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yeollie-plz · 1 year ago

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Light The Flame

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 2

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy is a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing

Gif credits to owners!

Inspired by this post from @deathsholywaterr ! I hope I did your idea justice!!

Also this shit is long so buckle up!

It had been about three months since your parents' divorce was officially finalized. Your dad had moved out long ago and with no other ties keeping her in California, she decided to move back to her hometown in Texas. And although you would miss your friends and the life you had in LA, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed (and deserved) a change. Plus, you had just found out your boyfriend was sleeping with your so called best friend. So, yeah, you wanted to get out as soon as possible.

All of your stuff was packed into a moving van and moved across the United States. You knew Texas would be super different, but a welcome change. Not to mention a chance to reinvent yourself. Taking college classes and finding your path in life, that was the goal. But, of course, a girl still needs to have a bit of fun and you and you had heard Texas nightlife was very fun!

That's how you found yourself, perched on a barstool, at a downtown Austin bar, listening to drunk people sing karaoke only hours after unpacking your clothes. You giggled lightly to yourself as a very drunk man hit a way too high note. Rotating the barstool around to place your now empty glass on the counter and just as you were about to motion the bar tender over to order another a man settled in next to you. He leaned against the counter, a bit closer to you than you would've liked.

"Hello gorgeous, how 'bout you let me get you a drink?" His words slurred together as the smell of the beer on his breath wafted towards you. Your nose scrunched in disgust.

"How about no?" Your tone was sweet, but your words were not as you batted your eyelashes at the man. He was cute, but you weren't exactly in the mood for flirting especially with someone as intoxicated as him.

"Come on, one drink. We don't even gotta have a conversation, just wanna know your name. I'm Tommy by the way." He held out his hand, with how close he was it almost hit you in the face. You recoiled.

That's when a different man appeared next to the two of you, he grabbed Tommy by the bicep and yanked his hand back. Then pulled his body a few feet away from you, finally giving you the space you had been wanting the whole time.

"I'm sorry about him, sugar. My brother is an idiot and I'm an idiot for thinking he'd be okay alone for five minutes." He turns to Tommy. "Can't even let me pee, without causing me problems, can you?"

Trying to hold back your smile, you flattened out your skirt, getting rid of the imaginary wrinkles in it. The brother's eyes lock onto your hands, seemingly just now taking you in. He gulps as his eyes glaze over, then clears his throat.

"I really am sorry about him. Here, let me buy you a drink." He says and you almost giggle at how badly the two brothers want to buy you alcohol.

"Don't worry about it! Sadly, I am used to drunk men coming up to me. I appreciate it though, but honestly I should get home." He looks lost in thought, like he's debating offering to drive you home. But just as he opens his mouth Tommy slips and falls, almost taking his brother down with him. Then, who you're assuming is the older one tries to get him back to his feet.

He continues to struggle to get Tommy up, as you stand from your seat after placing a few dollars onto the bar for tip. Tommy drops to the floor again and he sighs. Ruffling through his pocket he pulls out his card and hands it to you.

With a quick, "If you ever want that drink." Before getting Tommy to his feet and pushing him back to where they must have been sitting. You glance at the card wanting to know his name.

Joel

A few days later, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Half in an attempt to orientate yourself with the new areas and half just looking for what sounded good. You wanted snacks, just weren't sure what exactly. As you pushed your now pretty full cart down the wine aisle, you saw a familiar face at the other end.

You tracked him with your eyes for a second before his met yours. A smile graced his lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. Honestly you were surprised yourself. Not only did he recognize you, but he was happy to see you.

Making his way towards you, he offered you a small wave, which you returned. Your cheeks heated up slightly, you remembered he was attractive, but now in the bright florescence it showed even more. Glancing down at your outfit, you cursed yourself for not putting in just a bit more effort this morning.

"Hello again." Joel said when he finally made it over to you.

"Hello again," You mirrored his words, "Wasn't sure you would recognize me just now." You cursed yourself at the words you let slip out. Insecurities on full display.

"Of course I would recognize that beautiful face again." He says nonchalantly, like he didn't just openly call you beautiful. Like he didn't just openly flirt with you!

Cheeks flushed, you cleared your throat, "Did...uh...did you and Tommy get home alright?" He smiles like you've said something funny.

"We did, you?" Awkwardly, you shift your weight.

"I did."

He looks at you with the same smile from before, something mischievous now playing in his eyes. Cocking his head at you, he looks like he is trying to get you to say more.

"You never called, don't want that drink, sugar?" Now you are adorning a playful look back. He was scared you weren't going to call him?

"I was getting to it." You say, simply. Not wanting to come off too desperate, but also not letting his hopes get dashed.

"I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Joel takes a step closer to you.

"I might be at the bar sometime this weekend, maybe you will." At your words his eyes darken slightly. He knows you are toying with him.

Taking one more step towards you he leans down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "Maybe I will." And he's trying to play back. He smirks at you before offering you another wave and walking off into the depths of the store.

You are left there, blinking and blushing at his retreating figure.

That weekend, you were doing your makeup oh so precisely. The dress you had picked out hugged your figure perfectly. You wore your best heels. Your hair was meticulous. Now to just hope Joel showed.

It's not like the two of you picked a specific day or time so what if he wasn't there? You couldn't think like that, you could only hope for the best and look your best too.

As you pushed open the door of the same bar you had first met Joel at the cool air washed over you, causing you to shiver. That's when your eyes met with his. It was almost like he had his eyes trained onto the door, just waiting for you to arrive. It looked like he chuckled at your shiver as he stood and made his way over to you.

"Cold princess?" His head cocked at you in amusement.

You crossed your arms, "Actually I'm just fine." And with a nod you saunter past him and towards the bar to order a drink.

He follows closely behind him and you just know he's smirking at your response. Joel lets you attempt, and fail, to gain the bartenders attention. Before he places a hand lightly on your shoulder and nods as if to say "watch this".

Bringing his fingers to his lips he blows out a loud whistle, your eyes widen in shock. He smirks down at you before making eye contact with the bar tender who is now staring incredulously at Joel.

"Joe, think you can get my girl here a drink?" My girl? He didn't mean it like that, he couldn't have.

"Only since she's so pretty. But you? I've told you about doing that, Miller. So annoying." The bartender, Joe, mumbles the last part more to himself but both you and Joel hear it. Joel laughs behind you, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back. A shiver runs down your spine.

He leans down, talking into your ear, "Sure you aren't cold?"

You roll your eyes, he knows what he's doing. Actually, he's doing it on purpose. Letting out a scoff, you readjust your position on the stool allowing your body to graze against Joel's a bit more. His hand reaches out to grip the edge of the bar. You can feel his eyes boring into you, his knuckles are turning white. Yep, you know what you're doing as well.

And just as Joel was about to say something else to you, Joe comes back with two drinks in hand. He passes a smaller glass to Joel, with what you assume is scotch in it. Then he passes a taller glass with a mixed drink in it to you. Its the same drink you got the other night you came in and you wonder how Joe remembered. But you brush it off as good customer service and take a sip of your fruity drink.

Joel smirks down at you as you are obviously enjoying your drink ad sips his as well. The ice clinks in his glass when he sits down the half empty vessel next to you.

Once again, he speaks into your ear, "Why don't we find a booth?" Nodding in response, he holds his hand out to you to help you off of the stool. You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman he is.

The two of you sat and talked for hours. Subtle flirts, learning about each other, anything and everything. Although you weren't sure you were ready for a relationship after the train wreck that was your last one, you enjoyed Joel's company and it seemed like he enjoyed yours. Plus, it didn't hurt to just have a strictly physical relationship, did it?

Thats how you found yourself agreeing to another date with Joel. Thats how you found yourself moving your hips into his on the dance floor. And thats how you found yourself in his bed later that night.

Currently he was sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs straddling his as you kissed fervently. Your hips moved seemingly on their own, grinding your clothed core down onto his jean clad member. He groans into your mouth when you grind down even rougher. Big hands grip onto your hips, stilling your movements.

"Careful princess." His voice is deep as he mutters into your lips before catching them in a deep kiss again. This causes you to now let out a moan. Damnit if you weren't the most turned on you've ever been.

Joel seems to catch onto the faster movements of your hips, knowing you need more. His lips trial down your neck to the juncture of your shoulder, he bits you lightly before licking over the marks. You gasp, bucking your hips forward at the feeling. He smirks against your skin and moves his lips down your exposed chest. Silently thanking yourself for wearing such a low cut top.

Lips ghost against the skin of your breast before he pulls your shirt aside to let one boob out of its constraints. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and that's when you fully loose yourself into the pleasure. If you weren't fucked before, you sure were now. Well...you were going to be soon hopefully.

Pulling off of your bud, his breath fans over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes as a smirk graces his lips.

"Either you're always cold or I really have an effect on you." He says, craning his neck back towards your lips. You roll your eyes before he's meeting lips with your own and flipping you over to lay on the bed.

Your head lands all but gracefully on the plush surface, his lips never leaving yours. The hands that were on your hips, now explored your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. One massaged your still covered breast, the other slowly made its way up the inside of your thigh. His fingers tentatively crossed over your core and up to the buttons of your pants. Your need to have him inside of you grew stronger as you lifted your hips involuntarily, trying to urge him to take of your pants.

