Eddieâs hard cock rubbing against your clit perfectly. He feels like heâs gonna cum as you confess. It confounding to him; how you can say the most whorish things in the sweetest way.Â
âYou are in-fucking-credible, my love. I have no clue how you do this to me. Iâm already so close, baby. Youâre so amazing, so soft for me, love.â His eyes roll back and heâs losing it.
âYouâre gonna make me cumâ fuck. Holy shitâfaster. Oh-h f-fuck me faster, baby. I love you so much. I- Iâm gonna cum so hard. I- dammit. I wanna make you cum first. L-lemme make you cum first- shi-itt.â
Youâre rabid against him, your hips moving at a pace that has him weak. You have him questioning whoâs in control. Heâs wound even tighter when he feels your hips falter, losing their rhythm as your mini whines evolve into desperate moans. âH-Help- EdââÂ
Your breathing is scattered as you whine and twitch against him. âYeah, Iâve got you, baby.â He grabs your hips and grinds you against him, lifting his hips to meet your heavenly pussy and pressing magnificently into your clit. It has your hands digging into his shoulders, dropping down to his waist as you hug yourself to him. Youâre moaning into his ear as he feels your thighs tensing on his sides.
âT-tell me-â You whine higher, more pathetically than heâs heard all night, his cock pulses, spurting out a dangerous amount of pre-cum into his boxers. âTell me Iâm good. T-Tell me Iâm prettyââ You cut yourself off with a gasp as you buck your hips against him, a newfound energy coursing through you. âOh- please- please tell me Iâm pretty.â
Eddieâs right on the edge, moaning so loud he wouldnât be surprised if the whole trailer park heard him. âYES- Yes, oh my god. Youâre so beautiful, my love. Youâre a fucking goddess among peasants. Youâre a flower in a field of fucking hay, youâre my dream. Youâre my soulmate.â He dissolves into a whine as you cum against him. Youâre moaning into his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself in his shirt but youâre too loud.Â
âThere you go, fuck yes. Good girlâ Oh shit. Iâm gonna-â His eyes are in the back of his skull before he can finish. His hips twitching insanely and spurting out an outrageous amount of cum into the fabric of your panties. Heâs panting as he tries to come down but youâre deliriously humping him. Forcing more ropes of cum into his boxers, he just canât seem to stop.Â
âOh. Oh my god- I- I canât stop. Youâre such a good girl. Mine. My good girl. Askinâ me to make you feel good, takinâ what you need. God-â A ragged moan bubbles out of him as his cock finally stops drenching your poor panties.Â
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping, blood, blood consumption, vampires, cum in pants(?) (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 3.7k
A/N: Iâm going based on TVD vampires so Eddie has blood and a beating heart as long as he replenishes it with human blood. Also, I think I got possessed while writing this idek if its coherent
Youâre lying in bed facing Eddie, admiring his face, how much he still looks the same. Even though he isn't.Â
Itâs been about a month since Eddie came back, different. Heâs a vampire⌠when you boil it down. He just doesnât like the term, he thinks itâs silly. In the month heâs been back he has explained everything to you, what happened to him, his new urges and needs. You know he goes out once a week to feed, he never told you when and he never lets you see his fangs but youâve memorized his patterns. The only day heâs always too busy to come over is Sunday.Â
Itâs Saturday and Eddie is lying in your bed. You're high. He still rolls for you, despite now being immune to the effects. He likes to watch you smoke, watch you get sluggish, sweet, soft, and sensitive for him. Heâs watching you as you admire his face, as you bring your hand up to trace over his cheek, down his jawline, and to his lips.Â
Youâre motions are mindless, youâre barely aware that youâre doing them. You imagine what his fangs look like as your fingers trace the outline of his lips. Your thumb comes to press into his inner lip when his breathing picks up.Â
Heâs more sensitive. He forgot to mention that to you. His senses are heightened and amplified by one another. He is hyper-aware of your warm fingers against his cold lips. He even gets a whiff of the blood that's rushing underneath. His breathing kicks up for a moment, trying to fill his lungs with the scent before he stops his breath short. His fangs are trying to push their way through his gums, his instincts shouting at him to sink his teeth into your soft, plush thumb. He knows youâd taste so sweet, he could probably get a nice buzz going too, with how much weed is in your system. He squeezes his eyes shut as he wills his fangs to stay in place, pretending like he canât already feel them pressing against his top lip.Â
His lips start to tremble against your fingers and confusion crosses your face. Then you feel his fangs press against his lip, pushing it into your finger. You gasp softly and push your thumb up into his mouth to press your thumb against his fangs. Youâre excited, your curiosity causing you to move before you think.Â
He can feel your fingers on his fangs. He feels the ridges of your fingerprint sliding over the smooth bone. It shoots like lightning through him sending the little bit of blood he has left to his cock. His eyes are pressed shut as he tries not to move a muscle.Â
You arenât considering Eddie at all. This isn't about him. Itâs about you exploring his new features. Theyâre longer than you expected, white and glossy with his spit. You smile as you run your fingers from the bottom of his front teeth, across to press against the point of his fangs.Â
You don't think about how sharp his fangs must be.
He punctures your thumb immediately, red blood pooling on the surface.
It drips into his mouth and his eyes snap open. He grips your hand roughly, pressing your wrist against his face to hold your thumb where it is while he sucks all the blood he can from the wound. He canât think. He canât think about how he might be hurting you, how he shouldnât be drinking you up like this. He can only think about your taste.Â
You watch his eyes shut tightly as he moans against your thumb. His lips are wrapped around you firmly as he sucks as hard as he can. You watch him gain color, his lips becoming pink again, he whimpers out something that sounds like a sob before pulling your hand away from his face, and shoving it back down against your stomach. The way he forces you, the way his hand spreads over your stomach past your wrist, has you dampening your panties.Â
Eddieâs eyes are still closed as he tries to calm down. Heâs hungry, and he knows that youâre more than willing to feed him. He opens his eyes slowly to find you staring right at his lips. He goes to lick them subconsciously but a moan slips out when heâs met with more of your blood. It has your eyes snapping to his.Â
He looks into your eyes trying to decipher how youâre feeling, if youâre scared of him. He watches you bite your lip and smile softly at him before asking an innocent question. âDo I taste good, Eddie?âÂ
He knows itâs a genuine question but he also knows that you hoped it would do something to him. His fangs peek out from under his lips when he gasps before he buries his face in your pillows and groans. Youâre giggling at him and yourself, the weed still coursing through your system. You bury your face in the pillow youâre on to try and silence your laugh, Eddie, and feel it. He can hear your laugh right next to his ear while heâs mulling over what you said. It has him hard and grinding his hips gently into your bed, wishing he had put on some boxers.Â
You lift your head to look at his curls. You stroke them gently and he groans into your pillow again before turning over to see you, his fangs hidden away once more. Youâre still smiling at him with all your sweetness and it makes his heart skip a beat. âWhyâre you asking me things like that baby?â
Heat rises to your face and your features turn embarrassed. This piques Eddieâs interest. He sits up in your bed, waiting for you to answer his question. You look at your bedsheets, twisting them under your fingers while you consider how to answer him. In the end, you choose; honestly.Â
âI just⌠Okay so obviously I donât know what blood tastes like. I donât know if different blood has different flavors to you or if maybe the flavors are based on blood type?â Eddie has confusion resting on his face as he wonders if your answer leads anywhere. Heâs nodding at you nonetheless, not wanting you to get insecure about what youâre saying. He likes this when youâre high enough that youâre not making a lot of sense to him but making perfect sense to yourself. Youâre so cute like this, looser. Your secrets tend to spill out this way.
âDo you know what I mean? I just-â You huff out, frustrated and unable to explain yourself. He is so in love. Heâs trying to hold back a smile at the pout thatâs settled on your lips. âItâs okay baby. Just think about what you wanna say.â
Eddie holds your hand, his thumb stroking over it while he watches your eyebrows press together in deep thought before you start speaking again. âI just donât understand why you donât just feed off me..." His thumb halts its movements and you start to shrink into yourself.Â
Eddie is breathing deeply while considering your question. His thumb starts moving again, releasing a breath of relief from you. He knows that you think about it. He can hear your heart speed up every time he goes near your neck, even when heâs kissing your hands. Heâs even thought about it. He thinks about it all the time. He knows you taste good. He wants to have your blood pouring into his mouth every time he sees you.Â
Unfortunately, he has zero trust in himself. Every time he thinks about tasting you, his amount of excitement stops him. He doesnât trust that he has the amount of restraint he would need to exert to stop, he is terrified that heâll suck you dry.Â
âIâm a little dangerous, baby. Iâm stronger than you remember? You- you wouldnât be able to push me offâ
The heat that rushes to your core surprises you a bit.Â
Eddie can hear your heart speed up and it hurts, the split second that he assumes youâre scared of him feels like a lifetime. Then he feels you trying to push your way into his lap, and lets you. You place yourself on top of his thighs lightly before scooting up to sit your core directly above his. You sigh softly when Eddieâs boner presses into you perfectly. Your arms wrap around his waist before you look back up at him.
âI think Iâd really like it.â Your words are starting to slur, it's late, and youâre high and unbelievably turned on. âYou sucking my blood, I mean. I think it would feel really good, Eddie.â Heâs twitching insanely from the confines of his pajama pants. He cannot believe the words coming out of your mouth. You wonât look at him, like youâre embarrassed by what youâre confessing like you donât know what it's doing to him. Youâre idly twisting your fingers into the fabric of his wife beater, your hips moving against him subconsciously. His hand comes you tilt your chin up so that youâre looking at him. The love, innocence, and arousal in your eyes take his breath away.
âI think you might. Uh, but-â He canât focus. You're looking up at him with such admiration. You want him to drink you up so badly he canât handle it. âUm. I- if we do,â
Your eyes widen and you press yourself against him harder, leaning into him, your chest pressing against his which is rumbling in laughter right now. âI said if, sweetheart. If we do, I cannot have your neck, thatâs⌠Itâll be too much for me, all that blood flow..â He trails off as his gaze concentrates on the junction of your neck. He takes a steadying breath before tearing himself away, refocusing. âItâs just too easy for me to.. drain you from there.â He rushes the last part out, embarrassed at his lack of restraint.Â
Youâre looking into his eyes as he speaks and looks back into yours. Youâre trying to get your brain to work, to focus on more than the way Eddie is pressing into your core, the way his breath is hitting your face as he speaks, and the way heâs looking at you. You can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches you try and rally the few stray thoughts you have left in your head. You focus as much as you can and offer him your only idea. âMy wrist?âÂ
He thinks about it for a moment before shaking his head at you, hurting your little heart in the process. âStill a vein baby, too much flow.â His sentences shorten as he gets dragged into your pool of yearning. An idea finally dawns on him. He twitches in his pants at the thought of actually being able to consume you. âYour hand- I can- Itâll run dry on its ownâ
You started nodding before he could even finish his sentence, your hand right in front of his face by the time it ended. He can feel the warmth coming off you. His gaze cautiously shifts from your eyes to your shaky hand. He can smell the blood underneath and his mouth is watering at the prospect of sinking his teeth into it. He pulls your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against your palm before wrapping his hand around your wrist.Â
You wait, buzzing in his lap, for him to put his mouth on you. Your hand rests over his mouth gently, your thumb on his chin and your elbow hovering over his shoulder. Eddieâs eyes are closed lightly as you hear him inhale the scent emitting from your palm. His lips press against your palm as you feel his fangs slide out underneath them. His eyebrows are curved inward as he looks back into your eyes, heâs scared.Â
You bring your other hand over the side of his face, stroking along his jawline before coming behind his head to gently push his mouth against your hand. You watch him closely, looking into his eyes to watch for refusal. His eyes stay on yours as his trembling lips part for the meat at the base of your thumb. You press your hand into his mouth and Eddie whimpers against it before sinking his teeth in.Â
Pain shoots up your arm, tingling between your legs. Eddieâs eyes roll so far into his head that you see all white before his eyelids shut. Heâs loud, groaning at your taste and moaning when his hips rock into yours. You watch him drink you up, heâs so messy, blood is all over his lips, smearing on the side of his mouth. Youâre still stroking his hair as he devours you. You can feel your blood rushing like itâs all trying to get into Eddie. Your hips wonât stop moving against his as they buck into you.Â
He drinks all the blood that flows out of your wound and removes his teeth. A moan shoots out of your mouth when you see your blood all over his lips, all over his teeth, his fangs. He smiles down at where youâve dropped your head against his shoulder and starts licking around his bite. Heâs still looking at you as he does it, watching the way your eyelids flutter as you look up at him, so lovingly for someone who just bit you.Â
His gaze leaves you only when he stops getting blood from your wound, he wraps his lips around it delicately and sucks to get more. You feel his shoulders drop a bit in disappointment when nothing comes out. You drop that hand to his opposite shoulder from the one youâre on, and it comes behind to cradle his neck before pulling him in for a kiss that he rejects.Â
You sit up and look at him, upset, hazy, and confused. Youâre met with his wild eyes and mildly apologetic face. âI still have your blood on my face baby.â Heâs speaking in a hushed whisper as though the sentence were some revelation. âItâs my blood, Eddie.â You respond with an incredulous giggle, your arms tightening around him before attempting to kiss him again. Only for him to pull away, again. âYeah but my- my fangs are still out and Iâm- and itâs dangerousâ
You clock the unfinished sentence regardless of his attempt to cover it up. You analyze his face, trying to figure out what he was going to say but to no avail. âYouâre what Eddie?â Your tone is accusatory and he notices, his eyes leaving yours the moment you voice the question. You mull over his sentence again, âDangerous?âÂ
He turns his head away and you watch as his tongue nervously darts out to lick his lips, his eyelids flutter gently before his iris shoots to the corner of his eye, checking to see if you noticed. Thatâs when it clicks.Â
Heâs still hungry.Â
As you think about it, of course he is. You donât know how much he drinks from other people. You know that heâs holding back, that heâs scared, of course he wouldn't drink his fill. Youâre still lost in thought when Eddie turns back to look at you, he waits for you to look up at him but you never do. âCan we just drop it?â
You look up at him with a smile that baffles him. You come up to kiss him on his cheek as he watches you expectantly, waiting for you to explain yourself.Â
âYour needs matter Eddie, you canât keep them from me. I need to know what you need for me to give it to you and itâs so much easier if you tell me up front.â You bring your unwounded hand to his face and slide your thumb across his lips, gathering the smeared blood as best you can before pushing it into his mouth. Heâs stock still as you press your thumb against his tongue, his only movement is his lips closing to suck up every drop. You hold his eye contact as you pull your thumb from his mouth and press your palm to his mouth. âI know you want more Eddieâ
His eyes water as his lips begin to tremble against you once again. You bite into your lip when you feel Eddie harden up underneath you again, pressing up against your clit this time due to the way youâre angled toward him. His eyelids flutter when his clothed tip pushes up into your plush lips.Â
He keeps looking into your eyes as you press his head to your hand, as you did before. Heâs holding back whimpers as he sinks his fangs into the soft skin of your hand. He feels your skin push, break, and slide against him. He can feel the gushing of your blood as it pushes through the puncture heâs made in your skin, he can feel the warmth as it surrounds his teeth, spilling into his mouth.
Eddie starts thrusting up into you like he canât help it, his hands are on your lower back and hip, pressing you against him just the way he wants it. His eyes are on you as he continues to drink his fill, heâs tracking youâre reaction, the way your hips speed up when he presses his teeth harder into your wound.Â
He feels it, heâs getting high off your blood. His body getting more and more sensitive the longer he drinks you up.
 You can feel your pussy leak into his pants, getting his cock wet with it when he twitches up into you. Your eyes slip shut as you begin to grind against him with purpose, feeling something starting to tighten in your stomach. You watch Eddie as he drinks down all the blood he can, moaning into your hand while looking right into your eyes. You hold his contact as you feel your climax build. Eddie can feel your muscles contracting over his cock and it has him spilling pre-cum through his pants and smearing on you. His lips finally part from your hand and heâs immediately kissing you.
You can taste copper on his lips, in his mouth as he moans into yours. Heâs brought one hand up to push your face into his while he keeps the other on your lower back, guiding you against him. Heâs pressing his face into your neck, inhaling your scent greedily. âOh fuck. Thank you so much, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.â
You moan lewdly into his ear while he expresses his gratitude, his hips thrusting up into your pussy like heâs fucking you. âEddie,â You drag his name out into a whine in a way that has his hips stuttering against you and him moaning out into your neck. âHoly shit- Eddie Iâm so close- fuck.â
Heâs in his own world, grunting into you gruffly, his whole body tense as he chases his high. You can feel his mouth open in a silent moan before heâs shaking and cumming against you, his face still buried in your neck, eyes shut tight. He keeps pulling you over his cock as it pulses, he doesnât have any rhythm but you just want him to feel good. Youâre so close, right there, but you canât get over the edge, and Eddie is going to be out of commission for the night. You almost accept your fate, that youâll have to take one for the team but then you feel them. His fangs shoot out as he releases one last howling moan and goes limp on you.Â
You feel his fangs scrape over the skin of your neck, ever so slightly but it sets your whole body alight. Pleasure shoots up your spine, straightening your spine before youâre gripping Eddie with all the strength in your body. He moans and his hand comes around to toy with your clit. His mouth opens and filth come out.Â
âSuch a good girl for me, baby. Letting me drink you all up, got you all messy in your panties in the process huh?â
He circles your clit once.Â
âFuck you tasted so good too, like sipping on fucking juice, sweetheart. F- felt like I was gonna cum from the moment I could taste it.â
He presses his thumb against your clit, hard.
âYouâll let me do it again right? Your blood is my new favorite taste- shit, I might be addicted to you already, baby.â
Youâre gushing. Your whole body is trembling in Eddieâs hold from the force of your orgasm. You slam your eyes shut as you moan around the syllables of his name. Your hips shove themselves against Eddieâs fingers and you whine for him while soaking your underwear.
Everything is fuzzy when you open your eyes again, you can hear Eddie cooing at you in your ear, heâs stroking his hand over the expanse of your back as the other one grips the back of your neck, holding you to him. You feel a rush of air and youâre sitting on the kitchen counter.
