bieachella

[bieachella]

*violently sobbing* I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER

[bieachella]

at least there is doing weird art projects on ur bedroom floor. at least there is that

[bieachella]

I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them

[bieachella]

Finally, her chaos expressed itself. 

sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6

[bieachella]

MY SON. HE IS SICK

[bieachella]

more teacher joel PLEASE

this sorta turned into tutor!joel but yknow. an educators an educator

a/n: reader is in highschool but shes 18 soooo

warnings: idek but this is so smutty

the sun was setting, casting a warm golden light into the dining room where joel- or mr. miller was sat, his tie hanging loosely from his neck and his hair slightly disheveled

your mother had suggested that since finals were getting close, a tutor would be the best option if you wanted a good grade.

luckily, your favorite teacher was offering tutoring sessions.

your feet softly padded along the tiles in your kitchen into the wooden floors of the dining room, 

“dont got all day, doll,” he called out, “you want that A, you gotta work for it,” he teased.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment as you approached the dining room table. 

“y’know, i missed you, joel,” you say, like it was a given. you rest your hands on his shoulders and lean down to give him a gentle peck on the cheek. he doesn't respond, only turning his head slightly to capture your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. 

“missed you too, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips, he leaves a chaste kiss against your lips before pulling away, “but im getting paid to be here, baby.”

you roll your eyes at him extra dramatically, his gaze follows yours, trying to find your eyes.

a smile tugs at his lips when he says “now what’d your parents say if they find out you’re not learnin’ anything from our sessions?”

“fine, mr miller," you playfully conceded, emphasizing his title with a smirk. 

-

you tried your best to be good, to not be distracted, you really did, but the way his voice caressed your name and how his touch lingered on your skin made it almost impossible to focus.

you let your hand creep towards his, tracing circles on the back of it before letting it fall to his thigh, the warmth sending a chill down your spine 

he turns to you and breaks the silence, “you make it incredibly hard to focus, y’know that, doll?”

the pet name alone sends a gush of heat between your thighs. you bite your lip, trying to stifle the wave of desire that washes over you. 

“thats the idea," you whisper, your voice barely audible in the intimate space between the two of you. your heart pounds in your chest, and your eyes fall to the growing tent in his pants.

he follows your eyes and shifts in his seat

“this what you want, baby?” he fists his cock through his jeans and uses his free hand to tilt your chin to meet his gaze

you nod, face hot with desire

“yeah? I dont think you deserve it though, doll.” the words spill from his mouth like honey, clearly relishing the power he has over you.

you shake your head repeatedly, “please, ill be good, i'll do whatever you say-”

he tsk’s at your pleads, “uh uh, please what?”

“please, mr miller” you breathe out

his hands had somehow found their way to the waistband of your panties in the midst of your exchange.

with a quick tug, he pulls your panties down, discarding them somewhere under the table, “gonna do what i say, ‘mkay?” he says as a statement rather than a question

you nod furiously

his fingers find your slick folds and you let out a barely audible whimper

your eyes are fixed on the wet spot that you’d left on the chair and you were taken aback a little when he began reading the questions off the review, eyes darting back and forth from the bottom of your seat to him.

his free hand grabbed a fist full of your hair and forcefully averted your gaze toward him

“you listen’n, doll?” he says 

you were already a mess, cheeks flushed and eyes watering from the attention, or lack there of you were getting 

you hum in response only for him to tighten his grip in your hair

“yes, yes, i'm listening, baby,” you breathe out

“good,” he murmurs, voice laced with authority, “now what was’at?”

-

you answer correctly and joel rewards you by sliding a finger in your leaking cunt

you buck your hips instinctively and he chuckles at your squirm

he fingers you till you’re right there. 

so fucking close.