"So desperate." Is all Joel says before he is popping open the first button. Then the next. Then the next. Slowly he unbuttons them all and pulls your pants just as slowly down your legs. The pace makes you whimper out.

He was right, you were desperate. But with how slow he was going, who wouldn't be?

"I want to taste that pretty pussy." Joel says as he finally makes eye contact with your lacy underwear.

"Please, I just want you inside me." He gives you a look at your words, like he wasn't sure you meant it. Or he wasn't sure you were that ready?

"Next time, please Joel just fuck me already."

He seems to contemplate this for a second, but ultimately agrees, "Your wish is my command."

He slips out of his own shirt and quickly slides his jeans off too. Standing there in just his underwear, you swear you could pass out from the view alone. But your head was too cloudy to say anything. Joel seemed to see the lust in your eyes and just shook his head before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

"Take your shirt off for me, sugar." Its a bit more of a request than a command but you follow it like it was an order. You had to admit it was a bit sexy to be told what to do.

"Good girl, let me see how wet you are." He stands over you while stroking his hardening dick through his underwear. You watch in awe before following his instructions and pull your own panties off of you.

Spreading your legs, you display your pussy to him and he groans at the sight. He strokes himself a bit faster as you slide your fingers through your soaked folds. Fingers dip into your opening and you hold back your reaction, keeping your eyes locked onto his. When your fingers are thoroughly coated in your juice, you trail them up your torso to your mouth. Sucking your fingers in and licking them clean.

Darkness fills Joel's eyes as he decides this is the last straw and he is on top of you in a instant. Pulling your fingers out of your mouth he shoves them into his own, swirling his tongue around your digits.

Quickly he pushes off of you just to take off his underwear and slip the condom onto his painfully hard penis. You gulp at the sight, mouth watering like you've been in a desert for days. You make a note that next time you must also taste him.

But, these thoughts leave your head as quickly as they came because Joel is pushing his member into you. As the tip breaches your entrance, you are gasping and gripping onto his arms for support. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as he begrudgingly paces himself, trying to let you adjust

You almost giggle at the pained look on his face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hook your ankles together and pull him the rest of the way inside of you. He has to catch himself from falling on top of you from both a mixture of shock and the forceful nature of your movement.

Eyes meet yours with a shocked look. You just give him a smirk and a shrug in return. Regaining his composure, he pulls out of almost completely. So painfully slowly that you almost keel over. You know its your punishment for what you had done and you were feeling the full force of your actions.

But, the punishing doesn't last long as he enters you again. He thrusts out to his tip again only quicker and rougher. Continuing this action of thrusting in and out of you picking up a tempo.

After letting out another moan when he slams into you particularly hard, you crane you neck slightly to see the look on his face. He seems to have fully lost himself in the pleasure. The teasing is all lost and he is now fully focused on getting you both to your orgasms.

Joel is now fucking into you with no more reservations. He reaches a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubs the bud in circles, trying to work you towards your peak.

"Cum for me, princess." He says with a grunt, gripping your hips roughly. His hips snap into yours roughly.

You feel the beginnings of your orgasm. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Your hips buck up at the feeling, needing to orgasm.

"Joel!" You gasp out as you are pushed over the edge. You clench around his cock, pussy urging him to cum as well.

Working you through your orgasm, he continues his motions on your clit. He thrusts are getting a bit out of rhythm as he is also reaching his own peak. Leaning over you he reattaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

As his hips stutter into yours he is thrusting into you one last time before spilling his load into the condom. Joel moans into your mouth as he works himself through his orgasm. Hips slow down as his orgasm ends and Joel is plopping down next to you. Wrapping you in his arms as his member is still inside of you.

All that is heard in the room is heavy breathing for a minute as Joel's sweaty body surrounds yours. You look up at him and his eyes meet yours. A smile graces his lips before he is pecking your nose and bringing you even closer to him.

Eventually, he pulls out of you and ties of the condom. Moving to toss it in the en suite before returning just to wrap you back into his warm embrace.

After the first time you and Joel hooked up, the two of you hung out at least three times a week. You would go to the bar, get a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit. But you would always end up back at Joel's place. In his bed. In his arms.

Your mom was also starting to catch onto something going on with you. With you coming home late, giggling on your phone, smiling randomly at the thought of Joel. Not to mention, you were acting a bit shady. Even your friend noticed a change when she called you the other day.

But it was nothing but physical, right? Right...

Pushing open the door as silently as you could, you slightly stumbled into the dark house. Still a little tipsy as well as a bit of jelly legs from your earlier activities. Slipping off your shoes and picking them up so your heels wouldn't echo, you tried to reach the stairs to your room.

The minute your hand grabbed the banister, the lights in the living room flipped on like some movie scene. Your mom sat on the couch, arms crossed staring at you.

Jumping you tried to calmly greet her, "Hey mom."

"Don't 'hey mom' me, where have you been?" She was never this serious, so it scared you slightly.

"Out, I found a bar in town and I've been hanging out there." You didn't want to mention Joel just yet. One because how did you explain to your mom that you had a fuck buddy. And two that that fuck buddy was almost twice your age.

"By yourself?" Shit, she saw right through you.

"I mean, I talk to a few people there. Made friends with the bar tender. Well sort of, he's a bit serious and-"

She held up her hand to stop your rambling. You snapped your mouth shut.

"Who drove you home?" Joel had been driving you home from his house almost every time you guys hung out. He didn't like you taking a taxi that late.

You gulped, "I got a taxi."

"I know that's not true, Y/N. You're seeing someone. I can tell. You're different since we moved here and I think it has to do with someone." Your eyebrows furrow at her confession. Was she mad at you for staying out or mad at you for keeping secrets from her?

"Okay, maybe I am. I'm an adult!" You really weren't sure what she wanted to hear at this moment.

"You are, but I just want to make sure you are responsible."

Now you were rolling your eyes and crossing your arms back at her.

"Responsible? I can assure you I am." What did she think? That you were going around sleeping with randos and not using protection?

"Good," She stood up now and made her way over to you, "I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetie. After all that happened before..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt on your face at the mention of your ex.

She continued, "Anyways, I can see you're happy, so I won't pester you much about it anymore. But, can you at least try to come home earlier. You know I worry." She places a kiss on your forehead and moves past you up the stairs a bit, only turning back to hear your reply.

"I will, I'm sorry you were worried." You smile at her, she returns that smile.

Making her way to her room she shouts back one more thing before closing herself in her room, "And I wanna meet him sometime!"

This has you gulping, breathing cut short, body rigid. How were you going to get out of this one?

The next morning as you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by your overly excited mother.

"Morning sweetie!" You almost cringe at her loud voice, feeling the effects of your late night.

"Morning." You grumble out, before making your way to the pantry to find something to eat.

She's humming to herself as she cooks some eggs on the stove. At first you don't think much of it, until you notice her almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. It makes you take a pause, she was excited about something and she definitely wanted to tell you about it.

"Why are you so happy?" You ask with a smile in your voice. Leaning against the pantry door, you make eye contact with her. She blushes, smiles, and then looks back down at her eggs.

"Remember how I told you I went out with a group of friends from high school the other night?" You nod recalling how she animatedly told you about that night and all the nostalgia.

"Well, we are all hanging out again tonight. I'm just excited." Now you nod in acknowledgement. But she did seem a bit more excited than just a hang out, eh whatever.

You went back to looking for your cereal, grabbing it and a bowl. While pouring your cereal into your bowl, your mom speaks again.

"Plus, I might have a man too." Jumping slightly at her confession, you almost spill your cereal. You weren't sure you were ready for her to date again. It seemed weird after your parents had just divorced. You'd never seen either of them with anyone else, just strange.

She continues without you saying anything, "We went to school together. Used to have a bit of crush on him back then, but never worked out. Anyway, he was with us that other night and when I tell you he aged well!"

Almost laughing at how your mom was acting like one of your friends. Cute little crush and everything! You still felt a bit weird about hearing something like this from her. First of all, ew! Second of all, was she ready?

"Oh, that's nice." Is all you can manage to say, before taking a bite of your cereal, that you had just finished pouring milk into.

"'That's nice.'" She repeats, setting her spatula down and not making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, mom, that's nice. It will be nice for you, after dad..." You trail off, not sure if this is a sore subject or not. The two of you didn't talk much about the divorce anymore. So you thought it better to tread lightly.

"I think so too." She says, a bit more happier now as she resumes her eggs.

Yep, it will be nice.

After your awkward breakfast with your mom, you returned to your room to text Joel. If your mom was going out, you might as well too, right?

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message. Quickly dropping whatever you were previously doing you crashed down onto your stomach on your bed. Kicking your feet as you unlocked your phone to read the message.

Joel: Sorry, sugar but I have plans tonight. Tomorrow?

You sigh, guess everyone was busy tonight.

You: No worries! See you tomorrow!

Sighing, you flipped onto your back, staring at your ceiling trying to think of what was going to keep you occupied tonight.