âGotta stay hydrated, baby you uh, you lost a lot of blood.â He chuckles to himself nervously before grabbing the cup of water and holding it out for you. Your arms donât attempt to move from where theyâre wrapped around his neck, heâs so warm and youâre sure that glass is cold so whatâs the point. Youâre just staring at him with youâre adorable fucked out expression, he smiles fondly before holding the cup up to your lips for you. You take a few sips, drinking about a quarter of the cup before pulling away to collapse into Eddie. He whispers âGood job, baby.â before placing a kiss on your forehead.Â
Another rush of air and youâre back in bed, your head on Eddieâs chest with the blankets pulled up to your neck. You try to hide your smile as you realize this is the most of Eddieâs vampire side that heâs ever showed you.Â
âWhat are you thinking about? Can hear your heart racing.â
âJust about how much I love you.â You respond with a delirious giggle. âEvery partâ
You hear Eddie take a breath before he pulls you fully on top of him and kisses you stronger than he has in the past month. âI promise that I love you more, babyâ
You drift to sleep as Eddie watches, all night.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!
warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, insecurity, 'do i wanna know' (lmk if i forgot anything)
wc: 3.6k
a/n: a few things! Id suggest listening to the song before and/or after you read the fic! I wouldnât suggest during because obviously it wont be on tempo. this can either be modern!Eddie or we can just pretend that âDo I Wanna Knowâ came out back in 1980. also idk anything abt instruments so shut up if i messed up anywhereâ this is one of the worst ones ive written im sorry i just wanted to post
You and Eddie were happy. You guys got to see each other all the time since you became the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. The band supported you two going public endlessly due to the amazing on-stage chemistry you both brought to the shows. The more touchy, and lovey you guys were, the more people would come to the next show. But with this new, larger crowd came a new wave of women wanting to sleep with the hot lead guitarist, Eddie.Â
You had no problem with it before. You know he wasnât very popular in high school and it took you months to convince him that you honestly found him attractive, that you werenât playing some practical joke, or just trying to bait him into embarrassing himself. So you were pretty happy to see all the attention he was getting, the attention he deserved. You could see his confidence rising, he would smile at the crowd more, play more impressive riffs and youâd get to watch his chest puff up in pride as the crowd uproars for him.Â
But as he got more attention from the crowd, his attention was on you much less.
After shows, instead of hanging back with the rest of the band and relaxing backstage, heâd be out in front âentertaining the crowdâ as he lovingly put it. It bothered you a bit because this is where you and Eddie got most of your quality time from but you would never take his little fanbase away from him so of course you never said anything. But there was this one week, gig after gig after gig.Â
You got no love from Eddie on stage and assumed it was because he was too tired to put on such a show. He wasn't too tired for his guitar riffs, but you let it slide. Itâs Eddie heâll make it up to you backstage, or later than that if necessary.Â
Then came time to head backstage, and Eddie didn't follow. You decided to let that slide too. He needs this interaction with his fans! He needs and craves that connection to people who are similar to him, maybe heâll make some more friends around his age! Youâd never want to do anything to stunt that.Â
But three hours later, you Jeff, Gareth, and Doug arenât in a forgiving mood anymore. Youâd all joked about how once Eddie got a taste of fame heâd just leave you all behind but itâs starting to feel like less of a joke and more of a reality.Â
You guys drink and complain, roll up, smoke, complain, and down a few more drinks before you all decide to take a stand. Itâs a half-joke, that youâre all going to head out to the front and demand that Eddie come backstage to spend time with his band, with his girlfriend at least. The boys talk about inviting some girls backstage with them to make a party out of the whole ordeal but all those thoughts are gone and replaced with sober, solemn ones at the sight of what's happening at the front of the bar.Â
Eddieâs sitting on a barstool, leaning back against the bar like heâs some god, he has his arms spread wide, resting on the bar and surrounded by women. Most of them are taking unpermitted selfies with himâ not that he minds, but three women are draping themselves over him. One is at his side, sitting in a seat and resting her head on his bicep as she rambles to him and heâs listening.. intently. Thereâs another whoâs on his other side, stroking and running her fingers through his hair, complimenting his curls, the ones you taught him to take care of. The third woman is standing between his spread legs, leaning over so that her cleavage is perfectly in his face under the guise of looking at and complimenting his necklaces.Â
The smile on his face is one youâve been missing, one youâve been seeing less and less due to the stress of booking gigs but there it is⌠beaming for another girl.
Your heart stops when Eddie finally notices you guys standing on the other side of the room. You feel as though itâs about to jump out of your body and crash through the ground. Eddie pulls his arms in and pushes the girl between his legs away from him with a wide smile. âOh. Hey, baby!âÂ
Heâs getting up, explaining himself, and walking towards you all at once but you canât even process what youâve seen yet, let alone hear his bullshit explanation so you walk away.Â
You turn and head backstage, already planning on packing your things and leaving. Youâll have to call an Uber because there is absolutely no way youâll ride in the same van as him. Youâre shoving your weed and rolling tray into your backpack when your head clears enough for you to listen to your surroundings again.Â
You can hear Gareth and Doug scolding the girls, making them leave. You can also hear quick, sharp footsteps heading your way. Your breathing jumps and tears spring to your eyes, ones you quickly squeeze out and wipe away before Eddie comes through the door.Â
You donât look up at him, you just keep collecting your things and internally make a note to yourself not to leave your things scattered across an entire room.Â
âBabe? Wait. Wait, wait you have to listen to me first.â You hold back a laugh and settle for a scoff at his statement.Â
âI don't have to do anything, Ed.â His heart stops. Youâve only called him Ed once before; it was the biggest and only fight the two of you have ever had. His hands start trembling at their sides and his heart is beating roughly, rushing blood in his ears. Heâs stunned to silence, watching you gather your things in a rush.Â
You look around for your phone charger and spot it by the doorway, on a chair next to where Eddie is standing. He notices your gaze and quickly grabs the charger, holding it to his chest. âListen.â
Your eyes slowly raise to meet his. He looks scared and desperate. You give him a chance.Â
You put your bag down and lean against the back of the couch, staring at him and waiting for what youâre supposed to be listening to but he seems stumped.Â
He didnât have a plan or know what to say, he just needed you to stop. He tries to piece together a speech but his train of thought is disrupted by a disappointed sigh from you. âLook, Edââ
He finally finds words. âPlease donât call me that.â His voice is strained, and you almost feel bad.Â
âWhy? Itâs the title you deserve right now. Youâre not my Eddie so Iâm not going to address you like you are.â You start walking towards him, tears bubbling in your eyes despite the screaming in your head not to cry.Â
âYou sat there while those women laid themselves all over you, while the rest of your band, and your girlfriend sat backstage and waited for you. Iâm your girlfriend. Do you realize how fucked up that is? You had me waiting and waiting for you, thinking you were just interacting with fansâŚâ You think about how easily he fooled you.Â
âIâm an idiot, huh?â You trail off, lost in your thoughts of despair. Youâd always been so cautious of men, of giving your feelings, always keeping your guard up so you donât get hurt, and the one time you decide to bring them down.Â
âOkay! Iâm fucked up for making you wait, I know that. I- I didnât realize how long itâd been. Iâve been drinking a-and--âÂ
You cut him off. âOh, you were drinking with them too! Thatâs great, Ed. Just the info I need.â
He sighs defeatedly. âI- It- But they donât mean anything to me. They donât! Why does it matter that I was drinking with them? Itâs not like I was gonna do anything, baby. You know that.â He steps in your direction but you back away and wrap your arms around yourself.Â
It breaks his fucking heart.Â
âI donât know that though, do I? Because never in a million years would I have ever thought that Eddie Munson, my boyfriend, would leave me waiting because he was entertaining other women. Do you understand? How- How nerve-wracking and shocking it was to see you out there like that?âÂ
You take another shaking breath as you avert your gaze from his, tears spilling from your eyes. âThe worst part is that- that I believed you when you said you just wanted to interact with fans. I reallyâ God I was even happy for you. I trusted you, Eddie. Co-Completely. You know how big that is for me and you manipulated it.â
Heâs rushing towards you now, dropping your charger and taking your hands in his. âNo. No, listen, I- I didnât realize, I didnât know it- Baby, I thought it wouldn't matter, I thought you wouldnât care because Iâm yours. Weâre together so why does it matter? I- I wonât date them, I wonât fuck them, I donât love them, baby. I love you.â
You sigh and look down at your feet, unable to watch as his eyes fill with tears.Â
You wish he hadnât said that. The first time you get to hear the words âI love youâ coming from his lips and itâs in a setting like this..
âOkay. I believe you, Ed, but⌠You broke my trust, you technically ch- cheated.â His eyes widen almost comically and as his mouth starts to shape the word âNoâ you cut him off again. âYou say you didnât but just because you werenât going to have sex with them doesnât mean that you should let them all over you like that!âÂ
Your anger bubbles up again and you finish packing, grabbing your charger and throwing your bag over your shoulder. âYouâre not that stupid, Ed. You know what you did was wrong otherwise you wouldnât have pushed those girls off you when I showed up.â You turn to leave the room but youâre compelled to ask him one more question.Â
âDid you how this makes me look? Youâre supposed to be mine yet there are girls all over you. It looks like I canât satisfy you, like Iâm not enough. And you know I have shit with what. Or it looks like Iâm a fucking idiot letting my boyfriend get felt up by fucking groupies while Iâm in the back, none the fucking wiser.âÂ
His tears are spilling now, one currently streaming dramatically down his cheek. âBut we- Like we donâtâ You donât have to leave me. We- Iâll be better. I love you, I don't love them I just.. Iâve never gotten attention like that.. I- I just wanted to know what it felt like.âÂ
You know heâs trying to get through to you, that heâs trying to explain away and excuse what he did but heâs just hurting you further. Why wasnât my attention enough?Â
âYeah no, I figured that and um⌠Ed, I think we should take some time apart.â All you get from him is a badly veiled sob.Â
âYou can flirt around all you want and⌠and weâll see if we still have anything between us by the end of it.â
Itâs been a little over a month now.Â
He called off band practice until further notice.Â
You miss him.Â
You took the first week apart to come to terms with what you had just done. It was a smart move. Youâre not stable enough to let Eddie flirt around with your trust, especially since it had started behind your back. This way was better. You could take some time to yourself while Eddie does whatever he wants. You decided he could come back whenever he was ready, as long as he didnât do anything with anyone.Â
You meant what you said when you left him but you started regretting it after seeing the obvious dip in Eddieâs happiness. Youâd see him in school with his head perpetually down. He doesnât interact with you at all, he doesn't look at you on campus, he sits on the opposite side of the classroom for any class the two of you have together, and makes it a point to never turn in your direction.Â
You truly wanted him to relish in the fame without any guilt on your part. You figured itâd hurt you but you wanted Eddie to be able to experience the popularity he never had before. He was supposed to take his newfound freedom and spread his wings however he wished but instead he just wallowed in what he had lost.Â
You hoped heâd come to you in the third week, let you know he doesnât want he freedom youâve granted him and heâd beg for you back. But it never happened. You thought about going to him, letting him know that you can see him struggling and you forgive him and you guys can get back together like nothing happened. But your pride couldnât let you. He hurt you and now heâs hurting, it's fair but you shouldnât have to be the one to concede.Â
After the fourth week, you realized your mistake. You shouldâve known Eddie would never have the confidence to come back to you, to ask you for another chance, to ask you to forgive and forget his past crimes. You shouldâve given him a set timeframe, you shouldâve told him he was free to come back when he was ready.Â
In the fifth week, Gareth called a meeting. Heâd had enough of the missed practices and awkwardness amongst the band. You all responded to his email in agreement. Except Eddie.Â
You thought about going over to his house before practice, just to see if he was planning on showing up, to see if he was okay. But you didnât.
You were actually quite happy to catch up with the others. You joke about how badly all your skills have diminished without a month of practice. Doug jokes about how he mostly misses the DnD nights. As if on cue, Eddie walks in.Â
Heâs silent and his hair is a mess, obviously not taken care of and it breaks your heart. The room falls sadly silent as Eddie unpacks his guitar and takes a seat. You feel the tension in the room suffocating you and before you can think the action through you spit out a quiet. âJesus, Eddie.â
The boys laugh beside you and you roll your eyes before making your way over to him. Eddie looks star-struck, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide as he stares up at you, admiring the olive branch youâre extending.Â
You take in his bloodshot eyesâ high, and his dark circles. Your heart clenches in your chest, recalling the various late-night calls with Eddie as he complains about his insomnia, and how he would wish you were there to soothe him.
You stand beside his chair, shake your head in teasing disapproval, and run your fingers through his roots. You sigh at the immediate tangle that meets you and lock eyes with him, a playful smirk on your lips. âWhereâve you been, Eddie?â
He sucks in a soft breath to answer before Jeff cuts him off with a loud clap. âAlright, positions everyone. Whatâre we practicing?â You smile at him one last time before heading for your mic.Â
âWe could start working on âDo I Wanna Know?â Doug suggests and Eddie immediately groans out. He is very open about his hate for the song, about how he thinks it's overplayed and has no substance. In reality, everyone knows heâs just frustrated with the chords. He always wants his hands busy and the chords to this song just arenât stimulating enough for him, he thinks theyâre âboringâ.
âI donât wanna hear it, Ed. This is what the people wanna hear.â Doug defends as he picks up his bass. You clear your throat and Gareth situates himself behind his drums. Eddie is the only one who doesnât get in formation, staying seated across from you to your left, almost in your line of sight. You make an effort to keep your eyes forward as Gareth starts the beat, pretending you canât feel Eddieâs eyes on you as he starts his riff.Â
You do your best to keep it together as you notice how easily his hands glide across the guitar, you donât even see him look down once. You rock in time with the drums before singing out the first line.Â
It feels shaky and your voice is scratchy but you power through, the boys know you need some warm-up. Your voice evens out by the next pause and youâre starting to feel more confident.Â
âAre there some aces up your sleeve?âÂ
You see Eddie nodding in approval in the corner and you try not to let pride bleed into your voice.Â
âHave you no idea that youâre in deep?â
You look over at him to see him still watching you.Â
âI dreamt about you nearly every night this week.âÂ
You note the recognition in his eyes before you break contact, looking back at the base of your mic stand.Â
âHow many secrets can you keep?â
You think about how the first time you heard this song it reminded you of Eddie. It almost perfectly encapsulated how you felt for him prior to dating, and it ironically relates to how you feel about him now. Still obsessed but too prideful to do anything about it.Â
You can see Eddie still staring at you from his corner, unwavering. He always gets a little more confident with his guitar, but itâs been so long since youâve been around him you feel stupid, like a little girl with a crush.Â
Doug and Gareth come in as your backing vocals.Â
âDo I wanna know?â
You take your eyes away from the mic stand and look straight ahead.Â
âIf this feeling flows both ways.â
You see Eddie sit up in his seat.
âSad to see you goâ
âWas sorta hopinâ that youâd stay.â
You start swaying with the beat, getting more loose, and feeling the song. You switch from foot to foot, swinging your hips gently with a smile.Â
âThat the nights were mainly made for saying things that you canât say tomorrow day.â
You look over at him again.Â
âCrawling back to you.â
You say the next line as a genuine question, openly targeting him now.Â
âEver thought of calling when, youâve had a few?â
You glance away from him, nervous under his penetrating stare. He hasnât looked away from you once. Youâre wondering where all this confidence was in the past few weeks. All he needed was for you to speak to him. You study his face, his reaction to the next line.Â
âMaybe Iâm too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now, Iâve thought it through. Crawlinâ back to you.â
Eddieâs hands finally rest and he leans forward in his chair, cocking one eyebrow at you as if to ask âReally?â and you respond with the next line.Â
âSo have you got the guts?â
Eddie takes a deep breath before sitting back and adjusting his guitar strap. He runs his hands down his thighs, wiping his clammy palms on his sweatpants as he watches you perform. Itâs been so long since heâs seen you, even longer since heâs seen you without it hurting his heart. Heâs missed you.Â
He takes you in. He notices the pink on your nails, a different shade than the last time he noticed. He canât help but run his eyes down your body, loving the way you move to the beat, the way youâre shimmying your shoulders. His eyes focus on your lips.Â
âSimmer down and pucker upâ
He gets entranced with the way they form around your words. He misses feeling them on his, on him. He remembers how soft they are, how raw they get when youâve bitten them bloody. He watches them stretch over your pearly white teeth in a smile. He can feel your eyes on him again but he canât pull himself away from your mouth. Not even to look at his guitar as his time comes up.Â
You watch Eddie pick his guitar up and start playing again, zombie-like movements as he zeros in on your lips. You try to focus on the words, to stay on key, not stutter or slip up. But Eddie's eyes snap to yours.Â
âBut we could be together⌠If you wanted to.â
He takes a deep breath after your last line, as if he was waiting to hear it, like itâs confirmation. You canât help the smirk that your smile morphs into and Eddie looks down. It looks like heâs focusing on his chords but his eyes are closed, deep breaths filling his lungs as he tries to calm down.Â
Youâre sure that your performance is mediocre due to the lyrics and pitch being the last thing on your mind. You watch Eddieâs hand slide lazily across the guitar, his ringed fingers moving faster than you could comprehend without even a fraction of his attention. You ignore the pooling in your stomach and look away from him again, trying to focus on anything else.Â
âCrawling back to you.âÂ
You pretend not to hear the smirk in Gareth's voice. You see Eddie looking up at you again in your peripherals. He sits back and adjusts himself, lifting his hips, lowering his guitar and when you glance over you can see a lip tucked under his teeth.Â
âMaybe Iâm tooââ
You see Eddie leaning forward as he stares at you, begging for your attention so you turn to him. His eyes soften and you can see his chest heave ever so slightly.Â
â-busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now, Iâve thought it through. Crawlinâ back to you.â
You go through the motions for the rest of the song. You keep eye contact with Eddie through all of it.Â
Everything around you is forgotten as he looks into your eyes. Youâve missed him so much.
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hii!! just read ur vampire!eddie fic and it was so goooddd!!!! đĽšđŠ I was wondering if I could request tho maybe mafia!eddie(??) totally okay if u donât want to or if thatâs not ur vibe hehe âşď¸ thank you!! đ¤đ¤
omg you're my first request! i hope this is along the lines of what you wanted ily enjoy! also this was supposed to come out next Monday but I didn't wanna wait
Pairing: Mafia!Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie has you sit in during a meeting and hijinks ensue.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, exhibitionism(?) (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 3.5k
A/N: he works out of an office building⌠don't ask
Eddie is in a meeting when you show up. His receptionist has you sit in the waiting room while he wraps up so youâre sitting there quietly with your little basket of home-baked muffins. Your sundress is fanned out around you delicately, and a soft smile is on your face at the thought of seeing your fiancĂŠÂ
Your heart jumps and you stand up when the door opens and two suited men walk out as Eddie shakes hands with the third one. Youâre fixated on how his silver rings shine in the light, you run your eyes up his body and notice heâs wearing your favorite outfit.
It was your birthday when you picked it, he said you should choose the outfit he would wear to your party. You put him in a black suit with a sleeveless black turtleneck underneath, a silver watch that you bought him, a silver chain, and his silver gauges for accessories.Â
He looks so incredibly powerful, that it has you clenching your thighs together desperately. You admire his curly hair, loving the way it falls over his shoulders when you notice him looking at you, very confused. âSandy, what is she doing out here?â He says in a rough, angry voice as he makes his way over to you with an angry scowl. He grabs your arm more gently than you expected and drags you over to the doorway of his office.
