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Just You & Me, Darlin'

joel miller x f!reader (18+)

A/N: OMG Okay, I'm actually doing this! I'm posting something for the first time in over 4 years and I'm super nervous. Pedro Pascal just has me by the titties, and so do all of you wonderful writers and artists I've been so inspired by, so here is my little contribution 🫣💕

You can also read this on my ao3 if you prefer 😊

summary: When Tommy returns to the QZ without you, Joel is both terrified and furious but he’s determined to get you back safe no matter what.

tags/warnings: 18+ Explicit | Minors Do Not Interact Please! no use of y/n, boston qz, fluff, hurt/comfort, mention of suicidal thoughts, slight exhibitionism, explicit smut, unprotected piv, no description of female reader, other than joel can pick you up and kinda implied age gap, squirting, emotional sex, unbeta'd, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, darlin', baby girl). oh and you're both super in love so :) I think that's it.

word count: 5.9k

Joel’s heart was fluttering within his chest, nerves and excitement flooding him as he made his way up the steps of his apartment building. If all had gone well, you were due back from the week-long smuggling run outside of the QZ today, and he had been stuck on work duty for most of it.

He hadn’t been able to go with you since someone had needed to stay back and protect their store of goods and ration cards from being stolen in their absence, they’d learned this the hard way.

And in his mind he’d drawn the short straw.

Joel would much rather be out there with you than stuck here wondering if you were okay. Here, he was unable to do anything if something went wrong but he knew you, the little hell-raiser that you were could definitely handle yourself.

The both of you had agreed when you first started sleeping together that it shouldn’t mess with the business, it gave you all a more comfortable life in the QZ than most got to have after all.

Even after falling hard for one another following the sharing of your past within whispered cuddles post sex, you both still tried to keep the business professional and that meant trusting one another to watch your own and your partners’ backs.

As he entered his apartment he was surprised to see Tommy sitting on his couch with his head in his hands.

Joel’s stomach dropped at the sight, he already knew something was wrong. Heart breaking into a gallop against his sternum he quickly scanned the apartment, the open layout giving him a view of the whole room and you were nowhere in sight.

Joel's hands tightened into fists, his jaw tensing in anger and fear as he focused his intense gaze on his little brother who was now worrying his lip.

“Where is she,” Joel stated more than questioned in his deep southern timbre, his voice thick with emotion. Anger, fear, anguish and dread were all suddenly clogging up his throat. He swallowed to keep it contained, needing to keep his head on straight right now.

“I don’t know brother,” Tommy responded, guilt and slight fear painted his features as he looked up at his older brother.

“The hell do you mean you don’t know?” Joel growled as he prowled closer to his brother who quickly stood from his slumped position. “I trusted you to watch her back, to keep her safe for me!” Joel couldn’t control himself, the emotions from the thought of losing you, of never seeing you again were too much to handle and he grabbed his brother by the neck of his jacket and shook him.

“The deal went bad! Me and Tess got separated from her!” Tommy quickly explained, his hands gripping onto Joel's shaking wrists. “We tried to find her but… shit man, things are more fucked up out there than ever. We were hoping she’d made it back here.”

Joel pushed his brother away from him, afraid he would start swinging. Rage and fear consumed him, tightening his heaving chest as he ran his hands through his greying hair. He quickly stalked over to his weapons stash beneath the floorboards while vile images of you being scared and hurt, being taken by sex traffickers and all manner of other atrocities he’d seen and heard about over all his years surviving in this hell were flooding his mind.

If it was the last thing he did, he’d find you himself and bring you home. The thought of never finding you was unspeakable and he quickly pushed that horrible scenario out of his mind. But then another took its ugly place as he quickly grabbed his go bag; what if he found you dead or dying?

Well that would be the end, wouldn’t it?

He paused before looking at his little brother, standing before him paler than he’d seen him in a long time. Exhaustion was dragging Tommy down and Joel knew that he and Tess had done the best they could to find you; they loved you too.

“I’ll find her and bring her back,” Joel stated.

“I’ll come with-”

“No… thank you, but no. You're exhausted, you’ll just slow me down. If I don’t come back… then I…,” Joel trailed off as he watched anguish and fear become apparent on his little brother's face.

“Joel. Don’t. Please, brother,” Tommy begged, already knowing where Joel’s head was at.

“I can’t…” Joel felt his voice break as tears flooded his vision, blurring the image of his baby brother walking towards him.

Next thing Joel knew, his brother's arms were around him and Joel let himself feel the rare embrace for just a moment. He and his brother had never been the most affectionate with each other even before the outbreak, so the fact his brother was hugging him so tightly told him Tommy knew exactly what you meant to him. How could he not, with how blatant the two of you were with your lovesick need for each other. You had become his whole world, a quick spiral into passionate need that seemed to drive the two of you from the very moment you became one when he took you on that dirty warehouse floor three years earlier.

His head dipped to Tommy’s shoulder as silent tears rolled down his cheeks and into his patchy beard, into that place where you always kissed him, as if that spot had been made just for you. A place to kiss and lick and nibble like you loved to do when you both were intimate, which was basically whenever you were in the same room as one another, everyone else be damned.

Would Joel ever feel that again? Had you both made all the memories together that you ever would? The last time he saw you flashed in his mind, replacing the ugly panicked images from before. You’d smiled up at him, arms wrapped around one another, foreheads pressed together as you whispered your ‘see you laters’ - never ‘goodbyes’ - to each other, while Tess and Tommy looked on and rolled their eyes in annoyance at your overt pda.

The Joel of before had never been one for public displays of affection, to the point where one woman had broken things off with him because she’d said he was cold, that he didn’t care enough about her. He’d realised later on that she had probably been right. More conscious of how much affection he was giving in front of others than he should have been.

Now though, with you these last few years? Joel didn’t give a single fuck what people thought of how he held your hand, kissed you, sat you on his lap as he made deals with all kinds of people. He loved when you’d do the same, when you would kiss him in that spot that was surely made purely for your mouth while you rolled your hips against his hardening cock. The greedy eyes of lowlifes watching on in pure jealousy of how unashamed you were with showing everyone how wanton you could get for him. His precious little hell-raiser.

Shit, he’d fucked you outside before and hadn’t cared who’d heard. It had actually turned him on to know the residents had heard your desperate and lustful cries as you let him take you from behind in an alleyway between two apartment buildings. Anyone could’ve looked out and seen how Joel Miller got to have you be his, the most vicious beauty in all of Boston, submitting to him, belonging to him.