You decided to take the time for a self care night. Painted your nails, did a face mask, read a bit, before ultimately ending up in the bath.

The soak felt nice and after weeks of not focusing on yourself enough, it also felt nice to just relax. Plus, if you were glowing the next time you saw Joel, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you.

That's how you found yourself, wrapped up in your soft robe propped up at your vanity. Hair wrapped in a towel while you rubbed lotion into your legs.

Just as you were finishing up, the doorbell rang downstairs. Sighing, not really wanting an interruption, but needing to answer it nonetheless. You pushed up from your seat and made your way downstairs. Not even bothering to change out of your robe.

And you would have never expected what you were about to see on the other side of the door as you swung it open.

There stood Joel and another lady, trying to hold up your very drunk mother. Eye immediately lock onto Joel's, an apologetic look on his face as he wasn't sure what to say.

Your mother however saw you and tried to rush at you to hug you. Slurring about this and that. How much fun she had, how pretty you were, anything and everything that came to her inebriated mind.

Joel and the lady held her back, trying to keep her on her feet and off of you. After the initial shock of the moment, you finally realized they were probably trying to get you to let them inside.

"Oh! Um, come in. I'm sorry about her, uh maybe just put her on the couch?" You gesture towards the living room and move aside to let all three of them through. Joel glances back at you as you close the door, eyes also trained onto him.

They try to place your mother onto the couch as carefully as they can, but she falls to the side anyways. You are almost horrified at the situation. Joel, here. Your mom, drunk. Joel with your drunk mom.

Joel clears his throat while the lady is busying herself with your mom, "As you can see, she's a bit tipsy." He states the obvious, you bite your lip as he shuffles from foot to foot nervously.

"A bit." You conclude.

"Yeah, uh, it might have been my idea to play a drinking game. Sorry!" The lady on the couch calls over her shoulder, returning to your mom.

Your eyes never leave Joel's. As the shock subsides, you finally put some pieces together. Your mom was going to see some high school friends. Joel was one of your mom's high school friends. You were hooking up with your mom's friend. Fuck!

Joel tries to read your face, you can see how he wants to go over to you. Wants to apologize properly or explain himself. Anything to make you feel better.

"Sug-Uh, Y/N right?" He almost lets his pet name for you out. You nod, like he doesn't moan out your name nightly.

"'m Joel and that's Linda." You nod again. What then fuck is happening right now?

"Do you think we should take her upstairs?" The lady, Linda, finally turns to look at you. She scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. Eyes shift to Joel, who is seemingly now taking in your appearance as well. You notice his Adam's apple bob a bit as he tries to wet his now very dry mouth.

"I mean, she will probably be fine there. One night on the couch isn't so bad." You try to joke but Linda's face stays stern.

"I'll take her up, can you bring her some water?" She looks to you and you nod again, now gulping at how serious she is.

Linda grabs your mom off the couch and surprisingly easily takes your mom up the stairs.

"The door on the left." You call out, realizing you never told her. Linda grunts in acknowledgement before taking your mom into your room. The second the door closes, Joel speaks.

"Linda's a bit serious."

"A bit serious? I was gonna say scary." He laughs at your statement.

"She is, isn't she?" He laughs again, before stopping as his eyes latch onto yours.

"Baby..." He trails off, not sure what to say.

"So, you're friends with my mom?" He nods. You open your mouth once, twice, before closing it again. Also not sure what to say.

"Obviously, I didn't know until she gave me the address tonight. Then I didn't know what I was going to say to you. I couldn't act like I knew you and-" He stops his rambling as you step towards him, placing a hand on his chest.

"It's okay, I know you didn't know. I know you wouldn't keep something like that from me." His hand engulfs yours, pulling it up to his mouth to peck your palm.

"You're so good to me." Taking a step closer, his forehead rests on yours.

You giggle, "You're so good to me."

The two of you sit there in silence for a second before he speaks again.

"You look so pretty right now, angel. I wish I could kiss you."

"You could." You confirm, bringing your face closer to his.

And right as he is about to attach his lips to yours, something crashes up stairs. you jump back from Joel at the sound before the two of you rush upstairs. Just to find Linda and your mom on the floor, laughing. You sigh in relief before noticing the pile of book knocked off the bookshelf.

"What happened?" You ask.

"She fell while trying to put her pants on. Knocked over all these books and me." Linda replies in between laughs. Only a bit shocked by her switch in emotions, you sign again.

"It's okay, you guys have done enough. I'll put her to bed now and clean that up in the morning. Thank you for everything." Linda nods, stands, and dusts herself off. Before looking to Joel who just gestures for her to go first.

Joel glances back at you once last time. Almost taking a step towards you, before shaking his head and following behind Linda.

The front door closes down stairs and your attention returns to your mom who is still sitting on the floor. Her head is slumped over and her breathing is even, like she has fallen asleep just like that.

"Come on, mom, let's get you to bed." You reach under her arms to lift her up. She doesn't help but falls into another giggling fit. Trying so hard not to laugh to you push her down under her seats, tucking her in just like she used to when you were little.

"That was him." She says all of a sudden.

"That was who?" You reply, not fully listening as you pick up one of the books.

"The guy I was telling you about. The one that grew up well. He's hot right?" You stop mid movement of picking up another book. What?

But before you can even say anything else soft snores come from the bed. You stand up and place the book back onto their shelf. Leaving the room silently.

You lean against the door once you shut it, stomach tying into knots.

The guy your mom is interested in is the guy that you are currently seeing. What the fuck?

The next morning it was your mom's turn to come into the kitchen groaning. Holding her head she sits at one of the barstools at the island.

"Morning sunshine." You greet her with a laugh while sipping your coffee.

She just grunts in response, you laugh again. Turning to make her her own mug of coffee, knowing that's exactly what she wants right now.

You slide it over to her, her eyes widen for only a second before lifting the mug to her lips. As soon as the liquid touches her tongue she is smiling into the brim of it.

"Thank you." She says as she places it back onto the counter. You raise your own mug to her in a "you're welcome" gesture. She sighs.

"Did I embarrass myself last night?" Groaning again while rubbing her temples.

You laugh, "Only a little." Holding up a pinching gesture with the hand not holding your coffee.

You take a sip while your mom speaks again, "Oh! But you met Joel right? What do you think?" And that's when you choke. You were kind of hoping she didn't bring up Joel.

"That bad?" Your mom chuckles while you try to recover from your coughing fit.

"Uh...um he didn't seem too bad." You finally say as you recover just enough to let the words out.

Your mom only nods, taking your short answer as enough.

What were you going to do?

You had sent a text earlier in the day to confirm with Joel that the two of you were still on for tonight. Although, you were a bit confused by the whole situation currently. You knew how you felt about Joel and honestly you were tired of hiding it from not only yourself but also him.

Now you could only hope he felt the same. That hope, however, came fully to fruition when the you showed up to Joe's bar and Joel was standing there waiting for you, bouquet in hand. You almost teared up at the gesture.

When you crossed the bar to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your body into his. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before handing the flowers to you.

"Sorry again about last night." You hit his chest at his statement. He backs up in shock, mouth wide open. His dramatics make you laugh.

"Stop saying sorry, it isn't your fault. My mom should be apologizing to you!"

"Still I should've at least warned you we were coming." Dramatics dropped as he looks down at his feet.

"While you were driving? Joel Miller!" Now you are the one being overdramatic and it makes him laugh like it had made you laugh.

"Fine, but I still feel bad."

You sigh, "Fine, but you're not sitting in this corner all night! Dance with me!" You grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor.

When you start dancing he is only swaying his hips a bit, not fully into it. But you aren't having any of that, you grab his arms and slide his hands down your sides. Flipping around so your ass makes contact with his crotch. This seems to make him react as he grabs your hips in almost a warning.

Although, of course, this only eggs you on to continue your teasing. Grinding your hips back into his like that very first night the two of you hooked up. You spin back around, hands moving up his stomach and chest finally resting latched behind his neck. Your head is tossed back as you continue to move your hips dangerously close to his own. Neck is on full display for Joel and he takes this as an opportunity to crane down and place a soft kiss there.

His head now rests on your shoulder using his hands to help move your hips in time with his. You smile, he must be feeling a bit better now. So when he raises his head out of the crook of your neck you raise your own to meet eyes.

But you don't see lust there, you see something else. Love? It makes you gulp, goosebumps raising on your skin as he leans down to bring his lips to yours.

And when he pulls away, "I want you." He says, but it isn't in the lustful way he usually says it. Not sure how to reply, you smirk teasingly.

"Then take me."

"Not like that, baby. I-I want you. I-" Words seem to stop at the top of his throat, fearing that they will topple over.

Still unsure, you say the first thing that comes to mind, "You have me. I've been yours for a while, Joel." The look in his eyes sparks almost unnoticeably.

"You're mine?" You nod. "Promise?" Another nod.

"Come home with me?" Instead of answering, you attach your lips to him.

Waking up in Joel's arms felt so much different than all the times you had been in his bed and in his arms before. Something about the intimacy of your conversation from the night before and the intimacy of being in his bed now. You were just so serene. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it.

