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Mine

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: After Joel sees you at the Tipsy Bison with Mark, an innocent friend, he feels the need to turn up at your house late at night to clear things up. This is part of this series but it can be (kinda) read alone.

Warnings: jealousy, insecure Joel, big ass age gap, angst (happy ending). Smut| oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, out of practice joel, multiple orgasms, soft/ kinda sub!Joel.

a/n: This is (I think) the last part of this series. I know most of you will have forgotten them, but thank you to everyone who enjoyed these fics, and I'm sorry for taking so damn long to write this part.

Pt 1 - Pt. 2

The Tipsy Bison was full of people tonight, which wasn't really all that unusual, but still, it was weird seeing such a portrait of normality in a town like Jackson.

"You want a beer?" Mark asked as you made your way to the counter.

"Yeah, thanks."

He smiled, before turning to order.

Your body noticed it before you did, the hairs at the back of your neck were strangely standing up.

Mark had turned to you again, he was saying something, but your focus was somewhere else, on that weird feeling deep down in your gut, even when his fingers gently moved some hair out of your face, even when he leaned a little closer, his distant voice murmuring something like 'you still with me?'

And that's when you noticed it, right behind him... Joel.

He was looking, no, staring at you. His eyes were trained on you with deadly attention, a beer bottle forgotten in his hand as his gaze inspected every inch of you- until it settled on the hand Mark had placed on your lower back- it was then that something in his eyes shifted and they found yours for only a second before dropping to his beer.

"Y/n?"

Mark called for you, breaking whatever spell had stopped time.

"Sorry," your lips pulled into a soft smile, "sorry, I just- there's someone I wanna say hi to"

It was only as you started for Joel that you noticed he wasn't alone, Tommy was sitting right beside him.

"I'll be right back" you told Mark before making your way to the pair. Only the younger brother's eyes were on you, Joel was still staring at his bottle.

"Hi there" a sweet smile pulled at your lips once you arrived at their table, placing your hands on the hardwood as you leaned down.

"Hi beautiful" Tommy grinned amusedly.

Joel took what felt like an eternity to look up at you.

You smiled wider at him, and he swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding.

"Hi darlin'"

"I never see you around here. I thought this wasn't your kind of scene."

"It ain't," he forced out.

It was so weird seeing you out of the little bubble you two had created.

"Tommy convinced me"

"Mhh" you smirked, glancing at his brother, "makes sense."

"So is this-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Joel was up.

"Sorry, I... I need to take a leak" he nodded, not even looking at you before making a beeline for the opposite side of the bar "I'll see ya"

That was weird... maybe he just really needed to go to the bathroom.

You were still trying to decode Joel's behavior when you finally noticed his brother's gaze on you... and the shit-eating grin splitting his lips.

"What are you smiling at Tommy?"

"Nothin'," he chuckled, "just enjoyin' seeing you make my brother all nervous"

"Oh yeah? Like you wouldn't be in his position" You smirked.

"Ain't nothin' nervous about me sweetheart- " he answered smugly, his eyes making a show of admiring your body up and down "if you ever get tired of him I'd be more than willin' to prove it to ya"

"Don't know how happy Maria would be about that," you laughed, raising a brow.

"I'll worry 'bout that," he promised, still smirking, still cocky "You just come knock at my door if ya ever feel like it"

Just as you were about to follow the man's words with some kind of joke, Mark appeared beside you.

"I found a spot."

You looked between the two men, your eyes stumbling over the empty chair for a second too long before you nodded.

"Right" you said, clearing your throat as you gave Tommy a simple farewell nod "Better go before someone steals it"

__ __ __

It was far too late for someone to be knocking at your door... and yet there you were, rushing to the door in your pajamas.

You didn't even bother looking through the peephole, which is why confusion etched itself on your face as you opened the door.

"Hi there" you smiled at Joel, still dressed exactly as he'd been at the bar.

Weird, you would have guessed he would be the type to be fast asleep by now.

"Hi, I... am I bothering you?"

His words were unsure, his eyes barely meeting yours.

A soft gust of night summer air flew by as you laughed.

"You could never bother me, Joel" you promised, before inviting him in.

"So what brings you here?" you finally asked as you closed the door behind you.

"I just..." he cut himself off, his hands clasping together so forcefully his knuckles turned white.

"Yeah?" you said softly, trying to soothe him.

Something was obviously bothering him.

Sure, he was always nervous when talking to you- but never quite this much.

"Mark-" he spat all of a sudden, making you frown.

"Mark?" you chuckled, "What about Mark?"

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped.

"He- he looked real happy with you"

Again, you laughed, and Joel, poor Joel felt a pang to his old heart at the thought that this could be one of the last times he ever heard you do it.