Joel quickly pulled away from Tommy before he got too emotional about how this day had turned into a fucking real life nightmare.

As he strode towards his apartment door with his go bag on his back and his weapons tucked away on his person, he rubbed the tears from his eyes and face. He couldn’t look back at Tommy so he roughly pulled open the door and walked out with a quickly uttered, “see you brother.”

While descending to street level Joel struggled to get his emotions under control. It had been a long time since he had cried, since he had felt this scared and helpless, but he pushed through and began to formulate a plan on how he would get out of the QZ through a smuggler tunnel they had created two years ago. Then he would find you so he could bring you home, safe and sound.

There was no other option he would let himself consider from here on out, he needed to focus on his current mission.

Joel steeled himself as he walked out of the apartment building and turned right to head to the closest smuggling route out of the QZ. As he looked up to assess his surroundings he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of you standing in front of him.

His eyes widened in shock as you stood before him, a shaky vulnerable look on your pretty as sin face. Joel choked on your name in disbelief and before he knew it his hands were grasping your cheeks and his lips were crushing against yours in a desperate kiss.

He pulled away from your tight embrace to quickly gasp, “What the hell happened, baby?” Before he kissed you again and again and again. So relieved to feel you alive and whole in his arms once more.

But then worry clouded his mind; the look on your face as you saw him notice you replayed in his mind.

Joel once again pulled away from the desperate kisses you both were sharing to truly look into your wide teary eyes.

“Are… are you okay, sweetheart? Are you hurt? Let me see you,” Joel pleaded in a vulnerable whisper. He reluctantly pulled further away so he could assess you until you spoke for the first time since your reunion.

“I’m okay Joel, baby. I’m okay I promise!” You gasped as Joel began to pull up your sleeves and the hem of your shirt to see your slightly bruised and cut skin, clearly searching for a fatal wound like a bite that he thankfully would not find.

“Joel!” You shouted to get his attention, uncaring of the passers-by on the busy street taking notice of your desperate interaction.

Joel stopped his searching as you placed your hands on his cheeks and gave a soft smile when you saw the fear in his eyes recede into a warm relieved look of love that always made your chest flutter in unbelievable happiness, like butterflies bursting with life within you. You had never expected to get to this point with anyone, let alone the cold standoffish brute Joel Miller who had barely seemed to tolerate you the first few weeks after your initial meeting.

To have this big, dangerous, sometimes scary but protective man look at you like you were his whole world was intoxicating. No wonder you could never keep your hands off of him.

It had started after the first time you’d fucked, and that’s all it had been meant to be. A desperate fuck after a near death experience, both of you alone and thankful to be alive. You had exchanged no words but a heady look and before you’d known what was happening he was kissing into your mouth before pinning you onto the hard dirty floor and fucking you silly.

You knew he’d been sleeping with Tess at the time, although it wasn’t serious, and you had slipped into Tommy’s bed once or twice, but for years you had respected Joel’s leadership and strength, and of course enjoyed admiring how handsome he really was, but you both had never been particularly close, until then.

After, you had both agreed it wouldn’t happen again. You reluctantly agreed with him even though your legs had felt like jelly after the best orgasms you’d ever been given, having never before been fucked like Joel Miller liked to fuck.

It happened again of course, the very next night when you took a chance and slipped into his room and cot. He hadn’t said a thing against it, only a cocky, “can’t get enough huh, hell-raiser?”

After you sucked him to full hardness he’d let you ride him as fast or slow as you wanted while he just watched you. In the wake of your first orgasm Joel had snapped and took control once more by putting you on your back and practically folding you in half. He’d fucked you so hard you’d screamed your pleasure, so loud you had only realised afterward that Tommy and Tess must have been 100% aware of what was happening. But you’d come so hard you’d squirted all over Joel and made a complete mess, but you had seen in Joel’s eyes how much he’d absolutely loved it.

There was no talk of it never happening again after that, only an acknowledgement that business came first. A few months into your arrangement he began cuddling you after sex, asking you not to leave his bed in the sweetest whisper against the back of your head. You had agreed, threading your fingers through his and nodding with a simple, “yes Joel.”

And you hadn’t left, you both barely let the other out of your lovesick sight as you basically moved in with him. Tess and Tommy quickly moved out so they didn’t have to listen to the both of you ‘fucking every goddamn day.’

“I’m fine baby, I promise. Okay?” You kissed Joel softly bringing you back to the present, his arms tightening around you.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if… fuck, I thought you were-” Joel was crushing you against him, lips brushing yours as he spoke. A tremble was in his voice, one you’ve come to know more over the years as he opened up to you about things from his past.

“I’m right here darlin’, right where I’m supposed to be,” you gently spoke while running your hands through his salt and pepper curls. The action always calmed him down.

“I love you so goddamn much, hell-raiser.” Joel smiled against your lips before kissing you again. You chuckled, feeling tears gather in your eyes at the silly pet name he’d given you after your first chaotic introduction years ago which involved you wielding a couple molotov cocktails. The first of many pet names he graced you with, but definitely your favourite.

“I love you too, big guy.”

Your back gently hit the apartment building as Joel increased the pressure of your kisses, a desperation taking over you both as the feeling of being reunited after a close call washed over you once again.

Joel hiked your leg up and ground his hardened cock against your rapidly soaking pussy making you gasp at the sting of pain the suddenness of your arousal wrought as it travelled deep into your rapidly warming core.

“Joel,” you panted into his mouth as he licked at your tongue before sucking it into his mouth with a growl of need you felt emanating from his belly which was pressed tight against yours.

“Fuck, need inside your tight little cunt right now, darlin’,” Joel rumbled before he hastily began to undo your jeans, his lips carving a wet path across your cheek and down your tilting neck. He bit you quick and hard there, marking you; claiming you. You gasped, your arousal seeping from your desperately empty channel and trickling into your panties as you tilted your hips against his rock hard cock.

Joel slipped his thick fingers into your wet slit making you moan into his mouth.

“Get a room,” you heard someone mutter as they walked past. Joel growled before pulling away to glare fiercely at the man who suddenly blanched before quickly scurrying away at the sight of Joel hovering over you with a murderous look in his eyes.

You giggled at the interaction, drawing his attention back to you, his eyes softening at your mischievous smirk.

“Take me to bed, big guy. Remind me who I belong to,” you murmured before biting your lower lip in anticipation as Joel's eyes turned blacker than the deepest cavern within the fathomless ocean.