Obviously, after leaving Joe's you ended up at Joel's place once again. Although this time you had told your mom so she wouldn't worry and you had also, at Joel's request, told her that you weren't going to come home at all tonight.

Of course, like all the nights before Joel and you had ended up fucking, but last night felt different. It was slower, it was intimate, it was like he was making love to you. If you had asked Joel he would tell you that's exactly what he was doing.

Glancing over at Joel, you see that he is still asleep. You try to carefully let yourself out of grip to get out of bed but his strong arms keep you there.

As you try again, he just grips you tighter letting out a groan. He opens his eyes slowly.

"Don't leave me." He says while still waking up.

"I'm not leaving, Joel, I-" He cuts you off by pulling you roughly into his side.

"Joel-" you warn with a squeak as he pushes on your stomach with the heel of hi hand. "-I need to pee."

He still doesn't let you up. Just nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath tickles your neck.

"If you don't let me go, I'll end up peeing in your bed." You try to warn him again and finally he lets you go with a sigh.

But before you can make it fully into the bathroom he is calling out behind you.

"You're mine?" Your eyes roll.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Joel." Another warning tone.

"Promise." This time it wasn't a question.

"I promise. Now let me go pee!"

After peeing, you returned to Joel who was still sprawled out in bed. He brought you back into his arms as quickly as he could. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just bathing it each other's warmth.

Until Joel's hands started wandering. First it started with rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Then the circles moved to your thighs. The circles becoming less soothing and more whimper inducing. Then they moved to just above the waistband of your pants (boxers you had borrowed from Joel). Only for them to dip past that waistband just a second later. Now teasing your already dripping slit.

Whimpering out, Joel caught your sound with his lips. Letting his tongue taste yours. The kiss was slow, passionate. No matter how much he wanted you, he was taking it slow.

His fingers continued teasing your pussy lips, collecting your juices before slipping just the tip of fingers past your folds. Gasping, you bit down on his lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. The shock made him loose himself for a second but he recovered quickly and continued teasing you.

He did this for a minute or two never letting his lips leave yours. Bringing his fingers to your clit he rubbed the bud a few times before slipping his hand out of pants. You whined at the loss.

"I need to be inside of you. Can't wait any longer." He says before pushing you to turn around so he was now behind you.

You heard Joel rustling through his nightstand for a second before tearing open a package. Shifting away from your warmth for only a second to slide his underwear down and slip the condom on.

As quickly as he can he is returning to touching you, hand moving up under your shirt. Lips are on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin.

The hand in your shirt moves up to tease your boob, massaging both of them. The other hand is moving back to the waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs as much as he can in the position that you are in. You help him by lifting your hips a bit.

Joel slides his dick into you from behind, it being easy from till being a bit stretched out from last night. Not to mention all the teasing and the amount of wetness that is almost dripping down your thighs at this point.

You don't even need to adjust to the stretch, "Please Joel." You breath out. He continues fucking into behind and kissing at your neck.

Hand is still in your shirt, just holding onto your tit. The other is holding your hip in place, like he thinks you'll slip away from him. He is fully seated inside of you when he slowly pulls out of you to hi tip, before fucking back into all the way to the hilt.

He continues his slow and steady pace, just taking his time with your body. Needing to feel all of you. Needing you.

Thrusting his dick in and out of you. Working both of you towards your release. Morning sex with Joel was definitely different than any of the sex you've ever had with him before but you were loving it. You loved how he was taking his time. He didn't want either of you to get overstimulated.

The hand that was on your hip wrapped around to tease your clit. The strokes were as slow as his thrusts. But he strokes once particularly roughly and you are moaning, turning your head to try and meet lips with Joel. He obliges and connects your lips.

This is what sends you hurtling towards your end. The softness of the kiss, the circles on your clit, and the slow yet perfect thrusts. It crashes over you unexpectedly and has you moaning out loudly disconnecting your lips just so you can catch your breath.

And the feeling of your walls clenching onto his member has him closer to his peak quickly as well. He's usually very sensitive in the morning so he isn't very surprised. So when you seemed to have caught your breath and you no longer are jerking with your orgasm, Joel is placing his lips back on yours. Kissing you deeply as he swallows your breathy moans from the overstimulation.

This causes him to reach his peak, cumming into the condom with a throaty moan. Thrusting roughly into you a few times to work himself through his orgasm. When he is finished he is pulling out of you and using your shoulder to turn you back to face him.

He pulls your head into his chest. Breathing is still a bit labored as the two of you just feel the other person. Appreciating the comfort. Breathing in each other's scents, content.

Later that day after a shower, with Joel, he drove you back to your house to drop you off. You didn't have any clothes with you after all, so you at least had to change and because you didn't exactly want to leave Joel yet, when you didn't see your mom's car in the driveway you convinced Joel to come up with you.

He didn't protest much after you promised him your mom would not be returning any time soon. So he followed you through the house and into your room. You ushered him in and watched as he took it all in. Shutting the door behind you two, you made your way across the room to Joel.

Wrapping your arms around him from behind as he looked at some pictures on your desk. You hadn't realized until now but Joel had never seen the way you lived and it was comforting to finally have him in your space.

"That's when I was seven." You said as he picked up a picture of you with a soccer ball in hand, blue jersey hanging on your little torso. "I begged my dad to sign me up for soccer and only did it for about three weeks before I decided I hated it." You laugh at the memory.

He laughs too and places it down, now picking up a picture of you and your friend from prom.

"That feels like ages ago." You muse, "There used to be another girl in this picture but she uh she fucked my boyfriend so I cut her out." You nod into his back before disconnecting your arms and moving across the room to sit on your bed. Playing with your hands, he places the photo down and moves to sit with you.

"I'd never do that to you." He says after a beat of silence.

"Fuck my boyfriend? I hope not." You try to joke but it doesn't fully reach your voice.

Joel grabs your hands, "Cheat on you." He says the thing you weren't sure you wanted to hear. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.

So he speaks instead, "You deserve the world and I want you to know that I'm prepared to give it to you." You smile, finally bringing your eyes to his.

"You sound so old!" You jest as you hit his chest. He grabs your wrist using it pull you forward into him. You fall into his chest, Joel uses that as an opportunity to stable you by a hand on your hip.

"If I really was that old, I don't think I could fuck you the way I do." He tone is laced with seduction as he brings his lips to ghost yours. Breath fans over your face, causing you to shiver. He smirks almost bringing up the inside joke of you being cold all the time. But throws this away to instead attach his lips to yours.

The kiss is fiery, not like the ones from this morning that were filled with passion, this one was like he needed to prove something. Prove he would always be yours and you would always be his.

His lips and his hands have you so much in a trance that neither of you hear a car pulling into the driveway. Or the front door opening. Or your mom calling out your name. Or climbing up the stairs. Or opening your door.

But you do hear the gasp and the sound of bags dropping to the floor as your mom sees the two of you. Pulling away quickly both you and Joel jump away from each other like a fire was just lit between you. Your head snaps to look at your mom and then back to Joel and notice she is doing the same thing with the both of you.

"Mom, I-" You try to explain but loose your words and good thing too because they would be falling on deaf ears anyways. With her blinking twice and rushing out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the house, and driving away.

You look back to Joel who has a mortified look on his face, then back to the doorway your mom was just in.

"Shit."

Part 2 !!!!!!!

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lanadelnegan · 2 years ago

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Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

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minnieearsposts · 3 months ago

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Do you have any spare birdie and Jason thoughts? They’re my everything

I’m so glad you asked- also I may have just posted their wedding fic over on AO3 check out Warm With you!

Here’s the miscellaneous notes I have on the two of them:

-Jason wakes up every morning before Birdie because she gets grumpy if the pillows are on the floor, he picks them up so she doesn’t realize how often she throws hers off the bed during nightmares

-speaking of nightmares, both of them have them on a nightly basis, they only talk about it in the darkness of their bedroom so the kids don’t hear them

-since they were both food insecure as kids, they overbuy groceries to an obscene degree and always overpack the girl’s lunches… it gets better as they get older but during times of high stress, it tends to rear its head

-they take one night off a week from patrol to spend time with their girls, when they both need to patrol they ask Babs to “babysit,” she always says yes

-they paid for both of Birdie’s parents to have proper graves because, despite everything she felt they deserved one and Jason never wanted to say no to her

-Jason’s only memory when he came back was the day the two of them were sitting in bruce’s library reading together and she teased him about liking Jane Austin too much

-they read full novels to their kids as bedtime stories, all three girls love reading as a result

-their biggest fight is about doing laundry. They’re both clean people but hate folding

-when Birdie got into grad school, Jason made a point to go to every ceremony even before the world knew he was alive. If she had a presentation he was in the audience, making himself just visible enough for her to see

-Jason talks too loudly to make up for the time he was alone, Birdie internalizes more and tends to let Jason talk for both of them- neither of them realize they do it but the entire family sees the difference in them

-they’re one of those couples that can read each other’s minds. They don’t even have to look at one another. They just know

-the kids don’t know they both died; they just think they both got hurt on patrol, and no one ever bothered to correct them

-both love animals but can’t justify getting one when they’re barely balancing their kids and their nightlife

