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corazondebeskar-reads · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 21 - Hair Pulling/Masturbation (Joel Miller)

to know that you're mine

Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

a/n: so this was originally on my list as anonymous sex with Din Djarin, but I got bit by the sub!Joel bug. shortest thing so far this month since I was just giving it a try.

Word Count: 732

Summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic.

Warnings: d/s undertones, sub!Joel Miller if you squint, they’re exploring their dynamics okay?, use of ma'am, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m-self), this is so soft idk what's gotten into me, praise kink, cuddling

Inspired by the Kinktober prompts from @absurdthirst

also on ao3

Joel’s on his knees on the ugly yellow carpet of your bedroom. He’s still dressed, but his boots are dutifully lined up at the door. He had come home riled up about something or other, not that he bothered to tell you first. He had scooped you up from the couch and carried you to the bed, depositing you at the end and making quick work of your pants and panties.

He certainly doesn’t seem to be willing to talk about it soon. His face is buried in your pussy, now, troubles of the day easing with each moan he drags from you.

Your hand tangles in his hair and pulls, hips rising to meet his eager mouth. When you tug, he moans against your cunt. You’re bucking uncontrollably now, torn between wanting to cum and wanting to drag it out for the exquisite ache.

He makes the decision for you, though not on purpose. You finally hear it over the wet sounds of his worship. The hand balancing him against the bed has shifted down, and he’s working away with sharp, abrupt tugs on his cock.

You cum so hard you black out for a moment, and he swears, grinning in the filth.

“F-fuck, baby, are you getting yourself off?”

Joel blushes. “S’that fine? I won’t cum, I’ll wait so I can still fuck you.”

“Is that fine?” you say. “Of course, it’s fine. It’s so fucking hot. You like eating my cunt so much you can’t help yourself?”

He looks away.

“No, baby, please. I love it. I want you to get off, please.”

He ducks back down to suck on your clit, and the distraction works. It’s a few moments before you realize he’s got both hands back on you.

You tug on his hair again, yanking him away.

He groans a protest but stops when he sees the way you’re watching him, something fond but hungry.

“Baby. I said I want you to touch yourself for me,” you say.

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls. It plays casual, but you know he sees the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his words.

He spits in his hand and starts slowly stroking himself, before using his other hand to part you and lick inside.

You scratch your nails over his scalp before clutching again when he pushes two fingers into you and laps at your clit.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you moan. “You look so fuckin' good down there.”

You’re not sure if he hears you. He’s pumping his cock in time with the strokes of his fingers, and when he peers up at you, his eyes are glazed over.

“You want to cum like that, or do you want to fuck me?” you ask.

“Please,” he says into your cunt, barely stopping to answer.

“Please what, baby?” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t make me stop, please.”

The words alone might have brought you over the edge, but he punctuates the sentence by sticking his tongue in alongside his fingers, and you cum. You accidentally pull hard on his hair, but he whimpers and pushes in deeper, the bridge of his nose against your clit, and it sets you off into a smooth, rolling second orgasm.

“C’mon baby,” you croon. “Cum for me.”

And he does. He half-suffocates himself, sucking on your clit as he spills all over his hand and the end of the bed. You cum again, hard, and pull him into you, trapped in place by your legs.

You tug again until he looks up at you, panting, soaked in you. “Get up here.”

He climbs up, and you grab for his hand, licking him clean.

He shudders, watching with parted lips. He looks dazed and peaceful, brow lax, shoulders slumped. You suspect that if he wasn't so tired, there might have been a round two.

He lets you shuffle him around so he's lying down, his head on your tits. You run one hand through his hair and rub the other up and down his spine.

“Joel,” you murmur after a few minutes.

His eyes are closed, but he hums in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, baby.” You press a kiss to the top of his head, and he lurches up to kiss you back, cupping your cheek in one hand.

He pulls away, and his lip quirks up in one corner. “No, thank you, ma’am.”

*title from "#1 Crush" by Garbage

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #sub!joel miller #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #kinktober 2023 #don't worry we'll be back to our regularly scheduled depravity tomorrow with maybe the darkest piece so far this month #joel miller deserves nice things

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