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the alchemy | vi. the aftermath

pairing: no outbreak!dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter rating: Explicit [18+ only, minors dni, dbf/secret relationship, age gap (joel is 34, reader is 24), oral (f!rec), soft dom!joel, bits of angst sprinkled in, not proofread—may contain some typos but i can’t be bothered to check]

summary: you and joel deal with the aftermath of last night. tommy and sarah are clued in.

wc: 3.1k

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Your eyes were sore and heavy when you batted them open in the early morning light that filtered through Joel’s blinds. His arm was a comforting weight banded under your arm and across your chest, hugging you tight to his front, gently reminding you of his presence. You turned your head, finding him already watching you with lidded eyes and a soft smile that encouraged one to grow on your face despite the ache in your chest.

“How ya feelin’?” he asked, his voice soft and low and raspy. His hand slipped lower to nestle beneath the cotton of your sleep shirt, rubbing softly against the skin of your stomach.

“Like shit,” you replied, resting your hand over his. “But you make it feel livable.”

Joel leaned forward to press a kiss against your shoulder, nuzzling his nose there to breathe in your scent. “I’m sorry, baby. Whatever you need, whatever I can do t’make things feel better, I’m here.”

You knew exactly how he could make things feel better, even if it were only a momentary bandage over your wounded heart.

You rolled over to face him, drawing your leg up to rest over his hips, your lips finding his in the soft morning air. “Distract me for a while.”

“It would be my honor, darlin’,” Joel said with a smile, his hand sliding down your back to palm your ass. “Can’t be at it for too long, though. Gotta pick up Sarah in half an hour.”

“Yeah, about that—“ You straddled his hips, forcing him to roll over onto his back. “What are we gonna tell her?”

Joel let out a soft sigh as he slid his hands up your sides, dragging your t-shirt up over your head. “Whatever you want to tell her.”

You melted a bit as he lifted his hips to grind against your clothed core, the fabric already damp.

“We can tell her the truth about us, that we’re together,” he said, leaning up to press his lips against your sternum. He trailed his kisses up to your neck, nipping at that spot beneath your ear that always sent shivers down your body. “Or we can make somethin’ up. Doesn’t matter t’me.”

You let out a sigh as his lips lowered to your breast, his warm tongue swiping across the stiff peak there while his hands palmed your ass, guiding you to rock against his clothed length. “I don’t wanna keep lying to people, especially Sarah.”

“Then we’ll tell her,” he said, expertly flipping you onto your back. You giggled at the sudden change in position and welcomed him between your open thighs as he kissed his way down your stomach. “Now if that’s all settled, I got a job to do down here.”

You smiled lazily at him, already feeling better, and lifted your hips to allow him to peel off your underwear.

You loved watching Joel. There was something so comforting about his face, the warmth in his eyes, the small creases on his forehead. He was truly beautiful, even doing the most mundane things. But when he looked like this—his hair messy from sleep, his eyes darkened with desire, his lips parted in awe as he stared down at your most intimate place—he was downright godly. You wanted to worship him, to kneel at his altar and simply bask in the glory of his beauty, both internal and external.

But for right now, you settled on watching in awe as he tasted you, a sinful groan rumbling against your seam as he savored your sweetness.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, circling a finger over your swollen bud. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

You keened under his praise, canting your hips up to meet his mouth again. He smiled at your neediness, locking eyes with you across the expanse of your torso. He banded one arm across your stomach, holding you down, while his dominant hand pressed your thigh to the mattress, spreading you wider for him.

“Shit,” you moaned, your hips twitching a bit as he focused his attention on your clit, sucking it into his mouth over and over with a vulgar slurp. “That feels so fucking good, Joel.”

“Mmhm,” he hummed against you, his tongue lapping at your entrance in-between sucks to your bud. “Hold your thighs, baby. Spread ‘em nice and wide for me.” You did as he asked, looping your arms beneath your knees and holding them to your chest to spread yourself open. “Mmhm, just like that. So fuckin’ pretty all spread open for me.”

Your cunt clenched at his words as he pulled back to gawk at you, spread open and more vulnerable than you’d ever been. His hands were spread across your ass, gripping and palming the flesh there as he licked his lips as though he were a starving man being presented a seven-course meal. “Joel, please. Touch me. Fuck me. Anything.”

He grinned, leaning back down and locking eyes with you as he licked a broad stripe from your tighter hole all the way up to your clit before slipping down to do it all over again. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of him tasting every inch of you, his tongue so warm and soft and skilled you felt like you might pass out from pleasure. Your thighs trembled in your arms, but you refused to let go of them, especially when Joel brought two of his beautifully thick fingers to your entrance and pressed them inside of you.

“Fuck!” He was curling them upwards, matching the pace of his tongue and lips as they worked over your clit. “Joel, fuck! I’m gonna—fuck.”