-birdie has an emergency alarm in her office at Arkham that connects directly to Jason’s cell phone, the only time she’s ever had to use it is when she went into labor

#minnieears on ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 #night hood #jason todd x reader #red hood/reader

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keayexplores · 5 days ago

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Auntie’s House: Yeehaw Edition Celebrating and Uniting Black Austin

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a kickback series called Auntie’s House, powered by Where Y’all At Though ATX. Their motto, “Your home away from home,” truly captures the essence of the event, and I couldn’t agree more! This particular edition was a vibrant celebration of Black and Brown cowboy culture, encouraging everyone to step out in their best boots and western wear. It…

#Auntie’s House ATX #Austin events #Austin fashion #Austin nightlife #Black Austin community #Black culture celebration #Black-owned businesses #community events #diversity and inclusion #family reunion vibes #local vendors #Texas cowboy culture #Where Y’all At Though ATX #WYAT ATX

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honeyedmiller · 1 year ago

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Mystery | Joel Miller

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, sensual dancing, no outbreak, no use of y/n. 18+, minors do not interact.

word count: 1k+

synopsis: Tommy drags Joel to a club which he detests to, until he sets his sights on you.

if you really wanna catch the vibes for this one shot i highly suggest listening to Black Magic Woman by Santana as this is literally based off of this song

“Still don’t understand why the hell you’re draggin’ me to this damn club. ‘M too old to be clubbin’, Tommy.” Joel shakes his head as he rests it against the headrest of the passenger seat of Tommy’s truck.

“It’s for your own good, big brother. Work’s been stressin’ you lots. Y’need to relax.” Tommy lightly chastised his older brother with a small curl of a smile on his lips.

“What I need is an ice cold beer while I’m watchin’ the Cowboys playin’… at home.” Joel grunts, looking out of the passenger window.

Austin’s nightlife was crawling with young men and women down the streets where they could all bar hop, go clubbing, or grab a bite to eat. Everyone looked to be around Tommy’s age, meanwhile, Joel felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb.

He wasn’t even old, albeit he sure as hell felt like it. Probably looked like it too, to all these youngins in their mid-twenties.

Nerves and anxiety twisted in Joel’s gut. It’d been ages since he’d been out, especially to a club. He truly had no idea what the hell Tommy was thinking bringing him along, but he went just so Tommy would stop nagging him.

Brothers.

Younger ones, to be exact.

Tommy lucked out with a parking spot near the club’s entrance. The two brothers got out of the car, Joel immediately noticing people—women—were looking Tommy’s way. Hell, even men too.

Tommy walked very confidently. He was suave, collected, and knew exactly how to get what he wanted when he had his eyes zeroed in on the lady he wanted to talk to for the night.

On the other hand, Joel was a hell of a lot more reserved. Quiet, kept his hands tucked into his jean pockets, and was truly oblivious to every person who looked his way.

The bouncer knew Tommy well enough apparently, because he let him and Joel right into the club.

To Joel’s surprise, the club was actually playing decent music. There were plenty of people on the dance floor having a good time, and the smoke-ridden atmosphere was rather calm despite it being so packed.

“C’mon, let’s get a drink.” Tommy jerked his head toward the bar, and Joel followed suit.

“Tommy man, how the hell are ya?” The bartender shouts, bringing Tommy in for a quick hug.

“I’m good, Sam. Brought my brother Joel with me this time.” Tommy nods toward Joel, and Sam’s eyes shift to Joel. He stuck out his hand, which Joel shook.

“Nice to meet you, Joel.”

“Likewise.”

“What can I get for you fellas?” Sam asks, wiping his hands on the white rag slung over his shoulder.

“I’ll take a Modelo.” Tommy says.

“I’ll take whatever whiskey you got. Neat.”

Sam nods and pours up both of their drinks, setting them on the counter. Tommy hands over his card to Sam and tells him to keep a tab open.

“So what exactly do you plan on me doin’ here, Tommy?” Joel looks at his brother, taking a sip of his whiskey. It burned so good, making him grimace a bit.

“I already said it, big brother. Just relax. Dance. Have fun. Don’t fuckin’ think about shit for one night, yeah?” Tommy grabs Joel’s shoulder and squeezes it. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna head on out to the dance floor to find myself a nice lady to dance with.”

And just like that, Joel is left at the bar all alone. He doesn’t mind it too much. It gives him the opportunity to scope out the place and see what all the patrons are up to. He keeps sipping his whiskey slowly, eyes scanning the dance floor when he immediately stops.

He spots who’s got to be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life, dancing the night away with her girlfriends.

Something about the way she moved was so enthralling, so captivating.

That woman happened to be you.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Just like him, you tagged along with your group of friends to de-stress from the hell of a week you’ve had. Clubbing was your friends’ solution to relaxing. It took you a bit of coaxing, but now that you’re out and dancing, you’re glad you came with them.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” You wrapped your hands around one of your friend’s arms, notifying them. They nod at you and ask if you want them to come with, to which you declined.

As you made your way across the dance floor, you spotted a man sitting at the bar that was already just blatantly staring at you. You found it a bit odd, but you had to admit, he was extremely handsome.

Rugged features and soft, dark brown eyes. What a mix.

You made it up to the bar and knocked on it twice, as if Sam could easily hear it. Sam saw you anyway and gave you a big smile.

“What’ll it be, sweets?” Sam asked.

You leaned over the bar right next to Joel, wearing a strapless corset top, skinny jeans that showed off your curves in every single right place, and some strap black heels that made your legs look like they went on for miles.

“Whiskey, neat please.” Your voice was sweet, Joel thought. Buttery. Thick and nearly addicting, and you’d only said three goddamn words.

Sam handed you your drink, and you grinned at him. “Thanks Sam!” You took your drink and sat down two barstools away from Joel.

Joel wanted to look at you some more, but he knew he’d be clocked as a total creep if he did that. He just wanted to admire you. Admire your features, the way your hands curled around the glass as you brought the glass up to your mouth, the way your red lipstick painted said glass once you took a sip.

You were a sight to behold, and Joel was fucking bewitched.

The man didn’t believe in love at first sight, but god, he might just believe in it now.

You looked over at Joel who was trying hard not to look at you as he swirled what was left in his glass. He glanced up at you when he felt your stare on him. Your lips were adorned with a soft smile, and he easily returned one.

You slipped out of your seat and into the one next to Joel, crossing a leg over the other as you faced him.

“Noticed you were staring.” You chuckle, and petrification crosses his features. His neck and ears burn bright red, and he looked down at his glass once more.

“‘M sorry. Just couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful.” He said shyly, and he was kicking himself for being so timid.

He just quite literally hadn’t done this in so long. He forgot how to have a normal conversation with someone he found so attractive. How to flirt. How to do anything when it came to women.

It’s like his brain completely short circuited, but you found it charming in a way. At least he wasn’t some douchebag trying to hit on you just to get in your pants.

“It’s okay. Thank you,” You chuckle, putting a hand on his knee. He froze at your touch, feeling like his body was on fire. No one’s ever had this type of effect on him. “What’s your name?”

He clears his throat and reminds himself to stop acting like a total fucking weirdo. To breathe. A gorgeous woman was talking to him. He couldn’t blow it.

“Name’s Joel.” He raised his glass to you, and you grin. You clink your glass with his, shoot the rest of the whiskey down and hop off the barstool. Joel’s mood faltered for a second, thinking that you were leaving him at the bar.

“Nice to meet you, Joel. Come dance with me.” Your doe eyes and pretty pout of the lips was something Joel couldn’t deny, no matter how much he wasn’t a fan of dancing. He downed the rest of his whiskey as well, leaving the glass on the sticky maplewood bar top before taking your hand that you had held out to him.

You led him to the dance floor, facing him as the current song was ending, and Black Magic Woman by Santana started to play through the speakers.

“I love this song.” You say into Joel’s ear, and he grins and you and nods in agreement. His hands find home on your waist and yours on the back of his neck, and the both of you start to move.

You were impressed by how great of a lead Joel was. The man didn’t like dancing much, but he was a hell of a dancer.

You swayed your hips to the beat, Joel easily keeping up as his grip on your waist tightened in the slightest. You stared into his dark brown eyes, a feeling of neediness surging over the both of you.

All you saw was him in that very moment. You both moved fluidly across the dance floor, unaware of all of the wandering eyes coming to rest their gaze on you both.

Once the guitar riff started to play, Joel spun you around so your back was against his front.

Got a black magic woman,

I’ve got a black magic woman

Got me so blind I can’t see

That she’s a black magic woman

She’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me

You leaned your head back onto Joel’s shoulder and reached your arm up, grabbing the back of his neck as your other hand grabbed the other one of his that rested on your hip.

He was feeling on the bolder side, so he slotted his face into the crook of your neck, resting his lips on your warm flesh. He leaves a ghost of a kiss in one spot before moving his lips up to your ear.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” Is all he says before you look up at him with a saccharine smile, spinning out from him.

Don’t turn your back on me baby,

Yes don’t turn your back on me, baby,

Stop messin’ ‘round with your tricks

Don’t turn your back on me, baby,

You just might pick up my magic sticks

Joel’s grip on your hands was solid as he spun you around twice, catching you by your hips to pull you flush against his body. At this point you two were grinding yourselves into each other while still managing to maneuver around the dance floor, footing in sync.

