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STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up
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If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man. đđŚâ¤ď¸âđĽ
Joel is sick and refuses to rest, so you knock him out the best way you know how. (5.4k)
Tags - smut, lotsa sexual tension, blow jobs, pussy pronouns, teasing, fingering, unprotected piv, riding the sick old manâs cock, creampie, non-graphic descriptions of being sick. JOEL DOES THE DAD SNEEZE. coughing, fevers. Thatâs all. Joel is stubborn and grumpy while you take care of his old as fuck ass. Arguing with the old man, forcing the old man to bathe, forcing the old man to eat and drink, forcing a thermometer in the old manâs mouth. Joel bitching you out the whole time. Joel is kind of exactly like Dennis in IASIP when the gang gets quarantined. Fic Help - My usuals! @beefrobeefcal, your unhinged comments on the doc were the best part. and @endlessthxxghts thank you for your help <3 A/N - Heyyyyyyy. I promised this fic yesterday and then didnât deliver. Sorry. It just needed to marinate in the doc a little longer or something. Itâs been a bullshit ass few days and Iâm,,,,handling it. Anyway, Iâve been sick as balls so thatâs how this fic came about. Everybody wash your hands đ§ź
Thereâs a fine point late in the year, right after summer turns to fall. You can fall asleep with the window over your bed cracked open just an inch to let the crisp, cool air blow over your face as you cocoon yourself in blankets. In the mornings you wake to that same breeze and the birds chirping, though less and less as they fly south for the upcoming winter.Â
Not this morning, though. This morning, youâre awoken by a chesty, hacking cough coming from outside your window. You sigh as you get out of bed and push the curtains away from the window to get a better look at what the hell is going on out there.Â
And itâs just your neighbor, Joel. You should have guessed itâd be him, you heard his earth shattering, deafening sneeze the other day when you waved to him as you walked by his house. Joel waved back at you with the same hand he sneezed into. Ew.Â
Everyoneâs getting sick lately, it goes around quickly in Jackson. Always does - it starts with the kids and works its way through the community, and a good four to six weeks are filled with endless sneezing and coughing and mucus.
Joelâs coughing up his lungs as he rakes up the leaves in your yard, a job heâs seemingly assigned himself, because you sure as shit didnât ask him to do this. He has a habit of taking on your chores and home maintenance out of his own frustration.Â
You pull a robe over your pajamas and slide on a pair of slippers, then leave out of the front door to greet Joel. âGood morning, Joel.âÂ
Joel clears his throat. âSâactually noon, lazy ass. âBout time ya woke up.â
âWanna tell me what youâre doing?â
âExactly what it looks like.â He sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve. Gross. âMâworkinâ.âÂ
âYeah, I see that. But you sound sick.âÂ
Joel ignores the accusation, âYour yard looks like shit, by the way,â he says. âWouldnât kill ya to rake once in a while. âStead of makinâ me do it.âÂ
âYou choose to do this. I donât make you do anything,â you argue, rolling your eyes. Itâs funny, though. Joelâs turning into the caricature of the old man angrily shaking his fist at kids playing on his lawn. All crotchety and pissed off about nothing. You step closer to him and wrap your hand around the handle of the rake, pulling it towards yourself. âBesides, Mother Nature put those leaves there for a reason,â you add.Â
âSure, smartass. For you to ignore and for me to clean up. Now, give it,â Joel tugs the rake back. Whatever. You let him. Joel rakes more of your leaves into the pile heâs created, then doubles over in another coughing fit. You rub your palm on his back, patting him gently. Heâs sweating through his flannel. âOh, Christ. Fuck me.âÂ
âJoel, you look awful.â
You help him stand up, âYouâre a terrible flirt, darlinâ,â Joel replies dryly. But he knows youâre not wrong. He saw in the mirror how pale he looked this morning, the dark circles around his eyes.Â
âOh, shut up.â You press the back of your hand against Joelâs forehead, all sweaty and warm. âYouâre burning up, Joel. Youâre sick.âÂ
âI am not sick,â Joel protests through another cough. âIâm fine. How âbout you worry âbout yourself âstead of fussinâ over me.â
âYouâre hacking up a lung in my yard. Iâll worry about you all I want, thank you.â
In response, Joel grumbles something you canât quite make out. You roll your eyes and take the rake from him, dropping it on the grass. âMy rake,â Joel murmurs, annoyed and defeated. With your work clearly cut out for you, you take his hand and lead him into your house. âAw, hell. Whatâre you doinâ to me.âÂ
âTaking care of you,â you reply.
âDidnât sign up for this bullshit,â Joel complains. âI donât need takinâ care of.â
Oh, heâs a peach. Most men, when sick, are total babies - pathetically crying about their headaches and stomachaches to women who deal with the same symptoms on a monthly basis. Itâs charming, truly. But not Joel, though. In his stubbornness, Joel refuses to ever admit when heâs sick, like heâs got something to prove. Can never let himself be taken care of, because thatâs his job - to take care of others. Always has been.Â
Once inside, you have Joel take off his boots, then usher him to the bathroom with a hand on his back, his flannel damp with sweat. âSit.â You reach for Joelâs shoulders and push him down, forcing him onto the lidded toilet. You crouch down at the bathtub and plug the drain with the stopper, then turn the water on - not too hot, not too cold. âYeah, this is good. Thisâll make you feel so much better.âÂ
âOh, câmon. Turn off the damn water. Iâm not takinâ a bath.âÂ
âYou are, too.âÂ
âAm not.âÂ
âJoel,â you bite. Joel parrots your name back in the same threatening tone.
âWeâre breaking that fever one way or another, Joel. So you bathe yourself, or Iâll do it.âÂ
Joel cocks an eyebrow. âOh, will ya, now?â
You go quiet, no retort to his comment. Heat rises to your cheeks and you focus on the bathtub filling with water to avoid Joelâs taunting gaze. After a long enough silence passes, Joel changes the subject. âI donât have any clean clothes, yâknow.âÂ
âThen Iâll grab you some from your house,â you mumble.
âMm,â Joel grunts. âGot an answer for everything, donâtcha?â
You glare. Joel glares too. You fold your arms across your chest and raise your eyebrows at him. You are not losing this battle.Â
Joel sighs in defeat. âAlright, go on anâ get, then. Iâll take the fuckinâ bath if itâll get me fifteen minutes away from you obsessinâ over me. There. Happy?âÂ
âHappy.â
You leave Joel in the bathroom to bathe himself, closing the door behind you. Still wearing nothing but pajamas and a robe, you change quickly into a hoodie and jeans, then leave through your front door for the second time.
Joelâs house is right next to yours, so itâs not a long walk. Mentally, youâre kicking yourself for your stupid threat to bathe Joel. The way he responded to it, âOh, will ya?â and how bashful that made you, the embarrassment written all over your face in big, black, permanent marker. Your crush on the older man is obvious, and Joel, never the gentleman, will jump at any opportunity to make you squirm. Like when he catches your eyes lingering on him for a little too long, heâll tease you for it. âSârude to stare, yâknow,â heâll taunt, always with that stupid fucking grin on his face. Smile lines framing his cheeks, crows feet handsomely peeking at the corners of his eyes. You really need to stop setting yourself up for these things.Â
Once in Joelâs house, you head upstairs for his bedroom and rifle through his dresser drawers for some comfy clothes. You pick out a pair of plaid boxers, some gray sweatpants, and a navy waffle-knit henley. You bunch up his clothes and inhale, Joelâs natural smell still lingering in the clothes, even washed.Â
In his kitchen, you notice some vegetables sitting out on his countertops. Carrots, potatoes, onions. You grab those too, then check the fridge for leftover chicken or turkey or something. He usually has some, and usually brings it to you after heâs had his fill. âThis is for you, trouble. Cause yâdonât eat enough,â heâll gruff. âWould you like me to heat it up for ya?â And whether you say yes or no, he always does. It seems to make him happy or fulfill him somehow, so you let him take care of you like that. If only heâd let you return the favor.
Bingo. Thereâs chicken in old Tupperware right on the top shelf, and yesterdayâs date written in Joelâs terrible handwriting from an old, dried up Sharpie. You take that too, then go back home.Â
You leave Joelâs food you stole on the kitchen table and stop at your linen closet for a fresh towel. You knock on the bathroom door, âJoel?â
âYeah, darlinâ.â
âI have your clothes. And a towel.â
âGood. I need those,â Joel says. âCâmon in, then.âÂ
You open the door, averting your eyes from Joelâs naked body in the bathtub. âRelax. Mânot gonna let you see somethinâ you ainât âsposed to.â Heâs got his hands covering his manhood, the rest of himself on display - toned biceps, veined forearms. His belly is pillowy and hairy and his legs look so long, all bare like this. His toes peeking out of the soapy bathwater. You set the towel and his clothes down on the toilet, stealing an even longer look at him when you think he doesnât notice. âI see ya snoopinâ, trouble. Wanna take a picture?â
You roll your eyes and ignore the offer, turning your attention to Joel but keeping your eyes focused on his face. His hair is slicked back, and his grays pop out against the rest of his dark hair, little ringlet curls at his neck. The asshole is criminally handsome.Â
âAre you feeling better?â
âI feel fine. Like Iâve felt all day,â Joel lies. His body betrays him instantly when another cough wracks through him.Â
âRight. Well, you smell better, at least.âÂ
Joel rolls his eyes, âNice one, sweetheart. Thanks. Now scram, so I can get dressed.âÂ
You leave the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself again. You can hear the sound of the bathtub draining and Joel getting out of the tub as you stop at the linen closet again, this time grabbing some queen sized sheets and pillowcases.Â
In your living room, you pull some cushions off of your sofa and pull out the built-in bed, then dress it with the sheets and an old floral quilt. You cover your own pillows in the pillowcases, then fluff them nicely and set them up for Joel, whoâs leaving the bathroom now, combing his hair back.
âStole your comb,â he says, tossing it for you to catch. He stops in the living room and looks at the pull-out bed that you made up, the corners of the sheets tucked in and everything. âThe hellâs all this?â
âExactly what it looks like,â You mock his words from earlier. âYour bed.â
âYouâre beinâ ridiculous. I ainât even sick.â
You ignore Joel and point to the bed. âGet in.â
Joel rolls his eyes but gets in the bed anyway, springs squeaking under his weight. âMânot gettinâ in this bed âcause Iâm sick or âcause youâre makinâ me. Just feel like sittinâ.âÂ
âSure, Joel,â you sigh. âHow much water have you had today?â
âPlenty.â
âHow much is plenty?â
âItâs enough,â he snaps impatiently. You leave him just for a second to fill a glass with some water, then bring it to him. Joel pushes the glass away, âI said Iâve had enough.âÂ
âIâll decide whatâs enough, now hereââ you put the glass into his hand, âDrink.âÂ
Joel drinks the entirety of the glass, glaring at you the entire time. Good god, if looks could fucking kill. The cool water soothes his scratchy, sore throat, but Joel wonât tell you that. âYouâre a tyrant, sweetheart,â he tells you, voice raspy and low. What he doesnât tell you, however, is that if the shoe were on the other foot and you were the sick one right now, he'd be just as overbearing over your health. Probably worse.Â
You pout mockingly at Joel as you take his glass. âStay here. Donât get up.âÂ
You get up from the bed to go into the kitchen and begin preparing a soup for Joel to soothe his aching throat. You start by dicing onions, then chopping some carrots. You toss them in a large pot with some butter, letting the vegetables soften. Youâve even got some leftover bread you made yesterday, so you turn on your oven to heat it up. You can hear Joel getting restless, tossing and turning in the less than comfortable bed. Probably should have turned on a movie for him, left him a book or something to occupy his restless mind. âYou okay?â
âMâfine. Mind your business.âÂ
You open Joelâs Tupperware and chop up his chicken into little bits. When you look up, Joelâs out of bed. You scoff. Heâs forcing open your window, grunting as it squeaks. âJoel, what did I tell you? Get your ass back in that bed.â
âRelax, would ya? Mâtryinâ to get some air in here.â Joel successfully forces the window open, and cool air blows into your tediously warmed home. âHouse is a fuckinâ oven.â
âYeah, well, thatâs probably your fever talking, dumbass. Put my window down.âÂ
âI really outta fix this window for ya. Ainât good to leave it like this. Iâll get my tools anâ Iââ
You march across the kitchen and into the living room, knife in hand and using it to point to the bed. âJoel.â
âYou scare me,â Joel mumbles, raising his arms in surrender. He closes the sticky window for you, then you march him back to the pullout. Before Joel lays down, he glances in the kitchen at what youâve been cooking. He heard the sounds of you chopping, but with his nose all congested he canât smell enough to hazard a guess as to what youâve been making. Joel narrows his eyes at the stolen Tupperware on your table, the carrots and onion peels to the side, and recognizes it all as his. âIs that myâŚ?âÂ
âJust lay down, Joel.âÂ
âDid you take that from my fridge?âÂ
âI did.â
Youâre completely shameless about this, thereâs not even a half-assed attempt at lying your way out, and Joelâs beside himself. âYou stole from me, you littleââ You urge Joel into bed, fluffing the pillows behind him as you ignore his tantrum. âYou are unbelievable. I could throttle you, you know that?â
âGo ahead, Joel,â you challenge. A slight breeze could knock this sick old man down to his knees. You tuck Joel into the sheets, then adjust the quilt over him again. And this time before leaving him, you grab an old book of word searches in a basket under an end table. âHere.â You toss it to him along with a dull pencil. That should keep him busy.
Back in the kitchen, youâre still working on Joelâs soup. Itâs bubbling away on the stove, and youâve just finished making egg noodles to make the dish a little heartier. Something to stick to his ribs. It hits you then, that you donât hear sniffling or coughing. Joelâs gone quiet, suspiciously so.Â
And lo and be-fucking-hold, Joelâs up again. This time, with tools. Tools that you donât have, tools that he must have snuck out and grabbed from his home at some point. âJoel!âÂ
âThere,â Joel says, moving your window up and down seamlessly. âWindowâs fixed.âÂ
âHow many times do I have to say it?âÂ
âHow about you try a âthank youâ, huh?â Joel shoots back.
You shoo him back to bed. You slice a bit of warm bread, then ladle some soup into a bowl and bring it to him with a spoon. âEat,â you tell him.Â
Joel eats a spoonful, and itâs written all over his face how much he enjoys it, the warm broth relieving his sore throat. âSo whatâd you poison it with, huh?â
âOh, youâre such a dick.âÂ
Joel smiles, only teasing. âMâsorry. Sâjust that you shouldnât be doinâ all this for me, sâall.â Joel squeezes your knee comfortingly. âThank you. I mean it, darlinâ.â Heâll let you feed him, but no more than that. Youâre too sweet for your own good. âSâgood soup.â
âIâm glad you like it, you asshole.â You smile too, and push some of Joelâs hair out of his face. He finishes his bowl of soup, even has a second one. You take his bowl away and wash it at the sink.
âShould let me do that,â Joel says, following you into the kitchen. âAinât that how it works? One cooks, the other cleans.â Joel bumps you to the side and takes the soapy dish from your hands.
âMaybe another time,â you offer, attempting to take back the bowl. âDonât want your germs on my dinnerware.â But Joel holds on tight, so you let him wash the dish. Since he wants to die on this hill. So you dry your hands, then feel his forehead once again. You frown, displeased that the bath didnât work at curbing his fever at all. Heâs still burning up. âIâll be right back.âÂ
You go to your bathroom and open the cabinet vanity, where you have an old Walgreens thermometer, the paint all smudged off. You wash it with soap and water in the sink, then return to Joel. Amazingly, you find him in the bed doing his word search puzzle, and you didnât even have to tell him to go lay down this time.Â
The bed creaks under you as you sit down next to him. You put his book down, âOpen,â you tell him, thermometer in hand.
âOh, câmon now,â Joel complains. âGet that thermometer outta my face.â Â
You shake your head no, and tug on Joel's chin so that he opens his mouth. You place the thermometer under his tongue and he closes his lips around it, staring daggers at you the entire time thermometer reads his temperature.Â
Heâs so handsome. Big, sparkling brown eyes underneath brows knit together in irritation. Pouting lips. Age looks good on him, perfectly both softens and enhances his rougher edges.
The thermometer beeps. You read the temperature, 102.3°F. Why Joelâs even upright with a fever like this is a mystery, but thatâs men for you. Fucking idiots. âThatâs a hell of a fever youâre running, Joel.â
âYouâre fullâa shit. Gimme that.â Joel sniffles and snatches the thermometer from you to read the number for himself. He shrugs. âSâold. Probably faulty. Canât trust it.â Joel covers his mouth with his elbow and coughs loudly.Â
âYouâre old and faulty too, Joel. Look at you.â You offer him a handkerchief to wipe his nose. âYouâre falling apart.âÂ
Joel scowls at you before blowing his nose. You leave him once more, this time to bring him a cool, damp rag. You press it against his forehead, and Joel closes his eyes. âDoes that feel nice?â
âNo. Quit that.âÂ
But Joelâs body betrays him. Heâs sighing in relief, and his tensed muscles loosen. His breathing, while still shallow, has slowed as much as it can, soft belly rising and falling with steady breaths.
âAre you falling asleep?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not. Mânot tired,â Joel argues. He tries adjusting the now lukewarm rag, warmed by his body heat.
âYou should sleep.â
âNah.â
 You take the damp rag off of Joelâs forehead and flip it so that the cooler side soothes his hot, feverish skin. âYou know, Joel, I think this is why god made women. To take care of stupid, sick men like you.â
âHm. Could be so. But I think he sent you to me as a punishment of sorts.âÂ
âIs that so? A punishment?â
âSâright. Anâ some day, youâll fool some poor man into marryinâ you and heâll have to put up with this same shit the rest of his life. I donât envy that sorry bastard one bit.âÂ
âOh, I know,â you coo, wiping away a droplet of water that rolls down his temple. âYou tell me all about it, Joel. Tell me how terrible it is.â
âOh, I intend to.â Joel continues his tirade, bitching and moaning about how you're doing too much, that none of this is necessary. âQuit fussinâ over meâ and so on.
You know that after this, Joel will try to leave you, go home and fiddle with things in his home that arenât broken - or worse yet, heâll tinker with the things in yours that he deems in need of fixing. Squeaky door, creaky floor panels. You listen to his slight wheezing, his sniffling, his voice all raspy and broken. He really does need to rest, the poor man.Â
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man.Â
You remove the damp rag from Joelâs head and set it on the coffee table behind you. Joelâs eyes are shut as he takes shallow breaths, and you trace lazy patterns on his stomach, inching your way down, down, until youâre rubbing his warm bulge, feeling him stiffen beneath your touch. âGoddamnit, what the hell are you doinâ tâme, now?â Joel groans. He takes your wrist and squeezes it gently in his grip.
âNothing, Joel,â you answer innocently.