âI told you to always send her right in. Donât let this happen again.â He slams his door shut before Sandy can answer and kisses you softly. âHey, sweetheart.â He takes your basket and walks to his desk, you following close behind him. âWhatâre you doing here? Need me?â He places them on his desk and drops himself in his chair, legs spread and smirking as he looks up at you.Â
You giggle at him, a little flustered that he saw through you so quickly. âHow did you know?â Youâre staring at the ground as you ask him, your weight shifting from leg to leg. Eddie is silent as you stare at your feet, waiting for him to answer but little do you know, Eddie is waiting for you. Heâs watching you shift around nervously, looking anywhere but into his eyes and he decides that he wonât answer until you look directly at him. The silence gets a bit unbearable and you look up to see whatâs taking him so long only to see him already staring at you, a smile breaking out on his face when your eyes meet.
âI know my fiancee, baby⌠And I know youâre not wearing anything under that sundress. You never do.â His voice sounds a little far away by the end of his sentence, his eyes wandering down your body. You watch his smile widen as he takes you in. Your thighs clenching together when his gaze rests there, you can see his jaw clenching in response as he fixes his gaze back on your face. âCome sit in my lap, baby.â
You smile brightly and place yourself in his lap, facing him and you can already feel his dick hardening and pressing against you. âThereâs my pretty girl.â He whispers into your lips before devouring you and an all-consuming kiss. Itâs obvious in the way he bruises his lips into yours that heâs missed you too.
His hands are gripping both sides of your face, pulling you against him. His hands run down your back and to your sides, his thumbs coming up to stroke your nipples softly, feeling them stiffen up underneath his thumbs. He moans into your mouth at the feeling and pulls at the straps of your dress, trying to free your boobs so he can play with them properly but you hear his door open, pulling you out of the moment and forcing your lips to part from Eddieâs.
âSandy, what the fuck have I said about knocking?â His voice is booming, it almost makes you flinch, as Eddie yells at him. You turn halfway in Eddieâs lap so you can see Sandy, his eyes bulging at your mussed state, staring at your fallen dress strap and your nipples pressing through the fabric of your dress. You feel Eddieâs breathing speed up, a deep growl working its way in as Sandy takes more and more time to answer, undressing you with his eyes instead.Â
âYouâre on thin fucking ice right now.â Eddieâs voice is low and dangerous as he speaks to Sandy, snapping him out of his trance. His face is completely red by the time he looks up at Eddie, jumping a bit when he sees the look in his eyes. Eddie looks like he could hospitalize him, you can feel his hand balling into a fist where it rests on your hip, his muscles tensing as he considers it.Â
You wrap your arm around his shoulder and place a calming hand on his chest, feeling him relax under it as Sandy finally speaks.âSorry, sir! Y-Your five âoâ clocks are here. Would you like me to tell them to wait or?â You can feel Eddieâs breathing stop. Youâre quite upset that you wonât be able to stay but try not to show it. Youâd never want Eddie to feel bad for doing his job but he was busier and busier nowadays, and youâve started to feel a little lonely.Â
Eddieâs voice booms across the room when he speaks up. âWhy was I not informed?â Sandy flinches at the sound and opens his mouth to speak but a squeak is all that comes out. You can feel Eddie revving up to yell again when you start to get up from his lap, fixing your dress in the process. âEddie it's fine, Iâll head home and see you when youâre done.â You say happily, trying to diffuse the situation and save Sandy from further reprimanding.Â
You lean down to place a kiss on Eddieâs head when he tears his gaze from Sandy and looks dead into your eyes. âSit down.â He says it with such conviction, in such a commanding tone that you don't even think about questioning him. You immediately place yourself back in his lap as you were before. He keeps his eyes on yours as you sit before looking back at Sandy. âYou send them in but if this ever happens again you are dead, understand?â
Sandy mumbles out a quick âYes sir.â and rushes out of the room. Eddie takes a deep breath before looking at you and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. âYou stay here. It shouldnât be too long.â He whispers in between kisses. You bring your hand around his head and stroke his hair gingerly as he kisses you. He sighs into you when you part your lips, allowing his tongue to roam your mouth. Your hips begin to move subconsciously, pushing your pussy down on his thighs for friction when the door opens again. You pull apart from Eddie, taking a deep breath to try and calm the frustration bubbling in your chest at being interrupted again.
Prominent men and beautiful women file into the room and sit in various seats, some standing along the walls, and all intimidating to you. They await Eddie, waiting for him to kick off the meeting, waiting for him to send you out. Instead, Eddie welcomes everyone and begins stroking up and down your leg to calm you as he starts talking business. You watch Eddie as he speaks, saying a lot of things you donât understand but you love it. Youâve only gotten to see him like this a few times, in "business" mode. Heâs scared your opinion of him will change.Â
Heâs so strong in the way he demands respect. He talks in a way that makes you want to hear what he has to say. He asserts himself and no one questions it because he carries himself and speaks with unwavering confidence. Heâs almost a different person when you see him like this, talking in a gruff, angry, domineering voice that takes charge of a room. You reluctantly pull your eyes from Eddie to watch the rest of the room only to notice that almost everyone has their eyes on you. You begin to squirm uncomfortably as everyone stares and Eddie instantly notices.
âHey!â He shouts out sharply, causing the whole room to jump, multiple people reaching for their waistbands, worrying you a bit. âEveryoneâs attention seems to be divided⌠is there a reason?â Heâs using that low, threatening tone again and it has you leaking into your dress. You watch as the terrifying characters look around nervously, steering clear of Eddieâs gaze in hopes of avoiding the question. The silence sits heavy in the air until someone speaks up, a large, burly man who has you curling in, trying to hide in Eddieâs lap.Â
âI guess Iâm just wondering what your tramp is doing sitting in on a confidential meeting.â He says in a tough, confident, almost smug voice. You watch Eddieâs features twist into an expression of rage at the manâs words. His hands squeeze your hips momentarily before pushing you up and out of his lap slowly. Your eyes are on Eddieâs face when he reaches underneath his desk and you hear the scrape of his gun against it. Youâre heart races, youâve never seen it before. He stands at his full height, stretching his back and cracking his neck as he crosses the room, slowly walking over to the man.Â
You stare at his thick fingers wrapped around the silver metal, turning off the safety and cocking it. âWhat⌠the fuck did you just call my fiancĂŠe?â Eddie asks lightly, his tone is almost jovial as he presses his gun against the manâs lower stomach. Youâre breathing quickly as you watch the scene unfold, you watch Eddie slide his gun up the man's body and underneath his chin when heâs met with silence instead of an answer. âWhat did you call my wife?âÂ
Eddieâs finger hovers over the trigger, anticipation building inside you as you press your legs together. You feel your wetness begin to drip down your thigh when you see a smirk split Eddieâs face as the man tries to answer. âI- Ed I- I didnât know. I thought she was just a fuck, man. I-â Eddie fires right next to the manâs ear, making you jump as the man doubles over in pain, both of his hands pressed to his ear in an attempt to stop the painful ringing.Â
Eddie turns to the rest of the room, ignoring the manâs groans of pain in favor of making an announcement. âIf anyone even thinks of disrespecting my wife I will put a bullet in you... Consider this your first and final warning.â Eddie strides over to you, your eyes are wide and frantic and his turn apologetic when he sees yours. You look unsettled and frazzled as he seats you back in his lap. Heâs still looking at the room, avoiding your gaze. âPitch your ideas and get the fuck out.â
Heâs panting while you stare at him, his eyes cold and violent until they meet yours, softening to a loving gaze instantly. He mouths out an apology as people start pitching their ideas to him. You shake your head and kiss his forehead before resting your head on his shoulder as he tunes back into his meeting. His hand starts rubbing up and down your leg again, reaching higher and higher up every time. Itâs working you up, causing you to leak against his thigh and hold back whimpers. He finally gets his hand up to your inner thigh and thatâs when he starts to feel your wetness. His focus goes to shit the moment he feels it, not even hesitating before pushing his hand further up your dress to come in contact with your soft, soaked pussy.Â
You watch his face, itâs hard as marble, stoic as he continues to listen and give feedback but you can feel him hardening in his pants again. His breath quickens and stutters as he pushes his fingers into your hot, wet cunt. His eyelids flutter as he curls them, pressing against your G-spot and feeling you clench around his digits. You can feel his other hand tighten its grip on your hip as his hips subtly push his dick up into your thighs. A satisfied grunt falls from his lips as he plays his movements off as him readjusting his position.
A whimper falls out of your mouth and against his into his neck as you bury your face in it, trying to hide your expression from the rest of the room. His fingers are thrusting deep inside you, youâre trying to regulate your breathing so you donât alert anyone in the room but youâre struggling as you crawl towards an orgasm. Your hips start to gently thrust forward to meet Eddieâs hand, grinding his palm against your clit and whining softly into his ear.
Eddie is struggling to contain himself, growing decreasingly interested in the meeting and more in the way your body is reacting to him. Your face is resting in the crook of his neck and he can hear your whimpers as they slip out, he can feel your breath as it fans his skin. Your back is arching, he doesn't think you realize that youâre pressing your chest against him but itâs fucking him up. The way youâre yearning for him, the way your body is reaching out for him in front of everyone has him straining inside his pants.Â
He watches the meeting wrap up in a daze, every sense muffled to everything else, tuned in to you as you grind yourself into his lap. He can feel your arousal soaking his pants and itâs making him twitch. His hips buck into yours as his cock throbs inside his pants. He already has you standing by the time the door shuts behind the last person. Your knees are so weak that you almost collapse when he props you up against the desk. He presses your face into the hard surface and spreads your legs with his own, forcing them open and resting his legs against yours.Â
Heâs holding both wrists behind your back with one hand as you moan and listen to him fumble with his belt and zipper. âIâm gonna fuck you so well, baby. Just how you deserve.â
You can hear him stroking himself, a wet noise resonating through the room. Youâre head is spinning and youâve never been more turned on in your life. You push up onto your tip toes, trying to grind your hips back into Eddie, trying to get him inside you faster.
âPlease, Eddie! N-need it so bad, please.â You beg and beg as Eddie lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. The stretch isnât too bad because of how worked up you are but youâre still tight enough that the initial thrust has you and Eddie moaning out. Eddieâs hand releases your wrists when he bottoms out, pulling your hips to his and holding you in place.Â
âFuck, darling. Youâre so perfect, so tight and wet for me. Just how I like it, huh?â He slowly wraps one hand around, grasping your throat. His wide fingers gripping gently for pressure but not cutting any air supply yet. His body is hunched over yours, caging you in and creating a curtain with his hair as he starts to gently fuck into you. His hips are moving languidly into yours, savoring the suction of your pussy every time he slides back into you. Heâs groaning into your ear about how magnificent your pussy is, heâs telling you about how much he thinks of it throughout the day, how often he wishes he was buried in your instead of dealing with idiots.
Youâre moaning much louder than you should be, considering you know there are people around, right outside of Eddieâs office but you just canât hold back. Eddie brings his hand from your throat up to cover your mouth with his entire palm, the action has your eyes rolling back and just moaning louder into his hand. âF-fuck, baby. You like that?â His hips stutter as you clench around him moaning in response to his question. âI love it, Eds. Baby- Eddie please- fuck.â You gasp out against his hand, your voice muffled. Youâre hips grind back against his cock as he plunges into you as deep as he can, staying there and watching you fuck yourself back on his cock.
Heâs obsessed with the way your hips are moving, his hand coming up to grip his hair as he tries to calm himself. His eyes roll back and close as you desperately push your hips back against his. Heâs groaning out your name with every other thrust as he starts fucking into you again, his voice beginning to sound more like a whine that has your legs giving out. You start to lose your rhythm, getting caught up in how Eddieâs cock slides against your walls, how the tip abuses your g-spot perfectly with every thrust, how he fills you to the brim so itâs all you can focus on. Eddie takes note of your struggle and gets to work. One hand goes under you to play with your clit, and the other grips your hip, stabilizing you as Eddie pounds into you with renewed energy.
âThis pussy âs so fucking flawless, baby. Dunno what Iâd do without my favorite girl.â He rambles on as he approaches his high, hyperfocused on the tightening of your pussy as he hammers into you. You can feel the heat in your stomach spreading throughout your body as your muscles tense, your legs starting to shake and your knees completely give out. Eddie flips you onto your back so youâre lying atop his desk gripping his biceps. He takes no time to thrust himself back into you, hands grasping your hips and moaning against your face before diving in for a kiss. âGotta see that pretty face when I make you cum, love.â
You moan into his lips, feeling your pussy begin to pulse hopelessly around him. âEddie. Eddie, Iâm âonna c-cum. âM so close please-â You cut yourself off with a gasp as your hands move to his hair, fisting in it as your orgasm crashes over you. Your hands pull at his hair and rake down his arms, leaving red streaks for him to show off later.
Heâs enamored with the way you look when youâre cumming. The way your eyes squeeze shut as he continues to pound into you. He can feel his stomach tensing, his balls tightening up in preparation for his load but he holds off to keep fucking you. He holds back as long as he can in favor of watching you, the way your eyebrows pull inwards when the pleasure spills into overstimulation. You whine at him to stop thrusting into you, telling him itâs âtoo muchâ and that you âc-canât take itâ but it only spurs him further.
Heâs moaning your name on repeat as your senses are assaulted, pleasure stabbing between your legs with every thrust until Eddie cums hot and hard into your cunt. He folds forward with a painful groan and moans for you. His hips jerk into yours with every rope of cum that shoots out of his cock, coating and covering your walls as you milk him. He groans out when you're purposely tighten your pussy on him, prolonging and intensifying his orgasm. His arms give out and he basically collapses against you, moaning into your neck and kissing along it.Â
You stroke his hair as he gently thrusts into you, relishing how good you make him feel. He pulls his head from your neck and presses a loving kiss to your lips. You moan gently into his mouth and he whines in response before pulling away with a smile. He looks deep into your eyes as he presses a thumb to your bottom lip and kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close, his chest against yours and your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him inside you. One of his hands is behind your head, cradling it as he kisses you gently, his other running up and down your arm soothingly. You pull away from Eddie with a dazed smile that has his smile widening as he picks you up off his desk and across the office.Â
He gently places you on a couch he had installed for this specific reason, there were too many times heâd fuck you in his office and youâd have to leave almost immediately after because you needed sleep or you couldnât just stand in the corner. It made you both feel awful so he bought this couch. It barely went with the decor of his office but it was your favorite color so he doesnât care. He rests your head on a cushion before pulling a blanket over you and kissing your forehead. You watch him through sleepy eyes as he brings some papers, his laptop, and his glasses over to the couch. He gently lifts your legs, places them in his lap and his laptop on top of them earning a little snort from you. He turns to you quickly with a surprised smile. âYou still watching me? Go to sleep, baby.â He has a soft laugh throughout and rubs your leg lightly. You giggle at him and let sleep take you.Â
Thank you so much for reading! and thank you even more for requesting!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!
I need something borderline illegal. Like dark and twisted. Like I want to question my moral compass but read on.
Am I asking for dadâs best friend!Joel? pshhhhhh. Am I asking for bratty! reader?? Pshhhhhh. Am I asking for anything???
Am I asking for smutty smut?! Yes I am.
Ofc if you are uncomfortable with any of these donât hesitate to ignore this and also no pressure ily â¤ď¸
a/n: reader isn't bratty, im sorry! i forgot :((
sleep
pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!virgin!reader
summary: Joel canât stay away from you any longer. Â
warnings: 18+ MDNI, alcohol, voyeurism/somnophilia + dub-con, dry humping, cum in pants
wc: 4.0k
a/n: i hope this is dark enough!! the only reason the ask is a ss instead of the actual thing is cus i formatted the whole story then realized i forgot to put it in the reply to the ask (loosely proofread)
Itâs 2 am and Joel canât stop thinking about you. How youâre sleeping soundly in his room, in his bed, in his shirt as pajamas because you had âforgotten to pack someâ, something you both knew was a lie. He knows youâre toying with him, you started a bit before, but since youâve turned 18? It's just been on rapid fire.Â
He pulls out his phone and scrolls through your text thread, scoffing at every other conversation. It was so apparent, in every text, how badly you want him.Â
Mon, Aug 16 at 4:41 AM
bbg: big man! text me when u wake up i have a joke
You: Why are you awake at this time?
bbg: wtf why are YOU awake đ¤¨Â
You: I have trouble sleeping, you know that.
bbg: aww poor joey đ˘
You: Are you going to answer my question, darling?
bbg: im doing skincare and stuff
You: You have to wake up this early for that stuff?
bbg: canât put a price on feeling bonitaÂ
You: Why are you speaking Spanish now?
bbg: nevermind lmao
bbg: so have u tried meditation
You: What?
bbg: for your sleeping troubles
You: Iâm not that kind of guy.
bbg: what about getting off
You: Excuse me?Â
bbg: like masturbation n stuff
You: I know what youâre saying.
You: I donât understand why youâre talking about this with me.
bbg: we havenât even talked about it đÂ
bbg: obviously we can end the convo if ur uncomfy but its a very good way to fall asleep
He remembers needing a pause after he read that text for the first time. It had only been four months since your birthday and you were already drastically different. Joel never expected it, he always thought your feelings had already reached their limit but it turns out you were holding back because you werenât of age. Now that you are⌠He doesnât know what heâs going to do. His morals may not be strong enough for the thought of â his best friend's daughterâ to hold him back. Heâs already rationalized himself out of the âdaughter's best friendâ thought. Youâre not even going to school together anymore. Sarah lives on campus so you guys never see each other and you barely ever text.Â
You: I have not.
bbg: what? literally how?Â
bbg: you should
bbg: it totally works
You: Thatâs good to know.Â
You: Get back to your skincare, honey. Iâll message you later.Â
Mon, Aug 16 at 5:03 AM
bbg: joel?Â
Mon, Aug 16 at 5:37 AM
bbg: are you masturbating?Â
You: Sweetheart. You canât ask me things like that. Itâs not right.
bbg: u didnt answer! i got curious
You: Still.
bbg: i dont see the problem weâre both adults đŤ˘
You: Barely.
bbg: dont be mean
You: Do you need something
You: I said Iâd text you later
bbg: wow no punctuation?