He grabbed you by the back of the neck and began to steer you back into the apartment building and up the stairs. You could feel his eyes on your ass before a slap landed there making you squeak excitedly. “Hurry the fuck up, darlin’,” Joel growled with a squeeze to your right cheek making you skip up the stairs quicker, panties practically drenched now.

The next second he was pushing open your apartment door, throwing off his bag and flipping you around to face him so he could kiss you hungrily once more. His thick tongue probed every part of your mouth, overwhelming you. You whimpered, your hands caressing through his hair to scratch gently at his scalp.

His grip on your thighs suddenly let you know what he was about to do and you braced your hands on his broad shoulders as he quickly hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his hips. You both groaned and panted into one another's mouth at the feel of being pressed together.

You stilled when you heard the clearing of a throat. Joel groaned in annoyance as your lips separated wetly.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” Tommy said before covering a slight laugh with a cough, Joel glowered. “But I’m really glad you're okay, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Tommy. I appreciate it.” You smiled, so glad to see him safe and sound too. You told him this and questioned where Tess was and he informed you that she was just fine also.

“I just wanted to say-” Tommy started to speak.

“Enough said,” Joel growled. “Talk later. We're busy, brother.” Joel raised his brows clearly unabashed at being caught in this position by his baby brother.

“Jeez, alright lover boy-” Tommy rolled his eyes.

“I swear to God Tommy if you don’t get the fuck out of here now I’ll-”

“Okay okay! We’ll catch up later, Christ.” Tommy shook his head but you could see he wasn’t truly annoyed by the relieved look on his face.

As Tommy made his way to the door, a smirk was painted on his handsome face. Joel just pierced him with a frustrated and grumpy glare, you couldn’t help but snort softly while still being held up in his strong arms.

“See you later Tommy, and tell Tess thanks as well when you see her,” you quickly uttered before you forgot all about Tess and Tommy in just a few seconds.

“Will do, sweetheart. See you later. You too, Romeo.” Tommy laughed before darting out the door as fast as he could once he’d heard Joel’s growl of annoyance.

“C’mon baby,” you murmured in his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth bringing his attention back to you, his eyes softening once more. “Need to feel your big cock inside me, I feel so empty.” You pouted playfully even though you could still feel some of the adrenaline and fear from your near miss swarming inside you.

You had very nearly not made it home to him and that thought made your heart jump and your hold on your lover tighten. You didn’t know if you could hold back on the avalanche of feeling you knew was headed your way.

“Poor baby,” Joel responded as he carried you to your bed and laid you down, his back not being able to hold you up for much longer, not if he was going to fuck you like you both needed after today. “Don’t you worry darlin’, I got you.”

Joel stood before you and began to remove the various weapons from his body, his dark intense gaze never leaving you as you began to writhe in need.

“Hurry Joel,” you whimpered, a desperation taking over now that you weren’t in his arms anymore. You felt tears gather in your eyes at just how lucky you were to be back here with him, safe and sound. You couldn’t hold back a hiccupping sob threatening to escape you.

Joel took notice and quickly hovered over you, one hand on your hip, the other palming your cheek and wiping a tear away. “You're okay now, baby. I got you.” He kissed your forehead and you could hear him inhale your scent as he did.

“Joel.” You murmured, feeling a little overwhelmed. You needed to release these emotions, and Joel was the best at giving you just what you needed, what you both needed.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” Joel murmured, his own gaze tear filled meeting yours before he pressed his lips to yours for a desperate kiss. You struggled to keep up with his kisses at first but then he was scraping his teeth down your jaw and sucking on your neck.

You bucked your hips up against him, his leg slipping between yours so you could grind on him. You whimpered, needing his bare skin to be slick against yours as you once again fitted together so perfectly.

You needed the intimacy and the vulnerability of being beneath his broad form as he fucked you deep and hard, imprinting himself within you forever.

As if Joel had read your mind, he pulled back from nuzzling between your breasts, his big strong hands grasped the collar of your shirt and ripped it down the middle in one go.

You gasped at the action, at the grimace of need on his face as he began to manhandle you in a desperate need to get you naked beneath him. You unhooked your bra as he roughly pulled down your jeans and panties in one go, snarling in annoyance when your boots hampered his mission.

As soon as you were bare Joel was back on the bed and spreading your legs up and wide so he could see your perfectly soaked little cunt fluttering needily around nothing. Fuckin’ Heaven right there, he thought to himself as he dragged his eyes up your heaving belly and chest to see you biting your lip, small hands fisting the sheets beneath you.

“Please Joel, want you naked against me,” you practically begged, pupils blown out, eyes still glistening. He knew from your reaction something had scared you, probably a moment of terror in thinking you weren’t going to make it back to him in one piece or at all. The idea of that being a very real possibility that could have happened shook him to his core and he quickly tore off his clothes, not wanting to be away from your touch for longer than necessary.

He began to kiss every scrape and bruise as he made his way up your chest. Soon his eyes were looking deep into your soft gaze, your arms and legs wrapping around him and he knew he was finally home. He brushed his nose along yours, both his hands tunnelling into your pretty hair as he gazed down at you.

“You and me, darlin’, that’s all I need. Just you, I fuckin’ love you, you drive me goddamn insane with it, you know that?” His gaze was soft but intense, his words rumbled out of his pouty lips.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your own hands rubbing his back soothingly before sliding up his neck and into his hair. “But I feel the same.”

“Don’t be sorry, darlin’. You’re the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time. Just scares the hell outta me,” he nearly choked on his words before burying his face into the sexy slope of your neck, inhaling your heavenly scent. “Can’t lose you, baby.”

“I’m right here, not losing me, Joel,” you responded softly before kissing his scarred temple.

Joel slowly lowered his hips as he lifted his head to kiss you, his weeping cock covering your pussy, soaking him even further. Normally Joel would prepare you, stretch you with his thick fingers and make you come on his tongue but from the way you were mewling and moving against him he knew you both needed to become one right now. Besides, you had told him plenty of times how you liked the slight pain his cock created when it stretched your little hole open, the girth of him too wide to fit comfortably at first.

You both angled your hips, well versed in the best way to slot together hands free. Your breath hitched when the crown of his twitching cock popped inside you.

“So fuckin’ tight and wet for me, baby girl.”

“Joel,” you whimpered against his lips before your hips pushed against him, sliding more of him within your aching heat.

He stared into your watery eyes as he gripped your hip with a bruising grasp and began to push into your tightness. He loved watching the way your mouth opened into a little ‘o’ shape and the space between your brows creased cutely in pain.