 âBullshit, itâs - youâre - oh, fuck.â Joel bucks into your palm. You slide your hand beneath his sweatpants to touch his bare cock, amused at how Joel decided against wearing boxers today. âYouâre killinâ me, sweetheart. You gotta, you canâtââ
âShhh,â you hush him. You drag your nails through his patch of coarse hair, playing with those long and wiry hairs. You palm his cock again, half hard and growing harder by the second. Before this goes further, you tug his sweatpants down his thighs. âLift up for me, Joel.â
Joel lifts his hips and you tug his sweats down the rest of the way, then continue touching him. You spit into your hand and pump him from top to bottom, taking special care to gently massage his balls when you reach the base of his cock. âOhh, darlinâ. Oh lord.âÂ
Joelâs stiffened to full length now. You kiss the tip of his cock, all the way down his shaft before licking your way back up, one long, fat stripe. You swirl your tongue around the head and dip your head, teasing him with it as you bob your head up and down, taking more and more of him down your throat with each pass.
Joel moans, his sick voice breaking a little. He keeps a heavy hand on your bobbing hand and wonders what the hell he did to deserve this from you. He should have stopped fighting his sickness long ago if this is what was in the cards for him.Â
Realization dawns on Joel. It all makes sense, why youâre sucking him off at this particular moment. Youâre trying to put him to bed, you goddamn deviant. âYouâre trouble,â he accuses. âI know exactly what youâre doinâ.âÂ
âHmm?â You turn your head to Joel, his cock still in your mouth. You bounce it against your inner cheek, and Joel groans at the lewd image of his cockhead bulging in your mouth.
âYeah,â Joel says. âAnd let me - oh, fuck-â You drop your head low, taking all of him into your mouth. So deep that your nose is buried in his pubic hair. âLet me tell ya, darlinâ, what youâre doin - it ainât gonna work on me.â
You pull off of his cock with a pop. âIt wonât?â
Joel shakes his head. âMm-mm. Youâre wastinâ your time.âÂ
âOh. Well, I should stop, then.âÂ
You begin to pull off of his cock, but Joel forces you back down. âNah, you donât have t - you gotta give it your best shot, right?â
You smile with Joelâs cock in your mouth. What a fucking guy. You pull off of him only momentarily, garnering a protesting groan spilling from his lips. You take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. âLemme help you with that, câmere, darlinâ,â Joel says, pulling your pants and panties down your legs. He unclasps your bra next, then sheds his own clothing.Â
You take him right back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his length. This time, though, you play with your pussy. As you move up and down Joelâs shaft, you slip through your folds, dipping down to your wet hole to gather your arousal on your fingertips. You circle your clit a couple of times, then push your fingers in and out of your pussy.Â
âYou fuckinâ yourself on your fingers, sweetheart?â
âMm-hm,â you hum, mouth stuffed full of Joelâs cock.
Joel pulls your hand away and replaces your fingers with his own, much thicker and longer ones. âLet me,â he says. âSâmy job. Shouldnât have tâdo that to yourself, âless you wanna. Or if I say so.âÂ
Joel spreads your thighs wider. He moves his pointer and middle fingers up and down, exploring your slick, velvety pussy. He sucks those two fingers and then his thumb and rubs tight circles around the sensitive nub, all swollen and wet with your arousal. You moan at the action, the vibration of your voice traveling right down his shaft and to his balls. He bucks himself into your mouth.
Joel inserts his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out slowly before curling them upward, stroking right where you need him to. âGot a nice fuckinâ pussy,â he purrs with his hoarse, gravelly voice. You pulse around his fingers, and Joel admires the way your tight hole hugs him as he moves in and out of you. âSheâs makinâ such a mess, drippinâ all over me.âÂ
You twist your fist up and down Joelâs shaft as you suck him, working him closer and closer to the edge. Joelâs content with this, the prospect of coming down your throat and fucking you with his fingers. But you have a different idea, and when his balls are tightening and his shaft is twitching, his breathing quickening, you pull off of him.Â
Joel groans in frustration, but his anger is quickly eased when you straddle his hips. You reach between your legs for his cock and stroke it, dragging the tip through your folds, up and down, up and down, dipping it in and out of yourself to tease him. âYouâre fightinâ dirty.âÂ
 Joelâs exercised enough self control today and doesnât let you tease him for long. He puts both of his large, weathered, and masculine hands on your waist and pulls you right down on his cock, the initial penetration causing a stretch so intense you see stars for a second. âOh god, Joel,â you moan, clutching his shoulders.Â
âI know, I know,â Joel whispers, rubbing your back. âYou good, sweetheart? You need a minute?â
 âJust - just a second.â
 âTake your time. Know itâs a lot, youâll get used to it.âÂ
Joel gives you a second, then inches you up and down on his cock to get you adjusted to the sensation of being so full of him. Soon enough, the ache dissipates and is replaced with pleasure, nothing but pure pleasure. You rest against his hot body, rocking your hips to grind against his pubic bone.Â
You know that by the way he bucked his hips into your mouth, how he pulled you down on his cock, how even now he moves you, that heâll tire himself out. Your plan was simply to make him come to knock him out, but this - this works too. Exhaust his body, get yourself off in the process. Killing two birds with one stone.Â
Joel fucks you harder now, hands on your ass to move you up and down on his cock. He bends his legs at the knee for more leverage, bouncing you on his lap. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he grunts. He moves you so that your chest is right above his face, and one at a time, sucks your nipples into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing them.Â
You hold onto Joelâs broad shoulders to steady yourself, looking down at him as he fucks himself into you. Heâs so handsome, cheeks and chest all flushed red, a sheen of sweat glittering at his hairline, his graying curls damp. Joelâs eyebrows are knit together as he fucks you, tracing your curves with his gaze. He pulls you against his chest as he ruts against you, his scruff scratching your skin so deliciously. âTakinâ me so good. Look so pretty on my cock like this.âÂ
You move at his will. Joelâs underneath you, rocking himself in and out of your dripping, tight pussy. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips stuttering in a non-rhythm as he pushes himself inside you over and over. He must be getting close now.Â
âUp, sweetheart. Lean back fâme.âÂ
You peel yourself off of Joelâs middle, all slick with his sweat. Joel spits into his hand and presses the calloused pads of his fingertips against your clit. You roll your hips against him, savoring that much-needed friction against your clit.
âLike that, darlinâ. Jusâ like that. Fuck yourself on my cock,â Joel says, rubbing your sensitive bud with tight circles. âGonna watch you come all over me.âÂ
âYeah,â you moan, âWanna come for you.âÂ
Joel loves you like this. Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape, body quivering and twitching on top of him. He steadily massages your wet, swollen clit and wears a crooked smile when he feels your cunt start to pulse around him. And you think youâre pulling one over on him, but look at you, all fucked out and delirious. Youâll probably crash after this, and Joel will go right back to fixing up your house. Thereâs a door hinge thatâs been squeakingâŚ
âOh my - Joel, Iâm - Iâm gonna -âÂ
âKnow you are, sweetheart. Let me have it,â he groans, voice all broken and hoarse. âCome all over my cock, darlinâ. Let go fâme.âÂ
That hot, sticky pleasure in your gut begins to intensify rapidly. You go quiet just before it happens, then let out a long, whimpering moan when your orgasm takes over your body. You shudder and jerk as Joel fucks you through your release, and once youâve ridden it out, Joel pulls you tight against his chest.Â
While you come down from your high, Joel frantically fucks you, slamming his hips against yours as he chases his own climax, balls tightening and his belly filling with warmth. âOh, goddamn. Fuck, fuck, fuck,â Joel pants as he comes, painting your insides with his hot seed, the warmth of his release and the pulsing of his cock so satisfying.Â
Coming down from his orgasm, a wave of exhaustion hits Joel. He finds himself unable to move, unable to open his heavy eyelids. He mightâve been wrong, because napping away the rest of the afternoon doesnât sound quite so bad, now.
You pull your body off of Joelâs and he lets out a sighing grunt when his softening cock slides out of your body, the mess he created with you spilling all over his lap. You grab that washrag you held against his forehead and clean him up and then yourself, then get up to dispose of it.Â
Joel grabs you by the arm, his grip weak. âDonât you go anywhere, trouble,â he grumbles.Â
âBut Iâve gotta take care of this, Joel,â you protest.Â
âDeal with it later. Just -â Joel yawns and pulls you down and holds you tight against his chest, as tight as he can, anyway. âJusâ stay with me a minute.âÂ
Joelâs eyes are still shut, and his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic. Itâs laughable how quickly sleep is taking over his sick, exhausted body, having used what little life he had in himself to fuck you stupid. Like that last burst of energy from a dying star. âI thought you werenât tired,â you tease.
Joel sniffles. âMânot.âÂ
âMhm. Sure.âÂ
âJust checkinâ my eyelids for holes.â
You push some curls out of Joelâs face and hold your palm against his cheek, still hot with his fever. Heâs so peaceful looking like this, plump lips pouting as he breathes through his mouth. You bring your face close to his and close the gap by pressing a little kiss against his lips.Â
âWhatâre you kissinâ me for, hm?âÂ
âI want to,â you reply, kissing him again.
âGonna get yourself sick,â Joel murmurs groggily, eyes still closed. âWhich means in a couple days, I get to do all this right back to you. S'payback, darlinâ.â
You chuckle. And in just a few short seconds, Joelâs snoring lightly, dead to the world.
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how do you sleep?
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: joel's always there to comfort you with his words and a warm bed after a nightmare, but tonight, you need a little more
warnings: 18+ MDNI, jackson era, soft!joel, comfort, undefined relationship, getting together, mentions of nightmares & insomnia, smut, unprotected piv, slow/intimate sex, creampie
word count: 3.3k
âWhasâwrong?â
You didn't mean to end up here again. It's the third night this week you swiped Joel's key from under the doormat and found yourself standing in his bedroom doorway.
"Can't sleep," you reply, barely above a whisper. Exhaustion seeps into your voice, permeating your limbs the longer you remain standing.
He already knows why you're here. Ever since you, Joel, and Ellie arrived in Jackson and were offered homes of your own, rest evades you more than it ever did on the road. It's too quiet here, and your racing mind fills the silence with the horrors of a life lived in constant fear.
You know you're safe now. You know that, but it's not enough to convince your body or quell the ever-present tightness in your chest telling you to run, to hide. Your fears are more potent in the dark, and the shadows creeping from wall to wall have sharper edges. Teeth that threaten to tear you apart and rip away everything and everyone you've fought so hard to protect.
The walls and floorboards creak with life that shouldn't be present in an empty, two-story homeâtoo big for a single person, and yet still yoursâand quickly begin to sound like impending death.
Nowadays, more often than not, you seek out a different kind of shelter. The familiar, comforting embrace of the man who kept you warm and protected through harsh winters and from monsters prowling in the night. That's where you belong.
Crisp bedsheets rustle in the dark and then you hear Joel pat the mattress twiceâan invitation to occupy the space beside him, the one he always leaves empty just in case.
"Well, c'mon then. Hurry up," he grumbles, still half-asleep. But he isnât frustrated. He's tired, just like you, and he'll probably sleep a lot better knowing both of his girls are resting soundly under his roof.
You trudge over and waste no time burying your face in his bare chest, breathing in pine and cedar wood shavings before exhaling a heavy sigh of relief. Throwing a leg over his thighs, you mold into him, rubbing your cheek into coarse curls and marveling at the calm, steady rhythm beneath you.
It feels good to be home. You're not sure why you let Maria give you an entire house to yourself when everything you could ever want or need was right across the street. Every time you end up back here, you wonder. And every time you leave, you wish you'd stayed.
He wraps you up in his arms and tugs you into his side, murmuring your name with soft lips that tenderly caress your forehead. They're so warm, just like the rest of him, and you find yourself aching to feel them on yours. It's a line neither of you have ever crossed, but tonight's been rough.
For what felt like days, you were forced to watch as your worst nightmares came to bloody fruition. You were dragged through the most brutal outcomes of events you already survived and could do nothing more than pray you'd wake up soon. When you finally came to and checked the clock, it had only been an hour and a half since you'd passed out. The moon was still high in the sky, taunting you with the promise of more. More dread, endless brutality.
Joel can make all of that go away, if only for a few hours. He always does, but tonight...you don't want to talk about it tonight. You don't want to think about it, about anything at all. You just want him.
You'd feel selfish asking for more if there wasn't already something between you. Something nurtured and gradual that's been building for months, beginning on your travels across the country and coming to an unignorable head here in Jackson.
Back then, it was stolen glances while you bathed together in streams and fleeting touches in your shared sleeping bag under star-filled skies. It's more intimate these days. He holds your hand when you're anxious, and you kiss away the frown lines and frustrated wrinkles that mar his skin.
Every day, you skirt the line between platonic companionship and whatever's starting to simmer below the surface. You're scared to hope he feels it too, but the thought of remaining in this undefined middle ground scares you even more.
The furnace drifting in and out of consciousness next to you radiates with an addictive heat you've told yourself to ignore for a long time, but it's quickly becoming an impossible feat. Pressed into his side, you're trying and failing not to writhe against him. But he's starting to notice.
His hips jerk every time your core drags against his bare thigh, a slow, repetitive grind you really shouldn't continue, but feels so fucking good combined with the slick pooling between your legs. You should stopâreally, you shouldâbut his breathing's changing and hitching, catching in his throat every time the growing tent in his boxers meets the friction of your inner thigh.
Then, he gasps something cognizant and urgent, and you know you've been caught. His hand snakes down to your ass and traps you against his side with a grip so firm, plush skin spills between his fingers.
âWoah, hold on there," he breathes out heavily, and his gaze drops to yours curiously. His eyes are wide open and alert, shining with the faint reflection of moonlight streaming through an adjacent window. Bright and yet pitch black as his sleep-addled brain struggles to catch up with his body. "What's goin' on with you tonight?"
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, debating whether or not to ask for his help. His expression is gentle but otherwise unreadable, and there's a chance this could go very, very badly. Maybe you'd be better off apologizing, but you don't want to. You're not sorry for needing him.
And the longer he waits for an answer, the more his body convinces you that he wants the same things you do. His hand is still on your ass, kneading as he urges you to rock into him, but he doesn't seem to realize he's doing it. Then, his thigh flexes and a rush of wetness coats your already soaked underwear. His expression falters, and you know he can feel it.
His voice is tighter when he speaks again, but that tinge of concern is still there. He wants to make it all better, but he can't unless you tell him how. Your hand tenses where it lies on his chest, and he covers it with his own.
"What can I do? Just tell me how to help youâwhatever it is, I'll do it," he murmurs, brushing his thumb reassuringly across your skin. You tilt your chin up and suddenly you're close enough to breathe his air. Closer than you've ever been and yet still not close enough.
"I need you to...," Fuck me. But it sounds too crude. A quick fuck isn't what you need right now. You need to be full of him, to hold him deep inside you and keep him there for as long as this night will allow. "...make me feel safe again."
"Tell me how," he repeats as you struggle to bite back a moan. He's working you against him intentionally now, encouraging you up and down his leg, and it's making your brain go a little haywire. "What do you need, baby?"
"Joel," you whine at the endearment, an intense heat building at the apex of your thighs. That's new. You want to hear him say it again, to devour every word as he buries himself inside you over and over. You will him to understand. "I need you."
He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, steeling himself before nosing into the hairs at your temple. The gesture is so tender and affectionate even as he bucks into your thigh, and it's painfully obvious how hard you're making him. He nods slowly and plants a soft kiss on your forehead, his chest rising and falling more rapidly than before.
"Okay, baby. I got you," he murmurs, his lips trailing down to your eyelids, then the apple of your cheek. "I'll make it all go away, alright? M'gonna take care of you."
And you believe him. He rolls you onto your back and you gasp as his entire weight presses you into the mattress. It's more than just comforting. You feel protected. He's shielding you from this horrible, broken world, somehow managing to prove that there's still goodness to be found. And it's on top of you, broad and strong, and wanting you just as badly as you want him.
Big hands cup your cheeks and his lips meet yours, so much different than the familiar press against your forehead or the top of your head. You're in unknown territory, but he guides you carefully and moves slowly, taking the time to explore and savor. The taste of spearmint begins to overwhelm your senses as the kiss deepens, and you lick into his mouth impatiently, already craving more.
But after years of quiet observation, Joel knows better than anyone how to temper you. Ducking down to bury his face in your neck, he kisses along the underside of your jaw, regaining control of the pace with a sharp, halting suck. And while he refuses to let your urgency rush him, he still allows your hands to roam his skin and tug at his boxers, letting you take what you wantâlike his only goal is to make sure this lasts long enough for him to fulfill his promise.
A disgruntled groan bubbles in your throat, and you feel him chuckle. "Y'know, patience is supposed to be a virtue," he mumbles, amused, his beard scratchy and grounding against your skin. You huff in response.
Tonight doesn't feel like a night for virtues. Not when things are finally changing in your favor. After so much time, so much running, you actually have somewhere to goâand stay. You're not running away anymore. You're moving towards something that feels real, and dependable, and safe, and you're doing it together. And now that you're so close you can taste it, you're done waiting.
"You're really gonna start caring about virtues now?" you ask skeptically, slipping your hands past the waistband of his boxers to grab his ass.
He hesitates, then huffs out a quiet laugh. "Fair enough."
And with that, you both know the time for talking is over. Something shifts and you're on the same page, ready to take as much as the other is willing to give.
Joel begins to drag your shirt up to reveal more, but suddenly feeling stifled, you take over and remove it completely. The look on his face makes it more than worth it. It's not the first time he's seen you naked, but as his eyes rake over your bare curves, it feels like it could be. Reverently, he returns his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before charting a path lower.
His mouth feels hot as he laves and nips across your collarbone, and he shimmies further down the bed until he's just barely ghosting the swell of your breasts. You gasp, burying your fingers in his hair as he sucks a bruise below your nipple and soothes the sting with his tongue. Licking a wide stripe past the darkening mark, he captures the bud between his teeth, another hand sliding up your stomach to cup your other breast while he alternates between swirling and sucking.
Your entire body feels like it's on fire. The ache between your thighs worsens the longer he continues, but instead of squeezing them together for relief, you wrap your legs around his waist and tug him onto you. By now, you're so wet, there's no way you're not soaking right through your underwear and into his boxers, and you hope he can feel it. If your increasing volume isn't enough of an indication that you need him inside you, then maybe this will be.
He lets out a pained groan into your chest, and you clench in satisfaction. He immediately grinds down, thrusting into you like he's forgotten about the layers of clothing still separating you. You don't bother to remind him.
Bucking him off, you quickly wrench down your underwear then reach for his, yanking them off while he sheds his t-shirt. Your fingers close around his cock before his shirt hits the floor and he startles before melting into your grip, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting around a cross between a sigh and the neediest whine you've ever heard.
You feel that telltale whoosh between your legs again, and after pumping him a few times, you guide him toward your entrance. In the back of your mind, you know you're taking a risk without a condom. You should be safer, more responsible. But it's Joel. It's always been Joel.
His eyes shoot open once he realizes where you're leading him, but you only bite your lip and nod, your expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. An unspoken agreement passes between you, a quiet understanding cultivated through years of friendship and now something more. Then, he presses inside and your mind goes blissfully blank.
No more horrors, no more fear. Just Joel keeping his promise and doing exactly what you trusted him to do. He encompasses you entirely, pressing the length of his body flush against yours as he works himself into you. The stretch was nothing you ever could've anticipated, but it grounds you in the present moment. It's everything you told yourself not to hope for when you showed up on his doorstep tonight.
