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cowpokeomens · 3 months

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absolution

Pairing: Pastor!Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!! A looot of references to religion (it all takes place in a church, so), smut smut smut (p-in-v) I'm including dubcon bc consent is weird with power dynamics, age gaps (10 yr) (everyone is of legal age though!!), some body horror stuff, power imbalance, I think that's all but if you come across something that I missed please reach out so I can tag accordingly!!! Love u bye!!!

A/N: This was really cathartic to write lmao I have a sprinkling of Religious Trauma and this helped me work through some of those feelings in my own weird horny way. It is porn, please don't start expecting me to be some kinda respectable writer with plotlines or whatever. PLEASE HEED THE TAGS. Okay enjoy!!!!

The guilt of it is eating you alive.

The pressure between your legs- the raw, empty ache that plagues you day in and day out. Sitting on your pew, you are once again swept away by long, glossy hair and inked knuckles, turning sacred pages of a holy book that can do nothing to hold your attention at this moment.

What an impression of Christ he makes, you think to yourself, sounding hypnotized even in your internal monologue.

He arrived when you were 19, to your small town, to your even smaller church. The rest of the folks in town think your congregation is too… fanatical. You can’t imagine a world in which someone could be over-zealous for the word of God, and even so, Pastor Karlsson had done a lot to level the congregation out.

He was a divorcee, not by his choice, he has said. He was only 29 when he first rolled into town, funny accent and even funnier sounding name causing immediate distrust in your tight-knit community.

But God, did he have a testimony. Sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll, the tattoos adorning his body told you the story better than those gaudy stained glass windows in the snobby Catholic churches ever could. A lecherous lifestyle with a woman who didn’t love him, not really - not the way you do. He had humbled himself to you all, and you gladly let him in. He was made a pillar in your community - he became a leader to the congregation.

Which is why you always suppressed your feelings, putting them in a locked sarcophagus and hurling it to the far recesses of your mind. You will not be the thing that tries to come between him and the Lord.

You look up at him as he speaks, standing at the pulpit and wielding the word of God like the Archangel Michael who so valiantly struck down Satan. He who is made in God’s image; Had it not been for your utter devotion to the Lord, you would have wondered if he could sin at all.

But you knew better. Everyone carried their own sins. You had heard stories of husbands and wives who idolized each other so much that they left the church altogether. Your heart broke at the thought of leaving God’s light to worship something as sinful as human flesh, couldn’t imagine risking an eternity of paradise for what would one day be dust.

Not that you’d know, of course. You’d never felt the touch of a man outside of when Pastor Karlsson baptized you the day before your 21st birthday. It had been fuel for weeks, his gentle hand on your back, guiding you underneath the water of the river that ran out behind the church. You had stuffed yourself full of your own fingers that night, stuffed your mouth full of bed linens so that no one would hear how you came undone at the mere thought of him.

Perhaps you are the lecherous one, after all. Though you can’t help but think that God has given you Pastor Karlsson on purpose, as a test of your faith. A test that you believed you were passing, for the most part. You haven’t missed a Sunday sermon since you caught the flu in 2021, and even so, you watched the livestreams on Facebook. You keep your nose in your Bible, and ignore the clench in your gut when he tells you good morning.��

This morning is different.

This morning is worse.

You just come off of your period- disgusting and uncomfortable as it was, you are thankful it was over and you can enjoy the rest of your June in peace. But it lingers under your skin, an itch that can’t be scratched. Your emotions are raw, and you burst into tears twice this week, unprompted. Worst of all is the ache.

You didn’t know you could feel so empty. It claws at your insides like a caged beast, mockingly calling in the voice of Moloch himself, “Fill me up, fill me up.”

You threw yourself headfirst into your studies; you reviewed Ecclesiastes as a way to ground yourself, to remind yourself that this was a temporary feeling, and would pale in comparison to the absolution of Heaven.

Still, sitting in your pew, you felt the hunger gnashing at you, gnawing at your throat. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. You stutter through your hymnal, barely reading half the words. Your mother keeps giving you concerned looks, your father aloof as ever. Halfway through the sermon, she hisses in your ear, “What is the matter with you?”

You blink up at her, wide-eyed, and stammer out a “I - I don’t know. I feel… weird.”

She purses her lips, but says nothing, turning back to Pastor Karlsson in the pulpit.

You pass the time in silence, feeling itchy and hot, until the sermon concludes, and everyone makes a mass exodus to the dirt lot where their cars are parked.

“Hold on.” Your mother stops you as you begin exiting your pew.

She walks over and, to your utter horror, greets Pastor Karlsson, pulling him aside and speaking to him in hushed tones. He nods once, glancing at you, then nods again as she steps away. She looks grateful, patting his shoulder in that way that mothers do.

He looks at you then, and his full attention is enough to make you combust. Suddenly your dress is too tight on your chest, your breasts straining with every breath against the linen that encases you. Your bones itch, but your hands stay resolutely tucked into your sides, your Bible held against your chest.

You’re so busy focusing on breathing that you don’t realize he’s walking towards you until he’s right in front of you, smiling warmly while greeting you by name. Your mother is by his side, looking at you in such a way that tells you she had something to do with this interaction.

“Darling, Pastor Karlsson here wants a word with you. He even said he’d give you a ride back to the house! I’ll set aside a plate for you at home, you two take your time here.” She was smiling in a way that made all of her teeth visible, like a snarling animal. A lead brick settles in your stomach at the expression as you look up at Pastor Karlsson.

He was so tall, you think as you peer up at him. Dark eyes meet yours, making your gaze flicker away to something else- anything else to avoid the intensity you find there. Looking directly into his eyes was like looking into the maw of a starving beast- you weren’t brave enough to even consider it.

Your mother departs with a final “Wonderful sermon, Joakim, thank you!” Flashing one of her pageant smiles at him - one she’s never given your father - as she goes.

He nods politely, murmuring a quiet, “All the glory to God.” before turning back to you. He gives you a thoughtful look before he speaks again.

“Your mother is concerned about you.” His tone was not accusatory or pointed, just repeating facts.

You inhale shakily. “Yeah, I feel kind of weird today.” Admitting to such a thing is not a lie - you do feel weird today.

He nods, as if understanding. Then, “Would you like to speak in my office? I have to pick up a few things, then we can head out.”

The thought of being in an enclosed space with him made you almost pass out, but you persevere, giving a meek nod as you follow him out of the sanctuary.

It was a short walk from the sanctuary to his office, your church is small, even among small churches. You love its modesty; It is a far cry from the towering spires and flying buttresses you saw in your history books back in school, but it has a self-effacing quality that makes it approachable to people from all walks of life.

The walls are painted white, though slightly yellowed with age. Dark wood lines the floor, blue carpet cushioning your steps as you walk. There aren’t many windows - it was built for insulation, not sight-seeing, after all. Crosses hang sporadically throughout the hallways, some wooden, carved by members, others purchased at a discount at the craft stores a few towns over.

His office is a glorified coat closet, something the elders threw together haphazardly when God called him to serve. It fit a desk, a desktop computer that was older than dirt, and two chairs, one on either side of the desk. The carpet is green, the walls beige, and you have always thought it is an entirely unbecoming space for such a Godly man. It’s a good thing he was humble; God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble, you think, almost bitterly, as he sits down in the chair by the computer. You make a mental note to work on your own humility as you sit down in the chair opposite him.

“So, what’s got you feeling weird?” He asks with a small smile, putting his elbows on the desk and lacing his fingers together. His hair falls over his shoulders with the movement, cascading down in a curtain of silk. You remind yourself to breathe.

Stammering, you try to explain yourself. “I’m- I’m not sure, Pastor Karlsson-”

“Joakim.” He interrupts you gently.

You blink at him, confusion evident in your face. He must find something about the expression amusing, because he’s smiling softly and continuing, “You can call me Joakim. We’re both grown-ups here.”

You swallow loudly, the sound all but ricochets in the stillness of the room. “R-right. I’m not really sure why I feel so weird. I just had a really hard time focusing today.” You suddenly realize what you’ve said, correcting yourself quickly. “Not that the sermon wasn’t good! Your sermons are always wonderful, Pastor Karls - Joakim.”

He’s smiling broadly now, clearly entertained by your flailing. “It’s okay, käresta, I understand what you mean." A pause, then he lowers his hands. "Is there something on your mind specifically? Something that’s preventing you from focusing?”

You go still, scared to breathe too fully, lest it give you away. Your eyes slide to the ground, teeth coming out to gnaw at your lip. You can feel your heart racing in your throat- the throbbing sensation makes you wonder if you’ll actually vomit from anxiety. You freeze further when Joakim places a hand on your arm, gently.

His voice is barely audible when he whispers, “Hey, it’s okay. We all have our sins, and sin is sin -”

“- Is sin.” You finish for him, sounding unconvinced. You take a deep breath, then redirect your gaze back to him. His eyes are soft with concern, mouth pulled into the faintest frown. Hating to imagine you’re the reason he’s so upset, you blurt out before you can even process your words.

“I’ve been having lustful thoughts about a man in the congregation.” Once the words have been said, you fight the urge to grab them clean out of the air and stuff them back into your mouth.

The hand on your arm tenses for half a second, then relaxes again. “Okay.” He begins calmly, pulling his hand back to the table. You resist the urge to whimper at the loss of contact. “I can see where your concern is coming from. Is this man married?”

There were only so many unmarried men in the congregation; it would be an easy elimination if you were truthful. But... You were already coming clean about one sin, no need to add on others, you reasoned. Shaking your head in a negative, you give a meek, “No, he’s not.”

Joakim nods thoughtfully, staying silent for a moment. You can all but see the gears turning in his mind, deducing who it could be. You wonder if he lists himself amongst the unmarried men- or if he is courting some woman, unbeknownst to you all. No, your mind fired at you venomously. He is not the sort of man to slink around in the shadows.

Finally, he spoke. “While lust is never something to give full rein to, it is understandable, biologically speaking.” Upon seeing your confusion, he offers another soft smile, continuing. “You’re at an age where your body wants you to have children. It is what God made you for, it’s only natural that someone as devoted as you are would respond strongly to His plan. You’re not doing anything wrong, käresta.”

Relief floods your body, making your shoulders sag at the loss of tension. You aren’t doing anything wrong, Joakim even told you so. But that makes you wonder- is there anything you should be doing? You’re about to ask when he speaks again.

“I’ve been wanting to speak with you privately for a while now.” He huffs a small laugh. “It seems the Lord thought today would be a good time, so it shall be.”

You straighten your shoulders, sitting up, wanting to make sure he knows he has your full attention. Looking at him fully, you’re not surprised why your body is so responsive to him. He’s so handsome, even with the shadow of dark stubble on his face. You wonder what keeps him up at night, which chapters he gets stuck on for days before clarity dawns on him. It’s no mystery why your body is putting thoughts of lust in your mind; he’s the sort of man who would make a wonderful father.

You cut off that train of thought, needing to focus on the present moment. He needs your full attention for whatever he’s going to say next.

“The Lord has been communicating with me for some months now, on the topic of finding a wife.” You both take deep breaths, though for different reasons, you imagine. “You’ve heard my testimony on my previous marriage, so I don’t need to emphasize how much I’ve prayed about this.”

Your heart breaks, shatters, combusts into nothing but ash at his words. The Lord wants him to find a wife, and it sounds like he has someone in mind. You swallow the lump of bile in your throat, trying to listen to his next words as your guts fight the natural inclination to stay in your body.

“I’ve spoken to God a lot, the last few months- even by pastor standards.” The playful smile he gives you feels like a knife twisting in your chest. “And if I’m understanding his message correctly, I believe God wants me to court you.”

You’re so busy wallowing that you don’t understand what he’s said at first. The words sink in slowly, like the drip of an IV into your veins. When you think you understand, you manage a, “What?”

He chuckles, not a degrading sound, rather like he understands your confusion. “I know, it seems sudden, but I’ve been speaking to the Lord about this for many months, and-”

“Oh my goodness.” You interrupt as realization hits you like a freight train. “No - I know. I know. Because God has been speaking to me, too.”

Joakim’s brow furrows at you, and it feels nice to not be the confused one for once.

You continue, looking up at him shyly. “The… lustful thoughts I’ve been having, they-” You pause, building up your courage. “They’re about you.”

He’s frozen, mouth slightly agape as he processes your confession. His head tilts to the side slightly, eyes darker than usual as he asks, “You’ve been having lustful thoughts about… me?”

You nod, cheeks tinged pink. “When you’re in the pulpit - I try to focus, I really do, but my mind wanders to… other things.”

You should be embarrassed, should be ashamed of admitting something so unbecoming. But the comfort of this being God’s plan washes away any ill regards you have about the situation; this is what He has always intended.

“Other things?” He echoes, eyes focused on you intensely. His voice is hushed, only loud enough for the two of you to hear. “Like what?”

Your blush deepens at his inquiry. “Well, it’s more of a feeling than an exact thought…”

He’s leaning forward now, all but hanging over his desk at your words. He looks hungry, you realize suddenly; Like he’d seen firsthand the famine in Canaan, pupils blown wide, mouth open, breathing slowly. “A feeling?” He prompts.

Nodding, you find yourself leaning forward too, almost desperate to close the gap between you both. You can feel the dust in the air, hear the quiet electric hum of his old desktop computer. Your breath is coming too loudly, it ricochets off the walls around you both. “It feels like an ache.” You explain, sounding hoarse. “It feels like an emptiness.”

He takes a shaky breath, pushing himself back from his desk in a controlled motion. Standing up, he makes his way around the desk to stand in front of you, one of his calloused hands guiding your chin up to look at him.

“Do you want me to help you - with the emptiness? The ache?” He questions, eyes boring into yours.

The thought of it makes your thighs clench together, and the feeling is so delicious that you almost vocalize it. Your mouth is dry, but you feel wetness gathering in your cotton panties already. You almost forget to respond, nodding and breathing out, “Yes, please.”

“Always so well-mannered.” He praises, making you feel warm. You would do just about anything for him to keep going.

The hand on your jaw guides you upward until you’re standing in front of him. You’re not touching, but you can feel the heat emanating from his body, feel the way the air vibrates between you. His eyes travel down to your lips, back up to your eyes, then down to your lips again.

“Have you ever kissed a boy, lillis?” He asks, eyes half-lidded and voice quiet.

You shake your head, a tiny movement. “No.” You pause, then decide to continue. “I wanted to save myself.”

His inhale is sharp, deep. “Such a good girl.” The words light a fire in your belly, and the familiar gnawing is back, worse than ever before. You shift on your feet, subconsciously searching for any kind of friction. He picks up on the movement.

“Do you feel empty, now? Are you desolate?” You can feel where his breath hits your face. If you tilted your head right, your lips would meet. The clothes you’re wearing feel itchy - too tight, too rough.

You can’t speak, so you nod “yes.” His eyes run down your figure, back up again to your lips.

“Show me where.” Is his only command. You can’t read his expression fully, features arranged into careful neutrality. The spark in his eyes seemed to hint at desperation, though.

