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thank you so much!𫶠im glad youâve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)
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simon didnât turn to watch you leave the gym.
he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.
he didnât blame you for your angerâ he couldnât. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.
but he couldnât take everything lying down.
did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yesâ and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldnât you understand?
heâd never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.
he had been burned and broken too many times. heâd seen the people he loved murdered because of him.
he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.
but there were some youâd never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadnât. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldnât give freely. he told himself it was because he couldnât stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.
but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happenedâ and thatâs what got him here.
simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.
and when someone you trust so deeply, someone youâve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?
you canât help but believe them. and thatâs what simon did.
the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.
and all the signs pointed to you.
and although he didnât want to, simon couldnât help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.
price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.
johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if youâd leaked information.
then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldnât be so bad.
simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what youâd said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.
maybe it was pride. simon wasnât trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadnât seen it sooner; angry heâd let you in at all.
but maybe it was hurt. hurt that youâd done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything theyâd been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simonâs bed and whispering you loved him.
all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.
and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasnât proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldnât see his side of thingsâ not like he could see yours.
so, he was an ass. he didnât apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.
and he told you that heâd spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadnât done worse.
even if heâd smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and thatâs why some part of him held back.
he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.
but he couldnât stand the fact that you couldnât understand why heâd done what he did.
the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.
it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.
the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.
âthis is a bloody mess,â the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.
âdoc came and saw me earlier, âfore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.â
simon didnât speak. priceâs eyes met his, and he sighed again.
âfuckinâ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.â
âdoesnât matter what I say,â simon spoke, eyes still on the captain âthey wonât fuckinâ listen.â
price shook his head. âthatâs not true, ând we both know it,â he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.
âspoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said sheâll try to speed up the transfer process. tryinâ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightinâ it any longer.â
âtheyâre part of our team,â simon spoke, tone rough.
price shook his head. âthey are, but I canât keep doinâ this. canât keep pushinâ off transferinâ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.â
the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.
he didnât have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.
âlaswell say anythinâ else about thaâ transfer?â simon asked.
price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. ânot much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt sheâd tell us. for their sake.â
simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.
âshe did say she didnât know if it would go through. theyâd have to pass another eval.â
they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didnât believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldnât outwardly say it, but price had known what sheâd meant.
pushing the transfer through wouldnât matter if you couldnât pass a physical and psychological evaluationâ and laswell didnât think you could.
although he wouldnât admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.
but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.
an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.
you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.
damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything youâd done for both of them during your service.
you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldnât make that any clearer.
he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before youâd left.
âyou should have killed me.â
maybe he should have.
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summary: valentine's day special! joel has historically made sure that valentine's day is special for his pretty little wife, but this year he's gone above and beyond.
warnings: 18+ MDNI! no apocalypse au, pre-established relationship/dynamic, sub/dom relationship, soft dom! joel, free use kink, orgasm denial if you squint hard, unprotected piv, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, choking/breath play, pet names for reader, praise kink, romantic as fuck husband joel this chapter, some domestic fluff, alcohol consumption, maybe maybe maybe there is a breeding kink moment, reader has hair that can be pulled
a/n: they're so in love it makes me SICK!!! thank you so much for reading and loving this couple along with me, and happy galentine's and valentine's day my loves! đđđ
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You quietly squeal to yourself as you start to tear open the newly delivered package on your way back inside from the mailbox. You look down at the assortment of pale pastel candies, all strung up on thin strands, waiting to be devoured. Your own curiosity and lack of self control nearly has you reaching in the box to break one off for yourself, but you hold back, reminding yourself just who you bought this for and why.Â
Valentineâs Day is in two days, but youâd wanted to get a jump, giving Joel a more playful vibe today considering you know heâll have gotten you something sexy and downright depraved to wear on the actual holiday. Your skin tingles at the thought, recalling all of the things heâd had you wear in the past. Your most memorable being crotchless panties under a skin tight dress at dinner one Valentineâs Day, so he could finger fuck you under the table at one of Austinâs finest restaurants. Keeping your face straight during that had been painstaking, but youâd loved every minute of the debauched public display. When youâd asked Joel why he hadnât just had you go sans underwear that night, heâd smiled devilishly. âAdds to the forbidden factor, donât yâthink?,â Joel had replied, âSo premeditated I had to get my baby somethinâ to weep onto while I knew Iâd be shoving my fingers so deep in her pretty pussy.â Those naughty words from Joel still send a shudder up your spine to this day as they ring in your mind. He hadnât even waited until you two were home that evening to use that same hole in the panties to fuck you dizzy, until youâd screamed in the back seat of his car for him. Even then, he hadnât relented until you came too many times to even remember the count now, leaving his seats a soaking mess.
You sigh, bringing yourself back to the present, brushing the memories away for now to get yourself ready to make some new ones with your husband. Once youâve changed, you take a quick moment to admire the scant pieces of lingerie, almost laughing at the absurdity, but wondering how in all these years youâd never thought to buy candy underwear for Joel to devour off of you. You preen yourself for a few more quick moments before heading downstairs, wanting to set yourself up to act casual for Joel when he arrives home. Sometimes you do this on purpose, knowing he gets off on interrupting what youâre doing just so he can take you, fuck you however he pleases. And even when you really are in the middle of something, you get off on it too - being of service to your husband, helping him feel good while knowing youâll be well taken care of, too.
On the dot at 5:00, you hear Joelâs car pulling up and smile smugly to yourself, continuing to wipe the counters down. A prompt pop of your hips to push your ass out follows when you hear the front door open and close.
âDoll? Where are ya?â Joel calls out, voice slightly muffled as he bends down to put his shoes away.
âIn here!â you call out, voice high and sugary sweet, imitating the lingerie plastered to your body right now.
âHowâs my pr-â Joel starts, freezing the moment he enters the kitchen. He takes in the sight - you slightly bent over, only a tiny string between your bare ass cheeks, pink high heels, and straps of candy running over your shoulders and across your back. You whip your head over your shoulder, rotating your body just enough to give Joel a peek at the lines of candy also covering your tits. He laughs, head thrown back in playful amusement before stepping towards you, predatory and slow, his laugh fading into a contemplative smirk.
âWhat do we got here?â Joel says quietly, hands immediately pressed tightly to your hips, his body pushing you forward into the counter. You whimper when the edge of the counter starts to dig into your stomach, Joelâs massive form locking you into your spot. âA little snack fâme to enjoy after workinâ so hard all day?â Joel can barely contain himself, blood running hot as he contemplates how grateful he feels right now.Â
âMmhmmâŠâ you whine out, already feeling any semblance of tension leaving your body at Joelâs gentle but calloused touch, this feeling of home. You giggle when Joel leans down to where the straps come around over your shoulders and takes a bite out of the candies, a little groan leaving him as his lips also catch on your skin, mixing the taste of you with the sweetness of the candy.