His movements are slow but powerful, and he rests his forehead on yours, eyes alert and acutely aware of every change in expression. The intensity of his gaze and the slick sound of him burying himself to the hilt should make you self-consciousâit's all you can see and hear, but that's the point, isn't it? To get lost in the way he drags so perfectly against your walls and grinds his hips into yours on every thrust, slow and steady.
He's attentive, cataloging whenever he makes you moan a little louder or your eyes roll, and repeats it again and again until you're writhing underneath him. Your nails rake down his back and scratch at his scalp, and he jerks forward whenever you're a little too rough, hitting so deep, it feels like he's grazing your cervix. But the longer he continues to give you everything you want, the more his body trembles with the effort of holding himself back.
You know Joel, and you can tell when he's resisting an urge. His biceps tense where he's propped on his forearms, bracketing your head, and there's so little space between you, you can feel his abs flexing every time he plunges back inside you. He needs more and you want to give it to him.
Lifting your head, you bridge the tiny gap to meet his lips. "Joel, c'mon. You can fuck me harder than that, I'm not gonna break," you mumble between open-mouthed kisses. That catches him off guard.
He accidentally lets himself go for a thrust or two, and you're cut off by a moan, your walls squeezing him so hard, it's painful. Somehow, you manage to recover just long enough to gasp out the rest. "It's okay if you need something from me, too. Just take it. I trust you."
For an agonizing moment, Joel pauses to observe you, waiting for something in your eyes to contradict the permission you just gave him. But when he doesn't find it, he shakily exhales the breath he'd been holding and his head drops to your shoulder. The groan that follows rumbles so deeply in his chest, it makes your stomach drop. Then, without warning, his hands are gripping your thighs and he's rutting into you like a caged animal finally set free.
There he is. The man who never hesitated to gun down anyone who threatened the safety of his loved ones and did whatever it took to bring his girls home.
Recognition washes over you and fills you with a familiar feeling of security. It's something only Joel has ever been able to give you. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his hair, hoping to return even a fraction of that feeling.
As he gives into his body, he starts to ramble, his words muffled and lost to your delicate skin. But you don't need to hear him to know what he's saying. With every thrust, the bed frame rattles and gets the message across loud and clear. Your heels dig into his back, encouraging him forward, begging him to keep going, and he obliges, quickly reduced to helpless grunts and curses.
The room gets increasingly hotter and more humid, and the cool air flowing through the window isn't nearly enough to provide relief, but neither of you seems to care. You're a little in love with the way your bodies slip together, sweat and slick intermingling seamlessly.
Everything is so wet, and it feels incredibleâyour skin against his, your walls pulsing around his cock. He's molding into you, so close that you can't do much more than swivel your hips into his, and it's sending you hurtling toward the edge faster than you can fully process. The coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs your clit just right, and when he adjusts the angle to fuck you deeper than before, you hit your peak.
You dissolve into a whimpering mess beneath him, desperately riding out your orgasm as he groans and abruptly bites down on your shoulder. Releasing your legs to grab your waist, he forces himself impossibly further inside you and grinds into your spasming walls until he's coming with you. He gasps his way through it, stilling while he lets you milk him dry, then collapses on top of you and gathers you in his arms.
For a while, you both struggle to catch your breath. The mattress is bare save for the fitted sheet, your clothes, pillows, and blankets having been kicked or tossed onto the floor. It feels nice like thisâto savor the winter air cooling your bodies and to just be held. Without letting you go, Joel lifts his head to kiss the teeth marks he left on your shoulder apologetically and then shifts higher to press his lips against the underside of your jaw.
"You alright?" he asks gently, his voice a little gruffer than usual from the exertion.
"Mhm," you hum, nosing into his temple. "More than." He sighs and almost sounds relieved.
The thought makes your heart ache. If he's worried he crossed a line, well. He did. You both did, but it was a long time coming and you don't regret a thing. You squeeze him a little tighter as if to tell him, and he allows himself to melt into you briefly. Then, he draws back to cup your cheek and guide your lips to his.
He kisses you slowly, taking the time to appreciate the sensation of your mouth against his without any urgency. "Feel better?" he murmurs after reluctantly parting from you. You keep him close.
"I don't think we have to worry about any more nightmares tonight," you reply with a small smile. He returns it, eyes crinkling fondly, then rolls you onto your sides to settle in for a good night's sleep.
As you start to drift off, you hear him chuckle and mutter something under his breath that you don't quite catch. But it sounds a lot like, "Might be time for you to finally move in."
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Fever
Summary: You're ovulating- It's that time of month where you find yourself turning into an unspeakably horny monster with just one problem that Javi knows exactly how to help you fix.
Pairing: Husband!Javier PeĂąa x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.7K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also, who am I to say?) oral (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, an unspeakably explicit breeding kink (I ain't sorry about it), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Javi "Daddy" and meaning it (help), the sweetest softest sex, yet somehow the filthiest, nastiest sex at the same time??? god these two love each other so much it makes me SICK
A/N: ... If you know me, no you don't. I'm so sorry y'all, I am ovulating and absolutely FERAL, I am truly thinking that someone may need to come put me down at this point because.... yeah... raise your hand if you're surprised Madeline has yet another story with Javier PeĂąa and a big, fat, nasty breeding kink?! Oh look!! It's no one!!! ANYWHO, don't mind me while I foam at the mouth for the next 24-48 hours, BYEEEEEEEEEE
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
If there was one thing that you knew about Javi, it was that he was one of the most handsome, attractive men you had ever met.Â
His dark, curly hair.Â
His mustache.Â
His sweet brown puppy dog eyes.Â
His absolutely incomprehensible shoulder to waist ratio.Â
Your husband had it all. That, you knew for a fact.Â
Truth be told, there wasnât really much that you ever thought Javi could do to be hotter than he already was.Â
That was until a few months ago, when you had recently stopped taking your birth control and you could quite literally feel yourself morph into the insatiably feral, horny mess that you became when you were ovulating.Â
And when that was the case, not only was he the hottest man you had ever laid eyes on in your entire life, you were quite literally ready to rip his clothes right off of him at every single opportunity possible.Â
You could practically feel the change in your body when you woke up this morning- the soft sunlight of Saturday morning spilling through your curtains as you rolled over to see Javi, mouth slightly agape as he snored, face buried in his pillow and messy brown curls flopping over his head.Â
God, does he always look this hot when he sleeps? You thought to yourself, slowly stirring awake, stretching your arms over your head before creeping out of bed to make yourself some coffee to bring back upstairs with you while you waited for Javi to wake up.Â
As the bittersweet aroma and quiet, rhythmic drip of the coffee hitting the bottom of the pot began to gently rouse you from your sleepy state, you couldnât help but shake the warm, stirring sensation in your stomach from the image of Javi sleeping next to you in bed.Â
Elbows propped up against the counter, chin resting in your palms, you closed your eyes, picturing him- His sweet soft smile as you kissed his plush lips, the way his big hands roamed across your hips and back as he pulled you closer to his chest, the bulge of his cock pressed against your thigh before he-Â
âWhat are you doing up, cariĂąo?â Javiâs soft and sleepy voice cooed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest to your back as he planted a gentle kiss on your shoulder, his presence enough to snap you out of your daydream, but not enough to shake the dull ache that had been growing between your legs from the moment you woke up.Â
âI was just gonna make some coffee and bring it back up to bed. Sorry, I didnât mean to wake you up, baby.â You sighed, a smirk growing between your cheeks as you turned around to face him, Javi now caging you between his body and the counter as his hands splayed planted on either side of you. He looked down at you with his half-awake gaze and sleepy smile, still in nothing but his boxers, his tanned skin and barely there freckles glowing in the morning sunlight creeping through your kitchen window.Â
âDonât apologize, mi amor. Just wanted to know where my wife was. Glad I found her.â He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, only pulling away to quietly whisper, âGood morning, hermosa.âÂ
And while it was nothing but a simple good morning kiss, the way Javiâs lips met yours sent a spark off inside you, quickly leaning back to pull him closer to you as you draped his arms around his neck, a soft moan escaping from your parted mouth, feeling a grin growing across Javiâs face in response.Â
âMhmmm, well, a very good morning to you then. My bedhead and morning breath really doinâ it for you, huh?â Javi smirked, lowering his hands to rest on your hips, gently toying with the waistband of your sleep shorts.Â
âSorry, I uh- you just, God, you look really good this morning. Can we, um, ya know, maybe go back upstairs?â You stammered, so enamored with Javiâs presence that you could barely get a coherent thought out as you stared up at your husband, already feeling a damp patch beginning to grow in your underwear, stomach churning with arousal.Â
âYeah? Mi esposa muy dulce (my sweet wife), you want me to-âÂ
Ring, ring, ringggggg. Ring, ring, ringggggg. Ring, ring, ringggggg
âWho the fuck is calling me this earlyâŚâÂ
Javiâs face scrunched in frustration at the sound of his cell phone ringing on the kitchen counter, reaching over you to see the expression in his face shift to concern as he read the caller ID, quickly opening up his phone to answer.Â
âHey, Pops. Whatâs goinâ on? Everything okay? Again? Fuck⌠Yeah, just um- shit, yeah, Iâll be over in 30. Okay. Yup. Yeah, bye Pops.â Javi let out a deep sigh, running his hands over his face and through the sleep curled ends of his dark hair, his grumpy pout telling you that your morning was not going to go the way you thought it was 30 seconds ago. âThe gate that Pops had installed last week fell down overnight and now all the cows are loose in the pasture⌠I gotta go over there and help him put it back up before it gets even worse. Iâm so sorry, Hermosa.âÂ
âItâs okay.â You shrugged, trying your best to mask your horny disappointment.Â
âIt hopefully shouldnât take that long. I should be back before lunchtime, okay? And when I get back, if you still want,â he paused, letting his palm slide along your jaw, cradling your cheek before pressing another soft kiss onto your lips, âWe can pick up where we left off.âÂ
âPromise?â You smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
âYo prometo (I promise).âÂ
Wanting to give Javi any chance of leaving the house without trapping him in your bedroom, you tried your best to keep yourself busy while he quickly got ready and grabbed his things to head to the PeĂąa Ranch, giving him a quick kiss goodbye before watching him back out of your driveway in his truck, the image of him with one hand behind the passenger seat at the other with his palm to the steering wheel making you just about drop to your knees for reasons you thought you couldnât explain.Â
You hoped that with Javi gone, you could at least be a little productive in getting some things done around the house before he returned, but it seemed like with everything that you did and anywhere you went in your house, you couldnât help but find more reasons to add to the insatiable desire building in your core.Â
While you were trying to make breakfast, you couldnât help but stare at Javiâs favorite coffee mug, the Empire Strikes Back cup he had claimed as his at your apartment when you had first started dating. You couldnât keep yourself from imagining the width of his huge hands wrapping around it, dwarfing the mug in his grasp, thinking about how good those same hands would feel all over you.Â
After that, came trying to do the laundry, where you caught yourself sniffing Javiâs shirts, the overpowering and familiar scent of his cologne and sweat seeping through the fabric, driving you absolutely crazy, wishing you could find a way to drown in his scent.Â
Finally, in your very valiant effort to try and make your bed, you found yourself laying face down in Javiâs pillow, somehow leaving the sheets and comforters tangled and tossed about worse than you had found them.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with me todayâŚâ You whispered to yourself, now sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through the channels on your TV, somehow still even hornier than you were when you woke up this morning. You let your gaze wander away from the TV, examining the walls of your family room until you landed on your wedding photos hung across your wall, smiling to yourself as you looked at the portraits, reliving the moments of the happiest day of your life.Â
It wasnât until you glanced at one of the photos of you and Javi surrounded by your family in a candid moment where Javi had hoisted your niece on his hip to dance with her during your reception, the image making your stomach flip with an overwhelming need. After doing the quick math in your head, it hit you like a thousand pound ton of bricks why you had been so worked up all goddamn day.Â
You were ovulating, and you needed Javi to put a baby into you right now. Â
As if the universe had magically heard your prayers, you turned your head to hear your garage door opening and the familiar stomp of Javiâs boot covered footsteps trudging down the hallway. Like a moth to a flame, your heart began to race as you watched Javiâs broad body approach you, your jaw practically dropping at his appearance.Â
Javi was now glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his curls sticking to his damp forehead, and the sleeves of his button down shirt now rolled up past his elbows, the buttons once done up to near his neck before he left now trailing open to the middle of his chest, exposing the warm glow of his tanned skin underneath.Â
âHey hermosa, Iâm home! Ended up being a way easier fix than Pops thought and- Oh!âÂ
Before Javi could even get out the rest of his sentence, you were trapping his words in your own mouth, feverishly bringing your lips to his as you grabbed fistfulls of his shirt, kissing him like every bone in your body depended on it.Â
Javi stood there for a moment, almost dumbfounded and frozen, wondering what had warranted such a greeting before leaning in to reciprocate, snaking his hands to your sides and grabbing your waist, pulling away only to try and understand the reason for his passionate welcome.Â
âH-hi baby. Everything okay?âÂ
âMhmmmmmm.âÂ
âNot that Iâm mad about it, but I feel like youâre greeting me like Iâm coming home from war.â Javi laughed to himself quietly, looking down at you with a smirking suspicion.Â
âI missed you. I need you so bad, Javi.â You moaned, pressing up to lock your lips to his again, this time Javi matching your intensity as your mouths crashed into each other.Â
âIs this all from this morning?â Javi managed to ask between parted kisses, his grip tightening around you as he pulled you closer to his chest.Â
âThis morning,â you paused, beginning to kiss him between each thought, âright now,â your hands began to roam up his chest, sneaking under the fabric of his shirt, âall the time,â fingers now working at frantically undoing the buttons, âfuck, everything about you. Youâre so fucking sexy, Javi. Do you know that? God, Iâm so lucky.â At this point, it felt like the words were flowing out of you in a horny and unstoppable stream of consciousness, babbling between desperate kisses pressed against Javiâs lips. âI need you so bad. I want you fuck me, Javi. Fuck, I- I want you to put a baby in me.âÂ
Your last sentence had Javi frozen in place once again, pulling away just to make sure he had heard you correctly, even though the boyish grin growing ear to ear across his face seemed to be enough confirmation. The two of you had been trying ever since you had gotten back from your honeymoon, but now that you were to the point that your birth control was out of your system and your cycle was back to normal, it felt just a little more real to the both of you.Â
âYou want me to put a baby in you, mi amor? That what you want?â Javi groaned, his voice rumbling low in his chest as a hungry glaze painted itself across his chocolate brown eyes, making your pussy throb at hearing him say it back to you.Â
âMhmmmmm.â You nodded frantically, too caught up in your own desire to find any words to string together into a coherent sentence. âI think Iâm ovulating, so it could really happen this time. Please, baby, I-âÂ
This time, it was Javiâs turn to cut you off, his arms scooping below your legs to hoist you up around him, legs locking around his hips as he carried you down the hallway towards your bedroom, your bodies banging and bumping against the walls and door frames in a frantic race to your bed without any regard for spatial awareness. Â
As soon as you were close enough, Javi was tossing you on the bed, frantically stripping himself of his shirt and working his way down to his jeans before he realized you were sitting up, already toying with his button and zipper. You pushed his pants down his legs, followed by his boxers, revealing his cock, fully erect and weeping with precum at the tip. It wasnât long until you were scrambling off the bed and dropping to your knees in front of him, licking the salty tang of spend off his tip before he could protest that he needed to take care of you first.Â
âHermosa, I- Oh fuckkkk-â He groaned, feeling your jaw go slack as you took his length into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks until you could feel him in the back of your throat, pulling back to look up at him with batted lashes as you kissed him up and down his shaft.Â
âI wanna suck your dick, Javi. Wanna show you how much I love it. Wanna feel you down my throat before you fuck me.â You moaned, rubbing your legs together to try and ease the ache between your legs, your pussy so wet and puffy that slick and arousal were dripping from your cunt and coating the inside of your thighs.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Javi muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut to regain his composure before looking back down at you, slowly sucking at his tip, your tongue swirling around the sensitive ridges of his cock. âOkay, baby. Show me how bad you need me before I put my dick in your tight little pussy, huh?âÂ
Inch by inch, you took him back down your throat until you were brushing up against the curls at his base, the sweet and musky scent of him filling your nostrils as you inhaled. âOh fuck, Osita. Holy shit.â His voice rasped, hitching in the back of his throat watching your mouth fill with his cock. His fingers ran through your hair, tugging a little tighter as your pace began to quicken, his grunts and moans becoming louder with each push and pull. âFuck, such a good girl taking me so well. So fucking pretty when you suck my cock baby, holy fuck.âÂ
For as much as Javi wanted you to keep going until he was spilling down your throat, he needed to save every last drop for when he came inside you, fucking you full of him until he knew it took. Feeling his balls begin to draw up into his stomach, he forced himself to pull you off him, panting to catch his breath before he spoke. âI donât wanna cum yet, baby, and if you keep going like that Iâm gonna bust. Fuck, youâre so good to me. Lay down on the bed, Hermosa. Let me take care of you. Need to taste you.âÂ
Instantly, Javi was pulling you up and sitting you on the bed, letting your back hit the mattress as he settled between your legs, tugging your bottoms off until they were in a crumpled pile on the floor. his hands slide down the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart to reveal the wet, slick, and puffy mess your pussy had already become without even being touched. Javi chuckled to himself, awestruck by the sight in front of him, kissing and nipping at the meat of your legs, teasing you with how dangerously close he was to your cunt and finally giving you what you needed.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet, cariĂąo.â Letting his hands shift down, his fingers ghosted across your core as his thumbs slid through the lips of your pussy, spreading it open even further, making you whimper in anticipation. âGoddamn, sheâs so pretty. Prettiest fucking pussy Iâve ever seen. Whoâs pussy is this, baby girl?â He smirked, barely kissing your clit, driving you absolutely wild as you squirmed beneath his touch, desperate for him to do something, anything, to ease your ache. Â
âY-yours, Javi. Itâs all yours, baby. Only yours.â You whined, gazing down at him with a rampant need in your eyes, fisting at your bedsheets to find somewhere to try and release your tension.Â
âFucking right it is.âÂ
His head then dipped between your legs, arms draped across your stomach holding you in place as he began to eat you out like a man being served his last meal on this earth. Broad, flat strokes of his tongue slid between your folds, pressing against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure he knew would have you crumbling beneath him.Â
You couldnât help but rithe under his touch, instinctively bucking your hips at his face, overwhelmed by the way Javi was relentlessly drinking you up, his fingers gripping tighter to the meat of your thighs to hold you in place as you could feel the tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine, your back arching in desperate anticipation.Â
Almost as if he could read your mind, Javi easily slipped two fingers inside you, curving in just the right way to bump against your g-spot, fucking in and out of you to fill the emptiness in your pussy he knew you craved.Â
âJ-Javi, oh fuck- donât stop baby, please, donât stop.â You whimpered, your eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head as you felt your orgasm begin to build, cunt clenching tighter around Javiâs fingers and beginning to flutter while he sucked on your clit. You could feel his smug smirk pressed against your heat as your hand shot down between your legs, grabbing and tugging on fistfulls of his thick locks, your tell tale sign that it was only a few more moments before you were about to come undone.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. Say my name, baby girl. Let me hear you.âÂ
And there you were, chanting his name like a prayer, over and over again until you reached your breaking point.Â
âJavi, Javi, Javi, J-Javi, J-aaaahhhhhh, oh fuck-âÂ
In an instant, you could feel a wave of pleasure crashing through you in toe curling delight, your orgasming ripping through every inch of your body with undeniable intensity, your slick soaking Javi as he drank up every last drop of you, savoring the sweet taste of you on his tongue.Â
You sat there for a moment, back against the mattress as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, blissed out of your mind as you sat propped up on your elbows, staring at Javi, proudly wiping the slick covering his face with the back of his hand.Â
âJavi, holy fuck, baby.â You gasped, swallowing hard as you watched Javi begin to hover over you, making his way up your body one slow, wet kiss at a time, nipping at the soft skin of your stomach before cupping your breasts, taking one in his mouth, sucking and flicking at your pebbled nipples with his tongue while he rolled the other between his fingers. The whimpers escaping from your lips were damn near pathetic, but considering how worked up you were, you could have probably cum again just from this alone.Â
âYou still want me to fuck a baby into you, Hermosa?â Javi asked all too knowingly, tongue darting between the smirk of his parted lips, trailing languid kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. Â
âY-yes. Fuck, yes.â You moaned, breath hitching at the back of your throat as Javi sucked at your pulse point.Â
âTell me how badly you want it, pretty girl.â Javi whispered, his voice rumbling low in his throat as he nipped at your ear. âTell me how much you want me to give you a baby.âÂ
âF-fuck, so badly Javi. Please, baby. I want you to so bad. I want you to more than anything. I wanna make you a daddy, Javi.âÂ
If Javi had any ounce of self composure left, that alone was enough to make him crumble, letting out an audible groan, his dick even harder than he already thought it could be.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Javi groaned, sucking you in for another electric kiss. âTurn around, baby.âÂ
Scooching yourself further up the mattress, you laid with your stomach to the bed as Javi climbed behind you, swiping his cock through your folds before sinking into your heat, bottoming out against your cervix and whimpering at the sweet sting of his stretch, sucking him in with your warm, velvety walls.Â
Slowly, Javi began to thrust in and out of you, taking his time with each stroke as he laid his chest against your back, interlocking his fingers with yours outstretched above your head on the bedspread, head buried in the crook of your neck.Â
Each push and pull of his hips elicited more lewd sounds than the last- you were practically dripping at this point from how worked up you were, and could hear the wetness pooling in your pussy, filling the room with obscenely filthy sounds.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet. You hear that, Momma? You hear how wet you are for me? Hear how badly your tight little pussy wants me to fill her up? Pump her full of me?â Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, his grip around your hands even tighter than before, biting down on your shoulder trying his best to keep from falling apart at just how good you felt around him, coating every inch of his length in your arousal. Â
âI want you to cum so deep inside me, Javi. P-please, baby.â You begged, craning your neck behind you just enough to see the wrecked expression painted across Javiâs face that mirrored yours.Â
Suddenly, you could feel Javi grabbing your hips, flipping you over as your back bounced against the mattress, now staring up at him. He ran his hands up the back of your thighs until your knees were against your stomach, spread open as wide as you could be for him.Â
As he sunk back in your heat, he caged himself over you, devouring you in a desperate and hungry kiss of mangled tongue and teeth, catching your moans in his mouth as he bottomed out inside you.Â
âNeed to see that beautiful face when you cum for me, cariĂąo. Wanna see you when you soak my cock, w-watch, oh fuck- you when I fuck you so full of me, Iâll knock you up tonight.â Javi moaned between kisses.Â
The new angle had Javi pounding into you in the way that had your jaw going slack and your cunt beginning to clench tighter and tighter around his length, once again feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten with arousal.Â
âP-please, Javi. F-fuck- You feel so good, donât stop, baby.â You whimpered, your eyes locking with his, your heart racing as you stared into the deep chocolate brown of his gaze.
