twopersoncult - Tumblr blog

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Joel x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: had this idea in my head for so long and I needed to get it out. i always get weak in the knees for any fic that includes joel and an age gap so i figured i'd write one myself. enjoy this one-shot with our beloved old man hehe🖤

Characters: Joel Miller, Ellie Wiliams, Dina, Jesse, JJ, Reader

Relationships: Joel/Reader, Dina/Ellie

Date written: December 31, 2022

Notes: this was supposed to be two chapters but i just said fuck it and joined everything together into a long one-shot. also as mentioned in the tags, this isn't beta-read so don't come for me...unlike in the fic hehe there will be lots of cumming ;)

It was Christmas morning. Snowflakes gently fell from the sky, tickling the edge of your nose as you stepped out into the chilly morning. You had woken up to the sight of a fresh layer of snow blanketing the grounds of Jackson, through your window and immediately knew you had to take a step in it. Your boot crunched crisply as you pressed one foot into the powder and as you began to walk, you could see the trail of footprints left behind. The chilly air whirls past your nose, causing it to tingle from the cold and despite the confines of your warm clothing, the winter weather had your entire body freezing under the many layers. The front door closed behind you, the telltale laugh of your dad echoing through the air as you turned and shot him a smile, “Who would’ve thought we’d ever live to see a white Christmas again, huh?” he said chuckling and came up behind you to rest his hand on your shoulder. You leaned onto his shoulder, resting your head there as you enjoyed the beautiful view. Suddenly, he pulled away and you barely had time to register what he was doing before a snowball was launched in your face.

“Dad!” you shouted while trying not to laugh, “Oh if its war you want...its war you’ll get.” you threatened before bending to form a ball of snow between your gloves, getting ready to launch it back at him before he ducked and you missed, hitting someone else in the face in the process, “Fuck! What was that for?” a feminine voice came from behind him.

“Oh my gosh, Ellie! Merry Christmas! Shit- that wasn’t meant for you,” you said with a giggle. “I realized but...that was cold and I’m feeling the holiday spirit,” she replied with a smirk and bent to gather up a snowball, but you’d learned from your first mistake and dodged it.

“Merry fucking Christmas!” she shouted cheerfully as she held up two snowballs, one in each hand and got ready to launch both you and your dad simultaneously but you jumped out of the way. You ducked behind the mailbox to avoid her second throw, and it hit the post instead, narrowly avoiding you by a bit. “Ugh! I’ll get you suckers!” she grumbled and bent once more but while she was caught off guard you quickly scooped and launched a snowball at her, getting her straight in the leg, “Gotcha!” you said giggling and turned to run back towards the house to get cover on the porch. However, your body collided with a much bigger and firmer one which caused you to almost topple over on your back if not for the large hands that gripped your arms to steady you, “Whoa there, darlin’. Be careful before you knock yourself out,” a deep voice whispered huskily, and you looked up into his eyes. You already knew who it was just by his scent, vanilla and cedarwood. Fuck, focus.

“Y-yeah...thanks Joel,” you said with a shy smile.

“Merry Chr-,” you gasped out in shock as you were cut off by a cold snowball hitting the back of your head unexpectedly, the remnants catching on the wisps of his hair. “Fuck yes! Gotcha back!” she cheered, snickering from behind you two. Joel chuckled that deep velvet chuckle that had you weak in the knees and reached up to brush some of the snow away from your hair, “Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he said, smiling brightly at you which you returned with a blush.

You turned around to send a playful glare at Ellie who was still laughing at the snow still flaked in your hair, “Fair is fair,” she said and came over to give you a small hug, “But seriously, Merry Christmas right back at you, cutie.”

“We hope you both can make it at ours tonight for dinner. Ellie and Dina’s cookin’ apparently so I don’t have to do a thing,” Joel spoke up from behind, folding his arms across his chest with a pleased looked on his face.

“Yes! That’s what I came here to ask you before I absolutely won that snowball battle,” she said with a grin.

“In your dreams, El,” you replied and rolled your eyes, “But we’ll definitely be there.”

“Definitely,” your dad agreed, and you caught sight of Joel slapping his shoulder in that older man greeting, not able to make out what they were saying.

Ellie pulled you aside by your arm towards the porch, away from where both your dads could hear and whispered rather loudly, “Tonight we’re finally getting you out the house. You better dress up. Wear something hot, please. You know certain people will appreciate it...” she said with a wink.

It hadn’t exactly been a secret that you had a crush on Joel. Anyone who spent enough time watching you interact with the family would notice you always got shy when he was around. When anyone mentioned him, you lit up. Blushed when you heard his name. When Ellie, Dina and Jesse would make fun of you for staring at him. You were crushing pretty fucking hard and it's been going on since you met him when you and your dad first came to Jackson. His brother, Tommy, had found you two close to being clicker food and thankfully, they both showed up in time. From the moment you saw his beautiful face, you couldn’t get him out of your head and to make matters worse, you had gotten close to his adoptive daughter, Ellie, and her friends. And they were relentless with the teasing.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t be in a relationship with him but, you didn’t know what your dad’s reaction would be to you dating his best friend. Not to mention if Joel would even be attracted to you in that way since you were so much younger than him you could practically be Ellie’s sister. Every night thoughts of you and him plagued your mind and no matter how many times you attempted to barricade your brain from the thoughts, you just couldn’t. You just kept imagining all the different ways he could cuddle you, kiss you, protect you and most prominently, fuck you. Gosh you needed him so bad.

“You remember that deep red dress we found a while back?” Ellie said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“The fitted satin one? Ellie! That’s just too over the top,” you said, shaking your head.

“Its fucking perfect. Plus, Dina’s fucking forcing me to wear a dress,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “Could’ve just worn my jeans and called it a day,” she mumbled under her breath. “But you...oh you have some impressing to do. Now, I’m gonna pull Joel away before they end up talking for the entire day and we’ll see you later and I gotta go help finish up with the decorations and get started on the food, but don’t forget what I said okay,” she said while making her way back down towards where your dad and Joel was engaged in conversation.

“Alright old man, time to get back to the house. You’ll socialize more later. I’m sure these two lovely people have their ow preparations to do as well,” she said and wrapped her arm around Joel’s arm. What you’d do to have those arms around you while he-

“Yes, we should probably get back before Dina has Ellie’s head for leaving little Potato unattended,” Joel said, chuckling as he nudged Ellie’s side.

“Calm down, dad. Jesse’s with him,” she replied dryly which made everyone burst out into laughter. Joel’s eyes caught yours and you could feel your cheeks warm, hoping it looked like it was just the coldness.

“See you guys later,” your dad said as they began to walk back to their house. Joel gave your dad a quick handshake and then took moved his gaze towards yours and patted your shoulder, “See ya’ later,” he said with a warm smile, and you could see Ellie cheekily smiling behind him before she mouthed, “Red dress,” then they disappeared behind the wooden fence. All you could do now is count down the hours to tonight.

***

You were so fucking nervous. It was almost time to leave, and your dad was waiting on you to finish getting ready, but truth was, you were stalling so you could make the last-minute changes to how you looked. The dress sat perfectly on the contours of your hips, the satin gripping you in the perfect way, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were attracting too much attention to yourself. After all, everyone always saw you in the same type of plain clothes all the time and this is a drastic change from that. You slipped on a pair of low, black pumps that Jesse had found on a run and rubbed some coconut oil in your now dry hair and some on your lips for some gloss.

“Honey, you almost done in there? "We’ll be late,” you heard your dad from the other side of your bedroom door.

“Yes dad! I’ll be right out,” you said and spritzed some homemade perfume that you’d gotten for your birthday. You needed to look and smell your best and considering the circumstances, you did as best as you could. You made your way over to the door, pulling it open to reveal your dad patiently waiting on the other side, “Fina- oh wow you look beautiful, honey. Where’d you get that dress?”

“Ellie got it for me and thanks dad,” you said and hugged him tightly, “Let’s go,” you said taking a deep breath and headed downstairs to leave.

***

“Merry Christmas!!!” you heard everyone say in unison as you and your dad made your way inside the house.

“Merry Christmas guys!!!” you said and walked up to everyone to give them all a hug.

“You look gorgeous, babe,” Dina said and grinned up at you, opening her arms up for a hug. “I love the dress,” she said with a wink and you both exchanged a warm hug. You felt arms wrap around your back, enveloping you between Dina and who you figured was Ellie, “Merry fuckin’ Christmas again,” she laughed and squeezed both you and Dina, you groaned, “El, baby you’re killing me here.” You all pulled away in giggles,

Jesse was sitting next to Dina, and you shot him a warm smile as you sat down on the opposite side and greeted him with a side hug as baby J.J. was settled in his lap.

“Merry Christmas, my little cutie pie,” you said with a giggle and gently pinched J.J.’s cheeks, giving him a soft kiss on one side causing him to babble cutely.

The last person to greet for the evening was Joel. Even though you’d already seen him earlier, you stood up to hug him as well, “Hi, Joel,” you said nervously and already saw him smiling at you.

“Hey darlin’, you look...wow you look gorgeous-” he said and pulled you into a friendly hug. It was gentle and perfectly innocent, but you could feel his warmth envelope you and fuck his scent, it was almost intoxicating tonight. His chin rested lightly on your head and his big hands came to meet at the dip of your spine and you could swear he felt the heat radiating off your skin as well from the small contact. Your hands came up to meet behind his neck, grazing the wisps of greying hair that lay there softly and you had to tiptoe slightly to reach him. You felt like you would melt if he didn’t let you go now. After not having physical touch in- ever, you felt like you could stay in this position forever but sadly, he released you slowly.

You made eye contact with him once more and smiled before moving your attention back to the couch where the others sat. “Ellie, you look so good in the dress! And Dina you look amazing as always” you exclaimed and plopped back down into the seat next to Jesse.

“Haha very funny,” she said sarcastically, “You mean you look good in that dress,” she emphasized.

“I’m so glad I got her to wear it,” Dina agreed cheerfully, “My girl looks as hot as ever,” she giggled.

“Maybe this relationship can be an open one huh, Ellie?” she continued teasingly causing your eyes to widen, “But seriously, you look fucking amazing,” Ellie complimented yet again, “Gotta find you a nice guy who will appreciate your sexy ass but sadly the guys in Jackson are a bunch of douchebags.”

“Ouch, that one hurt,” Jesse said from beside her and everyone burst out into laughter, “Hear that J.J.? Your mommy just offended us,” he said while glancing down at J.J. with a pout.

“Guess we’re douchebags too, huh?” Joel asked referring to him and your dad, catching your eye with a smirk on his face.

“Excluding you guys of course,” Dina protested sassily.

“How’d you guys even hear what we were talking about? Thought you were too caught up in middle-aged men's conversation,” Ellie questioned with a raised brow.

“Oh, just overheard you guys talking about someone finding a nice guy. Definitely couldn’t have been you two and last time we checked Jesse’s straight considering...ya know,” he trailed off and glanced at J.J. with a wink.

“Just a concerned father wanting to know who’s finding any boys,” your dad turned to you and narrowed his eyes playfully. “Dad, stop, I’m not getting any boys anytime soon. I’m perfectly fine the way I am...”

“What single and fucking depressed? At this point you and Jesse should just get together before you die alone and unhappy,” Ellie commented, stifling a laugh.

“Stop teasing her, El. Love comes eventually,” Joel defended you and your gaze snapped to his in surprise as he continued, “Some of us find it easily, some don’t. Some of us take so long to find it that we just give up. Then there are the rare, tragic occasions where some of us have it and then we lose it. So,” he said staring into your eyes, “Who knows? Maybe it’ll come to you today, tomorrow, next month, year and even if it doesn’t, so what? Given our predicament we’re lucky to even be alive,” he finished.

“Thanks, Joel,” you replied with a grateful smile.