“fuck, mr. miller, need you”

he leans in close, hot breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, “you drive me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”

he makes quick work of his belt, holding it in one hand and freeing his painfully hard cock from his jeans

his hand finds your waist, and he gestures toward his lap

you move quickly, wasting no time sinking onto him

fuck.. fuck, you felt like you could feel him in your lungs

“thaaat's it, doll, take it all,” he thrusts into you the second you’re settled and your hands claw at his chest and he wraps his large hand around both your wrists, bringing them to the small of your back and looping the belt around.

you don't try to fight the restraints

“show me how much you missed me.” he says as his lips find your neck, leaving a trail of gentle, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, 

you feel his lips curve into a playful smile against your skin as he senses your response. with a gentle tug, he tilts your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. 

his kisses gradually ascend, leaving a path of glisten, until his lips finally meet yours.

the sensation of his tongue slipping past your parted lips sends a surge of electricity throughout your body. 

-

you bring your hips up and drop them, finally having an almost rythm, trying not to losing balance from lack of leverage.

the sound of your skin slapping against each other and the squeak of the chair beneath you is enough to have you instinctively bury your head into joel's neck

“gonna come baby, please,” you manage to say

“please what, doll? what is it, huh, y’need my come?” he 

“yes, yes, fuck, yes,” you cry out “need your come inside me”

with that, his warm seed coats you and your bodies convulse together, waves of pleasure crashing through you.

he works the belt around your wrists and you both lie there, waiting for someone to say something.

you lift your head and your hands find the hair at the nape of his neck.

you both hesitate for a second, his eyes locked with yours,

“guess i missed you too,” he says playfully, finally breaking the silence

[bieachella]

jealous frank !!

this is so rushed sorry anon

it’s not unusual for frank to go ghost for a few days, longest he’s gone was two weeks, but that was before you started seeing him.

he began calling every now and then. it was always

“how you been, baby?”

or “i’ll be back soon, princess.”

fuck, you missed him like hell.

you shouldn’t have gotten attached.

you decided that sulking over his absence was only going to plague your mind with the worst cases scenario.

you were going out tonight.

you slipped on your tightest mini skirt and shortest top and the glossy red lips were the cherry on top.

you hailed a cab and directed the driver to a bar that had recently caught your attention.

once you arrived you surveyed the crowd, looking for anyone that would make you forget about frank.

your eyes met a cute brunette boy, his tall frame towering over the bartender.

he flashed a smile and started walking towards you

“buy me a drink?” you smiled, beating him to it. your playful demeanor caught him off guard, and he chuckled, admiring your quick wit.

"ah, you got me there," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "but only if you promise to tell me your name."

the night seemed to go on forever, the boy was cute, he seemed to like you, like a lot.

his eyes flickered upwards when he heard the bell above the door jingle.

you turned your head and it was frank

fucking frank.

he flashed a toothy grin like he hadn’t been gone for the last week.

“you know him?” the boy asked you

“yeah, she does.” frank wasted no time slipping a hand over your waist and pulling you close to him.

you couldn't help but laugh

your jaw was practically unhinged.

“no, she doesn’t.” you said, removing his hand from your hip and averting your gaze to the boy

the boy looked the two of you up and down, “fuck that.”

he turned his back and made his way over to his group of friends.

“who was ‘at, baby?” frank said with a playful expression on his face

you couldn’t help but laugh.

was he fucking with you?

“you must be fucking joking.”

“baby, c’mon. don’t be like that”

you glared at frank, trying to contain your anger and frustration. his sudden appearance had disrupted what had been a promising night. you took a deep breath, attempting to regain your composure.

"dont be like what, frank?" you asked, your voice laced with irritation.

you scoffed, crossing your arms. "you disappeared for a whole week without a word. no calls, no texts, nothing. and now you show up here like nothing happened?"

his expression faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "look, baby, i had some stuff to take care of. you know how it is."

"no, i don't know how it is," you replied sharply.

he moves around you, now towering over your small frame.

as he looms over you, his imposing presence sends a chill down your spine. the way his broad shoulders seem to engulf everything in front of you only amplifies your feelings of vulnerability.

he leans in, trying to find your lips, but you turn away.

he seems fine with, attaching his lips to your neck instead

"let me make it up to you, princess," he mumbles into your skin.

you want to push him away, be mad at him, but the heat pooling in your stomach makes you want him, want him to fuck you in front of everyone.

you find the strength to tug at his hair and look him in the eyes.