âI wonât stop, hermosa. Wonât stop until I fill this perfect pussy up. Fuck you so full of me, Iâll be dripping out of you for days. Wonât stop until I fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you give us a family- Jesus, fuck- Fuck, I love you so much.âÂ
Snaking his hand between your bodies, he reached between your legs to rub at your clit, rhythmically circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you, knowing at this rate, you werenât going to last much longer, and that meant neither was he.Â
âI love you too, Javi. More than anything.â Â
 Each thrust of his hips sending you closer to the brink of collapse than the last, the noises of your wanton moans, skin slapping against each other and the wetness of Javiâs cock sloppily pumping in and out of your cunt had the room sounding borderline pornographic. You could feel your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as the coil in your belly was about to reach a breaking point until the firm grasp of Javiâs palm around your jaw forced your gaze up at him once again.Â
âEyes on me, baby. Eyes on me when you cum. Need to see you when I fuck a baby into you, Momma.âÂ
That was all you needed to finally send you over the edge, your body exploding with pleasure as your orgasm overtook you, your thighs shaking and voice trembling with wrecked pleas of Javiâs over and over.
âJ-Javi, Javi, Javiiiii, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, oh God, fuck, baby, fuck!âÂ
As you gushed around his cock, your pussy gripped him like a vice as you came. Javiâs hips began to stutter, his pace now becoming frantic and sloppy knowing how close he was to following suit, losing all inhibitions as you sobbed out in ecstasy.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Mierda- Fuck, Iâm close. Gonna fill this pussy up- oh shit- so full itâll f-fucking take. I know it will. I p-promise, I- oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stammer of his hips, Javiâs orgasm consumed him, his spend coating every inch of your walls as he spilled into you, milking himself of every last drop as he came. His body slumped into yours, chests rising and falling in sync as both of you laid in post-orgasmic bliss, completely lost in the sensation of each other.Â
After a moment, Javi finally pulled out his softening cock, making you whine at the loss. Sitting back on his haunches, he couldn't help but admire the absolute mess between your legs- your pussy so puffy and swollen, covered in your shiny slick, and dripping with his cum. A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he watched his spend begin to leak out of you, knowing that you were overflowing with him.Â
His fingers traced down your thighs, dragging his cum back to your cunt, making sure a single drop didn't go to waste. You couldn't help but sob as his curved fingers push back inside your pussy, making sure you stay stuffed full of him so he knew it took, because God, did want it more than anything to take.Â
Gently pulling back out, Javi couldnât help but lean down to kiss you again, grabbing your face as he peppers you with kisses, making you squeal in a ticklish delight.Â
âI love you so much, mi amor.â Javi cooed, his forehead resting against yours as he softly stroked your face, your heart swelling with joy and excitement at the man you hoped from 9 months from now, would be the father to your child.Â
âI love you too, Jav. Youâre gonna be such a good Daddy.â You smirked, teasing him just enough to make him let out a sigh, biting down on his lip.Â
âYouâre gonna fucking kill me with that one. You know that?âÂ
âWell itâs true!â You laughed, giving him a playful nudge, running your hand through the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck. âYou think this one will be the one?âÂ
âI hope so. If not, guess weâre just gonna have to keep trying every day till it is, huh?âÂ
âIf you keep fucking me like that, weâre gonna have 12 kids before you know it.âÂ
âI mean⌠wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.â Javi grinned, rasing his eyebrows at you with a boyish glow.Â
âJavi! We are not having 12 kids!â You protested, rolling your eyes at your husband.Â
âOsita, if you keep coming on to me like you did today, we may not have a fucking choice.â Â
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Have A Good Night
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.
Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, flirting, alcohol and food consumption, smut (18+ MDNI), protected piv sex, size kink, shy!joel, fluff, mutual pining, cringy/embarrassing crush interactions
WC: 7.9K
Written for @morallyinept's Flora & Fauna Challenge (masterlist here)
dividers by the one and only @saradika-graphics
It was never roses that he bought. That should have been your first clue.
Every Friday he came through your checkout lane with a beautiful flower arrangement. Sometimes it was lilies, sometimes it was daffodils, but never roses.
He hardly spared you a glance when he slid his card through the machine. Occasionally he would comment about the weather or how busy the store was, but he rarely ever made eye contact.
It wasn't unusual and it didn't offend you. Most customers had other things on their minds and they preferred to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible. But this particular customer, the one with dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders and patchy beard always caught your eye. It was the best part of your week. You never had the nerve to say anything to him, but your friend Andy noticed the way you always got nervous when you saw him standing in line, how your demeanor shifted and your hands shook just a little bit.
He's not wearing a ring, Andy pointed out one day as you counted your drawer. You rolled your eyes.
That doesn't mean anything, you replied. Why else would he be buying flowers?
Then one day, as you scanned your handsome stranger's flowers, you noticed a few of the daisies were wilting.
"Do you want to pick out a different bouquet?" you had mustered up the courage to ask. The store was quiet, no one was lined up behind him. There was a big football game that night and it kept most people at home.
His eyes snapped up to yours and he froze like a deer in the headlights. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer while trying to think if you said something stupid to warrant such a delayed reaction. "A few of these flowers are already dying. See?" You tilted the bouquet in his direction so he could see the flowers with the petals that were turning brown.
"Oh," he finally said, then nodded his head. "Y-yeah, thanks. D'you mind if I just-" he jutted his thumb over his shoulder.
"It's no big deal, I'll wait."
He gave you a crooked grin and disappeared back into the store. The florist department wasn't far from the registers but it was enough time for Andy to lock eyes with you from customer service and give you a look. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back around just as the hot flower guy was returning with a new selection.
"Thanks," he said again once you handed him his receipt. He didn't make a move to leave.
"Don't mention it," you replied, feeling Andy's stupid grin burning into the back of your head the longer hot flower guy stood there.
"Have you worked here long?" he asked after a brief silence that was bordering on uncomfortable. You blinked, taken aback at the random question and tried to ignore your heart fluttering excitedly in your chest.
"Um, just over four years," you replied. His beautiful dark eyes drifted over your face as he nodded and swallowed before looking back down at his flowers.
"You work most Fridays?"
You could feel your cheeks warming up and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. How can someone be embarrassed for being embarrassed? Jesus, you were such a mess.
"Yep," you said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and praying he didn't notice how flushed you were.
He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his weight. If you weren't so absorbed in your own uneasiness you might have noticed he was acting just as uncomfortable as you.
When he opened his mouth to say something else, a middle aged woman pushed her cart up behind him and began to unload her groceries onto the belt. He glanced quickly over his shoulder and nervously swiped his palm over his mouth.
"Have a good night," he told you abruptly, and before you had a chance to reply he was halfway to the front door.
The following week was busier and you lost track of time. Typically, as your shift dragged on, you began to anticipate his arrival but on that particular day, you were distracted. Andy ended up having to help out on another register, it was so busy.
"You wanna come out with us tonight?" Andy asked you over his shoulder. He was closing down the extra register while you were finishing up with a young mom who had her hands full wrangling her toddler away from the candy.
"Uh, yeah, sure," you agreed absentmindedly, lifting the last paper bag into the cart. You tapped a key on your register so she could slide her card through the reader and looked over at Andy. "Where are you guys going?"
"Murray's," he replied immediately, his focus still on counting the coins in the drawer. You rolled your eyes and grinned.
"Why am I not surprised?"
It was well known Andy harbored a huge crush on a bartender there and he had been trying to work up the courage for months to ask for her number.
"Thank you, have a good night," you told the young woman, handing over her receipt with a smile. When you glanced up to greet your next customer, you felt your heart skip a beat when you were met with those dark brown eyes you had grown so enamored with.
"It must be later than I thought," you said, without even thinking twice. Surprise passed over his beautiful features as you scanned his flowers and then your nerves finally caught up with you. "I-I mean, you usually come in around the same time every week," you explained hurriedly. Andy was smirking at you from behind hot flower guy's broad shoulder and you made a mental note to punch him later.
"I didn't realize you noticed," he replied after he cleared his throat.
Oh, you idiot. You could tell you made him uncomfortable with your comment and you just prayed he didn't figure out you had been lusting after him all these months with the little observation you made.
"You always pick out the best flower arrangements, it's hard not to," Andy piped up. Relief flooded your veins for the save. Maybe you should rethink that punch. "Must be one lucky girl," he added with a mischievous wink in your direction before picking up the drawer and walking towards the office, leaving just the two of you with Andy's loaded comment hanging heavy in the air.
He took his time pulling his credit card out of his wallet, wracking his brain for something to say. His cheeks dusted with pink the longer he took to formulate a sentence.
"So... Murray's, huh?" he asked, cringing inwardly at the stupid question as he swiped his card.
You blinked, confused at the change in topic until it clicked. "Oh, yeah. He drags a bunch of us out after work sometimes because he's got a thing for a girl who works there." You gave the man behind hot flower guy a smile as he unloaded his groceries on the belt.
Your handsome stranger froze, his hand still holding the receipt midair while the gears turned in his head.
"So, you two aren't-"
"Oh, sorry, excuse me," the customer behind him mumbled when he accidentally bumped into him with his cart.
"Have a good night," you told him with a sweet smile, then quickly turned away, hoping your hair would hide your embarrassment.
"I am not playing darts with her! Don't you remember last time? She almost took my eye out!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" you laughed, shoving Courtney, another co-worker of yours, in the shoulder. There were only five of you that night, Courtney being the only other girl in your group, but you were fine with that. Over the past few years you all bonded over the shared trauma of nasty customers and terrible management to the point where you were like family, and nights where you blew off steam only brought you closer together.
"Anyone need anything? I'm heading up," Andy shouted over the live band.
"Didn't you just get a water a minute ago?" you teased, knowing full well he was looking for an excuse to talk to the bartender.
"What can I say? I'm thirsty," Andy replied with a smirk before pushing his way through the crowd to get to the bar.
"When the hell's he just gonna ask her out? We've been coming here for months," Courtney said, turning away from the bar to look at you. You took a sip from your mixed drink and shrugged.
"Probably for the best. You know if he makes things weird then we'll need to find a new spot to hang out."
She giggled and winced when the band began to sing Journey off-key. "God, these guys are... not it."
"I think it's the owner's way of making us drink more!" James shouted from across the table, the four of you dissolving into laughter. He had a good point because your drink was nearly empty.
"Why didn't you just have Andy get you one?" Courtney asked when you slid down from your barstool.
"If I did, there was, like, a one percent chance he would bring it back to me within the hour," you told her, nodding towards Andy setting up shop against the bar, his eyes trailing after the cute bartender.
It took several minutes but you were finally able to wedge yourself between other patrons and secure a refill of your drink, but when you turned around to walk back to your table you nearly ran right into someone's chest.
"Oh! Sorry, I - " your eyes widened when you tilted your head up to find those familiar brown eyes staring down at you. "It-it's you!" you finally said as the shock began to wear off. He gave you a lopsided grin and nodded.
"Joel," he offered, sticking his hand out. Joel. Joel. Joel. You rolled his name around in your head like a ping pong ball. It suited him.
You took his hand, his long fingers dwarfing yours. "I'm-"
Then he cut you off and said your name and once again, you struggled to keep the shock from your face. "Your nametag," he explained, letting your hand go and gesturing towards his own chest where a nametag would sit. "I remember."
"Yeah," you said breathlessly with a smile. You glanced around the room while people shoved past you to get to the bar. "What are you doing here?"
His smile faltered a bit and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't live too far. Had the night to myself so I came out with my brother. He's over there," Joel pointed to the opposite corner of the bar but it was impossible to see him through all the people.
"Oh, cool," you nodded and took a sip from your glass. His eyes drifted to your lips, getting lost in the way they puckered around the straw. "Do you guys come here a lot?"
He chuckled and dropped his chin shyly to his chest before shaking his head. "No, um," he cleared his throat and looked back up at you. "Was hopin' I would run into you, actually."
"Me?" you squeaked and your heart began to race. He nodded and grinned.
"Yeah. Wondered if maybe you'd-"
A huge, burly man who definitely had too much to drink shouldered past you, accidentally shoving you into Joel's chest. His arms immediately wrapped around your ribs to steady you and somehow you didn't spill anything on his clothes.
"God, I'm sorry," you mumbled, his scent making you dizzy. You always had a register between you. Never before had you been that close, noticing he smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower and it was instantly overwhelming.
"It's alright," he said, his arms still loosely wrapped around your midsection. "But I gotta get this out before I lose my nerve, darlin'."
Darlin'. Your brows furrowed and before you could reply, he spoke. "I wondered if you wanted to go out on a date sometime? Maybe a movie or somethin'? I know you work alotta nights but I -"
"You want to go out with me?" you asked in disbelief. He looked at you like you had two heads.
"'Course I do. Wasn't it obvious?" he could feel the heat creeping up his neck.
"No! I thought... nevermind, it doesn't matter," you told him, a smile pulling across your lips. "Yes, I would love to. God, if you only knew-" you stopped yourself by slapping your hand over your mouth and he quirked a playful eyebrow at you but he was too excited that you agreed to go out with him to ask you to finish your thought. He handed you his phone as you shakily typed in your number, hoping your trembling fingers didn't mess it up before giving it back to him.
"I'm gonna text you tomorrow, set somethin' up, yeah?" he asked and you nodded numbly, your mind reeling as you tried to process everything that was happening. He grinned and slid his phone back into his pocket. "Have a good night," he said, the familiar phrase making you smile before disappearing into the crowd.
"Um, who the hell was that?" Courtney questioned the second you arrived back at your table.
"I need a fucking shot first and then I'll tell you, holy shit," you said, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves with no success. She laughed and got you each tequila shots, then you spent the rest of the night telling her all about Joel the hot flower guy.
The next morning, you paid for your crimes. Your head throbbed and your mouth was dry as sand as you stumbled into your bathroom to scoop water from the faucet, desperately trying to quench your thirst. You weren't normally a huge drinker, but after your run-in with Joel, you were so nervous that you found yourself tossing back a few extra drinks than normal. Fortunately, you didn't work until late afternoon, so after you fumbled around your cupboards for some crackers, you fell back into bed. Your eyes widened when you saw a missed text from an unsaved number an hour ago.
Hey, it's Joel. It was great running into you last night. I was thinking we could go to dinner this week, if you're still up for it. What nights are you free?
"Shit," you muttered, running a hand anxiously through your hair. Now that you were sober, the prospect of seeing hot flower guy outside of work made you inexplicably nervous.
You must have typed out and deleted fifteen responses before going with I would love to! I'm free Sunday, Monday and Wednesday nights. Or we could do something after I get out of work, we close at nine.
Did you sound too desperate? You chewed on your fingernail as you read your sent text over and over, then shrugged and put your phone down. Too late now, anyway.
It took a while to get his response, but to be fair, you didn't reply to him for an hour.
I can make Sunday work.
Sunday? As in, tomorrow?
"Oh, fuck," you groaned, fully not expecting him to set something up so quickly. You needed time to mentally prepare, but of course you agreed, then quickly texted Courtney, begging for her help on what to wear and how to do your hair.
Yay!! We can talk about it at work tonight!
After you ironed out a time and restaurant with Joel, you popped two pain relievers and chugged some water, hoping to get rid of your hangover before work.
"Okay, so where's he taking you?" Courtney asked excitedly as you stocked cereal together.