“Anytime, darlin’,” he replied and shot you a grin.

“Why the fuck did that get so sentimental? Fucking hell, we were just joking around, Joel. Maybe you need a woman in your life too,” Ellie joked.

“I’m too old for dating, Ellie. No one here wants this old man. Right buddy?” he asked your dad jokingly, “Hard to find love in Jackson for a couple of old-timers,” he replied causing the both of them to crack up.

“Okay, okay. Enough banter guys. Before the food gets cold, let’s eat,” Dina cut in and stood up to head to the kitchen.

Everyone followed, cutting through the next room, and took their seats at the dinner table. Ellie and Dina brought the dishes out, setting them on the table one by one out on the dinner table. The delicious aroma of the piping hot dishes instantly filled the room, and you could feel your mouth water. Jackson had found a secure way of growing their own food and rearing was even scarcer, but they made do with what they had. The dishes they had prepared were simple yet mouthwatering and you couldn’t wait to dig in.

Your trance was broken by Dina calling you over to sit, “You gonna just stand there and drool or fix yourself a plate?” she asked sarcastically. You rolled your eyes sassily and went to take a seat next to Jesse, but Ellie was quick to stop you, “Woah there, Missy. Potato wants to sit by his daddy and... mommies.” She then proceeded to grab ahold of your shoulders and steered you into the chair on the opposite side of the table. Right next to Joel. Fuck. You were fucked.

“Ellie I-” you started but she quickly shushed you, bending down to whisper in your ear, “You’ll be fine. Just relax. You look stunning,” she then quickly turned and went back to sit next to Dina.

“Looks good huh?” a voice asked from the seat next to yours. The deep velvetiness of it that scratched that perfect spot in your ears resonated in a question that you almost forgot to answer. You turned, meeting those greenish-brown eyes that glimmered under the warm dining room lights, feeling your heart jump from his close proximity.

“I- yes...it does,” you laugh nervously as he shoots you a cheeky grin as he grabs two plates from the middle of the table, placing one of them in front of you, then himself.

“Thanks Joel,” you said, returning a shy smile. He then gestured towards the several dishes that were laid out on the table, “Let me help,” he said before picking up one of the spoons and plating your food just the way you liked.

“She’s not a baby you know,” you heard your dad chuckle at Joel’s actions, from the seat at the head of the table to your right, “I’m sure she could’ve plated her own food.”

“I already had the spoon in my hand. It's not a big deal,” he waved him off and reached for the bottle of wine, “You gonna tell her she can’t drink any wine next?” he questioned with a smirk, “I’m sure she can handle a glass or two, right?” he asked and quirked his eyebrows in your direction.

“Definitely need a glass or two...or three...” you mumbled under your breath and picked your wine glass up, holding it in Joel’s direction for him to fill it, “I’d like one, please.”

Dinner was going...smoother than you thought it would. After your second glass of wine, you started to loosen up and the nerves melted away slowly but surely. The wine caused your shy demeanor to turn into a bubbly tipsiness that made your anxiety take a back seat for the night. You were laughing and cracking jokes with Dina, Jesse, and Ellie, and surprisingly...Joel. He was making conversation between you and your father, telling you about what he used to do pre-apocalypse. He even went into detail about his personal life and how he had a daughter who passed away at the start of it all. You felt for him, and you could see how Ellie had helped him fill that void in his life as he spoke of her so highly, joking about how she annoyed him.

Your mind began to picture him as a father. Who was lucky enough to have had a child with him? But more importantly, who was crazy enough to leave him? He may have been a different person at the time, but he seemed like he always had a boyish charm about him; one that made him easy to be around. You had to admit, one part of you felt a tinge of jealousy at whichever woman that got to claim him but the other part of you found it so oddly attractive that he’d once been a father. Something about a man being a gentle nurturer, a caregiver...a man who knew how to keep you safe in his arms no matter the place. But, at the same time, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander...

A man that could hold you into place with those same strong arms and fuck you into the sheets. A man that could make you wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his neck as you came, crying out in pure bliss. Then he would hold you close to his chest after and cuddle you, whispering sweet nothings until you both fell asleep.

The wine was definitely going to your head because were probably on your...fourth? Fifth? You couldn’t remember but it brought out a sudden urge of newfound confidence you didn’t know you had in you. Your body grew hot, and you could feel your skin tingle both from being tipsy and turned on at the same time. The sudden liquid courage you’d gained seemed to win over your subconscious that told you how insane you were for acting out on your thoughts, but your hand slipped from its place on top of the table to underneath the tablecloth. You gaze turned to Joel, who was in deep conversation with your dad, and slowly, your fingers came up to skim over the expanse of his outer thigh until gently your entire palm was spread flat on it. You felt Joel’s head snap towards your direction, his eyes slightly widened in surprise. You saw his eyebrows quirk upwards slightly in question and he probably thought you wanted to ask him something, but you had other things planned. You just smiled reassuringly and lightly squeezed his thigh. He didn’t seem to think anything of it as he smiled back and turned back to your father to continue their conversation.

A few seconds passed with your hand still in the same spot and Joel seemed to relax again, his thigh loosening up under your grip. Your tipsy brain had other plans for him though because your fingers moved from their spot in the center of his thigh and began their ascent higher, now gripping his inner thigh lightly. Every muscle that had recently relaxed was even tighter than before as Joel’s intense gaze met yours in question. His eyebrows were furrowed, and you could see his thoughts running a mile a minute behind those kind, beautiful eyes. You just smiled gleefully and continued moving your fingers higher and higher until you felt them skim the zig-zag seam of his zipper. Your small palm instinctively opened, and you firmly grasped the spot right between his legs. Fuck...he’s hard. He’s actually rock fucking hard in his jeans right now. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing...well, feeling but you heard him inhale harshly by your side and shortly after you felt a large hand circle your wrist abruptly. You met Joel’s stern gaze, looking at you as if he was warning you but all you could do was muster a grin because he was fucking hard. Did you get him hard? Your drunken mind constructed delusions that you hoped were true. Did he get hard from seeing you all dolled up? Did the hug you exchange have an effect on him? Or was it your hand on his thigh? Definitely has to be that.

His grip on your wrist was not rough by any means, just firm in a manner that demanded that you cease your current actions, but you couldn’t stop now. This was too good. Having him at your mercy with no other choice and nothing else to blame but your drunken tipsiness. Since his grip was excessively tight, you were still able to move your wrist and you took advantage of that fact. Maintaining eye contact with him, your fingers grabbed his cock through his jeans and began to massage it slowly. Your hand moved, up and down, up and down, in tracing motions as you felt him grow harder and harder. His grip on your wrist faltered as he sucked in a deep breath of air, choking on his words as your father asked him a question.

“Everything okay there, Joel?” you heard him ask but Joel’s eyes were closed and his breaths came deeper as he struggled not to make any sounds that revealed his compromising situation.

“Yeah dad, everything good? You don’t look so hot,” Ellie’s voice came from the opposite side of the table, “Y-yeah...I’m- shit-” he stuttered out but suddenly halted when he felt your hand move up and begin to slide into his jeans. You were about to grip his cock in your hands, for real this time but he grabbed it before you could, “I think it’s probably the wine, but I don't feel so well all of a sudden,” he gritted out and made eye contact with you.

“You both look like you’ve had more than enough for tonight,” Dina chimed in teasingly from beside Ellie, bouncing J.J. on her lap, “Think its about time you both get some rest. Blankets are in the cupboard in the spare room, babe,” she said, looking at you.

“Joel, since you’re the more sober, please help this beautiful young woman up to her room before she stumbles over, and then you can pass out,” Ellie smiled as Joel nodded in agreement and quickly stood up, muttering a small apology to your father about cutting him short and placed his hand on the small of your back to lead you upstairs.

“Lift her up, Joel! For fucks sake, she can’t walk straight,” you heard Jesse exclaim and then they all burst out into laughter. You caught a glimpse of hazel before two strong arms found its way under both your thighs, the other curving around your back and lifted you with ease. Your arms instinctively came to wrap around his neck as you pulled yourself closer to him, inhaling deeply. Fuck, his scent this close wasn’t helping your hormones at all. As he began his ascent up the stairs, you couldn’t help yourself but start peppering kisses along his delicious jawline. Him being this close combined with your muddled horny thoughts made it impossible to stop your impulsive actions, not to mention for the millionth time, your tipsiness. He grunted and faltered just a step but found his balance and continued walking, making it to the top and headed straight towards the guest room. He pushed the door open roughly, slamming it back close and locking it as he rushed to set you gently down on the bed then moved to stand but that wasn’t in your cards for the night. Your mind had other ideas as you refused to let go of his neck from the position you were in, instead gripping him tighter and moving your legs to cross behind his back.

“Darlin’...” he rasped out in a husky voice, sounding like he was forcing himself to stay put, “You need- you need to go to bed,” he continued deeply and attempted to set you down yet again but you weren’t going to give up so easily. Your grip on him stayed tight but you slowly trailed your gaze towards his face, casting a glance towards his lips and back up to his eyes as you were so close you could feel each other’s breaths fan on your cheeks, “Joel...kiss me. Please. I want you to kiss me so bad,” you whispered.

“Darlin’ I... I can’t,” he said softly, “Not when you’re like this. I- fuck I want to so bad but you know we can’t,” he continued, sounding genuinely frustrated.

“But I need it. I-I need you,” you whined out in impatience as you felt his grip tighten on your thighs at your words and desperation, “Why not? I’m fine, I p-promise,” you shivered as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he held you up.

“Fuck- your dad... I- I can’t have you. You’re practically old enough to be my daughter,” he groaned out as your fingers tangled into his salt and pepper hair and tugged.

“Who cares? It’s the...fuck, it’s the end of the world. Don’t you want me? Even if its...even if its just tonight,” you gasped as his fingers kneaded the roundness of your ass.

You released the grip you had on his neck and slid your legs down from his back and stood to your full height, the difference between you two now even more prominent as you slipped the heels off your feet. You looked up at his towering figure and placed two of your tiny palms on his chest, slowly pushing him down onto the bed behind him. You quickly climbed on top of his lap where his legs were spread invitingly, and his large hands instinctively came to find their place on your hips, “Fuck baby...you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned out as you began to firmly grind your clothed pussy over the bulge in his jeans, “Fuck Joel, please...I’ve thought of this for so long. I know you want to...let’s just get it out of our systems just this once,” you moaned in his ear softly and continued the torturous roll of your hips which he guided with his palms now squeezing your waist tightly.

“Trust me, baby I do, I really- ah fuck- but doesn’t it bother you that I’m twice your age?” he asked with genuine concern laced through his voice.

“That makes it even hotter, Joel,” you said and buried your face in his neck and started to nip and suck lightly at his warm flesh, “Your age means nothing to me, I know you long and well enough to trust you with my body,” you pulled back and looked him straight in his eyes as your fingers found its way to the hem of your dress. You could practically hear him gulp as you slowly slip the soft satin fabric effortlessly up until it came over your head and now lay in a pile on the floor. You now sat in his lap, clad in nothing but your underwear. Your heart was racing, and a chill ran down your spine as only the thin layer of your undergarments separated your naked body from his touch and sight.

Your hazy brain was clouded with nothing but pure lust for the man who sat under you as months of pining and fruitless fantasies were currently becoming a reality. A chill ran up your bare spine which caused you to arch on instinct, pushing your full breasts closer toward his face and you took the opportunity to move even closer. Your boobs were practically spilling out of the lacy bra you were wearing, and you sat up, raising them towards his mouth. His breath came in long heaves now and you could feel the warmth of it skimming over your supple skin, just waiting for his lips to come in contact with it. You felt his hands return to your waist, this time with no barrier in between and they felt so warm and welcoming as the tips of his fingers met at the base of your spine. Fuck, his hands were huge. You wanted them on your body forever, just like this.