You: Busy
bbg: getting off?Â
He remembers staring at your text, unbelieving that youâd send him something like that, so forward, so dirty. He remembers the thought that you were joking. Obviously, you donât expect him to say yes, thatâs why you asked in the first place. Maybe his perverted mind was interpreting your behavior as flirting but youâre just being yourself around him. All these thoughts were swirling in his head but the feeling of his hand flying over his cock, pretending itâs yours, that you're in his ear whispering to him... That thought was stronger, that feeling was stronger.Â
You: Yes.
bbg: good. have fun, joey
He gets up for his fourth beer, hoping to drown the impure thoughts, starring you, that plague his mind. Itâd be so easy to have you, youâve been throwing yourself at him since you turned 17. Heâs been ignoring it, adamantly. It wasnât right, despite the age difference, the fact that youâre his daughterâs best friend and his best friendâs daughter. On top of that, you only just turned 18.Â
Youâve been staying at Joelâs for a month. He takes the guest room because you say that his bed is better. You havenât gone home because your dad is still working on your birthday present/room renovations and he doesn't want you to see it until itâs done. He offered up Joelâs house to keep you, knowing his best friend wouldn't mind, unknowing that his best friend was corrupt for his daughter.Â
Joel was trying to ignore the way his body was heating up, still scrolling through the texts. He remembers that conversation perfectly. He remembers the adrenaline that was coursing through him as he confessed. He remembers how hard he came at your response. When thinking about this conversation he also remembers the guilt, itâs the most vivid emotion he remembers, usually. But the alcohol seems to be drowning that part out, and Joel scrolls on.Â
He finds a patch of texts that he actively avoids, usually. Itâs picture after picture of you in the most adorable outfits in the most suggestive positions. There are plenty of you lying on your back, some with your head turned to show off your perfectly curved, unmarked, un-bitten, neck. There are a few where youâre sitting down with the camera angled up, giving Joel too many situations his head can come up with. Then thereâs the worst one, his favorite- he doesnât even know how you took this one. Youâre sitting on your knees, hands rested on your thighs and youâre looking up at the camera with a shy smile.Â
There are two things about this photo that really fuck him up.Â
First, your smile, the way it lets him know that youâre trying to fuck him up, you know what youâre doing with this pose, this positioning, youâre even embarrassed by it, a little nervous about it but you still felt the need to take the photo, for him.Â
Second, the height, and the way the camera is positioned shows him that these photos were specifically crafted for him because the height the camera is at is exactly how heâd see you if you were on your knees like that for him.Â
You made sure that he noticed because the very next day, you needed him to tie a bow in your hair and instead of waiting for him to get off the couch you placed yourself on the ground, between his legs, in this pose. He had to hide his erection until you left and then fight the urge to get himself off in your room for the rest of the night.Â
He glances at his room door, youâre sleeping so soundly in there.
She wouldnât even notice if someone went in there right now. She definitely wouldnât notice me⌠Hell, as if sheâd mind either way⌠I mean- Would she?
The alcohol clouds his thoughts, gives him bad ideas, and then convinces him that theyâre good- this one being one of them. He grabs his almost-finished beer and heads to the fridge to grab a fifth one, knowing heâll be in there for a while.Â
He does this sometimes, you look so peaceful when you sleep⌠itâs the only time he can admire you without putting all his relationships at risk. He reaches the door and turns the knob slowly to avoid creaking. He enters the room, his socks padding his footsteps, and the darkness gives him no shadow. He moves one of your tops off of his desk chair and turns it to face your sleeping figure while placing his beers down. Youâre already bringing a smile to his face. Youâve got your face shoved into one of his pillows, your arm tucked under it, and your leg is pulled up to your waist, sticking out from under his tan comforter. Youâre wearing one of his hoodies for sleepwearâ
Fuck.
and it doesnât look like you have anything on your bottom half. Itâs a little cold in his room so little goosebumps have bloomed over your exposed skin. He takes a swig of beer, finishing his fourth as he examines you. Your face twitches for a moment, your eyebrows furrow, and your nose twitches like a rabbit before calming back down. He opens the other beer and fills his mouth with it, hoping that the alcohol stops the fluttering in his stomach while he drinks it down.Â
You shiver a bit but your leg doesnât move, the goosebumps just become more prominent. His hand is reaching out for you before he can think, rubbing your calf gently to soothe and warm you up a bit. You let out a relieved sigh at his contact and your leg presses further into his warmth. He has to take a deep breath as his mind runs wild, convincing him that this is some sort of sign, that even in youâre sleep youâre trying to be closer to him, that he should just give in.Â
No, sheâs your best friend's daughter. Sure sheâs her own person now, legally an adult, anâ can make decisions for herself⌠anâ yeah sheâs not owned or controlled by anyone and just cause Iâm friends with her father ainât a fair reason to completely rule her out from being a potential partner⌠Maybe it wouldnât be so bad⌠maybe itâs actually more fucked up for me to avoid her just cause of who birthed her. Thatâs totally not fair to her! I mean I know I wouldn't want anyone judging me based on who my parents are yâknow? Maybe I should put myself in her shoes.Â
His breathing speeds up as he breaks through his last piece of resistance. Now heâs just trying to figure out how soon he can have you.Â
Iâll have to court her first, flirt with her a bit before asking her out to dinner, then maybe sheâll accept my offer to be my girlfriend by the third date⌠From there maybe sheâll have sex with me for the three-month anniversary⌠she might be a bit more timid than that but weâre looking at a four- five-month plan⌠That can work- I can definitely work with that.
You whine and stretch your body, your legs straighten and your arms spread out, you turn and rest one arm on top of your head before you lift your leg, bending it above your waist but with the other one this time. The new position leaves the blanket covering nothing but one of your inner thighs and to add insult to injury your raised arms lift his hoodie, revealing a beautiful sliver of your stomach.Â
Or I could have her now.
The thought is too powerful to stop, his opportunity is too perfect, Ellie is out with whatever girl sheâs currently entertaining, and Sarah doesnât live here anymore. Your father would never be awake at this time and Joel is hard, wanting, and so so ready for you. Heâs crawling into bed beside you after downing half his beer for the nerves.Â
He shouldnât. He knows he shouldnât.Â
He settles next to you and your leg presses into him again, searching for him and his warmth. You slowly turn to him as he stares at you, watching how sluggish your movements are in your sleep. You snuggle into the pillow in front of him and take a long inhale of its scent, a little smile resting on your lips while you breathe out. Your face is inches from his, and his hand is down his pants in an instant.Â
The relief is heavenly, heâs been throbbing for you since he read those texts. He canât help the way he reacts to you. He can smell your toothpaste on your breath as you gently snore in front of him. He wraps his warm hand around his cock and his soft lips part into an âOâ. His eyes roll back for a second but he immediately focuses them back on you. Heâs tugging at himself violently, not even thinking about savoring this moment, just needing to cum for you. Heâs trying to hold in his sounds but you look so pretty, just seeing your face while heâs touching himself makes everything better, somehow youâve turned his sensitivity as high as it can go.
Little whines and whimpers slip into your dream state. Youâre confused by the sound, the rustling that coming fromâ? In front of you? Your brows furrow as you try to open your eyes. âFuckâ You hear someone say. It sounds likeâŚÂ
You open your eyes just in time to see Joel yank his hand out of his sweatpants and scramble as far as he can get from you before falling off the bed. Youâre still confused as you take his form in. His shirt has ridden up a bit, exposing the salt and pepper hairs on his tummy. His hair is sticking all over the place, he stinks of beer, and his eyes are wide, focused on you. âJoey?â
Despite the horrid situation heâs in, his cock is still leaking for you, pulsing at the nickname. He canât answer, he has to bite back a moan as he feels himself leak into the fabric of his pants. âJoel? Whatââ Your eyes flutter, almost falling shut but you shake yourself out of it andâ Fuck.
You move closer to him.Â
Youâre too snuggly when youâre sleeping, too cute, and too dumb. Youâre not even questioning why your fatherâs best friend was in bed with you while you were sleeping. You don't want to risk him leaving and you donât mind in the first place, you actually thought you were dreaming at first. Your heart almost stopped when your fingers actually latched onto his shirt after reaching out for him. Heâs stiff as a board, deterring your touch so you pull your hands into your chest and bury your face in his.Â
Joel is almost shaking in exertion as you press your soft little body against his. Itâs just your upper half, leaning into him and finding wam solace in his chest. He can handle this, he thinks. He can calm down, and be with you like this. Heâs supposed to court you first anyway, he canât believe himself. Was he really going to just get off with you in the same bed? What kind of pervert would even try something like that?
You hike your leg up over his waist, half asleep, not realizing your motions.Â
All his perverted feelings return with a vengeance.Â
You wiggle around a bit, trying to get comfortable but his cock twitches, flicking into your soft lips for a moment. At first, you really didnât know what it was, all you knew was that the sensation felt good. So of course you chased it. Your hips grind into his cock arrhythmically, trying to find that same angle again, not realizing that youâre basically fucking him through your clothes. His hands have to come to your hips, gripping painfully for your eyes to snap open and your hips to freeze.Â
Your eyes widen further when you finally process the situation, and even in all your teasing and sensuality, at the end of the day, youâre still just a virgin. You never had any real intention of acting on your desires, especially if Joel wasnât the one initiating.Â
Oh fuck. What did I do? What do I do? Heâs just staring at me⌠Maybe he didnât notice, I didnât! But it felt so good. Will he let me? Maybe if Iâ
Your hips tilt into his before you can process whether this is actually a good idea or not. His hand tense over yours, like another shock of clarity through your bones. You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to see the disgust or uncomfortable pity in his face. âIâm so sorry, Joel. I didnât⌠I-â
You try not to let tears well in your eyes as you whimper and pull back from him. But he doesnât let you. His arms tense, his muscles flexing as he keeps your body pressed against his. You open your eyes, a bit shocked at his refusal to let you go but still too scared to meet his eyes. Your gaze is on his stomach, the way his gray shirt rode up, exposing the way his belly keeps tensing with every breath. âI-â He manages to get out before letting out a shuddering sigh. You finally look at him.Â
His eyebrows are pulled taut in between his eyes, his gaze is something youâve never seen before, and he almost looks angry. Itâs desperate, but sorrowful, with the added haze from his intoxication. He keeps biting at his bottom lip, worrying it red as he tries to form a sentence for you. His hands tense over your hips again but this time they tilt you into him again. His face is a hard grimace as he slowly presses you into his raging bulge. You watch him fight with his expression, it keeps breaking into something weak before he goes back to his angry pout. You canât help the way you press into him, you want to feel it again, that fire in the pit of your stomach that spreads to your soaking pussy the more he pulls you in. You watch his face contort into something heavenly. His brows pull up, almost shocked at how good you feel as his eyes roll back and shut. His entire body shakes as he melts into the pillow. Heâs breathing deep and slowly, trying to regulate the pleasure he feels.Â
Now heâs focused on savoring the moment. He wants this to last as long as it possibly can. Youâre making him feel incredible, heâs so sensitive, itâs like heâs been edging himself for you. You whimper, high-pitched and muffled but itâs so beautiful that he forces his eyes open. You have one hand gripping the bedsheet like itâs your lifeline and you have the other bitten between your teeth to hold your sounds in. Your hips are grinding into him at an uneven, unsteady, desperate pace and heâs mesmerized by the sight.
He knew you wanted him. He didnât know you needed him. Youâre fucking yourself against his cock like youâve been waiting for it your whole life. Your hand comes up to grip his shoulder instead of the bedsheet. He grunts and tilts his hips further into yours, a sadistic smirk coming to his face at the sound of exclamation that shoots from your mouth once youâre able to grind your clit against his shaft. Your thrusts start to stutter at that, your body constantly wanting to fold in on itself from the assault of pleasure but you try and will yourself to keep going.Â
Unfortunately, your pace is ruined by your pleasure. Your sensitive body canât handle how good his clothed cock is making you feel. You lose your pace and your pleasure becomes rocky and teasing. He watches as your face changes from pleasured to pouty. Little whimpers and whines of frustration slip from your lips, growing in volume and frequency the longer youâre unable to grind against him properly. Joelâs watching you through hooded eyes, fingers digging into your hips painfully at this point and all he wants is to not cum yet. He wants to make you cum first, he needs it, he needs to see it, to hear it.Â
Heâs been telling himself itâs fine because youâre grinding against him, not the other way around. Youâre choosing this, thereâs no way heâs manipulating you, or swaying your decision if he stays completely indifferent. But youâre begging him now. Youâre gripping desperately at his shirt, removing your hand from your mouth to grip him harder and pulling yourself closer, wrapping your arms around and moaning right against his chest. He shouldnât. He canât. But he does.
His eyes shut tight as his hands leave your hips. You almost climb on top of him in protest, whining a loud âN- Please.â into his chest as your leg hikes higher onto his waist. One of his hands cradles your head, pulling you further into his chest, muffling the moans youâre already letting out at his touch. His other hand goes to the small of your back, pressing you against him perfectly and guiding your rhythm as your hips start up again. He dares to speak. âSâthis okay, baby?â
Your reaction to his voice is visceral. Your hands shoot up to his shoulder and hair, pulling yourself up a bit to bury in his neck, getting a new angle from his cock, now fucking him against your leaking hole. âSo good, Joey. Thank- Thank you sâmuch. Thank you, thank you.â Your gratitude is like a searing knife through him. His entire body is set alight as he tries to regulate his breathing. He can feel goosebumps break out on his skin, his pleasure filling every molecule in his body, ready to overflow for you. Fuck. Heâs definitely going to cum before you.Â
âMm. Good, good girl. Just- Keep going, sweetness, take whatâ Shit. Take what you need, darlinâ.â His breathing quickens and shudders as your hips increase their pace against him. Heâs leaking continuously now, heâs getting in his head, trying to stop himself from cumming but every thought that pops into his mind just brings him closer to the edge. He canât focus on anything but you. Youâre moaning for him, grinding against him, this desperate for him.Â
The hand on your lower back migrates to the back of your neck, gripping you there, holding you in place as his hips begin to thrust into yours. âMâgonna cum, darlinâ. Fuck, I wanted t- wanted to last for y- Mmm oh fuck.â His entire body starts to tremble as your nails dig into him so painfully heâs sure they drew blood. Your eyes are comically wide as your body tenses in his hold before breaking down into a shudder that overtakes your entire being. Youâre cumming.Â
He explodes at the realization. In all his desperation, intoxication, and pure need⌠He was still able to make you cum first. He buries his face in your hair, huffing the scent as he floods his sweatpants. His eyes shut as tightly as they can as his orgasm tears through him. Heâs been waiting so long for you to make him cum and now that itâs happening, it feels even better than he planned for. His low grunts turn into shocked moans when his orgasm doesnât stop after shooting two ropes of cum against his sweats. Youâre already coming down as he hits what feels like his second peak. You can feel his hands shaking over where theyâre gripping you and you get an impulse that you act on without a second thought.Â
Your hand slides down from his shoulder quickly, over the sliver of stomach heâs showing off, and right down his pants. You donât know what youâre doing so you just grip him, wrapping your hand around his shaft but it seems to do the trick. He lets out a sound that resembles someone getting kicked in the gut. His face is pulled from your hair as his head is thrown back. He arches into you a bit before his hips start thrusting into your fist, desperately prolonging his already overwhelming orgasm. Itâs embarrassing; how long he was cumming for, the way his body was violently quivering for you, the ludicrously large dark spot spreading over his pants, showcasing how much he came for you.Â
He moans gently when he comes to. Youâre stroking over his chest with a soft, sleepy, nervous smile. He pulls you in for a kiss before he can think about it. You guys havenât discussed anything. Neither of you knows what this means for your relationship but you know that neither of you has felt more comfortable than when youâre in the arms of the other. So why question it now?Â
You fall into a deep sleep listening to Joelâs heavy snores, getting rocked to bed by the way his chest expands. Itâs the best sleep of your life.Â
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warnings: 18+ MDNI, feelings, piv, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, kinda subby Joel at the end (lmk if i forgot anything)
wc: 4.0k
a/n: if you've read my fic 'soft' then you've already read this. this is the end! i hope u guys enjoyed!!
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Confusion flows through your mind but you go along with him, assuming itâs just some outdated terminology. âYeah? You gonna fuck me in your bed, Joel?â He is so shocked by your response. He doesnât understand why youâre being so aggressive about it. Heâs trying to be gentle, and loving but you seem to reject it. He gives you a brief but genuine smile before leading you to his room, his hand in yours.Â
Your heart is racing as you follow Joel to his bedroom. This would be the first time youâll be having sex with someone you care about, someone you love. You wondered if it would feel any different when he was shattering your hips with his own, would there still be that soft look of adoration in his eyes? You donât see how the two could go together.Â
You get to his room and he shuts the door quietly. âCan you stay still, honey?â He rolled his sleeves up, only halfway, showing off his thick forearms. Heâs circling you as he questions you, holding eye contact and stopping in front of you. âI- I wanna undress you.â
Your throat feels like itâs closed.Â
Undress me? Why would he want to- That doesnât seem very time-efficient⌠Oh, but look at him.Â
His eyes are silently and subconsciously begging you to let him. You let him.Â
He takes a deep breath and his eyes rake down your body the moment you nod at him. He grabs your hips, pulling you to him with a boyish grin before running his fingers along the hem of your shirt. They tickle your skin softly as he brings them up, bunching the fabric before pulling it over your head. He looks right into your eyes as he does this. That soft look digs into your chest, it feels like you may explode.Â
He only breaks away from your gaze to throw your shirt on a chair in the corner. He brings his empty hand to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb across your skin as a sort of apology for diverting his attention. He looks back at you with a smile so gentle you may melt.Â
Your knees almost give out when he unbuttons your pants, he sticks his thumbs in the back of your waistband, leaning into you. Heâs so close. Heâs so close. Heâs smirking like he knows you want to kiss him. He leans forward, licking his lips before abruptly ducking down, pulling your pants with him.Â
You let out a surprised squeal that has him smiling up at you. Your hand comes up to bury itself in his hair before you realize it. You admire the softness of it, how fluffy it is. His eyes droop, getting a foggy, clouded look in them as he stares up at you.Â
Make it good for him! Everyone likes it rough.Â
You pull it, much harder than necessary, and watch his eyebrows crease in what you assume is arousal as he grunts again. He lifts from his kneeling position and kisses you, a little harder than he did before.Â
His hands were running down your back, cupping your ass, and then stroking down your thighs. Heâs breathing heavily against your face as his hands squeeze your inner thigh. They roam all over your body but never go where you want them, where you need them.Â
âOkay, Joel. Enough I need you. I- I need you.â He smiles underneath his bitten lip as you push him away and gesture to his entire body. âTake them off⌠Off!âÂ
Youâre basically ripping your undergarments off and running to him, unbuttoning his shirt for him as he takes off his pants. The moment your hands push his shirt open heâs kissing you instead. He walks you both onto the bed, tripping over his pants with a giggle before landing safely on the covers. You waste no time in climbing over him, whining out when his cock rubs along your soaked pussy. He lifts himself to try and kiss you but youâre not looking at him. Youâre trying to push his dick into your soaking, aching pussy.Â
âShit- Damn. Fuck, honey.â He slams himself back onto the bed, his hands tighten around your hips as you position your legs beneath you and slam your hips onto him. It fucking burns. Youâre wet and open but heâs huge, the stretch of his fat cock burns inside you as his tip jams itself into your cervix painfully. You bit off more than you can chew. Joel is grunting harshly beneath you so you power through, attempting to hide your grimace as you let out half-honest moans.Â
âFuck- No. No, no, stop, baby.â His hands force you down and hold you there, rendering you immobile as he sits up. Youâre watching his abs clench as he sits up with no assistance but his pure muscle, they only move to his face when he clears his throat.Â
Youâre embarrassed now, under the impression that youâve done something wrong, something he didnât like. You wouldnât know what to do if that were the case⌠You were doing what you normally do⌠You don't know any special moves or anything like that. âDid- You didnât like it..?â
You ask as timidly as possible, hoping he could hear it and would be gentle.Â
âI- I mean I guess but itâs not what I want.â Confusion and a bit of anger flares inside you. How were you supposed to know what he wanted?Â
âOkay well, what do you want then, Joel?â His brows furrow and he brings a hand up to caress your face again.Â
âI want to make love to you. I told you that.â Thereâs that fucking term again.Â
âI donât know what that means, Joel! Isnât it the same as fucking? I donât get it.â His brows unfurrow instantly, becoming soft and a bit upturned in what seemed to be concern. And to add insult to injury⌠you can feel him softening inside you.Â
âWhat do you mean?â His voice is much softer than yours, but it frustrates you. You struggle not to roll your eyes at him.Â
âI do not know what that means. I do not understand.â You talk slower than necessary, not actually explaining anything. Youâre being a brat. He tilts his head at you, giving a gut-wrenching, disappointed look. He kisses your cheeks and tells you to be nice, that heâs just trying to understand you.