"This Italian place on Westwood. Here, I looked it up," you said, pulling out your phone and showing her the menu. "Have you been there before? What do I wear?"
She squinted at your screen and shook her head. "I haven't been there but we can figure this out. It doesn't look that fancy, but you should probably wear a dress or skirt."
"Ooo, do you finally have yourself a date?" Andy asked from halfway down the aisle, clearly overhearing part of your conversation. "Hot flower guy is going to be so disappointed."
You laughed and pocketed your phone. "It's with hot flower guy," you said triumphantly. Andy's eyes bugged out of his head, confused, until you and Courtney explained what happened the night before when he was busy staring at the bartender.
"You should have told me last night! So I guess that means he really is single."
You paused and cocked your head to the side, realizing all of the sudden you still didn't know why he bought flowers every Friday.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," you replied, turning your attention back to the cereal. Andy and Courtney exchanged worried glances behind your back.
"I'm sure he's not stupid enough to buy flowers from you for another woman every week and then ask you out," Courtney said, glaring at Andy. He cleared his throat and nodded.
"Y-yeah, I mean, maybe they're for a grave or something."
You both turned to him and gave him an incredulous look.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help," he said, throwing up his hands and walking away. You bit your lip and glanced at Courtney.
"Don't worry about it. There's tons of reasons why guys would buy flowers weekly... maybe he just likes to have fresh flowers in the house. Maybe they're for his mom!"
"Yeah, good point. I bet they're for his mom," you agreed, feeling a little better as you ripped open the next cardboard box full of cereal boxes.
When you woke on Sunday morning, you were already nervous. You could have sworn your heart was slamming in your chest from the moment you opened your eyes, already overthinking your date with Joel.
You spent the afternoon texting Courtney pictures of outfits you hauled out of your closet and tossed on your bed, then decided you needed to try them on for her to get the full effect. You were sitting on your bed, wearing a light blue sundress, the last outfit you had tried on as you gathered your pictures. Your thumb quickly tapped all of the photos of you modeling your options and typed out what one looks the best? then hit send.
As you were unzipping your dress and sliding it down your legs, you heard your phone ping from your bed. You hung up the dress and pulled your sweats back on before reaching for your phone, hesitating when you saw Joel's name pop up. You felt a pit in your stomach, worried that he came to his senses and was asking to cancel, so you sat down on the bed before sliding your thumb over the screen to open his text.
You look great in everything, but I really like the pink one.
Your palms instantly broke out into a sweat and you felt lightheaded.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," you mumbled, scrolling up in your text chain before cursing and throwing yourself into your pillows to scream. In your rush to send your text, you accidentally sent the pictures to Joel instead of Courtney. You waited until you got your bearings and tried to convince yourself it wasn't really that bad, that it definitely could have been worse, before replying.
Ha, sorry. I meant to send those to a friend, but if you like the pink one, then I guess that answers my question
You stared down at your phone, anxiously waiting for his answer, which didn't take very long at all.
You could wear a paper sack and you would still look beautiful.
The grin that stretched across your face was massive. He was probably just sweet talking you and trying to make you feel better about making such a stupid mistake, but damn, it worked.
Looking forward to tonight :) you said in response, then bit your lip and flung yourself backwards on your bed. Your eyes drifted to the light pink dress hanging in your closet and you smiled.
As it turned out, the Italian restaurant was owned by Joel's brother, Tommy. You met the younger man at the host stand when you walked in the door. He had a huge grin plastered across his face and although you were an only child, you could still tell when someone was itching to tease their sibling. Tommy's eyes flickered back and forth between you and Joel, silently communicating with his brother as you introduced yourself. You managed to catch Joel shooting Tommy a warning glare before nervously resting his hand on your lower back and guiding you through the restaurant to an empty booth in the back.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Joel asked, his dark eyes sparkling even under the dim mood lighting. You giggled and shyly looked down at your lap.
"A couple times."
Joel smiled warmly and leaned forward, his eyes trailing over the soft curves of your jaw and the way your plush lips stretched when he made you smile.
Before the food arrived, you learned a little more about him. He worked in construction, doing mostly residential but some commercial property work. He was trying to go into business for himself, which he told you was difficult but he already had years of experience and contacts in the area. He preferred to do most jobs himself or with as little help as possible because he only trusted his own work, but sometimes he did hire Tommy for a job to help his brother earn extra money.
"And in return, he lets me eat here for free," Joel finished, wiping the small smudge of red sauce from the corner of his mouth.
"That sounds like a win-win," you joked, and Joel chuckled.
"Tell me 'bout yourself. You said you been workin' at the store for four years?"
"Yeah," you nodded, pushing your empty plate to the side. "It's just meant to be temporary. I'm going to community college three days a week. Trying to get my degree so I can get a job with normal hours."
Joel hummed and leaned back in the booth. "What'dya wanna do?"
You shrugged. "I'm not sure, really. Hoping I figure that out as I go. I just know being a cashier for the rest of my life isn't for me, you know?"
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "I could ask 'round if you want. Maybe some place is hirin' a receptionist or somethin'?"
"Oh, it's okay," you waved him off with a smile. "I appreciate it, though."
Afterwards, he took you for ice cream. You sat together outside the ice cream stand on a bench. The temperature outside was perfect and the place was mobbed. Kids ran around playing tag while other families gathered around picnic tables, laughing and telling each other about their days while you tried not to stare at Joel licking his ice cream and fantasizing about what that would look like between your legs.
"I wouldn't've pegged you for a strawberry girl," he said, nodding towards your rapidly melting ice cream.
"It reminds me of when I was a kid. My grandma liked to take me out for ice cream when she babysat me and strawberry was her favorite."
He smiled, listening to you talk about your family, getting a brief glimpse into your life, leaving him wanting more.
You thought everything was going so well. The date went perfectly. There wasn't as much awkwardness as you originally thought there would be and Joel was very easy to talk to. So when he dropped you off at your door and you invited him inside, you were surprised and somewhat hurt when he declined after a quick glance at his watch. He only kissed your cheek before telling you have a good night and backing out of your driveway, leaving you confused and a little self-conscious.
"He's probably just a gentleman," Courtney assured you the following day, "wants to take things slow and all that."
And you agreed. Once you had time to process everything, that seemed like exactly what it was, and you began to feel better.
But then Joel took you on a second date, and then a third, and he still hadn't tried to kiss you or make a move whatsoever.
"Maybe he's just rusty," Courtney offered after the fourth date and still finding yourself being shot down. "He wouldn't keep going out with you if he didn't like you."
Once again, Courtney made sense and you agreed he just liked to take things slower than you were used to.
But on your fifth date, where he took you to a baseball game, you misjudged the size of the beers they sold and you found yourself tipsier than you expected. Joel seemed really into the game but turned his focus on you whenever you searched for it, which, as the night wore on and the alcohol buzzed in your veins, became more and more frequent. You would ask him questions about how the game was played, even though your father watched baseball your whole life, just so you could listen to him talk. You looped your arm through his when the game was over and you both shuffled out of the stadium with a whole herd of drunk fans, back out into the parking lot. You tightly held onto his bicep, the feeling of his muscles under you fingertips more intoxicating than the beer, as he escorted you to his truck.
On the drive back to your place, you could feel your confidence building. Maybe he's just shy and doesn't know how to make a move. Maybe he just needs a clearer sign. Maybe he's waiting for you to make a move.
So, when he walked you to your door and he leaned in to kiss your cheek, you turned your face at the last second and locked your lips with his.
You could feel his surprise when your lips met. He froze and stopped breathing as he tried to figure out what to do, so you decided to make things easier for him and draped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and massaging your lips over his, urging him to reciprocate.
And finally, his hands flew up to your waist and tugged you against him. His mouth began to move and he crowded you up against your door. When your back made contact with the wood and his large palms squeezed gently at your hips, you moaned into his mouth. You had been dying for this for weeks and you would be damned it you were going to let it stop too soon.
Without even asking this time, you reached behind you and fumbled with your doorknob, twisting it blindly without breaking the kiss so you could both stumble inside. He kicked the door shut behind him, tongue licking at the seam of your lips while he brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head. You granted him access, parting your lips and tangling your tongues together as he continued to walk you backwards. He opened his eyes and glanced around the dark living room quickly before pulling away and whispering one word: bedroom?
The way he said it made your knees weak and your heart flutter excitedly in your chest. You pulled him down for one more kiss before grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the hall. About halfway to your room, his lips latched onto the crook of your neck and you slowed down, closing your eyes and twisting around in his arms so you could kiss him again. He pinned you against the wall with a groan, his thumb and forefinger clutching your jaw, prying it open so he could devour you. You hooked one leg over his hips and he let go of your jaw so he could grab the backs of your thighs and haul you off the ground.
You tugged at his hair impatiently, then gasped when he ground himself against your core, your body jolting in his arms and knocking a canvas print off the wall.
"Shit," he muttered, barely sparing the picture a glance before peeling you off the wall and carrying you towards your bedroom with your ankles hooked together at his lower back. You giggled against his mouth then squealed when he tossed you onto your bed. His hands glided underneath your dress and up your legs, slipping his fingers around the the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, pausing once he got to your knees. He blinked a few times like he was snapping out of a stupor and glanced up at you.
"Is this okay?"
"God, yes," you said, reaching behind you to tug at your zipper. You tried to shrug off your dress but his lips found yours and you quickly got distracted. You nibbled at his bottom lip while simultaneously tugging at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up over his soft stomach and stopping at his broad shoulders. He broke away just long enough to lean back and toss the shirt over his head and he was back on top of you before you could even drink him in.
You dragged your mouth over his chin, biting and nipping as you went. He groaned as you left open mouthed kisses across his jaw, his prickly beard tickling your tongue. "My dress," you whispered against his cheek before mouthing at the skin there, "take it off."
His palms slid over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down while you wiggled a bit, helping move the fabric down your body. You arched your back so he could pull your dress all the way off, his breath getting caught in this throat when your nipples brushed against his bare chest.
He couldn't resist. When your dress was discarded on the floor, he sat back between your legs to admire your naked body, completely transfixed. Too much time had passed without him saying anything and you grew self-conscious, so you slowly began to cross your arms over your chest, but he stopped you.
"No," he rasped with a shake of his head. "You're so beautiful, just wanna look at you another minute."
Your cheeks flared with heat but you dropped your hands and gazed up at him, watching his eyes flicker excitedly over your body, memorizing every curve and freckle he could find. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a twitch in his pants and you glanced down at the outline of his cock through his jeans. You bit your lip and he followed your gaze, palming his erection briefly before undoing his pants.
"Oh," you whispered to yourself when you saw his cock spring free. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and glanced up at you as he crawled back up the mattress on his knees. "You're big," you added, unable to look away. He blushed but didn't reply. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed you, this time slower. You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the tip of his leaking cock brush against your pussy and he froze.
"Shit, wait," he grumbled, sitting back on his heels before reaching for his wallet, which was still stuffed inside his jeans. You figured out the problem and leaned over to your nightstand, fishing around in the drawer until you found a condom and held it out for him. He looked relieved when he saw the little foil square and tossed his wallet back onto the ground before ripping open the condom and rolling it on.
"Sorry. It's... been a while. Wasn't exactly prepared," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The endearing confession just made you want him even more.
"It's okay, come here," you murmured, reaching your arms out for him. He grinned and fell down onto his elbows, kissing you slow and deep. When you felt him rest his tip at your entrance, you tensed up.
"Relax," he whispered in your ear. You slid your eyes shut and snaked your arms around his shoulders, gasping sharply when he pressed forward. When he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that made you dizzy.
"Oh, fuck, Joel," you whimpered when he bottomed out, your body stretching around his girth, the sting setting your nerves on fire.
He groaned against your neck and began to rock his hips steadily, making sure to not go too fast. He could tell you were still getting adjusted but it had just been so fucking long and he liked you so much, it was difficult to hold back. He could feel the sweat collecting between his shoulder blades as he focused all his energy on going slow, and when he felt your thighs relax around his waist and your back arch underneath him, he sighed with relief.
"More," you moaned, pressing your body against his, trying to get as close as possible. He growled and dipped his mouth down to capture one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, releasing it with a wet pop and reveling in the sweet noises you made for him.
He wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you how much he thought about you, how long he wanted to ask you out, how he wanted to know everything about you, how nervous you made him with just a simple glance. But he didn't say any of that. It had been so long since he had gone on a date that he wasn't even sure what women liked anymore. So he remained silent, focusing on not coming too soon while paying close attention to your cues, memorizing what you liked based on the breathy whines in his ear and the way your fingers clutched frantically at his hair. You, however, took his silence to mean he wasn't enjoying himself and you really, really didn't want that, so you pushed gently on his shoulder, drawing his attention.
"Let's switch," you murmured, and he gave you a quizzical look. "Why don't you lay back and let me do some of the work?" you explained, nipping playfully at his jaw.
When his head settled into your pillows, watching with heavy lidded eyes as you straddled him before catching his gaze and slowly sinking down, taking every inch of his cock with a low moan, he thought for sure it would be the death of him. You looked so beautiful all spread out and full of him that he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he wouldn't come just looking at you.
Then you started riding him and his eyes flew open, his chest heaving as he watched your tits bounce and your head tip back in ecstasy and he knew he was done for.
"Wait," he rasped, grabbing your waist and stilling your hips. You stopped, swollen lips parted as you panted for air and looked down at him.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothin'," he stammered, taking a few deep breaths in before chuckling. "I'm just... I need a minute, is all."
You could see the red beginning to stain his cheeks and the look of embarrassment flicker across his face, melting your heart. Leaning down, you cupped his jaw and kissed him tenderly.
"Is that why you've been so quiet?" you asked softly, leaning back so you could look into his eyes but still holding his cheek in the palm of your hand. He nodded, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrist.
"I'm sorry. I haven't been with anyone in years and I've been tryin' to take things slow with you but I think all the buildup just made it worse." You grinned and took his other hand.
"Don't be sorry. I think it's hot," you whispered, pulling his free hand down between your bodies. He splayed his hand out across your lower abdomen and you took his thumb between your fingers, pulling it down so it made direct contact with your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt the pressure and a slow smile spread across his face when he realized what you were doing.
"Yeah? Why's it hot?" he asked, drawing slow circles over your clit and watching your jaw fall open and your eyes flutter shut. Both your hands dropped to his chest, holding yourself up.
"Because," you began, then bit your lip and moaned when he picked up the pace. "Because it's l-like you c-can't control yourself. Like y-you need me so badly, you can't hold back." You knew it sounded pathetic but you didn't care. His touch was intoxicating and you needed more.
"I can't," he admitted, his eyes glued to your face, taking pride in how good he made you feel. "I can't control myself. Wanted you for so long. Been thinkin' about this for months."
You gasped and your eyes snapped open, locking onto his. "Me, too. I never thought, shit, never thought you noticed me."
"Are you kiddin' me? I noticed you the first day." Now that the truth was out there, the words wouldn't stop coming. "You were wearin' a yellow shirt and I saw these perfect fuckin' tits when you bent over. Went home that night and-"
He stopped himself, wondering if he was going too far, but you dug your fingers into his chest and urged him to continue, desperately gasping for air as his thumb applied more pressure.
"Say it," you whispered. His cock pulsed angrily inside you, begging for release.
"Went home and fucked my fist thinkin' 'bout you."
You groaned loudly and leaned back, grabbing your breasts and playing with your nipples. "Fuck, I'm close, Joel."
"Yeah? Can you ride me, baby? Wanna come with you," he begged, his voice strained. Immediately, you resumed bouncing on his cock, letting go of your tits so you could brace yourself on his chest once again.
He watched in awe as you gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, stilling for just a moment, pulsing around his length as you came, his name and curses tumbling from your lips.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
He grabbed your hips with both hands and slammed up into you, grunting louder and louder each time. And it didn't take long. You had barely recovered from your own orgasm before he groaned, his eyes trained on where you were connected, thrusting as deep as he could go while his cock throbbed inside you.
"Fuck," he whispered, his head falling back limply onto your pillow. You slumped forward and buried your face against his neck, each of you trying to regulate your breathing.
"That was..." you began, trailing off when you realized your brain was still a pile of mush.
"Better than I ever imagined," Joel finished for you, wrapping his arms around your ribs.
Regrettably, he eventually pulled out, making you both wince. You rolled over onto your back and watched as he made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. If you had any energy left, you might have shot off a quick text to Courtney, but you were barely coherent by the time he slipped back into your bed.
You didn't even need to ask if he was staying the night. He pulled you into his arms, his chest pressed up against your back when you fell asleep, completely at ease.
It could have been the beer or the sex, but you didn't hear his phone go off in the middle of the night. You didn't feel him slip his arm out from under you so he could answer the call in your living room, and you definitely didn't hear him quickly dress and leave.
It was finally Friday and you were moments away from calling off from work. The thought of facing him again made your stomach roll and your head swim.
You hadn't heard from Joel since he left in the middle of the night after you slept together, days ago. You foolishly texted and called him multiple times, but he never answered. Eventually, you got the message.
Countless hours were spent crying, then more were spent stalking around your place angrily, and a mixture of the two happened at work when either Courtney or Andy asked you about hot flower guy.
They eventually learned not to ask.
As badly as you wanted to call off, you dragged yourself into work. Andy offered to take over the registers so you could hide in the aisles stocking shelves during the hour Joel typically showed up, and you shamefully took him up on it. But when it was close to closing time and you made your way back to the front, Andy shrugged his shoulders.
"He never came."
You had a moment where you worried that something happened to him and you considered texting him just one more time, but when you got into your car that night and opened your text chain to a long list of unanswered texts, you changed your mind.
However, the next morning you awoke to a handful of texts from Joel. At first, your heart raced in your chest, but then your anger crept up and you had half a mind to just delete them. After you had some coffee and a chance to think clearly, your curiosity won and you opened the texts.
I'm so sorry
Something came up
Can you call me back?
Please let me explain
Your fingers hovered over your screen as you debated on what to say. Then you decided to leave the messages unanswered. At least for a little while. If he left you hanging for almost a week, he could wait a few hours, right?
What you didn't expect, however, was for him to show up at the store on a Saturday. He only ever came on Friday evenings. You were cashing out a customer, zoning out a bit, grateful for the distraction. When you reached for the receipt, your eyes locked with his and your pulse began to race. He was holding a bouquet of white roses and looking at you with a guilty expression. Your fingers froze around the paper momentarily until the little old lady in front of him cleared her throat and you blinked, snapping out of it and handing her the receipt with an apologetic smile.
"Hey," he said, but you kept your gaze trained down at the scanner.
"Hi."
Your hands shook as you scanned his flowers, doing your best to get the interaction over with as quickly as possible. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Andy at customer service notice Joel in line, watching from a distance in case you needed rescuing.
"You didn't respond to my texts," he said quietly. You shrugged.
"I've been busy," was all you said, tapping the button on the register for credit.
After he paid, you handed him his receipt and forced yourself to look at him. You could see in his eyes he looked exhausted and run down and despite how upset you were, you felt bad. But you felt even worse after he pocketed the receipt and handed you the flowers.
"They're for you."
"Oh," you said, surprised, as you looked down at the roses. "T-thank you."