“Takin’ my cock so well, you precious little fuckin’ thing,” Joel growled as he bottomed out causing you to gasp. Your perfect cunt clenching around him was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Your breasts heaved against his chest as he let you adjust to the stretch of him for a moment. But he had little patience right now, so he soon pulled back making you whimper sweetly and he kissed into your mouth soothingly before he moved his hand to the back of your neck and held it tightly.

Pulling back from the kiss he quickly punched his hips down and forward, slamming deep inside you and causing your body to jolt from the force, his hands holding you steady. You weren’t going anywhere.

The squeak you let out was choked off when he did it again, and again. The soundtrack to your desperate love making became the wet slapping of skin on skin, the gasps of pleasure and the cries of pain as you melded together as one. Sweaty skin sliding against hardened nipples and harsh gasps were shared as he rhythmically pounded you into the mattress

“Joel, Joel, oh God Joel don’t stop!” you pleaded wide eyes staring up at his fervent expression as he gazed down at you.

“Fuck! That’s it baby, take my cock.” Joel grimaced in pleasure.

“Please, baby. Go faster!” You yelped as his hips smacked against you, his heavy balls soaked from your arousal.

He granted your plea, arching his back so he could suck on your tight nipples, hands grasping under and over your shoulders as he began to piston sharply within you, pulling you onto his thick cock.

“Yes yes yes, gonna come,” you suddenly gasped and Joel knew it was true by how your tight little pussy started fluttering around his shaft, sucking him deep.

“Come all over me, baby girl,” he whispered against your parted lips, sweat building between you as you both moved in sync, chasing that beautiful euphoria he always granted you.

You had been feeling it build within you so deeply, you knew you were about to crest that tremendous wave of pleasure you associated with Joel and how he always spoiled you rotten when you made love. It hit deep and sharp, making you arch your back and cry out against his lips as your pussy clutched so tightly to him, never wanting him to stop or leave your most vulnerable place that he always cherished.

It caught your breath as you ascended into ecstasy, all you could do was whimper against his plush lips as you came. His hips stuttered as you tightened, unable to keep up the pace at how tightly you were grasping at him. Nails scraping his back, legs spreading further, toes curling against his thick thighs.

“Good girl, baby,” he practically whimpered as you came around him. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, I love you,” Joel growled while he quickened his pace again, the ache in his lower back completely ignored. He sat up a bit, lifted your legs so they fell over the bend in his elbows before planting his hands on the bed.

You were practically folded in half, completely dazed from that intense orgasm as he manoeuvred you however he liked. You loved when he treated you like his precious little fuck doll.

“Oh my God, baby,” you gasped, just watching as his hulking form rose above you, his dark desperate eyes dragging from your own eyes to your bouncing breasts as he started pumping his cock into you once more. The generous crown of his cock repeatedly hit that amorous spot deep inside you that only Joel could locate.

His stare was fixated on where you were joined together as he continued to thrust, slowing a little to admire it. “Sweet little pussy is creaming all over my dick, fuck!” Joel couldn’t take his eyes away from it, your abused hole flushed with arousal and soaked with your mingling desire. “God damn, baby girl. You can really take some cock, huh?”

All you could do was whimper at the vision he made above you, greedy lustful stare focused on your needy hole stretched around the wide circumference of his wet cock pumping inside you. The broad expanse of his tanned slick shoulders, the strength of his hands as they wrapped his calloused fingers around your hips, angling them perfectly. He sat up, his knees bracketing your ass and you quickly pressed your hands up behind you knowing exactly what was coming. Your heart jumped in your chest, you loved to watch him above you like this; using you, loving you so deeply and harshly.

“Gonna cum so deep inside your cunt, baby girl. Never gonna be rid of me,” Joel growled before rolling his hips into you, knowingly hitting that special place inside you that usually had you squirting all over him.

He never forgot that moment you’d shared with one another. Only your second time together and he had given it to you so good it was probably one of his proudest moments, his ego getting a huge boost that had been well needed at the time.

You had been so shocked and loud, you’d practically screamed at the sensation, shivering so vulnerably beneath him afterward it had stuck deep inside his chest afterward. It had pushed him to coo to you softly at your little whimpers, telling you that you were okay, that you had been so sexy and beautiful for him.

His hips were rolling and thrusting into you making you moan and stare up at him in awe. This man was all fucking yours.

“Mine, Joel. You’re mine.”

“Yeah, baby. All yours, this cock is all yours. And who does this pussy belong to, hmm?” he questioned with a smirk as he stared down into your wide eyes as his hips picked up the pace, you continuing to reciprocate his movements like a well choreographed dance.

“Yours, my pussy’s all yours. No one else's, baby.”

“Good girl,” Joel praised before leaning over you, his pretty lips pressing into yours, widening your mouth and swiping his tongue against yours as your pussy flooded his cock and balls creating a slapping sound that made you whimper and blush.

“Always so fuckin’ wet for me. Ain’t ya, sweetheart,” Joel groaned. “Fuckin’ love you.”

“Love you too, now fill me up, baby. Please!” You gasped against him, your foreheads now pressed against one another, mouths sharing harsh breaths.

You braced against the headboard with one hand while moving the other to his curly hair desperately seeking purchase as your arousal grew once more. Core warming and tightening in an impending orgasm and when he shifted your position so he could press against your clit and urethra with his fingers your stomach jumped, knowing exactly what he wanted from you.

“Oh Joel,” you whined.

“Yeah baby, drench me please,” Joel encouraged and you began to flutter around the precise pumping of his twitching cock within your sensitive walls.

It hit you suddenly, your back arched with a quick scream of pleasure and the overstimulation that you associated with squirting. Joel groaned in pleasure as you burst with feeling.

“Atta fuckin’ girl, baby! That’s it, shit I’m gonna come,” Joel gasped as you soaked him, a vision beneath him, sweat slicked tits bouncing, mouth agape in a shout of intense pleasure and eyes practically rolling into the back of your head.

Joel's hips stuttered, his balls tightening even more as he felt his pleasure travel from deep within his core, up to the swollen tip of his cock. “Fuck, baby,” Joel whimpered into your neck as he began to spurt his come deep into your womb, hips stuttering and grinding against yours with the need to stuff you full of his cum.

“Yes, Joel,” you whimpered as you felt him empty himself within you. You nudged his head as he did, wanting to see his handsome face in pleasure. He lifted and looked down at you, cum still spilling, overflowing you and trickling down your ass. “That’s it, baby. Fill me up good. I want all your cum,” you whispered softly as you gazed up at him. His face was so vulnerable and needy in that moment you couldn’t help but clench around him once more.