"here?" you say with sex dripping from your lips

it's not long before he has you pushed up against the elevator in your apartment, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your neck.

"that boy fuck you while i was gone?" his voice, low and husky, sends shivers down your spine as you struggle to catch your breath.

despite the urgency of the situation, a flicker of amusement dances in your eyes.

"no, he didn't, frank, please touch me," you manage to respond, your voice a breathy whisper.

he exhales sharply, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "you lyin' to me, baby?" he says, his lips grazing your earlobe. the sound of his voice sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

"no, no frank," you couldn't think straight with his hard cock pressing into you.

the bell rings and he presses you against the wall, his body flush against yours.

you both stumble out of the elevator, you couldn't open the door fast enough because he has your front pushed up against it.

he tugs at your tight mini skirt, tossing it somewhere you wont find later.

he nips at the bare skin, skilled fingers finding the wet patch only growing wetter by the second

"barely even touched you, baby," he murmurs

"all wet f'me, huh," he says, trailing kisses up to your leaking cunt

desire flooding your thoughts "mmmmmhm, frank, fuck me, please,"

"dont worry your pretty little head, baby, ill take care of you," he says before moving your panties to the side and licking a stripe up your wet folds.

"im the only one who'll ever see this pussy, princess," he says in between laps, "understand me?"

"fuck, yes." the words stumble out of your mouth

you feel the familiar heat forming in your belly,

fuck, you're so close

frank pulls away, leaving you wanting.

the sudden loss breaks a small whimper out of you

you don't even register the moments before his cock is teasing your hole

"tell me how much you want it, baby."

[bieachella]

ur dbf!joel fic was so good 🙏

thank uu sexy 💖💘🥰💗

[bieachella]

idk if u write like teacher joel but i can’t stop thinking about him so pls🤭

this ask just awakened something primal in me so enjoy

a/n: reader is in hs but 18 and relationship is kinda established

“why don’t you touch me anymore, mr miller?” you asked him with a gleam of hope in your eyes as your fingers trails up his tie

the softness of your voice despite the question had him avoiding your gaze and shifting uncomfortably in his seat

he cleared his throat before answering “you know i want to, doll. its just that, things have been complicated between me and her. says she wants to try again with u- i dunno.” he cuts himself off, slightly embarrassed to finish the sentence

you feel a pang of disappointment and jealousy. it was no secret that mr. miller had a complicated relationship with his ex wife, but you had hoped he’d forget about her after the two of you’s first rendezvous 

you roll your eyes at the statement and sit and the edge of his desk, spreading your legs, giving him a peak of your lace thong beneath your denim mini skirt.

his eyes flicker to your bare skin momentarily before meeting your eyes, and for a moment, he seems to forget about his earlier hesitation. you can see the desire in his gaze, and you take advantage of it, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his neck.

ne lets out a small groan, and you know you have him right where you want him. your hands trail down his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.

he breathes out, “you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

[bieachella]

Wants and Needs | dbf!joel miller x reader (pt. 2)

warnings: age difference (reader is a high school graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, kissing, lots and lots of kissing, joel likes to kiss, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, a lot of pet names, praise, slow burn kinda maybe idk, alcohol use (pt.1), fluff if u squint, unprotected p in v sex, joel doesn’t pull out, ever, they’re very horny

summary: idk how to summarize they fuck

word count: 3k

a/n: i’ve literally never written smut in my life so bare with me here and ik the gif is javi but idc

You sat beside him in silence, seeking comfort in his warmth, trying to drown out the music that was playing obnoxiously loud.

As you feel yourself starting to drift off, you suddenly jolt awake upon glancing at the wooden clock hanging above the fireplace. It reads 1:45 AM, and you can't believe how late it is. "Jesus," you mutter to yourself in surprise. You turn to Joel and half-whisper, half-amused, "Where do old people get all this stamina from," It was more of a rhetorical statement than an actual question.

