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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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Suck It and See | Joel Miller

Authors Note | Alright fuckers, you can blame @swiftispunk for this one. She dropped absolute filth into my inbox last night and it's all I've been able to think about since. Imagine Joel giving you the look from the last gif from here whilst in that position above?! SAY LESS PLEASE. Wrote this in like four hours, so excuse any mistakes.

Warnings | Honestly this is just literal porn. Rough, sloppy blowjob and some cum play at the end and nothing much else. I'm not even sorry. Enjoy.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

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It’s raining yet again. You recoiled into the shiver that went up your spine as you glared out of the window, cursing the fact that it had rained yesterday, and the day before and was likely to rain tomorrow. The dingy apartment in the QZ is so old and damp that nothing has a chance to properly dry out, unless it’s the height of summer, so you’re sat in a pair of cold, damp jeans and a t-shirt, hoping that the blanket wrapped around your shoulders would help for warmth. It didn’t.

It's dark out and there are very few people milling about the streets below you. A few FEDRA assholes patrolling the streets and the last few stragglers trying to make it home before curfew hits, but it doesn’t strike you as an evening that’s going to be memorable. You turn your attention back to the book in your lap. You have no idea what it’s about, if anyone asked you to explain the plot to them, you’d fail, despite being almost three-quarters finished. Joel had brought it back with him from his last smuggling run, he’d tossed it in your direction, mumbling something about ‘the cover lookin’ like somethin’ you’d enjoy.” You had no idea what he was talking about considering the cover featured a scantily clad woman and her hero without his shirt on. Come to think of it, there really wouldn’t be much plot to explain to anyone considering the two main characters spent most of their time fucking. It was something to do with your time though – relegated to being shut in Joel’s apartment whilst he did runs with Tess.

He's been home a few hours now, switching between being bent over some maps on the table, marking points of interest from his last few trips past the fence, to where he is now, sat on the couch, empty glass of contraband whiskey in front of him, eyes settled firmly on you in the windowsill.

“Your staring is making me uncomfortable,” You muse, snapping the book closed, “Can’t concentrate on anything.”

“No it ain’t,” He tilts his head, shifting so he’s leaning back on the couch, legs spread with an arm absentmindedly draped across his lap, “Never made you uncomfortable before, darlin’.”

“Well it’s hard to focus on anything when you’ve got two eyes boring into you like that,” You mumble, looking him in the eye, “If you want something from me just fucking ask for it Miller.”

Your eyes don’t leave his face as you watch his eyes drop to his lap before bouncing back to meet yours – a dangerous smirk is splayed across his lips. Of course, “See, all you had to do was ask.” You murmur, slipping down from the windowsill, blanket and book abandoned.

You’re in front of him in seconds, gathering the hand splayed across his lap so you can settle yourself down, but he’s pressing his other hand to your tummy to stop you, “Why don’t you get on your knees, darlin’?”

You look down at him through lusty eyes, barefoot reaching behind you to push the coffee table further into the middle of the room to give you space before you drop to your knees like he asked. Your palms are resting on his knees through his jeans, hands running tentatively up his thighs and back down and you revel in the way you can see his cock straining through his jeans already.

“Like this?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Just like that, darlin’,” He praises, shifting in his seat a little so he isn’t sat so straight, you know it’s all preparation for when he’s in your mouth, “Now, how’s about you undo my belt for me? Getting awful tight in my jeans ‘cause of you.”

Your fingers undo the belt buckle – you’ve been here so many times before that it’s just muscle memory for you at this point. It falls to the floor with a clink once you’ve tugged it through his belt loops.

“Good girl,” He croons above you, he’s gripping your chin with his fingers, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, “Now, the button, give me some relief baby.”

He doesn’t let go of your chin, keeping it still, staring into your eyes with the molten chocolate of his own, so you reach out, fumbling slightly, until your fingers find the button of his jeans, undoing it almost as quickly as you had done his belt. He doesn’t tell you to do it, but you pull down the zip and he’s lifting his hips up for you, so you take the cue and drag the denim down his legs, his underwear following, to pool at his ankles.

“See what you do to me?” He asks, tilting your chin down to look at his cock.

If there was a sight you knew you’d never get tired of, it was this. His cock so hard that in his current position it was resting up against his belly, head throbbing with so much arousal you could see the bead of pre-cum already, “Hard as a fuckin’ rock for you, pretty girl.”

You can’t help but smile at his praise, your relationship with Joel with complicated to say the least, usually only involving sex when one of you needed a release from something, but his compliments almost always made up for the lack of label on what this actually was.