âNo⌠Itâs not the same as fuckinâ. Itâs gentle and lovinâ. Itâs me takinâ my time with you, gettinâ you to open up for me.â You can feel his dick filling back up, stretching you out beautifully. âItâs me learninâ about what you like, showinâ you what I think youâd like, and getting you to cum around me and for me as long as I can. Itâs more focused on- on love rather than lust. Iâm- Iâm bettinâ youâve never had that thoughâŚâÂ
You hear sadness leak into his voice as he ends his sentence, watching you avert your gaze. He watches frustration and shame creep onto your face. âSo what? I donât even- I donât think I even like it that way. Slow? It already takes me long enough to cum⌠I donât need to be here for hours on end, Joel.â
He shakes his head at you sadly. âYou would like it, baby.â He has one hand back on your hip as the other spreads out, his large hand spread over your back as he slowly flips you both over. âI- fuck, I know youâd love it, honey.â His words resonate deep in your core, bringing a new wave of wetness to run over his cock. âOh-â His hips stutter into yours as though he could feel the extra cream flowing over his dick. âYeah, oh youâd- I think youâll like it, darlinââ
He places you on the bed and finishes talking before kissing you and raising to straighten himself out. His hips thrust slowly into yours and fuck does it feel good. I mean of course it does, Joel is towing over you like a Greek god and his cock is sliding within your walls smoothly, stimulating every nerve it comes across. You start to buck your hips, impatient with the slow build of the pleasure. You wanted something explosive, something that will leave you heaving for breath and you cannot comprehend how you could possibly get there like this.Â
Joel smiles, shakes his head at your agitation, and presses his hands down onto your sporadic hips, forcing them to stay on the bed. âNo. Softly, baby. Be gentle with me, câmon.â He continues his rhythm before, rocking into you with breathless pants. Your pleasure felt just out of reach and it was insanely maddening. âCalm down.â He tells you in a low, warning tone. You swear he can read your mind.Â
âTell me.â He leans down so his lips are right by your ear. He places a kiss on your temple and looks down at where the two of you connect, shoving his hair in your face. âDo you like this?â He keeps at his regular pace, the frustrating, agitating, insanely maddening pace. âOr⌠Do you-â He lets out a shuddering sigh right next to your ear, your eyes nearly rolling back at the faint sound. âOr do you like this?â
His pace changes into something indescribable. His hips are swiveling into yours and hitting eighteen different pleasure points at once. Your arms come up to grip his biceps, one instantly sliding down to his lower back to encourage him to keep it up. âOh-â You sound shocked and out of breath. âOh. I like that one, Joel. This one. I like this one- pleaseâ His pace speeds up and he moans at the sound of your whimper. His attention is finally pulled from where you both meet and heâs looking right into your eyes. This man and his fucking eye contact.Â
Itâs doing something to you⌠the way heâs looking at you. Itâs burning into your stomach and has you clenching around him, pulling another ragged, angelic moan from his lips, hitting your lips directly due to his position. You lean up and kiss him as much as you can, most of your brain had shut off the moment he flipped you both over.Â
He was hitting so deep inside you, a whole section that you didn't know existed. His cock is slowly sliding over every ridge in your pussy, his veins stimulating your sensitive walls. âJoel-âÂ
It slips out like a whimper as your moans release. Youâre suddenly on 100% volume, unable to hold anything in. You never learned how. You thought you just didnât moan against your own will, never having been in enough pleasure to let out authentic moans.Â
Your hand comes from his lower back to slap over your mouth, desperately trying to hold all your noises in but Joel rips it away. âDonât do- fuck you feel so fuckinâ good- Fuck, donâ cover up your- your moans, please. Fuck I wanna hear âemâ He intertwines your fingers with his and holds your hand next to your head. He straightens himself as much as he can while keeping your fingers interlocked so he can grind into you more deliberately. Heâs angling himself a million different ways until you convulse onto yourself. You try to hold in a scream as he fucks into⌠something. Itâs almost painful, the way pleasure punches through your body with every thrust.Â
âYeah?- God fuckinâ dammit."
His hips stutter as you involuntarily suffocate his dick in your pussy. âFuck- Is that it? Your special spot, honey? I got it dead on, huh?â Heâs wearing an irritatingly calm smirk as he teases you. You, on the other hand, can barely breathe.
Youâre clawing at anything you can get a hold of, his arms, the back of his neck, his back. You feel like you could cry- or throw up at the otherworldly pleasure Joel is forcing onto you. Your mouth is perpetually open, spewing out moans every other second. Your eyes keep rolling back into your head despite your attempts to look at Joel. You canât even wrangle together enough thoughts to coherently explain how good it feels, how good heâs making you feel. âJo- Joel. F-â Youâre cut off with a whine as he pushes himself into you more forcefully. âJoey, please- Youâre right itâs sâmuch better. Shit- Joel!-â You let out a more devastating moan than you have all night, causing Joel to groan out in response. Your eyes open to look at him and heâs staring right at you, his eyes are something youâve never seen, theyâre dark and threatening, like a lion stalking its prey. But in this situation the lion is in love with the gazelle, itâs evident in his eyes, all over his fucking face as he moans for you.Â
âOf course âm r- right- Fuck, youâve really got no clue how- how fuckinâ-â His statement melts into a whimpering moan as he bends back down to moan into your ear. âYou feel fuckinâ heavenly, darlinâ.â
It creeps up on you out of fucking nowhere. A moan rips through your chest and destroying throat as you cum around him, his words pushing you to the edge. âOh fu-uck. Yeah? Sâthat good, baby? Fuckinâ- fuckinâ c-cumming all over my cock with no warning, love? Oh fuck me youâre s-so good, sweetheart.âÂ
His words fuel your world-demolishing, soul-shattering, mind fuckingly amazing orgasm. You can feel the pleasure coursing through your veins like molten gold. Your entire body is vibrating, youâre lifting off the bed into an ethereal plane as Joel keeps thrusting into you, moaning soft praises in your ear as you gush all over his cock. Your eyes are permanently in the back of your skull as your hand runs frantically all over his body, trying to find something to ground you, to keep you from flying away on the cloud of pleasure Joel was providing for you.Â
He slows his thrusts in favor of you. Your moans had begun to get a bit desperate, all over the place, feverish and distraught as your pleasure bubbled over into overstimulation. Joel is kissing your neck softly, whispering even more soft words laced with love as your soul returns to your body with a broken whine of his name. He pulls his face out of your neck with a smile, his hips still thrusting into you slowly, just toeing the line of overstimulation. It has you losing your mind. Youâre writhing against him as he smirks at you. âDo you want more? I can keep going, baby. Iâll go slow, soft, just like this.âÂ
He gets a bit breathy at the end, his free hand comes up to cup your face as the one holding yours tenses for a moment. His head drops onto your shoulder as most of his body collapses onto you. Heâs still thrusting into you gently as he groans out against your neck. âFuck me. Youâre turning me into a fuckinâ teenager again. Canât fuckinâ control shit. O-oh I wanna make you cum again, sweetheart.â His hips speed up as he rambles to you. You lean away from him a bit, forcing his head from your shoulder, and turn to look at him.Â
He looks so wrecked. His lips are trembling, glossy, and red from all his biting. You didn't even notice. His eyes are on yours but they regularly lose focus, crossing gently or rolling into his head with a groan. âYouâre makinâ me feel so fucking good, love. I just want you to feel as good- I wanna make you cum again.â He sounds more desperate than you couldâve ever imagined, your hand slides up the back of his neck and buries itself in his hair, scratching at his scalp softly, causing his eyes to cross lightly as he moans against you, hips stuttering. âLet me. Let me, let me. Let me pl-leaseâ
His unabashed begging has you clenching around him erratically, pulling a ruined groan from his lips. âM-make me cum again, Joel. Câmon, baby. I want-â Heâs already moaning into your mouth as you speak, his hips fucking into you unsteadily. Youâre already close from the intensity of the moment, Joelâs hand cradling your face, your hand in his hair. His head is resting against yours, forehead to forehead but his eyes are still open, piercing your soul and your heart with the love that's residing in them, it has your pussy clenching around him desperately. Heâs moaning out shamelessly, loudly, and right into your face, into your mouth.Â
âIâm gonna- I need you to c-cum. Holy sh-â You cut him off with a wet, searing kiss thatâs mostly groans and whines into the mouth of the other. Your hips lift off the bed to buck into him softly, grinding your clit into the patch of curls that rests on his pelvis. Heâs smiling at your movements, the contrast in how they were when he started with you. âY-yeah. Good, baby. Soft. Just l-like that, sweetheart. Youâre so fuckinâ pure.â His eyes roll back into his head as your pussy begins to flutter around him. You can feel it this time, building inside you. The coil in your stomach tightens as you feel the angelic feeling inch back into your veins. Your hands grip his hair more desperately, pulling his ear to your lips as your orgasm begins to spill over.Â
âIâm- Iâm cumming, Joey.â Youâre voice stabs into him. The high-pitched and desperate, shocked innocence in it has him twitching inside you. His pace is ruined the moment you utter those words into his ear. He can feel his eyes cross and shoot to the back of his head as he falls into your shoulder again and starts to cum inside you.Â
Itâs more than heavenly, cumming at the same time as you. His cock is throbbing, shooting out thick, heavy, ropes of his cum inside you as your pussy pulses in time with him, milking him for everything he has. He canât breathe, all the air has punched out of him as he tries to warn you that heâs cumming. He wants to moan out for you, call your name over and over to hear you work yourself up into those whining moans you canât help but let out. He gathers enough strength to push himself up and look at you. He feels like a whole new round of cum spews out of him at the sight. Your eyes are crossed as you moan out at the ceiling. Heâs vaguely aware of the way your hand has twisted and tightened in his hair as you cum, your nails digging into his other hand. Heâs smiling through the second round of cum that pumps into you, deliriously happy with how hard heâs made you cum. You sound like youâre in the same situation as him, all the air suddenly gone from your lungs. Youâre just letting out barely perceptible moans of his name on loop.Â
His thighs shake as his dick finally stops pouring into you. He looks down at the ring of white sitting on the base of his dick and groans. He looks back up at you, wanting to show you the mess youâve made on him but youâre still so far gone. Your pussy pulses around him arrhythmically as you mutter up at the ceiling, your hand stroking through his hair subconsciously.Â
Heâs able to come down before you. He pulls out and lays next to you, his head on your chest while heâs muttering those same, soft praises into your ear as your soul tries to find its way back to your body again. You follow the sound of his low praises, grounding you and pulling you back to reality. â-baby. Iâm so in love with you. Thank you so fuckinâ much for waitinâ for me, I know it was hard, but I love you so fuckinâ much. Youâre so incredible, so so incredible, baby. The best lady I know, the only lady I wanna know. You-â You have a faint, tired smile spreading across your face as he goes on, sounding more out of it than you feel.
âI love you so much, Joel.â You mean to say it softly, fondly but it comes out as something more like a sob. He gasps and looks up at you, thatâs when you notice the tears that have escaped your eyes. âThis is so embarrassingâŚâ Your hands wipe at your escapee tears furiously as Joel watches you in shock.
âHey,â He starts to wipe some of your tears away alongside you, although much more softly than your own hands. â Sânot embarrasinâ.â He places an endearing kiss to your lips. âI think itâs so fuckinâ cute. The cutest things Iâve seen in years, honestly.âÂ
You giggle at his exaggeration and kiss his cheeks. âIâm beinâ serious, baby.â Heâs giggling too now, placing kisses all over your face, stopping every tear that slips out with his lips.
âI love you so much, Joel.â You take a deep breath as his kisses slow. âIt feels like my heart is being choked, squeezed, and like thrown around in my chest whenever Iâm with you. I donât even have the vocabulary to explain how much I feel for you.â His eyes are wide and a bit watery as you speak. One hand is on the top of your head, running over your hair as you speak while the other is on your him, his thumb stroking over the skin, sometimes lifting to draw specific patterns. âI wish I had a way to make you feel what I feel toward you, Joel. Itâs so fucking much. I feel like itâs gonna explode and pour out of every orifice.â He chuckles and kisses you again, this one feels more emotional, more loving, grateful, and comforting.Â
âThere you go, talkinâ all proper again.â He kisses you again shortly. âI- I feel the same way darlinâ. Except I know even less words to use to explain it to âya. Fuck I- I fuckinâ I wish I could tell âya. You- You feel like- like my whole world. If that makes sense⌠No, no it doesnât, does it? Damn. I- Shit.â You place a hand on his face and make him look at you.Â
âYou donât have to say as many things as I did. Youâve already shown me that you love me, through your actions⌠through this. I didnât even know it could be like that, Joel. That it could- could feel that⌠good. I didnât know it was a thing and then you came in- with all your love and softness and you showed me a whole new side of everything. I already know⌠is what Iâm trying to say. I know you love me, Joel. I just hope you know that I love you.â
A single tear slips out of his baby cow eyes and he quickly wipes it away with a smile. âI- I know, baby. Trust me, I know.â He smiles wider and brighter than youâve ever seen, heâs blinding you with its beauty before laying back down on the bed next to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you onto him.Â
âYouâre gonna stay right? Sleep in here with me?â You shake your head, disapointedly, against his stomach.
âObviously Iâm staying here, Joel.â The sigh of relief he lets out almost breaks your heart. You place a few kisses on his belly for reassurance. âIâm not going anywhere.â
When he chuckles at it he sounds far away, sleepy, adorable. âOkay⌠Good. Good, I want you to stay⌠âM gettinâ tired though, honey.â As if on cue a yawn makes its way up and out of your throat. âYeah me too. Goodnight, Joey.â
He sighs and you canât see it, but a smile splits his face the moment he hears the nickname. âGânight, my love.â
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, f!oral sex, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 2.7k
A/N: pretty sure the truck was Tommyâs but weâll pretend it was Joelâs
You and Joel were on a supply run, nothing you havenât done a million times before. You guys were wandering around, looking for anything you could find when you heard him let out a sharp gasp. You grip your gun reflexively and start looking around for whatever he saw, but you find nothing.Â
âAww look at this!â Heâs admiring a bloody, muddy, beat-down truck. Heâs crouching, groaning at his knees when he stands back up to circle the truck. âWowâŚâ He actually sounds in awe⌠you don't get it.
âJoel, that truck is in horrible condition.â You deadpan. He turns to you with a childlike glee in his eyes. âNo! Donât say that! Sheâs jusâ a fixer upper thatâs all.â He pats her hood with a smile. âLooks just like my old truck, from before⌠Of course, mine was cleaner⌠yeah.â
He runs his finger through the coat of dirt with a sad sigh. âI kept her so nice, so clean.â He glances over at you with a shy smile. âI woulda taken you to a real nice place in her, make it a long drive jusâ to show off for yaâ.â It warms your heart, the softness of his fantasy, the domesticity of it. Â
âYeah? Iâd be so impressed too.â You make your way over to him, admiring the truck a bit. âI used to love a guy with a truck, especially those ones that need a step to get in.â
You see excitement fly over his face as he holds a finger up to you and rushes to the side of the car, opens the passenger side door, and showcases the step at the bottom of the doorway. âSee! You woulda been so impressed.â He sounds a bit deflated at the lost opportunity, you try and indulge him.Â
âWhere would you take me?â The light returns to his eyes when he turns to you. âWhereâd yaâ wanna go?â He stands quickly and rushes to stand in front of you, to watch you answer as though he really needed to know. âUh- I think Iâd love to go to a drive-in theater⌠especially with a truck!â His smile is wider than youâve seen in a while.