Your face is probably the color of a sun-ripened tomato, but you do as he says, grabbing his free hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingers curl up through your skirt, cupping your mound. Your eyelids flutter shut at the contact, hands coming up to rest against his chest to steady yourself. Heartbeat racing, you don’t think there could be anything better than the feeling of what’s happening right now.

“Here? Is this where you feel empty?” His lips move against your cheek, breath fanning across your ear, making you shiver.

You blink several times, trying to clear your head. “Joakim, please.” Is all you can muster, fingers gripping at his shirt.

You can feel him sag against you as his lips crash into yours. You’re not completely sure of what to do, allowing him to guide your lips open, licking into your mouth. You hear yourself groaning into the kiss, crowding impossibly closer until your bodies are pressed against each other fully.

He breaks the embrace to place wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. The feeling is euphoric, making your hips buck into his without conscious decision.

Hands run down your sides, coming up again underneath your dress skirt to grip at the backs of your thighs, yanking you forward with such force that you almost topple over. His left hand is at your back in an instant, holding you steady before unzipping the back of your dress in a swift motion.

The material pools around your front, hanging loosely until you pry it off, happy to be rid of the too-rough fabric at last. His lips are back on yours in an instant, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other kneads the flesh of your breast through your bra.

You outright moan at the feeling, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as your mouth opens to let the sound out. He works a knee between your legs, rubbing the meaty flesh of his thigh against your core in such a way that has you seeing spots in your vision. Fingers curling into claws where they grip onto his shoulders, you grind down onto his leg, an animalistic snarl escaping you as you do so.

You know this feeling; Though it’s a sin to give into lust, you’ve made yourself climax before, silently, long after everyone had laid down to rest at night. This is so much more, though - you feel as though someone has soaked you in gasoline and laid a lit match to your flesh. Nothing could have torn you from the carnal desire you felt, being entwined with Joakim like this. You want to take turns ripping each other apart, severing limbs and gluing them back together until you have both been remade in His image. You want to bite and gnaw and lick until you taste blood, to soothe the worried skin with soft whispers and softer hands. Dragged to Hell and back, nailed to a cross and left to rot, rising from the dead with such vigor that Lazarus would envy you - you wanted it all, so long as this moment didn’t end.

“Joakim - I, I -” You choke out, eyes focusing on his, foreheads pressed together.

“Good girl, give it to me, everything you’ve got.” He urged you, the hand on your neck coming down against your hip, ushering your pelvis against his thigh.

Burying your head in his chest, you climax with a wanton moan, body shuddering through the shockwaves of it. Your breathing is labored, vision blurry from clenching your eyes shut so tightly.

He’s gently prying you off his leg then, maneuvering your positions until you find yourself face-down on his desk. Using a knee, he nudges your knees apart until he fits comfortably between them. The new angle has you feeling vulnerable, visible, licentious.

You don’t have time to dwell on the feeling, because suddenly his fingers are playing with your folds through your ruined panties. Your knees almost buckle at the stimulation, so sensitive it almost hurts. Gripping the other side of the desk to hold yourself upright, you do your very best to stay still as he explores your body.

Two fingers hook into the side of your panties, moving them to the side. You know he can see everything like this, and while part of you is screaming at the debauchery of it, another, louder part of you hopes he likes what he sees. You’re fighting the urge to sneak a glance at him when the two fingers that moved your panties aside are thrust deep into your core.

You let out a howl that could rival a rabid dog, nails scraping against the wooden laminate of the desk as your hands clench into fists. He’s curling his fingers inside you slowly, and you can feel every millimeter of it. A string of drool escapes your open mouth, cascading down into a puddle on a stack of prayer requests from this morning’s sermon.

“That’s it, so good, just take it, lillis.” He murmurs, fingers still unfurling deep inside you.

You don’t know that you can do anything but take it. His fingers are so much thicker than yours, taking up twice as much space as you’re used to. You feel wonderfully full, the emptiness inside you finally satiated.

But then he’s pulling them out, and you almost sob at the loss of it. You could feel your hole clenching on nothing, throbbing with want; Whether you enjoy it or not, you aren’t even sure.

You hear a zipper, then the sound of something metallic hitting the carpet. When you turn your neck to see what’s happening, you’re met with the sight of Joakim’s full manhood on display.

You’ve never seen a man naked before. There were pictures, shown to you unwillingly by the cruel boys who called you a “Bible-thumper” in school, but this is entirely different.

Joakim is… prettier, you think is the right word. His tip is pink, almost red, and wet-looking in the glow of the fluorescent office lights. Veins bulge along the length, throbbing at you angrily as if to mock the throbbing happening within you. It’s big, you realize suddenly. You can’t begin to fathom how it’s going to fit inside you, when his fingers alone made you feel so full already.

A hand is placed at the back of your neck, holding you flat in place. The weight is reassuring, grounding in its pressure as you’re pressed fully against the desk, the cool laminate a welcome reprieve from the fever burning in your skin. You feel him press his tip against your folds, running it through the slickness there, before slowly pushing past your threshold.

“It hurts.” Is the first thing you whine, legs already trembling. It does hurt - in a sharp way, like stretching to reach your toes first thing in the morning.

You gasp as he leans over, thrusting further into you as he whispers in your ear. “Shh, I know. It’s the price we must pay for our sin.” His murmur relaxes you a bit, reassures you of what you’re doing. Joakim would not lead you astray; God had spoken to him, given him fortitude in the last months. This was His plan.

The stretch continues as he slowly slides further into you, until your bodies are joined completely. You’re panting, open-mouthed as he fills you entirely. Your toes are barely brushing against the ground from how far he’s pushed you into the desk, corners digging into your hips sharply.

A soothing hand runs up and down your spine, unraveling the muscles that have been pulled taut with anticipation. Your breathing slows, body easing around the intrusion until only the sensation of fullness remains.

Joakim pulls back then, a slow movement that has you inhaling harshly as he drags along your inner walls. Your mouth goes to ask him what he’s doing, when he slams back into you, cutting off your train of thought in favor of gargling on your breath.

“Oh my God,” You keen, eyes so wide they might bulge out of your head altogether.

A jarring slap lands against your backside, stinging skin left in its wake. “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.” Joakim rasps, sounding as out of breath as you do.

He pulls back again, only to crash back into you a half-second later. The force of it jolts you, making you wail as your hands reach out for something, anything to hold onto. Documents and envelopes fly onto the floor in your frenzy, looking as haphazard as you feel.

He continues at an unrelenting pace, hand still firmly gripping the base of your neck from behind. You know you’re being loud; A distant part of you even registers that, given the circumstances, you should probably be much, much quieter. You can’t bring yourself to care, though, an endless chant of Joakim’s name falling from your lips as you do what you can to grind back into him.

The hand leaves your neck, coming down to grab onto your hip while his other hand mirrors the action. Your pelvis is lifted off the desk, thrusts never even pausing as the new angle drives him deeper into you. Tears spring in your eyes from the overstimulation, having climaxed only a few short minutes ago.

This is absolution, You think. Being tangled together, conjoined like this - There is no fear of sin, no guilt at succumbing to the lust-filled desires of the flesh. As Joakim plunges himself into you, over and over, you find yourself almost dizzy with relief at the weight lifted off your shoulders, the panic of condemnation a distant memory.

His arm wraps around the front of your hips, holding you in place, as his free hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head towards him.

“Say the Lord’s prayer.” He groans in your ear, breath hot and sticky. “Beg for His forgiveness. ‘Our Father-’”

“‘-Who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.” You whimper, the words slipping off your tongue like muscle memory as your body is rocked back and forth by his thrusts. “‘Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth-” Your voice is cut off by your own gasp as he reaches something in you that you’ve never felt before. Knees shaking, you dig your fingers deeper into the mess of papers surrounding you to try and stabilize yourself.

“Keep going. ‘On Earth, as it is in Heaven.’” He urges, grip tightening on you.

“‘Give us today our daily bread,’” You continue, moaning pitifully as he drives into that same spot again. “‘And forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.’”

Tears stream freely down your cheeks now, a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation driving you mad. Joakim is mouthing at the junction of your neck and shoulder, tongue brushing over a spot that makes you shiver into him. A fire is building in your belly, lapping at the bottom of your throat as you move closer and closer to climax.

“‘L-lead us not into temp- temptation,’” You stutter, mind hazy with want. “‘But d-deliver us from evil.’”

Joakim’s voice is back in your ear. “‘For thine is the Kingdom,” A harsh thrust, “‘The Power,” Another thrust, “And the Glory forever.’”

The fire burns so hot that it rips the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Your eyes struggle to stay open, fluttering closed each time he rams into you. A particularly harsh pull of your hair reminds you that he is waiting for your response.

“Amen.” You whisper, vision going white as you climax, body twitching forcefully in his arms. His hips stutter once before he buries himself inside you, spilling his seed into you as he does.

Whether you lay there for seconds or days, you don’t know. Eventually, Joakim pulls out, a string of his release coming with him, rolling down the inside of your thighs. You whimper at the loss, still too sensitive to move.

“C’mon, käresta, we need to get you dressed. Your mother will wonder where you are.” His voice is gentle behind you, hand rubbing against your lower back to rouse you.

Your joints pop in protest as you try to push yourself up off the desk. The room is a mess of papers and scattered writing utensils, your dress nothing more than a rumpled pile of cloth on the ground.

You slip it over your head gingerly, every muscle in your body somehow sore. Joakim zips up the garment for you, running his hands over your clothed back, as if to smooth the wrinkles.

Turning to face him, you’re met with a soft pair of lips to your forehead, dark hair brushing against your cheeks. The kiss makes you feel brave as you ask, “Joakim?”

His eyes are warm as he gazes down at you, his fingers coming up to comb through your tangled hair. “Hmm?” Is his response as he works out a particularly knotted strand.

You flutter your eyelashes, a move that feels foreign, but somehow right. Looking up at him demurely, you ask, “Will you be leading tonight’s Bible study?”

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deathblacksmoke · 6 months

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pairing: jolly karlsson x reader

cw: oral sex (m receiving), blowjob training, gentle dom jolly, inexperienced reader

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author’s note: thank you dear lady v for the beta 🤍 i tried to write this as gender neutral as possible so it can be read as any/no gender—hope i did okay. this post is what got me here. writing this took what felt like a trillion years. i hope y’all enjoy it :)

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“How do we do this?” You ask, separating yourself from him. His hand rests on your face, thumb swiping along your cheek, a comfort. You move in to kiss him again, needing to taste him more before you can settle.

Shame bubbles in your gut at the thought of needing him to do this for you. He had been sweet when you asked, shy and hesitant. He’d held your hands and kissed you, whispered of course before pulling you into his arms. He wouldn’t want you to feel embarrassed, but your cheeks heat beneath his hand as he smiles down at you.

“However you want to do it,” he says, which you find wildly unhelpful. You look up at him with wide eyes and he knows, sensing your trepidation. He takes pity on you. “It will be easiest if you’re on your knees. Would you be comfortable like that?”

You nod, placing your trust in him completely. He has never given you a reason to doubt him, and with the way he’s looking at you with such care, you won’t start now. He pets your hair and gives you one more kiss.

“Are you ready?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow but his eyes remain soft. You don’t answer with your words, instead sinking to your knees in front of him. He gasps quietly, making you feel shy but proud, placing your hands on his thighs.

“I’m nervous.” You tell him, avoiding his eyes, though you know he can tell. He caresses your face as you drop your hands to your sides and try to control your breathing. You feel safe here with him. You look up at him and smile.

“We can stop anytime you need,” he reassures you, “just pat my thigh twice and we’ll stop.”

Slumping a little, you nod. He runs a hand over your hair, making you feel comforted and small. You sigh when he pulls away to undo his button and zipper, pushing his jeans down his thighs.

You reach up, taking his cock in your hand. This part, you know. Your vision blurs as he grows hard in your hand, bucking his hips into your fist, and you know it’s time.

You drop your hands. Sucking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you remind yourself that you trust him to take care of you.

“Joakim.” You whine, eyes unfocused, fists opening and closing at your sides. His hand settles again in your hair and tightens, tugging lightly. Your eyes flutter closed as you exhale.

“Open your mouth for me, please,” he says, and you don’t think twice about it, sticking your tongue out for him. “Oh. That’s perfect. Good job, my love.”

You shiver as the heavy weight of his cock rests on the tip of your tongue. For a moment, he’s suspiciously still—cock growing heavier, but you can hear him breathing. You peer up through your lashes to find him looking back, eyes focused on you.

You can tell he’s waiting for your permission. Your eyes plead with him the best you know how. Go ahead, baby, I can take it, you’d say. You give him a small nod, careful not to jostle him off your tongue.

He exhales before sliding himself further back until he finds the spot near the back of your tongue where the press of his tip triggers your gag reflex. He grins, cupping your cheek, and gazes down at you amused. When you meet his eyes, they silently ask the question—okay to continue?—yours glint a yes, please.

He slides back to the tip of your tongue again and you reach for him, hand curling around his thigh. He pauses, waiting for the double tap. It had just been to ground yourself—with him, in this moment. You remember the agreement, one tap means to keep going. Your palm raps gently against his leg.

“Go ahead and close your mouth around me,” he instructs, gentle but sure. You do, already feeling fuller, hyper-aware of where parts of your lips are touching. He tastes kind of nice, like Jolly, familiar. He tastes the way his skin smells and it’s comforting, in a way. “Good job, baby. You’re doing great.”

He makes shallow thrusts, in about halfway and back out, making you feel like you’re doing nothing. He has a grip on the hair at the back of your head and he’s breathing heavily—you know he’s enjoying it, but you start to feel a little useless.

You’re impatient waiting for his next instruction, squirming helplessly. Taking matters into your own hands, you double-tap his thigh to stop his movements. His cock slips out of your mouth and he looks down at you, brows furrowing with concern.

Peering up at him, you smile so he knows you’re fine.

“I asked you to teach me, baby.” Annoyed, you roll your eyes. “Not fuck around in my mouth while I sit here and you grunt like a caveman.”

He chuckles then, hand moving to the back of your head again and yanking. There’s a sting on your scalp that makes you gasp, but you at least know you’re going to get a bit of what you want.

“Okay, if you want to catch an attitude—” he starts, tightening his grip so much that you wince. He has your head held back almost at a right angle, and you know it’ll get uncomfortable soon. For now, you don’t want him to stop. “Open your mouth again for me. Tongue out,” he demands.

You do as he asks and he rests his cock back on the tip of your tongue. You don’t dare move. Not until he asks.

“Now close your mouth around me again.” You do, lips closing around his tip. You like the weight of it, still, the taste. “Suck in your cheeks a little, baby, suck it like you would a popsicle.”

You feel silly, but you feel his cock twitch in your mouth and it makes you moan around him. He groans above you and you feel satisfied with your work.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he murmurs, and you hear him spit into his hand, wrapping a fist around the base where you haven’t reached yet. “Try to go as deep as you can, my love. See if you can meet my fist.”

You don’t know that you can, but you want so badly to be good for him. You take in a deep breath through your nose and glide your head forward, taking more than you expected. You feel relaxed, and proud that you can do this for him.