"Yeah, well many have told me that I'm great company"

His eyes flickered to yours before finding a spot behind you again.

"No, I mean... y'know"

"No, I don't know Joel"

It was then, that Joel finally found the strength to say it.

"If ya... if this is done already I get it, darlin'"

Your forehead creased in confusion.

"What is done?"

"Y'know- uhm- this" he mumbled, vaguely gesturing between you and himself.

What the fuck was he blabbering on about?

"Joel-"

"I-I'm jus' sayin' I get it, he's young, and 'm sure he's funny or somethin'"

Funny or something...

You huffed out a laugh as you tried to stop him by calling his name again.

"Yeah?" he sighed, resigned.

"Mark is a friend," you said softly, like it was the most simple thing in the world, like you had no clue what he was going on about- which you didn't.

"I-"

"Mark is just a friend, you've got nothing to be jealous of." You smiled, your hand finding his strong chest.

"I ain't- jealous," he stuttered, slowly shaking his head.

"Sure you aren't, baby" you couldn't help but tease, the smile on your face morphing into a smirk.

"I just... I haven't seen you in a while"

"Joel" you couldn't help but laugh "we see each other every day"

His shoulders tensed as he stole a glance at you "Yeah but... we haven't seen each other in a while"

There it was.

"We haven't had sex in two days and you miss me already? I've created a monster"

Pink flushed his cheeks as his right hand went to the back of his neck to scratch an inexistent itch.

"I just thought that Mark-"

"Stop talking about Mark" you cooed, biting down a grin as your arms intertwined behind his neck and you stood on your tiptoes to get him to look at you properly.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I only want you, before you actually start believing it yourself, Joel?"

You saw something that looked an awful lot like relief, joy, something even stronger flash in his eyes.

"I-"

He didn't even know what to say. He was ready to give you up, to accept Mark was a better choice for you, to take a step back, although all he could do lately was think about you... dream about the next time he could be close to you, even just for a minute.

And now... now you were saying those things to him and Joel didn't know what to do with himself.

"You're the only man I want" you cooed, your lips ghosting his "Got it?"

"Y-yeah"

Joel didn't even remember his name at the moment.

"Good" you smiled before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

It took a second before Joel reciprocated, he was just so damn shocked and lost in so many different thoughts that it was only when you opened your eyes to look at him with that sweet look that he realized what was happening.

His lips opened up to your tongue as his hands found your waist, keeping you as close as he could, conveying with his touch all the things he was too much of a coward to voice.

Heat pooled low in your belly as his stubble grazed your skin, as his scent and taste engulfed your whole body and mind.

His kiss grew deeper, more desperate as the seconds went by. His hand was in your hair, while his right stayed put possessively on your side.

Chills and shivers tingled your skin, and before you had even noticed, your back was pressed to the wall, and Joel finally found the strength to pull his lips off of you.

You were just starting to open your eyes when his lips lowered to your neck, shudders now exploding like fireworks as he worked a slow, wet trail of pecks down the column of your neck onto your collarbones. He didn't have the patience to take off your tank top so he settled for kissing your tits through the fabric, your nipples hardening with need as his mouth sucked the tender skin with urgency.

"Joel" you murmured, not really knowing what you wanted from him, only how good he was making you feel.

He looked up at you, his big brown eyes looking the cutest and most desperate they've ever looked, but he didn't stop, he finished his work on your nipples and suddenly dropped to his knees.

Only one word etched itself in his mind as he pulled your shorts and panties aside and attached himself to your pussy like a man starved.

Mine.

Your back arched, and the back of your head hit the wall as his tongue devoured your whole heat.

You spread your legs wider and fisted his hair with both hands as he groaned, sending delicious vibrations low in your belly.

"Oh my god" you whined, rocking your hips against him as fireworks exploded in the darkness of your shut eyes "fuck that feels so good Joel"

He was sucking your clit like it was goddamn candy, and the way his beard grazed your skin and his hands held you like he was scared of losing you were making your peak arrive embarrassingly quickly.

Joel was damn near losing his mind, he had missed the taste of you enough to dream about it at night, and now he was there and you were letting him do this and- fuck- he didn't have any idea how this was possible, but he'd take it as long as it lasted.

"Oh" he heard you cry, making his cock twitch in his pants as you drenched him with all your juices.

"Oh f-fuck baby" your whines were getting louder and higher pitched and all Joel needed to do was groan into your cunt for your orgasm to explode.

You cried loud enough to worry the neighbours as you came all over his mouth, your hands grabbing his hair hard enough to hurt as your hips feverishly moved against him.