His balls had emptied with each ejection of his cum inside you, hips finally stilling as his cock became oversensitized to the stimulation still happening.

“Easy, baby girl. Easy.” Joel chuckled as he fell against you, completely spent before kissing you so softly that your heart jumped. “You think I can go again at my age?”

“You think I can go again after that?” You giggled breathily, completely satisfied. The impending avalanche of emotions purged from you in pleasure by your lover.

“Yeah, baby. Don’t doubt yourself.” Joel rubbed his nose against yours affectionately, a small grin on his face, eyes as soft as chocolate ice-cream.

“Then you don’t doubt yourself either.”

“I know my limits and my back is shot, darlin',” Joel grumbled in annoyance, his softly grinning face turning so grumpily pouty you couldn’t help but melt, you loved that you got to see this side of him that he unveiled to no one else but you. He really was all yours.

“Oh, poor baby,” you whispered to him before nudging him to the side so he could rest flat on the mattress, his softened dick slipping out of you with a flood of his cum which tickled your still trembling thighs. You definitely planned on giving him another back massage as soon as you both got some sleep, he had fucked you so perfectly; hard and loving. He certainly deserved it. “Rest now, we’re together and that’s all that matters.”

Joel sighed as he settled into the admittedly uncomfortable bed, but with you snuggling up against his chest he had no complaints.

“I don’t want you goin’ out there without me anymore, okay? Fuck the business, you’re more important.”

You looked up at him “As long as you don’t go out there without me either, we’re more important,” you agreed with a sigh of relief.

“Just you and me, darlin’. That’s all I need,” Joel assured you.

You snuggled deeper into his strong arms, a warm sense of safety and love blanketing your heart as his arms tightened and his lips kissed the top of your head with a mumbled, “Love you, hell-raiser.”

You kissed his chest before replying, “Love you too, big guy.”

A/N: Thank you to any of you who made it to the end of this, I hope you enjoyed it! Please consider reblogging and/or commenting to help this little story of mine find new readers💕😘

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Just a Reminder (smut)

A/N: y’all loved my “Unexpected” story, so I am happy to share more of dom!Steven content. This is a bit long because ya girl got carried away.

Pairings: jealous!dom!Steven Grant x F!Reader, mentions of Marc.

Summary: Steven gets jealous and reminds you who you belong to.

Warnings: Explicit content, MINORS DNI. For real. jealousy, teasing, dominating, grinding, multiple Os, oral giving, oral receiving, unprotected p inv, implied breeding

Word count: 5.1 k. Yes.

18+ only Minors DNI

It was fun to play around with your soft and fluffy boyfriend. He wasn’t a jealous type, at least he never showed it before. Tonight you were invited to a friend’s party, and naturally you assumed it was a plus one. So, you brought your dearest Steven. Hand in hand, taking the lift to your friend’s flat, you could hear the music boom out through the hallway of the destination’s floor.

“You alright, love?” Your other hand softly massages Steven’s chest as you noticed his stiff stance. He nods sternly at you, he wasn’t the type to go out on social gatherings because he usually preferred staying home or spending time with a select few. Especially you.

“A bit fazed but I’ll be fine, darling.” He smiles down at you, reassuring that he’s not something to worry over. Your hands finally come off his chest and knock on your friend’s flat.

In about five seconds the door opens to an array of lights flashing through the darkened flat. A few yellow lights setting the mood on top of the multicolored LEDs. “Babes! You made it! This must be the boyfriend?” Your friend flashes a big smile, opening her arms to invite you in. Her pointer finger directs to Steven.

Proudly, your arm snakes around Steven’s arm, “This is he.” You look up at him, making him glance down at you with a nervous smile.

“Well, come on! Help yourselves.” She adjusts herself to the back of the door to let you both in. Steven holds you tight with his arm, keeping you close to him.

As the night progressed, Steven began loosening up. You watched by the kitchen as your boyfriend conversed with a few other of your friends, absolutely enthralled to see him out of his shell.

“Yeah, no, working at the museum has its perks- for instance the size of my workspace…” You could hear his voice from where you were, audibly giggling at your sweet Steven finally opening up. Even if he is still a tad bit awkward.

Out of nowhere, one of your friends taps you from the side. “Hey doll, been awhile.” His sudden approach shocks you and makes you jolt a bit since you were distracted with watching your boyfriend.

“Oh my God Paul! You scared me!” You laughed and extended your arm for an embrace with your drink in hand. Paul was an old colleague from work who transferred about two months ago. It was nice to see an old face again.

“Sorry, sorry, was just saying hi to everyone again. Seems like I am an outcast now.” He jokes around, leaning into you as his hand propped himself up on the kitchen counter.

Getting lost into the conversation with Paul, you didn’t notice Steven’s slight confusion and borderline insecurity that was boiling. The flat had an open layout, so his view was in direct line with you. You. Oh goodness why was this man touching your shoulder like that? Why are you laughing like that? Why is he whispering to you? Did he just see you blush? He’s probably seeing things, isn’t he?

I mean it isn’t Steven’s fault really. And it's not like he doesn’t trust you, he does. He doesn’t trust the people around you. In this case, that man who’s looking at you up and down. Unbeknownst to Steven, you didn’t look at Paul as a potential interest but just an old friend. But what did Steven know? This guy is giving you a look that he does not like.

“So Steve, when did you and y/n start dating?” A voice peers in from the circle he found himself in.

“It-its Steven. Not Steve. And uh- excuse me.” He stands up and walks towards you gaining the courage to approach this fuck who kept looking at you like you were a piece of meat. I mean who wouldn’t look at you while wearing that beautiful skin tight dress? Sure it was casual but you made every piece of clothing look and exude class.

As he reaches closer he gets a better glimpse of the man and a better jist of the conversation. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Upon hearing those words from the guy’s mouth his ears pang with a hint of jealousy. Who was he kidding? A load of jealousy. He usually kept his jealousy hidden but the alcohol is kind of influencing his emotions— making him a bit more comfortable with his confidence.

Quickly he approaches you from behind and wraps his arms around you, placing his chin on your right shoulder. “Oh hi, darling.” Your soft voice reaches his ears and he’s almost calmed. Almost. Unfortunately, Paul was there. “Steven, love, this is Paul. An old friend.” The man extends his hand to shake his and Steven reluctantly accepts. Removing his embrace to stand close beside you. “And Paul, this is Steven, my beloved boyfriend.” The two share a glance at each other. Almost like a stand-off but both try to play it cool.