You almost think you’ll be able to reach his fist like he asked, but his tip hits your throat just short, making you gag. Above you, he gasps, hand moving to cup your cheek before you pull off of him.

Feeling braver, you knock his hand out of the way to replace it with your own at the base of his cock. Your lips wrap again around the tip and you push your tongue in, just to see, and his responding gasp is almost pained—but when you look up at him through your lashes, his eyes are blissfully closed, so you swirl your tongue again for the same reaction.

“Baby, fuck,” he groans, and you’re basking in the attention he’s giving you, his hand still a gentle comfort on your cheek. “Can you—”

And you want to wait for his instruction, you do, but you’re feeling adventurous now. He did that. You did that. You move your other hand to cup him, rolling them around in your hand, and the way he groans tells you you’re right.

Suddenly, you’re not so sure why you were scared. You know this man’s body like the back of your hand, you can read him like a book. You know precisely what makes him tick and it’s you. Your mouth, your hands. Just you.

More determined this time around, you slide your head forward again. You want to meet your fist. You want to do this for him, show him how much you want to make him feel good.

You work past the struggle, relaxing your throat the best you can. Your fingers meet your lips, just barely, a ghost of a touch. You gag, staying there as long as you can before pulling back again. Excitement bubbles in your stomach as your breathing steadies.

“Good job, my love,” he praises, replacing your hand with his again, jerking himself from the base as you suckle at the tip. You blush as you think about just how much you could get used to this, the way he’s groaning above you, the praise.

“I’m about to cum.” His voice sounds strained and his hand moves quicker. You feel dizzy knowing the effect you have on him. “Where do you want me to cum?”

His chest heaves between shaky breaths. The rasp in his voice makes your stomach flip.

You pull off completely, backing up a little bit and sticking your tongue out, peering up at him. He looks a mess, sweat glistening on his brow. You feel smug knowing you did that.

You don’t have to answer his question. He knows.

You want to see him when he cums for you.

He grunts and doubles over slightly before you feel the first drops hit your tongue. A splash hits your cheek, some dripping down over your chin.

You find that you don’t love the taste, but you love that it’s him. You want to be good for him. You take what’s given to you. Gathering some from your chin, you suck it off of your thumb before beaming up at him.

“Hey,” you say, voice cracking and throat tired.

“That wasn’t so scary, huh?” He asks, kneeling down to your level and caressing your face. He kisses you, licking into your mouth and leaving you breathless.

“Not when it’s you.” You confess, heart fluttering at the softness that washes over his face before he kisses you again.

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thcfountain · 2 months

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plot -> "The band is over for movie night but reader is overly bratty and mischievous, especially since Jolly had previously brought up the idea of bringing his friends in on certain aspects of their sex life."

content warnings: Afab!Reader (she/her pronouns) x prestablished relationship with Jolly, afab!reader x Noah, Ruffilo x Noah x Folio. Unprotected sex. P in V. Oral both male and female receiving. Daddy kink. Cum eating. Creampie. Group sex. Slight emotional aftercare. Spanking.

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Having the band over for movie and game night was always fun and normally you'd be better behaved for your boyfriend, Jolly, but you were in a bit of a mood. A mischievous mood that had you playing with fire, in a sense. You were all over Noah during Monopoly, fawning on him, practically sitting in his lap, completely aware of the dark looks Jolly was casting your way out of jealousy. The two of you had had previous conversations about involving the rest of the band in your sex life before and had even brought it up a few times to the Nicks and Noah, who had all been excited by the prospect, but not much had come of it since then.

At some point in the night, you managed to ‘accidentally’ spill your drink on Folio's lap, which meant you apologizing profusely while wiping it up with napkins. That was clearly Jolly's threshold on the matter of you being a brat to make him jealous. You felt his hand around the upper part of your arm, pulling you off of Nick before yanking you down into his lap, where he sat on the couch.

“You clearly need a reminder of who you belong to,” Jolly says, taking on that commanding lilt he gets to his voice when he's in any kind of dominant mood. You feel your skirt pulled up and panties pulled down, revealing your bare ass to the other boys, who immediately quiet themselves to watch what would happen.

The first time he brings his hand down on your ass, makes you yelp a little in surprise. The next few spanks sting, reddening your cheeks but making you wet. You knew that you were probably leaving a wet spot on Jolly's lap and bit your lip to keep from moaning during your punishment.

“Who do you belong to?” Jolly asks, bringing his hand down again.

“You!” You squeak out, immediately followed by the words you know he wants to hear, “I'm your slut, daddy.”

With the final slap, Jolly lets his hand rest on your ass, rubbing the red skin gently before slipping his fingers down, gathering up the slick that's begun to pool under your cunt.

“So wet already?” He murmurs, holding his wet fingers up for his friends to see. “You're this wet over telling my friends who's slut you are?” He sucks his fingers into his mouth, tasting your arousal. Those same fingers go back to your cunt, rubbing your slit. “I don't think they understand how much you belong to me, baby,” he says, patting your ass so you get off his lap.

You can see immediately that Jolly is semi hard in his jeans and he's not the only one - Folio is palming himself through his pants already. Noah, who you were aware had been passed around by the band a few times, was already letting out little whining noises and practically pawing at Nicholas for attention.

Your attention is quite literally yanked away from the three of them by Jolly's hand in your hair, near the base of your skull, as he manhandles you until you're on your knees for him. Before he can even tell you what he wants, you place a kiss over the erection you can see straining in his jeans.

“Good girl,” he practically purrs as you obediently put your hands behind your back. He keeps one hand in your hair and with the other, he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down just far enough to allow his cock to be freed. “Such a good little slut for daddy, aren't you, baby?” he asks, the words going straight to your cunt.

It was hard to decide what you wanted more in that moment - to have him ease the ache in your needy cunt or to suck his dick for his friends to see. You knew what he wanted though, so you leaned forward, placing little kitten licks over the head of his cock, licking up the precum that had begun to leak from his tip. He rewards you with a moan of your name, spurring you on to place his tip in your mouth.

From behind you, you're vaguely aware of the needy whines that Noah is still making and the sound of clothing being shed but your attention remains on Jolly as you slowly take him fully into your mouth until your nose hits his pubic bone.

“Fuck,” he sighs out in pleasure, petting your hair and bucking his hips forward gently, trying not to make you choke too badly on his cock. “Such a good girl,” he adds as you bob your head, moaning around him at his praise. He thrusts into your mouth one more time before yanking you off, spit and drool down your chin as you whimper.

He pulls you up, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I'm going to breed you like a whore for them to watch, would you like that?” he asks, slipping a hand between you both after breaking the kiss, finger sliding up between your folds and gathering slick before pressing against your clit, causing you to whimper.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, earning a smile from your beloved Swede, who bends you over the side of the couch so you can watch Noah, who is know kneeling on the floor, alternating between blowing Folio and Nicholas and the sighs makes your pussy clench.

As Jolly lines his tip up with your entrance, Nicholas begins fucking Noah's mouth, his green eyes closing as he curls his fingers in Noah's hair. Jolly slams himself inside you, bottoming out all at once and you cry out in pleasure.

As Jolly holds your hips, fucking you from behind, you watch as Folio spits into his hand and starts rubbing his cock. Noah whines and moans around Nicholas’ dick, his hands on Nicholas’ hips to steady himself as his mouth is fucked. Moans and cries of pleasure leave your own mouth with every thrust Jolly makes, practically drowning out the curses and praises of “good boy, good boy taking my cock so well,” from Ruffilo.

You watch as Nicholas goes rigid, cumming down Noah's throat and when he pulls himself free of Noah's mouth, you watch drool and cum leak down Noah's chin. Folio cups Noah's cheek, turning him to face him as Noah swallows Nicholas’ load and then opens his mouth just as Folio paints his face.

Jolly reaches forward, grabbing your neck and pulling you up so your back is against his chest. “Do you want me to cum in you?” He asks and you feel his pace starting to pick up. You barely get the words out to agree when you feel him cum, filling you with his load.

When he pulls out, he has you sit back on the couch, spreading your legs so the others can see his load leaking out of you. “You and Noah have been so good, havent you?”

“Please, it's our turn to cum right?” Noah asks, his cock so hard that it's drooling precum and you almost wonder if he could cum without being touched.

“Please, daddy,” you whimper, looking up at Jolly with need.

“I think Noah should eat my cum out of you until you orgasm,” says Jolly and Noah immediately whines, already crawling towards the couch.

“I agree,” replies Ruffilo, licking his lips with a grin.

That was all the encouragement that Noah needed to bury his face in your cunt, kissing your clit and then using his tongue to clean you out of Jolly's seed. You pull him closer, grinding against his face, both of you moaning from the oral he's giving. Using only his mouth, he brings you to orgasm and as you cry out, letting it wash over you, he keeps sucking and kissing on your clit until you've ridden it out.

When you've come down from the high, you immediately pounce on Noah, wrapping your lips around his dick to repay the favor. He's been so needy that as soon as your mouth is on him, he cums down your throat crying out, tears leaking from his eyes that Folio kisses away.

“Good boy,” says Ruffilo, kissing Noah's shoulder. “You were such a good boy for us and we are so proud of you.”

Jolly pulls you off the floor, peppering your face with kisses. “You did amazing, baby. Are you okay?” You nod and he kisses you softly. “I love you so much. You and Noah can nap and then have a snack, okay?” He carries you in his arms to the bedroom, tucking you into bed and it isn't long before Noah is tucked in next to you.

“Next time maybe we can film it?” Noah asks, curling up to you for cuddles.

Jolly gives you another kiss. “Sleep for a little and we'll order food and clean up.”

You curled into Noah's embrace and let sleep take you, knowing that Jolly would probably agree later to letting you and Noah have a warm bath together and lots of bath snacks for being so good.

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0fth34byss · 2 months

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Try that again | headcanon

This little scenario was inspired by a chapter of the spicy audiobook I was listening to today. The male lead made me think of Jolly, so it wasn't hard for my brain to conjure up this:

18+ MDNI - Jolly Karlsson x female reader

🔞⚠️: praise kink, daddy!Jolly, dom!Jolly, daddy kink, (minor) degradation, unprotected sex, biting, marking, hair pulling, (gentle) restraining, explicit language, mentions male and female orgasms

"You're doing so good, princess," Jolly literally growls in your ear.

He has your bent over the kitchen table, his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt. One of his hands is keeping yours held behind your back, and the other is being used to pull your head back by your hair. The edge of the table is digging into your hips and lower stomach, but the pain is the only thing keeping you grounded.

You're in a state of ecstasy, unable to do anything other than moan each time he slams into you. Your eyes are rolling back in your head as you try pushing your ass backwards into him, needing to feel all of his inches. The feeling of him stretching you and massaging your inner walls every time he slides in and out of your pussy has a knot forming in your stomach.

"Jolly," you manage to mumble as you clench tightly around his cock.

"Try that again," he orders, moving his hands to your hips, causing your upper body to drop to the tabletop.

Gripping the edge of the table, you call out through gritted teeth, "Daddy! I'm sorry, Daddy."

Jolly knows he's fucking you so dumb that you probably don't remember your own name. This is exactly how he wants you. He tightens his grip on your hips and digs his fingertips in. Deep down, you hope it leaves marks on your soft skin.

Your whimpering and Jolly's grunting are barely audible above the sound of his cock moving through the wetness between your legs as his body slams into yours.

The next thing you know, your legs are shaking, you start seeing stars, and you're overwhelmed by an orgasm which Jolly fucks you through.

"Good girl. Well done for cumming for daddy," he pants as leans forward so his chest is now flush against your back.

Jolly's breath is hot and heavy against your neck. You desperately grab the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours as you try to kiss him. He kisses your jaw, your neck, your shoulders...

He's so close to the edge. You can tell. His thrusts into you are becoming more urgent and less deliberate.

He bites down on the flesh of your shoulder, your fingers now tangled in his hair. You jolt at the initial pain but revel in the pleasure that follows.

You feel instant relief when he moves his mouth to your ear, where he whispers, "Daddy's going to fill up his little slut's cunt now."

You can't help but smile and nod as you anticipate the feeling of his hot load coating your insides.

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arkiliastuff · 2 months

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Blue Lagoon Pool

One shot | Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Fem! Reader

Warnings/ Tags : Fluff, Friends to Lovers type of thing, Smut, Wet Jolly and wet Reader (lmao not just because of the pool), female masturbation receiving, p in v (birth control but still wrap it up) - MDNI please

A/N : After months being stuck on this one shot I have finally finished it !! This is a little something to wait for the others fics updates that are coming. I like how the smut went 👌 even if it's still something I struggle with, but improving on it. Yeah recently, I'm giving to the Jolly girlies more content about the Swedish guitarist 👀 Hope you'll enjoy ! :D

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It was a hot summer afternoon. The heat had been unbearable during the whole day and you were melting in your apartment, hardly surviving thanks to your fan and by drinking some water. You haven't planned anything. You had no more brain cells. You were so tired you wouldn’t be surprised to turn into a vegetable. Yet, when your phone started to buzz several times, you felt a bit more alive. You saw a lot of messages coming from the group chat “Bud Omens” where your friends were chatting often. It seemed they were planning a pool party tonight, at Matt, Noah and Jolly’s place. As they were asking who will be available tonight, you quickly responded, taking this opportunity to go out and socialize with your closest friends,escaping this heatwave.

You : Count me in, boys ! Jolly : That’s my girl. See you there, tonight ;)

You blushed at Jolly’s response, not expecting him to reply first and to be so frank and flirty in front of everyone in the group chat. Even though the others weren’t paying too much attention to it, moving on swiftly to who was coming with who, who was bringing snacks and drinks etc… However you knew way too well that the crush you had on Jolly wasn’t a secret to anyone. And his flirty teasing was just proving to you how the feelings were mutual. All the signals were telling you to take this opportunity and confess your feelings to him, but you were scared that might change your friendship. Well would it ? You were purposely taking your time with him, enjoying his company and teasing each other most of the time when you hang out. So, there was nothing you should be afraid to break off at this point. It wouldn’t change much. Maybe it could bring the two of you closer ? You’ll just have to figure it out tonight.

And again, if there was a pool party, this time it could mean only one thing : getting to wear your sexiest bikini. You smirked at yourself, having ideas on your outfit. Yeah, this time you were going to make him lose his mind for sure.

The evening came pretty fast, the heat cooling down so you could finally breathe normally again and not suffocate. You were finishing to get ready, just taking a bag with a towel and new clothes to change. You barely finished applying your waterproofed makeup, just in case, just to feel more confident and hot, before you heard your doorbell ringing. You opened the door and found Nicholas, waiting on your door frame. His car was parked temporarily on the sidewalk, with Folio inside. Earlier in the afternoon, you talked with Nick when he asked on the groupchat who needed a ride as he was picking up the drummer along the way anyway. You replied quickly, feeling reassured to have a driver like him for the night. You greeted the bassist with a smile, and he smiled back.

“Hey, Y/N” He waved at you, “Wow, look at you ! Looking so good. Someone’s gonna steal some hearts tonight” He teased.