Joel looked over his shoulder when a young couple began to unload their groceries on the belt. You panicked, not sure what to do or say, and then you felt a tap on your shoulder.
"Why don't you take your break?" Andy offered, "I'll cover."
You gave him a shaky smile, both of you knowing full well you already had your break. "Yeah, okay." Glancing over at Joel, you tilted your head towards the front door and he nodded.
"I'm so sorry I left without sayin' anythin'," he began when you sat down together on a bench outside the store. "There was an emergency and I had to go."
"You could have texted me or left a note," you said sadly, looking down at the flowers clutched in your hands.
"I know, and I was gonna, but my damn phone died and I was in the hospital for days. I was outta town, couldn't leave, I even wore the same clothes the whole time," he rubbed his face and sighed. "And once we got back home, I wanted to explain in person what happened."
"We?" you questioned. He dropped his chin to his chest and nodded solemnly.
"I have a daughter," he confessed, and your jaw dropped in surprise.
"W-what?" you whispered softly, "why didn't you tell me, Joel?"
His eyebrows pinched together, still avoiding your gaze.
"I don't know. In the past, women haven't exactly been thrilled findin' out I come with baggage and I guess I was bein' selfish." He finally looked up and you could see the pain behind his eyes. "I was tryin' to find the right way to tell you but I was so scared of losin' you."
You shook your head in disbelief. "It doesn't bother me at all that you have a daughter, Joel," you told him, "it bothers me that you lied."
He inched forward on the bench and put his hand on your knee. "I know. I'm so sorry. It was stupid. If you gimme another chance, I promise I'll never lie to you again."
Your chest tightened and you had to look away. He was so sincere, you could feel your resolve crumbling. After a moment, you dragged your eyes back up to him and you could swear he looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Is she okay?"
He blinked rapidly for a moment, surprised by your question, then nodded.
"Yeah. She's okay now. She had appendicitis. She was with her mom last week. She lives an hour outside Austin and I just went right there from your place. Scared the shit outta me," he finished with a dry chuckle. Then something clicked.
"Your daughter..."
"Sarah."
"Sarah," you repeated. "The flowers you bought every week. Were they for her?"
He smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah. She gets nervous goin' to her mom's still. The situation is a little rocky so I always get her flowers. Whether she's goin' there or comin' back. They make her smile," he said with a little shrug, and your heart melted.
"That's... that's really sweet," you said, looking down once again at the roses he bought you. He watched you closely for a moment then sat back on the bench, scratching his chin and trying to read your mind. Everything was out in the open now. He should have listened to Tommy and just told you the truth from the first date, but he couldn't remember the last time he ever felt so strongly about someone else before.
Just when he was about to leave, wanting to give you your space to think things over, you spoke again.
"So when are you free next?"
Joel exhaled in relief, then laughed. "Tomorrow?"
You bit your lip and nodded, then leaned forward and cupped his jaw, giving him a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"It's a date," you whispered before standing up. He watched you from the bench as you walked towards the front doors. At the last moment you turned around, the white roses clutched against your chest, and called out, "have a good night."
He grinned.
"Have a good night."
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âUncleâ!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 5.4k
Summary: Joel hurt his back at work, so you've been helping him around the house until he heals.
Content/Warnings: able-bodied, female sex anatomy, and inherently fem!reader. No description of reader, everything is neutral (ex. âyour bottoms,â âthe curve of youâ â nothing is specific in the way âyouâ are described). Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel in 50s). EXPLICIT MATERIAL PRESENT. HEED THE WARNINGS. WEIRD boundaries are crossedâŚyou're not blood-related to Joel, but you were raised like you were. You call him âuncle.â Pet names (baby, darlinâ, sweetheart, etc.). Pussy pronouns (she). Innocent touches until it isn't. Sexual tension galore. Slight dub-con. Icky Joel. Icky reader. Pussy grinding. Dirty talk. Slight degradation (âbitchâ is used only once). Multiple orgasms. P in V unprotected. Reader is on top. Lots of teasing about the nature of yours and Joelâs relationship. If thereâs anything that should be up here but I missed or I made any improper tags, please let me know!
A/N: Hi, my loves! This is slightly different than what youâre used to coming from me⌠All I can say is, youâve read the warnings! Donât bite if it is not your flavor! But for those who do like, I really hope you enjoy! And to my love @strang3lov3, thank you for prompting this and encouraging this side of my brain to finally stop hiding in the shadows. And thank you for your eyes on this and the mood board as well. I love you.đŠś
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âHey, hon, when you headinâ over to uncle Joelâs?â
You glance at the timer on the oven. âIn about ten minutes after these cookies cool. Need something from me?â
âCan ya grab my toolbox before ya leave? Forgot it there the other day,â he replies. âFigured you could get it since youâre already goinâ there today.â
âSure thing. Itâs not the heavy one, is it? Because I donât know if that old manâs back is ready for a heavy lift like that yet.â The timer on the oven beeps. You slide on your oven mitts to pull the tray out. âMade two batches by the way. How many you want? Iâm taking some to Uncleâs, too.âÂ
About a week ago, Joel had a contracting accident. Some newbie wasnât watching the older manâs back as Joel climbed up a wobbly ladder, and the next moment, Joelâs footing slipped. He landed right on his lower back, a piece of wood perched on the ground, sitting at just the right spot on the floor to render him immobile. Tommy, Joelâs younger brother, and your father, his best friend since before you were born, are the only two Joel trusts to get the job done perfectly, so Joel put them two in charge until he heals.Â
Bed rest, the doctor had ordered Joel, for at least three weeks. Itâs been one so far, but with you offering to be his nurse â one that forces him to stay in bed unless he needs to eat or use the restroom â he thinks he just might be back to work by next week. If youâll let him, that is.Â
âNo, itâs the small one, hon, you got it,â your father reassures you. He lovingly slaps his growing belly as the trays hit the kitchen counter. âYâknow, darlinâ, ever since you moved back, Iâve been gaininâ some weight. Canât imagine what youâre doinâ tâ Joel over there.â
Your lip pulls up in a smirk. âJoel is in good hands, yâknow. And technically, I donât have to leave you any,â you say with a challenging brow, pulling the cookie trays out of his reach.Â
âNo, no, Iâm not sayinâ that,â your fatherâs eyebrows raise in worry. His daily cookie is very important to him. âYou can leave me like⌠five⌠or six.âÂ
âIâm just gonna leave you a whole batch. The six are gonna be gone before I even leave the house,â you tell your father as his hand subconsciously reaches for the cookie tray.Â
He scoffs, âYa have no faith in me.â
âSo whatâs in your hand already?â
âWhatever,â he mumbles, walking away with a mouthful of warm cookie dough and melted milk chocolate chips.Â
âUh huh,â you yell back. âGonna be leaving in just a sec. Iâll see you later.â
It takes less than ten minutes to get to your uncleâs house. You unlock the door using the spare key he gave you as a teenager, and immediately, nurse mode is activated.Â
âUncle Joel!â You yell, exasperated. He turns around from his place in the kitchen, painfully slow. Heâs going to make his back worse. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You place the fresh cookies on his dining table along with your keys. You cross your arms angrily for good measure.Â
âMy coffeeâs cold. I was warminâ it up,â he huffs, annoyed.
âBed, please.â Your hands find his waist, and you guide him back to his room. âYou know Iâm here around this time. You didnât wanna call me first to see where I was?â
You ease him in a sitting position at the edge of his bed. He grunts as his ass meets the mattress. He grumbles his response. âNeed to start gettinâ back to everythinâ independently, yâknow that, donâtcha?â
âIs your memory going with your back, too, unc?âÂ
ââScuse me?â He looks at you incredulously.Â
âThree weeks were the doctorâs orders. Not one,â you tell him, putting your foot down.Â
He lays himself down with another wince at the motion, no acknowledgement to your words. God, heâs so stubborn.Â
âIâll go make you a fresh cup,â you tell him, feeling sympathetic for the man. His work is his life, and itâs not going to get any easier with age.Â
Making your way back to his kitchen, you wash out the coffee pitcher, replace the grounds and the filter, and do some light cleaning as you wait for the bitter, brown liquid to brew.Â
Itâs only been five minutes since you returned to the kitchen, and the painful moans and groans from his bedroom have only gotten louder. You search around the place and find the heat pack you bought a few days ago and pop it in the microwave. You grab some pain meds, fill up a glass of water, and just in time, the microwave sings to you, telling you your contents are ready.Â
Ignoring the coffee for a moment, you make your way back to Joelâs bedroom. His eyes are closed, but his entire body is tensed up in pain. Poor guy. You knock at his door to catch his attention before entering. âUnc?â
One eye peels open. âYes, nurse?â
âFunny.â A sarcastic laugh leaves your throat. âCome take these.â
He makes no move to get up.Â
You set the painkillers and the water on his bedside table, the heat pack wedged underneath your armpit. You start to reach for Joel to help him up, but he stops you. âI got it,â he grunts. You let him have this win.Â
You hand him the glass of water first, then the pills. He swallows the painkillers in one big gulp, swallowing down the rest of the water in another. He eyes the heat pack in your arm.Â
âDo you want-â
âYes,â he says immediately, reaching for the soft warmth.Â
âLay down first, Iâll put it underneath you.â
Without another word, he positions himself. His body jerks when your soft hand slips underneath his back, pushing him to lift a little while you slide the heat underneath. âThis okay?â
âMhm,â he forces out, eyes clamped shut. Itâs not okay, you think.Â
âHow would you feel on your stomach?â you suggest.Â
âDunno. Never tried.â
âWell, then.â You set the heat pack down, and itâs your turn to crawl, uninvited, into his bed. You walk on your knees towards the opposite, unoccupied side, adjusting the pillows in a way you think might be the most comfortable. This isnât your first rodeo dealing with an old manâs back; youâve got your dad. This is, however, your first rodeo dealing with an old man more stubborn than a screaming goat not getting his way. âCome on.â
âNo.âÂ
âWhat do you mean no?âÂ
âThat ainât gonna be comfortable.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. âI swear to God. I will flip your ass over myself if I have to.â
âYouâre bossy,â he spits.
âSo youâve said.âÂ
Not giving him a chance to prepare, you hook your one hand at his side and your other on his hip, and you pull him towards you. It doesnât fully flip him over, but it does the trick in getting him to finish the rest of the action himself â albeit, with a very strained yelp from the back of his throat.Â
He groans for a few minutes more as you adjust some flat pillows underneath his belly and then prop the lukewarm heating back right at the base of his spine. Youâll probably have to heat it up in ten minutes again, but itâll do for now. You stay in your spot for a minute, and already his pained noises begin to subside.Â
âBetter?â You know it is. You just want him to admit it.Â
And when a single huff with zero protests from the grumpy man reverberates around the room, you know youâve won this round.Â
âIâll go get your coffee now,â you hum.Â
A soft rasp of your name has you spinning back around as you reach the roomâs threshold.Â
âHm?â
âThanks,â he tells you.Â
âItâs what Iâm here for, unc.â
You put his fresh cup of coffee in a thermos this time. You canât imagine how often heâll get up being in this position, but at least the freshness will be there with every sip he does end up taking.Â
âHowâs it going?â You ask him as you set his coffee nearby. You feel the heat pack on his spine, and itâs as you called it to be by now: room temperature. âWant me to reheat it?âÂ
ââM okay,â he replies, voice groggy. He mustâve fallen asleep.Â
âOkay.â You stand there for a moment. You can tell the heat helped, but his body isnât entirely relaxed. Heâs still tense, as if a nerve or something is being pinched.Â
You recall your memory from a while ago before you moved back with your dad. Your brother, who is a mixed martial arts athlete, had a sparring session that hurt his back, nearly in the same area as Joel. He had you running his massage gun over his muscles nearly every night for a month straight. âIt needs to uncoil somehow,â he told you. An idea crosses your mind then.Â
You saunter to Joelâs en suite bathroom in search of some type of lubricant. Sitting loud and proud on the center of the bathroom counter is a little bottle of Equateâs Personal Liquid Lubricant. Your brain falters for a second, the bottle of lube throwing you off your original plan. That is absolutely not the kind of lubricant you were looking for. Shaking away the image from your mind, you bend down to look in the cabinets underneath. Bingo, a bottle of Aveeno body lotion. This should do.Â
You invite yourself onto his bed for the second time today. âLet me give you a massage.â
âWhat?â His head turns to you now, utterly confused. He definitely heard you wrong, he thinks.Â
âLet me give you a massage,â you repeat. âItâll help.â
A massage actually does sound nice right now. But youâve been nothing but bossy this last week while Joel lays here helplessly. Heâs bored. And heâs had enough. âIt ainât gonna help.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
Jesus. Havenât you had this conversation before? You mentally slap your forehead. Again, leaving him no other options, you reach for his flannel atop his shoulders and begin to pull them down.Â
âHey, hey, wait, now what in the hell-â He tries to stifle back a laugh as he wriggles in your hold, trying to playfully push you off without hurting himself more in the process.Â
You quickly release his clothes, hands up in surrender where he can see them. Youâre just realizing now just how forward your action mustâve been. âHow am I gonna massage you-âÂ
The embarrassment written all over your face has Joel tearing up as he tries to hold his wheezing laugh in. With his eyebrow quirked at you, he responds, âIf you wanted me naked, kiddo-â
âJesus, ew! Really?â An unbearable heat spreads across your cheeks. Your eyes are downcast, looking everywhere else but him. âIt- itâll be better if I can directly touch-â
Only then do you feel the bed shaking with his laughter. Heâs fucking with you. And here you were, about to offer something that would relieve a whole lot of pain. âOh, fuck you,â you scoff, pulling yourself up and making your way off of his bed.Â
âNo, okay, wait,â he laughs, trying to catch his breath. âJusâ messinâ with you, who am I to deny a massage?â He raises his eyebrows once, twice. Still messing with you, seeing how far his taunting with you can go.Â
âYouâre disgusting,â you deadpan.Â
ââM not the one tryinâ tâ massage her uncle,â Joel says as he attempts to shrug his shoulders at you.
âIâm gonna leave now.â One foot makes it to the ground before Joel speaks again.Â
âOh, for Christâs sake, ya canât take a joke? Iâm only messinâ around. Come back. Gonna leave me hanginâ? In pain? Câmon, nurse.â His tone falls softer, sweeter. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his words. And, fuck, why is it making you heat even further, in places beyond your face? In places you shouldnât be?
âFine,â you relent. âStop saying weird shit then.â You still canât look at him. Not after the way your body decided to react in the shift of energy. An abrupt shift of energy, as far as you can tell.Â
Heâs your dadâs best friend. Your uncle, for crying out loud. Not by blood, but still. Thereâs never been a feeling beyond that. Sure, youâve had your silly little school girl crush on him during your young teenage years, but that was your hormones being your hormones. You grew out of them. Even your own father canât deny the conventional attractiveness of his best friend.Â
Plus, suggestive commentary is bound to make anyone feel hot. Itâs basic biology. Your response is nothing. It doesnât mean anything. At least, thatâs what you convince yourself of when you climb back into your uncleâsâ no, into Joelâs bed, trying to ignore the way your panties stick dutifully against your throbbing core.