“Now, why don’t you use that pretty little mouth, just how I like it, hmm?”

You know he likes it sloppy. Loves when he can hear you gagging on him. Thrives on the sight of ropes of saliva that connect your mouth to his cock when you pull away to fist him instead whilst you catch your breath. It gets him even harder in your mouth when he catches you rubbing your thighs together to relieve your own tension or when you moan with your mouth stuffed full of him.

You look him straight in the eye from between his thighs as you let spit that you’d gathered in your mouth drop from your tongue onto the head of his cock. You bring your hand to him, using feather-light touches of the tips of your fingers drag the spit down his length before your clenching your fist around the base of his length and fisting him, just how you know he likes it. You hear his sharp intake of breath as you start pumping him through your fist, you’ll tease him, even if it is only for a few minutes.

His hand comes to your cheek, it’s almost tender, you think to yourself. You don’t stop the movements of your hand but you do look up at him from your place on your knees, “Come on now darlin’, wrap your lips around my cock.”

You lean down and bring your mouth just out of reach for him, you revel in the way he bucks his hips up to you, he’s just as desperate for this as you are. You reward him by placing the softest kiss you can manage to the tip, salty bead of pre-cum pooling on your bottom lip, you make sure he’s watching you before you dart your tongue out to taste it.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’ll be the death of me.”

You want to tease him just a little more. You bring your tongue out and rest the underside of the head on it, flicking the tip of your tongue against him, the intake of breath from above you is back and you chuckle a little. You pull away and you think he’s almost about to chastise you until you’ve taken the whole tip of his cock into your mouth. Your hand is still working the base of him, whilst you bob your head up and down, teasing the head with a swirl of your tongue.

He lets out a guttural moan. It sounds like pure filth in your ears and it has you doing what you always do, shifting your thighs together to relief the friction at your core. Joel’s hand is wrapped in the hair at the back of your head – he’s just resting his fist in your locks for now, but you know within minutes he’ll be using it as leverage.

“Atta girl,” He’s groaning, “You can take it deeper though, can’t you?”

You can, and you do. You flatten your tongue in your mouth and push your head further down onto him, taking him as far into your mouth as you can before he’s touching the back of your throat. It doesn’t quite make you gag this time, but you know it’s only a matter of time as Joel’s hand fists your hair tighter, pulling you a little way off him before pushing your head back down.

“I can see you clenchin’ those thighs darlin’,” He’s breathless as he speaks, “This turn you on?" You moan around his cock in agreement, “I know it does, always so fuckin’ wet for me after, aren’t ya?” Another moan around his cock. God his voice alone makes you wet, team that up with the way he’s forcing your head down on his cock right now and you can already feel slick dripping from you.

Joel has never been good at lasting when it comes to your mouth, you look up at him and his head is thrown back, the gorgeous line of his neck on show for you as he grits his teeth, bucking his hips up to meet the downward move of your lips. This time you do gag, head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but he loves it.

“Yes darlin’,” He spits out, “Love it when you choke on me like that.”

It’s almost as if something snaps in him. He’s holding your head still with that fist in your hair, and he’s fucking up into your mouth. You truly love it when Joel loses control like this – any sense of romance or pretense lost, just the rough need to come. He’s rough but you don’t care, tears are filling your eyes, dripping down your cheeks as he seeks his climax. He’s pulling you roughly from his cock, reveling just as you thought he would at the ropes of saliva that connect your mouth to his cock, he gently rubs the tears from your cheeks as he fists his cock.

“You want me to come all over that pretty face’a yours?” He asks.

You nod, settling back on your knees, sticking your tongue out for him as he fists his cock once, twice, three times, before he’s painting your face with his cum. He moans your name as he does, giving you every last drop. Once he’s finished and his breathing is coming back to normal, he looks down at you.

“Pretty as a picture.” He comments, running a finger through the cum on your cheeks before pushing his finger onto your tongue, watching as you suck his spend from it with the same vigor you were just sucking his cock with.

He doesn’t rise to get you a towel to wipe your face with, he just watches as you push him cum from your chin into your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him before you swallow.

“Carry on like this darlin’ and I’ll be hard again in no time.”

“That’s kinda the point Joel,” You laugh, “I can’t quite put my finger on it but something has me begging to get fucked.”

“That so, hmmm?” You nod, “Well, why don’t you hop on up here and let me taste that pretty pussy for a while?” He’s already pulling at your wrist to switch places, “I think I might just be ready to oblige after that.”

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