You chuckled, satisfied already by your outfit, hairstyle and makeup.

“Thank you, Nick” You giggled, “But I’m only interested in one person’s heart tonight.”

He laughed quietly, again.

“Yeah, I wonder who it could be ? Maybe our Swedish guitarist ?”

“You know too much already” You replied with an amused tone, pushing him carefully with your elbow.

Then you both walked to his car where Folio was still waiting. When he looked up in your direction, you waved at him. He gave you a little thumbs up as he saw how pretty you looked with your hair braided and your nice red summer dress.You thanked him as well, wondering how Jolly would react. The ride didn’t last too long as you three had a little chat in the car. Your little group arrived at the place, music already coming out from the house. Nick parked in the court, in front of the garage before getting out. Bryan and Jesse were the first ones to greet you all.

“Hey Y/N ! It’s so good to see you again, kiddo ! It’s been a while !” Jesse said to you, playfully, after giving you a small hug.

“It’s been ages, indeed, old man. How have you been ? I hope you weren’t too tired during the tours.” You teased back.

Those nicknames were the roots of your friendship with the lead-guitarist of Erra. There were no bad intentions behind it. Jesse grinned, appreciating your sense of humor as always. You chatted a bit more with him before greeting Bryan.

“Come on, guys ! Get in the pool already before Noah and Jolly start peeing in it !” Matt yelled sarcastically at you five while you were patting Bryan’s back in a hug.

You dropped your stuff inside the house, getting off your dress in the bathroom.With your towel in one hand, you headed to the pool, at the back of the house. You saw the rest of the boys in the water, having fun together. You waved with your free hand at them. After putting your towel on an available deckchair, you searched for Jolly. You noticed him, sitting on the side of the pool, laughing at a joke Folio made. You felt your heart melt at the sight. The way his lips were curled up in a smile, his beard followed the curve and the way his long wet dark hair were cascading on his shoulders. Absolutely stunning.

He must have felt you were staring intensely at him because his look rose up to your direction. You saw how his expression slightly changed as he realized you were wearing your burgundy bikini. You gave him a small smile, while tucking a strand behind your ear, before sitting next to him.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

“Hi, yourself.” Jolly replied, still a grin on his face.

He moved close to you, bouncing affectionately his shoulder against yours.

“Who gave you the right to be this beautiful, tonight ?” He whispered to your ear.

You smirked at him, teasing him by getting your face dangerously close to his.

“Well, you should ask my parents. They’re the ones who gave birth to me.” You jested.

Jolly chuckled softly to your joke, his gaze leaving briefly your face, as his cheeks were getting flushed. You took this opportunity to play with him by pushing him into the pool. You caught him off guard, as he slipped into the water directly. You were expecting some resistance from him, not to slip so easily like that. It seems he was really on the edge of the pool. You let out a surprised laugh, as the other boys stared at you, puffing in shock.

Yet, when Jolly came to the surface, you immediately stop laughing and breathing. His hair, soaking wet, was falling on his chest with a few strands hiding his tattoos. He looked like a northern god, coming out of the water. You were completely captivated by the sight, your gaze attracted to his inked upper body. You bite your lower lip to restrain a gasp that was about to slip out.

While you were lost in your obvious contemplation, you didn’t notice how close Jolly was getting to you

“So, enjoying the view ?” He said with a proud grin mixed with a mischievous look.

“J-just looking at the tattoos, you know.” You terribly lied, looking away to hide your reddening face.

That didn’t convince him at all. In fact it did the opposite. He kept grinning at you, sliding his hands to your thighs, going surely to your hips. His sudden touch made you startle, not ready for what was coming. He finally managed to grab you by the waist, making you squeak in surprise as he put you in the water with him. You froze in place realizing how cold the water was compared to the temperature outside.

“So, how does it feel, now ?” He smirked.

You glanced at him, peaking his teasing in his tone. Shortly after, you were used to the cold water now, you felt your playful mood coming back. You weren’t done.

“Well, obviously wet.” You replied, getting close to him.

You belted him with your arms around his waist and tried to lift him and throw him in the water. But he was way heavier and taller than you, so your attempt was a bit pathetic. You barely lift him up. You whined in desperation while him, on the other hand, kept grinning at you.

“What’s wrong ? Struggling to lift me up ?” He teased.

“Ugh !” You grunted, still not succeeding “Guys ?! I need back up !” You yelled at the boys who were the nearest to you.

Of course, Bryan and Jesse came to the rescue, followed by Folio and Noah, while the others were peacefully watching the show. The four of them managed to get Jolly under the water. You laughed with them all, also making sure they were not drowning him completely. He appeared a few meters far from the sudden group, making bubbles as he was getting a bit irritated.

“Ganging y’all up against me ? That isn’t quite fair” He pouted.

“Sorry, Jolly” You apologized, feeling guilty, as you swam close to him “Didn’t think four of them will show up like this”

The Swedish pulled you close to him, his grin back again, making you flushed.

“I admit your attempt to drown me was cute. But I will forgive you and those assholes if we beat them in a chicken fight.”

As he spoke those words, Folio looked at Jolly, sparkles in his dark eyes, getting more excited.

“Oh ??! Are we doing it for real ?!”

“Chicken fight !!!!” Bryan yelled proudly, followed by Noah.

“Alright, I’m so hyped. Let’s decide the teams !” Jesse started getting serious, “Bryan and Folio together, Noah with me. And finally, the two love birds in the corner, Jolly and Y/N, you’re teaming up. Is that fine with everyone ?”

“Gosh, this isn’t fair at all ! Noah and you are getting a huge advantage by your height, old man” You pointed to Jesse, pretending to not be affected by his remark about you and Jolly.

Jesse just shrugged at you, giving you a mischievous smile.

“You’ll thank me later, kiddo.” He teased before deciding with Noah who was going on whose shoulders.

Flustered, you mumbled into the water, making bubbles before Jolly swam next to you.

“So stuck with me again ?” He spoke warmly.

“I guess so. But I don’t mind” You replied “Did you plan all of this, though ?”

“Not at all” He shrugged “ I just offered to play the game. To have some fun, y’know ?”

“Right… “ You rolled your eyes, not really convinced. “Come on, we have to win this so I can repay the debt I owe you.” You mentioned.

Jolly smiled and nodded at you as an approval. After you quickly talked about your strategy, he kneeled a little in the water so you could climb easily on his back, before getting on his shoulders. Once you were settled, he straightened up. You hold his head, making sure you wouldn’t fall. Jolly held your tights firmly to stabilize you more. His grip was getting a bit harder on them which made your legs twitch. He probably felt it but he pretended to not notice anything.

And so, the chicken fight began. You saw team Folio-Bryan attacking Noah-Jesse. Both you and Jolly went to them and you took this opportunity to push with all of your strength Noah. The latter one, being pushed by Folio and you, eventually fell from Jesse’s shoulders. First opponent down. Then, you struggled by pushing Folio on your own. You tried tickling him, everything you could to win. Yet, it didn’t really work. Besides, he was way stronger than you so your chances to win against him were very thin. Few seconds against him and he considerably pushed you off Jolly’s shoulders, making you dive into the water.

“Yeah ! We won, Bryan !” Folio said proudly “That was a tough fight, Y/N ! “

“ ‘Did my best there.” You said, as you resurfaced, trying to keep it cool.

While Jesse and Noah were coming back for a second round, having their revenge on Bryan and Folio, Jolly went to your side, going for a handshake.

“Well done, Y/N ! At least you managed to push Noah off. And I think I got my revenge from earlier when Folio pushed you in the water. No hard feelings.” He grinned.

“That didn’t sound like a compliment at the end, but thanks, I guess.” You jested back, handshaking him as well.

“Do you want to go inside and drink something ? He offered “ I think I’m done playing with them for now.”

“Yeah, same. I cannot say no to a break.”

You two got off the pool and went inside the house, drying yourself with your towel you picked along the way. Jolly was already at the bar counter picking up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“I assumed you wanted wine but you can tell if you want something else. We have plenty of drinks here.”

“Don’t bother. Red wine is fine for me.” You replied, joining him.

“Wise decision. Besides, the color matches your swimsuit. Cheers.”

You cheered back at him, both of your glasses clinking on one and another.

“So, you’ve noticed.” You smirked while taking a sip of wine.

“How I couldn’t ?”

“Maybe if you were blind, you couldn’t see it.” You joked, looking straight into his dark brown eyes.

You leaned on the counter, resting your elbows on it and drinking your wine. His glance never leaving yours, briefly looking down to notice a beauty spot on your cleavage, before looking up. He was completely drawn to you. Seems like your strategy was working better than expected.

“Mister Karlsson, what were you looking at, just now ?”

He took a second sip of his glass, still looking at your face.

“Only your beautiful eyes. I was getting lost in them.” He replied

“Hmm, right. Nice catch up here” You hummed “And did they take you somewhere nice ?”

He leaned on you, so close to your face, his body towering over yours, as he gently rested his arm on your shoulders.

“A very nice place, with just you and me. Maybe just upstairs”

“So you finally decided to show me a good time ?” You went closer to him, stroking his torso with your fingertips.

“Well, you wanna find out ?”

You giggled nervously at his flirty words. Then, you softly brushed your fingers against his cheeks, before gently caressing his beard.

“Oh, Joakim, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say this.” You breathe, slowly closing the distance between your faces.

He smiled when you spoke his name, placing his huge hands around your face, cupping it.

You felt his lips against yours, planting the sweetest kiss you ever had. You sensed every part of your body relaxing, especially the knot you had in your stomach for months delaying your feelings Jolly. Butterflies were flying, flowers were finally blooming in your mind as this gesture was the answer you both have been waiting for.

While you were in your bubble with him, kissing each other so tenderly, you barely felt Jolly’s hands sliding slowly from your face, neck, waist… Until he stopped to your hips. His warm hands were resting on your exposed skin, his grasp grabbing more firmly the flesh of your thighs after each stroke he gave you.

Feeling his touch, you couldn’t help but whimper against his lips. He grinned, already satisfied with your reaction before trailing kisses in the crook of your neck.

You gasped for some air, tilting your head on your left to leave him more access. It didn’t take him too long to find your sensitive spot, below your ear. You felt chills, tickling you. Your knees were already weak under his kisses and touch.

“Jolly..” You retained a moan, holding his forearms to stand still “I don’t think I’ll last long standing up like this…”

“You’re right. Sorry, darling. I got a bit carried away.” He murmured, kissing your forehead so kindly “We don’t want to give them a show now, don’t we ?”

You blushed in embarrassment as you could imagine the others probably staring at you two, from outside. But Jolly didn’t pay any attention to them, too much focus on you and your flushed face. He kissed you again on your lips, reassuring you, before he pulled away.

“Only I can hear you moan like you’re dying to do” He whispered, a sassy tone in his voice.

He didn’t let you reply to that remark as he grabbed your hand in his. You just followed him, climbing the stairs as well while biting your lower lip in nervousness.

Once both of you reached his bedroom door, he suddenly pinned you against it. He took your lips in his, kissing you more ravenously. You didn’t hesitate either, grabbing his neck, brushing his hair with your fingers. His mouth went to the crook of your neck again, peppering it with feverish kisses that made you sigh.

You felt his hands slide along your curves, before halting to your butt. Lifting you up wasn’t something too difficult for Jolly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while your legs wrapped around his waist. He kicked his door to open it, entering with you still his embrace, before repeating the same gesture to close the door behind him.

“You’re driving me insane” He whispered between kisses.

“Jolly, I want you so badly.”

He made you lay down on his bed, his lips never leaving yours too long. His kisses were wet but hot at the same time. His long damped dark hair which was tickling your body, made you groan. He caressed your neck, also admiring the curvature of your breast. He leaned to kiss the whole length.

“So beautiful and just for me.”

He kissed so tenderly the mole that caught his eyes earlier

“Right there. Gorgeous, even.”

He barely did anything and yet his low voice filled desire, his warmed touch were driving you crazy. You were at his mercy. And you liked it that way.

“Jolly.. Don’t stop there.” You begged.

He obliged, smiling against your skin which made you shiver as you felt his beard brushing it. He went down as you implored him, leaving trails of his kisses. When he ghosted the spot where you needed him the most, kissing your thighs, you let out a whine. You didn’t know what else to do.

“Jolly–!”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I will take care of you here soon. I just love being between your thighs” He confessed.

He finally took off your bikini panties before drawing circles around your fold. You just had the time to see his tattooed fingers going to play your clit and when you felt them, you arched your back from the mattress. But this is when you felt his tongue lapping on your clit you started to see stars. The sensation he gave you sent an electric wave in your whole body, making your thighs clenched around his head but not too much. Even though you had the feeling we wouldn’t mind being choked to death like this.

It didn’t take you too long to reach your first orgasm, as you came against his face. But that wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You switched the position, laying him down on the bed, getting rid of every piece of clothes you had left on you and him.

“Your turn.“ You cooed, slowly sitting on him.

“Is it okay like this ?”

“Don’t worry I’m on birth control.” You shushed him with a finger on his lips “Tonight, I wanna feel you, Joakim.”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

You rode him, his length inside of you. Your hips were moving on their own, as you drew circles on his pelvis, which made him more groan. The fire between you and him was sending your skins ablaze. You felt your mind go numb as you kept a slow pace at first then started to accelerate. You bend down to kiss him, licking his lips along the way, to feel his taste. Your hands were traveling on his torso to give you more support.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Jolly whispered, breathless.

He must have felt you were detaching from the connection of your bodies because he grabbed your ass with his large inked hands to make you stay still on him. You indeed felt him deeper, the pace had been hastened now. You lost track of time as your only thought was him, underneath you. You reached your orgasm with Jolly, him spilling inside.

You felt every inch of him in your bones. You both stayed in each other's arms, panting heavily, as you were coming back to your senses.

“You weren’t kidding about showing me a good time” You articulated, laughing.

“With you, I’m always serious” He chuckled back, kissing your temple “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

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jennay · 4 months

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Honey Bee

An: I think this is the end for Honey Bee. Thanks to everyone who went on this journey with me. I'm sad but happy and I'm sure I'll update with new chapters periodically maybe showing glimpses into their future if you guys would like that

parts: 1/2/3/4/5

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Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27 @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @jadert15 @an-insane-day

You sank into the plush cushions of the couch, captivated by the bright TV screen, where Noah was immersed in a game he swore was fun. You had no clue what he was doing, but it was amusing to watch him. You had spent the previous night binge-watching movies with him, and after a few glasses of wine, he persuaded you to stay over, saying it was too dangerous to drive.

You agreed without a second thought since his bed was the most heavenly you had ever slept in. You felt like you were floating in a cloud of softness and warmth.

You just wanted to chill until your head cleared, and you felt more alert. You weren't hungover, but you could feel the weight in your eyelids. Noah offered to make breakfast, but you declined, toasting a bagel and spreading some cream cheese. You thought it was perfect for a lazy morning.