âDelicious, baby,â he hums in your ear, then goes on to kiss your earlobe. You melt, head falling back slightly with a docile smile plastered on your lips. âHowâd a man get so lucky?â He takes another bite, kissing along your shoulder as he does so.
âThought weâd get a jump on Valentineâs Day, darling,â you coo back, turning your head to kiss his cheek.
Joel freezes, his eyes going wide and body rigid. âFu-â he murmurs to himself, lips still practically attached to your shoulder.Â
âWhat?â
He tears himself off of you with the most disgruntled groan you may have heard from him yet. âBaby, we gotta get movinâ. You⊠fuckinâ little candy underwear, god damn itâŠâ he starts muttering, grabbing you tightly and spinning you around. He grasps your hand in his and starts leading you upstairs. âYou gotta change, honey, weâreâŠâ he trails off, looking guilty and a bit flustered.
âJoel, what the hell is going on?â you ask, stopping and pulling back on his hand.
Joel sighs, calming himself for a moment before finally meeting your eyeline again. His gaze softens and he smiles. âHad a whole thing planned, darlinâ. A surprise. Câmon and see for yourself.â
You trail after him, suddenly feeling ridiculous in your candy underwear given the change in mood. He takes you into the bedroom, opening his closet and yanking out your suitcase. Your brows furrow as you watch him pull it to the center of the bedroom, then going back for another suitcase of his own. Your mouth drops open slightly before curling into a smile, realizing that Joel had planned a trip for the two of you. Heâd mentioned to keep your schedule free around Valentineâs Day, but youâd figured it was just typical plans - dinner, a picnic, or a fancy hotel room, nothing this big.
âJoel⊠babyâŠâ you breathe out, clutching a hand to your chest. You feel suddenly filled with warmth, like sunshine has started filling you from the belly outwards, making your entire being feel light and tingly. Effervescence. Thatâs what being with Joel is like.
He gives you a lopsided smile. âWeâre leavinâ tonight. Planned it all, flight is at eight so we can wake up there ân get a jump on everythinâ. Anâ then you had to wear that,â he huffs, gesturing to your entire body with a wild movement of his hand. âAnâ scramble my brain right up.â His eyes linger along your entire midsection, sincerely considering throwing these plans away just to sate his hard cock, but he shakes his head and looks you in the eyes again.
âA jump onâŠ. whatâs everything?â you ask, placing an impatient hand on your hip.
Joel reaches into the built-in shelves in his closet, pulling out a soft, cashmere lounge set and walking it over to you. âJusâ get dressed anâ Iâll explain as we go. God damn it, this was sâposed to be so much more romantic.â He sighs, a hand repeatedly running through his hair during your entire conversation, looking flustered.
âAw, honey, it is, promise,â you assure him with a kind laugh, starting to peel off the candy underwear, bringing it over to your dresser to deposit it for another time.Â
âMm-mm,â Joel chants with a smirk, squatting down to unzip your suitcase and holding out his palm to you. âThose are cominâ with us.â
Youâre over 31,000 feet in the air now, the sky dark outside the plane windows as you peer out. Joel had planned an entire long weekend to head to Aspen, where heâd booked you both skiing lessons and a cozy, romantic room at a lodge there. Your heart swelled as he explained it all on the ride to the airport, remembering how it was on your bucket list to learn to ski, but being from Texas there hadnât been too many chances to learn locally.
You stretch your legs out, admiring the leg room in the first class tickets Joel had gotten you two, bringing the complimentary glass of champagne to your lips.
âBaby, this is too much,â you say with a slight frown, despite feeling overjoyed at everything about your current situation.
âNever. Iâve been planninâ and savinâ for this for a while. Wanted to surprise you big time,â Joel says with a toothy, proud grin.
âWell, you did. Makes my candy underwear feel kind of⊠well, wimpy in comparison.â
Joelâs pointer finger flies to your lips, pressing down before your glass can reach your mouth again. âNot a chance, little doll. Thatâs all I need from you - skimpy little outfit to keep your husband happy.â
Your lips curl into a sly smirk and you part your lips, nipping the end of Joelâs fingers. He shoots a brow up, challenging you, but you back down. You and Joel donât always have the most public decency, but you decide itâs not worth getting kicked off the plane just for an orgasm you could wait a few more hours for. You nearly roll your eyes at the thought though, your cunt aching from the unresolved moment you two had shared in the kitchen earlier. You can tell by his wide pupils and rosy cheeks that Joel must be feeling a lot of the same way and having the same conflictions.
âIf we wait a few hours⊠itâll be even betterâŠâ you lean over and whisper to him, voice betraying you as it escapes in a breathy, sultry tone.
âPlane never stopped us beforeâŠâ Joel says, brows raised again.Â
You tut, but then smile at the memory of your one sexual adventure on a plane with Joel, when you two were on your way to your honeymoon. A discreet handjob and fingering in first class under blankets hadnât been the most romantic start to your married life together, but it suited the both of you. âAaandâŠâ you trail off, placing your palm on his chest. âWe almost got caught like five times, big guy. Promised ourselves we wouldnât do that again.âÂ
Joel grumbles quickly, and you know he understands, but you feel an anxious twinge in your stomach, like youâre breaking the rules. Your face falls a little and you turn towards him, more serious this time. âI know we have⊠an arrangement, and you know I love our arrangement.â Joel gets what he wants, whenever he wants - the words agreed upon by the both of you within your marriage, and you were all for it. âBut just this time I think we shouldnât break the law for it.â You raise your brows, stomach turning again as you wait for his reaction - Joel is always understanding and patient with you but as usual, you find yourself desperate to please him.
Joel bites the inside of his cheek, then he leans over to plant a peck on your cheek while he reaches down to squeeze your hand in reassurance. âNo, baby, youâre right. Probably should be an exception âbout planes in there, huh?â He tilts his head playfully and you feel your tension dissipate immediately. âAlways the rational one, ainât you, honey.â
âBarely,â you tease, chuckling in relief. âI just donât want to ruin the trip before itâs even started. Letâs just watch a movie or something?â
Several hours of keeping yourselves occupied and dozing off had you finally arriving in Aspen, where Joel gently nudged you awake as the plane landed. You rubbed your bleary eyes and made your way through the plane and airport half-awake, just letting Joel guide you with one of your hands gently grasping at his sleeve the entire time. You two get outside the airport with your suitcases, now bundled up in an adorable puffer jacket Joel had packed for you, along with a new pair of fuzzy earmuffs. You were starting to have a sneaking suspicion that there was a lot of new clothing in your suitcase.
Standing next to an impeccably shiny black car is a well dressed driver holding a tiny sign that makes you do a double take.Â
Mr. & Mrs. Joel Miller.