Joel playfully puts his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. He scoffs and says, "if they're old, then what am I, baby?"

Baby.

Baby.

You chuckled at his response and playfully nudged him with your elbow. "You're not old, Joel.” you said with a smile. The tension was growing thicker and the wet patch in your underwear was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Fuck. You need him so bad.

“I’m glad you think so. But, be careful, might’ not be able to keep up with your youthful energy.” He teased

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the desire that was building inside you. You wanted him to take you right there for everyone to see. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours.

You leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. "I think you have more energy than you let on," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Joel's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your words. He leaned in closer to you, his face just inches from yours. "Yeah?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Of course, Joel pulled away.

Fucking tease.

As Joel pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and frustration. His sudden change in demeanor had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to back off. Was it the alcohol? Had he suddenly realized something? Did he no longer find you attractive?

The music died down, and you felt an overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and disappear. In an attempt to shake off the awkwardness, you got up to start cleaning up the mess left by the guests to deal with in the morning.

Joel just watched.

HIs eyes burning holes through your body.

You tried your best to ignore his intense gaze and focused on tidying up the room. But every time you looked up, you caught him staring at you. It was making you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

“What, Joel?” You said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. You roll your eyes as he stands from the couch and makes his way toward you.

As he approaches you, he stops just inches away, and you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. You notice the tent in his pants pressing against your lower back as he leans in to whisper something, but then he hesitates, leaving you hanging in anticipation. He reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling away. You’re left feeling both frustrated and confused as he turns and walks away, leaving you standing alone. You can't help but question his motives and wonder why he's playing games with you. Your heart races as you try to make sense of the situation.

As your eyelids grow heavy, you decide it's time to retire for the night. You tip-toe up the eerie staircase, and your gaze meets the enormous taxidermied deer head.

You mutter "Jesus, fuck" under your breath. Your bare feet softly padded along the wooden floors, and as you passed by Joel's room, you noticed the door creaking open

You pause, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. You know you shouldn't be snooping around, but the open door beckons you forward. You take a step toward the room, your heart pounding in your chest. You peer inside, your eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Joel's room is surprisingly neat, with a neatly made bed and a few scattered sweatshirts on the floor.

“No one’s ever taught’ya to knock?” A voice suddenly interrupts you, causing you to jump in surprise. You turn around to see Joel standing behind you, you can’t make out the look on his face, but god, did he look sexy. His black t-shirt clung to his biceps and his grey sweatpants accentuated the imprint of his cock.

Despite your initial shock, you can't help but feel a jolt of attraction run through you. You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

"Uh, sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to intrude," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed for being caught after the little moment you had downstairs.

Joel chuckles softly, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously.

You feel a flutter in your chest as he moves closer, his scent filling your senses. You try to focus on something else, anything else, but your mind keeps drifting back to how close he is to you. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the magnetic pull between you is almost tangible.

“What would your daddy say? Huh? If he saw his little girl sneaking around his best friend's bedroom.” Joel whispers softly in your ear, his voice imbued with a gentle southern drawl. You hadn’t noticed until that moment but he had you pinned up against the wall, right by his designated room. You just stare at him, in complete shock at his words.

You can feel the blush creeping up your neck as you try to come up with a response. Joel's playful tone and the mischievous glint in his eyes make it hard for you to tell if he's joking or not.

Was he teasing you? Seriously?

Two can play that game.

You clear your throat and try to sound casual as you reply, "Well, my dad's not here,” tracing a finger up and down his chest, “And I'm not sure he'd be too happy if he saw you getting too comfortable with his daughter." A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, hoping that your tone comes off as flirtatious rather than confrontational.

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, and then a slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, stepping closer to you. "And what would he do if he found out?"

You feel your heart rate pick up as Joel leans in, his breath hot on your neck. You try to keep your cool as you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Well, I don't think he'd be too pleased," you say with a coy smile.

Joel chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure he never finds out, won't we?"

‘I guess so.” You say with a familiar smirk.