The front door squeaked open - and your muscles tensed. Your stomach twisted as if you had been hit. Your eyes darted to Noah and back to the opening door. Jolly. He wasn't supposed to be back this early. Noah promised that Jolly wouldn't be home until midnight. So why - why was he standing there?

Your eyes widened, and you leaped from the couch - your heart hammering and your palms clammy. You felt your food rising in your throat. You had tried hard to hide your feelings like this, but you were caught off guard and had no time to brace yourself.

Jolly smiled, unable to act like he wasn't happy to see you, and opened his mouth to say something, but you glowered at him. You took a deep breath and walked past him without a word, pretending you didn't see his confused expression.

You felt his hand try to touch your arm, but you shook it off. You dashed up the stairs, your breath ragged and your heart thumping.

You locked eyes with Noah over the side rail - he looked stunned as if he didn't expect you to react so strongly; he thought you would've at least kept your cool. You gave him the finger, your face flushed and your eyes blazing. You barged into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Shit, well, I tried," Noah says as he springs to his feet, joining Jolly at the door. He folds his arms over his chest and says, "Dude, please just go talk to her."

Jolly's eyes widen - if he was sleepy before, all the noise woke him up. He looks at you and then at Noah, confused. "Why is she acting like that?"

"I might have lied about when you were coming home. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. I just wanted to help." Noah laughs, unfolding his arms and slapping Jolly's shoulder. "If you would've just asked me, I would've told you I don't have feelings for y/n." He confesses, his voice sincere. "It's never been like that for us. We're just friends." He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should reveal more. It couldn't hurt if he told Jolly how you felt; maybe it would give him the courage he needed. "She wants you, man. And it's been like this for years." He says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He feels a relief wash over him as he finally lets out his secret.

Jolly's eyes bulge in disbelief. "For years?" He repeats, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud. He felt like his ears were deceiving him.

Noah shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "She hasn't said that directly, but if you're not a complete idiot, which you clearly are, you can see it." He growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. Noah wanted to slap some sense into Jolly's thick skull.

"You think I should go up there?" He asks nervously, rubbing his stubble, "It seems like she doesn't want to see me." He murmurs.

Noah shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "I think my antics caught her off guard, I'll probably have to apologize to her later." He says. "She's been putting up with my shit a lot lately, man. Usually, she can get away from me by going to you, but lately, it's just been her and me." He chuckles, "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

Jolly shook his head in disbelief. "You are." He said, heading for the stairs. His feet felt heavy and sluggish as he climbed the stairs like he was walking to his execution.

Noah followed him, hoping to give him some encouragement. Noah watched as Jolly gently knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

When he heard nothing, he cautiously opened the door - and as soon as Jolly was in, Noah dashed to the door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it from the outside.

Your throat clenched, and your lungs gasped for air when you saw Jolly standing there; you felt like a fish out of water. You jumped off the bed with a huff and ran to the door. You grabbed the handle and turned it. Shocked when it didn't budge. "Noah!" You yelled. "What the hell…"

You heard Noah laugh from the other side of the door. "I switched the lock last night, you fell right into my trap like I knew you would." He said, sounding smug.

You wanted to escape, away from Jolly, away from Noah, away from everything. "I'll unlock it when you two sort out your feelings." Noah said, sounding relaxed and indifferent. "And I have all the time in the world, so don't bother rushing." You heard his footsteps receding from the room.

You turned around to see Jolly standing there, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He looked conflicted between wanting to comfort you and fearing your reaction. His nervousness was tangible, and you wondered what he would say.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, avoiding his gaze. You felt a knot in your stomach and a storm of emotions in your heart. "Shit." You whispered, closing your eyes and lying on your back.

You covered your eyes, wishing he would leave you alone.

You felt the mattress sink as he sat beside you and heard him exhale deeply. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but there are some things I think I should say." He said, sounding more assertive than you expected. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He added softly, his voice full of regret.

You let out a scornful laugh, cutting him off. "Well, you did." You snapped, feeling bitter.

"I tried to call you, and I tried to text you. You kept avoiding me and not giving me room to explain!" He says slightly, raising his voice.

You sit up, eyes landing on him with anger and disbelief. "What was there to explain? You led me on, made me think you were into me, and when I acted on it, you rejected me? You fucked with my head, Jolly!" You say, matching his tone, "Yes, I ignored you because it hurt, I still can't even think of you some days, but you're always fucking there!" You whine, standing up and pacing the room. "I wanted you; I tried showing you; I tried explaining that there was nothing with Noah. I came to Sweden FOR YOU."

Jolly stares at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "And then you called me and said you just wanted to be friends while I was trying to figure out how to make it up to you! I tried telling you the day you decided to fly back here, but you wanted to leave, and I know it wasn't a work thing; it was because you were mad at me and needed fucking Noah! You're always running to Noah. Do you see why I might be confused?!"

You run your hand down your face and sit in Noah's computer chair. "Do not try to put this on me, Jolly. I have been putting myself out there for years, hoping you'd take a fucking hint." You say through clenched teeth. "Why couldn't you just trust me? Instead, you made me question everything I felt for you." You say, your voice trembling with anger and pain. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and you wish you could calm down.

"I didn't trust myself!" He exclaims, raising his hands in frustration. "How could I trust you when I was so confused about my own feelings?" Jolly shifts his position, crossing his legs and leaning back. He doesn't look away from you, and you see the conflict in his eyes. "I tried, okay? I tried to trust you, but I just…I couldn't understand it. I thought you and Noah were perfect for each other. I saw how you two have always clicked, how he made you smile, how he always had your back. I felt like I didn't measure up. I let my fears overpower your words." His voice is at a mere whisper toward the end of his sentence. He senses your silence and goes on. "I want to fix this, but I need you to tell me what you want." He pauses, "We've been sending mixed signals, and I think it's confusing us both." He says, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign.

You rise from the chair and walk over to Jolly, sitting beside him on the bed. You lower your head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know how to fix this. I can't pretend to be just your friend. I've moved past that, but I'm afraid to jump into a real relationship with you." You say softly, your voice steady. "I'm scared that I'll do something that triggers your insecurities, and you'll assume someone else is better for me. And when I say I love you and only you, you won't believe me. I don't want those doubts in your mind to win and destroy what we have."

Jolly's lips curl into a small smile. "Love me?" He repeats, his tone curious.

You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah." You whisper, gazing into his eyes, "Because I do." You say, your voice is shaky. You squeeze his hand. "I need you to show me it's safe for me to be in this with you. I don't want to walk around on eggshells expecting the worst to happen. I want to wake up knowing we made the right choice." You say, your voice firm and serious. "Can you do that?"

He leans in, eyes locked onto yours, and gently cups your face with his other hand. His thumb caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his warm breath on your lips as he whispers, "I can do that." He closes the gap between you, and you feel his soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet but enough to make your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepen the kiss. You feel his arm around your waist, holding you close, and you melt into him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, smiling and panting. You look into his eyes, and they shine with love. "I'll never get tired of that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses, "I brought something with me." He pulls away from you and digs in his pocket, opening a small box to reveal the opal ring he'd given you before. The ring sparkles in the light. "I wanted to give it back, and this time, I want to give it to you as a promise ring. Because I promise to be here for you, to keep you safe, and to make you feel loved and secure." He holds the ring out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "But most of all, I promise to trust you." His voice is so sincere; you can tell he means every word. You can't help but smile. You let him slide the ring back on your finger, which fits perfectly. You look at the ring, then at him, "I was hoping I'd get this back," you say, your voice soft and sweet. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

You whisper, "I'm glad you're home."

He sighs, but it's not a sign of annoyance or anger this time. It's a sound of pure bliss and relief. "Should we text Noah?" He asks, his voice soft and content.

You nod your head and pull out your phone. You type a quick message: Can you let us out now? We had wild sex on your bed and made up.

You hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "Yeah, right." Noah's voice echoes in your ears, and you see the door handle turn. "I've been sitting out here the whole time." He says, opening the door. He grins as he sees the two of you standing, Jolly's arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close, a smile on your face. The air feels lighter, and Noah is happy for you.

"I heard you leave…" You say, chuckling. "You mean to tell me you came back and eavesdropped on everything?"

"How else was I supposed to know when to let you out?" He asks, acting like you're stupid. "Let me see the ring." He says, walking over to you and grabbing your hand. He examines it, nodding his head in approval. But instead of saying anything nice, he says, "Should we order food and watch a movie? I'm emotionally drained, and I wasn't even in here." He jokes.

You and Jolly follow Noah down the stairs and into the living room, where you find a cozy spot on the couch. You cuddle up to Jolly, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, making you feel safe.

Noah makes a disgusted noise and says, "Gross. Now I'm the third wheel." He flops down on the other end of the couch and grabs the remote. He asks what you want to watch, hoping to distract himself from your lovey-dovey display.

"You know I'm always up for a murder mystery or a horror movie!" You say, raising your voice to annoy them.

Noah shakes his head, "Don't make her mad, Jolly. You'd be shocked how much she knows about disposing of a corpse without leaving a trace," He jokes.

You lift your head from Jolly's chest and give Noah a menacing look. "I'll strike when you least expect it, Noah. No one is safe from me. Not even you." You say, putting on a sinister tone.

Noah throws you the remote. He wonders if you're serious sometimes. He looks at Jolly and says, "And you're willingly choosing this psychopath?"

Jolly laughs at his remark, "Yes because she's my adorable little psycho." He says, squeezing you tighter and making you giggle. "And if she chooses to murder me someday, at least I'll die happy."

Noah rolls his eyes, not impressed by Jolly's comment. "I'm gonna order Chinese food. Do you guys want the usual?" He asks, getting up from the couch.

You nod, and Noah heads to the kitchen. Jolly takes this chance to ask you something that is on his mind. "Let me take you on a real date tomorrow." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You pull back, looking into his eyes, smiling as you nod in approval. "I'd love that." You say, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You hear Noah clear his throat from the kitchen, and you break the kiss, laughing. "Sorry, Noah." You say, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

Jolly smiles at you, "He'll get used to it." He says, kissing your cheek. "He has to cause I don't plan on letting you go." He says, making your heart flutter.

"And now I'm back to hating both of you, this time for all the PDA, how the tables have turned."

You throw a pillow at Noah when he sits down. "It could be worse. We could be screaming at each other still."

Noah nods and playfully rolls his eyes, "Shut up and pick a fucking movie." He rubs his temples, "I will separate you two!"

You pick up the remote and browse through the movie options. You see an horror movie and ask Noah if he's up for it.

He nods and says, "Sure, why not? Maybe it'll scare some sense into you two." He jokes, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

You press play, and the movie starts. You watch the screen but sneak glances at Jolly, who smiles at you and kisses your hair. You know you've made the right choice. You're glad you gave him a chance and excited for tomorrow's date. You don't know what the future holds, but you know you want him to be a part of it. You squeeze his hand and whisper, "I love you."

He smiles, whispering back, "I love you too, Honey bee."

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starsomens · 4 months

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I took a lil swing at this to see how this went 👀 diving right into t his blindly to see how it goes

Warning: lewd content and language ahead! 18+, not my best work, I’m sleepy, it’s 2 am😭

You had no idea how you ended up here, yet in the moment you couldn’t care how you did. The lead vocalist of Bad omens was between your thighs lapping at your folds, while you laid back in the chest of the guitarist. His large hands playing with your breasts, as Noah’s hands kept your legs spread, granting his access to your aching, throbbing core.

Each lick and suckle was better than the last, you were soaked slightly embarrassed at the thought of how messy Noah’s face would be when he was finished.

“Feels good doesn’t it princess?” Jolly whispered in your ear, his tongue tracing the crest of your ear “tell us what you want”

“I….i-I….oh fuck…” you pant heavily as boys sucks your clit between his lips. His lips holding the bundle in place as his tongue abused the sensitive bud. “Ah! F-fuck Noah!”

You moan out loud as you cum harder than you have before. Your legs shake and convolutes around Noah head, your body filling with goosebumps and chills. Jollys lips litters the nape of your neck with kisses.

“You still haven’t answered baby” Noah smirks as he finally comes up from his meal. A knowing smirk on his face as he licks his lips of the juices you left behind.

“I…I want…” you hesitate at first

“Come on don’t be shy” jolly encourages you as his hands massage at your bare hips. His hard cock flush against your ur ass. You bite your lip. As you lean forward, present your ass to jolly. A smirk crossed his face as his hand comes down with a smack against the skin. Noah stands at the edge of the bed, knowing exactly wheee this was heading, both belts begin to bulked as they loosen their pants. Noah’s cock, hard and ready spring in your face while jolly’s was already poking at your entrance. Still wet and tender from the first orgasm.

“Ready sweetheart?” Noah asks as you take his hardened cock in his hand. Looking down at you and the way your eyes looked up at him with his dick in your hand. Another cock ready to fuck you while he takes your mouth

“Mhm” you Nod as you give a long lick up his shaft and jolly bottoms out into you. You all groan as the sensation, the fullness, the warmth, the stretch. It was all so euphoric, dirty and wrong but so fucking hypothetic. Jolly huffs as he starts to keep a steady thrust in and out of you, while you head bobs on Noah’s dick

“Fuck jolly…she really knows…how to suck a dick. Fuck such a little slut” he chuckled fairly as his hands table and grab at your hair

“And her Pussy, so fucking tight…and ugh wet!” Jolly answers as he gave a hard thrust into you, the tip of his cock reaching your very end as he pumps in and out of you. Noah filled your mouth almost to suffocation, the slightly salty precum ran down your throat with each bob you gave him. Both sets of strong hands gripping you, as if you’d get away if they let go.

“Oh fuck! Who knew…our little secretary…would be such a fucking slut. Shit!” Noah huffs “letting us use her…fill her, fuck her. Make her ours”

“Of course she’s ours…no one’s gonna….fuck her like we do…” jolly groans as his hands grip your hips harder as he begins to pound into your pussy. The sound of skin slapping and slight choking filled the room. “Goddamn…gonna fill up this pussy…real good…”

“You want that don’t you princess?” Noah asks “walking around with our cum inside of you?…ugh dripping down your leg and out of your mouth…” you could only hum an answer

“Yeah of course she does….fuck I’m gonna fucking cum..you ready pretty girl?”you could practically hear jolly’s smirk as you feel him pulse inside of you. Noah twitched in your mouth feeling small spurts of cum washing down your throat as you bob and lump what could not fit in your mouth. Both men groan and stutter their hips into you as they empty themselves inside of you. Hot cum ran down your throat as your pussy filled to the brim

“That was…amazing….” Jolly pants pulling out of you slowly, groan at the loss of contact

“You’re telling me…I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much” big chuckles

“Uhuh…it was really good…” you agree as you wipe the cum from the corner of your mouth. Just as you were were reaching for your shirt Noah catches your hand

“Ah ah ah princess, we aren’t don’t with you tonight”

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badnoahmens · 1 month

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Hi hi! Can I request 110 with Jolly?? 💜

Did I come out of any hiatus just for these smit prompts? Maybe.

“Why do you get so shy when I use that word?”