âYeah! Yeah, Iâd get some blankets, and make the back all nice and comfortable for yaâ. Youâd be so impressed with me, baby, I swear.â This felt like it was bordering on self depreciation talk and you wouldnât have it. âJoel. Iâm already impressed with how well our date nights go. Weâre living on a commune in the apocalypse yet I still feel like the most important thing when Iâm with you. Thatâs the most important thing to me.â
His eyes meet yours sadly. âI have more charm with the truck though.â He has a shy smile on his face as he says it, embarrassed at how true he believes it is. You laugh at his claim. âSure, Joel. The only appeal this truck has to me⌠is that there are more places to fuck you in. Other than that, it doesn't serve much purpose.â You watch his face contort in shock for a moment before turning slightly pink. You giggle at his reaction and tell him you guys have to get a move on.Â
Youâve taken a few steps when you realize you donât hear him behind you. You look around and donât see him at first, then you notice heâs gotten in the truck.Â
His obsession is gonna get us stuck out here after sundown.Â
You shake your head and make your way back to the truck, his jacket is off, and his back is turned to you. âJoel, what are you doing? You canât fix the truckâ He turns to you and his face is still red, his chest is lightly heaving and thereâs a bulge in his pants. âNo, but I can still fuck you in it.âÂ
You look down at the seat to see heâs laid his jacket out for you, so sure that youâre going to let him fuck you in this fake copy of his old truck. Heâs right.Â
You smile and he reaches his hand out for you to take as you climb in. He watches you press yourself up from the step and almost fall into him. He catches you with a chuckle and your lips are already pressing into his. He groans against your lips at your desperation, at the way youâre already trying to lick into his mouth, repositioning yourself so you can try and wiggle your way onto his lap.Â
He smiles into the kiss, pulls your hips away from him, and starts sliding them down, letting you lean back against the seat cushions. He pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees before just diving in. His head buries itself between your legs before you can gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive skin.Â
His tongue is licking across anything he can reach, trying to taste every part of you. One of his hands pulls away from its painful grip on your thighs to unzip his pants. His cock is pressing painfully into the denim as you mewl above him, whining for more, for him to stop and just fuck you, you donât even know what you want. Joel brings that hand up to lay across your waistline, pressing your hips down against the fabric of his jacket.Â
You feel bad because you know youâre making a mess on it. Youâre soaked by the way Joel was trying to drink you up, at the groans and grunts heâs letting out between your legs and the way his hips have started to slowly grind his aching cock against the seats.Â
Your hips slowly begin to rock into his face, your hands come down to hold his head in place as you do. He groans your name into your pussy as you use him, riding his nose as his tongue tries to wiggle its way inside you. His eyes are shut in concentration but they shoot open to look at you when you start moaning his name. âJoel. C- Joel Iâm close- so close, Joel. Joel-âÂ
Your hushed voice comes out as a whimper as you try and warn him. Joel is lost in the way you say his name. The way you feel the need to have it on repeat as you cum, like itâs the only thought in your head.Â
His hand comes down to palm his raging bulge, relieving some of the tension thatâs been building as he fucks into the dirty seats. Heâs pulsing for you, to get inside you, to fuck you in his this truck.Â
His eyes close at the thought. In an alternate universe, Joel thinks youâd be softer. Youâre already so sweet and sensitive for him but without the added sense of danger, Joel thinks youâd be a mess for him. Just melting all over whenever he touched you.Â
Heâd be more affectionate too, get you into that headspace that makes everything fuzzy. Keep caressing you until all you can do is cling to him and ramble deliriously about how good he makes you feel. Heâd love to have the opportunity to take his time with you, bring you so high that you feel like youâll never come down, and then throw you over the edge.Â
âJOEL-â His name comes out as a shouted gasp before youâre creaming all on his tongue. His eyes roll back behind his shut lids as he desperately tries to drink up all your juices. Heâs relishing your taste, moaning praises to you from buried between your legs. He knows you canât hear them but he means them so truthfully he doesnât even need you to, he just canât stop them from tumbling out of his mouth.Â
You have to tug his hair to get him out, to stop him from. overstimulating you to the point of immobility. âJoel. S- You s-said youâd fuck me.âÂ
Youâre whining for him, already begging for more and he is more than willing to give it to you. Heâs already pushing himself off the ground, pulling his jeans down, and climbing over you with a smirk. Youâre wearing a pout thatâs reluctantly turning into a shy smile under his gaze. He helps you pull your pants completely off your legs before spreading you open.Â
He has one leg over his shoulder and the other resting on his hip, his hands are clutching each ankle as he smiles down at you. âWanna put me in, baby?â His accent makes the words slide out of his throat like honey, spilling from his lips like theyâre the sweetest syrup.Â
Your pussy is already squeezing down on nothing, begging him to stretch you. He chuckles at the whimper you let out before grabbing his thick cock and lining him with your entrance. You can feel his tip resting so far outside where your hole sits naturally and your heart begins to race. You can tell Joel is having the same thoughts by the way his gaze is focused on where you two are touching, where his tip is just leaking into your hole. His breaths are coming out in small pants and heâs trying to stop his hips from thrusting his cock inside you, pushing his way through.Â
You wiggle your hips slowly, trying to ease him in. His tip slides in quicker than you expected, you flinch and moan at the sensation, winning a rare whine from Joel as his tip catches on your ever-constricting pussy. His hand has to leave one of your legs to push your hips down onto the seats, ensuring that you donât take any more of him in.Â
If you did, Joel thinks heâd blow his load instantly.Â
Now youâre whining on his tip, begging him for more as he squeezes the base of his dick, trying to will his load to stay at bay. Your whines start to get a bit weaker, more watery and you start to sniff. Joelâs eyes snap to yours and see your face turned away from him with little steaks of water from wiped tears on your cheeks. He reaches for you immediately.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong, honey? Does it hurt? Wanâ me tâtake it out, baby? Câmon, talk to me.â
You turn to Joel and shake your head with a sad smile before trying to kiss him but he turns away to whisper in your ear. âGotta tell me whatâs wrong first, darlinâ.â
He lets you cling to him, a hand still on your hip as you try to coax more of his cock into you, wiggling your hips and clenching rhythmically to try and convince him to push into you as you let it little sobs into his neck. âJ- Just need you s- so bad J- Joel. I need it, need you.â
He swears his vision blurs for a moment. Heâs heard you say this to him countless times and it turns him on, sure. But heâs always known you say it for that specific reason.Â
This time, however, it feels like you really mean it. The way your body is crying- the way youâre literally crying for him. Itâs all too much, it doesnât feel real. He canât believe the way he makes you feel so good, itâs all he wants; to make you feel good. His cock wonât stop pulsing inside you, heâs trying to calm down but your whines for him are almost too much.Â
He starts thrusting into you, he doesnât work his way up to the brutal pace heâs currently at. He started that way, fueled by the shout of his name from your lips. He hides himself in your neck and your hands come up to cradle his head against you, your hands digging into his soft hair as he ruts into you. âIâm not gonna last.âÂ
The words rush out of his mouth and you moan his name in response. Your pussy suffocates him, pulling him- forcing him closer to the edge. âI w- want it, Joel. Please cum inside me-â You gasp at your own words and Joel can feel his balls tightening at them. âJoel-â Your tone becomes frantic and youâre clawing at his shoulders, his neck and gripping his hair to pull his head from your neck. Youâre staring at his face now, hands on either side, but his eyes are still closed. Heâs still too close, he doesnât want- he canât risk cumming before you. He needs you to cum on him first, for you to moan his name in the way you only do when heâs got you shaking on his cock⌠but youâre whining at him to open his eyes, to look at you. Youâre begging him.Â
âLook at me when I cum, Joey. P-please. Joel-â You gasp out a moan and your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him in for a blind kiss. He canât help but open for you, letting you lick into his mouth, trying to ignore the way his stomach burns at the taste of your tongue. He takes a shaky breath to calm himself and youâre moaning against his lips again. âI need it.â Youâre breathless as you try not to cum, letting out breathy keens and high-pitched sighs of his name. He can feel you twitching on his cock, squeezing him for a moment before whining and trying your hardest not to. He canât deny you any longer. His eyes open and meet your instantly.Â
You pull his head to yours, desperately trying to fall into his eyes as your orgasm crashes over you, only waiting for Joelâs gaze to unleash it. Your mouth opens wider the tighter your pussy chokes his cock, youâre gazing right into his eyes as you cream all over his cock.Â
He canât. His breathing picks up as you stare into him, so lovingly. He starts panting, his breath fanning over your face until little whines and curses work their way out of his throat. His chest is heaving and his hips are slowly losing their rhythm. âI-inside, Joel. Wanâ it.â Your words slur together as your eyes roll back at the pulsing of his cock inside you.Â
Your name is falling from his lips like a plea before he brings his body flush against yours. His hand comes behind your head to pull you up into a sitting position as he leans back onto his heels, still thrusting into you slowly. ââM gonna gi-give it to you, baby. Gonna fill you-â Pleasure runs up his spine with a shudder and his eyes fall shut.Â
â âM cumminâ, sweetheart.â The words are more whiny than youâve ever heard him and he starts spilling into you. Heâs grunting out sounds that vaguely resemble your name, working himself up into a whine as he continues to thrust into you. His brows furrow and his hips stutter to a stop but heâs still filling you, so you start to grind on him. His eyes shoot open with a ragged moan. âCanât- It-â He struggles to get the words out as you swivel your hips on him, enticing his cock to let another round of cum spit into you. His eyebrows pull inward as you smile at him deliriously, letting an innocent giggle fall from your mouth.Â
He moans your name against your lips, his hands on your lower back to hold you up as he finishes filling you. His entire body shudders with the last rope of cum that shoots into you, earning a pretty moan from your lips. âFuck, Joel.â
He grunts into your neck, placing soft kisses there while he tries to calm down. Youâre humming at each one and stroking the back of his head softly, resting your head on top of his. Heâs letting shuddering sighs out against your skin as his cock softens inside you. He slowly pulls his head out from your neck, you leave your hand on the back of his head and give him a crooked, lazy smile that warms his heart. âThaâ was so much, Joey.â
He groans at the pet name and smiles at you fondly. Youâre whispering fucked out praises in his ear as he cleans you up and you cling to him the whole way home.Â
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summary: Joel wants her, and she wants him. The bumpy story of how they got together!
warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has hair that can get in her face, smoking (weed), drinking, lots of feelings, piv, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, kinda subby Joel at the end (lmk if i forgot anything)
wc: 10.3k (idk how that happened im sorry)
a/n: Iâm pretty proud of this one. ik its long but please just give her a chance!
It started with you and Joel both high and drunk out on the porch and he looked so beautiful. There was a perpetual smile on his face, laughing and even giggling at almost everything you said, folding himself over and leaning his head on you whenever he thought something was particularly funny and you couldn't control yourself.
The next time he leaned over you waited, watching, letting him calm back down but when he went to pull off of you, you pulled his head to yours. His breathing stopped short and it scared you until he groaned into your mouth. It was so many things, it was broken, grateful, desperate but savoring and you loved it.Â
He placed his hand behind your head and held you in place as he pushed his lips further into yours. It almost hurt, the way he seemed to attempt to mold your face into one, but it was so perfect. When he pulled away you were out of breath, panting in his face as he did the same. You guys continued to exchange breaths as you scrutinized every aspect of his face.
Anxiety was clawing inside your stomach as you took him in, fearing that he may never let you ever again. His soft lips parted, and you watched his tongue slide into the indent on his bottom lip. You silently hoped he could taste your remnants on them as they froze, waiting for words to spill out. Only to be interrupted by Ellie slamming the front door open.Â
âCan you guys fucking keep it down?! I have school, remember? Youâre the one making me go!â She shouts at you both, directing the last part at Joel who was still staring at you. You were watching Ellie as she yelled but Joelâs silence brought your gaze back to him. You shouldnât have because you feel like thatâs when it happened. You swear you could see him blocking himself off from you, like a door was shutting in his eyes. He apologized to Ellie and said it was getting late.Â
Now, usually, Joel insists on you sleeping on the couch, too worried to let you go home so inebriated but that night he sent you away. It was like he broke your heart. He shattered it and forced you to place the shards in your shoes as he pushed you away, pain shooting through your whole body with every step.Â
You cried yourself to sleep that night, you thought things were over with Joel, and youâd lose touch with Ellie because it would be too painful to go over there.
Your paradise was ruined.
You couldnât believe you had read the situation so wrong. You thought- worse case- he would tell you that youâre too young, that he just canât be with you, for whatever reason. But the look in his eyes⌠the way he sent you home. It felt like he didnât even care about you anymore.Â
The next day you thought you had lost your mind. You were in a terrible headspace and decided to ditch your responsibilities. You were in bed, switching between sleeping and sobbing into your pillow. You felt horrible, you looked horrible and someone was knocking incessantly at your door. They would not leave, no matter how much time passed, no matter how loud you groaned. So you wrapped your blanket around you and very angrily made your way to the door.Â
âWho the fu-â Your sentence is cut short in complete and utter shock.
It was Joel.Â
You let the door swing open and walk back inside. Youâre already climbing back into bed as you hear him shut the door behind him. âWhat do you want, Joel?â
 Youâre lying down, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. In the corner of your eye, you can see him just standing there, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest. Your head almost turns as you hear him take a deep breath, wishing you could see the way his chest puffs up and stretches whatever shirt heâs wearing. But you don't. Heâs not someone you should be admiring like this, heâs someone you cannot be admiring like this.Â
âOh my god. Donât just stand there you know I fucking hate that.â Your voice is so irritated, so hurt and cold but he scoffs.
Anger and embarrassment courses through you but you feel the bed dip anyway, it eases the feelings.
You can feel him right beneath your feet, so close you almost want to straighten your legs a bit more, just so you can press against him. But you donât.Â
âOkay, then donât curse⌠Y'know I hate that.â His voice is painfully normal, like nothing happened, like he didn't break you. You want to laugh- or cry- at the absurdity. The thought that last night meant nothing to him, so little that heâs over here asking you things like âdonât curseâ.
Who does he think he is? That he can treat me like shit and then ask such trivial things of me? No. Fuck him.Â
âFuck you, Joel. Youâre a dick, get out.â He takes a deep breath and then is silent for a moment. You hoped and prayed that he had given up but to no avail.Â
âNo, honey. Iâm supposed to find out why youâre not out workinâ.â You scoff at him and dig yourself deeper into the blankets. âAr- are ya sick or somethinâ?â At this you turn to him, looking him dead in the eyes, asking âAre you fucking serious?â but he canât hold your gaze.
Oh! So he does remember.
You laugh humorlessly and fall back into bed where you lie in silence, for quite some time. Until his hand comes up to your ankle, resting so gently you know heâs holding it up. Heâs probably still thinking over whether he should do it or not, unaware that heâs already touching you.Â
âCan- Well, I- I- I know that- fuck.â Heâs so angry when he says it, frustrated with himself for not having the right words.
He never knows the right thing to say, or how to convey how he feels. Heâs so scared of losing you right now, but he doesnât know how to tell you in a way that will have you asking no questions. He canât have you asking him anything because he knows youâll ask him things that heâs nowhere near ready to answer. âCan you just- Can you please?âÂ
You waited for him to say more, expecting it, but that was the end of the sentence. He wanted you to âjust pleaseâ.
The way he says it though, you look over at him and heâs gazing into you, his eyes so piercing that you almost feel uncomfortable. It feels like heâs prying into you, willing you to open up for him to express himself without having to actually say anything to you.Â
You sit up and glare back at him, softer than before but still hot with rage. âPlease, what.â He shakes his head and looks away from you, into his lap instead as his hand fully settles on your ankle. He keeps huffing out breaths, like heâs going to say something but then decides against it. Youâre almost irritated with the sound until he takes a breath and follows it with words.Â
âYou- I need for yesterday to have not happened.â
Fuck him.
You hadnât even gotten over the first rejection, the lack of care he showed and now here he was rejecting you again. âYou must- You gotta understand why it canât happen. Why we-â
You were trying not to tremble as he rubbed his hand over his face, trying to keep himself calm in the face of the extreme stress the whole situation was putting on him. Tears were welling in your eyes as he spoke, despite you squeezing them shut to avoid this exact issue. But it hurt just as much as it did last night, maybe more. âWe just canât. Not- I need for things to go back to normal⌠f- for now at leastâŚâ
Youâre breathing froze, eyes snapping open to look at Joel, who was still looking in his lap. His hand left your ankle to meet his other fidgeting one as you both sat in silence. You could see him peeking at you from the corner of his eye as subtly as he could as you thought over his words.
You felt like you were on a game show. Do you double down or just take what you have?
âI need for yesterday to have not happenedâ
âI need for things to go back to normalâ
His words hurt.
âF-for now at leastâ
But those words⌠made it worth it.Â
You didnât want to push him. You know how hard it mustâve been for him to even express the little bit he did. Along with that, the thought of him noticing you werenât around and coming to check on you was making its way through your cloud of hate.Â
âY-you sent me awayâŚâ Your voice isnât hard anymore. It isn't soft either, it was just weak. You can see Joel grimace at it, turning away from you so you couldnât see him. âWh- You- you always let me stay but- you just-â You stop talking, if you kept going you wouldâve started sobbing again.Â
âI couldnât let you stay, honey. The- I didnât- I donât have enough self-control for something like that to happen anâ... Iâm leaving you in the guest room? No. I wouldâve- had to have- I⌠No, I-â He breathes out in annoyance again and you yearn to comfort him. But you donât.
He always gets too frustrated with himself, making it even harder for him to clear his head enough to say what he wants. âI wouldnât have been able to leave you there. I wouldâve had to do somethinâ and I- I don't think thatâs a good idea.â
Youâre not completely satisfied with the answer, you have more questions now than you did before but you managed to collect one piece of information.
Joel wants you.
It wasnât a flat-out rejection more like a, âlet's put a pin in thatâ and you have enough faith in him to believe he wouldnât string you along. So you sniffle, put your big boy pants on as you wipe your tears, and tap Joel on the shoulder, turning his gaze to you. You take a deep breath and speak.
âYesterdayâs events are forgotten.â You say it with a light smile but youâre betrayed by one stray tear as it rushes down your face. Joelâs expression crumbles at it, in so much pain, so heartbroken at the thought that he had caused it. Despite his feelings, he nods at you and gets up. âGet ready. Youâre in the fields today, darlinâ.â He hits the door frame with a grateful smile before walking away to let you get changed.
Leaving you in your hopeful sadness.Â
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Things were rocky at first. Neither of you were actually able to forget about âwhat happenedâ as Joel so lovingly put it. You expected too much from him and he was still too cold toward you. For the first month, you guys were basically in an argument. It was as though the town couple, the gruff old man and the re-tamed angel, had broken up.Â
Everyone knew that you were hooking up with Jared, he wouldnât shut up about it. Joel and the townspeople had heard of his sexual conquests over and over since he arrived, before he set his sights on you.
When he first approached you, you had already gotten out of your âphaseâ and were too captivated by Joel to entertain him for even a second. However, he was quite popular among the other town women, he was popular with women even before the outbreak so he couldnât believe when you rejected him. Not that he was shocked, he fully did not believe you. In turn, he never stopped pursuing you⌠much like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.
So when Joel broke you, you slipped back to how you were before him⌠You went to Jared. You donât know if you were hoping he could put you back together or if you wanted him to help you cut Joel with the shards of your heart but the latter is what ended up happening.Â
You wanted to cut it off with Jared the moment Joel found out. When Jared started parading around the town with you next to him as if you were genuinely interested. But you didnât.
Instead, you kept seeing him for a few more weeks. You watched Joel avoid you like the plague, ducking out of every room you walked into, switching his jobs with people who had the worst ones just so he didnât have to work with you. You enjoyed making him squirm, showing him that you could just move on if heâs not ready to step up. You were a highly sought-after woman, a piece of art who he wanted to keep in the garage until he found the right spot. No, you refuse. Until you came across him alone at the bar one night.Â
He was obviously drunk, a beer in hand but his cheek on the table. There was a song playing that he was loosely singing along to. His other hand was in the air, waving his finger around like he was conducting an orchestra. You storm over to his booth.Â
Watch him suddenly sober up and head home. Watch him suddenly remember some plans he made or something he forgot to do. Watch him just get up and leave me again.Â
You sit down across from him and wait for him to notice you. Youâre just watching him. His eyes are closed and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to hit each high note. Heâs failing, not hitting them perfectly but still getting to an impressive pitch. Itâs too endearing to see him like this, so open, unburdened.