Your eyes look up at Steven who you were very happy to be close to. “Glad you’re having fun, love.” You praise his confidence with the inner circle that formed around him a while ago.

“Yeah it's nice,” His tone almost ignored what you just said, jittering at the situation. “…We should go though, darling. It's getting late.” Steven points at the clock showing the time. 1:30 AM. Before you could respond, Paul answers in what Steven describes as cocky as ever.

“Oh come on, y/n! I just got here and we haven’t even drank together yet.” Paul’s eyes teeter between you and Steven. His reply makes Steven internally scream and externally fume. Who the hell did he think he was? He didn’t know it then but his face was slowly turning red out of disdain towards Paul.

Your eyes look at Steven who is tight lipped and abruptly grabs a beer can from the opposite counter, opening it with ease. He gives it to Paul and with a sarcastic tone speaks, “There you are. Y/n, darling, drink your cup.” He gestures to you to tilt your cup. “And you, do the same.” He gestures the same to Paul.

Both you and Paul awkwardly gulp a small sip from your drinks. You noticed Steven’s demeanor and immediately knew that he was not feeling this interaction whatsoever. He was demanding, more authoritative. It was a different type of hot than you were used to.

Once done, Steven grabs you by the waist. “Alright, you have drunk together… Love, let’s go.” Desperate to get you out of that place and away from Paul. He was obviously into you and didn’t give a flying fuck that Steven was wrapping around you. I mean one should have some respect for a man and his woman.

“Wait- Y/n, what’s your number so we could-“

“Sorry mate, we’re late for something. Maybe next time, yeah? Yeah next time.” He pats Paul by the shoulder almost roughly, trying to eye him down, maybe he would read the damn room and back off. But he was persistent.

“I think that’s for y/n to decide, mate.” He pushes Steven’s hand off his shoulder. Moving towards him while Paul cocks his head to the side. Paul’s poor attempt in intimidating Steven.

Steven smirks at the mere audacity that this man was demonstrating. Sure, Steven was often this soft person. usually kept his mouth shut. But, he was also the person that convinced a literal Egyptian God to set him and Marc free. “Do you really want to overstep, mate?”

You thank your stars that the apartment was flooded with noise and half-awake drunk people— no one could hear or see what’s happening. You decided to step in before someone gets hurt. “Actually, Paul, I am getting quite sleepy. And you don’t need my number, you have my socials.”A sweet smile pops through your cheeks as you grab Steven by the arm. “Let’s go?” He looks to you with a sense of relief through his eyes and nods. Of course he had to look back at Paul with the most smug face he could put on.

And in a flash, you guys exit the party, back into the quieter and brighter hallway. A big contrast from the party.

You lean your head against Steven’s arm, a warm fuzzy feeling forming inside you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered and admire the fact that Steven was obviously jealous. Very willing to show someone that you're his and he’s yours. So you decide to ask as you guys get on the lift.

“Aren’t we gonna talk about it?” Your voice causes him to shiver. Embarrassed that you were going to be angry or disappointed in him for acting like how he did.

“Talk about what?” He tries to cover it up and leave it in the past. No mention of the issue in this case would keep it out of mind. But you knew better.

You jokingly pat his chest, “Baby, you know what- Paul…?”

“That knob? Why would you wanna talk about him?” His insecurity was slowly peeking through and you could tell by the way his jaw was clenching.

“No darling, I wanna talk about why my boyfriend was jealous.” The lift doors open to the ground floor making you both move out to the streets of London. Cold and lonely.

“Was not.” He calmly states as you latched onto his side.

“Totally was.” You tease back, an albeit, adorable smile peeks through those lips as you look at Steven. He tries his hardest to not look at you but it was quite hard.

Instead of answering Steven stayed silent and stern. You could have sworn Marc took over from that point in time but Steven spoke otherwise. “Let’s just get home…” His strides were bigger and faster. Your shared apartment was a few blocks away so walking was fine.

As Steven unlocks the flat, he hurriedly goes in. You follow, almost confused why he’s still acting like this even though nothing happened between you and Paul. You even shut Paul down.

But alas, Steven was being eaten by his inner demons and his alter wasn’t actively there to talk him out of it. So he stood by Gus the Second’s fish tank, feeding him aimlessly. Maybe you wanted to be with Paul and you just so happened to pick him. Maybe if he hadn’t stepped in, Paul would have taken advantage of you. All these raunchy and untrue thoughts crowded him so much that he didn’t notice you standing by his side.

His brows were furrowed. Staring at Gus eats the tiny pieces of fish food very intently. So you decide to fill the empty air. “You know Gus will eat all that, you don’t have to watch him.” Nothing. Steven was just standing there.

“Did you want to talk more to him?” Steven tilts his head to look at you. He was a bit too clouded in judgement since he was still focusing on Paul.

“No. I was honestly watching you the whole night.” You were being truthful. Steven was shining for the first time, in what seemed like forever, and you couldn’t help but fall deeper into him as he lit up the party.

“He probably… wanted…you.” You hear him mumble something under his breath, making your brows spring up.

“What was that?” You ask him again to get a better sense of hearing and understanding of what he was saying.

“I said…” Steven stood upright and looked down at you, “He… probably… wanted… to… fuck… you.” He almost spits the words out. They were silent but very impactful. With each word he closed the gap between the two of you.

You were a bit taken aback with Steven’s sudden choice of words and confirmed the relentless display of jealousy tonight. Also, you were a bit offended. “Do you not trust me?”

“I trust you. I don’t trust that idiot.” He answers almost immediately, his eyes focus onto yours and they are quite different from what you were used to seeing. They were not soft, they were intimidating and filled with what seemed to be rage. But it was slowly turning into lust. “You are mine. Right?” His statement ended unsure. Still insecure.

“Steven of course. Please, darling, don’t ever think I would choose him over you.” You cup his face softly, causing his features to melt onto your palm. “Or anyone for that matter. I’m all yours.”

“All mine.” He nods into your touch, pulling you in by the waist. Your hips nearing one another.

“I gotta say love… seeing you jealous and protective like a while ago was… it was hot.” You admit as you pull him down to your lips. You can’t help but get a bit turned on with the idea of Steven taking this alpha type of behavior into your sex life.

And just like you, Steven was in a mood too. A mood to mark you, show you and remind you that no one else is to touch your body but his hands. No other cock is supposed to go into that tight wet pussy except for his. So when you openly admitted your attraction to the situation, he took it as approval.