Reaching behind you, your fingers grasped the clasp of your bra and unhooked it, slowly letting it fall off your chest and tossing it away somewhere in the room. You teasingly reached behind you once again and grasped the hands that were glued to your waist and pried them off, gently holding them in yours.

“I want you to touch me. Please,” you affirmed softly, locking gazes with him and saw him looking back at you with a certain softness in his eyes but his eyes stayed locked on yours, never straying below your chin. His large hands were still clasped within your tiny ones and you kept your eyes on his as you placed his palms on both of your breasts, laying your hands on top his spread palm, “Like this. I’m giving you permission to touch me.”

His gaze finally broke yours for a split second as his eyes attempted to process what his hands were currently feeling and his voice came out even deeper now, “F-fuck I... you’re so fucking beautiful, darlin’.” Large palms cupped the soft pillows of flesh, and his hand slowly began to massage them gently, his thumbs coming down to meet each nipple on each side and he pinched them lightly, “Fuckkk J-Joel- that f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he questioned in a low tone and shifted slightly so his mouth could come even closer to your chest yet again, this time his breath fanned across your bare nipples. Those eyes met yours as he looked up at you for permission, ever the gentleman, and as you nodded, his tongue licked a wicked stripe up from the point between your breasts to all the way at the base of your neck. He kissed each breast, then warm breath followed his kitten licks on each sensitive nipple which had you bucking even closer to him. He suckled and nibbled on each one equally and had you squirming in his lap even more than before as his arms circled around your waist in a grip that made sure you couldn’t leave. He was such a fucking tease.

“Joel please...no more teasing,” a whine escaped your lips as you continued to wiggle around in his lap, and you felt his lips leave the boob it was currently marking. Fuck, this man knew what he was doing.

“Patience, baby,” he chuckled, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten and you were suddenly being flipped with you underneath him now. His muscular biceps flexed as his weight rested on both arms next to either side of your head. Both of his legs came to kneel on the mattress of the outer edges of your thighs and he made eye contact with you, his breath coming out in ragged breaths as if he were trying extremely hard to himself back for ravaging you right then and there, “Are you positive that I can touch you? Please use your words. I need to know that I have your full permission to do anything, darlin’- fuck,” His head dropped as your small hand went back to the bulge between his legs, grazing your fingertips over it ever so lightly and cupping him through his jeans.

“I’m yours for the night, Joel. Have me however you please,” you whispered softly and looked up at him with a smile of reassurance, reaching up with your free hand to caress his unshaven cheek lightly. You could feel him relax under your touch as he sighed out the smallest breath of relief. If you weren’t this close, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Your fingers slowly moved over the tent in his pants again and both your hands came to cup his face softly, bringing his lips closer to yours. Warm, ragged breaths became united as one the closer his lips came to yours until finally, after waiting what felt like an eternity of being in unrequited love with this man, your feelings were reciprocated, and he kissed you. Your hunger for him was at an all-time high at this point and there was no going back now. He kissed you with an intenseness that had you gasping for air in the best way possible, but it wasn’t sloppy at all – no, he kissed with a passionate ablaze with want. He kissed like a man that was left without a meal for way to long and now that he had a taste, he couldn’t stop himself from ravaging you. Your tongues circled each other's fervently and you moaned into his mouth as he ground his hips into yours once more. You pulled away for a breath, eyes fluttering open slowly to meet those warm eyes again gazing lustfully at you then back down at your lips, chasing them back for another kiss. This time a light but needy peck. Fuck, that was hot.

“You’re so perfect, darlin’. You have no idea,” he groaned grinding into you again causing you to whimper out, “Joel please, I n-need you,” you whined into his ear needily.

“I want you too baby, trust me- fuck I really do but I need you to be ready for me first, okay?” he breathed and pecked you one more time on your lips before he pushed up from his position above you and slid down until his lips touched the spot between your boobs. He peppered featherlight kisses around each one of your sensitive breasts, breath hovering lightly over each nipple a second before placing kisses on them. His hands came up to grip your left boob, massaging gently as his right mouth licked a stripe over your right nipple and then blew on it, causing you to arch off the bed. Your hand reached up to caress his cheek once more as he repeated the process on your other nipple, “Beautiful,” he whispered and dipped his head lower, licking, biting and sucking a spot lightly right underneath your right breast until your skin tingled and you knew a reddish mark would be left behind; a love bite. You wanted them all over your body. The gentle stamping of his lips over your skin continued in a trail, over your soft stomach all the way down to the tops of your thighs. Those sinful lips began their descent as his large hands, hardened by the handiwork he did in his spare time aside from ensuring the survival of the town gripped and squeezed your thighs, prying them open as he settled comfortably between them. Those big, calloused hands engulfed your thighs as he brought them up and over his shoulders. His face was now a breath away from your core but him being the fucking tease of a man he was, continued his onslaught of soft kisses on your inner thighs. His lips skimmed the outline of your pussy through your panties, and you were positive he could see your wetness seeping through by how badly you wanted him. He placed a single kiss – ever so softly on your clit over the thin material then his fingers came on either side of your hips and pulled the lacy fabric down in one teasing go, sinfully slow. Your fingers reached down and grabbed at the soft tufts of salt and pepper hair and tried to tug him closer, whining in desperate need for him to give you what you wanted but he would not relent, instead lightly biting on your inner thigh as a sign to behave, “Ah ah, I told you doll, patience. Let me savor your body. You gonna be good for, me?”

“Mmmm I don’t think I can wait anymore, daddy,” you whimpered, causing him to freeze his actions suddenly.

A few beats passed and you began to panic but then you heard a light chuckle from below you. “What did you just call me, baby?” you heard him question from his spot between your legs. Your hands were still tangled in his hair waiting patiently for him to do something, anything and it just slipped out your mouth before you could think twice. The name you had constantly, night after night, imagined called him as he made sweet love to you, pounded you into oblivion – whatever the scenario, the was the name that came to mind. It fit him so well in every single way. He embodied fatherhood, yes but that wasn’t the reason why you wanted to scream it while he fucked you. It symbolized him being a protector, a dominant, someone who you can trust fully and not worry about anything when you’re with them. And fuck it was just hot. You’d overheard Dina saying that guys found it attractive when you called them that too so ever since you couldn’t get it out of your heated thoughts.

“Don’t be shy. Not with me, darlin’. Never with me. I wanna hear it,” he consoled, realizing you had gone quiet for a moment.

Your lust-scrambled mind fumbled for a moment before you quietly whispered, “D-daddy.”

“That’s fuckin’ hot, you know that? Say it again. I wanna hear you,” he encouraged and continued his trail of kisses, this time hovering right over your glistening core, “Tell daddy what you want, doll,” he groaned out huskily, “Fuck- you smell so good.”

Did he just fucking refer to himself as daddy? Can this man get even more perfect?

“Mmm fuck- daddy I... I,” you were a squirming mess at this point and could barely formulate a sentence as you anticipated his lips on your swollen pussy.

“You what, baby? Speak up,” he continued teasingly, leaning forward as he finally placed a kiss on your puffy clit which caused you to gasp out in pleasure, desperate for more, “Fuck daddy! I need your tongue please please please,” you moaned out, pushing your dripping core closer to his inviting mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised with a smirk before darting his tongue out and moving down towards your folds, licking a slow, thick stripe all the way from your entrance up to your clit that was begging for attention. His tongue made no hesitation to start kitten licking your clit just the slightest and he gradually increased his pace, groaning into you as his hands tightened on your thighs, “You taste like fucking heaven, darlin’.”

He pulled back, taking his fingers and spread your lips apart, “Look at this pretty fucking pussy. Can’t believe I’m only now getting a taste of you – fuck you’re so sweet and so fucking wet for me,” He then licked straight up once more back up to your clit, this time sucking down hard and rolling his tongue around the small nub. His tongue continued its swirling, sucking, licking and nibbling on your clit until you were clenching the bedsheets as white-hot pleasure shot through you soon after. His warm tongue sent you into a place of absolute ecstasy as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out, gripping his hair even tighter and grinding even harder into his mouth. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense at this point as he savored your release, how he couldn’t get enough of you and how delicious you were, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was real or not. You sure to fucking hell hoped you didn’t wake up tomorrow and have this be a dream.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of a calloused fingertip prodding at your entrance and you gasped in surprise.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, but I need to open you up first before you take me. That okay?” he questioned soothingly as if he were talking to a baby. All you could muster was a nod as the finger slowly prodded its way into the soaking wetness past your folds and into your entrance. One of his fingers felt like two of yours and you couldn't even begin to imagine how big his cock was. Your walls were already gripping onto his single finger for dear life but thankfully you were wet, and he slid it in easily. He slowly began to pump it into you, moving it upwards into that come hither motion that had you grabbing onto his shoulder for support, “F-fuck that feels s-so good, d-daddy,” you keened as you felt another one of his fingers join the one currently inside you, “Yeah? Can I add another one then?” he asked hoarsely, and you glanced down to see the lust filled look on his eyes, “Yes daddy- oh yes please!”

You barely had time to relax before both his thick fingers were buried deep inside your tight pussy, pumping faster now and up into that deliciously sweet spot inside you that he seemed to know just where it was. His lips connected deliciously with your clit simultaneously as he finger- fucked you into reaching your peak and the combination of his fingers, tongue, and that fucking beard of his stimulating you sent you to heaven. Soon enough all you could feel again was pure bliss; your body felt like it was on cloud nine. You couldn’t even hear your moans at this point because you were so lost in the pleasure that this heaven-sent man was making you experience.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of how beautiful you look when you cum out of my head, babydoll,” he grunted and left one last wet kiss on your pussy then sat back knelt in front of you, watching as you caught your breath. Your chest heaved as your mind was muddled from the two orgasms you just had and yet, you still craved more; his cock to be exact – fuck you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. Craning your neck up to look down at him took more effort than usual as it felt like it was being pulled back by a magnet to the bed, but you managed to glance down at him kissing your thighs once more, looking drunk off eating you out. His dazzling eyes met yours again and a small smile played on his beautifully aged face, “Doing okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly, caressing your outer thigh with the pads of his fingers.

“Mhmm amazing,” you slightly slurred with a relaxed sigh and sent him back a lazy smile.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little girl, huh? Calling me daddy like that?” he teased causing your face to heat up and you dropped your head back down on the bed to avoid making eye contact with him, “Don’t hide, princess – goddamn you’re cute,” he continued which only spurred on the blush in your cheeks. You felt the warm weight between your legs disappear suddenly and the next moment you felt warm, wet lips on yours once more – this time covered in the taste of you. Your hands instinctively found their way into his hair again, tangling and tugging which made him groan into your mouth. You could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his jeans against your thigh, practically begging to be let out and relieved after all the teasing. You decided it was time to return him the favor. Reaching up, you moved and wrapped your arms around his neck and flipped you both over so that you were now on top. You deepened the kiss even more as you now sat in his lap, your bare, soaked pussy still sensitive from your previous releases rubbed against the roughness of his jeans on his hard cock causing you both to moan out in pleasure. Your tiny fingers came to fiddle with the button on his jeans and zipper, eager to remove it and you gently reached in and released his cock for the confines of his jeans. Soon, his big cock came into sight in your tiny hands and fuck you could barely fit around it with your fingers touching. It was so thick and veiny, not to mention long – shit he could definitely make you see fucking stars. He’s so fucking big – shit, how is he gonna fit?

Your mouth began to water at the sight of his rock-hard cock, standing tall and leaking pearls of precum that you just ached to taste – not thinking twice before your fingers swiped over the blushing tip to collect a taste on your fingers that you shoved into your mouth in anticipation. His eyes hadn’t once left your actions and you felt him gasp as your fingers touched the sensitive head of his dick and he followed every moment of your mouth sucking his precum off your fingers. He tasted so fucking good, you needed more. Your hips shifted further down to replicate the same position he was in while tasting you earlier; right between his legs on your knees but you were halted by large palms gripping your hips to halt your actions.