He kept lapping between your folds the whole time, and even as you finally opened back your eyes, he took a second too long to begrudgingly pull himself away.

A slow, delirious smile pulled at your lips as he made his way back up to you.

You couldn't help but grab him by the back of his neck and smash your lips with his, tasting yourself all over him.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but that was incredible," you laughed softly, as he stole another kiss from you, wrapping his arms tight around your waist.

He didn't even know himself what had gotten into him, all he knew was that he thought he'd lost you already, but that wasn't the case, you were... you were still there, with him.

mineminemine.

Even as you stumbled to your room between kisses and desperate touches, that one word repeated itself like a mantra in his mind.

You were still dressed since he'd been far too needy to waste time undressing you, but you both managed to get rid of your clothes in record time before you found yourself caged beneath him.

Feeling his naked body flush against yours, his weight and his heat engulfing you in the best possible way was making you lose yourself in him- in the way his mouth filled every inch of your skin he could reach with hot kisses, and the way his hard manhood kept grazing your core.

You felt his pecks draw lower and lower until he was almost kneeling between your legs to devour you again, but with a desperate cry, you stopped him, grabbing his arm as you begged him.

"No please- I need you"

His puppy eyes conveyed all his devastation at your statement.

"I'll be quick" he tried to convince you, but you were already shaking your head.

Jesus, in what world were you begging Joel Miller not to eat you out?

"Baby, if you don't get inside of me in two seconds, I swear I'll lose my mind"

Joel was grateful you'd practiced these past weeks, cause he was sure he would have come untouched at those words just a few days ago.

He looked between your face and your glistening pussy undecidedly, and you whined at how long this was taking.

"You can make me come with your mouth as many times as you want later, I promise, just... just please fuck me now"

That seemed to do the trick because in a heartbeat, he was back on top of you.

Oh, you were gonna regret promising that later.

You were shameless as you reached for his cock and positioned it at your entrance, but he seemed even more desperate than you as he thrusted into you with a low groan, watching your pretty face twist in ecstasy as he filled you inch by inch.

"F-fuck... babygirl-"

He still wasn't used to it, to how good you fucking felt.

And neither were you.

"Shit," you cried, your eyes shutting closed as he started thrusting in and out of you with a deliciously slow and deep pace.

Your arms were intertwined behind his neck, and one of your legs was wrapped around his waist, letting him hit an even deeper angle.

"Joel," you moaned, making him groan in pleasure as he picked up his pace, one of his hands going to your tits before he couldn't help himself anymore and wrapped his mouth around your left nipple.

Your back arched in bliss as breathy moans spilled from your lips.

His dick was hitting all the right spots, making stars soil your vision.

Mine.

You were his, and he was yours. This was him demonstrating it to you- showing you how impossible it was to live without you now that he'd gotten a taste.

By fucking you as best as his old back and out-of-practice self could grant.

The feeling of your walls squeezing him was something Joel would compare to going to heaven.

His thrusts were getting more and more erratic, pushing your body further up the bed as your moans grew louder while his groans were muffled by your tits.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he growled as you opened your hooded eyes while impersonating a glimpse of paradise.

"Darlin', you- fuck-" he couldn't finish his sentence when you were strangling his cock like that.

"I know," you hummed, biting your lip as your climax grew closer and closer. "You feel so fucking good too, baby."

And Jesus Christ, fuck all the weeks of training because Joel was gone.

"Y-You're perfect" he groaned, looking straight into your eyes as his cock thrust home over and over again "Fuck babydoll, I-"

But his words were interrupted by the glorious moan you let out when a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you as you reached your climax.

You threw your head back, shutting your eyes as breathless gasps and moans resembling Joel's name found their way up your throat.

And Joel was right behind you, having been on the verge of filling you up with his come from the very first moment his dick had entered you.

You found him burying his face between your neck and shoulder as you opened your eyes again, the pounding of your heart the only sound filling your ears.

But then he looked up and you smiled, a satisfied, blissful smile, that quickly mutated into something more like fear when you watched him lower down your body until he was kneeling between your thighs yet again.

__ __ __

The first thing you felt when you woke up was the delicious soreness between your thighs.

Joel had kept had kept you to your word, and you had ended up regretting ever promising to let him make you come as many times as he wanted with his mouth somewhere around orgasm number four.

As much as you can regret something like that.

He had taken all your body could give all night long, yet as you opened your eyes and saw him looking at you, golden sunshine lighting his face, your body forgot all about how spent it was.

"Hi" you smiled, shuffling closer until you could hike a leg up his side.

His face was unreadable as he stared at you, his head resting on his hand as he lay on the side, supporting himself with an elbow.