Frustrated with the proximity, you reach up to tangle your fingers in Joel's hair, pulling him down to capture his lips with your own.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a rush of excitement coursing through your body. Joel's hands are warm on your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you can feel the hard muscles of his chest pressing against your own.

He slips his tongue in your mouth and you respond eagerly, exploring each other's mouths with increasing passion. Your heart is racing, and you can feel the heat between your bodies growing.

Eventually, you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. You stare into each other's eyes, trying to catch your breath, “Fuck.” he mutters, and it feels like the tension between you has only grown stronger.

Joel takes your hand and leads you into his dimly lit room, not breaking the kiss once, sitting down, and pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips and you can feel his painfully hard cock when you grind your body against his crotch.

He lets out a small groan.

As the kiss continues, you can feel Joel's hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel yourself getting more and more wet. He slips his hand into the waistband of your shorts and strokes your wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby. All f’me?” The words fumble out of Joel’s mouth.

You moan in response to Joel's words, feeling your body respond eagerly to his touch. As his fingers continue to stroke you, you arch your back and press your body closer to his. You can feel the heat building between your legs, and you know that you're close to the edge.

Joel breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a wicked grin. "Wanna taste you," he says, his voice husky with desire. Without waiting for a response, he flips you onto your back, pulling your shorts and panties down, tossing them onto the floor.

He trails up your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, leaving bruises that will undoubtedly be visible in the morning, he kisses his way up to your leaking cunt.

“Fuck. Been dreamin’ ‘bout this pussy.” Joel breathes out, hot breath sending waves of pleasure to your sensitive clit. As he buries his face between your legs, you let out a gasp. “Gotta be quiet baby, would be a shame if anyone heard you moanin’ in my bed.” God, he’s relentless. His tongue is hot and insistent, tracing patterns over your clit and sliding deep inside you. You grip the sheets, trying to find some stability as pleasure washes over you.

You writhe under his touch, “ Quit.” He breathes out, pushing your hips down and tracing his spare hand up your torso, squeezing your breasts under the thin tank top you’d been wearing all night. You moan as Joel brings you to the peak of pleasure, his skilled tongue not missing a beat. You can feel the tension building inside of you, a heat spreading throughout your entire body. Your breathing becomes ragged, and you feel like you're about to lose control.

Suddenly, Joel pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath and on the edge of release. You look down at him, confused, but he just smiles up at you wickedly. "Not yet, baby," he says, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply.

You taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to make you more aroused. Joel grinds his hard cock against your thigh, and you can feel how much he wants you. "Please," you whisper, unable to hold back any longer.

‘Gotta tell me what’cha want babygirl.”

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of desire coursing through your body. "Want your cock, Joel,” You manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. You see Joel’s eyes darken with desire despite lying in the dimly lit room.

He takes in your words and it causes a long pause, your mind can't help but wander elsewhere and you feel self-conscious about being the only one undressed. Your instinct kicks in and you involuntarily close your legs, only to receive a smack on the back of your thigh.

Joel's hand moves from your thigh to your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Don't get shy on me," he whispers, his voice deep with desire. “Show me how bad you want this cock,” he adds.

Your hands move quickly to the waistband of his sweats, palming his cock from underneath.

“You always go commando at other people's houses?” You joke, probably not the best time to joke as his length twitches in your hand.

He lets out a low groan and leans in closer to you, ignoring your comment, he twirls a strand of your hair in his hand "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Really? No cocky response?

Your own body responds to his proximity, a familiar ache building between your legs. You slide your hand up and down his length, relishing in the feel of him growing harder in your grasp.

He moans softly and tilts his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure. You continue to stroke him, teasing him with slow and deliberate movements.

You pull him out and you almost moan at the sight of it. You swirl your tongue around the tip, looking up at him with an intense gaze. His eyes meet yours, filled with desire and anticipation.

You take him deeper into your mouth, savoring the taste of him. Your lips and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending shivers down his spine. He grips your hair and you feel him push down on your head, choking around him and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth.