“You’ll get a taste next time, babydoll. If you put those pretty lips on me right now, I won’t last very long. I wanna be able to feel you,” he grunted, sounding almost pained to stop you. You whined in protest, but his large hands moved your hips back up to his lap where you previously were, however, this time your pussy was lined up right at the base of his thick, veiny cock, “But...Joel,” you began with a pout but he was quick to hush you with rolling his cock against your clit, creating a delicious friction against the sensitive nub, “No buts doll, next time and that’s daddy to you- fuckin' hell you’re so warm and wet,” he groaned huskily continuing the teasing roll of his hips. Each time he slid so easily through the wetness of your folds, and it was so easy to push up and into you, but he kept his teasing as you realized he loved to do.

“Please daddy – fuck please put it in,” you begged, and you felt warm lips on your jawline as his hands slid up and down your waist comfortingly, “Tell me if its hurts, okay? Are you good with this position?” he asked to make sure you were okay to which you nodded but earned a small slap on your ass, “Words, baby.”

“Yes daddy,” you moaned eagerly and slid your clit against his cock once more to give him the extra push. Soon you felt the tip of his hard cock prod at your tight entrance, fuck even his tip was so fucking girthy. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and the soaking wetness of your pussy helped him enter you slickly and soundly. Your walls were now stretched to what felt like its limit as you no longer felt the pain of the initial stretch, but it was pleasurable now, your pussy accommodating the size of his huge cock. His large hand engulfed yours, squeezing tightly as he stopped his actions when he was all the way in, “You okay, darlin’?” he asked soothingly and rubbed your lower back in circles with his free hand. You took a deep breath, “I... Yes daddy. F-feels so good,” you stuttered out and leaned forward to kiss him sweetly.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, your eyes never leaving each other's, “I can move,” you assured him and circled your hips slightly causing his eyes to flutter close. Your hips slowly lifted back up all the way up until his tip touched the outer part of your entrance and you reached down and guided his tip back into you, sinking all the way back down onto him in one smooth move. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hips as you repeated the same action over and over, your pace increasing with every tantalizing bounce and roll you made. You felt those massive palms slowly descend lower to your plump ass and give you a little spank, hard enough to sting pleasurably and you moaned out as the sensation made you clench around him even tighter, “Ah fuck – you like that darlin’? Kinky little girl you are, huh? Shit, you feel so good clenching around me like that,” he panted into your neck, using his hands on your ass to push you deeper onto his cock and continued delivering pleasantly stinging spanks to your cheeks which you were sure were as red as an apple by now.

Those large palms seemed to engulf every part of your body it passed over and now that you were this close to him did you realize the drastic difference in size between you two and fuck you loved it. Loved how he could dwarf you and ruin you in so many ways with his large hands, cock, that sinful tongue; it turned you on unbelievably. Those palms now caressed your ass lovingly, a gentle contrast in comparison to the thick cock that was currently plunging up into you relentlessly. His hands moved back up, caressing your hips once more, your waist, your breasts, giving your nipples a light pinch, and lastly, they came to cup your cheeks affectionately. Your tinier palms came to rest on top of his much larger ones and held on for dear life as your gaze met those glimmering hazel ones and your lips met passionately for what felt like the millionth time that night. You savored the taste of each other in that moment. Exchanged kisses that left you breathless. Moans and groans of pleasure echoed around the room. The sound of skin meeting skin. His embrace on your face that kept your eyes focused on each other. The essence of desire being fulfilled. The act of love being made. The beating of two hearts as one.

“I’m so close, darlin’,” he growled into your neck, biting at your shoulder lightly and tightening his grip on you even more. His thrusts became sloppier and faster as he rutted his hips up into yours and one of his hands dropped between your legs to find your delicate in fast circles. Soon after you were both muffling each other’s moans, smashing your lips together as you reached your climax for the third time that night. Your grip on his cock tipped him over the edge seconds after as he swiftly pulled himself out and released pearly white beads of his warm cum all over your stomach in thick spurts. You couldn’t help but swipe some more on your fingers and suck them off with a moan as his cock twitched from your actions, “That’s so fucking sexy, doll,” he praised, pulling you by the chin to press a loving kiss to your lips. As you broke the kiss, your foreheads touched gently as you both caught your breath. You were both boneless messes at this point as he slowly moved you off his lap and you both adjusted your clothes. He went into the bathroom to dampen his t- shirt and returned to clean you up then you both fell right back in an exhausted bundle on your bed. You let out a sigh of contentment as you cuddled into him and inhaled that comforting scent of his that made you feel safe every time.

You felt his soft breaths against your hair as those warm hands that had sent you to heaven just moments prior, now embraced you in a warm cuddle, “I could get used to this,” you heard him rasp from above you.

You smiled widely, looking up at him adoringly, “Me too.”

“I have something to confess,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his.

“What’s that darlin’?” he questioned back in a whisper causing you to giggle at his playfulness.

“I... I’ve had a crush on you for so long now and well – this feels like a dream come true if I’m being honest,” you admitted and looked away for a moment, feeling slightly shy now but fingers came to grip your chin and focus your eyes back on his.

“Wanna know something too?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long now, darlin’ and well – if I’m being honest, I don’t want to go back from here.”

You looked at him wide-eyed, surprise evident in your features. All this time...you thought you were imagining things, but he did like – no he loved you. That grin filled your face once more as you felt happiness you never thought you’d experience ever again.

“What about my dad? Ellie?” you asked again, your mind racing between logic and emotion.

“It’s the apocalypse, darlin’. There are no taboos here because we already live in a world filled with abnormalities. Plus, I already talked to everyone about us and well – let’s just say they’re extremely supportive.”

“They are? When did you-” you started but he shushed you with a finger over your lips, “We’ll talk more about it tomorrow, baby. For now, let’s continue our cuddling.”

A calming silence fell over you both as the movement of his chest soothed you and the weariness settled into your bones, causing your eyelids to flutter. Before sleep could take you though you remembered something he said, and you whispered in his ear lightly, “Joel?”

“Yes darlin’?” he hummed in reply with his eyes closed.

“I love you, more.”

A smile formed on his plush lips, “I love you most, darlin’.”

The last thing you remember was kissing him one last time through your drowsiness before falling asleep in the warmth of his protective embrace.

3 notes · View notes

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

Christmas with the Seven

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 399

Summary: “Don’t think I didn’t see you take down several of my decorations already, Grover.” Annabeth called out walking from the kitchen as she forked a piece of fruit cake in her mouth, watching into the grand open hallway where Leo and Grover are finishing decorating the tree. . . We just did this short blurb purely for fun during the Christmas season hehe hope you like it...we might add another chapter with Nico but enjoy💚

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, Piper Mclean, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque

Relationships: Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace/Piper Mclean, Grover Underwood/Juniper

Date written: December 29, 2022

“Don’t think I didn’t see you take down several of my decorations already, Grover,” Annabeth called out walking from the kitchen as she forked a piece of fruit cake in her mouth, watching into the grand open hallway where Leo and Grover are finishing decorating the tree.

“Hmm, did you hear something Leo?”

“Didn’t hear a thing – oh, missed a spot.” Leo says in a sing-song voice as he nurses a bottle in one hand and a small glittering ball in the other as he looks for a place to put it.

“Real mature.” The only reason Annabeth was stuck decorating with those two morons was because Piper was out cold – unlike Hazel she’s a huge lightweight and is currently passed out on the sofa in the drawing room, covered in a thick blanket courtesy of Jason. Annabeth watched bemusedly as she spotted Frank shifting back and forth into a small cat as he stole some of the decorative bulbs just to watch a drunk Leo and Grover try to figure out where it went.

“That is the ugliest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen.” She spun around at the sound of Percy’s voice, not fighting back her smile as she spotted him walking her way, still in his clothes from earlier, her eyes lingering where he rolled up the sleeves of his black button down. “Hmm, it’s only a mess because they’re removing all my hard work.” Annabeth muses, bringing her free hand up to hold onto his collar, stretching on her toes she met him for a kiss. Feeling the cold metal of his rings when one of his hands circled around her waist slipping beneath her shirt to caress her bare skin. “Hey! None of that in-front of us!” Groaning at Grover’s interruption they pulled away but Annabeth grabbed a hold of Percy’s hand instead, pulling him to his room, “Sure, not like none of us had to endure the sight of you and Juniper fuc- mhm!” Her words were muffled when Percy covered Her mouth with one of his large hands, “We’ll see you guys for dinner,” pausing as he dragged his eyes to Piper’s sleeping form, “– or when Piper’s up?” She heard Leo and Frank’s uncontrollable laughter and Grover sent a gust of wind their way but they dogged out of the way just in time as Percy shut the door with a crooked smirk.

#christmas fluff #domestic fluff #the seven plus grover being domestic #short one shot #HoO #wholesome ass shit

4 notes · View notes

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

Her Bodyguard (Dramione)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: "And what do you think you're doing, Granger?" Malfoy drawled from behind her . . . Draco catches Hermione in the library after dark.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Date written: December 22, 2022

Notes: This was supposed to be some cute Christmas Fluff but I got carried away and now it's what it is...enjoy💚 Merry early Christmas.

“And what do you think you’re doing Granger?” Malfoy drawled from behind her and she froze knowing she’d been caught, that no explanation she could conjure would get her out of this situation. Slowly she peeked around the tall stack of books in her hands and found him sitting in his favorite armchair beside a tall lamp with a book in his signature black silk pajama set, ready for bed, his blond brows arched as he watched her over his reading glasses.

“I thought you were already in bed.” She internally cringed at her choice of words, “Look Malfoy, we're adults here and I’d like to think we’re friends at this point.” She pointed out looking away from him and moving towards a table opposite from where he sat to set her books down. She’d spent the past four months with the pointy blonde in one of his country side homes and it was nothing short of luxury but what else was one to expect from a Malfoy. The first time she’d found herself on the front steps with her shrunken luggage in her overall pocket with the once unfriendly man had been after he’d been the auror assigned to her for protection. Hermione almost scoffed - no she did scoff when the news reached her of what was happening - not that she minded the extra set of eyes after the news of some hidden death eaters banding together took over nearly every news outlet. At first she didn’t take it on as it’s been nearly a decade since the war but after seeing the detailed article and several pictures of attacks on not just muggles this time but purebloods they’d deemed traitors. She was surprised that they’d stuck her with Malfoy but when after seeing articles on The Profit about Malfoy being the auror to protect her it didn’t take long to realize the political undertone the ministry had suggested by simply pairing them together.

The first month they spent together had been full of back and forth meetings between their weekly schedules with nothing more than cordial conversation and hard closed off looks, mere check ups between several more attacks. It was only until she found out that Neville had been attacked did Malfoy receive word from the head auror to take her into hiding. She was livid for various reasons obviously but it would be stupid to just wait around ignorantly while Harry and Ron did what they could going on missions to keep their family and friends safe. A few days later she found herself on the steps of a massive two story cottage but it seemed too big to be called that. Malfoy and Granger spent the first two weeks doing what they could to avoid being alone together but when the house elves that saw to taking care of the home seemed to be fed up with their childish behavior locked them both in the pantry together taking their wands when they weren’t looking. That night he apologized and she thanked him for not just his apology but for doing the work needed to keep them safe. They had dinner together the next night.

A few days later she asked him about a potion he’d been brewing and then he asked about a book he’d caught her reading on a few occasions. There'd been more than a few occasions where they would fall asleep in the library late at night and wake up in a few compromising portions that would lead them to avoid the other for the next few days before acting as though nothing happened.