Joel leans onto his side as you get yourself situated, unbuttoning the bottom half of his flannel, so you can flip up the bottom to reach his lower back. After the bottom half of the buttons are undone, he lays back on his front. âHere,â he calls your name. âJusâ lift it up from the bottom.â
You scoot closer to him, standing on your knees, and you reach over to grab the hem of his flannel, pulling it up as gently as possible, exposing just enough to be able to reach the irritated areas. You frown at what you see. Inflamed skin, purples and yellows dancing all across his lower back, forcing him away from the very thing he lives for. He may have been a stubborn bitch this entire week, but that doesnât stop the sympathy you feel for the man.Â
You put some of the lotion in your hand, rubbing it between your two palms to warm it up a little. You place your hand on the side closest to you first, moving in circular motions and adjusting your pressure ever so often. âLet me know when the pressure is good.â
So far he hasnât said much, a slight groan here, an exhale there. You feel a knot as you move lower, so you increase your pressure. Youâre met with a literal moan, and you swear you have to bite back your own vocal response. âFuck,â he sucks in a sharp breath. âYeah, jusâ like that, âs perfect, darlinâ.âÂ
âOkay,â you squeak, your thighs clenching together to attempt any kind of relief to the heat between your legs.Â
After a few more passes over the area â and a few more indulgent, harder presses of your palm to pull more angelic sounds from him â you switch to the other side. Except, at this angle, you donât really have as good an angle as you did before. Your leg swings over his ass, bracketing him in between your thighs, before you can even register the move your body just made. A soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel the new angle youâve just given yourself.Â
âJoel?â You call sweetly. Innocently.âI- Iâm not hurting you or anything, am I?â
Hurting? No. Putting him through Hell? Close enough.Â
Joel has done many questionable things in his lifetime. Getting involved with taken (married or otherwise) women, couples who wanted a third⌠Joel has lived through it all. Mainly in his younger years, but nevertheless. He has done and seen many things. But none of these things have ever included getting a fucking hard on for a girl â a woman? â he practically had a hand in raising. You call him uncle, for crying out loud.Â
His physical response means nothing. Itâs basic biology. The tender yet skilled touch of your warm hands directly against his even hotter skin, lighting every single nerve ending on fire, forcing the blood to course through his veins, to make its way down southâÂ
âChrist-â he snarls as you practically sit on him. His mouth shuts instantly as his eyes shoot open. He didnât mean for that to come out. âY-yeah,â he corrects. ââM alright.âÂ
âJust- just let me know,â you tell him. He can hear the shake in your voice. He can tell biology is doing a number on you, too, based on your tone alone, if the heat engulfing his rear as you try your best not to make contact with it isnât enough to go by.Â
He focuses on his breathing as best he can as your hands push slightly past his jeans, getting underneath the seam of his boxers, and then immediately softening your touch as you run your fingers up his spine, awaking a chill he never knew was possible until now. You rub beyond the exposed area of his lower back, reaching his shoulder blades and entirely up to his shoulders, forcing the flannel to rise with your hands. Heâs so broad and warm, and you would absolutely be drooling all over him by now if you werenât so shocked at how tight his muscles really feel. How has this man not gotten any injuries sooner? How was he still doing all this heavy lifting? You dig the pads of your finger tips further into the thousands of tiny knots you feel, and his body jerks in actual pain this time.Â
âGod damn, girl,â he snaps. âWhat are you doinâ?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you even function?â You sound genuinely horrified.Â
âWhat-â
âYour shoulders and neck are fucking covered in knots how do you even-â you cut yourself off with a disappointed click of your tongue. âYou need to flip over.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âWhy?â He asks defensively.Â
âIâm gonna break these knots. I need to start from the front.âÂ
âYa ainât gettinâ anywhere near my neck, I swear to God-â
âQuit being stubborn. What did I say earlier? Iâm gonna flip you myself if you donât-â
âAlright, fine, gimme a sec,â he bites. Joel takes a deep breath, at war with himself for how heâs going to handle his next course of action.Â
Whatever happens next, there is no avoiding the fact that you will be made aware of the bulging erection between his legs. You can know about it, thatâs fine, but the second you make contact, he doesnât know if heâll have the strength to control himself. Which is why he rips off the band aid quick. Flipping himself over with you still hovering over him, he tries his best not to touch you. Though, the second heâs comfortable, his focus is on your waist, grabbing you immediately and missing the way your eyes widen at the tenting fabric of his jeans. He pulls you higher up to sit on his lower tummy.Â
You squeak out a little gasp as he adjusts you, and fuck it makes the pulsing between his legs even worse. He releases you, bringing his hands back to his sides.Â
âComfortable?â you whisper. You try so hard not to use your voice, worried that itâll reveal just how turned on you are by this situation youâve put yourself in. He gives you a single nod, and with that, you lean to grab more lotion.Â
The angle you are at forces you to lean the front of your body onto Joel to be able to reach his shoulders. You can feel his body tense underneath you; you can hear his labored breathing as your hands further push away his flannel, working away at each knot.Â
You lean forward further, giving yourself the ability to reach just below Joelâs neck. With this action, your hips shift, pressing down against Joelâs belly in a way that sends a sudden jolt of butterflies through your core. Your hands freeze in their movement, breath and fingertips stuttering as your entire face and neck heat up. You sneak a quick glance to Joel, and his eyes are still relaxed. He didnât notice.Â
It takes you a moment to start your movements back up again, but when you do, you canât help the way you repeat exactly what you did before â allowing yourself another experimental roll of your hips against his soft abdomen. Only this time, youâre way less sly, for the whimper of pleasure you thought you could hide slips right out, right for his sharp ears to take note of. Shit.Â
âYâ alright there?â His eyes are trained on you now; he knows what you just did. Joel sports a quirked eyebrow as he waits for your response.Â
âMhm,â you rush out, ignoring his piercing gaze.Â
It takes every ounce of willpower for you to run over the knots in his shoulder again without driving your hips into him, but even the push and pull of your arms is a full body movement, and you feel it. You feel the growing wetness in your core, the growing heartbeat that his bare tummy no doubt can feel now.Â
Your body is splayed across him, the warmth of you leaking through your bottoms and onto his hot skin as you pathetically try to play off the fact that you arenât grinding your wet cunt across him right now. With a rasp of your name, he takes a sharp breath in. âWhat are ya doinâ?â He grunts, pained. Conflicted.Â
This is so wrong. But it feels so good. Your arousal â how utterly desperate you are for the older man underneath you â is shone all over your face, brighter than any other feeling of disgust or wrongness youâre trying to convince yourself of. But the internal battle is still there, though, and it forces your hips to come to a full stop. It forces cries of apologies from your lips. It forces regret.Â
âI- Iâm sorry,â you choke back a sob. âPlease, I- this is so wrong, Iâm so stupid, uncle, I-âÂ
God damn it. Joel is too damn hard to deal with this shit now. âOh, Jesus Christ, will you cut the fuckinâ uncle bullshit?â He finally snaps. His hands spring to life, finding their way up your thighs, tightening once they reach your hips. He forces you to move again. âYa think I wanna hear that fuckinâ word while you fuckinâ soak me? Huh? While ya rub on me like a fuckinâ bitch in heat?â
âShit,â you moan, the strength of his hand making the assault against your mound all the more intense. âJoel, please,â you cry, your fingers shaking as you hold onto his chest.Â
Your thighs begin to tremble as he maintains a rough pace to your movements, his bed creaking with every shove of your hips against him. His grip on you is one of steel, the pads of his fingers digging into your flesh, no doubt leaving tiny bruises as a reminder of todayâs actions.Â
He is fucking covered in you â the slick of your desire pooling through your bottoms and into his skin, making each grind smoother. He licks his lips at this, his eyes dark as he drinks you in from above; your own eyes glossy and a sheen of sweat along your skin. âLook at ya, darlinâ,â he murmurs, voice low enough to send a fresh wave of arousal pouring from your hole. âFuckinâ soakinâ me, baby. Needed me that bad, did ya? Was tryinâ tâ tell ya earlier,â he grunts, âYâknow ya just had to ask.â A lazy smirk pulls across his lip.Â
You let out a whimper at his words, your hips finally rolling alongside his own guidance, instinctively searching for more friction. âAtta girl,â he groans, âThatâs it, fuck- makinâ a fuckinâ mess aâ me, darlinâ.âÂ
Youâre panting now, the rhythm and pressure mixed with the filth of his Southern drawl ignites every single nerve ending throughout your body. He watches you with a dark intensity, the brown of his eyes replaced with pure black lust, his eyes unable to stray away from the pleasurable desperation filling your features.Â
âGonna come like this, sweetheart?â He taunts, driving you into him even harder.Â
âMmm- my God, yeah- yes,â you cry out, eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly finally tightens, your breathing ragged as needy moans escape your lips.Â
With a final roll of your hips and the utterance of a thatâs my girl, the coil finally snaps, pleasure crashing over you, coursing through your veins as you come all over him, your slick unable to stay within the limits of your clothes, leaking and dripping down the sides of him and onto the mattress below. Your thighs convulse around his waist, his hold on you continuing your thrusts, dragging out your orgasm until your own hands find his and rip him away from you.
âYa ainât done yet, sugar,â Joel gruffs, grabbing the globes of your ass cheeks and dragging you down, letting you feel his ignored and now raging erection.Â
âNever said I was,â you purr, a soft moan blessing his ears at the feel of his bulge against your ass. He can feel your smirk against his chest.Â
Body still trembling, Joel lifts your ass in the air, sliding your bottoms down over the curve of your body. The stickiness of your panties pulls off with a wet squelch, the cool air of the room mingling with the wet warmth of your bare pussy, the stark contrast forcing chills to run through your veins.Â
âGod,â he murmurs as you give a little wiggle of your ass in the air. âPretty as a peach, huh, darlinâ?â He guides you lower, pushing you down onto his bulge. The hardness of him beneath you immediately sends a fiery need to your core. Your hands move on their own as you pull your body up, reaching for the buttons and zipper of his jeans, undoing them with ease despite the eager shake of your hand. You pull the jeans down just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and angry and leaking.Â
âOh, fuck,â you swallow your gasp. âGod, I need you so bad,â you whine, already lifting up to line the tip of him to your swollen cunt.Â
You sink down with a breathless moan, your head flying back as your hands grip onto his tummy to keep you from buckling.Â
Joelâs breathing stutters, his moans filling the air as you practically choke his cock. âShit- so fuckin- fuckinâ tight.â His hands find their home on the meat of your ass, holding you tight, grounding himself from coming like a damn teenager.
You move slowly at first, savoring the way he feels inside of you, how big he is. God, you donât think youâve ever taken anything quite as long and as thick as him. Your heart skips a beat at that, knowing that heâs ruined you for anyone else.Â
It isnât long before the raw need takes over, and you move faster, hips rolling back and forth as you ride him, the wet sound of skin against skin as you alternate to a bounce ever so often.Â
Despite the risk of hurting his back even more, he canât stop himself from gripping you tighter, his nails digging into your flesh as his hips buck up into you, starting their own rhythm, meeting every one of your thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming with the size of him; itâs a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, mixing sweet whines of ecstasy with whines of overstimulation, and itâs the best music to have ever graced his ears.Â
âLook at ya,â he grunts. âFuckinâ made for this, werenât ya? Fuckinâ made for takinâ this cock, huh, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod weakly at his words. They send a flutter down your belly to your pussy, and his mouth is all it takes to send you to your second brink of collapse â your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you move, as he drives himself into you without abandon.Â
Every thrust pushes you further to the edge, the sting of the stretch, the sensation of being so full â itâs almost too much to bear. He can hear it in the way your cries change. Itâs becoming too much.Â
âYâ can take it, sweetheart, almost there,â he grunts. His hands take over in guiding your movements, urging you faster, harder, bringing you both to the cliffâs edge.Â
âCâmon, baby, can feel her squeezinâ me, know she wanna come, baby. Breathe, doll, jusâ let go,â he rasps, his words coming in staggered.
The wet tightness of your walls, both the feel and the sound, causes Joel to fall first â a low, guttural groan filling the room as he fills you with his hot, thick spend.
The sensation of him pulsing inside you, unloading everything heâs worth, sends you over your edge, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come, the sensation rippling through you, shredding your vocal cords as you scream out in pleasure.Â
Everything goes dark for you, nothing but the fuzzy sound of Joelâs sweet praises at the top of your head as he guides you through your come down.Â
âDid so fuckinâ good fâ me, darlinâ,â he murmurs. âSweet girl.â
For an asshole, who knew he could be so sweet?Â
You roll off of Joel as soon as your heart steadies, your entire body on fire from all the exertion. You can feel Joelâs body stiffen as you use him for support. His back is killing him right now.
A few moments pass as your eyes slowly start to close, but the deep gruff of your name stops you from dozing.Â
You turn your head to the man beside you. âYes?âÂ
For the first time today, itâs Joel who canât make eye contact with you. âCan you, uh⌠can you-â he clears his throat, trying to rid himself of his awkwardness. âCan you warm up the heat pack again?âÂ
Your smirk lifts your cheek before you can even try to stop it. âCome again?âÂ
He lets out a frustrated huff. And he canât turn away from you. His back is killing him right now. âMy back-â
âYeah, what about your back?âÂ
âYou fuckinâ little shit-â
You giggle as you flip onto your side, your hand holding your head up to get a better look at him. âYour back is hurting, baby? Need me to get the heat pack for you, hm?âÂ
He doesnât respond. He just has the deepest, most grumpiest scowl known to man on display.Â
âOh, come on. You need my help, is that it? Need to hear you say it, unc.â You emphasize the last syllable of your sentence, a belly laugh threatening to escape you.Â
Oh, two can play at that game. âYeah, baby, I need your help. I need the help from my beautiful, beautiful niece, hm? My beautiful, needy niece whose pussy gets all soaked jusâ thinkinâ âbout me, huh? Gets all wet and needy thinkinâ âbout her uncle-â
Your resolve finally snaps, your eyes clamping shut as you cover your ears, loud la la laâs coming from your mouth as you ungraciously roll yourself off of his bed. âEnough, fine! Fine! Fuckinâ nasty,â you groan as you make your way to the kitchen.Â
ââM not the one who started it, sweetheart,â Joel says, a triumphant smile plastered across his cocky face.Â
âI made you cookies by the way,â you yell after a beat. âWant one?âÂ
Joelâs hand reaches for his belly. He doesnât need one, thatâs for sure. âYeah,â he responds not a second later.Â
You come back to his bedroom, heat pack in one hand, no cookie in the other. You hand him the heat pack. You make him adjust it himself.Â
âWhereâs the cookie?â He asks, a tinge of impatience on his tongue.Â
âOh, I thought you were gonna come down and get it.âÂ
He looks at you incredulously.Â
âI just figured you wanted to start being more independent and all. Given how strenuous you were being a few moments ago,â you offer with a faux innocence. Â
âI swear to fuckinâ God, when I get my hands on you-â
âYour hands on me? Yeah? When?â You start making your way out of his bedroom. âCome get me if you wanna show me a lesson. Know you been dying to all week.âÂ
If he can fuck you the way he did, maybe full-time bed rest isnât what Joel needs. He needs to stretch and move around; he needs to activate his muscles, especially being on the older side. It really is basic biology.
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Teacher's Pet
Joel Miller x virgin f!reader
Summary: 25 years old, anxiety-ridden, and still a virgin, you ask your friend Joel for advice on your upcoming date. But you're more of a...hands-on learner. And he's more than happy to help.Â
Warnings: PWP, unbalanced power dynamics, virgin!reader, neighbor/bff/more experienced! Joel, age gap, first kiss, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), frequent check-ins, soo much banter and Joel is a menace also so soft and sweet :')....(ends on a cliffhanger but there will be a part two I swear).
w/c: 7.7k idk what happened
a/n: I am resurfacing for your monthly reminder that I do in fact still write!! Inspiration for this came out of literally nowhere but I took it and RAN with it and I think I like it?? As always, thank you to my baby love @undrthelights for helping me with this and always listening to my rambling and for being my biggest enabler Ilysm
Part Two
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"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck pound in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed. "A what?" "Forget it. forget I said anything,â you mutter, shaking your head. "No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like aâŚa sex lesson?âÂ
"Seriously, Joel. Fuck off" you snap but with no bite or heat behind it. You bring the sweating bottle of beer to your lips and finish the rest of the now lukewarm liquid off in one gulp.Â
"What? I just find it hard to believe that you've never even had a kiss. Didn't you go to high school? Didn't you ever get invited to a party? Didn't you go to college? College kids do the do like all the timeâÂ
"Clearly not all the time" you mutter, a tad bitterly.
Joel raises his hands defensively and takes a sip of his own beer. "Just seems crazy is all. There's gotta be some chick or dude out there willing to take pity on you and pop your cherry."
You audibly gag at his choice of words. "I don't need a pity fuck, thanks." You stand from the couch and head over to the fridge. The bottles of cold alcohol inside are calling your name and you want something that will help soothe your nerves. You're not a big drinker, but when Joel is prying into your love life like he is now, you wish you were.
"Okay,â he starts from the living room. âMaybe I worded that wrong. What I meant to say was, there's gotta be someone out there who would be more than willing to show you a good time."
You groan and let your forehead fall against the fridge door. "That's the whole point! I came here to get advice for my date, someone who might actually be interested in me, and all you've done is make fun of me for not having fucked anyone yet. So thanks, Joel. You're a real pal."
You push away from the fridge and slam the door shut, a second beer in hand.
"Alright, alright, calm down." He says, hands in the air as if you were holding him at gunpoint as you head back to the couch. "Look, if this guy really likes you then he's not gonna care. Probably won't even be able to tell if you are or aren't."
"You think so?" You ask hopefully.
"Well, I mean, unless you're like... super bad."
Your heart drops into your stomach and you glare at him, "Joel."
"Oh come on, I'm kidding. You're not gonna be bad, okay? Just, go into it with an open mind and just relax. If he tries something you're not comfortable with or makes you feel weird, tell him. And if he gets pissy, dump his ass."
"That simple, huh?" You scoff.
"Well, yeah. You're the one who made it complicated by thinking it was a big deal."
"It is a big deal, Joel! I know nothing!
"Nothing? You ainât ever watched porn? Jesus, I had no idea you were such a prude."
You can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes and slapping the back of your hand against his arm. He yelps and laughs, rubbing his arm.
"I've watched porn before" you retort.Â
"What kind?" he asks with a wiggle of his brows.
"None of your fucking business" you respond, feeling your face heat up.
Joel's lips quirk into a shit-eating grin and you're quick to smack him again.
"Okay okay, sorry!" he says through his laughter. "So what exactly are you afraid of?"
You're not really sure how to answer. It's a combination of so many things, most of which are irrational fears and insecurities. Sure you've seen it all done before, but you're well aware that none of it is realistic. At least, not completely. And just the fact that you're freshly 25 years old without a single notch in your bedpost makes you dizzy with anxiety. It's not like you're saving yourself or anything, it's just that hook up culture has never agreed with you and there's never been an opportunity that made you feel like it was the right one. That is until now, with your cute coworker who you thought was miles out of your league asking you out on a third date. And now, the prospect of being in bed with him is looming over you like a dark cloud and the last thing you want to do is mess it up.
"I guess, I'm just afraid that he's gonna be disappointed, or I'm gonna weird him out, or I'm gonna do something wrong and embarrass myself.â Joel nods along and listens. "And if it is bad then we still have to work with each other and then what if it's awkward and everyone knows about it and then he hates me and--"
"Okay, whoa slow down there, buddy" Joel says, putting a hand on your shoulder. "One, you're overthinking this. You're literally thinking like, five steps ahead of what's actually going on. It's a date. And even if it does end up in the bedroom, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. No one's forcing you, okay? He can't. No one can."
"I know, but I want to," you reply quietly.
"Alright. Then do."
"I don't know howwww!! " you whine, flopping backwards into the couch.
Joel groans and sits up a little straighter, scrubbing a hand down his face.Â
"Well, there's no magic trick, I don't have a secret sex manual I'm holding out on ya."
You sigh, shoulders sagging as you look over at him. The idea comes out of nowhere, well, not exactly from nowhere, but it pops in your head so fast that you then have to bite your tongue before the words bubbling up from your throat come tumbling out.Â
It's not a bad idea, not necessarily.Â
You've been good friends with Joel ever since you moved in next door last year. An unlikely pairing, a 40 year old contractor and an almost 25 year old office worker. But after offering him a six pack as part of introducing yourself to the neighbors, you'd gotten along fabulously. He fixes things around your house and you send him home with hot dinners and warm, gooey cookies and you watch movies together almost every Friday night.
 It's an easy friendship, open and honest and supportive, and Joel has never given you reason not to trust him. He's a good guy, if not a little brash, but you know deep down he means well. And it doesn't hurt that he's objectively attractive, with his tall and sturdy frame, strong, calloused hands, dark messy curls....It's not a bad idea.
It's an absolutely insane idea.Â
You continue to stare at him, clenching your teeth together to hold back the question sitting on the tip of your tongue.
"What?" he says, looking back at you.
"Nothing" you mutter, eyes flicking away.
"You've got that face you make when you're about to say something really stupid, so just get it out."
You glare at him again, not enjoying the way he can read you so well.
"I wasn't gonna say anything."
"Well now you're lying."
"I'm not."
"You're doing it again!"
"Doing what?!"
"That face!"
"I'm not making a face!"
"Yes you are! Just spit it out!"
You groan and hide your face in your hands. You blame it on the one beer even though you know youâre not anywhere close to being drunk because how else would you justify what youâre about to say? You wait a moment, thinking about the weight of it but your mouth opens before you can stop yourself.Â
"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever."
Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck and hear it in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed.
"A what?"
"Forget it. forget I said anything,â you mutter, shaking your head.Â
"No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like aâŚa sex lesson?âÂ
His eyes are wide, and he looks incredulous. You can't blame him, because the more time that passes between your suggestion and now, the more ridiculous the idea seems.
"Iâm sorry, that wasâŚIt was stupid. Pretend I didn't say anything. Let's just watch a movie." You move to grab the remote, but Joel's hand covers yours, stopping you.
"Is that what you want?"
You look at him, searching his expression for any sign of disgust or apprehension. But all you can see is the same Joel you've known for months, patient, warm, and understanding.
"I know. I know it's stupid. But I can't get this date out of my head, Joel. It's all I can think about and the more I do, the more worried I get and I just don't want to fuck it up. And I know we're friends and this is weird and gross, but I just thought that... maybe, I could have some practice, so to speak."
He doesn't say anything. Just keeps looking at you, the panic rising in your chest the longer the silence stretches. You start to fidget, wringing your hands together in your lap.
"I'm sorry, that was way out of line" you say, moving to stand up, your skin sweaty and hot with embarrassment and your feet ready to run out the door and never come back.Â
But Joel catches your wrist, gently pulling you back down to sit next to him.
"Joel" you whine, not wanting him to humiliate you any further.
"It's okay, come here."
His voice is softer than before, and his eyes are kind. You let him pull you closer, the two of you sitting knee to knee. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes, not with your cheeks and the tips of your ears burning like they are, but Joel doesn't push. He simply moves his hand from your wrist, sliding it into yours. His palms are rough and warm, and the simple touch alone is comforting.