You didnât even know he could sing this well. Your anger and bitterness fades for the first time in weeks. Your head tilts and a soft smile invades your face, as if sensing this Joel finally opens his eyes.Â
Theyâre so soft, probably because he thought he was alone, his guard is dropped. Youâre waiting for them to go back up at the sight of you. But they stay so soft as he gasps gently. âHoney! Wha- When did you get âereâ His voice is softer too⌠not as rough and gruff as it usually is.Â
He also doesnât sound angry. After all heâs done to avoid you, youâd expect him to sound angry. You chalk it up to the alcohol.Â
âIâve been here. You just never noticed.â When your voice reaches Joel it's gentle, like how youâd speak to a child but not patronizing. He likes it. He swears he can feel your voice washing over him, running through his hair and caressing his cheek. He smiles at it, at you as a blush rises to his cheeks.Â
âS-so you-â He looks down at the table, his eyes moving back and forth as he thinks. âDid you hear m-â You canât help the laugh that slips out. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth but youâre still obviously smiling. âOh.â Thatâs all he says as you let your laughs out.Â
âIâm- Not laughing at you, Joel. I- I swear.â Laughs break up your sentence as Joel stares at the table. âOh- Iâm so sorry. God. You really didnât notice me here! Thatâs what was so funny not your singing I swear.â You let out a little giggle at the end but Joel is frowning.Â
âThis sâwhy I donâ sing in front of no one.â Heâs picking at the wood and grumbling to himself. Youâd find it all incredibly annoying if it wasnât Joel doing it.Â
âJoel.â Youâre stern but still gentle as you speak. âI told you it wasnât your singing. The singing was great. I was so fucking impressed. I had no clue you could even sing like that.â You watch a smile creep onto his face as you praise his talent. Heâs still looking at the table, wanting to stay angry but he canât. Your smile widens the longer you watch him until he takes a swig of his beer.Â
âWhy are you so drunk?â
The words tumble out before you can stop them and Joel pauses mid-sip. Heâs frozen like that before slamming it onto the table and looking at you. â âM not drunk. âM not. But if I wasâŚâ He squints his eyes at you. âIf I was- Itâs probably cos the girl I want seems to want someone else.â
It feels like everything in the bar stops. Your breathing, your heart, the music, time, the world. Everything just stops.Â
He got this drunk⌠over me?
He chuckles and finishes his beer as you sit there in shock. âDunno why youâre doinâ all this. I know you knew. Jusâ thought-â He goes to take another sip and whines when thereâs nothing. âStupid fuckin-â He throws it across the room, astonishingly making it into the trash with a small mumble of âswishâ.Â
âJoel.â He turns back to you with a blank expression. âYou never told me you liked me.âÂ
âOh please.â His voice is mean, a bit sharp now. Your face contorts into one of disgust as he speaks. âYou ainât that dumb, honey. It was very heavily implied anâ you know it.â Your expression drops into a frown. His voice broke at the end, followed by a sniff and an aggressive rub from his sleeve over his nose. âB-but youâre still out there with fuckinâ Jared.â His voice shakes through the sentence, adding some anger at the end as you cringe at the sound of his name. You both were aware you didnât have any honest feelings for Jared.
âJoel. You told me to pretend that⌠that night.â You look away from him, embarrassed at what should be a sweet memory. âYou told me to pretend it never happened and then treated me like shit for no reason afterward. Certainly, you didnât expect me to sit in that. Thereâs no way you thought I would tolerate it! So yeah, I went to get whatever affection I could, elsewhere since my best and main source ran fucking dry.â You can feel your anger towards him building back up as you speak, reliving the details of your guysâ downfall. It still hurt.Â
âCertainly you didnât- Why do you talk so damn proper?â Heâs laughing to himself at his rendition of your voice but youâre nowhere near amused. You stand from your seat and look down at him, stopping his laughter instantly.
âOkay. Letâs talk about this when youâre sober, hmm? When you can be an adult? Stay on topic at least?â His brows furrow and his eyes leave yours. You stand there, waiting for him to respond but get nothing. âCool, Joel. Iâll see you around then.â You sigh and turn away from him, disappointed.
The night had started so well, that you stupidly believed that you guys might be able to save your relationship. You shouldâve known he was too drunk for the conversation but he shouldnât have brought it up. If he knew he wouldnât be able to have a serious conversation he shouldnât have brought it up in the first place. Now youâre both hurting all over again. Heâs probably gonna grab another drink and youâre probably gonna go see Jared.Â
âPlease!â Itâs frantic, desperate, and unsteady as it shoots out of his mouth. You freeze in your spot, halfway to the door and halfway from him. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. I donât wanna talk about it. Why fuckinâ would I? It hurts. You fuckinââ You hurt me⌠prancing around with that piece of shit- All I did was ask you to wait⌠just wait- for me to be ready to love you.â
Youâre still standing in the middle of the room, facing the door. His voice was getting louder, closer as he spoke but you donât turn. You could hear the emotion bleeding into his words, breaking his voice as he approached you.Â
âBut you- You couldnât even wait for me! No. No, you had to go getâ ah howâd ya put it? Affection elsewhere- fuck off. You coulda just said you needed something from me. I couldâve given you affection.â His voice softened after cursing at you. It only grows softer as he speaks. You can feel him behind you, maybe a few steps away but you donât turn.
You donât wanna see him, lose your edge, your nerve. âI- I wouldâve given it to you if I knew, darlinâ. I was tryna keep my distance, waitinâ for you to get over me and look! You did. I- I just wish you had told me, instead of havinâ tâhear it from fuckinââ fuckinâ Jared.â
His voice dies down for a moment and you turn around. His hair is everywhere, he mustâve been running his hands through it as he spoke. His eyes arenât teary but they look like he could cry at any moment, he looks tired and his lips are bitten red.
âI wouldâve understood. Or- Or maybe I wouldnâtâve I dunno. I just wish you woulda said somethi-â
Youâre kissing him.
Fuck.
You are kissing him. You didn't mean to. You have no clue how your lips got to his but theyâre all over them. Heâs groaning at you, pulling you in as you pull away.
âFuck! Iâve got to stop doing that⌠jesus.â Youâre looking at the ground as you wipe his slobber off your mouth. Heâs silent, panting as he just stands there and your heart starts to race.Â
Itâs just like last time. Fuck. Why the fuck do I keep doing this shit.
Tears are already welling in your eyes and you decide to speak before he can send you away. âIâm sorry. I donât know why I did that⌠I know you need time or whatever.â You pause, giving him room to say anything but he doesn't. You want to look up at him, see what heâs thinking, how heâs reacting. But you donât.Â
âYeah⌠Iâm gonna go.â You turn around and finish your walk to the exit. You grab the handle and stop. âI- Iâm gonna cut things off with JaredâŚâ You stay silent for a bit, trying to decide whether you should say your next words. âI do need your affection though, Joel.â You rushed out the door after that. Â
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You just want to fuck him already. Itâs been months now, of this back and forth. To be clear, you do still want him romantically, how could you not? This man, when his hair is fluffy and soft just like him. When you see his expression now light up when you walk into the room. When he builds you little trinkets in the shop, instead of doing the job he was assigned to. When he makes your favorite for dinner after finding out that youâre having a bad day. When he plans movie nights featuring your favorites that he could find on DVD.Â
How could you not love him?
It scares you. The âsituation-shipâ you both were currently in started a few months ago. Actually⌠It started exactly four months and three weeks ago. Thereâs no point in pretending you havenât kept track. Joel told you that he needed time. You would have never expected it to be this much time but youâve grown to love and crave him over the months.
He listened to what you said at the bar that night. Heâs been giving you so much affection itâs actually making the other women in the community quite jealous of you. He hasnât kissed you yet but he kisses your cheek, your forehead, and- when heâs drunk or high enough- your neck. You donât kiss him anymore. Youâve kissed his cheek a few times over the months, his head once when he was sick but other than that you try to keep to yourself. Youâre still a bit traumatized from his first rejection, the way it played out, and everything. Youâd rather just not risk it. Â
Youâre in the garden and heâs in the field. Youâre planting flowers, pulling and re-planting vegetables while Joel is harvesting the wheat he planted four months ago and tilling the land for the new seeds. You keep looking over at him, you really canât help it at this point.Â
The sun is shining through his hair, making it a dark golden color with streaks of white running through it. His arms are smudged from handling the dirt all day and his biceps flex repeatedly as he picks the kernels off of the wheat and throws them into his basket. His eyebrows are creased and his eyes squinted to avoid the burning light of the sun and he keeps looking over at you. He really canât help it at this point.Â
You look so beautiful, sitting on your knees with your adorably mismatched gardening gloves. Your hair falls so angelically every time you lean forward to lead a new plant to its home. Every time you sit back up you use the back of your wrist to try and shove the hair from your face, sputtering out, trying to blow the hair away and it's so endearing. Your arms are dirty and he feels the incredibly odd urge to bathe you. Heâs ready to love you. Heâs so fucking ready but he has no clueâ not even the slightestâ as to how he should tell you.Â
The current supervisor calls it a day and you almost fall face-first into the plants in your scramble to get to Joel. Heâs taking off his gloves, flexing and stretching his fingers when he sees you rushing toward him with a huge smile he canât help but mirror. âHey, darlinâ. You look so beautiful today.â
You freeze where you stand which luckily isnât too far from Joel. He makes his way over to you, watching your expression. He loves it so much, he doesnât understand how he never noticed it before. The way you always take a deep, shaking breath, your eyebrows go inward and you give him this look. He doesnât understand it yet but it always makes him ache for you, makes him burn somewhere in the depths of his being to just be with you. He doesnât know how long he can resist it. He doesn't want to. He doesnât.
âIâm- I think I really- I just really wanna kiss you.â You snap out of your daze and your eyes focus on him, hopeful for a moment then a little dull. You turn your head, give him your cheek, close your eyes, and wait for the gentle kiss but nothing happens. You slowly open your eyes and look at him, he looks scared. âI wanna kiss you.â
You can hear your heart speed up, your breaths getting shorter and your thoughts more jumbled.
He wants to kiss me?
Youâre confused for a moment, not understanding what brought this on. Youâre eyes slip from his contact as you lose yourself in your thoughts, not realizing the silence youâre creating or the anxiety youâre causing. But Joel realizes, heâs sweating more than he has all day as he waits for you to say something, do something. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before giving up. âWe donât have to⌠I just- I wanted toâŚâ He tries and fails to keep the sadness out of his voice.
His words strike fear in you and you reach out to grip his arm, hoping itâs enough to stop him from walking away. âY-You wanna kiss me? On the⌠on the lips?â Heâs surprised by your voice, it sounds far away, loose, and airy.
âI do.â It comes out with no hesitation, no stutters, no pause. You take a step closer to him and his expression twitches, his chest beginning to heave with anticipation.Â
âI would really love that, Joel.â Youâre staring up at him now, as best you can in the sun. Youâre looking into his eyes, an excited, mischievous glint in your eyes, challenging him, daring him to do something. And he loses his nerve.Â
âOh! Okay. Thats⌠Thats good. I- I want you to come over later, alright? Iâll get us some weed and alcohol. You donât need to bring snacks or nothinâ either jus- jus bring yourself, alright? Okay, see you then.â And with that, he walked off. His cheeks were absolutely burning. He couldnât believe himselfÂ
âThat's goodâ? What the fuck is wrong with you, Miller? Leaving that darlinâ girl standing in the sun like that? It just ainât right, sheâs so sweet on you and you fuckinâ know it. I gotta stop doinâ this to herâŚ
Youâre watching Joel walk away. A bit stunned by the whole interaction, confusion, and questions swarm your head the whole walk home. They stick with you in the shower and as you get ready to head over to Joelâs. They accompany you on the whole walkover as well.
Maybe he wants me to do something⌠I know people like it rough, so maybe he wants me to take charge? He doesnât really seem the type. Does this mean he wants me now? Will he kiss me tonight? Is that why he invited me over? Are we gonna have sex? Oh god, I hope so. Iâd treat him so well- or maybe I wouldnât since everyone likes it rough.Â
Youâve reached his block when youâre stopped by Susan; Joelâs biggest admirer. She places herself in front of you, blocking your path and forcing you to talk to her. âOh, heâs not in, hun.â
You take a calming breath and try not to roll your eyes at her. âOkay⌠Well, Iâm gonna check, just in case.â You turn your steps and try to make your way around her only for her to place herself right back in your way.Â
âIâm gonna be honest I- I donâ really get this whole thing with you anâ him. I just- I guess I donâ really see it⌠Do yaâ know what I mean?â You glare at her, ignoring her statement and waiting for her to just get out of your way. âI meanâŚâ She steps closer to you. âI remember when you first got hereâŚâÂ
You can feel shame and embarrassment curl in your stomach at the mention of your arrival. You werenât in the best place, mentally, and you did a lot- a lot- of things that you wished you hadnât, lots of men you wished you hadnât. âDonât be an ass, Susan.â She backs away from you, a sinister smile on her face and her hands in the air.Â
âHey! Iâmâ She laughs. âIâm jus sayinâ... You were interested in a lot of different guys!â You start walking, refusing to listen to what she has to say. But the psycho bitch follows you. âI mean are you even sure that itâs him that you want? Werenât you with Jared just a few months ago? I meanâŚâÂ
Youâre speed-walking to Joelâs now. Youâre only a house away when she hops in front of you again. âHun! I told you he ainât home! Iâm just-â She sighs and lowers her head as you crane your neck, hoping and praying Joel had made his way to the porch by now. But he hasnât. âIf you just want a man I can set you up with some of my friends! Some people who are⌠Gosh! How do I say this without beinâ rude? Some people who are more in your⌠lane⌠league?â Your head whips back at her, fury raging in your eyes at her audacity.Â
âExcuse me?â You question, low and threatening. âWell. Hun, câmon now, donât get all bent outta shape, I mean well! You and I both know Joel is too⌠hmm, well. Heâs too good for you I guess.â Youâre not staring at her, youâve turned your head to the patch of sky you can see through the trees beside you, choosing to count the stars instead of listening to this shit.Â
âIâd strongly disagree.â You can hear her gasp and spin around as a smile spreads over your face.
Joel.Â
âOh! I- I thought you werenât home, sugar.â She tries to lean into him but he walks around her and grabs your arm, pulling you past her with a mumble of âYeah. I know.â, ending the conversation.Â
Joel doesnât speak until heâs gotten you inside. âI dunno why you listen to that woman. She spews nothinâ but garbage.â You watch him dart from cupboard to cupboard to retrieve his lighter and a little joint you can tell he rolled because itâs dented in the middle. âSheâs always saying some dumb shit. I fuckinâ hate it.âÂ
His eyebrows are furrowed and his face is hard as he lights it up. You canât remember the last time youâve seen him so angry. You watch the tension fall from his shoulders, his face relaxing as he inhales. You take your shoes off, still watching him as a small smile spreads over his face and he exhales. âAre you gonna share Joel?â You ask as he goes in for another hit.Â
âHey-Â Be nice darlinâ, itâs mine after all.â He teases while handing it to you. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting next to where heâs leaning as you take a drag.Â
âYours schmours, youâll be fine.â He gigglesâ gigglesâ at your statement, his hand coming up to cover his smile as he laughs. All you can see are his pretty brown eyes, the creases around them, and the way they almost shut while he laughs. You feel your heart race, bringing along that urge that has gotten you in trouble many times over. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you immediately avert your gaze, taking another hit to try and calm yourself.Â
You wait for him to come back up from his designated, folded, laughing position and hold the joint out for him. You snort at the misshapen stick, causing you to choke on the smoke you were holding. âYeah. Yeah, thatâs what you get for laughing. Mhm.â Youâre coughing up a lung as he says this, making the situation worse because you cannot stop laughing at him. He continues his remarks after taking a hit, youâre still choking and laughing, and you hold an arm out to him.Â
âJoel-â You cough. âJoel-â You laugh. âJoel, stop it. Iâm- oh fuck.â You start coughing again in a way that has Joel turning to face you, amusement and a bit of concern on his face. âOh my god, stop. Iâm gonna die, donât make me laugh- oh my god.âÂ
Heâs beaming at you, proud that you find him so funny and the high really hitting him. You can tell, his eyes are a bit hazy and his eyebrows are raised for some reason. He walks towards you when your fit dies down, pushing himself between your legs with a dazed look on his face. Heâs just staring at your thighs for a moment, his head turning from left to right so he can look at both of them before looking up at you. Your heart is thrumming out of your chest as you try to keep your expression neutral, maybe a bit inquisitive. He stares at your lips for a bit before you see his hand raising with the joint. He brings it to your lips and looks back up at your eyes, his eyebrows jump, prompting you to inhale.Â
You take a long hit, trying to get as much smoke as you can, hoping it will calm you down. His eyes stay on yours, darkening as his breathing becomes a bit shallow. He pulls the joint away from your lips and puts it out right onto the counter before bringing his hand up to your cheek.
You havenât exhaled yet, savoring the hit while he slowly brings your face to his. Youâre watching his eyes, still on yours as he pulls you in. You begin to exhale, not wanting to hold the smoke in if heâs going to kiss you. Thatâs when he pushes your lips together. You try not to choke as he sucks the smoke out of your mouth and pulls away. Youâre in a stupor as he grins at you and breathes your smoke out, re-lighting the fire in the pit of your stomach, the one that always seems to flare whenever heâs around.
âWhatâd ya think of that, huh? Good kiss or?â Heâs wearing a smirk but his eyes are uncertain at your silence. You keep it up, not saying anything, just pulling him back in and smashing your lips into his. He accepts your kiss with a grunt from the force of it as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in.Â
Youâre gripping his hair like it's your lifeline, gripping his face like itâll fall apart otherwise, it hurts a little but heâs fond of your eagerness. Your hands slide onto his shoulders and you dig your fingers into his skin brutally, pulling a wince from him. He separates your lips and strokes over your cheek with his thumb, admiring you. It's a soft, tender moment until you yank him by his belt loops, crashing him against the counter painfully to whisper in his ear. âI want you, Joelâ
He smiles at this and kisses you again as you undo his belt. You remove it from the loops and let it drop to the ground so you can get to work on his button and zipper. You feel his lips stutter against yours and he pulls away, confused. âNot- not here, darlinâ. âM not gonna do this in the kitchen.â He sounds a bit confused as he grips your hips and lifts you off of the counter and back onto the floor. They come back up to cradle your face again as he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. â âM gonna make love to you in my room, on my bed, baby.â
Make love..?