Now Hermione thought they were at least at a place where they could refer to one another as friends without second guessing but now as he peered at her over his glasses his book forgotten in his lap she wasn’t certain she liked the warmth that filled her. “Granger I’ve complied with your wishes to decorate the cottage - don’t start that again, it’s a cottage.” He quickly cut her rant short before she could begin to tell him once again that this mansion was not a cottage but she didn’t push because he did let her decorate for Christmas. “It’s nearly three in the morning and you’re not supposed to be in that section.” He said slowly as he looked towards the pile of books behind her, “Yes well I could explain.” She said as she spun back around to the polished wooden table to look for where she’d put her wand, not that she didn’t want to face him.

She felt him more than she heard him as he came to stand behind her, his presence towering over her, “Looking for this?” He said as she felt him pull her wand that she’d been using to hold her hair up out and felt as her hair tumbled messily down her shoulders. Blushing scarlet she ducked her head before turning towards him eyes widening when she realized just how close they were and she looked up at him and realized that he’d removed his glasses. “What do you need books about dark artifacts and magical runes at this hour at night?”

Hermione sighed looking up at him through her lashes, “I just wanted to see if there was anything in there we could use.” She watched as something odd flashed in his eyes before he titled his head towards the ceiling with a small groan, “Fuck Granger.” Hermione swallowed doing her best to ignore the warmth that seemed to pool in her abdomen, “There’s a reason I tell you not to go in there - some of those books have centuries old blood curses on them - you’re fucking lucky that nothing happened to you.” He said as his eyes glared into hers, “If I didn’t know better I would say you were worried about me - but like I said there could be something in here that could help defend against those death eaters.” She said motioning to the stack of books ignorant to his distress, “You think I don’t care what happens to you?” He said completely disregarding what she’d been saying about the magic.

“Malfoy I understand that we’ve come to be … closer, but I’m not foolish enough to think I’m nothing more than a job assigned to you by your boss.” Fuck, where was all this coming from, she’d come to appreciate his friendship, the openness they allowed each other - the silent comfort after either of them suffered a nightmare. Though after overhearing a floo-call he’d had with his father about potential engagements quickly burst whatever bubble she’d been in. “Granger would you shut the fuck up.” He all but growled as he crowded her further against the desk until she came to a stop when she could not walk any further, “You think after everything you’re just a job to me?!” Hermione was left speechless not knowing what to say at his words, at how quickly the conversation had shifted. She felt it in her nerves, in her magic, as he lowered his face to hers, propping his arms on the desk beside her caging her in. Her eyes involuntarily found his lips and a thought that had plagued her since that first time she’d woken up in his arms she wondered how he’d taste. If his lips were soft, they looked soft.

“Granger.” He called for her a knowing smirk threatening to curve his lips as his eyes teased her and she knew she’d been caught, “What’re we doing.” He murmured as one hand came to tangle in her hair as he cupped the side of her head. She looked away and could make out the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree she’d put up just outside the glass doors of the library but he quickly pulled her attention back to him with his hold on her. “You tell me.” She breathed as her eyes found his darkening ones. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and before she could say anything else he pulled her closer if it were possible and she felt his lips on hers. The kiss was slow, teasing, weary and his lips were definitely as soft as they looked as she sucked his lower lip a few times as he pulled away with a groan.

She felt him smirk before fully ditching himself from her and she couldn’t help the drowsy smile that spread across her face, “Are we doing this?” She said almost wearily and he answered by lifting her onto the desk, “Yeah, I guess we are.” He breathed as she pulled his face down to hers as his hand cupped her cheek the other caressing her sides as he kissed her with reference that left her melting in his arms, her hands found his hair tugging on the silver blond strands making him moan into her mouth. Malfoy’s teeth pulled on her lower lip leaving her panting into him one of her hands coming to fist the front of his black shirt, “Malfoy, I-” She all but pleaded as her hands tugged on the buttons of his sleep shirt free as he pulled back standing at his full height making her feel even smaller beside him as he looked down at her making her squirm.

The world around them was a haze of darkness and twinkling lights, the books she’d carefully picked out long forgotten as her thoughts muddled as she felt his touch leave a fiery trail as it set a path from the back of her knee and up her thighs. She parted her legs for him as he filled the space, his hand delving between her loose shorts as he brushed the pad of his middle finger along the already damp seam of her thin underwear, “D-Draco.” Hermione whimpered curling into him as her nails scratched down his now exposed chest, and she heard the hitch of his breath when she called his name as her peppered kisses on her face, across her jaw. Nipping and licking and sucking down her neck, as he slipped a single finger under her underwear - teasing her entrance as though he had all the time in the world, “Please.”

“Please, what?” He goaded her making an impatience growl escape as she glared up at him but her eyes quickly shut as he eased his finger into her sopping cunt. In and out. He let the pad of his thumb draw slow, tortuous circles around her clit as she tried to lift her hips, in hopes of getting him deeper or letting him add another finger but instead the hand that held the back of her neck clamped down on her hip holding her in place. “Don’t move.” She froze and when she caught the dark lust that glazed over his eyes she complied, “Good girl.” At her obedience he added two more fingers, one after the other as he sped up his pace and lowered himself onto his knees between her thighs. He felt her walls clench once, twice around him, felt her quiver under his menstruations but pulled his hands away from her but before she could complain he helped her out of her shorts and underwear, draping one of her legs over his shoulders as he buried his head between her thighs.

A loud moan left her as she threw her head back, one hand propping her up on the table, the other finding its way into his hair when she felt his teeth scrape against her pulsing clit. “Draco, Draco, Draco.” She chanted his name like a prayer as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm with his lips and tongue and teeth and hands and - “Fuck!” She cried out as she tipped over the edge, legs locking around his head as he continued stroking her clit with his tongue - as his fingers kept its steady pace fucking her clenching cunt in the wake of her orgasm.

Panting he stood up and she saw the large outline of his erection and her mouth watered as she reached out to the waistband of his pants, “Let me.” She murmured before he could stop her and pushed down his pants, watching as he stepped out of them before fisting his heavy cock but she set her hand over his and with a smirk he let her take over. “Have your fun, but I’m not coming in your mouth tonight, witch.” Despite her recent orgasm she felt herself get wetter at the image he’d painted, she licked her lips, “Fine, I’ll suck you off another time then.” She teased as she pumped her hands over his cock a few times before lining it up to her entrance. She felt him shudder against her, cursing into her hair before bending to capture her lips in a searing kiss as he thrusted in her fully jerking her but she stayed put thanks to his hold on her.

They passed the point of kissing as he laid her back against the desk, pulling her legs to rest in the crooke of each arm, opening her up further and allowing for a new angle that hit her g-spot making her cry out in pleasure that had her clenching around him. “Fuck, Hermione.” They were panting into each other's mouths as pleasure racked through their bodies, and as his pace grew harder and faster, his pelvis rubbing against her clit she came again as her vision went black for a few seconds. She felt him bury his head in her neck and moaned as he bit into her throat as he came, his thrusts becoming more fervent until they both lay spent atop each other.

“We’ll talk more about this in the morning, Grang - Hermione.” He corrected when he saw a flicker of doubt creep into her hazel eyes and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “Before you start overthinking, no I didn’t regret it.” He gave her a soft smile before standing and helping her up with a flick of his wand he summoned their clothes and then another wave and apparated them into his room. He cleaned them both up before they tucked themselves under the sheets as he curled around her and her head fell against his steady beating heart.

#dramione #post war #there's plot if you squint #porn with plot #porn without plot #draco malfoy in glasses #christmas vibes if you squint #oral sex #height difference #draco malfoy has a large cock #auror draco malfoy #no beta we die like men #draco x hermione #one shot #smut #post sex cuddles

4 notes · View notes

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

Her Monster (Kinktober 2022)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 716

Summary:

good ole tentacle smut with a bit of aftercare at the end ;) ~ ~ ~

Her head fell back as a silent moan left her lips as a smaller tendril curled around her throat tightening just so.

Relationships: Tentacle Monster/Fem!Reader

Category: F/M

Date written: October 9, 2022

Notes: This was supposed to be a joke, but we got way to into it and next thing you know we oversexualized octopus tentacles and attached a hot guy to it. (no egg laying btw) Enjoy💚

The glistening purple tendrils slithered up her body leaving goosebumps in its wake. One of the organs slithered around her torso, wrapping around them and squeezing her heavy round breasts making her moan out in pleasure. She realized that the underside of the tentacles contained little suction cups like that of an octopus which suddenly coiled around each individual nipple, sucking and pulling due to the sensitivity.

Her head fell back as a silent moan left her lips as a smaller tendril curled around her throat tightening just so . She jumped when a cold glistening organ slipped between her thighs so slowly, almost as if it was teasing her. Her breathing quickened as she felt the tip of the organ slowly make its way up from her entrance to her clit. Fuck- she was wet. Collecting her warm sweetness on its crown, she felt it continue to slide up towards her sensitive bud, beginning to massage it in small circles.

Back arching as the world around her blurred as intense pleasure shot through her body as the slimy organ entered her soaking cunt. " Fuck ." She whimpered, squirming trying to get more in her... she needed more and after a few moments the thick organ began moving in her and her mouth fell open as she cried out as its pace increased.

Her tight pussy stretched to accommodate the width of the organ that was pushing deeper and deeper inside her, hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over deliciously. Her soaked pussy made squelching noises with every thrust as she sucked it in, all the while one of the other tentacles had made its way into her mouth and fucked her from two of her holes causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure. Another came up towards her clit and the suction cup on the underside latched onto her clit and sucked while she was being pounded into oblivion.

Her eyes rolled back as it continued fucking her mouth a mixture of slime and drool dribbled down her neck and over her pushed up heaving beasts trapped by the tentacle. The pain and pleasure being inflicted on her body - the way it suctioned her swollen nipples and clit and the intense feeling of being simultaneously fucked in her cunt and mouth her lower stomach twisted in tight knots as her orgasm grew closer.

Her skin glistened with sweat as her body worked its way closer and closer to release. Nerves aflame that burned hotter and hotter from the mixture of the sensations all over her body at once, she could feel her skin prickle with goosebumps and her lower stomach clench even harder. With every growing second, she came closer and closer to the edge…and suddenly, as if the tentacles could read her body, they sped up all their actions, causing her to release with a choked scream. She could feel wetness trickle down her legs and the tentacles currently lodged inside her cunt fucked her through her squirting orgasm. Her voice finally caught up with the pleasure and she let out a loud, whimpering moan, all fucked out and drained of her essence. The tentacle monster however was far from done because it hasn’t gotten its turn to release yet and quickly resumed its relentless pace inside her pussy that currently had a vice grip on it from just cumming.

She was panting and whimpering as the pain and pleasure of its relentless fucking had driven her to another explosive orgasm making her pussy grip the tentacle tighter as it pulsed inside her and exploded hot, warm liquid into her greedy cunt that milked it dry, the organs pace eased into slow, lazy strokes that drew out both orgasms before easing out of her and its other tentacles carefully slid itself from off her body as she slumped tiredly. Her limbs and pussy sore from the intense fucking but she had a tired smile on her face when the back of her monster's clawed hand brushed sweaty strands of hair away from her face, "Sleep pet." He said, softly pressing a kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered close and he joined her in bed soon and she cuddled into his side when he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame.

3 notes · View notes

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

Am I Forgiven? (Dramione)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: So caught up in her own depressing thoughts she hadn’t noticed when the doors opened, and someone stepped in.