I’m so sorry this took so long 🖤

-nsfw under the cut-

Privacy has been lacking as of late. With visits from friends to see the enigmatic Bad Omens back home, or the rush of the holidays spent seeing family and catching up on your personal projects. It truly felt like the two of you were two ships passing in the night.

You were on the brink of a dream state. Fog clouding your mind as the bliss of sleep was mere seconds away.

That was the case, until the sting of cold fingertips trail over your exposed arm. The sensation left a wake of goosebumps, and not in an entirely unpleasant way.

These nights were the only time you and Jolly had to spend together, alone. It made complete sense that he wanted you awake right now.

You left out a sigh, but not of contempt. Instead, it was a sigh of relief. He picked up on that, and shifted closer to you, your bodies fitting together like that of puzzle pieces.

His large hands start to glide down your sides, his palms coming to rest on the ridge of your hip. With the slightest motion, you readjust your hips, lightly grazing over the growing heat in his boxers.

It was all you needed to give him to let him start.

His fingers delicately slip into your underpants, slipping between the folds and pressing light circles to your clit. He continues to run the bundle of nerves before his digits find your entrance, and start to pump slowly. The slick you have already mustered up spreads so easily for him, and it doesn’t take him long at all until you’re pushing back on his fingers, grinding against the sensation to get more.

“Are you ready for it, princess?” He whispered, the heat of his breath wafting over the nape of your neck. He follows it by peppering kisses to the exposed skin.

You don’t quite respond. The nickname has you faltering in your rhythm. Jolly pauses, noticing your own hesitations. He strains himself to look over your shoulder, seeing your eyes closed, and his hand retreats. Now, still wet from your own doing, his hand twists your hip so that you’re flat on your back, eyeing up at the majestic view above you.

“What’s wrong?” He prys.

It was the first time he had called you princess, and you weren’t sure if you had liked it. Maybe it stems from a time when it was used as an insult, or the idea of being a dainty, helpless damsel, but it made you feel like you needed to retreat.

“Was it the name?” he asks, a finger coming to rest under your chin, guiding your view back to him after glancing over to the window. When you don’t respond, he knows he found his answer.

“Why do you get so shy when I use that word?” He asks, comfortingly placing a band on your shoulder, begging you to answer him.

You look at him, and there’s nothing but innocence and a little bit of lust behind his eyes.

“Princesses are just fancy ‘damsels in distress’,” you respond.

He smirks, knowing it was your stubborn independence that was getting in the way.

“I will show you how a princess needs to be treated”, and before you could protest, he slid down your body, briskly doing away with the garments that help your pussy captive, and had your legs tossed over his shoulders.

After being so gentle, the speed of which he loved took your breath away. So much so, that you could barely stammer out any air when the warmth of his mouth encased your clit. He ducked tenderly, drawing out your sensations, flicking his things with a newfound speed over the previous bead.

You shoot up, hands finding fistfuls of his long, dark hair, before crashing back down into the mattress, still grasping at his locks for some way to ground yourself.

He readjusts, finding a new angle, and returns to his neediness, his desperate flicks of the tongue, making you see stars behind your eyelids.

When you glance down at him, his eyes are on you, intensly watching how you react to his every slight move.

With your eye contact locked, his hand slips from your hip and easily slides two fingers into your entrance.

They curl, beckoning whatever was inside you to come closer, to let him see what you could release. The massage on the inside of your walls was getting to be too much, and there was a build up in the pit of your stomach waiting for the floodgates to open.

Jolly didn’t let up. He saw the way you squirmed, the way you writhed beneath him, even how you guided his head in the vice grip you had on him, both physically and figuratively.

It was with a final flick of his wrist, turning to brush against a sweet spot hurried deep inside you, that you came undone. The floodgates had well and truly opened, and the beast that was trapped inside you was released.

A white hot pleasure ripples through your body, quaking you, making your legs stiffen around Jolly’s shoulders. He was held securely in place, helping you ride the wave back down to earth with the simple, small gestures ricocheting the pleasure until it softened into a blissful buzz.

With Jolly’s hand not retreated, you release your fingers from the nest you had made of his hair. He sits back on his legs, admiring the view of you so open in front of him.

“If you’d like to call me princess more often, I’d be okay with that,” you jokingly remark, slight aftershocks still haphazardly rocking through your body.

“You can count on that,” and it sounds more like a promise than anything else.

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ladyveronikawrites · 8 months

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Hi! Can I please have Noah x reader with number 5 from the kink list and number 67 from the prompt list?

Impolite Part Four

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30 Days of Bad Omens "Ethereal" PAIRING: Noah X Female Reader; Jolly x Female Reader KINK: Orgasm denial SMUT PROMPT: 67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy” CW: orgasm denial, orgasm persmission, D/s dynamic, bondage, partner sharing/poly, sex toys, voyeurism/exhibitionism, collaring (submissive bracelet), unprotected p in v sex,

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(tag list) @signs-of-ill-portent @throwingmetothelions @the-way-of-words @kingdomof-omens @thebadchic @strawberryruffilo @badhedonist @crimson-calligraphyx

** I couldn't get this out of my head. I wrote it during a family picnic you heathens I love you**

“Good morning.”

A husky voice chips away slowly at the daydream playing in your mind as you stare out into the sunrise. You bring your coffee mug to your lips, reveling in the sweet scent of coffee and the silent serenity for a heartbeat longer. In the corner of your eye, the body fidgets behind you but you pay no mind to them. The hot beverage warms the back of your throat, waking your senses. You turn slightly to set down your mug on the small table beside the lounge chair you are relaxing in.

As you turn back to face whoever greeted you, your chin is jolted in one direction and before you can process what is happening, warm full lips crash onto yours. You relax into his touch, your back pressed against the back of the chair. Noah deepens to kiss, slotting his body between your legs as he licks at your bottom lip. You moan into him as he captures your pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Threading your fingers through his hair you tug slightly earning you a groan from the tall man. Reluctantly, you break apart the heated kiss.

“Good morning to you too,” you rasp, voice still full of sleep.

“Hey, I gotta get in my kiss before ‘you know who' wakes up.” You shake your head as Noah mocks Mr. Karlsson. “Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he smirks as he rises from the chair. You casually flip him off because he is right and you aren’t on the clock just yet. This behavior elicits a shit-eating grin from Noah as he makes his way back into the house.

Your chest tightens when you glance at the time on your watch. Today is the day before the band leaves on tour. A strange mix of sadness and excitement swirls in your stomach.

You’ve learned so much about each of the guys and even more about yourself in the past three months. Tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes but you quickly wipe them away as duty calls.

You find Noah and Mr. Karlsson sitting at the kitchen island, shutting the sliding door quietly behind you, you make your way to the coffee bar to start your morning ritual. As you grab Mr. Karlsson’s favorite mug, unironically with his name on it, you jump slightly as warm hands snake around your waist. Coarse scruff rubs against your cheek before soft lips take their place.

“Stop,” Mr. Karlsson demands in a raspy whisper. “No rules today, dear.”

He plants delicate kisses on your cheek and neck. You set down the mug as your mind begins to wander. Mr. Karlsson… Joakim plucks you from your thoughts by spinning you around to face him. Large hands grasp at your face and pull you into a burning kiss. Pulled from hot to cool by the rings on his fingers against your warm cheeks, your head begins to spin.

Relentless, Joakim splits your mouth open with his tongue and devours you. You melt into his touch moaning into his open mouth. A thud rings through the room as Joakim pushes you against the bar. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the filthy kiss. A warm tingle spreads from your scalp to your neck as Joakim tangles and tugs at your hair.

Embolden, you slide your hands up his chest and around his neck. You twirl your fingers through his locks then tug slightly, cautiously. He groans into your mouth as he ruts against your thigh. Heat floods your core and you can’t stop yourself from tugging harder. Your breathing shallows as you both fight for air and dominance. Joakim bites at your lower lip then pulls away.

Your hands instinctually return to your side as he cups your chin, his lust-filled hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of harm. Heat burns your cheeks as he assesses you. Your chest heaves up and down as you calm your breath and your racing mind.

“Are you okay?” he asks taking a step back. Hazy from the rush of hormones a few heartbeats pass before you can answer.

“Yes,” you rush out hoarsely. “That was-”

“Hot,” Noah interrupts. Your eyes meet his but you quickly glance at your feet as your cheeks redden even more. Embarrassed, you can’t believe Noah watched everything. Joakim tilts your chin to meet his gaze.

“Hey, hi,” Joakim smiles and it melts away your insecurities. “Sorry Noah can be a kinky fucker sometimes and ignore boundaries-” Joakim looks over his shoulder and throws Noah daggers. Noah lets out a dramatic huff and gets up from his chair. “Are you sure you are alright?” Joakim returns to you as Noah comes to stand nearby yet still respecting your space.

“Yeah, just surprised that’s all.” You meet Noah’s apologetic gaze.

“Sorry.” Noah leans in and kisses your cheek then nips at your earlobe. “Not sorry.” You shove at his chest and he fakes stumbling backward flashing you a shit-eating grin before turning to leave.

“Here, I got something for you.” Joakim takes your hand and guides you into the living room. As you sit down on the leather couch, he hands you a small box. When you open it you find a small rose gold chain bracelet with a small circular pendant. On it is a letter J embossed into the metal. Your submissive bracelet, like a collar but more discreet.

Joakim leans over, grabs the delicate chain from the box, and wraps it around your wrist. He locks the bracelet and brushes his lips against your wrist. “Mine,” he growls softly before kissing the same area and letting you go.

Suddenly, Joakim’s phone rings, shattering your intimate moment.

“You can open the other bag, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Joakim walks outside onto the patio for privacy. You pull two black velvet bags from the gift bag. In one bag you find a small pink insertable egg vibrator and a purple vibrating wand in the other. All at once it hits you why Joakim gave them to you.

“Want to test them out?” Noah strolls into the room and plops onto the chair beside you. “I know you are ready for more, you give yourself away so easily,” Noah smirks.

Your mouth pops open ready to defend yourself but no words come out. He’s right though. They all can read your non-verbal cues but you can read theirs too. In the same breath, each one of them has helped you become more comfortable with yourself.

Folio has helped you connect with your more wild and impulsive side so you can be less rigid. Ruffilo has helped you balance your work and hobbies and Noah gave more reading recs to add to your TBR amongst other shows to watch when you have time. Sadness grips your stomach at the reality of a quiet house. You’ve considered heading back to your apartment, which Joakim has graciously paid for while you stayed here, when the band leaves for tour but this place feels like home.

“What do you think?” Noah cocks an eyebrow in your direction. “Why don’t we show Jolly what he’s missing?” You glance at Joakim outside still on the phone. It is the last day you’ll see him and possibly the one and only chance he will let his guard down and admit his feelings for you.

“Ok,” you flash Noah a grin as you rise from the couch and he grabs the two bags.

Noah traps you against Joakim’s bedroom door. You barely catch your breath as Noah captures your lips with his. You tug on the hem of his shirt to pull him in closer. He tangles his hands in your hair just like Joakim did only minutes ago. Heat shoots through your scalp making you moan into Noah’s open mouth. Arching your back, you press into him deeper sliding your hands down his sides to grip his hips. You are positive your fingernails have marked his skin. He pulls away leaving you panting.

“I wanted so badly to pull you from Jolly and fuck you in the kitchen. Both of us taking turns making you come undone.” Noah flashes a satisfied grin as he watches the blush creep over your cheeks. “Princess, you’re blushing and you can’t look at me. That means that fantasy turns you on.” Noah tilts your chin up to meet his lust-filled gaze.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly as you clench your thighs together.

“Yeah?” Noah smirks as he snakes his other hand down your front between your legs and under your leather skirt. “Let’s find out shall we?” He taps your thigh and you obey spreading your legs wide. His eyes roll back as he cups your covered mound. “No coming until Joakim tells you to, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper as Noah slides his fingers into your already-damp panties and swipes them against your clit. Your knees bend to his touch and just like that his fingers are gone and working on the zipper of your skirt. All at once, Noah pulls down your panties and skirt as your fingers work quickly at the buttons of your blouse. Heart racing as arousal and excitement bubble in your stomach.

“Are you okay with restraints?” Noah asks as he approaches the bed taking the toys from each bag.

“Yes, I prefer them actually.” You climb onto the large bed as Noah adjusts the bed restraints.

“I know Jolly said ‘no rules’ but you know you can say your safeword at any time.”

“You know I know, Noah,” you grin shaking your head as he cuffs your ankle to the bed. “But I appreciate you asking every time. You all do and it's comforting.”

“We just want everyone to feel safe,” Noah replies as he cuffs the other ankle then moves to your wrists. Noah takes a step back and admires your bare beauty.

“You have no idea how badly I want to just take you instead, make you come over and over again on my cock. Have you screaming so loud Jolly will burst into the room.”

You squirm against your restraints as Noah crawls between your legs. The thought of Joakim watching Noah fuck you makes your pussy throb. “I know you love being watched, Ruff told me all about it, every detail from the night you were between both Nicks.” He leans over you his face mere inches from yours. “Do you want Jolly to watch?” All you can muster is a small nod, his proximity making your mind hazy. “Words dear,” Noah pecks a kiss on your lips.

“Yes,” you breathe out. The last syllable barely leaves your mouth as Noah crawls off the bed. He grabs his phone and types away a text, then turns on Joakim's computer which happens to be on the desk in front of the bed. The screen flashes on and you see the profile of Joakim sitting at the desk in the studio. His gaze isn’t on you but on something in front of him. Your jaw drops open as the realization hits you.

“Wait Noah-” Noah adjusts the webcam before turning in the chair.

“It’s ok, Jolly agreed to it. You are safe, he has his earbuds in, and no one can see or hear you besides him. He has his phone propped up out of frame. The kinky bastard.” Noah moves from the desk so you can see the large screen better just as Joakim glances down and flashes you a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” Noah asks as he grabs the wand vibrator. You watch mesmerized as Joakim slides a hand from the desk and onto his lap not hearing Noah’s question. Joakim starts to palm at the tent in his sweatpants.

“Fuck.” You bite your lip as your eyes remain on the screen.

Noah turns on the vibrating wand to its lowest setting and places it gently on your pebbled nipple. You shriek at the sudden sensation and buck your hips. Noah makes small circles around the hard bud; your clit throbs for the friction. Closing your eyes, you sink deeper into the pillows as the vibration spreads through your other breast. Your eyes spring open when something hot and wet flicks at your nipple. Overwhelmed, your back arches off the bed, and your mouth pops open. Instantly, Noah pulls his mouth and the vibrator from your overstimulated flesh.

“Fuck you, Noah,” you bite out between shaky breaths. You have gotten to know that Noah secretly loves your filthy mouth, the one you can’t have around Joakim. Your little secret.

Frustrated, you can’t clench around anything and your pussy walls threaten to flutter. Writhing against your restraints you groan hot and desperate. Noah turns off the vibrator and smirks. You follow his gaze to find Joakim has discreetly freed his angry cock from his sweatpants and is stroking himself. Still in his meeting.

“He’s thinking about you,” Noah declares; a hint of jealousy sparks in his eyes.