Confusion flows through your mind but you go along with him, assuming itâs just some outdated terminology. âYeah? You gonna fuck me in your bed, Joel?â He is so shocked by your response. He doesnât understand why youâre being so aggressive about it. Heâs trying to be gentle, and loving but you seem to reject it. He gives you a brief but genuine smile before leading you to his room,
Your heart is racing as you follow Joel to his bedroom. This would be the first time youâll be having sex with someone you care about, someone you love. You wondered if it would feel any different when he was shattering your hips with his own, would there still be that soft look of adoration in his eyes? You donât see how the two could go together.Â
You get to his room and he shuts the door quietly. âCan you stay still, honey?â He rolled his sleeves up, only halfway, showing off his thick forearms. Heâs circling you as he questions you, holding eye contact and stopping in front of you. âI- I wanna undress you.â
Your throat feels like itâs closed.Â
Undress me? Why would he want to- That doesnât seem very time-efficient⌠Oh, but look at him.Â
His eyes are silently and subconsciously begging you to let him. You let him.Â
He takes a deep breath and his eyes rake down your body the moment you nod at him. He grabs your hips, pulling you to him with a boyish grin before running his fingers along the hem of your shirt. They tickle your skin softly as he brings them up, bunching the fabric before pulling it over your head. He looks right into your eyes as he does this. That soft look digs into your chest, it feels like you may explode.Â
He only breaks away from your gaze to throw your shirt on a chair in the corner. He brings his empty hand to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb across your skin as a sort of apology for diverting his attention. He looks back at you with a smile so gentle you may melt.Â
Your knees almost give out when he unbuttons your pants, he sticks his thumbs in the back of your waistband, leaning into you. Heâs so close. Heâs so close. Heâs smirking like he knows you want to kiss him. He leans forward, licking his lips before abruptly ducking down, pulling your pants with him.Â
You let out a surprised squeal that has him smiling up at you. Your hand comes up to bury itself in his hair before you realize it. You admire the softness of it, how fluffy it is. His eyes droop, getting a foggy, clouded look in them as he stares up at you.Â
Make it good for him. Everyone likes it rough.Â
You pull it, much harder than necessary, and watch his eyebrows crease in what you assume is arousal as he grunts again. He lifts from his kneeling position and kisses you, a little harder than he did before.Â
His hands were running down your back, cupping your ass, and then stroking down your thighs. Heâs breathing heavily against your face as his hands squeeze your inner thigh. They roam all over your body but never go where you want them, where you need them.Â
âOkay, Joel. Enough I need you. I- I need you.â He smiles underneath his bitten lip as you push him away and gesture to his entire body. âTake them off⌠Off!âÂ
Youâre basically ripping your undergarments off and running to him, unbuttoning his shirt for him as he takes off his pants. The moment your hands push his shirt open heâs kissing you instead. He walks you both onto the bed, tripping over his pants with a giggle before landing safely on the covers. You waste no time in climbing over him, whining out when his cock rubs along your soaked pussy. He lifts himself to try and kiss you but youâre not looking at him. Youâre trying to push his dick into your soaking, aching pussy.Â
âShit- Damn. Fuck, honey.â He slams himself back onto the bed, his hands tighten around your hips as you position your legs beneath you and slam your hips onto him. It fucking burns. Youâre wet and wanting but heâs huge, the stretch of his fat cock burns inside you as his tip jams itself into your cervix painfully. You bit off more than you can chew. Joel is grunting harshly beneath you so you power through, attempting to hide your grimace as you let out half-honest moans.Â
âFuck- No. No, no, stop, baby.â His hands force you down and hold you there, rendering you immobile as he sits up. Youâre watching his abs clench as he sits up with no assistance but his pure muscle, your eyes only move to his face when he clears his throat.Â
Youâre embarrassed now, under the impression that youâve done something wrong, something he didnât like. You wouldnât know what to do if that were the case⌠You were doing what you normally do⌠You don't know any special moves or anything like that. âDid- You didnât like it..?â
You ask as timidly as possible, hoping he could hear it and would be gentle.Â
âI- I mean I guess but itâs not what I want.â Confusion and a bit of anger flares inside you. How were you supposed to know what he wanted?Â
âOkay well, what do you want then, Joel?â His brows furrow and he brings a hand up to caress your face again.Â
âI want to make love to you. I told you that.â
Thereâs that fucking term again.Â
âI donât know what that means, Joel! Isnât it the same as fucking? I donât get it.â His brows unfurrow instantly, becoming soft and a bit upturned in what seemed to be concern. And to add insult to injury⌠you can feel him softening inside you.Â
âWhat do you mean?â His voice is much softer than yours, but it frustrates you. You struggle not to roll your eyes at him.Â
âI do not know what that means. I do not understand.â You talk slower than necessary, not actually explaining anything. Youâre being a brat.
He tilts his head at you, giving a gut-wrenching, disappointed look. He kisses your cheeks and tells you to be nice, that heâs just trying to understand you.
âNo⌠Itâs not the same as fuckinâ. Itâs gentle and lovinâ. Itâs me takinâ my time with you, gettinâ you to open up for me.â You can feel his dick filling back up, stretching you out beautifully.
âItâs me learninâ about what you like, showinâ you what I think youâd like, and getting you to cum around me and for me as long as I can. Itâs more focused on- on love rather than lust.â He sighs quietly. âIâm- Iâm bettinâ youâve never had that thoughâŚâÂ
You hear sadness leak into his voice as he ends his sentence, watching you avert your gaze. He watches frustration and shame creep onto your face. âSo what? I donât even- I donât think I even like it that way. Slow? It already takes me long enough to cum⌠I donât need to be here for hours on end, Joel.â
He shakes his head at you sadly. âYou would like it, baby.â He has one hand back on your hip as the other spreads out, his large hand spread over your back as he slowly flips you both over, resting you on the bed softly. âI- fuck, I know youâd love it, honey.â
His words resonate deep in your core, bringing a new wave of wetness to run over his cock. âOh-â His hips stutter into yours as though he could feel the extra cream flowing over his dick. âYeah, oh youâd- I think youâll like it, darlinââ
He places you on the bed and finishes talking before kissing you and raising to straighten himself out. His hips thrust slowly into yours and fuck does it feel good. I mean of course it does, Joel is towing over you like a Greek god and his cock is sliding within your walls smoothly, stimulating every nerve it comes across. You start to buck your hips, impatient with the slow build of the pleasure. You wanted something explosive, something that will leave you heaving for breath and you cannot comprehend how you could possibly get there like this.Â
Joel smiles, shakes his head at your agitation, and presses his hands down onto your sporadic hips, forcing them to stay on the bed. âNo. Softly, baby. Be gentle with me, câmon.â He continues his rhythm before, rocking into you with breathless pants. Your pleasure felt just out of reach and it was insanely maddening. âCalm down.â He tells you in a low, warning tone. You swear he can read your mind.Â
âTell me.â He leans down so his lips are right by your ear. He places a kiss on your temple and looks down at where the two of you connect, shoving his hair in your face. âDo you like this?â He keeps at his regular pace, the frustrating, agitating, insanely maddening pace. âOr⌠Do you-â He lets out a shuddering sigh right next to your ear, your eyes nearly rolling back at the faint sound. âOr do you like this?â
His pace changes into something indescribable. His hips are swiveling into yours and hitting eighteen different pleasure points at once. Your arms come up to grip his biceps, one instantly sliding down to his lower back to encourage him to keep it up.
âOh-â You sound shocked and out of breath. âOh. I like that one, Joel. This one. I like this one- pleaseâ His pace speeds up and he moans at the sound of your whimper. His attention is finally pulled from where you both meet and heâs looking right into your eyes.
This man and his fucking eye contact.Â
Itâs doing something to you⌠the way heâs looking at you. Itâs burning into your stomach and has you clenching around him, pulling another ragged, angelic moan from his lips, hitting your lips directly due to his position. You lean up and kiss him as much as you can, most of your brain had shut off the moment he flipped you both over.Â
He was hitting so deep inside you, a whole section that you didn't know existed. His cock is slowly sliding over every ridge in your pussy, his veins stimulating your sensitive walls. âJoel-âÂ
It slips out like a whimper as your moans release. Youâre suddenly on 100% volume, unable to hold anything in. You never learned how. You thought you just didnât moan against your own will, never having been in enough pleasure to let out authentic moans.Â
Your hand comes from his lower back to slap over your mouth, desperately trying to hold all your noises in but Joel rips it away. âDonât do- fuck you feel so fuckinâ good-â His voice is shaking and breathless.
âFuck, donâ cover up your- your moans, please. Fuck I wanna hear âemâ He intertwines your fingers with his and holds your hand next to your head. He straightens himself as much as he can while keeping your fingers interlocked so he can grind into you more deliberately. Heâs angling himself a million different ways until you convulse onto yourself. You try to hold in a scream as he fucks into⌠something. Itâs almost painful, the way pleasure punches through your body with every thrust.Â
âYeah?- God fuckinâ dammit."
His hips stutter as you involuntarily suffocate his dick in your pussy. âFuck- Is that it? Your special spot, honey? I got it dead on, huh?â Heâs wearing an irritatingly calm smirk as he teases you. You, on the other hand, can barely breathe.
Youâre clawing at anything you can get a hold of, his arms, the back of his neck, his back. You feel like you could cry- or throw up at the otherworldly pleasure Joel is forcing onto you. Your mouth is perpetually open, spewing out moans every other second. Your eyes keep rolling back into your head despite your attempts to look at Joel. You canât even wrangle together enough thoughts to coherently explain how good it feels, how good heâs making you feel. âJo- Joel. F-â Youâre cut off with a whine as he pushes himself into you more forcefully.
âJoey, please- Youâre right itâs sâmuch better. Shit- Joel!-â You let out a more devastating moan than you have all night, causing Joel to groan out in response. Your eyes open to look at him and heâs staring right at you, his eyes are something youâve never seen, theyâre dark and threatening, like a lion stalking its prey. But in this situation the lion is in love with the gazelle, itâs evident in his eyes, all over his face as he moans for you.Â
âOf course âm r- right- Fuck, youâve really got no clue how- how fuckinâ-â His statement melts into a whimpering moan as he bends back down to moan into your ear. âYou feel fuckinâ heavenly, darlinâ.â
It creeps up on you out of fucking nowhere. A moan rips through your chest and destroying throat as you cum around him, his words pushing you to the edge. âOh fu-uck. Yeah? Sâthat good, baby? Fuckinâ- fuckinâ c-cumming all over my cock with no warning, love? Oh fuck me youâre s-so good, sweetheart.âÂ
His words fuel your world-demolishing, soul-shattering, mind fucking-ly amazing orgasm. You can feel the pleasure coursing through your veins like molten gold. Your entire body is vibrating, youâre lifting off the bed into an ethereal plane as Joel keeps thrusting into you, moaning soft praises in your ear as you gush all over his cock.
Your eyes are permanently in the back of your skull as your hand runs frantically all over his body, trying to find something to ground you, to keep you from flying away on the cloud of pleasure Joel was providing for you.Â
He slows his thrusts in favor of you. Your moans had begun to get a bit desperate, all over the place, feverish and distraught as your pleasure bubbled over into overstimulation. Joel is kissing your neck softly, whispering even more soft words laced with love as your soul returns to your body with a broken whine of his name. He pulls his face out of your neck with a smile, his hips still thrusting into you slowly, just toeing the line of overstimulation. It has you losing your mind. Youâre writhing against him as he smirks at you. âDo you want more? I can keep going, baby. Iâll go slow, soft, just like this.âÂ
He gets a bit breathy at the end, his free hand comes up to cup your face as the one holding yours tenses for a moment. His head drops onto your shoulder as most of his body collapses onto you.
Heâs still thrusting into you gently as he groans out against your neck. âFuck me. Youâre turning me into a fuckinâ teenager again.â He grunts out a whine into your skin. âCanât fuckinâ control shit. O-oh I wanna make you cum again, sweetheart.â His hips speed up as he rambles to you. You lean away from him a bit, forcing his head from your shoulder, and turn to look at him.Â
He looks so wrecked. His lips are trembling, glossy, and red from all his biting. You didn't even notice. His eyes are on yours but they regularly lose focus, rolling into his head with a groan. âYouâre makinâ me feel so fucking good, love. I just want you to feel as good- I wanna make you cum again.â He sounds more desperate than you couldâve ever imagined, your hand slides up the back of his neck and buries itself in his hair, scratching at his scalp softly, causing his eyes to cross lightly as he moans against you, hips stuttering. âLet me. Let me, let me. Let me pl-leaseâ
His unabashed begging has you clenching around him erratically, pulling a ruined groan from his lips. âM-make me cum again, Joel. Câmon, baby. I want-â Heâs already moaning into your mouth as you speak, his hips fucking into you unsteadily. Youâre already close from the intensity of the moment, Joelâs hand cradling your face, your hand in his hair. His head is resting against yours, forehead to forehead but his eyes are still open, piercing your soul and your heart with the love that's residing in them, it has your pussy clenching around him desperately. Heâs moaning out shamelessly, loudly, and right into your face, into your mouth.Â
âIâm gonna- I need you to c-cum. Holy sh-â You cut him off with a wet, searing kiss thatâs mostly groans and whines into the mouth of the other. Your hips lift off the bed to buck into him softly, grinding your clit into the patch of curls that rests on his pelvis. Heâs smiling at your movements, the contrast in how they were when he started with you.
âY-yeah. Good, baby. Soft. Just l-like that, sweetheart. Youâre so fuckinâ pure.â His eyes roll back into his head as your pussy begins to flutter around him. You can feel it this time, building inside you. The coil in your stomach tightens as you feel the angelic feeling inch back into your veins. Your hands grip his hair more desperately, pulling his ear to your lips as your orgasm begins to spill over.Â
âIâm- Iâm cumming, Joey.â Youâre voice stabs into him. The high-pitched and desperate, shocked innocence in it has him twitching inside you. His pace is ruined the moment you utter those words into his ear. He can feel his eyes shoot to the back of his head as he falls into your shoulder again and starts to cum inside you.Â
Itâs more than heavenly, cumming at the same time as you. His cock is throbbing, shooting out thick, heavy, ropes of his cum inside you as your pussy pulses in time with him, milking him for everything he has. He canât breathe, all the air has punched out of him as he tries to warn you that heâs cumming.
He wants to moan out for you, call your name over and over to hear you work yourself up into those whining moans you canât help but let out. He gathers enough strength to push himself up and look at you. He feels like a whole new round of cum spews out of him at the sight. Your eyes are crossed as you moan out at the ceiling. Heâs vaguely aware of the way your hand has twisted and tightened in his hair as you cum, your nails digging into his other hand.
Heâs smiling through the second round of cum that pumps into you, deliriously happy with how hard heâs made you cum. You sound like youâre in the same situation as him, all the air suddenly gone from your lungs. Youâre just letting out barely perceptible moans of his name on loop.Â
His thighs shake as his dick finally stops pouring into you. He looks down at the ring of white sitting on the base of his dick and groans. He looks back up at you, wanting to show you the mess youâve made on him but youâre still so far gone. Your pussy pulses around him arrhythmically as you mutter up at the ceiling, your hand stroking through his hair subconsciously.Â
Heâs able to come down before you. He pulls out and lays next to you, his head on your chest while heâs muttering those same, soft praises into your ear as your soul tries to find its way back to your body again. You follow the sound of his low praises, grounding you and pulling you back to reality. â-baby. Iâm so in love with you. Thank you so fuckinâ much for waitinâ for me, I know it was hard, but I love you so fuckinâ much. Youâre so incredible, so so incredible, baby. The best lady I know, the only lady I wanna know. You-â You have a faint, tired smile spreading across your face as he goes on, sounding more out of it than you feel.
âI love you so much, Joel.â You mean to say it softly, fondly but it comes out as something more like a sob. He gasps and looks up at you, thatâs when you notice the tears that have escaped your eyes. âThis is so embarrassingâŚâ Your hands wipe at your escapee tears furiously as Joel watches you in shock.
âHey,â He starts to wipe some of your tears away alongside you, although much more softly than your own hands. â Sânot embarrasinâ.â He places an endearing kiss to your lips. âI think itâs so fuckinâ cute. The cutest things Iâve seen in years, honestly.âÂ
You giggle at his exaggeration and kiss his cheeks. âIâm beinâ serious, baby.â Heâs giggling too now, placing kisses all over your face, stopping every tear that slips out with his lips.
âI love you so much, Joel.â You take a deep breath as his kisses slow. âIt feels like my heart is being choked, squeezed, and like thrown around in my chest whenever Iâm with you. I donât even have the vocabulary to explain how much I feel for you.âÂ
His eyes are wide and a bit watery as you speak. One hand is on the top of your head, running over your hair as you speak while the other is on your him, his thumb stroking over the skin, sometimes lifting to draw specific patterns. âI wish I had a way to make you feel what I feel toward you, Joel. Itâs so fucking much. I feel like itâs gonna explode and pour out of every orifice.â He chuckles and kisses you again, this one feels more emotional, more loving, grateful, and comforting.Â
âThere you go, talkinâ all proper again.â He kisses you again shortly. âI- I feel the same way darlinâ. Except I know even less words to use to explain it to âya. Fuck I- I fuckinâ I wish I could tell âya. You- You feel like- like my whole existence. If that makes sense⌠No, no it doesnât, does it? Damn. I- Shit.â You place a hand on his face and make him look at you.Â
âYou donât have to say as many things as I did. Youâve already shown me that you love me through your actions⌠through this. I didnât even know it could be like that, Joel. That it could- could feel that⌠good. I didnât know it was a thing, and then you came in- with all your love and softness, and you showed me a whole new side of everything. I already know⌠is what Iâm trying to say. I know you love me, Joel. I just hope you know that I love you.â
A single tear slips out of his baby cow eyes and he quickly wipes it away with a smile. âI- I know, baby. Trust me, I know.â He smiles wider and brighter than youâve ever seen, heâs blinding you with its beauty before laying back down on the bed next to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you onto him.Â
âYouâre gonna stay, right? Sleep in here with me?â You shake your head disapointedly against his stomach.
âObviously, Iâm staying here, Joel.â The sigh of relief he lets out almost breaks your heart. You place a few kisses on his belly for reassurance. âIâm not going anywhere.â
He chuckles at your words and sounds far away, sleepy, adorable. âOkay⌠Good. Good, I want you to stay⌠âM gettinâ tired though, honey.â As if on cue, a yawn makes its way up and out of your mouth. âYeah, me too. Goodnight, Joey.â
He sighs, and you canât see it, but a smile splits his face the moment he hears the nickname. âGânight, my love.â
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