“You do, hm?” His hand slides to your ass cheek, taking it into the palm as his fingers squeeze. The mere pressure makes your lips part in an ‘o’ shape as a small squeak escapes. “Little princess likes being fought for hmm? She likes seeing me fend for our relationship, doesn’t she?” At this point, both his hands were massaging your ass cheeks, as you lifted yourself up on your tippy toes. The vulgarity of his words was so new and so bad. Why did it have to feel so good?

You nod softly as you lift your lips up to kiss him again. This time more passionate, like the only thing giving you oxygen were his lips. His hand kneaded your ass and the feeling was definitely getting you excited.

“Darling, you should have known better and left him the moment he started.” He speaks in between kisses as his hands leave your bum and slide up and down your sides. “Or did you purposefully want me to get jealous?” Removing his lips from yours, he moves it down to your chin, then your neck and your collarbones.

“I wasn’t.” You shakily responded, allowing your body to feel and melt into Steven’s touch. His hands support your back as his kisses lower to your chest.

“Is that right, love?” Steven stops softly kissing your upper body to look you in the eyes. A smirk formed around his mouth. “I don’t believe you…” His nose pushes against yours as he snarls those words.

“Absolutely not, Steven. I wasn’t flirting back.” You managed to let your voice be heard because Steven shouldn’t be let to believe you were intentionally trying to make him jealous.

Instead of answering, Steven’s other hand places itself on your neck. Light enough to make sure you didn’t choke, yet hard enough to place pressure. “But he was definitely flirting tonight… wasn’t he?” His lips were so close to yours yet so far away. You cursed yourself for the heat and wetness that was forming in between your thighs. Steven’s fluffy and sensual sex tactics were completely gone.

“I think-“ He tightens his hand before you could complete your sentence. Surely, leaving visible hand marks for tomorrow.

“I mean who wouldn’t flirt with you? Hmm? Your ass and breasts were just begging to be touched. No wonder Paul was trying to get into you.” While his other hand situated on your neck, the other made its way to the hem of your bodycon dress, just above the knee.

“My darling was just begging to be fucked by another man… wasn’t she?”

“No!” He loosens his grip around your neck, curious to know what you were about to say. “No, Steven. i just want you. I wanted you to fuck-“

“Oh so you wanted me to get jealous so I could show you how to get fucked like the little whore you are?” Steven's hand around your neck moves down to your tits, massaging them through your dress and bra. The other slightly lifts your dress so he could access your heat, feeling the warm and soft skin. “You can’t lie, darling. You’re soaked.”

You whimper as Steven’s voice lowly whispers into your ear. “Have you been soaked all night, you naughty girl?” He playfully asks as he looks into your eyes. Still toying with your breasts while his finger slides your panty to the side. Feeling your wet lips.

“I- I can’t help it.” You admit. Making Steven remove his touch from you, visibly, you were distraught. Wanting his touch.

“Because of Paul?” His insecurity beaming a bit again.

“For God’s sake, no! I want you. Please. I sound like an absolute disaster right now but, I want you!” You were pathetically begging. “Paul is nowhere near your level, baby.” You’ve never actually begged like this. Steven stood there, looking at your face and slowly approached you.

His hands slide down to the bottom of your dress, pulling it above your head in one gentle motion. “Show me how bad you want me.” He tosses the dress across the flat, leaving you in your bra and panties. A sultry red lingerie set that seemed like you were expecting this night. “And by the looks of it, love. You were planning this.” He refers to your outfit with a smile.

“How do I show…”

“Come here.” He sits on the couch, spreading his legs apart as he invites you onto his lap. You excitedly obliged as your cunt feels the roughness of his pants. The only barrier between your cunt and his leg was the flimsy fabric. Steven’s hands guide your hips slowly onto his lap, moving you back and forth. The friction your clit was feeling was immaculate.

“Is that what my dearest darling wants?” Steven couldn’t help but get lost with your expressions. So soft, so needy and all his. His hands assisted the friction and your reactions were very admirable. The way you bucked your hips, the way your eyes shut tight as your lips parted to release the sweetest of all moans. The way beads of sweat were forming all over your body, making your skin glow underneath the yellow lamp lights.

“Steven, I need more.” You admit, being a bit frustrated that Steven couldn’t touch you directly. He chuckles at your request. “I don’t think you’ve proven yourself enough to be a good girl, yet.” He hums into your ear as your grinding gets a bit more vigorous.

“Please…” pleading for your man to give you an ounce of relief.

“Tell you what, love…” He massages your ass yet again, “If you could make yourself cum on my lap without my assistance, I will reward you.” He kisses your breasts gently with soft pecks and even a lick or two. “Does that sound good?”

“Yes, yes, anything.” He got you wrapped around his fingers with the way he was teasing your urges. Slowly, he removes his grasp from you and leans against the couch, extending his arms behind him so he could have a full view of you using him to make yourself cum.

“That’s it baby, ruin the denim… Look at you, you got my jeans soaked.” He peers up to you through his eyelashes with the most lust-filled gaze. He wanted to make his hands explore you but unfortunately he did say you should do it yourself. So all he could do was animalistically look at you.

Your hips continued to go back and forth as your cheeks flushed red. The pressure building in your lower abdomen was a bit too much to handle. And you were sure you ruined your panties. That didn’t matter though. As you grinded you found your hands subconsciously traveling along your body, touching yourself as Steven watched in awe. He couldn’t stop you if he wanted. Such a goddess like you should be free to admire you own body. Your hands massaged both your tits and pulled them out of your bra. It was such a great sight. Until the knot in your stomach inevitably breaks free and causes you to leave already soaked pants, soaked further.

Steven immediately takes you in for a kiss, praising you for being such a good girl, “What a good girl, such a good girl all for me.” He says in between his kisses as you try to catch your breath. In a quick flick of the wrists, Steven removes your bra. “Pesky thing is keeping me from seeing all of you.” He encourages you to stand up and remove your panties, which you gladly followed.

You were there standing in front of your darling, naked. He felt bad about you being the only one putting on a show, so he decides to take off his annoying clothing as well. “Come here.” He pats the couch, though you would have loved to sit on his lap, you do as you're told.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, exposing his impressive body. You would never not get shocked at how this man was built. And he was all yours. He slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Taking out his member slowly, your eyes widen as your mouth thirsts. You wanted to have that beautiful pulsating length in your mouth or in you. Either way it needs to be in you.

“D’ya want it, love?” His voice was cocky, looking at the way your mouth was already open for him. “Wrap those pretty lips around it. He needs you.”