You tug on Joelâs sleeve with eager excitement as he starts towards the man and your mouth hangs open.Â
âJoel, you did not hire a fancy driver,â you scoff quietly in disbelief. Joel stops in his tracks, screeching the two of you to a halt before turning to face you.Â
âIf youâre already questioning me at the airplane seats ân the driver, itâs gonna be a long few days, honey,â he says sweetly, his voice crackling and gruff with tiredness from the long day. Your open mouth turns to a smile while you tut and shake your head.Â
âYouâre too much, Joel MillerâŠâ you muse, following him to the car. The driver, Randy, takes your bags and stuffs them in the car, offering you an open car door to climb inside. Your stomach flips with butterflies, not having realized just how romantic of a weekend Joel had planned for you. You fight off a quick mist of tears as it pops up, trying not to get emotional at just how overwhelmingly thoughtful your husband could be sometimes.Â
When Joel sits next to you, you clasp onto his hand tightly, giving him a watery smile that he returns with a sympathetic one of his own, reading that youâre feeling overwhelmed. Sure, since Joel had become more and more successful in his business youâd been treated beyond your wildest dreams, but sometimes it all hit you hard in one big moment like right now, filling you with gut clenching gratitude for your life. Life with Joel oftentimes feels like a dream, something youâve stumbled into somehow that you arenât sure you deserve. Joel would never let those thoughts slide, always reminding you how lucky he feels to have met you in that bar, that fate intervened so spectacularly in his life.
You lean your head on his shoulder for the duration of the ride to your accommodation, feeling sick with nostalgia and gratitude as you get lost in your thoughts. When the lodge comes into view, you pick your head up, mind suddenly empty as your jaw drops while you take it in.
Itâs dark out, the sky black against the warm, glowing lights peeking through window panes throughout the lodge. A mountainous backdrop is still visible despite the dark night, and you canât help but ogle at everything, imagining how stunning it will look in the daylight. The lodge is huge, ornate despite the fact that itâs meant to look simplistic and cozy with its wood siding. Joel marvels quickly at the construction out of habit, being in the business heâs in gives him a certain preclusion to commenting his two cents on every place you stay. Youâre stunned silent as the back door is opened by Randy and you step out underneath a large overhang, greeted by yet another person who offers to take your bags. Itâs all fuzzy, your brain tired and overwhelmed by what youâre taking in right now, the fact that just hours ago youâd been at home, content to just stay in with your husband tonight. You blink back to reality, about to speak when Joel gets to it first.Â
âPlease. Thank you kindly,â Joel drawls, quickly slipping them a bill from his wallet and then turning back to you, offering you his arm. You take it, practically ready to squeal loudly with excitement as you two enter the building. You admire the expansive lobby while Joel steps away to check in - high ceilings and wood beams, roaring fireplaces surrounded by cozy seating and tall, full but neatly arranged bookshelves. A winter dream if there ever was one.Â
Youâre gazing around, tired, slow blinking eyes, too lost in it all to notice Joel come up next to you, his hand finding the small of your back. He leans close, lips and rough beard brushing your ear with a soft kiss.
âRoomâs ready,â he practically growls, and your gut clenches at his tone, your thighs pressing together. Suddenly, your body feels alight, nerves buzzing and goosebumps peppering your flesh. Sleep is a far away notion now, recalling the way youâd begun this evening, only to have it go unfinished for the both of you. You smile, soft and docile like your husband likes, your voice a dulcet song so close to his ears.
âLead the way.â
Your ass stings red hot from another harsh slap laid against it. Joelâs hungry mouth devouring you, your hat and coat discarded on the floor right next to the door to your room. Hair tangled from the way Joel is hanging on to it for dear life as he pounds into you. Your only view is the cream colored walls, your face pressed up against the cool, smooth surface as Joelâs body pins you there. The door had no sooner shut than Joel had thrown you here, as much clothing ripped off as he could stand before his cock was inside of you. Youâd cried out, whimpered at the sudden heavenly intrusion despite your pussy needing a moment to adjust. Joel had pushed through it, anyways, delivering the first spank of the night on your ass, pants and underwear hastily pulled down, halfway down your legs - enough room for Joel to slip his cock in was good enough for now, heâd thought hastily. The pain had melded into pleasure, your cunt squeezing his cock and starting to weep, easing Joelâs firm thrusts into you.
âF-fuckâŠâ you whine against the wall, lips hanging open as his cock hits deep, your g-spot crying out already from all the stimulation heâs giving it. Heâs not going easy on you, and youâd already known he wouldnât the second he got you alone. All those hours, the silent teasing going on in both of your heads as youâd waited for this moment.
âTakinâ my cock like such a good girl⊠my obedient little wife,â Joel grunts out next to your ear, his teeth scraping your earlobes, sliding to your pulse point. You shudder, your hips spasming down onto him as pleasure starts to rock your body. Youâre close⊠so fucking close to that perfect paradise only Joel knows how to get you to. âIâdâve fucked you right in that lobby, right in that car or that god damned plane. Want everyone to see what I do to my pretty wife, what Iâve got right here⊠fuckinâ mess only for me,â Joel murmurs, rambling on as he grunts over and over, giving you everything heâs got. His hands tilt your hips, holding tightly while he anchors you there. And heâs right, you are a mess. Dripping slick, coating your thighs, disheveled hair and makeup now from the pleasured tears rolling down your cheeks, wet, squelching sounds filling the hotel room that you havenât even had a chance to see yet as your face is turned towards the corner near the doorway. It must be a sight, indeed.
âY-yeah? Wanna s-show me offâŠ?â you breathe out, voice trembling as much as your body is starting to. Your knees are jelly, shaking and barely able to hold you up when Joel delves deep, hitting that spongy part inside of you again, making your eyes roll back. Of course he does, you know he does - nothing brings Joel more joy than letting the world know exactly what he has.
âFuckinâ know I do⊠all lookinâ at this tight little cunt takinâ my fat cock, my pretty pussy, all mine.â Joelâs body presses closer, and youâre trapped even more, the both of you damp with sweat and almost incoherent as you near your highs.
âB-baby⊠Iâm -â you whine out, âPleaseâŠâ
Joel has waited as long as he could, knowing what you need. Heâd wanted you desperate for it, so close, your climax just within reach, before he took you over the edge. His hand on your hip curves forward, finding your clit, and you moan loudly at the contact on the sensitive nerves. Your body moves of its own accord, bouncing back into his thrusts wildly, barely noticing that Joelâs other hand has left your hip until it connects with your neck, hand wrapping around your throat. You gasp, the noise cut off into a small choke while Joelâs hand tightens and you croak out a moan.
âOh my g-god⊠pleaseâŠâ you whimper again in a strained voice, hoping, no, begging for permission from him. He plays with you a little longer, feeling his cock harden beyond what heâd think possible, aching even inside of you for more, as he toys with you, making you wait. His hand squeezes your neck once more, a little harder, keeping the pressure on. Youâre feral, your body screaming at you but you concentrate, holding back, your mind doing gymnastics to try to deny what your body wants so badly.