She smelt that familiar aftershave of his and had to fight against breathing in the oddly comforting scent, the doors closed and for the first time in a week, they were only a few feet from each other. She couldn’t breathe, the sight of him, fuck - she missed him. There were a few strands of hair that fell over his forehead and her fingers itched to push them back, the bags under his eyes sent a bout of worry though her when she knew he hadn’t been sleeping, “Hermione.” Her name fell reverently from his lips, it was torture this feeling.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Date written: Oct 7, 2022

Notes: wrote this at half 2 in the morning and it's unedited by enjoy💚

So far she’d done well to avoid him this week, yep. She hadn’t once bumped into him in the hallways where she would catch him eyeing her office door when he came to drop off a few documents to one of the desk workers. Nor did she run into him when she left for her lunch - ignoring the stabbing pain that came with longing that came from seeing him having lunch alone, sitting at their table.

There were only a few hours left in the day, it was finally Friday - meaning she would have to blissful days to wallow in her heartbreak without having to be on the receiving end of questioning looks from her coworkers. It was driving her mad, no one had any idea of her and Draco’s relationship so she knew her behavior was odd but unexplainable without having to divulge into her personal affairs. Well, that’s not the right word, he wasn’t an affair - not that she did anything to reassure him of it, he deserved better - “Fuck.” Hermione cursed as the ink blotched the parchment, she dropped the quill to the desk with a soft clang as she allowed herself a quiet moment to herself as tears spilled over her cheeks.

“What’s so wrong about me telling Pansy about us?!” Draco exclaimed as hurt and confusion flooded his expression and she felt her heart break seeing him like that.

“Granger honestly - it’s been months and you’re picking a fight because I told my best friend about you.”

“Draco you don’t understand - I didn’t mean it like that, I just thought we agreed that this would be more… casual .” Even as she said it the word felt wrong, she wanted to take it back the moment she saw him flinch as if she’d physically hit him, she wanted to reassure him that she didn’t mean it, that he meant more to her than anything - that she’d just been scared because she hadn’t felt this consumed by someone before. But instead she watched through tear filled eyes as his Occlumancy shields went up and he took a few steps away from her.

He looked every part of the cold Malfoy Lord that the wizarding world portrayed him to be as he kept his eyes trained past her, “Well then I’ve grown tired of casual ,” he his upper lip curled in an all too familiar sneer, one she hadn’t seen aimed her way in years. “We’re done here Granger.”

Her heart shattered and she could do nothing to stop the pieces from falling, like glass shards cutting away at her when she saw the lone tear that fell steadily from his eye before he turned away from her.

Hermione shook her head and pushed up from her seat, she was ready to go home. Hastily wiping the tears from her face she grabbed her purse and with a few flicks of her wand her belongings retreated into it and the papers on her desk were put away in her cupboard before she headed out of her office. Only when she made it to the thankfully empty elevator did she realize that she’d forgotten about her reddened eyes and her coworkers must’ve thought her mad.

She leaned against one of the walls beside the elevator doors looking up as she tried to blink away tears, as the thought about heading home suddenly filled her with dread. They’d spent so many of their weekends together that now, for the first time she’d be alone - sure she could visit her friends but they wouldn’t understand her sour mood and she’d rather not have to deal with them this weekend. So caught up in her own depressing thoughts she hadn’t noticed when the doors opened and someone stepped in.

She smelt that familiar aftershave of his and had to fight against breathing in the oddly comforting scent, the doors closed and for the first time in a week they were only a few feet from each other. She couldn’t breathe, the sight of him, fuck - she missed him. There were a few strands of hair that fell over his forehead and her fingers itched to push them back, the bags under his eyes sent a bout of worry though her when she knew he hadn’t been sleeping, “Hermione.” Her name fell reverently from his lips, it was torture this feeling.

For the second time today her tears spilled over, and she saw the second his Occlumency shields cracked and water filled his eyes, blurring them, her fingers twitched at her sides itching to touch him instead she pulled her wand out and stopped the elevator, when she saw that they were approaching the lobby. She wasn’t going to lose him again. She could hear his sharp intake of breath when they stopped abruptly looking with furrowed brows between the panel and her wand. “Draco, I-”

“Sorry, Granger, but I can’t do this.” He only shook his head and turned away from her, “It’s not fair.” His voice broke and her lower lip trembled as she felt that she would lose him for good if he didn’t listen.

“Please, just hear me out, I know I fucked up.” He let out a long breath, his silver rings reflecting the light in the elevator, “Fine, say what you will so we can both get out of here.” He waved an uninterested hand her way before leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed.

“I know you don’t want to see me right now, I’m probably the last person you want to see.” She closed her eyes and took a slow breath before walking slowly to him until they were a few inches apart, she was eye level with his chest - one that she’d slept on countless times before as he’d wrap her in his arms. Their eyes met and she was certain they were both breathing heavily.

“You're not casual, you are anything but.”

She said quickly when she felt him tense up, “Somehow during what started out as something casual, I fell for you and I fell hard, fuck Malfoy - I never thought I could feel for someone as intensely as I feel for you.” She shook her head while trying to explain, “Watching you walk away I should’ve stopped you; I should’ve told you I love you -mhm!” Her words were muffled when his lips found hers, one hand slid to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, the other cupped her face.

It was hungry and desperate and as he groaned into her mouth she melted against him, her hands brushing over his wide chest to hook behind his neck and grip onto his hair. “ Draco ,” She whimpered as she clutched him impossibly closer when he lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his torso he pulled away just enough to look at her. The hand that held her hair came to her face as he lightly brushed over her features with the back of his fingers, his eyes drinking her in just as hers did to him. She felt his arm that held her waist grip her tighter just as she did a few moments earlier as if they were both terrified of the other disappearing.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” She said hesitantly and he only brushed a kiss to her forehead, “You're more than forgiven Granger - sure we’ll have more to talk about later but for now,” He looked at her once more, his hand cupping her face close to his, “I love you.” A giggle left her lips as she captured his once more and melted into him as she felt his smile against hers.

The hand that held her waist lowered beneath a slit in her wizarding robes, and she gasped into the kiss when she felt the cool metal of his rings touch her heated thigh, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth both of them moaning at the other’s taste. She didn’t realize he’d backed her into the wall when she felt her back slam into the wall as he peppered kisses down her neck as his hand on her thigh found her warm entrance that was growing wetter with every flick of his tongue against her skin, “Fuck, Granger. I missed you.” She groaned as she pulled his lips back to hers and ground her hips against his fingers, mouth opening, breaking the kiss when he slipped two fingers in, “Draco - oh. ” She barely noticed when he muttered a spell that had her clothes disappearing from her body leaving her naked in the Ministry’s elevator. His mouth dipped to latch onto one of her erect nipples, sucking and nipping at it his free hand coming to play with the other.

Hermione whimpered when he slipped his fingers from her but her protest gave way to a low moan when she felt him lower to his knees, adjusting her so now both her legs were spread wide over each of his shoulders. She looked down and there was something about seeing Draco Malfoy going down on her while she was but naked and him in a finely pressed suit that nearly pushed her over the edge. Her hands gripped at his hair and wrinkled his suit as he sucked on her clit, his tongue teasing her slit over and over pulling her closer and closer to the edge. When she felt him slip his fingers back in her as he sucked on her clit she couldn’t hold back anymore as her walls fluttered around his long fingers that knew her body all too well. He slowed his rhythm while she got off her high but she wanted more, she needed him in her.

“Draco, I need you.” She murmured desperately as he slowly pulled out of her and lowered her gently to the floor. Now standing at his full height, she knew exactly how he’d want her, without a word from him she turned toward the wall and bent forward pressing her palms flat against it. She sent a sly look at him over her shoulder, still panting from her orgasm and the way his darkened eyes roamed over her body on display for him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Hermione.” He said as he undid his pants, just enough to fist his heavy dick that had her mouthwatering when she noted the precum that leaked from the tip. By the pleased smirk that graced his lips she knew he’d caught her staring but she didn’t care, “Later.” He said and she blushed scarlet but then she felt him there and fuck .

His tip spread her folds, she could feel him coating his cock with her slick as her cunt clenched in anticipation, before she began to beg he pushed in all the way with a single trust that sent her body forward but one hand wounded around her waist pulling her to him, “Always a slut for my cock, Granger. Hmm?” He taunted lowly as his teeth grazed her neck as he pulled out slowly before thrusting back into the hilt his free hand came to clamp over her mouth to muffle the scream that escaped when picked up his pace.

Her head fell back against him and his hand on her waist lowered to her clit circling the aching bud as he the hand over her mouth moved to keep a firm grip on her neck. He felt her walls clenched around him, tempting him to follow her in an orgasm of his own but he held back, pulling out and repositioning them.

She was back in his arms against the wall and slid into her. She hadn’t recovered from her last orgasm but could already feel another building. Their lips brushed each other's as both their mouths were open in pleasure, her hands lowered to his ass pushing him further in her, the move pressing her clit up against him and the friction pushing her over the edge as she clamped down on him, she could feel his thrusts become more erratic until his warm cum filling her and he finally stills inside of her.

His head came to rest in the crock of her neck as a lazy smile spread on her lips when she felt him press a chaste kiss to her naked shoulder. Fuck - “Draco, I’m naked.” She tensed remembering they were still in the ministry but he only smirked, “Granger, we’re wizards, I’ll just transfigure it into a wizarding robe.” She blushed looking away but he only pulled her face to him by his chin and kissed her long and slow before setting her down and casting a cleaning charm on them both. He shrugged out of his jacket and let her transfigure it to her liking before she accioed her wand and fixed the elevator.

When they reached the lobby however, both in obvious states of disheveled she noticed Draco tense as if realizing others would know what they did or at least know something was going on between them the second they stepped off the elevator. Hermione slipped her hand into his entwining fingers, she looked up to him, her face still flushed and lips swollen, “I’m all in.”

His posture relaxed and he pulled her closer to him as the doors opened and they stepped out, fingers laced while others around them gawked or whispered but neither cared. They were both in a rush to get home - unfinished business and all that.

4 notes · View notes

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

Secret Affairs (Dramione)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1k

Summary: “Wait, is your mystery guy an Auror? Damn, do we know him?” His hand went to his chin as he pondered who it could be, Ron added bashfully, “I thought your mystery guy worked in a library, to be honest.”

Both men looked at her in earnest as they awaited her answer when the sound of a door opening dragged their attention to the hallway. ~ Harry and Ron find out about Draco and Hermione.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Date written: July 27, 2022

Hermione was walking on air that morning. A sleepy, satisfied smile on her face as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she put the kettle on her mind was drawn back to the certain wizard who’d she left showering in her – their bedroom, as of last night it he was officially moved in. She still needed to tell her friends that her and Malfoy were in a serious relationship, but alas, she’d never found the right time.

The first time she almost told her friends were a few weeks after their third date but then Harry had announced his engagement to Ginny and Hermione thought it best to wait. Then a month after at a friendly quidditch match for ministry workers she’d intended to tell Harry and Ron about her and Draco, but the boys were bitter about losing to Malfoy and his team, so it definitely wasn’t the right time. Harry and Ron would sometimes get suspicious of her when she would disappear on them for days, but she’d quickly cover it up with her having to work extra hours as a healer in training. Coupled with the fact that Harry was busy with Ms. Weasley and planning his wedding and Ron being occupied with Auror work things worked out.

Even if she hadn’t found time to tell her friends it had nothing to do with her being ashamed of their relationship because she’d met with his friends more than enough times. Hermione wasn’t going to lie to herself and not admit that keeping their relationship to themselves – for the most part made it all the more intense. Fuck, just thinking about the way Draco claimed her after some poor ministry bloke had been flirting with her the other night had her blushing scarlet. Hermione was snapped out of her more than welcomed daydream when the sound of the floo activating had her pulling Draco’s white button up closed. As if now realizing she’d been naked underneath aside from some underwear, she turned away from the floo and hurriedly buttoned it up.