Without further questions, you hop in between his thighs and take him in with your hands. Gently licking the sides like you were trying to clean an ice cream cone. He pulls your hair up and away from your face so he could see you better. Your lips slowly make their way to his tip as your tongue teases it. He was cursing at your slowness. Wanting nothing more than to fuck your mouth.

“Fuuuck, darling pleaseee…” he hisses. You smile at his reaction and finally give him what he wants. Taking his tip in, as your hands worked the base of his cock. You inhale deeply as you try to take as much of him as you can. And his grip tightens around your hair. You begin bobbing your head up and down as your hands gently squeeze the base of his cock and balls.

It was so good and felt like heaven. Steven would love to have just fill your mouth up and have you swallow every last drop but he didn’t want it to end there yet. So with all the strength and control he could muster, he pulls your lips off of him.

“Shit, darling…” you wipe the precum and spit around your lips, looking up at Steven. Curious as to why he stopped you.

“What’s the matter baby?” You question.

“Nothing’s the matter at all. Let’s see to it that you get the same treatment, hmm?” He lifts you up by the chin and guides you to sit down on the couch. He gets up and situated himself in between your legs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart, spreading on either side of you, on the couch. Steven took this as an opportunity to lick your inner thighs, slowly and sensually. Sucking and leaving love marks where no one can see.

You had no control over the fact that you began shivering, desperately wanting to get him closer to your heat. “Darling, please.” You let out.

Steven stops and looks up at you, “Please what, princess?”

“Please just…” You struggled to find a good way to let him know you wanted to feel him more. “Just… give it to me.”

Steven laughs at your inability to form sentences but he didn’t wanna torture you any longer, so he dips down and placed peppery kisses up and down your cunt. Stopping by your entrance to give it one slow and long lick. “Fuck-“ you gasp out. This encourages Steven to grab your hands and place them on the back of his head.

“Come on baby, show me where you want me to go.” He purrs into your lips causing your hands to shake. Carefully, you pull his head up till you felt his lips above your clit. “Naughty. Naughty.” He breaths out before licking your sensitive bump, sucking and kissing on it as one of his fingers teases your folds.

He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder so he could access you better. Still sucking and licking your clit as his finger enters your pussy. The wetness was expected but Steven was shocked by how clenched down you were on his fingers. Getting him excited at the thought of his length being squeezed in.

He circles his tongue as his finger curls up inside you, this makes you squeeze Steven’s locks with a soft squeal from your lips. “Mm, does my baby like that? What if I do it again?” He repeats the exact motion, faster and deeper— making you literally shake at his eagerness to please.

“Shit Steven- do-do it again please…”

“Beg more, princess. Beg me to make you cum.” His voice vibrates on your clit.

“Make me cum. Pretty fucking please, Stevenn.” You were so high from the pleasure that you didn’t mind the dirty words that were escaping your mouth.

As promised, he does that same thing again. Constant. Passionate. Deep. And fast. The repeated motions were so exquisite that you eventually squirted all over your dearest Steven’s face.

“Wow.” He speaks as he watches you catch your breath. Eager to taste you, he licks you clean, as well as his hands. “Darling, you are so sweet.” His soft dominating persona pushes you down onto the couch, legs still spread apart. “Now stay still.”

He pulls his pants down to his knees as his length springs out, ready and hungry for you. “He’s been a bit needy and jealous that my finger got all the glory.” Steven adjusts himself so that your ass was at the edge of the couch and his cock’s head was just by your entrance.

“So you are jealous…” You toyfully joke as you massaged Steven’s abdomen, carefully and intricately tracing his muscles. Steven shakes his head with a smile, “Not anymore, you’re all mine. Isn’t that right?”

You lift your head as your hands pull him down, “Fuck yeah I’m all yours.” You whisper into his ears, “Now fuck me.”

With those nasty words, Steven looks into your eyes as he forcefully slams into you. Watching your wide eyes squint with pleasure, not breaking any eye contact. “Such a needy baby.” He says as he slams in intervals. Making you physically move against the crook of the couch.

“Fuuuck sakeee Stevennn.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to keep looking into his eyes. He pushes his forehead against you as his hands keep you on the edge of the couch. His rhythmic movements were so euphoric and caused you to let incoherent praises and moans fill the air.

“Baby, yes. That’s. Fucking. It.” He thrusts into you with such force and need. “I will fucking mark you. Mark this pussy as mine and only mine!” He carries you into his arms so he could kiss your lips. His pounds were getting faster and deeper and you swore you felt him in your stomach. Him implying he wanted to fuck a baby into you was very enticing. You deepen the kiss and wrapped your legs around him.

“Yes, please. Give it to me. Give me all your cum.” You whisper as you kiss. This makes him vulgar and rougher, pushing into you. Even adjusting his angle.

“Is that it, baby? My little princess wants a baby? Wants this cock to mark you with a baby? Say it. Fucking say it!” Relentlessly, he was getting pushed to the edge. He wanted to mark you by all means and he couldn’t help but want it in all ways possible.

“Put a fucking baby in me.” Was all you managed to muster until Steven thrusts so fast that you came undone all over his member as you felt his warm cum drip all the way in you. He remains inside until every last drop was in you.

“Shh… shh… stay.” He pushes your abdomen down as he gently slides himself out, lastly swiping his cock on your lips. “Fuck darling…” He plops down onto the carpeted floor and couldn’t help but smile as he admired the masterpiece he made on and in your pussy. His hot liquid fills you up till the brim. Mixed with your own.

Quickly, he grabs a clean towel from the drawers and returns to you. Gently patting you down, careful to not push any of his cum out of you. You laid there, breathless and absolutely dumbfounded by the situation you just went through. To be frank, you barely felt your legs. The air was filled with the smell of sex and your body was filled with Steven. And you were satisfied with the feeling.

Glancing down, you see Steven who was gently cleaning you. Switching back to his nurturing persona. He softly closes your legs to make sure his seed stays in you. Causing you to adjust your sitting properly, laying on the back of the couch. He grabs the couch blanket and wraps you in it.

You tapped him on the shoulder and use your pointer finger to call him near. He follows and gets pulled into your lips. “Don’t ever get jealous again. Alright? You’re the only man I want to be with.”

“Are you saying that cause I fucked you silly or-“

“I’m saying that because I love you, dingus.” You boop his nose. Squeezing your legs tight as you still felt his cum in you.

His lips smile and his dimple peers through. God he was such an adorable and handsome sight. Why would he think you’d leave him?

“I’m going to draw us a bath.” Steven stands up and kisses your forehead. Leaving you there in a happy stricken moment for the rest of the night.

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