âCome.â Joel speaks the one word with finality, and you let go, your body shaking violently. His hand releases and you breathe in a full, round breath as you come, your pussy creaming so hard on his cock that you start to feel dizzy from it all.Â
âGod damn, good girl⊠cominâ so pretty right now,â he whispers to your ear, the noise tickling your mind in the best way. Joel holds you up as you moan and whimper, his name falling off your lips in the way it always does in moments like these - worshiping him. You flutter and squeeze his cock like heaven incarnate, and Joel finds he canât hold himself back any longer, spilling into you on the tail end of your own climax with a loud grunt, pretty praises for you off his lips.
You both collapse against the wall, Joel leaning against you, and you both catch your breath, the need gone for the moment after hours of waiting. You sigh, smiling in satisfaction when Joel pulls off of you, gathering you quickly into his arms, kissing you all over your head.Â
âThatâs better, ainât it?â he says teasingly, and you chuckle, nodding in his grasp. You both readjust yourselves, Joel helping you situate the clothing heâd haphazardly pulled aside in his frenzy earlier.
âMuch,â you say with another sigh, leaning into him. âWhat time is our lesson tomorrow?â
âNot âtill noon. Had a feeling weâd be⊠up late,â Joel replies wryly, and you laugh again.
âSuch a planner,â you poke at him, raising your brows before tilting your head to kiss his cheek. You slip out of his hold and start to meander further into the room, jaw dropping for what feels like the hundredth time tonight while you take in the vaulted ceilings with those same warm wooden beams and white painted walls, a stone fireplace roaring in the center of the room across from the massive bed, adorned with rose petals. More roses sit atop the small breakfast table in a vase near the windows, and when you venture over there, the view youâre taking in is beyond stunning - the mountains in full view, moonlight shining over the entirety of the landscape and your eyes start to tear up. Champagne in an ice bucket, boxes of chocolate, fresh fruit, the entire works are all laid out - such a lavish, gorgeous display for the traditional romantic in you. You turn around finally, meeting Joelâs gaze, where he stands, a smitten look on his face as he watches you take it all in.
âJoel⊠What can I even say?â you gasp out, throwing your hands up before letting them hang back at your sides, defeated in the best way. âThank youâŠâ you say meekly, turning to peer out the window once more before walking towards him, throwing your arms around his neck.
âThanked me plenty back there. Anâ every day when you just be my good little wife, thatâs thanks enough, doll,â Joel replies soothingly, stroking the back of your head. You lean your head against his chest, content to just listen to his heart beat for a few seconds, take in the memories of this moment. You lean back, tilting your head to give him a warm, grateful smile.
âTake me to bed?â
The next morning is far from the slow, romantic morning Joel had desired for you, realizing the both of you had forgotten to set any alarms and slept in well past 10:00 after your late night. It was barely giving the two of you time to get ready - a rushed shower and breakfast before hurrying to your skiing lesson. Heâd dreamed about this hotel that heâd booked for months, the thought of waking you up with his mouth pressed deep into your cunt on that California King as heâd planned would have to be a distant fantasy as you two got on with your day.Â
Joel couldnât help but stare at you the entire lesson, the way your face is lit up with pure joy in your ski gear as you fumbled to get the hang of things along with him. Heâd gotten you ski pants, a jacket, gloves, and goggles - all the works that he knew was ridiculous for your first time on the mountain for that price tag. But he also knew youâd look just like this - adorable in your matching winter set, colorful goggles perched on top of your beanie and perfect lips curled into a never ending grin - and it made it all worth it.Â
Joel finds his own smile recounting the day as he keeps a steady hand on your back, the open back, low cut slinky dress heâd packed for you to wear to dinner tonight leaving plenty of skin for his hands to roam over as you two walk back to your room, full and contented. A candlelit dinner in the lodgeâs shockingly expensive restaurant and a few drinks had you both feeling good as new again after your long day of skiing and mostly falling.Â
You two had laughed for hours as youâd fallen on your asses more times than anyone could count. Once you got the hang of it enough to get on the smaller slopes, youâd been unable to stop giggling the entire time, you and Joel catching up at the bottom just to ride the lift up again and again. You two flirted shamelessly the entire day like two teenagers, your heart swelling with so much love for your husband like it was your first date all over again. It was nice to have this uninterrupted time to just talk, get each other caught up on the otherâs recent thoughts, feelings, and days that got lost amid the hustle of daily life.Â
Joelâs lips connect with the back of your neck as soon as the door to your room at the lodge is shut. âLike tâsee those candy underwear again,â he mumbles to your skin, and you giggle a little too loudly, stumbling forward a bit.
Your brows wiggle as you try to crane your neck to look back at him. âThat so, Mr. Miller?â
âChrist, yâonly call me that when youâve been drinkinâ,â Joel teases, snaking his arms around to your front, holding you against him, the bulge in his dress pants becoming more obvious by the second as it hardens, pressing into you. âCanât decide if itâs cute or jusâ makes me feel old.â
âNo I donât, Mr. Miller. And it is cute,â you demand, trying to hide the tiniest bit of a slur in your voice. Joel wasnât wrong, you had been known to use that particular nickname for him after a few drinks, but you tended to be a bit of a bratty, indignant drunk.Â
âThas right, âcause everythinâ you do is cute, mâlittle wife.â Joel says with a smile in his voice. His lips connect with your neck once again, trailing a few kisses down your spine. âAnâ sexyâŠâ he adds in a lower tone, one hand sliding to your hip, then your ass, squeezing hard before giving it a playful smack.
âKeep talkinâ if you want those candy panties to see the light of day again,â you reply, leaning back into him, your weight immediately welcomed by his warm, solid body.Â
âOh, sweet girl, always gettinâ so bold with that wine, arenât ya?â Joelâs hold tightens, one hand splayed across your torso and the other gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. âYou forgotten whoâs in charge here? Hm, baby?â
âA-actually, it was champagneâŠâ you strain out, starting to pant as Joelâs hold goes even tighter, his domination quickly getting your thighs sticky, and you lament the fact you donât have any underwear on right now. All at Joelâs request, of course, that you forgo any underwear at dinner tonight. You just whimper out a quiet moan, knowing youâve gotten Joel riled up enough to keep going on his own volition.
âThink I donât call the shots suddenly, huh? My sweet, sweet wife, we both know,â he pauses, mouth moving right next to your ear. A small nibble, his breath warm and tickling you in the best way right on sensitive skin sends a shudder through you. âThat if I say put those fuckinâ candy panties on right this god damn minute, youâre gonna do it, yeah?â
Joelâs teeth suddenly sink into your neck a little, a tiny bite followed by a suck, and you nod desperately, silently cursing yourself for giving in so quickly, not giving yourself a little more time to play with him, let that tiny bratty part of you out of her cage for one of her rare appearances.