It began to feel extremely hot in the club as your body moved with his, aware of him and only him. His scent, his eyes on you, the way your body seemed to fit perfectly with his.

You’d only just met the man a mere ten minutes ago, and yet, you found yourself so drawn to him. So attracted to him. He seemed to feel the same, the way he was looking at you like you were the only other person in the room.

Got your spell on me baby,

You got your spell on me, baby,

Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,

Turning my heart into stone

I need you so bad magic woman

I can’t leave you alone

As the song came to an end, Joel spun you around twice more before dipping you down, clutching onto your body so tightly as reassurance to you that he’s got you.

His face was only a mere few inches away from yours. Both of you were entranced, staring into each other’s eyes as your ragged breaths were slowly becoming more normal.

Both of you came back to reality when you heard people cheering for the both of you, looking around at your surroundings to realize that there’s been a space in the dance floor people left just for the two of you.

Joel stood you upright, hands still not leaving your hips.

You smirked up at the man, leaning up to leave a kiss on his pulsating neck, which left a bright, puckered shape lipstick stain in its wake.

“Thanks for dancing with me, Joel.” Your hands pat his chest softly twice before going to walk away from him, but he abruptly stops you by gently tugging on your wrist.

“Wait, darlin’, what’s your name?” He asks, throat going dry as you give him a sultry stare.

Your red lips form into a smirk as you wink at him, turning to walk away into the once more crowded dance floor, leaving him in the middle of the sea of patrons.

He was too stunned to even follow after you. Too stunned to move, think, anything, until Tommy pulled him out of his trance when he gripped his brother’s shoulder.

“Who the hell was that?” Tommy asks, looking just as bewildered as Joel.

“I… have no idea.” He breathed, putting his hand over where you kissed him on the neck.

That night, at the club, after him and Tommy went home, and as he laid himself to sleep, he was praying to whatever god of fates was out there that he was able to find his mystery woman once more.

tags: @ilovepedro ; @party-hearses ; @bastardmandennis ; @tinygarbage ; @nostalxgic ; @cool-iguana

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller imagines #no outbreak!joel miller #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #joel miller fanfiction

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livelaughbuck · 5 months ago

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5x03 Tarlos Coda

TK's exhausted from the day, and he's grateful Carlos is driving them home. He rests his head against his seat and dozes as they move through the quiet streets back to their loft.

TK loves and hates living so to downtown Austin. Being close to the nightlife, restaurants, and coffee shops is great, but after a long day he wishes for the quiet neighborhood where he lived with his father.

He feels Carlos' hand on his shoulder and he opens his eyes to see they're in the parking garage of their building. Carlos gives him a small smile and says, "Let's get you upstairs."

The elevator ride is quiet and the swoosh of the loft door opening is a welcomed relief. TK drops his bag at the door and toes off his shoes before walking over to Lou's tank to say hello.

He's too exhausted to take Lou out and rub his back like he likes to do after a shift to let Lou know he's the best boy.

He makes it to the bedroom and sits on the end of the bed before it becomes to much. The adrenaline wore off long ago and what's left is the very real emotions that he almost died. He sees the tears fall onto the floor more then feels them and he can't help the sob that leaves his lips.

He feels Carlos put his arms around him and he leans into his husband.

"I've got you," Carlos whispers into his ear, "I've got you."

He doesn't know how long he cries but his throat is raw and his eyes hurt from the tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and wipes at his eyes.

"For what?" Carlos asks.

"Getting snot on your shirt," TK replies, "I don't know where that came from."

"You had a big day."

"I didn't think we were going to make it," TK confesses, "We were in this classroom and there was no way out. Nancy had covered all the windows and we used our jackets to cover the cracks under the door but it wasn't enough. I had to sit there and listen to Tommy tell Wyatt her safe lock combo and to tell Judd to take care of her girls. We weren't supposed to make it out."

Carlos' arms tighten around his husband.

"I thought some stupid little room fan was going to help keep the gas out. I was so scared," TK continues on, "Then as fast it came it over. The wind changed and we were safe."

Carlos kisses the top of head, "I was scared too. I had to pretend like everything was okay for the girls, but I was checking my phone every 5 seconds for updates."

"I can't imagine," TK says, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Life of being married to a first responder," Carlos replies.

TK chuckles at that. He pulls away from Carlos' arms and sits up. He wipes at his eyes again, "I'm exhausted."

"Let's get you into bed," Carlos says. He stands up and grabs TK's hands to pull him up with him. He pulls at TK's shirt to get it over his head. His hands go down to unbutton TK's jeans and then pushes them to the floor. He bends down to kneel and take off TK's socks next.

TK just stands there and let's Carlos take care of him. He's too sleepy to do much else. Carlos pushes him over to his side of the bed and pulls the duvet up to let TK settle into bed. TK curls onto his side and his eyes close once his head hits the pillow.

Carlos pulls up the covers and TK cuddles into the sheets more.

Carlos makes quick work of his clothes and gets into the other side of the bed. He curls onto his side and he feels TK move around until he's close enough that Carlos reaches out and pulls him close. He holds his husband close and breathes in his scent as he falls asleep.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #fanfic #tarlos fanfic #503 coda #coda fanfic

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shaunasflannel · 5 months ago

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Austin nightlife has led me to one conclusion - if the Miller brothers were real, I know I’m not Joel’s type. However, Tommy Miller, baby boy it’s on sight in that bar

#tommy miller #gabriel luna #match made in heaven #I’d stand no chance #neither would he lol #the last of us #austin texas #acl weekend 2 #van is rambling and having deep thoughts

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umlewis · 1 year ago

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lewis hamilton is interviewed on media day, las vegas - november 15, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "Have you spent much time in Vegas?" Lewis: "I wouldn't say I've spent a lot of time in Vegas. Went for my thirtieth, I think, so just did two nights there. Always thought it'd be wicked to be able to race through the streets of Las Vegas, so I'm definitely really excited about it. I think it's gonna be cold, so evenings are often quite cool, so getting tires working in, it'll be quite interesting. I hope this track is good. How good the overtaking is, how good the racing is, is gonna make a big impact. You've got Baku, for example, which delivers great races each year, so if this is able to do that it'll really put that grand prix on the map. It's gonna be wild. It's gonna be a wild experience, and I think the best thing is to just go in with an open mind, not having any pre-determined ideas of what it's gonna be like, and driving under the night lights, I'm gonna feel like I'm in the Casino movie [laughs], so pretty cool." Interviewer: "Do you feel that when you go to the city, bring your car, drive around the track, does each place have its own sort of soul?" Lewis: "Definitely. If you go to Austin, for example, it feels very family-orientated kind of city. You go to Miami and there's much bigger nightlife. The culture's just different there, but the weather's amazing in both places, and then what? You have Vegas. I don't know. People will be coming in from all over here. But the one thing is they've got amazing fans, like hardcore sporting fans, in the United States and it's such an enthused place, and there's something for everyone there. If you wanna be in the mountains, you wanna be in the countryside, you wanna be in the city… You've got New York; coolest city ever. I think it's the coolest city ever. Vegas, which is a kind of big playground for adults, it could be mad. It's gonna be most interesting to see how you can stay focused." Interviewer: "Great stuff, man. Appreciate it." Lewis: "Cheers, man." Interviewer: "Thanks for your time."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #las vegas gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #las vegas #las vegas 2023 #las vegas 2023 wednesday #will buxton

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hollywoodfamerp · 2 years ago

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roguetargaryen · 2 years ago

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PIEL CANELA - TOMMY MILLER X F!READER

CHAPTER 4 - My Girl

Author’s Note: Author’s Note: This is my first full fic that I am writing so I know there will be grammar errors. This is an alternate universe where there is no outbreak, and it also takes place in the game timeline in 2013. Let me know what you guys think, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, this is my longest chapter yet and I’m really excited about it. I love Tommy fluff

Word Count: 4619

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Walking down the corridor from the women’s bathroom, y/n walked back to her table. The vibe of this bar was definitely a lot calmer than the club y/n was just in. On any other night, y/n preferred to just stay in with a good glass of wine and a movie, and lately she would have rather enjoyed that with the company of Tommy Miller. However, this particular Saturday night Mia wanted to introduce to her the Austin nightlife and invited her along with two of her girlfriends to a girls night. They started off at a nightclub, loud music emanating from the speakers and it was very crowded. Further into the night the group was having a fun time dancing on the floor, enjoying a few drinks, though that was cut short when a few men were getting too handsy. They left that place quickly and now the group of four now seated at a high table in a smaller, much more local bar. There was a pool table in the back corner with an old jukebox playing some random tunes. Mia’s friends went to the bar to grab the drinks and some bar food which left y/n and Mia at the table. “So, are you having fun?.” “Yeah. It’s been a while since I got all dolled up and went out.” “Yeah especially now that your time is always tied up,” MIa suggested as she threw y/n a smirk. “I know. I’ve been pulling a lot of hours at the bakery.” “That’s not what I’m talking about.” Mia quickly interrupted. “I’m referring to you spending so much of your off time with your lover boy.” “My what?” “You know who I’m referring to. He’s six feet tall, most chocolate brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile.” Y/n blushed as Mia continued. “If you’re not at the bakery you’re spending your time Tommy.” Mia wasn’t wrong.