Your release hit you hard and agonizingly slow, pouring over you like warm honey. He worked you through it with his fingers, his lips pressing against the inside of your thigh as he mumbled his praise. “Good fuckin’ girl. So goddamn pretty when you cum on my fingers.”

You smiled at him, dopey and satisfied, and curled your finger at him to climb over you so that you could properly thank him with a kiss. Joel was grinning as he obliged, crawling on top of you and pressed his lips against yours in a slow, languid drag. “Do we have time for me to suck your dick?”

Joel moaned against your lips, pressing his clothed but achingly hard length against you as he turned his head to glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table. With a groan, he hung his head against your shoulder with a soft shake. “No, unfortunately for me and my achin’ dick, we do not.”

You frowned, combing your hands through his hair as he rested his head on your chest, melting on top of you. “Rain check for tonight, then?”

Joel kissed your chest and nodded. “Tonight, and tomorrow mornin’, and tomorrow night, and the night after that, and—“

“Yeah, I get it,” you laughed, watching him climb off you before tugging you out of bed.

“Tryin’ to find the silver linin’ and all that bullshit,” he said, wrapping you up in his arms for a quick squeeze before he went into the bathroom to run through his morning routine.

You decided on taking a shower while Joel was off picking Sarah up, but in the meantime, you desperately needed some coffee to help wake you up after the shitty night of sleep you’d gotten. Throwing on the baggy shirt that Joel had peeled off of you just thirty minutes prior, you padded your way downstairs to the kitchen.

You were too busy smiling at the ground like a lovesick fool to notice that the kitchen wasn’t empty like it should have been this early in the morning, but by the time you realized, it was too late.

There, beside the sink, stood none other than Tommy Miller with his jaw practically on the floor.

You squealed in shock, tugging the hem of your shirt down to cover the fact that you’d refrained from putting on any underwear while Tommy quickly closed his eyes and turned around with a murmured, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

“Tommy,” you breathed, reaching for the throw blanket that rested over one of the chairs at the dinner table beside you. “What—why are you here?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were decent. More decent, at least. To his credit, he didn’t look flustered by your state. Just a little hurt and very curious. “How long’s this been goin’ on?”

“A month or so,” you said, glancing back up the stairs as Joel’s bedroom door opened. “We were waiting to tell everyone, but then last night…well, my dad found out and shit hit the fan. Now I’m homeless and disowned, I guess.”

“Y’ain’t homeless,” Joel said, pressing a kiss to your head as he casually breezed past you to start up the coffee machine, a soft smile on his face. “Disowned, maybe. But we’re gonna work on that.”

“Well, I can’t say I saw this comin’, but I’m happy for y’all,” Tommy said, making it a point to look at Joel as he spoke. Although him and Maria seemed to be falling head over heels for one another, it was still an awkward situation for anybody to find themselves in. You couldn’t blame him for not being able to look at you. You still had a hard time looking at him. “Y’all tell Sarah yet? Is she here?”

“No and no. I need t’go pick her up at her friend’s house right about…” Joel said, checking his watch. “Shit, five minutes ago.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” you said, eyes pointedly glancing at Tommy as he stood awkwardly drinking his glass of orange juice by the sink. Joel smiled and walked over to you, pecking your lips before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Scared of bein’ left alone with your old flame?” he teased, earning a swat to his chest. He laughed, kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in half an hour. Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Mmhm,” you said, giving him a playful glare as he left through the front door.

“Were, uh—“ Tommy’s voice brought your attention back to him. He was chuckling softly, shaking his head. “Were you always into him like this?”

You felt your cheeks heat, still so unaccustomed to talking about your feelings for Joel to other people. But it felt nice, better than you’d imagined it would feel.

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging. “Since I met him, really.”

He chuckled again. “I must’ve been blind or an idiot to miss the way you look at him.”

You smiled, glancing down at your feet. “I think I hid it pretty well, so I wouldn’t go blaming myself if I were you. It…it wasn’t really ever supposed to happen, him and I. At least, I didn’t imagine it ever happening. For years, it was just my little secret crush.”

“Is that why you and I…you know, didn’t work?” He was staring into his empty cup, swirling around the few drops left in it, rather than looking at you.

“It was a big reason, yeah,” you admitted. “But you and I are also really different. I don’t think it would’ve worked out for a lot of reasons. You need someone outgoing, someone who matches your energy. It’s why I’m glad I was able to introduce you to Maria.”

He smiled at the mention of his girlfriend, like a teenager in love. “Yeah, she’s one of a kind, that woman.”

“Are things going well with you two?” you asked, pulling up a seat at the table. “Last time I talked to Maria, she was spitballing honeymoon ideas.”

Tommy laughed, walking over and pulling up the seat across from you. “Would it be crazy if I said I’ve already been lookin’ at rings?”

