Skin Is Not Supposed To Be Perfectly Smooth And Clear And Unblemished. It’s Literally Like 5 Sq Ft

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I love your writing style so much😫 it’s fucking amazing.

Anyway, would you be able to write joel and cock worship???

Like he basically makes us prove to him we deserve to be fucked. I know you would do an amazing job writing this, thank you in advance! Ily <3

────۶ৎ prove it

joel makes you work for it. that’s all. just filthy, filthy work.

warnings: smut, cock worship, spit, cum swallowing, praise/degradation, rough dom!joel, gagging, oral sex (m!receiving).

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: you are so real for that. so here it is. thank you for the inspiration and kind words ilysm

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he's sittin' back in that worn-out chair, legs spread like he owns the whole damn world, and maybe he does — the way he looks at you, like you're just somethin’ to kneel for. boots still on, jeans unzipped, cock heavy in his hand. thick, flushed, leaking at the tip already. you swallow hard.

"you wanna be fucked, darlin’?" his voice drips slow like honey, all deep southern drawl that rolls over your skin like smoke. "then show me you’re worth it."

you drop to your knees, palms flat on the floor, eyes locked on his. there’s a weight in the room, thick with want, like he’s daring you to do more than just stare. so you do. tongue out, you drag it slow up the underside of his cock, tasting salt and skin and heat. he groans low, like gravel in his chest, hand tangling in your hair.

"that’s it," he mutters, thumb brushing over your lip before pressing into your mouth. "open wide for me, sweetheart."

you do, lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling just under the tip where he’s most sensitive. his hips twitch, jaw tight, eyes burning down at you like you're his favourite fuckin’ sin. you take him deeper, choking a little, spit slickin’ your chin as he lets out a rough, "jesus, girl."

he doesn’t thrust — not yet. he’s watching, letting you work for it, tears pricking the corners of your eyes while you bob your head, hand strokin’ what your mouth can’t reach. he’s big, stretchin’ your lips, fillin’ your throat, and you fucking love it.

you pull off with a wet gasp, a string of spit and precum connecting your mouth to the tip. you stare up at him, eyes wide, then let your tongue hang out and spit slow and filthy over his cock — thick and glossy, it drips down his shaft like you’re marking him.

joel groans like he's been punched in the gut. "jesus fuckin’ christ."

you wrap your hand around him, using the spit to stroke him, messy and slick and absolutely obscene. he watches you like he’s starvin’, jaw tight, breath ragged.

"look at you," he breathes. "makin’ a goddamn mess ‘cause you want it so bad."

you take him back into your mouth, deeper now, cheeks hollowing, moaning low around him like you need this more than air. he fists your hair, rough and tight, starts to fuck your mouth slow and steady. you gag, tears brimming, but you don't stop — don’t even think about stopping.

"that’s it, darlin'," he grits, head thrown back. "take it. earn it. show me you fuckin’ need it."

his cock twitches, and you know he’s close — taste it in the way his hips stutter, hear it in the growl low in his throat. you suck harder, tongue flickin’ just under the head, and he groans fuck—fuck before his cum hits your tongue, hot and thick and fuckin’ perfect.

you swallow every drop, lickin’ him clean, eyes glassy as you look up at him.

joel’s breathin’ heavy, chest rising and fallin’ like he’s been through a storm. then he reaches down, pulls you up by the chin, and says with a grin, "reckon you earned it now, sugar. c’mere — lemme give you what you’ve been beggin’ for."

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