“That’s right, fuck. Take it like a good girl.”

“Want my cum, baby?” He thrusts deeper into your mouth, “Maybe I should cum all over your face and send you to bed.”

“That what’cha want, baby?”

When he speaks, his words send a thrill of excitement through you.

You pull off of him and eagerly reply “need you inside me, Joel.”

With that, he tugs at your hair, jerking your head to look up at him.

“Don’t tell me what you need,” he says.

You feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as he takes control, his dominant demeanor sending shivers down your spine. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as his grip on your hair tightens.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "I know what you need," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "Need me to make you mine, fuck my cum into you, huh? Leave you dripping.”

You feel his hand move down your body, trailing over your curves and sending sparks of pleasure through you. His fingers find their way between your thighs, and you gasp as he teases your clit, making you wet and needy.

"Please," you whimper, your voice barely audible.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice dripping with arousal. "Beg for it.” “Beg for your dads best friend to fuck you.”

You feel a surge of heat between your legs, and you can't help but moan as his fingers continue to work their magic on your sensitive flesh. "Please," you plead, your body trembling with need. "Fuck me. Make me yours."

He grins, his eyes dark with desire. "Wonder what your daddy would think of you beggin’ for my cum." He says, his voice rough with lust. "Spread your legs for me."

You obey, parting your thighs to give him better access. He wastes no time, slipping two fingers inside you and starting to pump them in and out, the slick sound of his movements filling the air. You moan again, louder this time, and he smirks.

He slips his free hand over your mouth.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers finding your clit once more. "Come for me. Come on my fingers.”

You can't hold back any longer, your body exploding in pleasure as you come undone around his fingers. He watches you, his eyes dark with hunger, until you're spent and shaking.

The hand on your mouth slowly moves down, slipping a thumb into your mouth as you eagerly oblige. Taking him into your mouth with his cock leaking over you, and a mix of pre-cum and your spit coating your overstimulated cunt.

He lines himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You can feel how hard he is, and you ache for him to be inside you. He teases you for a moment, dragging his cock up and down your slick folds, before pushing himself deep inside you with one swift thrust.

He removes himself from your mouth, moving down to knead your breasts.

His tongue slips into your mouth before a loud moan escapes you.

​​Your body arches towards his touch as he kneads and pinches your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the room as your bodies move in perfect harmony.

He breaks the kiss to move down your body, trailing kisses and nibbles along your neck, collarbone, and breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, while his hand continues to play with the other. Your back arches off the bed as a whimper escapes your lips.

You strip Joel of his shirt, finally getting to feel him skin to skin. You run your hands over his muscled chest and make their way up to his scalp, massaging his hair as he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots inside of you. You moan and gasp, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you.

Joel lifts his head and looks into your eyes. He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As he continues to thrust, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close, Joel.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out

“Come on my cock.”

Joel's movements become more urgent, and he pumps into you faster and harder. The sensation of his cock rubbing against your walls is almost too much, and you feel yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm.

Joel grunts and groans as he thrusts, his body slick with sweat. His lips find yours again, and he kisses you fiercely, his tongue battling with yours. The intensity of the kiss matches the rhythm of his movements, and you can tell that he's just as close as you are.

With a muffled cry, you finally go over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. Joel follows you moments later, his cock pulsing inside of you as he coats your walls.

You were so fucking relieved you’d been on the pill, although, you wouldn’t mind mothering his children.

The thought had you smiling a little.

As you both catch your breath, Joel collapses on top of you, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you realize that you've never felt closer to him than in this moment.

After a few minutes, Joel rolls off of you, his breathing starting to slow. He pulls you close, his hand stroking your hair as you both lay there in silence.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Joel whispers, breaking the silence.

You look up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his embrace. You smile, knowing that you could stay like this forever.

"I ‘dunno," you reply softly, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers. "What do you wanna do with me?"

Joel chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I could keep you all to myself," he says, pulling you even closer.

He could if he wanted to.