After giving him your number, y/n and Tommy were talking almost non-stop for the past couple of months and even started hanging out more. There were nights where their phone conversations would go into the early morning. Almost every morning y/n would have a good morning text and vice versa. Tommy also memorized her work schedule to try and visit her regularly at work. He would come in early mornings before having to pick up Joel and Sarah to pick up a coffee, to which y/n memorized, and then other days he would come in the afternoon to have lunch with her. Joel would always give him a hard time and Sarah teased him about it too when he would arrive with his morning coffee. On her off days, Tommy would offer to drive her to run errands and even helped her with minor projects in her home. Other days he would even wait for her to get off work, and they would hang out at her place to watch a movie or order something to eat. One night in particular they were watching a horror movie Tommy picked out. Y/N was tucked into Tommy’s side and he in return placed his arms around her. “Why did you make me watch this?” She spoke as she looked between her fingers. Tommy let out a soft chuckle when she flinched at a jump scare as he spoke, “Sorry darlin’. I’ll protect you.” Tommy held her closer and she shifted in her position so that she was now hiding her face in his neck. Tommy shifted slightly as her breath tickled his neck. At this point he was no longer watching the movie, but instead shifted his attention to her. He enjoyed every and any time he was able to hold her close. Oftentimes it was when they were out and about as if he was making sure people knew she was with him even though they were just friends. Just friends, he thought. He was pulled from his thoughts once the movie was done and she spoke, “I’m picking the next movie.” She got up from the couch to turn off the tv and began cleaning the containers from her coffee table. He followed behind her to clean up their mess but she quickly collided with him. He grabbed her waist to steady her but quickly realized how close they were with one another. Neither one moved until Tommy lifted his hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. He didn’t not remove his hand and instead tucked it under her chin. They held each other’s gaze before he started to lean in. Y/n’s was frozen in her spot and she swore she could hear it pounding. He started to lean in, closing the distance between them, and y/n could start feeling his breath tickling her lips. However, right before he closed the gap, she pulled away. “Th-th-there’s some left overs. Did you want me to pack the rest for you for lunch?” “Sure.” He stood frozen in his spot for a second as he let her waist go. Embarrassed, realizing the rejection, Tommy turned to grab his jacket. “I…uhm I think I’m gonna head out.” “Oh…um..okay..we could watch another movie or something?” “That’s alright sweetheart. We can watch it another night.” She walked after him when he got to the door and handed him the food. “I’ll call you.” He spoke. With that he took a chance and left a kiss on her cheek before he disappeared into his truck. It had been two weeks since she had seen him. He hadn’t come into the bakery and always made an excuse to see her, saying he was busy with Joel.

Mia saw how lost in her thoughts y/n was and waved her hand in front of her eyes. “Hello, earth to y/n.” “Sorry. What did you say?” “I said you’re spending all your free time with Tommy. Is there something going on between you too?” Y/N shook her head no. “Oh come on I don’t believe it.” “Even if there was, I think I blew it” she admitted. “What do you mean? You guys practically have heart eyes every time you see each other. Everyone says it.” Y/N groaned at that revelation but then explained the events of their last night together. “You guys just need to sleep together already!” “Mia!” “Well? You both clearly have feelings for each other. What’s stopping you? He’s hot, you’re hot. Honestly you guys would have cute kids.” “Mia, it's not that easy. I moved here for a fresh start.” “Yeah but you’re also entitled to have a fresh start with someone else.” “I’m just scared, terrified actually. But I’m more scared that I just pushed him away.” Look, I can't imagine what you went through, but open your eyes y/n, that man is falling for you. No guy would do all the things he’s done for you, especially in the short amount of time he’s known you. Guys also don’t wait that long, usually they move on, and that man is also too fine to be single. But from what I’ve seen, what we’ve all seen, he’s pursuing you. So cut him some slack. He’s not your ex. From what you’ve told me, Tommy is caring and the complete opposite. Do you like him?” “Y/N didn’t have to think twice on that and she nodded her head yes. “It’s hard to explain it but since I first met him I felt this instant attraction to him.” “See. You guys are meant for each other. Talk to him.” “I don’t think he wants to talk to me.” “Ask his brother for help or Sarah, she’s rooting for you guys.” “Wait Sarah knows?” “You guys are not a single bit subtle. We actually had a bet to see who would make the first move. So I owe Sarah and EMily each ten bucks.” “You guys are horrible.” “You guys made it fun.” Mia laughed and wrapped an arm around her friend. “Look. Let’s enjoy tonight and tomorrow, reach out to him.” Y/N nodded but before she could respond, the other girls got back to the table with the drinks and food. “So we got a round of shots from those gentlemen at the bar so drink up!” One said as she guided her toast to the group of men by the bar. They in turn raised their glasses before making their way to the table. “Here’s to girls night!” One of them spoke loudly. Unbeknownst that they had a spectator from across the room.

The amber liquid burned his throat as Tommy took a large gulp from his drink. It used to be his normal routine, every Saturday night he would be at this bar ordering the same drink and even most nights would get home drunk off his ass, waking up the next day with a huge hangover. That was until he met y/n. He was always trying to spend his free time with her and that really showed a “changed” Tommy as Joel put it. He was always on time for work or on time to pick up Joel and Sarah. His work with Joel improved and projects were always done in a timely manner. Joel was quick to put two and two together and even comment on his “changed” demeanor. He tried to spend most of his time with you when he wasn’t working. He was starting to memorize all the little details about y/n the more he spent his time with her. He enjoyed the lavender scent of her hair when he was near her, and his favorite was the warm vanilla scent she had, especially after her shift from the bakery. When he was close to her he could see the small clusters of freckles on her face when the sun hit her face. He observed her face a lot, especially when learning of her tastes. He got to see how her eyes would light up at something new he showed her or when he would get her flowers because the ones she had in her home were dead. He loved that he could make her smile and wanted to keep doing that for her. One of his favorite things was how she always got his coffee to taste so perfect and followed it with a new baked treat for him when he came to see her before work. He was falling hard and fast. He was not subtle and always got teased by his brother and niece. However, since that last night he saw her, he realized as if it was one sided. Her rejection really made him question if he was good enough and he started falling back to his old ways. He felt even more horrible when he made an excuse to see her. He knew he was being harsh on her and he wanted nothing more than to be around her but his pride got in the way.

He took another swig of his drink and ordered another one when the bartender picked up his empty glass. He was seated in a corner, observing the group of women from across the room, mainly y/n. He spotted her when she first walked in and boy did he feel like he stopped breathing. She was wearing a black, mini dress that hit her mid thigh with a pair of black strappy heels. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and he could see the few beads of sweat that form on her neck from the Texas heat. His fingers twitched as he grasped the glass in his hand. The way she was dressed was very different from what he was used to seeing. She looked even more beautiful than what she already was. It pinged a feeling of almost jealousy as to why she was dressed that way for others to see and not just him. When she took a seat at their table her dress rose slightly and he was forced to take another gulp of his drink. What he would give to run his hands on her smooth thighs and ghost his fingers on her neck. He wanted to take her hair clip off and run his hands through her hair. He wanted her and he wanted to make her writhe under his touch. He wanted to grant her everything and yet it was as if he wasn’t allowed to touch her, which made him want her more. His thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard cheers come from the table. He observed the way one invited a group of men from the bar to their table. The gentlemen stood around and started ordering drinks again. The two other girls, who he didn’t know, were definitely more inclined in accepting the drinks. He observed y/n shake her head, to what he assumed, decline a drink from one of the men standing too close to her. He saw her get up from her seat the moment the man in question placed his hand on her shoulder. He could see she was uncomfortable because she instantly shrugged his hand off. The man then placed his hand on the small of her back, causing y/n to quickly stand. She whispered something to Mia and then walked off to the jukebox. He noticed the man move from their table over to y/n. She was stalling until the guy she was trying to create distance from met her at the jukebox, almost blocking her in. Tommy could see how the man placed his arm around her to encase her in and then moved it to her waist, gripping it to move her close to him.

Tommy’s protective instinct kicked in and quickly rose from his seat walking over to the pair, observing how uncomfortable she was being. He knew it was from the alcohol but also because of how much he cared for her.