âAinât that right?â Joel repeats, giving your hair a little tug.
âY-yes, Joel, yes babyâŠâ you breathe out, and he releases your hair, his hold loosening on your body before he gives a loving pat to your ass.Â
âGood girl,â he coos, satisfied, sending another wave of heat to the apex of your thighs to hear his praise. A tiny moan slips out at the two words, still so effective after all these years. Joel chuckles, a tiny little huff off his lips as he spins you to face him. His hand cups your pussy through your dress, pushing the silky material between your legs before he tuts.
âSoakinâ yourself jusâ from gettinâ called a good girlâŠâ he murmurs, lips getting dangerously close to yours. âGood. Girl.â he says with a smirk against your lips before kissing you. Itâs long and deep, reminding you that behind the play and facade is an infinite amount of care for you - his wife, his forever.
He tears himself away, leaning his forehead against yours. âNow, go on and change fâme.âÂ
You nod against him, then step back when he releases you from his hold. Breathless, on shaky legs, you rummage through your suitcase to pull out the candy set, smiling when you hold up the pastel treats, strung up on what might be the worldâs flimsiest string. One minute in Joelâs rough, domineering hands and these would be toast, you think, almost laughing to yourself.Â
You see Joel go towards the fireplace, sinking himself down in one of the plush chairs there and crossing his ankle over his knee, settling back as he unbuttons the top few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, watching you expectantly. You scurry off under his hot gaze, using the bathroom to change out of his eyesight before reemerging in his requested lingerie. You fight a giggle, wine still coursing through you while being reminded of the pure ridiculousness of this little stunt of yours.Â
Joel eats with his eyes first and foremost, sweeping them up your body as he finishes getting comfortable, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. You stand in front of him, thankful for the warmth of the fireplace right next to the two of you in your skimpy ensemble, and take him in right back. Broad, muscled, just starting to show his age with more grays every time you blink, and you love it. Love every inch of Joel.Â
âOn the ground,â Joel says coolly, and you smirk, trying to hide it into a submissive, coy smile. Your knees go first, the plush rug under them a welcome relief, pure fluffy luxury in a weekend full of it. You start to lay prone, chest heaving with anticipation, mind spinning and reeling, wondering what torturous loving Joel has in store, how much heâll milk it all out just for your tiny bit of bratiness earlier.
âJusâ like that, thasâ right.â He leans forward and smiles, a little devilish and boyish in one, and you think you fall in love again as you watch him moving, looming over you now. He quickly palms the outside of his slacks, just the quickest relief before sliding his hand away, starting to circle you.Â
âWhere to startâŠâ Joel trills, and your body heats up even more while his eyes dig into you. When heâs standing at your feet, he starts to come down, leaning his entire body over you. âCan you be a good little doll and lay still while I have my treat?â
Breathless, you nod. Your eyes roll back a little when you blink hard, trying to catch your breath. Joelâs lifted brow and stare prompt you without him even having to say it - use your words, darlinâ.
âYes,â you say more confidently, and Joel smiles sweetly down at you.Â
âGood.â
He starts slow, lips moving languidly across your belly, up to where the candy rests on your tits, lapping at the sweetness there for a few licks.Â
âMmmâŠâ Joel mumbles. Heâs back on you the next second, sucking the candies right on top of your nipples. The friction of the hard candies combined with the tiny licks of his tongue coming through to the hardened buds has your back arching, hips searching for him. You squirm, panting now when he bites through the candy, grazing your nipple with his teeth. Joelâs hands come down, ever so gently guiding your hips back down to the plush rug underneath you.Â
âWhatâd I say about beinâ still?â Joel teases, holding you there now before going back to bite again, crunching the candies before using his sugary tongue to tease your nipple with a few flicks as it pokes through the hole heâs just made. You start to moan, already a lost cause for your husband, the thought of trying to keep your body still already torturous.Â
âI c-canât help it⊠Iâm sorry, sir,â you pant out when your hips lift again, his mouth working harder and harder on your nipples. He grunts disapprovingly and continues on until both of your nipples are free, surrounded by the rest of the candy bra. Joel seems like a man possessed, lost in it all while he devours the candies, sucking and licking each new patch of skin, a sticky, sweet mess all over your skin.Â
Youâre aching, body tense and in hot, hot need of him now as he teases you over and over. Your thighs clamp tight, trying to avoid bucking them up into where his hard, clothed cock hovers teasingly right above you. His hand grips tightly to your hip, the string of candy taut between his fingers. Heâs eaten enough of the bra that itâs starting to droop, fall off of you completely, and Joel tears it aside, scattering the rest of the candies along the floor with a tinkling sound that pulls you out of the moment for a beat as you turn your head to watch the treats roll away.
âGood girl, beinâ so good fâme⊠such a sweet little thingâŠâ Joel says, lifting his head off of your chest, giving you ferocious, unhinged eyes and candy tinted lips, puffy and overused.
âJ-joel⊠pleaseâŠâ you whine out, the way heâs looking at you pulsing right to your already soaking cunt. His hand slips underneath the panties while he keeps his eyes on yours, watching them roll back completely as he fingers your clit. Your hips buck, finally, unable to stop it and you feel your lip quiver as a shaky moan releases from them. Joel leans forward, his lips finding yours and kissing you zealously, a glace mix of him and the sweets has your head spinning as you lap the taste off of his lips and tongue eagerly.
âSo sweetâŠâ you mumble into his mouth, going back for more and more, until youâre feeling just as sticky and sweaty as he is, the slow burn starting to gnaw at you, your core dripping while Joel rubs the softest circles over your bundle of nerves.
âYouâre perfect, yâknow,â Joel breathes out, lifting his lips off of yours just the tiniest bit. âMy perfect girlâŠâ You moan when his finger suddenly sinks inside of you, too caught up in the moment to even notice when heâd delicately slipped it from your clit to your clenching hole. You suck him in greedily, desperate for anything heâll give you and whimper.
Joel contorts himself, sliding down your body, keeping his finger moving at a languid, steady pace as his mouth now meets the candy panties, nibbling along the top of it. Youâre losing control, unable to take the teasing anymore, the slowness of everything, your rough and ready husband nowhere to be found right now.Â
Your moans become breathier, urgent and panting out of you more quickly than you can handle, your mind going a little fuzzy and light as the feeling of Joel completely takes over you.
âThere we go⊠jusâ float on away baby, let me take you thereâŠâ Joel coos from your hip where his lips graze against your skin as another few pieces of candy come off. You give him an affirmative noise, barely registered even by your own mind as your eyes slip closed, your body warm and tingling, so desperately close to the edge. Joelâs finger hooks upwards inside of you and you gasp loudly, your body wracked with spasms as you start to come onto his thick finger. Joel lets you freely writhe and shake now, not bothering to have you lay still while he fucks his finger against your g-spot relentlessly while you ride out the waves of pleasure. Youâre whimpering, a complete mess, chest, face, cunt, all feeling sticky and completely used by the man you love.