[bieachella]

Wants and Needs | dbf! joel miller x reader (pt. 1)

summary: your family and friends are at a cabin celebrating your parents anniversary and u and joel get comfy together 🥰

rating: 15+ they’re just flirting here

warnings: (for the entire fic) age difference (reader is highschool graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, praise, slow burn?? kinda idk, dbf!joel, alcohol use, fluff, unprotected p in v sex, breeding, this will be filthy trust me

a/n: ive never written fanfic in my life but dbf joel is plaguing my brain so buckle up

“Still open?” Joel jokes as he slides his empty whiskey glass toward you. You had been playing bartender behind the small, wooden bar in the center of your parent's get-away cabin.

It had been your parents’ 15th wedding anniversary, which called for inviting family, extended family, and close friends, all to the large, chateau-like cabin your parents rented on occasion.

You smile at Joel and take his glass, nodding your head. "Always open," you reply. Joel chuckles and leans back in his chair, surveying the room.

It's a cozy space, with a large stone fireplace dominating one wall and comfortable seating arranged in small groupings around the room. Soft lighting from wall sconces and table lamps gives the space a warm glow, and the scent of pine needles and woodsmoke wafts in from the crackling fire.

You turn your attention back to the bar, starting to refill Joel's glass with a generous pour of whiskey. As you work, you can't help but notice Joel’s skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat despite the cool air conditioning of the bar. It sent a warm feeling to the pit of your stomach, and you brushed it off as a passing thought. You fixed your eyes on the liquid pouring out of the spout, and he couldn't help but smile at your efforts to make his drink neat and precise.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You felt your cheeks flush at the pet name as you slid the glass back over to him.

Joel took a sip of his drink, letting out a content sigh as the alcohol warmed him from the inside. He turned to you with a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

God, he made you feel like your lungs would collapse at any moment. You suddenly realized you had been staring at him for what would soon look like not innocent.

You quickly averted your gaze and cleared your throat, trying to hide your embarrassment. “So, um, you having fun?” you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from your momentary lapse in composure.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Joel.

“Are you having fun?” he repeated with a playful smirk. Again, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up at his teasing tone.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before responding. “I am, actually,” you said, smiling back at him.

Joel nodded with a half-joking, impressed look on his face. You giggled a little and you gazed around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. You decided to stay quiet, looking at all your drunk relatives you didn’t recognize but had supposedly known you since you were little.

“Why don’t you get back out there with your kind, Joel,” jerking your head towards the group of people.

Joel chuckled at your comment and shook his head. “Nah, I’m good right here sweetheart. Plus, wouldn’t want’cha to get lonely.”

You felt that pit in your stomach again, getting butterflies at the thought of Joel not wanting to leave you alone.

You tried to play it cool, but your heart was racing. You had been crushing on Joel for as long as you can remember, but you never thought he felt the same way. It was understandable, considering he was your dads closest friend. Revealing any romantic involvement between his best friend and his only daughter, something he took immense pride in, would shatter him.

“Well I’m glad you’re comfortable here,” you said, trying to act nonchalant. “But my feet are killing me,” you added, wiping the bar down before stepping out from behind it and heading towards the couch. “Join me?” you asked, flashing him a toothy grin

Joel smiled back at you, his eyes twinkling. "You got it, babe" he said, following you over to the couch.

As you both settled down, you couldn't help but feel the warmth radiating from his body. You tried to keep your distance, not wanting to give away how much you wanted to be close to him. But it was hard, especially when he leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms out, accidentally brushing against your shoulder.

You felt your heart skip a beat as Joel's touch sent shivers down your spine. You tried to play it cool, but your cheeks were turning pink as you leaned slightly closer to him. Joel seemed to notice and he shifted slightly, his arm now resting on the back of the couch behind you.

You sat with your knees pressed up against your chest, stealing glances at Joel every now and then. He was so handsome, his dark hair, sprinkled with grey at the sides, and his salt and pepper beard, and his dark eyes, and the way he listened so intensely when you spoke to him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of ease around him that you hadn’t felt with anyone else.

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the hands pleeaaaseeee

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