“I can see that.” Shy, your cheeks heat and you look up at the ceiling embarrassed.

“I’m going to get us some water and I’ll be back. Seems like his meeting is taking longer than he anticipated.”

Noah glances at the computer screen before shutting the bedroom door behind him. You can’t help but look at the screen again. Joakim is stroking himself faster. Precum glistens at the tip of his cock. When his eyes meet yours, he slows his movement, teasing you and himself. Transfixed, you barely acknowledge that Noah has returned with two bottles of water until you jump from the ice-cold sensation on your puckered nipple. You glare at him as he places the cold bottle of water on the bedside table.

“Hey, I was just trying to cool you off.” Noah chuckles as he unfastens one cuff around your wrist and leg. He helps you sit up and drink, instantly the bed sheets dampen from your arousal. You fidget nervously as Noah sets the bottle down.

“Are you good?” Concern fills his eyes as he searches yours.

“Yeah, better now,” you flash him a small smile.

“Good.” Noah binds your wrist again and kisses your forehead. When he grabs your ankle to bind it again his eyes darken slightly. “I see,” his gaze tracks the wet spot on the sheets then meets yours. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s totally normal and Jolly loves it.” Noah crawls onto the bed with the vibrator back in his hand. You notice Joakim has tucked himself back into his sweats and his hands grip onto the arms of the chair.

“You are glowing, an ethereal beauty, darling,” Noah purrs. “Let’s show him what he’s missing.” Noah turns on the vibrator again but this time presses it gently against your clit. You cant against the vibration your clit throbbing at the friction.

“Breathe,” Noah instructs and you comply sucking in a big breath. “That’s it relax.” Noah circles the wand around your clit then lowers it towards your entrance. Your legs tense as the coil in your core winds up. He circles one more time around your clit before turning it off. Agitated you hiss a curse. Noah revels in your body’s response to his torture. When you look back at the screen, it goes black. Adrenaline courses through your veins. “What if I just leave you here, wet and needy.” Noah turns the vibrator back on but on a higher setting and plunges a finger into your drenched pussy. You throw your head back and shut your eyes tight, fighting your body to not come undone. Just as the wave threatens to crash, Noah gets up and turns the vibrator off.

“Dammit, Noah.” Your lids flutter open and your jaw drops. Joakim is totally naked and is lining up his angry cock against your throbbing entrance.

“I love and hate you both.” Joakim plunges in and out of you. He strokes himself a few times and shoos Noah out with a ‘get out of here you creep’ then curses him in his native tongue.

“Fuck you too.” Noah flips Joakim off before leaving.

“Now where were we?” Joakim leans down and flicks his tongue over your sensitive clit. You buck against his tongue begging for more. Joakim digs his fingernails into your thighs as he laps up your arousal. “I’m going to miss you so much. Not just this-” he looks up at you. “But you. You are the light of my life, a blessing to all of us.” You blush at his compliment.

“I’m going to miss all of you too, but especially this.” You wiggle to bring yourself closer to him. Joakim chuckles against your center before licking from entrance to clit. He grips your hips and aligns himself with your entrance teasing it with tip.

“Me too,” he grunts plunging in and out of you, thrust after thrust chipping away at the dam about to burst. "You are close baby. I can feel it. Come for me dear. Come hard on my cock."

You scream his name as his permission sends you over the edge. Your body tenses and trembles as he fucks you through your mind-blowing orgasm. Joakim grunts, finding his release soon after. He stills inside you reveling in the moment as you both come down from your highs. With a satisfied sigh, he pulls from you and releases your ankles. Kissing each and rubbing the sore flesh. When he comes to your side he plants a kiss on your forehead and then onto your lips.

"I love you" he mumbles against your lips. Your chest warms and you kiss him back. "I love you too," you confess as he unbinds your wrists. He kisses each wrist before heading to the en suite bathroom to get a towel to clean up. After you both dress, Joakim pulls you into an embrace.

“I’m really going to miss you. We will be playing in town in a few weeks and you of course are VIP. “

“Thank you,” your heart overflows with happiness. You will miss seeing him and the guys, but you still get to help Joakim with work while he is away on tour.

Joakim leans into you to whisper into your ear, “The toys are Bluetooth compatible so we can buzz you any time.” When he pulls back he smirks wide and you just shake your head at him before pulling him into another hug.

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collapsedglasshouses · 3 months

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Hey, first of all! I hope you are doing well!

I wanted to request a fluffy smut with Jolly, where reader and him are at a family get together or something and he sees her interacting with children and they finally decide to try for a baby.

Thank you! <3

A/N: Thank you for requesting, I hope you are doing well yourself! It's funny because I had something along those lines sitting in my drafts for quite a while but never had the motivation to finally finish and post it. I want to apologize because it is quite short, but I hope you'll enjoy!

Ready Or Not [Jolly Karlsson x fem!Reader]

PHOTO CREDIT GOES TO MYSELF THIS TIME HEHE

WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI!!, breeding kink, fluffy ending?, family planning, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

Jolly was sitting on the couch in your sister’s living room and was watching you. You were sitting on the floor with your niece and drew with her. Every now and then the little girl would instruct you to draw something else on the paper so she could fill it out or add random little details to it.

The smile on your face warmed his heart. It had been almost four years since the two of you had started dating and he could say with his whole chest that every single day had been the best. You calmed his nerves. Whether it was a stressful tour date, or they had any kind of difficulties, you were there. And so was he.

After almost an hour, you looked at him to check if he was fine. He gifted you a small smile that held so much emotion it almost rushed through your body. You slowly excused yourself from your niece, before getting up and sitting down next to him.

“Are you alright?” You asked your boyfriend, whose sweet smile was still plastered on his face.

“Sure… I was just thinking about how good you are with kids.” He honestly exclaimed, when it felt like a thought ran through both of your heads. You had talked about this topic. You talked about how you wanted a child and you talked about how you wanted to have one in the next two years.

Not even an hour later you stumbled into your shared house, your lips not leaving each other’s for even half a second. You hadn’t even closed the front door properly, before Jolly stripped you out of your shirt.

“Oh, slow down.” You jokingly chuckled while Jolly kissed down your neck. You felt how you got wetter with each passing second.

“I can’t wait, darling.” He muttered against your neck while grabbing you by your hips and slowly leading you to the dining table.

When your ass hit the table, Jolly wasted no time and lifted you up on it, before opening your jeans and letting them slip down your legs.

It didn’t take long for him to get out of his pants himself.

“Are you sure, you want this?” Jolly mumbled against your lips while you tried to get him closer to you, his hardened member almost touching your core.

“God, I need you to fill me up.” You whined against his lips, giving him the answer he needed, before he slowly let himself sink into you. You moaned in sink as you tried to adjust to his length.

Jolly’s thrusts slowly became faster, while you tried to hold onto him for dear life. You felt like he was going to kill you with his pace, while small and deep moans echoed through the room. You were ready. You wanted nothing more than a baby with him. You wanted a family with him so badly.

“Fuck, so fucking good with kids.” Jolly groaned in your ear, while your hand found its way into his hair, to get ahold of him. “Cumming in your pussy like you derserve, baby.”

He felt how your walls started to squeeze around his cock as he slams into you. Your moans almost became cries as you felt your orgasm coming. Right as he sent you over the edge, you felt thick and warm ropes of cum spread within you. Jolly groaned into your ear, your voices mixing in ecstasy.

While you both came down from your highs, you held each other in a tight embrace. Jolly was the first to let go of you, just to put his hands on your cheeks. Your eyes met his and he gifted you a small smile. His thumbs stroked over your face, while he whispers. “We are going to be a family. You are going to be the greatest mom.”

“And you are going to be the greatest dad.” You mumbled before kissing him deeply.

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cowpokeomens · 10 days

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Wearing a cute sundress and getting dolled up for Jolly so he can tell you how cute and precious you look while he's got you sobbing on his dick

I closed my laptop and put it away when I got this ask.

But y'all know I cannot resist this man so let's talk about it.

Bc??????????????? WOW okay where to begin: It's summer, it's hot, the only good thing is that you can wear a sundress with nothing underneath, thank the gods. So you're piddling around the house, taking care of laundry, putting some dishes away, just tidying up while Joakim works in his office/studio space. You're bent over, putting away a pot, when he walks into the kitchen.

"Hey, pretty, do we still have-"

You straighten up and glance at him, wondering why he stopped speaking and he is just. Staring. Open-mouthed, pupils dilated, staring.

Suddenly you feel self-conscious, arms crossing your body in a defensive stance. "What? It's my makeup, right? I got a new blush and I feel like I used too much-"

"Why are you dressed like that?" His tone is flat.

Your heart sinks further. "Oh, um, I dunno, I just thought you might like it."

"Like it?"

You wish the ground would swallow you up. "Yes?"

He closes the distance between you, hands tangling into your hair as he presses his lips against yours, desperation on his tongue. “You look so fucking good," He manages to say between kisses. "What the fuck you're so sexy."

You are overwhelmed, melting into his touch as his hands roam your body, grabbing your ass, cupping your breast, pulling at the edges of your dress until he realizes-

"No panties?"

You shake your head. "'S hot." You whine.

And that’s what does the poor guy in! He’s aging okay you can’t just walk around without panties on or he’ll have a conniption fit! No but really he absolutely bends you over the kitchen counter and laps at your core like a beggar who’s been wandering the desert for 30 days and 30 nights. Picks you up so that your feet are dangling off the counter and the edge is digging into your stomach but you can’t bring yourself to care because it’s messy and there’s spit and cum rolling down your inner thighs and Joakim is groaning into your pussy like he’s having the first bite at a 5 star restaurant and it’s not enough for you to cum okay!! It’s just not!! Because the he holds you in place with one hand on your back and slides his cock in with ease and you’re scratching and clawing at the counter but it’s slippery so you can’t get a grip so he does what any reasonable man would do! He grabs your wrists in one of his big hands and pins them above your head so that all you can do is be good and take what you’re given! Makes you thank him for being so nice and letting you come first before he fills you up :-/ I need a glass of water y’all

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thefallennightmare · 6 days

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Request for Jolly x Female Reader. Jolly develops a crush on a member of one of the support bands over the course of tour. Could be vocalist or instrumentalist. Or both. The band and Bad Omens eventually collab for a song on the Concrete Jungle OST and Jolly helps co-write a song with reader for her band’s new album. So they end up spending a lot of time together. Take it where ever you want to. Can’t wait to read!

You were a solo artist opening up for Bad Omens for the fall tour.

When the tour first got announced, Jolly and Noah reached out to you about collaborating with Bad Omens on a future song. They loved the softness of your voice as you sang with passion.

You didn't have much experience with writing your own songs since you were just starting out so Jolly offered to help you with writing the collab song.

You met him at his and Noah's home studio, nervous as hell because with what they already told you they were looking for with the new song, you didn't know how'd they take to the lyrics you did right.

"I'm all for constructive criticism," you said while handing Jolly your notebook. "I'm still learning but this was what I thought would work best for the song."

Jolly and Noah read over it together, both of them sharing a look.

"It's good," Noah said first.

"But we can tweak some things if you're cool with it," Jolly smiled.

You returned it. "You two are some of the best. I couldn't have asked for better teachers.

For the next few weeks, you worked with Jolly mostly on tightening up your lyrics and when it came to recording your part, he made sure he was there outside the booth to watch you.

The two of you had become incredibly close over the few weeks, and it was clear how he felt about you but you were too nervous to reciprocate those feelings for fear of ruining this collaboration/future tour. If things didn't work out, it would make things incredibly awkward.

"Can we redo that verse?" You asked Jolly. "I feel like it could be better."

"Of course, Karaste," he smiled, saying his nickname for you.

It made your cheeks burn just as it did the first time he called you it. It was an accident, a slip of his Swedish tongue but you loved it so you told him it could stay.

It was a late night in the studio so Jolly offered to walk you to your car but neither of you was ready to end the night yet.

"It's sounding really good," he praised.

"Thank you," you blushed. "I know there's a lot of hype with this upcoming deluxe album so I want to make sure it's perfect."

Jolly ran a hand over his beard, thinking deeply about something.

"What are you doing Friday night?"

"Oh, do you want another recording session?" You questioned.

Now he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was thinking maybe dinner. Me and You."

"As a date?" You couldn't hide the smile and neither could Jolly.

"If you're worried about ruining the collab or tour if things go bad, don't. We both can be professionals."

You took a step closer to him. "I think we'll be fine if we take things slow."

Something sparkled in his dark eyes, his hands finding your hips. "We'll take things as slow as you want, karaste."

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circle-with-me · 6 months

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Where Do We Go From Here?

Pairing: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x ofc (fem reader)

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, mentions of smut, if i missed anything let me know.

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0 (thanks to them for cheering me on and dealing with me being a complete psycho as I freaked out over posting this. You're the best)

Author's note: This is the first thing I've ever written, or at least written and shared with multiple people. I don't have a clue what I'm doing but I'm kind of proud of it, so I hope you all enjoy it :)

PART 2

You’ve known Jolly for years. You met him not long after he moved to the area, striking up a conversation in a bar one evening. After hitting it off he had invited you to come watch his band play the following weekend. At first, you thought it was an attempt to get you in bed but when he caught up with you after the show he seemed genuinely interested in your opinion. You couldn’t help but find it adorable how nervous he was waiting for your review of his band’s performance.

As you gave him your very serious but glowing seal of approval, you watched Jolly’s once nervous features transform into pure joy. His infectious smile soon caused you to smile back at him and Jolly picked you up in his arms hugging you tightly. He laughed at you as you squealed from the unexpected bear hug. You spent the rest of the night parked on a cliff eating fast food and talking about anything and everything. You only realize how long you’ve been talking when you see the sun come up.

And then suddenly, Jolly was in your life. He would come over after you got home from work, and you’d make dinner and watch movies. The two of you would spend most weekends together; drinking, going to shows, or being useless couch potatoes. You were friends; best friends, never crossing any lines. Cuddling on the couch was the most “touchy-feely” the two of you would get and even then, Jolly would keep his hand on your upper arm or your head softly playing with your hair.

It got to the point where the two of you spent so much time together that you questioned whether your friendship was affecting his love life. You had seen him with girls in the past, but they had mostly been one-night stands or short flings. None of them had lasted longer than a couple of months. You tried to make yourself scarce when a new one came along. You figured they didn’t want their boyfriend’s girl best friend hanging around much. Jolly always made a point to hunt you down, though, asking you why you were disappearing on him.

“I don’t know” you’d say, shrugging. “I’m just trying not to interfere with your love life.” Usually, he’d roll his eyes and tell you to stop being ridiculous, but this time was different. This time when you said it his gaze fell from yours to your lips and back. The action was so quick you could have blinked and missed it. He pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ah, Käraste.” He said quietly into your ear. “You are my love life.”