Your head lolls along the rug a bit before you blindly reach your hand for Joel, grasping his shoulder with your eyes still lazing shut. âF-fuck me, please⊠please,â you whimper, lightly clawing at his dress shirt.
You hear one more crunch of the candies before Joelâs fingers hook on the sides of the delicate string and pull your panties off. You can feel him, his presence hovering above you as he sits back on his knees and you hear him unbuckling his belt, imagining in your mind the sight of his hard cock coming free, readying itself at your entrance. You can barely think about opening your leaden eyes right now, still on the heels of your climax as your chest heaves up and down. You can feel the warmth radiating off of Joel as he climbs on top of you, hands gripping your calves to lift your legs up enough for him to fit snugly between them.
You grit your teeth a little, grunting out a gratified moan when you feel Joel start to push himself in, your cunt fluttering as it accepts as much of him as heâll give. Youâre greedy tonight, you can feel it, just needing everything Joel can give you, how far away from reality he could take you tonight.
He pumps in and out, almost uncharacteristic in his tentativeness, more of his thick length going in each time, and you finally peek your eyes open slowly, hands reaching to his shoulders and pushing underneath the collar of his dress shirt, finding his warm skin. Heâs moving slower than he normally would, and you find his face looking down at you with adoration, just content to watch your face twitch and contort with each unhurried drag of his cock along your silky walls.
âLookinâ like an angel,â Joel comments, seeing your face sheening and glowing from your climax, hair splayed around your head like a halo - pure angelic beauty, a work of art that Joel could never tire of gazing upon. You smile softly, one of your hands stroking his cheek lovingly, soft moans streaming out of you while he keeps up the same pace.
âBabyâŠâ you moan, âI s-said to fuck me, pleaseâŠâ
âI am, little dollâŠâ Joel teases back with a slow push of his dick into you, and you shake your head.
âYou know what I meeeeaan,â you whine desperately, fingers itching to reach down and grasp his hips, pull him into you harder. Joelâs hips twitch a little faster, starting to roll into you with more force and you sigh, head thrown back a bit more.
âWhat, like this?â
Uh-huh. You start to go a little breathless, legs wrapping around Joelâs waist, securing your calves tightly against him.
âYou want me to use you up again, hm? That it? My poor baby, she jusâ wants this tight little hole to be so fucked out she canât walk, doesnât she?â Joel says, patronizingly sweet with the drawl of each word.
You nod desperately. âPlease, sir, t-thatâsâŠâ you stop to moan loudly when he bucks into you harder and harder. âThatâs all I wantâŠâ you finally choke out, Joelâs cock hitting you so deep you nearly feel your breath stolen right from your lungs.
âWhat my pretty wife wants, she gets,â Joel practically sings to you, bringing his lips down to yours for a kiss, letting his mouth sloppily work its way to your neck, starting to bite and suck while he crashes into you harder with each thrust. You can only make tiny noises, clutching him as your hands snake around his neck, holding him close to you. Joel grunts loudly between sloppy licks and sucks on your throat, his hips moving more clumsily as your walls squeeze him to the point heâs not sure how much longer he can hold back.
âGod damn it baby, this little pussy wants me in there so bad, sheâs so greedy,â Joel punches out right next to your ear. You shudder, hips spasming and only tightening you around him further. Joel groans loudly.
âPleaseâŠâ is all you can whisper, out of breath as he hits deep inside of you with each new movement.Â
âFuck, c-canât⊠need to fill you up, darlinâ, need you fuckinâ full of meâŠâ
âPleaaaaseâŠâ More urgently this time, lips dry from the way youâre sucking in oxygen in quick gasps, starting to feel your orgasm clawing at your belly, tingly and hot.
âFuckinâ full of me⊠gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. Give you my f-fuckinâ baby right now⊠m-make you swell up,â Joel pants, his face buried in your shoulder, biting down. You gasp, completely lost to the moment, fingers digging into his skin as you pull him in tighter, legs and feet crushed against his back. There are no two bodies here, only togetherness and sweat and breath - two people so lost in the moment and pure pleasure that theyâre outside of themselves, becoming one frenzied movement to climb higher and higher to that sweet peak of relief.
âF-fuck⊠yes, yes, baby, yesâŠâ you moan out. âFill me up⊠d-do itâŠâ you whine. With a stunted grunt Joelâs hips stutter forward, burying himself deep. The power, the emotion of it all as he starts to paint your walls tips you over the edge, fluttering tightly around him as you milk every bit of his seed into you, spasming and moaning as you reach another high.
âOh my godâŠâ you breathe out as you come hard, Joelâs ragged breath right in your ear softly moaning for you. The both of you fully collapse, Joel rolling to the side, clutching an arm around your chest. The crackling sound of the fireplace start to come back into your consciousness, the stillness and warmth of the room hitting you all over again while you lay back, feeling the stickiness of the two of you steadily leaking out of you. Youâre speechless now, barely able to catch your breath, let alone process what Joel had hummed into your ear in the heat of the moment.
A baby. Did he really want that with you?Â
You two hadnât discussed having children very often just yet, wanting to wait and enjoy being married, being just you two for a few years. But you felt your heart flutter a little, the thought of a little life inside of you, yours and Joelâs, a beautiful loved baby that youâd grow and nurture together. You can scarcely breathe at the thought, the love your heart swells with for this faraway notion, this unconceived child, already imprinting themselves onto your heart.
âJoelâŠâ you murmur. His head turns towards you, and you watch light flickering around him from the shadows the fire is casting along his golden skin.
âI-â Joel stutters, seeing the look in your eyes. For once, heâs not sure he can quite read it. He knows he said something so much more tangible this time, beyond all the dirty talk the both of you love to get lost in. It was too much, surely, heâd scared you with it. âIâm sorry, honey, that was⊠jusâ caught in the moment, maybeâŠâ
Your face falls a little, eyes dropping to peer past him with a sad look. âWere you?â you ask timidly, hands coming together on your belly and wringing nervously.
Joelâs eyes bore into yours, soft now, none of that feral fire that was there only minutes ago. He shakes his head slowly.
âN-no, no I wasnât, doll,â he replies quietly. Your lips twitch a little, a small smile that youâre not able to hold back now.
âI, uh, I wasnât either,â you tell him, and Joelâs eyes flash, lighting up a bit.
He turns completely on his side, and you do too, facing each other and scooting even closer. Joel drapes a hand over you, starting to rub lazy patterns onto your back. âSo should we⊠uh, talk about this, then?â he asks, giving you a half, lopsided smile.
You give him a nod and a toothy grin, resting your forehead against his. âGet me those chocolates on the table over there and then weâre in business.â Joel moves without hesitation, winking at you as he pulls himself off the floor.