“Please. Don’t touch me.” Y/N spoke timidly. She was able to get out of his grip but he was towering over her. “What’s the matter sweetheart? I just want to get to know you.” Sweetheart. She hated how it sounded from him. It wasn’t genuine like Tommy said it to her. When he said it he said it with an endearing tone, with meaning. The man before her tainted it. When he touched her she felt dirty. His hands were clammy and his cologne made it worse. She again tried to maneuver around him but at this point he was not budging. He encased her in, her back against the jukebox, with each arm on either side of her. He was starting to lean forward and that caused her to shut her eyes, however, nothing ended up happening. A voice she grew to enjoy sounded behind the pair. “Is there a problem here?” The man before her moved from his position and it gave her a full view of her savior. Tommy Miller, her savior, stood before them and she could have not been more relieved. She didn’t want to move in fear that it was just her imagining him until she heard the man speak up. “Excuse me?” “I asked if there was a problem?” “Look buddy this doesn’t concern you.” “It does if she’s involved.” “What are you? Her boyfriend?” The man now had his full back turned to y/n and approached Tommy. “I can see by your silence you’re not so just leave us alone.” “I’ll leave you alone but she’s coming with me. C’mon y/n.” She started to move from behind but was stopped when the man grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to stumble and almost fall to the ground. At that Tommy saw red. “Don’t touch her!” He stated as he grabbed the man by the shirt. That’s when all hell broke loose. The man threw a punch to Tommy who quickly dodged it and Tommy threw a punch at the man, hitting him straight on the nose. The man recovered quickly and threw a punch at Tommy’s jaw. Before Tommy could land a second punch two sets of arms pulled Tommy apart and held him. The guy’s buddies held Tommy as the man got up from the floor and punched Tommy on the side of his face then his stomach. He threw another punch and Tommy ducked, causing the man to hit one of his friends holding Tommy. Tommy got out of his grasp, punched the second guy holding him, and then threw one more punch to the main guy, sending him to the floor. All the while Mia was trying to hold y/n who was trying to get near Tommy. The bouncers finally got to the scene and started to grab at Tommy when y/n got in between. “Please no. He was helping me. That guy,” she said pointing to the one on the floor with a bloody nose, “was grabbing me inappropriately. We’ll leave.” One of the bartenders then came over and spoke to the bouncers vouching for Tommy. The bouncers proceeded to escort the men out of the bar before one spoke to Tommy, “You guys gotta leave for the night.” The pair nodded and Tommy went to the bar to pay for his tab while y/n went to her group of friends. “I’m gonna go with him. I’ll text you when I get home. Sorry for ruining girls' night.” Y/N hugged her friends goodnight feeling really guilty for how the night turned out. “Don’t worry about it. We’re happy you’re okay. I’ll text you.” Y/N paid for her drinks, said her farewell, and ran after Tommy.

“Tommy! Wait!” “What’re you doing y/n. You should be with your friends.” “I came to see if you were okay.” She spoke, nervously and out of breath. “I’m fine. You can go back to them.” Wanting to stay with him, she shook her head no. “They’re going somewhere else. I’m gonna head home actually.” Before she could finish, Tommy spoke. “C’mon then I’ll take you home.” She didn’t say anything and just followed him to his truck. Once at the truck Tommy helped her in before getting in on the driver side. Neither one of them said anything on the drive back to her place. It felt truly agonizing at the uncomfortable silence and it was starting to feel like they were strangers meeting for the first time. The entire time she was trying to come up with a way to make small talk but nothing came up. Your thoughts were soon interrupted when he spoke up. “We’re here.” “Thank you for the ride.” She replied as she stared at him. Stared forward not looking at her and she let out a frustrated sigh. She unbuckled her seatbelt and quickly stepped out of the truck. She knew it was now or never. Before she closed the door she spoke, “If this is how you’re gonna act then you should have left me to fend for myself.” She didn’t give him enough time to respond because she closed his door and walked up her driveway towards her front door. “Y/N wait!” He shouted as he got out of his truck. “Y/N please. Just listen….” “Why? Give me good reason to listen to your excuse.” At this point she turned around and looked at him. It broke him because he saw her eyes glossy for the first time. “You know what Tommy just go home.” She turned back around and started fumbling with her keys. “I’m sorry! Please, I just want to know if you're okay.” “Okay? Okay? Tommy, I'm not okay. How can I be okay when the person I care about started making excuses to see me. How can I be okay when the person I care about stopped taking my calls. How can I be okay when the person I care about stopped seeing me without an explanation.” “You care about me?” “Of course I do. I was just scared because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we were creating.” What she didn’t expect was the laugh that came out of Tommy. “Are you mocking Tommy Miller?” He didn’t speak but instead approached her and held her face in his hands. He took in how sad her eyes looked with genuine concern behind her stare. “I would never. I was laughing at how stupid of a man I am. You have no idea how good it feels to know you care for me. I always thought, no, I still think you are too good for a man like me.” He admitted as he rested his forehead against hers. She could feel his breath tickling her upper lip. She didn’t want to wait any longer and closed the gap herself. His lips were soft on hers and she felt his hands move down to her waist. She let out a soft gasp when he gave her a gentle squeeze. That allowed him to swipe his tongue on her lower lip before tangling with hers. She let out a low moan and she deepened the kiss when he brought her body flushed against his. However, he quickly pulled away with a hiss, holding his jaw. “I’m sorry..” she spoke quickly but he shook his head. “It’s not your fault sweetheart.” Sweetheart. There it was. The word she grew to enjoy every time he called her that. “It technically was my fault. You were there defending me.” She spoke softly looking up at him through her lashes. She took his hand and pulled him through her front door. “Let me patch you up.”

Once inside she discarded her shoes quickly and pulled him to her kitchen. She sat him down in her chair and she ran to her bathroom to grab her first aid kit. After retrieving her kit she began to work on the slight cut he had near his eyebrow. She started with disinfectant, which stung a bit, causing him to flinch. He wanted her closely as she worked. Some strands of hair were falling around her face and she had her tongue between her lips showing how concentrated she was. After cleaning off his face she removed herself from between his legs and walked over to her freezer. She made a makeshift ice pack with a kitchen napkin and ice cubes and walked back to stand between his legs again. This time he grabbed her waist and guided her to sit on his lap. She blushed momentarily before placing it on the side of his face. “I know it’s cold but this should help with the swelling.” “For you it’s worth it sweetheart.” He spoke with a gentle voice as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. They sat in a comfortable silence just relishing the tender moment they were creating. Soon the cloth started to dampen as the ice was melting and she started to rise from his lap. Tommy felt cold without her in his arms and rose after her. She had her back to him and noticed a strap from her dress had fallen from her shoulder. The pads of his fingers grazed her upper arm and he noticed small goosebumps form on her skin as he guided the strap back into its spot. She let out a soft breath and tilted her head to the side. The invitation was clear and he took the opportunity to ghost a feathered kiss on the nape of her neck. She had to hold on to the edge of the sink to keep her from falling, she let out a soft moan. “Tommy.” She whispered. He placed another soft, tender kiss before guiding her to turn back around. He bent down to capture her lips again this time ignoring the pain of the bruise forming on his jawline. She let him take the lead with the kiss and both began using their hands to explore one another. He grasped her delicate hands as soon as he felt them start to unbutton his shirt. “Sweetheart…” both let out gasps for air when he pulled apart. “Yes?” The look she gave him through her half lidded eyes was enough to send him over the edge but he kept himself together. “I can’t…” Instant regret formed on his face when he saw her face fall in disappointment. “I want you. I do. Lord knows I do. Just not like this.” “Okay..” she spoke softly as she began to pull away. “Please y/n. I want to do this the right way. I want to take you out on a date first.” He spoke softly, one arm holding her waist while the other he used to tilt her chin up so she could meet his eyes. They were soft and tender. “Can I at least ask you for a favor?” “Anything sweetheart.” Can you. Can you stay with me tonight.” She looked him in the eyes and could see himself questioning the offer. “I don’t want to be alone. I'm still kinda shaken by what happened.” He gave her a sweet smile and nodded. He pulled her closer and held her for a moment. “Let me just grab my stuff from the truck.” “Okay. You can come up to my room after you lock up.” Tommy pulled away and ran out to his truck. He made it a habit to always carry an extra set of clothes after his work with Joel. He locked up his truck, followed by the front door, and made his way upstairs. The soft glow from y/n’s room came into view and he knocked to make sure she was decent. After a soft ‘come in’ he saw her coming out of her bathroom, already changed into a pair of sleep shorts that were barely peeking out of her oversized sleep shirt. “I left you an extra toothbrush on the sink for you.” He gave her a smile before stepping into her bathroom to freshen up to settle for the night she was sitting on one side of the bed when she saw him exit the bathroom and froze when he walked out with only a pair of sweats on. Boy was he built. She noticed the tan skin but continued to stare at a forming bruise near the right side of his rib cage. He grinned at her, staring before asking, “You okay there sweetheart.” She blushed and tried to cover her face with her hands. She heard his chuckle before feeling her side of the bed dip a bit. His hands grabbed hers and he placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Let’s get some rest.” She nodded and got under the covers with him. Turning off the lights she turned to face him and smiled. “I’m happy you stayed. I never thanked you for tonight. I’m sorry you got hurt.” “Hey, hey. None of that sweetheart.” He shifted on his back and pulled her towards him so she could lay on his chest. She was careful not to touch his bruise. She felt him place a tender kiss on her head before he spoke. “Besides, it was worth it. I got my girl.” She felt a flutter in her stomach and looked up to meet his eyes, Tommy already grinning at her. “Your girl?” She teased and he nodded. “Yup. My girl.” She shifted up and gave him a final kiss to which he returned. Once pulled apart she settled back to lay her head on his chest and both drifted into a deep slumber.

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