“Hey, Mione!” Harry called out as he and Ron entered the kitchen matching excited grins on their face, “Morning!” She said with a frazzled smile, “Harry, Ron, what are you doing here so early?” They each pulled a face, noting her frenzied state, “Uh…Hermione, it’s three in the afternoon.” Ron said cautiously brows furrowing, “Are you feeling sick?” Harry added, “Yeah Hermione you don’t look so good, your hairs a mess and you look a bit red, are you getting hot flashes?” Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes as they mothered her.

“I’m fine. I just slept in is all. I had a long night.” She bit the inside of her lip as she remembered just why she was up so late when her eyes caught on an Auror badge thrown haphazardly on the counter beside her. Trying to get the attention off her she said, “So, what brings you both here?” She said, slowly creeping her hand closer to the badge trying to keep her bottom half behind the kitchen island that separated her and the boys. Ron perked up saying, “You’re looking at the new Auror of the month, turns out with all the days Malfoy skipped I’ve finally beaten the git and got the position.” He boosted with a proud smile on his face and though Hermione should’ve felt guilty about being responsible for the days Draco missed she couldn’t. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.” She beamed at him, genuinely happy for her friend. When Harry hadn’t said anything, she turned his way to find his stare trained on the movement of her hand and she froze.

“Did I leave my badge here the other day?” Shaking his head as he tried to remember if he ever misplaced it, he moved forward to grab the golden badge when Hermione quickly snatched it to her, “Sorry, no, Harry this isn’t yours.” She said with a hesitant laugh, Ron added looking at his friend oddly, “Mate you badge is on your belt,” he paused before adding, “wait, Hermione why do you have an Aurors badge here?” Both men's eyes widened comically as Harry said, “Wait, is your mystery guy an Auror? Damn, do we know him?” His hand went to his chin as he pondered who it could be, Ron added bashfully, “I thought your mystery guy worked in a library to be honest.”

Both men looked at her in earnest as they awaited her answer when the sound of a door opening dragged their attention to the hallway. Hermione watched their reactions as she stood frozen behind the kitchen island as Draco Malfoy walked out in nothing but his towel resting lowly on his hips. Hermione licked her lips unconsciously as she watched water droplets trail over his chest, disappearing beneath the towel. Oh, how she wished Harry and Ron wasn’t here, but there were. “Malfoy!” They both shouted comically, and Hermione would’ve laughed if she wasn’t feeling so tense, “Potter, Weasel.” He nodded their way before walking the rest of the way to Hermione, ducking low her wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered lowly in her ear, “I was just about to come get you, but it seems you have your self-occupied at the moment, Granger.” Hermione clenched her eyes shut as she leaned further into him, before opening them and looking up into his grey ones, “I’ll deal with it and make it up to you later?” She bargained with a cheeky grin before pecking him on the mouth, but it seemed that he had other plans when his free hand swiped her thigh making her gasp as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She melted into him forgetting about their audience, but he pulled away all to quickly for her liking and kissed her forehead leaving her panting to catch her breath.

Stealing herself she said, “Just let me grab some pants and I’ll be back.” When she returned she sat with her best friends who still looked to be in shock but she was ready to hear the onslaught of questions they aimed her way.

Notes: was in the middle of an amazing Dramione fic and felt like doing a short one-shot because why not😂 Enjoy!

#secret relationship #one shot #short one shot #mentions of sex #harry potter EWE #short and sweet #domestic hermione granger/draco malfoy #i wrote this instead of sleeping #dramione #draco x hermione

78 notes · View notes

twopersoncult · 1 year

Text

“Naturally beautiful. Just like you, Annabeth.” (Percabeth)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: Suddenly, they heard a deep, raspy voice calling their name from the front of the classroom, “Miss Chase, is there something you're discussing that’s more important than your research papers on Atlantis?”... ~ “You'll see me for detention this afternoon.” Rachel saw the worried look on Annabeth’s face as she stood up to protest, “But Professor Jac-” “No buts Miss Chase. Detention.”

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Date written: July 27, 2022

Bang!

Annabeth’s head snapped towards the sound as she watched her professor angrily storm towards his desk in long strides. “Well, I guess that answers how we did on our papers,” Rachel murmured beside her but Annabeth hadn’t heard a word as she looked on, captivated, unable to take her eyes from him, even as he began to go on about papers and assignments. His usual sea green eyes, she noted, were a shade darker in his obvious anger. Anger at what though? Annabeth’s friend Rachel leaned towards her and whispered in a teasing tone, “Stop drooling, Blondie before the professor gives you detention”. Before she could turn and sputter out her response, Rachel smirked knowingly, “but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that.”

Suddenly, they heard a deep, raspy voice calling their name from the front of the classroom, “Miss Chase, is there something you're discussing that’s more important than your research papers on Atlantis?”

Annabeth's mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to recall what he'd been telling the class. For all, she knew this could be another one of the trick questions that he would ask to catch students when they weren't paying attention. As her eyes darted to her red-haired friend for help, his voice nearly had her jolting from her seat “You'll see me for detention this afternoon.” Rachel saw the worried look on Annabeth’s face as she stood up to protest, “But Professor Jac-”

“No buts Miss Chase. Detention.”

Annabeth noticed how comfortable she was when she got caught up in conversation with him, the way he never made her feel small and let her voice her opinions. The many looks shared between them on rare occasions where she'd stay back after class to help clean up. He made her laugh - he made everyone laugh but his eyes always seemed to shine brighter when his gaze caught hers. Maybe it was her small crush on him that had her seeing things, but still, the nerves ate at her as she slowly made her way towards the classroom for her detention.

The hallways were empty as classes for the day were over. Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest as a chill swept over the empty hallway, as everyone had already left for whoever was throwing an end-of-the-week party. With a deep breath she finally mustered up the courage to get this over with, raising a fist to knock on the door but just before she could do that, it swung open with force. On the other side, her fist instead collided with a hard chest and her eyes immediately widened as they caught a tattoo peeking from where his shirt sleeve had been rolled up. Her body frozen with mortification, she could do nothing but trail her gaze from his loose tie to his messy black hair until a throat cleared, she knew she’d been staring. Before she could be embarrassed any further, he cleared his throat and made way for her to enter. Only after she heard the soft click on the door closing, did her shoulders involuntarily tighten. As the air thickened, it was made obvious that they were the only two persons in the classroom.

Annabeth looked around the classroom that she’d been into more times than she could count since the start of the semester, paying extra attention to the dents on the floorboard and avoiding eye contact. The faint shuffling of the chair indicated that Professor Jackson had taken a seat at his desk. Tiredly he says, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Okay Miss Chase, it's a Friday afternoon and I’m sure this is the last place either of us would like to be right now.”

“Look, Mr. Jackson, I didn't mean to be rude by not listening earlier, I was just…distracted,” Annabeth quickly said. Professor Jackson paused at grading his papers, ever so slowly his eyes found hers, but she could've sworn she saw a glint in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on her. She heard the swift click of a ballpoint pen as he put it on the desk and slowly without taking his eyes from hers, he leaned back and she could’ve sworn on all her books that she saw a teasing look in those sea green eyes of his. “Distracted by what, Miss Chase?” She could hear the smirk in that drawl of his - could’ve sworn the corner of his lips twitched but it only worsened her blush.

Clearing her throat she coughed into her fist, looking away from him hoping he hadn’t seen the red that stained her cheeks and neck. She looked back up when she heard the shuffling of papers, “Alright Ms. Chase, we have the next two hours together so why don’t you come over here and help me grade some papers?” Mr. Jackson pursed his mouth, brows furrowing in thought, “How about we make a deal, if we get this done before the two hours, I’ll let you leave early?” He asked with a raised, dare she say - teasing brow. Annabeth nibbled on her lip as she played along with his obvious loophole to the rules before she held a hand out to him, “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Jackson.” She smiled the rest of the afternoon even if it had just been small talk between the two as they were both more focused on getting the task done.

Releasing an exaggerated breath Mr. Jackson said, “We got that done much quicker than I anticipated…looks like we make a good team Ms. Chase.” He smiled at her and despite herself, she blushed at the compliment, “Well Mr. Jackson, It really wasn’t the worst detention I’ve ever had - not that I’ve had a lot of detentions just -” Mr. Jackson cut her off with a raspy laugh, “Ms. Chase, I understand.” He began putting away some things and said as she stood to grab his jacket that rested over the chair, “Although Ms. Chase if you’d ever consider the position for TA, I’d more than like to have you.” He pondered while she gathered her own things, she sputtered out a ‘yes’ in her surprise and met his smile with an excited one of her own. Aside from this being great for her extra credit, she’d also get to spend more time with him. She smiled to herself the rest of the way home after exchanging numbers with him, so they could create a schedule that would work for them both.

Over the next week, Annabeth met with Professor Jackson at the end of every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Some days she’d bring them coffee, others it would be the professor bringing them treats, they followed a similar pattern over the next three weeks where they’d take ten-minute breaks in between which would then turn to twenty as they got lost in whatever the topic of conversation was that evening.

Annabeth learned a few things about her professor; he used to be a competitive swimmer throughout high school and college. Two, something they bonded over after Annabeth broke down after getting a phone call from her stepmom: Shitty parents, well excluding his mom because the way he described her only made Annabeth want to meet her more - as weird as that might be given he was her professor and all. The last thing she learned was that he’d only been ten years older than her.

Annabeth rushed into the classroom that was their meeting spot, her words spilling from her as she made her way to his desk, “Sorry I’m late, I had to take the long way to avoid this idiot I made the mistake of going out with last year.” Closing the door shut behind her, Annabeth turned around to greet Professor Jackson, “but I brought us milkshakes today though. Figured we deserve it after all the hard work we’ve been doing recently.”

He had both his feet crossed and propped up on his desk and held a book in hand but upon her arrival, he quickly closed the book shut and looked up at her with a smile. Annabeth suddenly felt her throat go dry and stared down at him with widened, doe eyes. His shirt fit him in all the right places and his sleeves were rolled up again in the most delicious way, higher this time which displayed the symbol inked into his tanned forearm. His jet black threads of hair sat messily atop his head, perfect for running her hands through. But it wasn’t those things that made her gape at him. It was the pair of gold metal-framed glasses adorning his perfectly structured face that magnified his beautiful, turquoise eyes which glittered under the warm, afternoon light that shone from the classroom window. His voice brought her out of the trance she seemed to be in, “See something you like, Miss Chase?” he said in a teasing tone. Annabeth felt as if the sun itself was burning her cheeks up because she’d been caught staring. “Gosh, why do I always have to get so flustered around him?” She quickly tried to compose herself, “N-no sir I-...I just didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“I only got them recently, they're just for reading and I mostly wear them in the house but I thought why not just bring them with me here since I have to basically read every day at work.”

“Oh. Well, it suits you,” she said with a nervous smile and made her way to take her seat next to him to begin the work for the evening. “Thank you, Miss Chase,” he replied and he gave her a cheeky grin, removing his feet from his desk and leaning back instead. “You were saying something about running into some idiot before you got here? Don’t think I forgot..”

“Yeah, he was this guy I went on a date with last year. He barely even gave me a chance to talk about anything I was interested in and completely ignored everything I had to say about myself. Then he went on this rant about how much he hates the beach and I knew from then I couldn’t date him because who even hates the beach? I love the beach so much, it's so comforting and so serene, and what if I wanted to go on a date there? And- why are you laughing? This isn't funny,” she finished with a pout. “I’m not laughing at you Miss Chase, I just think you’re so energetic and full of life and interesting,” he said, stressing the last part. “I can’t think of a single reason why anyone wouldn't want to hear you talk about yourself. Plus I agree with the beach thing. He’s insane. I love the beach too. It feels like home. The saltwater and sand in your hair and on your skin. The crash of the waves at any time of day is nature’s music. It's so naturally beautiful.” Those eyes of his, green just like the sea he spoke of, slowly moved towards hers and locked on them, “Naturally beautiful. Just like you, Annabeth.” He said in almost a whisper. Annabeth’s heartbeat was racing a million miles a minute but her breathing became steady, eyelids drooped as she felt herself become lost in his gaze. Her body was moving by itself at this point and she noticed that he was too.