âAnythinâ fâyou, darlinâ."
You have no idea what hour it is, how long youâve even been asleep when you feel Joelâs warm body pressing into yours, his chest now up against your back. The room is still nearly pitch black, making you take a moment to recall exactly where you are. You sigh, smiling softly at the memory of your trip thus far and you see a tiny sliver of light coming in around the blackout curtains in the room, clearly doing their job well by keeping you two asleep for god knows how long.
âBabyâŠâ Joel whispers in your ear. You roll over slightly, your ass now rubbing into his crotch. Your eyes flutter slightly when you feel his cock, already half hard for you. Your insatiable husband, fucking you within an inch of your life for two nights in a row, and still coming back for more - a rare man of his age so voraciously consuming you over and over, never seeming to be satisfied.
âHmm?â you murmur in reply. Joel wraps an arm across you, snuggling you closer, all warm heat against his broad, naked chest.
âMorninâ...â he mumbles back, lips pressed to your neck. âSweet girl.â
âMorning, handsome,â you say, reaching an arm behind you to cup Joelâs cheek, running your fingers through his beard. He hums in pleasure, dipping his lips down to kiss your neck again. You shudder, digging yourself deeper under the plush comforter as you feel goosebumps covering your entire body. Joelâs hands start to roam, sliding over the skimpy, half see through pink slip youâd discovered in your suitcase last night.
Joel is suddenly shifting in the bed, and you feel the sheets rustling next to you before heâs bumping your legs as he climbs over them, settling himself underneath the comforter right in between your thighs. His touch just grazes over your plush thighs, soft and gentle, how Joel tends to be first thing in the mornings before he descends into the rough, possessive man that youâre more used to.
âSo soft, little dollâŠâ Joel murmurs from between your legs, his breath hot on your inner thighs while he leans down to kiss the outside of your panties. You just mumble incoherent noises of affirmation, still half asleep. Joel makes quick work of your panties, a pair to match the slip, of course, and pulls them down your legs, discarding them in the mess of sheets.
Your hips buck, a louder moan escaping you when his mouth finds your warm center, already wet and wanting for him.
âSheâs ready fâme, ainât she⊠waitinâ on her morninâ wakeup,â Joel teases before running his tongue up your slit another time, flicking it on your clit a few times. A gentle suck there has your whining ramping up, hips begging him for more more more already. Youâre barely even lucid yet and Joel is on the precipice of pulling yet another earth shattering orgasm out of you.
âJ-jesus⊠pleaseâŠâ you beg, already feeling the familiar warmth pooling tighter in your core, your knees wobbling as they curl up, giving you some leverage to lazily push your hips against Joelâs tongue as it moves along your pussy.
âCâmon baby, fall apart fâme, sâokay itâs so fastâŠâ Joel pulls back to murmur to you, kissing along your inner thighs as he speaks.
Your hand snakes below the sheets, burying your fingers into his lush, gorgeous curls, letting them massage his scalp as he dives back into your cunt, licking in just the right way he knows makes you go crazy with need, that makes you come within minutes, sometimes even much less.
You moan loudly, hips spasming as your climax surprises you suddenly, the waves of pleasure hitting you while Joel lets you ride it out onto his face. Your eyes roll back and you whimper quietly as you come down, flopping onto the bed with a content little sigh, body going limp. Joel kisses his way up your stomach, chest, and finally your lips, where you taste that primal honey of yourself on his lips. You quickly fall back into a dozing, lazy state before Joel wakes you again with his lips on your neck.
âGonna order us room service,â he whispers near your ear, and you nod, finally opening your eyes to see your husbandâs rugged, handsome face hovering above yours. Sharp smirk, stress lines, wild bedhead and all - heâs perfect, and you canât help but smile sleepily in return.Â
âThere she is,â he teases, giving your forehead a smooch. âOne mention of breakfast and sheâs all bright eyed ân bushy tailed, huh?â You stick your tongue out teasingly, waggling your head at him.
âHow about we eat, then we can go explore the town, do a little shoppinâ fâyou, see the sights ân all that, hm?â Joel asks, and you nod tiredly but excitedly.Â
âMmm, sounds good,â you agree, blinking slowly as you try to wake up, finally coming to enough to recall the conversation the two of you had last night. The dreams youâd shared, hopes you had for having a child, all the ways your lives would change but also stay quite the same. The way your love would stay the same, deepen even, with seeing the other become a parent. Weighing it all carefully but with hopeful hushed voices, wondering if this was the right time for that next step for the two of you. When youâd both tearfully agreed that youâd start really trying in a few months after some more planning and thought, your heart soared higher than the clouds, than anywhere you could even conceive in your mind, chest tight with anticipation for all of it.
This morning that same feeling persists as you look upon Joel - so steady, so assured - everything youâve ever dreamed of right here in this one man.
âHow about we get some practice in while we wait for the foodâŠâ you suggest with your raspy, sleep laden voice, raising your brows at him as you feel his cock brush against you again, clearly hard and wanting.
âBaby makinâ practice?â Joel teases, scooping you up into his arms and peppering kisses all along the side of your face. âThat kinda practice, hm? Not just an excuse to get me naked again?â
You laugh, turning your head to kiss him back, relishing in the familiar plumpness of his lips, the taste of your husband, all of it like a map youâve traced your fingers over hundreds of times now, knowing every route, twist, and turn, filled with such a deep appreciation for the landscape laid out in front of you. You smile again as you two look at each other, feeling your cheeks starting to hurt from the way youâve been grinning practically non-stop for the last two days because of your gruff but secretly so soft husband. Your hand moves upwards to cup his cheek, sincerity written all over you.
 âHappy Valentineâs Day, Joel.â
Joel smiles back, the same unspoken thoughts and deeply rooted loving care for you penned all over his features, entrenched in every weathered line, nook, and cranny of him.Â
âHappy Valentineâs, little doll.â
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Hi đ I hope youâre doing well! This is soooo random and might not be much but may I request another roommate Carmy one-shot where he fixes something around the apartment and looks really hot while doing it? So, reader gets turned on and wants to show her appreciation for his handiness, meanwhile heâs like, Iâd fix anything for you. And things just get hot and heavy and maybe even kinda fluffy. Iâm just on a Carmy binge rn, and I loveeeee how you write him! đ„čâ€ïž
Hands On.
Synopsis - A broken lightbulb leads to some interesting discoveries for both you and Carmen.
Pairing - Roommate!Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader
Warnings - smut. cursing. carmen's big ego.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 1.5k
Author's Note - thank you for this request!! another roommate!carmy fic <3 this takes place in the roommates universe, but it's up to you if it comes before or after the other fics - there's no timeline!! this one got a little filthy, actually. the roommate series seems to be getting dirtier and dirtier... i would apologise, but i'm not sorry.