"Mornin' darlin'"

His voice was even deeper and huskier in the morning, which naturally resulted in heat pooling low in your belly, and consequently ended up with your mouth crashing desperately with his.

But his kiss was weird; it was as if he was... restraining himself. Even as he moved some hair from your face and caressed your cheek, something wasn't quite right in his iris.

But everything seemed to work perfectly fine in his lower body.

You felt him harden against you and couldn't help but grind your mound on his lap, whimpering softly into his mouth.

"Joel" you hummed, struggling to keep your eyes open.

But just when you were about to guide him to lie down on his back, he stopped you.

"Sugar," he spoke as if it hurt him to do so, "Darlin', I don't know if I can do that."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I think you very much can," you smirked, enunciating your words with a roll of your hips.

You watched him swallow thickly as he barely shook his head.

"I'm the sore one, not you baby" you joked, but then you looked at him, really looked at him, and something inside you stopped.

Something was wrong.

And what was wrong was that Joel had woken up this morning and realized that all the "mine" bullshit his delusional brain had made up last night was nothing but that- delusion.

You weren't his, not at all, and he didn't even want you to be.

I mean, of course, he wanted to, but he cared about you enough to know you deserved better. You deserved someone your own age, with a life expectancy longer than twenty years, with much less blood on his hands, you deserved someone... someone that wasn't him.

The realization had hit him like a damn truck as he'd watched you sleep.

It hurt him, of course it did, brutally so. But he was ready to hurt if it meant setting you free and letting you meet someone who was enough for you.

"I- I can't do this anymore, sugar"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Did he just...

"I... I just can't"

"You mean you don't wanna have sex with me anymore?"

His gaze warmed now, his brown eyes conveying nothing if not care.

"That's the thing, babygirl... I like you" he murmured, "It- it ain't just sex for me, darlin'" and then he sighed as he confessed, "I-I don't think it ever really was"

You struggled to comprehend his words, your hearing suddenly muffled.

"And I know that's what you want. A-and it ain't right for me to ask you something like that... "

You were looking at him as if he were ripping your heart out. You didn't get it. What the fuck was happening?

"Ask me what?"

"To do something you don't wanna do... to have more than-this with someone like me." he spoke softly, vaguely gesturing between you two.

"I wasn't even supposed to be doin' this in the first place. You're so damn young and I... it ain't even right for me to be talkin' to ya about this, I just... 'm sorry sugar."

And all of a sudden, you were back. You were disoriented and felt fucking crazy, but your mind was back. And if he thought for a second this was it, he was painfully wrong.

"Joel," you called, but he was already up from the bed, pulling his pants on.

"No, please. It's hard enough as it is. I should just go. 'M real sorry, babydoll."

He carelessly put his flannel back on as you quickly threw a shirt on.

He'd reached the bedroom door by the time you'd gotten up from the bed.

"Joel- Stop"

He looked back in time for you to rush to him, grabbing his wrist.

"Stay" you begged.

But he was already shaking his head "Sugar-"

You interrupted him as soon as the word had left his mouth. You were done with whatever bullshit he was going on about.

"No. No. I'm gonna stop you before you go onto your whole thing about how wrong this is and how old you are for me Joel, 'cause I'm gonna tell you right now I don't give a single fuck"

Your resolution was back tenfold as you looked him right in the eyes.

"You don't get to decide what's right and wrong for me, and you don't get to make decisions for me. I was the one who started this whole thing, and I don't regret a single second of it."

"I'll admit it did start as sex for me, and I'm not really... used to doing more than what we've been doing, but- but I wanna do it, Joel. I wanna do it with you"

He was lost as he stared at you.

You didn't know what you were saying, he was... him.

"Darlin I-" he stuttered, "You don't have to say that for me I-"

"I'm not." You couldn't help but laugh "Jesus, Joel, I like you. I like you more than just for sex. I want more"

"I-"

Your hands intertwined behind his neck as you stood on your tiptoes.

"I'll gladly be your girlfriend if you'll be my boyfriend."

Joel's brain short-circuited.

"You deserve more than someone like m-"

"Joel, I swear to god you finish that sentence and I'll start screaming"

"But I'm-" You shot him a look that made him eat his own words "What will people think?"

"I couldn't care less what people think" you promised, meaning every word, "I want you. All of you"

His heart was about to explode.

You were serious.

You were seriously saying all this to him.

"I- You're sure?"

"Yes" you rolled your eyes before your mouth pulled into a wicked smirk "Are you?"

"Christ-" he laughed, his hands finding your waist as he leaned closer, your mouth an inch from his, "I can't think of anything I've ever been more certain in my life, doll."

And just like that, you were both smiling like idiots.

You really were his.

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