They were now so close that she felt his warm breath dancing across her lips, and ironically enough, he smelled of salt and warm vanilla. She didn’t know who moved first, but she felt a pull, an invisible string of fate pulling them closer and closer, she couldn’t get enough of it. She wanted to taste him. “This is not professional Ms. Chase,” he said as his lips brushed hers, one hand coming up to touch her cheek gently. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer to her as she replied breathlessly, “I know, it isn’t supposed to be, Mr. Jackson.” She said before she felt his lips pressed to hers. The kiss was electrifying. It felt like coming home, as natural and intense as waves crashing on a rocky shore. The kiss consumed her, body and soul. She needed more of him, his warmth, his laughs, fuck, the groan he just made had her moaning, “Mr. Jacks-”

“Shh, call me Percy, love.” His hand held her chin in a grip as he murmured into her mouth before he took her lips again, her head fell back, her mouth creating a perfect ‘O’ as she moaned his name when he picked her up, “Gods, I love the way you moan my name.” He growled into her neck before licking a long strip from the base of her neck to behind her ear, “ Percy. ” It was a breathless cry for more, more, more.

She yelped when he ducked down to pick her up, carrying her to the desk he asked, “Tell me what you want Annabeth.” She didn’t realize she’d been talking aloud this entire time, fuck her mind was a jumbled mess when it came to this man. Her fingers threaded through his hair, making a proper mess of him as she tugged on it pulling him back to her mouth as she felt the metal rings on his hands dig into her thighs where he gripped her, she parted them for him, pulling him closer to her. She felt his hand trail up her skirt that had already begun to hike up when he’d put her on the desk, as he gripped and groped at her flesh while her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, hurriedly trying to get it off him. He pulled away slightly, both of them gasping, “Fuck, Chase.” He rasped as one of his hands curled around her waist, unwilling to let go, “Tell me what you need.” His blue eyes were hazy and dark with lust, his lips pink and swollen from kisses and Annabeth was certain she bore the same look. She reached forward to rush a hand through his messy hair, her forehead resting on his, never looking away from his eyes.“I want you. I shouldn’t, you're my professor but I really like you and right now…” she paused to pull him closer by his belt loops, “I really want your cock inside me.”

“I really like you too, Wise Girl.” He said before fisting her hair and pulling her in for a bruising kiss with a laugh she questioned while he pulled her top off, “Wise Girl? Where’d that come from?” He only stared at her, blonde hair cascading down her back like princess curls. He shook his head with a smile on his lips as he peeled off his shirt and made his way back to her, “I just think it suits you, smartass.” She blushed as he leaned forward and nipped her lower lip, she gasped and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, she moaned at the intrusion welcoming the feeling of him. But she could only imagine what he would taste like elsewhere. “I didn't know such an innocent thing like you could say such filthy things, Annabeth.” He hummed against her as she rocked forward in an attempt to be closer to him and she was rewarded with his deep groan. “You should know that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, Percy,” she said, loving the way his name rolled off her lips. “I fucking love the way you same my name, Wise Girl.” He praised as he began leaving a trail of kisses over the expanse of her jaw and down her throat. Her skin was so soft that he never wanted to take his lips off of it. He nipped and licked and sucked on her flesh, he could get enough of her.

“Good, I intend to scream it soon, Percy,” she purred in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe. Her actions sent a wave of pleasure surging through his body and he growled, grabbing her by her waist with his large hands, pulling her off her seat and onto his lap. She gasped, which turned into a moan as he pulled her flush against his hard cock and rocked her hips into his, “Feel that, Wise Girl? That’s what you fucking did to me the minute I heard your sweet voice when you came in here.” Annabeth moaned as she arched into him, his hands guiding her movement, “Percy…I-I want to taste you.” She was lost in a haze of lust as she felt the size of him, still constricted by his pants, but she wanted to see all of him, kiss, and taste every inch of this Greek god before her.

“Mhmm, I’m all yours Chase, all yours.” He hummed in her ear and she could feel the smirk of his lips against her skin, she shivered as his teeth tugged on her earlobe before he sat back in his chair, head tipped back, strands of hair falling on his forehead as she kissed her way down his throat, his bare chest. Until she knelt between his legs looking up at him through hooded eyes, her hair falling around her as she smirked up at him. He saw her throat bob as she swallowed hard, then the quick swipe of her tongue to wet her lips as she took her time undoing his belt, sliding it through each loop one by one, it was near torture. At his groan, she only said innocently, “What? Don’t tell me you're impatient Mr. Jackson.” He growled at her teasing, “Little minx. I’ll get you back for this.” He said as she slid a hand through her hair, scooping it out of the way as she pulled him out.

At the feel of her small hand on him, he tightened his hold on her hair, “Fuck, Annabeth.” He swore as she licked from the base all the way to the tip as precum leaked from the head before sucking the tip into her mouth, Annabeth moaned at the taste of him. Her eyes threatened to roll back from the pleasure she never thought she’d get from sucking a man off. Even as tears ran down her face and she gagged trying to accommodate his size when she looked up and saw the pure bliss on his face, the control she held over him right now felt powerful, but his grip on her hair as he guided her deeper had her absolutely soaked.

“The first time I have you I’m not going to come down your throat.” He grunted as he pulled her gently off him before helping her stand, “Strip.” He commanded as she watched with his dick fisted in one hand as he slowly pumped himself using her spit and his dripping precum as lube, his eyes never leaving hers as she stepped out of her clothing, only roaming her body until she nodded he let himself get his fill. But she was his now, he planned on learning every inch of her body. Her face was flushed and he could see a thin sheen of wetness staining her inner thighs as he licked his lower lip and he held a hand out to her in a ‘come here’ motion.

When she took it he grabbed her hips and lifted her onto his desk once more, this time, however, he had the perfect view of her dripping pussy. Annabeth gasped as he pulled her towards the edge of the desk, the cold wood on her skin a stark contrast to his hot breath as he lowered his mouth close to her dripping heat. He began to leave little kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her by kissing everywhere except where she wanted him most. She tried to push her hips closer to his face needily, but his firm grip on her waist prevented her from going anywhere. “Told you I’d get my payback.” He smirked against her as his hands trailed along her inner thighs as he lifted each leg to rest on his shoulder, “What’s wrong, Chase? Don’t tell me you’re impatient?” He gave a faux pout not looking away from her darkened gaze as he gave a long lick up her slit and groaned at her taste, “Fuck, I could spend all day eating you out.”He praised, licking his lips to savor her sweetness. Annabeth felt her thighs shake with pleasure at the feeling of his tongue on her. He didn’t waste any time and began sucking and licking at her clit, going in circles over and over again, driving her insane. “You taste like fucking honey, Annabeth.” He growled into her pussy, licking up all her sweet essence that dripped from her entrance, swirling it around her clit and sucking hard causing her to cry out.

“P-please…fuck- please P-percy, I n-need more,” she mewled out desperately. “Need my fingers, baby?” he asked as his fingers found her slick entrance. She nodded eagerly as he eased two digits inside her, “I could keep you here for hours until you're screaming and begging for me to let you come.” He mused before he began to fuck her with his fingers, “But I think I’ll go easy on you this time.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside her and moved them upwards to reach that spot he knew would drive her to ecstasy. The way her walls gripped him his eyes nearly rolled back as he could almost imagine how she’d feel against his cock. “Come for me, Chase,” he groaned, as he attached his mouth back to her clit and sucked hard while he added a third finger. Annabeth felt her body tremble under his hold as she burst beneath his mouth, falling back as she arched against his desk.

Percy licked her juices from his hand and when he caught her blush he only let his hand trail from her thigh to her small ankle before tugging her closer to grab her waist and pull her back onto his lap. With her legs caging him in and her heat hovering over his leaking head he let his hand wander over her soft flesh, he pulled and tugged at her nipples, before he brought one to his mouth while the other groped her breast, her back arched when he scraped his teeth over the hardened nipple before switching to give the other equal attention all while his Wise Girl squirmed atop of him begging for more friction. “Be a good girl and put me in.” She whimpered when she felt his hard tip brush against her sensitive clit while he growled, “Don't tease Annabeth, stop playing around or else I’ll just come on your chest and leave you to get off by yourself.” Percy was only kidding but that humor quickly turned into a look of frustration mixed with captivation as she sat up and angled the head into her entrance before sinking down on him, inch by aching inch. “Fuck, you’re big.” Annabeth breathed out as she caught her breath, head bowed in the crook of his neck as she adjusted to his size. Percy snuck a hand between them to gently circle her clit with his thumb which made her twitch on top of him, “You ready to move now, Wise Girl?” He teased with a smile, she laughed but it turned to a gasp when he thrust up into her, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

“Be a good girl for me and ride my cock.” Percy felt her walls clench around him at his order, “Hmm, you like when I call you a good girl?” He hummed in her ear as he played with her breast, his other hand finding her clit, teasing her as she slowly rode him. Up and down, up and down, in a tantalizing dance that had her breast bouncing in his face begging to be sucked. He scooped one in a large hand and gave it a squeeze, “One day I’ll fuck you here too.” Her walls clenched around him so hard when he said that he’d nearly came, “Fuck, Wise Girl.” They both moaned into each other's mouths gasping as Annabeth’s hands found Percy’s hair and tugged and pulled at it as her movements became sloppier as she whimpered against him.

So lost in her lust the next few moments happened in the blink of an eye, she’d gone from grinding down on his cock to being bent over the desk. With her sensitive breasts pressed to the cool wood she moaned as she felt some relief there, “Percy, I need you.” She whimpered as she felt him trail his hands down her back, giving her ass a squeeze before going to the backs of her thighs to spread her legs even further, “I know baby.” He murmured as he kissed the back of her neck, one of his hands playing with her curls before standing straighter so he was at a better angle and then he thrust into her hard and fast in one motion. Annabeth jerked forward with a hoarse cry as she moaned loudly, “Fuckkk, Percy.” Her head hung over the other side of the desk but Percy was quick to pull her closer by fisting her hair before bringing his hand to hold her to him by her neck. He could feel her orgasm building as her walls fluttered around him once more, the harder she clenched around him the closer he came to climaxing. “That’s right, Wise Girl,” he praised as his free hand went to her clit as she tipped off the edge, her body spasming in his arms a few times as he pumped two more times in her before he burst inside of her. Panting as he came off his high he slowly released her before turning her around and letting her sink back into his arms once more as he held her to him. They remained in that position for a few minutes while they caught their breaths.

“Fuck, Wise Girl.” He breathed into her hair as she chuckled, holding him closer, as he carried them back to the desk before settling in their chair, Annabeth laid her head on his chest as he played with her hair in comfortable silence before she said, “Well I guess I wasn’t much help today was I.” She said with a smile forming on her lips, Percy only laughed his blue eyes shining with mirth as he looked down at her, brushing a few flyaway strands from her face, “Hmm, I guess so. Next time we’ll make sure we get the work done first.” She hummed, “Then you’ll reward me, Mr. Jackson.” She grinned up at him, but he only tugged lightly on her hair, “Only if you're a good girl.” He delighted in the way her eyes darkened as she snuggled closer to him, he then said, “Are you free tomorrow night? I want to take you out on a proper date.”

“Are you asking me out, Mr. Jackson?” she asked teasingly. “How does a picnic at the beach sound?” He murmured into her hair with a squeeze to her waist.

“It’s perfect,” she replied with a grin and crushed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.

Notes: professorxstudent Percabeth was too hot to resist so we came up with this, hope you love it as much as we do hehe💙

9 notes · View notes