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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You're sat reading a book on your bed when the room is suddenly plunged into darkness.
You shriek in shock, and Carmy comes running, socked feet sliding on wooden floors through the apartment.
"Honey? You okay?"
He knocks twice before swinging the door open, looking around.
"Why are you sat in the dark?"
You huff and throw your book in his direction.
"I wasn't, until one second ago. The light just went off."
"Did it blow?"
"What?"
"Did it make a noise, when it went out? Did it flicker? Pop?"
"I don't know, Carm. It just kinda... went out."
He grabs his phone from his pocket to use as a flashlight, shining it at your overhead lamp.
"Looks like the bulb has blown. I think have a spare in the kitchen cabinet. Hold on."
He departs, leaving you sat on your bed, unable to see much. There's a warmth slowly building in your stomach, and you take a breath. Why are you so flushed, all of a sudden?
"Here. Got one. You think you can hold the light for me while I replace it?"
You nod and jump out of your spot, grabbing the phone from his hand. You point it towards the ceiling, watching as Carmy reaches up to unscrew the old bulb. His white t shirt rides up his stomach as he raises his arms, exposing his taut muscles. You exhale a shudder of a breath, willing yourself to calm down.
"Honey, can you stay a little more still please? The light is shaking."
"Sorry, Carm."
He winks at you before reaching up again, screwing in the new bulb. You can't stop staring at his arms, his strong biceps flexing as he works. His hands, big and rough, completely dwarf the little lightbulb. You know how those fingers feel as they brush across your skin. Little moments - like him skimming your back as he passes you in the kitchen - are imprinted in your mind, swirling around at a million miles per hour.
You're practically panting by the time he's finished, willing yourself to calm down.
"You okay, honey?"
You don't hear him. Instead, you're watching him run his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. You want to pull it as hard as he'll let you.
A hand on your shoulder startles you back to reality.
"You okay?"
You clear your throat, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thank you, Carm. Don't know what I'd do without you. Seriously."
He chuckles, running his fingers up and down your arm.
"It's not a problem. I'd fix anything for you."
Your eyes shoot up from the floor to meet his, ocean blue irises focused on your face.
"...Really?"
He looks taken aback by your question.
"Yeah, really. You didn't know that? I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. Genuinely, anything."
You don't think before you move. You lunge forward and connect your lips to his, fingers tangling into his hair just like you imagined.
Carmy kisses you back with more passion than you expected, hands gripping at your hips to pull you flush against his body. He slips his tongue into your mouth as you happily let him take the lead, humming in contentment.
Eventually, you pull back, gasping for air. Carmy rests his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath.
"What was that for?" he whispers.
"Just wanted to thank you."
"That was a hell of a thanks," he chuckles.
You smile, running your thumb across his cheek.
"You're so fucking hot when you fix stuff for me around the apartment."
"Wait... what?"
"Fuck, Carm. I got so turned on watching you drill that kitchen cabinet last week that I had to take a cold shower."
"That's what does it for you?"
"It's just you. You're good with your hands. It's fucking sexy."
"Yeah?"
He's smirking now, clearly enjoying having his ego inflated. You know you shouldn't, but you continue. You grab one of his hands, running your fingers over the palm.
"I imagine that my hands are yours when I touch myself."
He groans, low and rumbled.
"That's what I think about, Carm. At night, when I can't sleep. Think about the way you'd touch me, the way your hands would feel on my thighs, my tits, wrapped around my throat."
"Fuck."
"I'm surprised you haven't heard me. I try to be quiet, but I'm not very good at it."
Carmen's chest is heaving, eyes dark and watchful. You can see the thoughts forming in his head, filthy and menacing.
"Such a dirty fuckin' mouth," he drawls, running this thumb over your bottom lip carefully. "Maybe we should put it to better use, hmm?"
You whine at his tone, but you're smug on the inside. There he is, you think. The Carmen that you don't get to see very often. The version of him that's domineering, possessive, assertive. You like him like this.
"Wanna see how pretty you look on your knees for me."
You can't say no to that.
You sink down onto the carpet, looking up at him with wide eyes. He looks as if his control is wearing thin. You want it to snap.
"Now what?" you tease.
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Play innocent. Not after all that shit you just said."
You smirk, running your fingertips over the tent in his sweatpants. He grabs your wrist, holding it tightly.
"Don't fuckin' tease, honey. You and I both know I'm not patient."
"Something you should definitely work on," you wink, pulling his pants and underwear down his legs.
Your mouth waters as you look at him. He's pretty all over.
"Gonna thank you properly now," you murmur, before taking him in your mouth gently.
Carmy groans, hand flying to the back of your head. He tangles his fingers into your hair, keeping you anchored in front of him. He doesn't force you anywhere, just keeps you still.
"Goddamn, you look pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me," he drawls. "This what you wanted, baby?"
Baby. That's a new one. The nickname goes straight to your core, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. You nod in response to him, taking him deeper.
"Fuck. So perfect. Fuckin' made for me. Only me."
You nod again, reassuring him you've heard.
"Tell me, baby. Please. Use your words."
You release him with a pop, drool running down your chin and landing on your chest. You take a deep breath, licking your lips.
"I'm yours, Carm. Always have been. I'm yours. This pussy is yours."
You swear you see his knees buckle as he smirks down at you. He looks like the cat that got the cream.
"Gonna fuck you all over the apartment, baby. Every single surface. Doesn't matter if we break something. I'm good with my hands after all."
He winks at you before guiding himself back to your mouth, sinking down to the hilt. You hollow your cheeks and suck, trying not to smile when he practically whimpers. It's a power trip, having a man like Carmy at your mercy.
"Gonna cum down your pretty throat, angel."
You pull away to murmur against his skin.
"Want you to. Please, Carm. Wanna taste you. Wanna swallow it all."
He groans, deep and visceral, as you double down on your efforts, determined to get him to his ending. You dig your nails into his thighs, scratching down the skin as his hand tightens in your hair. The edge of pain is what undoes him, muscles tensing as he spills down your throat.
You catch his eyes, ensuring you have his attention. Swallowing carefully, you stick your tongue out, showing him proof of your promise.
"Good fuckin' girl," he breathes, dropping to his knees to connect your lips, languid and filthy.
Carmy smooths the hair back from your face, placing a tender kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth. Collapsing back against the bed, he pulls you with him, wrapping you in his arms.
"You okay?" he whispers into your ear.
"More than okay. You?"
"I've never been better."
You laugh, and the sound makes him grin, white and beaming.
The two of you sit on the floor for a while, unbothered by the passing of time. You're enjoying being so close, the proximity a welcome change. Eventually, Carmy breaks through the silence.
"So, I've been meaning to mount our TV on the wall... you wanna watch?"
You elbow him in the side, heat creeping up your cheeks as you both laugh.
DIY suddenly doesn't seem all that bad.
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