Then, one night, after a particularly difficult breakup and a little too much to drink he kissed you. Kissing Jolly wasn’t at all what you expected it to be. You didn’t expect it to happen whilst inebriated in a poorly lit alley. You also didn’t expect it to be as soft as it was. You assumed it would be somewhat rough like his calloused hands. Instead, it was gentle and way too quick for your liking. He pulled back and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, staring at the ground. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You grabbed his chin gently to make him look at you, running your thumb lightly over his bottom lip. Jolly had one arm next to your head as he leaned against the wall behind you watching you intently. With your other hand, you grabbed him by the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him closer to you. He groaned as his hips slotted into yours and he pressed his hardening cock against your core. Your lips crashed together, and it wasn’t long before he had flipped you around against the wall and was fucking into you like it was his only purpose in life.

The rest of the night had been spent in bed with Jolly slowly taking you apart and putting you back together. Over and over again until you both fell asleep, sated and exhausted.

After that, you were inseparable. More so than before. Things were perfect the first two years, but you never made it to the third. Something had changed, but you weren’t sure what it was. The spark wasn’t there anymore. You both found yourselves spending more and more time apart. He was spending more time working on music and you spent your days on your hobbies and work. Neither of you could pinpoint what caused you to drift apart but after a few months and a lot of fighting, there was no denying that things weren’t getting any better.

So, you broke up. You were both devastated but couldn’t figure out a better way. Thinking back on it, you could have tried harder, and gone to couple’s therapy. Something other than just giving up, but the damage had been done. Living life completely without Jolly had proved impossible. He kept showing up with food or a terrible movie to watch. You couldn’t resist going to his shows. Old habits die hard. The romance was gone but you were best friends first. That was where you’d settle. Best friends and nothing else. You could still manage that, right?

At least that was what Jolly had planned.

Now, a year after the breakup, he’s sitting in your living room trying to keep his composure. You’ve been with this dipshit a couple of months and seeing you with him makes his skin crawl. He can’t even remember the guy's name. Kyle? Andy? Kody? Something stupid. He just knows that this gangly pathetic excuse of a man is making out with you on the couch less than two feet away from him and he’s ready to implode.

This evening was supposed to be a group movie night with the guys from the band included but they all bailed for one reason or another. Deep down Jolly knew that the guys were trying to push their friends back together. They had seen how much the breakup had affected Jolly and hoped that by passing on the movie night it would give the two of you some time to reconnect.

Unfortunately, none of them, especially Jolly, knew that you would invite your shit-for-brains boyfriend.

So now he’s stuck on this couch with the two of you. You’re leaning into Connor’s (Tyler’s?) chest, and he has his arm around you. One hand is resting on the arm of the couch and the other is rubbing the outside of your thigh.

Jolly tries not to stare, but you’re wearing those fucking shorts. They’re pink satin pajama shorts with a slit at the side seam. He knows you’re not wearing underwear with them either because you never do. He’s fucked you in those shorts so many times he’s lost count, bending you over the nearest surface he could find. Sometimes he’d pull them down over your ass but most of the time he’d just push them to the side and pound into you until you had drenched both the satin material and his cock.

Fuck, he loved those shorts.

You were wearing them on purpose, Jolly figured. You were in a completely different outfit when he arrived at your place earlier in the evening: an oversized t-shirt and black leggings. Your idiot boyfriend showed up right after with pizza and beer and ruined Jolly’s hopes for a quiet evening alone with his best friend. You gave him an apologetic smile as Chris loudly made his way into the living room with dinner.

Chris. That was his fucking name. Still stupid.

The three of you were eating quietly on the couch. Well, the two of you were. Chris was blabbering endlessly about his day at work. This was the fourth job he’d had since the two of you had started dating a little less than six months ago. He had left everyone because they “didn’t understand him”. Jolly knew that was code for “I fucked around and got fired.” He wondered what the hell was so appealing about this guy.

Chris continued along with his animated storytelling, his voice becoming even louder and more annoying every second. He started to wave his arms around, because how else do you get a point across? As he flailed his arms, he hit the beer bottle you’ve brought to your mouth, barely missing your lips and knocking it out of your hand.

You stand up abruptly, gasping at the sudden sensation of cold beer in your lap. “Jesus Christ, Chris!”

Chris just sat there, mouth agape, and laughing. “It’s not funny, you asshole.” Chris continued laughing as Jolly headed to the linen closet to get you a towel.

“Thanks.” You mumbled quietly as you took the towel. Jolly nodded and sat down, glaring at Chris who was still quietly giggling. You cleaned the excess beer off your pants and the couch with the towel, annoyed at the fact you’ll have to deep clean your cushions later to avoid them reeking of cheap beer.

“Babe I’m sorry, but that was funny.” Chris finally spoke. Jolly winced at his comment. Wrong thing to say. Both men watched as you slowly turned to meet Chris’ gaze. Jolly had been on the receiving end of that look on more than one occasion and was not envious of the man sitting beside him.

You threw the now wet towel at Chris’ face. “You’re an idiot that needs to watch what the fuck he’s doing.” You hissed. Chris watched you wide-eyed as you stalked towards the stairs. “W-Where are you going?” He stammered. “I’m not going to sit all night in wet clothes reeking of beer, am I?”

“Why bother changing? You could just strip here. I’m sure Jolly wouldn’t mind, would you?” He said, laughing and nudging Jolly with his elbow. Jolly started to say something but was interrupted by an object flying and hitting Chris directly on the side of his face. Chris yelped and held a hand to his face looking around wildly searching for the culprit. The object landed on the couch between the two men. Jolly erupted with laughter when he realized you had thrown your flip-flop from the top of the stairs and made perfect contact with your boyfriend's head.

Suddenly, Jolly is brought back to the present by the sound of you giggling. He glances over to see the two of you had made up as you and Chris were making out. Your back is facing him, so you have no idea that he is currently watching the show. He stifled a groan. He liked it better when you were pissed and throwing things at him. Jolly dares to sneak another glance and watches Chris' hand not so subtly begin to slip into your shorts. He can hear you softly gasping and attempting to hide your moans in Chris’ neck, but he can hear them even over the movie that was playing. While I’m right next to you, are you fucking kidding me?

Jolly considers making a scene, bursting their little love bubble. He couldn’t decide who he was more pissed at, Chris or you. Then, as if he could hear Jolly’s thoughts, Chris made eye contact with him. Fuck. He didn’t realize he was watching again. He refuses to look away in some piss-poor attempt at establishing dominance. He’s the one fingering your girl right in front of you. Pretty sure he has the upper hand here.

Chris smirks and Jolly breaks eye contact and watches as you begin to pant harder and whine. The noises go straight to his cock, and he has to avoid adjusting himself because he knows Chris is still watching. He can tell by the way you’re breathing that you’re about to cum and all he can do is sit there and watch. He could get up and leave but those pretty little noises you’re making are keeping him glued to his seat. Even if they’re not for him. Jolly watches as you roll your hips into Chris’ hand one last time and you’re seizing in his hands and bury yourself into his neck further to stifle a very loud moan unsuccessfully.

Jolly mistakenly makes eye contact with Chris again, whose smirk is even bigger than before, and he winks. He could have strangled the motherfucker right there and not felt bad about it, but you love him. He quickly gets up off the couch and stalks to the kitchen because he’s pissed and the tightness in his joggers is getting to be too much.

He stands in the kitchen trying to calm down. He should just leave. Just get in his car and leave. Later, he could tell you that he got a headache or something and that’s why he left. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that your boyfriend made you cum two feet away from him. No, she would know something was up. As upset as he was, Jolly didn’t want to embarrass her. He sighs and closes his eyes trying to think.

He hears footsteps coming into the kitchen and his eyes fly open thinking Chris was coming to brag in his face. Instead, you walk in, legs still a little wobbly from before. You lock eyes with him and instantly know something is up as his hazel eyes are now a dark brown. He stares intently at you, gripping the kitchen counter in front of him.

“Is everything okay?” you ask quietly, almost afraid of his response. His gaze flickers down your body and back up to your eyes as he licks his lips. You swallow harshly. Jolly hasn’t looked at you like that in over a year. You knew exactly what that look meant, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty at how much it affected you.

He pushes off the counter and in two quick strides has you by the throat and is licking into your mouth. He snakes his other arm around your waist and pulls you into him. You considered protesting but knew it would be a waste of time. Aside from his bruising grip, Jolly was always your weakness. You’d spent a year pretending you didn’t still care about him while also pretending your boyfriend had a chance at satisfying you the way Jolly did. If it was Jolly who had just taken care of you on the couch, you wouldn’t be walking at all. Jolly’s hand releases your throat and slides up into your hair. He pulls away, both of you panting. He stares at you for a moment and says “Tell me you love him. Tell me you love him, and I’ll stop.”

You blink for a moment, confused. Why would he say that now? Was he suddenly feeling guilty like you had been? You startled slightly as you heard your boyfriend laugh loudly at the movie in the living room. He wasn’t bothered by your absence. You continue to stare into Jolly’s eyes, still blown wide with lust but there was something else to them. They were almost pleading. You knew you didn’t love Chris. How could you? He was a placeholder, and you knew it. You couldn’t resist the beautiful Swedish man who had his grip on you, physically and emotionally. You feel his grip loosen slightly and watch his gaze drop. You realize in the time you’ve been considering his statement it appeared to him as if you were afraid to respond, which gave him his answer.

Quickly you grab his face with both of your hands and pull him close to you. Your noses bump and your lips are so close that they would touch with the slightest movement forward. “I don’t.” You breathe, “I don’t love him.” Jolly scans your face for any hint of insincerity. Seeing none his grip on your waist tightens and he sighs. “I can’t stand watching him touch you any longer. I can’t stand that he thinks you belong to him.” You tilt your head to the side slightly, pushing the hair out of his beautiful face and smile. “Then why don’t you show me who I belong to?”

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0fth34byss · 2 months

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Oh, God

Jolly Karlsson x female reader

18+ MDNI

🔊 Sound on for the inspiration behind this

🔞⚠️: kidnapping kink (hinted at), daddy kink, dom!Jolly, spanking, unprotected PiV sex, hair pulling, biting, squirting, f and m orgasms

You were practically climbing the walls, waiting for Jolly to get home from the studio. It was a Saturday, so you couldn't even distract yourself with work as you grew impatient.

You loved that Jolly had such a strong work ethic, but at times like this, you wished he would forget all responsibilities and spend the day in bed with you.

You managed to busy yourself with running errands and doing chores to keep your mind off Jolly. All you could think about was how much you needed to feel him underneath you. You put your headphones in and your favourite playlist on while you meticulously folded laundry, making that your sole focus.

Suddenly you felt strong arms grab you from behind. You ripped out your headphones, screaming and trying to fight off the intruder as panic began to set in. Then you looked down to see Jolly’s familiar knuckle tattoos.

“I've read enough dark romance novels to know how to deal with a kidnapping situation,” you teased as you pushed your ass backwards into Jolly’s crotch, surprised to find his cock was already hard.

“How would your novels tell you to deal with this?” he whispered into your neck as he slipped a hand into your sweatpants, grazing his fingertips over the delicate lace of your underwear.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out your sweats, then led him to the couch in the living room as you taunted him, “Please. That was barely trigger-warning worthy!”

With that Jolly pushed you forward so you were bent over the arm of the grey fabric couch - ass up, face down. Your heart pounded in your ears with excitement as you realised what was coming. Your nipples perked up and you felt a wet patch forming in your underwear as you submit to him. Jolly stood right behind you then slipped your sweats and underwear down in one agonisingly slow movement, allowing his hands to linger on your exposed skin. He had you step out of them, tossing them to the side before returning to a standing position.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when you tease,” Jolly said through gritted teeth, “Or when you try to take control without permission.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you said, looking over your shoulder at him, attempting to look innocent.

His eyes were dark and smoldering, his jaw tense and his breathing heavy. This was exactly how you needed him to get what you’d been craving all day.

“Do you remember our safe words?” Jolly asked firmly.

“Yes, daddy.” you purred back at him.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

With that you felt the first sharp slap across your backside. You jolted forward from the force but the sting left behind on your soft skin felt so good. Jolly grabbed your hips and repositioned them to where he wanted them.

“Try to keep still, älskling,” he ordered as he spanked you again.

You did your best to not move, knowing if you did as Jolly asked you could use it as leverage later. Whenever Jolly spanked you, it was always five times - whether he was using it to punish you for being bratty or because you needed it - but tonight you knew you’d need more.

There was another hard slap. Then another. And another.

“Daddy! I need more. Please.” you begged him, desperate to feel the sting of his hand.

“Okay, but only two more.” Jolly sighed dramatically.

You clenched your thighs together as your wet pussy throbbed while he delivered the final two blows.

Jolly tenderly rubbed his hand over your ass cheeks to soothe your inflamed skin, before pulling you upright by the back of your tank top. He left a trail of wet kisses across your neck and shoulders while his hands ran aimlessly over your upper body, knowing you were longing to feel him in between your legs.

He nibbled on your earlobe until you started giggling, then softly asked, “What do you need?”

“I-I've been thinking about riding you all day.”

Jolly didn't say anything. You watched as he took off his shirt and pants then sat down on the couch, stroking his cock. You licked your lips as you admired the man in front of you.

As you came to straddle him, he turned his attention to your clit, rubbing you in slow steady circles. You gasped and moaned as you were finally getting what you needed. You reached down and ran the pad of your thumb over his tip, collecting his precum before bringing it to your lips and licking it off your thumb. You reached for him again, only this time it was for guidance and you lowered yourself on to him. The way Jolly stretched you was divine. He filled you so well, satisfying every craving you'd had for his cock that day.

“Oh, God. Baby, you're so wet for me.” Jolly groaned, throwing his head back as he ran his hands up your thighs, his fingertips digging in enough to leave red track lines on your skin.

“Daddy.” You whimpered as you began to bounce on his cock.

You rested your head on Jolly's shoulder as he brought his hips up to meet you, slamming his cock deeply into you. You had to hold on to his upper arms for stability as you picked up your pace. His inches moving in and out of you and his girth massaging your inner walls had a tight knot growing in your stomach.

“It's okay, älskling. You can cum. I want you to cum for me.” Jolly grunted sensing you were getting close as your legs began shaking against him.

He moved one hand to your hip and held on with a vice-like grip, while his other hand moved up your back to the back of your head. He tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your head back sharply, exposing your neck to him. He brought his lips to the flesh and after a few soft kisses, he bit down hard causing you to yelp and dig your nails into his skin. You were so close to cumming you felt like you had fire in your veins.

With a trail of bites and kisses, Jolly’s mouth made its way to your chest. In turn he took each nipple into his mouth, sucking them with purpose and running his tongue over. He repeated this again and again until you couldn't take it anymore and you came undone all over his lap.

“So messy tonight. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Squirting all over daddy and our nice couch like that,” he antagonised you.

You opted to ignore him, focusing your efforts on making him cum as you continued to fuck him.

“Oh, God!” he breathed. “I'm going to fill your cunt any second now.”

Jolly thrust his hips up once again as he buried his face in your chest and you felt him coating your insides with ropes of warm cum.

You started to move from his lap but he pulled you back down, holding you close to him.

“Jolly! We need to get cleaned up.”

“Hmmm… but I missed you today, baby.”

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