“Three weeks in and ready to propose? Nah, that’s perfectly sane,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

“I’m not planning on proposing anytime soon, just…window shopping,” he said, though the look in his eyes told you his idea of “anytime soon” and yours were a bit different. “I used to be so afraid to commit and settle down, but somethin’ about her just…I don’t know. I just like her, a lot.”

“I can tell,” you said, smiling at him. “I’m glad we both found our people.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Little weird that your person is my older brother, but I’m happy for ya nonetheless. I do feel like I should warn you about a couple things, though.”

“Oh yeah?” You laughed, nudging your chin at himc urging him to go on.

“For starters, never feed that fucker beans, unless you wanna get dutch ovened all night long,” he said, earning a laugh. “And make sure he changes his boots out a couple times a year. His feet start to fuckin’ stink like you wouldn’t believe when he doesn’t.”

By the time Tommy had got through warning you about every one of Joel’s “bad” traits, Joel and Sarah were walking through the door. Sarah carried a happy grin as she ran over to your side, hugging you tightly. Joel gave you a wink as he passed you, a box of donuts in his hands.

“I’m so happy you and my dad are in love!” Sarah exclaimed, jumping up and down. You gave Joel a wide eyed look as you fought off a laugh while Tommy chuckled unabashedly.

“I thought it’d be better to tell her myself,” he said, his eyes turning soft as he delivered a donut to you. No, scratch that. Not a donut, your favorite kind of donut.

God, this man never stopped making your heart melt.

“Was that alright?” he asked, his tone soft and careful. As if he expected you to be angry that he told his daughter in private.

“Of course it’s alright,” you said, kissing his palm as he reached to cradle your cheek.

“Ew, Sarah,” Tommy said, making a face as he welcomed his niece onto his lap, pointing at the two of you. “Aren’t they gross?”

“No,” she turned and gave him a stern look as she swatted his hand back down to the table. “Don’t make fun of them.”

“Good guard dog,” Joel said, earning a swat to his stomach.

“Daddy, can I have one like that?” Sarah pointed at your donut, reminding you of its existence. Joel had a way of making your mind go blank to everything that wasn’t him, but now your stomach was growling at the sight of it in front of you.

“Comin’ up, baby girl,” he said, grabbing one out of the box and setting it on a napkin. “Want me to cut it up for ya?”

“No,,” she said, making grabby hands for it as he walked it over to her. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Yeah. Thank you, daddy,” you echoed, making Joel arch his brow at you with interest.

“Y’all are sick,” Tommy scoffed, lifting Sarah off his lap so that he could stand up. “I came over to steal some orange juice, and now look what I have to deal with.”

“Oh, quit bitchin’,” Joel said, shoving a bear claw towards his brother. “You mind watchin’ Sarah for a little while we get ready?”

“I have a feelin’ get ready means somethin’ nasty, but yeah, I’ll watch her,” Tommy said, shaking his head. “Just keep your gettin’ ready noise to a minimum for our sake.”

“No promises,” you said, winking at him as you stood up with your donut, the throw blanket still wrapped around your shoulders like a cape as you led Joel upstairs to the sound of Tommy gagging.

The second you were behind closed doors, Joel had his hands on you. He pressed you against the door, shucking the blanket off your shoulders and molding his lips to slot between yours. You giggled at his eagerness and gentle pushed him away, just enough to speak. “Can we talk about how casual Sarah was about the two of us being together before you ravish me?”

Joel chuckled, leaning in to peck your lips. “Yeah, she wasn’t all that surprised when I told her. Just said she was happy because that meant she got to spend more time with you. Thinkin’ maybe she’s been more observant than we thought.”

“Or maybe we’ve just gotten sloppy at hiding it,” you said, combing his hair back with a sad smile. “Either way, I’m glad it’s out in the open now, and that at least there’s a few people in our lives that support us.”

Joel frowned, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Your dad’s gonna come around. I know it.”

You let out a deep exhale and shrugged. “I just wish I could’ve told him in my own way. I hate that he found out like that.”

“It was my fault,” Joel said, resting his forehead against yours. “I should’ve double-checked—“

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “No, it was no one’s fault. I shouldn’t have had to sneak around behind his back to be happy. And he shouldn’t have blown up like that. I know I lied—we lied—but there was a big part of me that hoped once he found out, he’d just be happy for me. Happy that I’m happy. Happy that I’m in love for the first time in my life.”

Joel softened at that, pulling you in for a hug. He tucked your head beneath his chin and held you close, allowing your heartbeats to sync in time with one another.

Moments like these, when it was just the two of you, made all the hard shit totally and completely worth it.

“Love you, honey,” Joel said, kissing the top of your head.

Those three words you never once expected to hear slip from his lips had found their way straight to your heart, carved in the deepest and most precious part of you. No matter what happened, you’d always have that—the forever mark of Joel’s love.

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