"You really wanna do this?â he asks softly. You can feel his eyes boring into you. âI mean, I'm not exactly a prize winning catch. And it's not like there's a shortage of willing men out there."
You shrug and chew the inside of your lip.
"Yeah, but you're my friend and I...I trust you."
There's another pause, and you wish that you could just disappear into the couch and erase this moment from your memory.
"How drunk are you?" he asks, glancing at the beer bottle on the coffee table.
"You saw me finish one bottle. And half of another. Iâm barely tipsy."
"Not drunk?â
"Nope."
"You're gonna remember this tomorrow."
"Uh huh."
"And you still want to?"
You groan for the millionth time and squeeze his hand.
"Yes I want to! Look, if you don't want to then that's fine. It was just a dumb suggestion and we can just forget this ever happened."
He hums, considering your words. His hand slips out of yours, and you think that's it, you've scared him off and washed the friendship down the drain. That you'll have to hide from him from now on, that you'll have to pack your things up and move because the mortification would be too much, and that he'll hate you, andâ
His two fingers sliding under chin surprise you, and he tilts your head up. He's looking down at you with that same even expression, eyes big, soft, and warm as he slides his hand over to cup your jaw in his palm.Â
"If you want to stop at any point, just say so, okay? I won't be upset and we can go back to the way things were before. Got it?"
You nod, your throat suddenly too tight to speak. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone, the tender touch is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Thereâs no way this is actually happening. That your first kiss is going to be with your 40 year old menace of a neighbor. That youâre going to, how did you put it, get a sex lesson from him. His gaze flicks down to your lips and back up to your eyes and youâre positive youâre no longer able to breathe.Â
"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. You nod.Â
You're sure he can hear the thumping of your heart in his own ears as he leans down. His other hand comes to rest on your hip and when his lips touch yours, a soft, tentative pressure, you're not prepared for the electricity that shoots through you.
He's barely done anything and already you feel like you're floating. Your own hands reach out to clutch his shirt, keeping him close, afraid he'll pull away and leave you cold and wanting if you don't. But he stays put, pressing himself against you, his lips working gently against yours. You follow his lead, kissing him back while trying not to overthink it.
It's nothing like the kisses in the movies or the books, where fireworks explode behind your eyelids or where your foot pops up in the air. It's far more subdued, more quiet and subtle. But the warmth that pools low in your belly and the goosebumps that erupt on your skin when his tongue slides against the seam of your lips, light and quick, makes you absolutely melt.Â
He pulls back before you can really react, and you're left with a dizzying rush of both blistering desire and excruciating anxiety. You want to pull him back in and never let him go. But your heart is beating so fast you can hardly breathe, your nerves are buzzing, and the urge to run and hide is nearly paralyzing.Â
"Was it bad?" you ask tentatively, cheeks heated.
"No" he replies, giving your hip a squeeze as a smirk plays on his lips. "It was fucking awful. Worst kiss of my life"
"Shut up!" you hiss, pushing him away with a hand on his chest. He laughs, the sound easing some of the tension in your body.Â
"I'm just teasing" he says, voice dropping lower. "C'mere, we can work on it."
His lips find yours again, and you try not to smile into the kiss but it's hard when you can feel the way his lips are quirked up as well. It doesnât take much else to get you to relax and let yourself fall into the moment, into the gentle press of his mouth and the warm hands on your hip and your cheek. He swipes his tongue against your lips again, his fingers pressing lightly into the hinge of your jaw to tilt your head back and coax your lips apart.
You let him, sighing as his tongue glides across yours, hot and smooth and sweet. Your hands slide up his chest, finding purchase around his shoulders, and when you move forward, pushing yourself against him, he grunts softly but lets you. He kisses you until the both of you are gasping for air, and when he pulls back, his lips are wet and red and you're certain yours must be as well.
"Better?" you ask, a bit breathless.
"Getting there" he answers with, his breath warm where it fans across your cheek.Â
"You're such a liar" you say with a goofy smile.
"Yeah, I know. Now try again, practice makes perfect.âÂ
You roll your eyes but lean back in nonetheless. It's a bit more heated this time, the feeling of his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip making you squirm. His hand rounds over your hip, palm smoothing to the small of your back to pull you closer, the heat of his body radiating through your clothes and warming your skin. Your hands move on their own accord, no thought behind the action as they slide up to his shoulders and then his neck, your fingers finding home in the curls at the base of his skull. When you give them a slight tug, you're rewarded with a muffled grunt from Joel. Emboldened, you pull back, lips swollen and tingling.
"Youâre a good kisser,â you pant. "Is that something people usually say?"
"When itâs true" he says, grinning at you. "And since I know you're gonna ask, I'd say that was a C+, maybe a B-."
You scoff but blush furiously at the smile he flashes, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
"Well then, tell me what to do next. What do I need to know?"
Joel hums as he thinks for a moment.Â
"What do you want to do?"
You stare at him for a second, blinking.
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you" you say, shaking your head a bit.
"Well, how far do you want to take this?"
You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very shy. You canât deny that when the idea popped in your head it was accompanied by the mental image of you naked, spread out on his bed, but the actual act of asking him, or better yet, actually doing it is... intimidating to say the least. Are you really about to let him go all the way, to see you bare and vulnerable, let him pop your cherry as he would disgustingly put it? All just to âprepareâ for a date with a guy who might not even like you that way?
Yeah, probably.
"All the way" you answer. âI want to go all the wayâÂ
He doesnât pounce on you like you expected, doesnât press his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss that you had half hoped for. Instead, he simply looks at you, his brown eyes boring into yours, searching.
"Are you sure? You can always say no and you're not gonna lose me as a friend if this isnât what you actually want. I donât want you thinking that."
You can't help the laugh that bubbles up and slips out, because of course Joel, your kind, thoughtful Joel, would say that. He's a good man. A great one, even.
"Yes, I'm sure. But if you don't want to, I get it, I can just leave and-"
Joel laughs, the sound traveling up from deep in his chest, the rumble vibrating against you.
"Sweetheart, I wouldn't be doinâ this if I didn't want to. Just makinâ sure this is what you really want."
"I want it.âÂ
He squeezes your hip and swipes a thumb over your cheekbone once again.Â
âAlright then.â He nods, firm and resolute, and then looks around the room. â Weâre not doing it here, though. If you're getting the full Joel Miller experience, we're gonna do it right.âÂ
Your eyes roll reflexively, but your heart picks up its pace regardless.
"Iâm not gonna do anything if you call it that ever again."
"Fine, fine,â he relents. âLet me show you what a good, thorough fucking feels like. Better?"
Your jaw drops, and he's laughing at you, his body shaking with amusement.
"Fuck you" you grumble, shoving him away while trying to hide your coy smile.Â
"Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for," he says with a wide, self-assured grin.
"I'm leaving" you declare with a false sense of offense as you rise to your feet. Joel is quick to do the same and before you can take a single step away, he slips a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugs you back into him, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"Iâll stop, Iâll stop. I'm sorry" he says, not sounding it one bit.
You huff, but let him pull you closer until youâre pressed against his chest and you have to tilt your head back to look at him.
"Iâll be good. I promise."
"Liar"
"Well, yeah. But I can promise that I'll make you feel good."
You can't help the giggle that spills out and he kisses it away, his lips warm and plush and sweet against yours. The hand not resting on your lower back comes up, curling around the nape of your neck and keeping you close. You sink into him, and the fog creeps in again, dulling the rest of the world, making it seem fuzzy and distant, like the memory of a dream. All you can focus on is him, the warm solid weight of him against you, the strong arms holding you, the way his mouth moves against yours. And then heâs pulling back all too soon and you have to stifle a whine.
"Come on" he says, tugging at your hand.
His bedroom is dim, the little lamp on his nightstand and the faint glow of the moon through the curtains providing the only light. You swallow and take a deep breath as you step inside, your bare toes digging into the plush carpet, his hand warm and large where it grips yours.
He holds onto you as he sits on the edge of the bed. You step forward, letting him pull you between his knees. His hands settle on your hips, and you can feel their heat through the fabric of your shirt.
He doesnât ask if you're sure again and youâre grateful because youâre not sure if you could form any kind of response right now. Instead, he slides his hands up and under your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your breath hitches as his hands smooth over your ribs and around to your back, the tips of his fingers mapping out the curve of your spine, skimming over each notch and bump. They climb higher, the fabric of your shirt bunching around his wrists.Â
âCan I take this off, baby?â
Your heart jumps to your throat but you nod anyway. He grabs the hem and tugs your shirt up and and you lift your arms so he can slip it off over your head. He tosses it aside, the fabric falling to the floor beside the bed. Youâre left exposed, vulnerable and bare, save for the worn out bra you wear, a few too many washes and a few years past its prime.
Your hands itch where they hang by your side with the instinct to cover yourself, hide the imperfections that you know so well, the stretch marks, the softness of your stomach, the way the cups of your bra are just a bit too small and spill over the tops.
But then heâs pressing his lips to the space just above your navel, his scruff tickling your skin and making the muscles in your abdomen jump and twitch. His hands find your waist again, and when his lips continue their path upwards, his palms follow, skimming up your sides, thumbs tracing the outline of your ribs before stopping at the band of your bra.
"This too?" he asks, voice quiet and husky.
"Yeah" you answer with a squeak, and he grins like a kid in a candy store.
His fingers undo the clasp deftness that makes your knees go weak, the straps slipping from your shoulders and the whole thing sliding down your arms, landing somewhere near your shirt.Â
"God, baby, look at you" he murmurs, his hands cupping the underside of your breasts, his thumbs sweeping over the tops and then down the slope and around your nipple. Your breath hitches, the gentle touch sending a shiver up your spine. "You're fucking perfect."
The praise is unexpected and it sends a jolt of heat through your core. You whimper quietly and his hands are on you again, the calloused palms rough on the soft skin of your breasts. He kneads the flesh, squeezing gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers, pulling and pinching and teasing.Â
He pulls you closer and ducks his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and hooded, and his pupils blown wide with desire.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Please."
He leans in and wraps his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, the gentle heat of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.
His mouth works on one breast, tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand continues its work on the other. Pleasure builds and coils deep inside, the sensation unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome. You whimper and he pulls away, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before giving it a sweet parting kiss.
He turns his attention to the other, his teeth grazing over the stiff peak and drawing a whine from your lips. He sighs when your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the strands until he groans softly against you. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing against it and dragging up and around, swirling and flicking. Youâre already breathless, panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.
"Feels good, Joel," you whisper shyly.Â
"I know, honey" he says, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he pulls away. "Feel good anywhere else?"
He doesn't wait for a response, simply slips a hand between your thighs, cupping you through the denim, the simple action making you squeak.
"Here, huh?" he says, the heel of his palm pressing against you.
You gasp softly and nod, biting your lip, too shy to say anything.
"Get on the bed, baby."
You comply, crawling onto the mattress and scooting backwards towards the pillows, sitting at the head of the bed as you watch him. His eyes never leave you as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Your heart thumps as you stare at his bare chest, his tanned skin dotted with a light dusting of salt and pepper hair. He's broad, his shoulders thick and chest solid. Your fingers burn with the urge to reach out and touch him, so you do, extending a tentative, slightly shaky hand.
He watches you closely, eyes flitting down to the palm pressed against his chest before meeting yours again, his mouth curling into a smile.
"You can touch" he says, reaching down to curl a hand around your wrist and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm before guiding your hand back down to his chest. "I think most people would enjoy that."
"You're having entirely too much fun with this,â you mumble while your fingers spread out across his pec. Â
"It is fun" he counters, his own hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the seam of your jeans and rubbing up and down. "But it'll be more fun once these come off"
Your lips part, a puff of air rushing out.
"You gonna take them off?" you ask, the words slipping out, bold and unbidden.
He grins, his brow quirking up.
"Look at you, being all bossy"
"You like it" you say, finally feeling some of the anxiety slipping away, the familiar and comfortable banter between the two of you slipping into place in a new, unfamiliar situation.
His smile takes up nearly his whole face as moves closer.Â
âI sure do.âÂ
He looms over you, bracing himself on an elbow next to your head before ducking down to kiss you, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth, warm and insistent. You sigh into it, your hands finding the warm, bare skin of his back, muscles gliding beneath your palms as you slide them up and around, fingertips digging into his shoulders. He's so warm and solid and you can't help the little noise that slips out, a soft, needy moan. You're about to break the kiss and beg him to touch you, give you something, anything, but he pulls back before you can.Â
"Impatient. I like that too" he says, voice barely above a whisper.
He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, his beard scraping against your skin. He continues his path, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down the valley between your breasts, his beard tickling your sternum.
His palm presses into the top of your thigh, and you instinctively open your legs for him, his hand immediately moving to cup you through the denim, thick fingers pressing against the seam and the bundle of nerves just below. Your hips rock up, seeking more pressure and he grins, entirely too pleased with himself right now.
You huff, and he laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest, but he relents, undoing the button and zipper of your jeans and tugging the fabric down, revealing the pair of pink panties underneath.Â
Joel sits up, pulling your jeans down your legs and letting them drop off the side of the bed, the sound of the denim hitting the floor indicating that you've officially crossed a line that neither of you can come back from. But if the hungry, desperate look on his face and the way you're practically vibrating underneath him are any indication, neither of you want to.
"I'll start with just my fingers, yeah?" he says, his hands running up the insides of your thighs, touch light and teasing, the tips of his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. You nod dumbly, at a complete loss for words right now.
He ducks his head, his lips landing on the smooth skin stretched over your hip bone. You squirm, ticklish, and he grins. His mouth is a great distraction from his hand, which has found its way back in between your legs, his fingers now pressing against damp fabric.
"Shit" he curses, his touch firm. "Fuckin' soaked already. Am I just that good?" he quips with a smirk.
"Jesus do you ever shut up" you gripe, but the effect is ruined by the whimper that escapes you when his thumb sweeps up, pressing hard against your clit.Â
"Oh, that's a pretty sound" he murmurs, repeating the motion to pull out another one, your hips bucking against his hand.
"Now," he starts, his tone shifting to the same one he uses when he's about to impart some life lesson. "This guy you're gonna see, or any man for that matter, should always take care of you before himself. That's just common fuckin' sense. And if he doesn't, you send him on his way" he continues. "Because a man that don't wanna see a woman get off is no fuckin' man at all"
You're about to interrupt, tell him he's an idiot and ask him to please, please, get on with it, but his fingers sliding under the elastic of your panties, swiftly pulling them down your legs steals the breath from your lungs. Your pulse sky rockets and you shift underneath him, crossing your thighs in instinctual effort to hide yourself from him.Â
"M'sorry I didn't shave or anything" you blurt out, your throat tight with anxiety and embarrassment once againÂ
Joel just shakes his head as he pries your legs apart.
"Baby, I could not give less of a shit about that."
"But-"
"No" he says, the word firm, an edge of command to his tone. "Youâre not apologizinâ for that. And if a man gives a shit, he's a fuckin' child who doesn't deserve the honor of bein' between these thighs" he says, pushing your knees further apart.
You nod and bite your lip, the words that are just so very Joel, settling in your chest and easing the tension in your body. You let out a long, slow breath and relax, trying to ease the nervousness.
"There ya go" he says, his fingers dancing along your slit, gathering the slick pooling there. You shudder at the gentle touch, your hips rolling up just a bit before you force them back down into the mattress, trying to keep yourself still.
"Nuh-uh. None of that" he says, immediately noticing the movement. He slides his free hand under you, his palm pushing into the small of your back and encouraging you to move again, to lean into your pleasure. "You take what you want, baby. Show me how good it feels. That's all I wanna see."
You squirm and whimper, the simple, almost lazy touch driving you insane. You've touched yourself before, brought yourself over the edge while imagining what it would be like to have the things you read about and watch in videos happen to you. But you've never managed to make yourself feel this good, never felt pleasure so intense, never felt a burning pressure in your abdomen so demanding that it radiates all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.
And he's barely touched you.
"How's that feel?"
You can't even form the words, so you just nod and hum, the sound a mix of a whimper and a moan, your hips rolling up against his palm. He chuckles, and then the pressure increases, the friction building, his fingers slipping down, collecting more of your wetness to ease the drag against your skin.
He moves his fingers down, down, down, the tip of one circling your entrance, gathering the wetness pooling there. You whine loudly, any shame and modesty you once had replaced entirely with desperate need and pure desire.
"Please, Joel" you whisper, voice shaky.
"I gotcha" he says, dipping his fingertip in, just barely, and pulling a moan from deep in your chest. "Gonna give you what you need"
You groan, a long, low sound as he slowly sinks his finger into you. It's nothing like your own, so perfectly thick and long/ And you found the spot before, the spot that he curls his finger up into, but never at this angle, never with the perfect amount of pressure that he's applying right now.Â
"Mmm, look at that" he coos as you clench tightly around his finger.
"Joel, god, feels so good" you whimper pathetically.Â
"I know, honey, I know."
You clench again, the cockiness and self-assured attitude that usually gets under your skin now ignites your whole body in an entirely different way. He keeps his eyes on your face, watching as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth drops open, your head tipping back as the pleasure builds.
"Another" you beg, the fullness not nearly enough.
"Greedy girl" he chides, but he pulls his finger out, and slides two back in. You swear that you could come from this alone, but he doesn't let you, the hand that was supporting your lower back disappearing, only to reappear between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit with firm, steady strokes.
White hot pleasure wraps around the base of your spine, the dual sensations of his fingers and his thumb sending you spiraling. The sounds falling from your lips are unrecognizable, high and desperate as your mind goes blissfully blank, your entire focus on the heat coiling in your abdomen. Your eyebrows pinch together and you bury your face in the pillow next to your head, trying to hide the ridiculous expression you're surely making, but you inhale the traces of his shampoo and cologne that cling to the fabric, the scent pushing you even closer to the edge.Â
You try to hold back. Surely you're not supposed to come this quickly, not just from two fingers and a thumb. Surely that's a sign that you're an easy lay, or too inexperienced, or-
"Just let it happen, baby. I can feel it, Just let go" Joel says, his voice cutting through the thoughts racing through your mind, his fingers crooking inside you and dragging across the spot that makes your hips stutter and a cry fall from your lips.
You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure cresting and crashing down around you. You squeeze his fingers, your back arching, the heels of your feet digging into the mattress as you roll your hips up into his touch, seeking more and more and more. And he gives and gives and gives, working you through it and drawing it out for as long as he can before you melt into the mattress, bones and muscles liquid and warm and satisfied.
He pulls his fingers out, and the sudden emptiness draws a disappointed whine from you, his answering chuckle making you smile.
"That was- fuck" you sigh, not quite capable of coherent thought.
"Absolutely mind-blowing? Yeah I know" he teases. You roll your eyes but don't say anything because it's true, and his cocky grin fades into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you return to Earth.Â
"Can I- can I return the favor?" you ask, your gaze flicking down to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
He grunts and shakes his head.
"Not yet. Got somethin' else in mind."
You frown and push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he shifts from his position. You're about to ask what he's going to do until he's settling himself on his stomach between your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath as you realize exactly what he's got planned and your heart jumps, anxiety clouding your mind once again.Â
He rests his cheek on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours.
"Alright?"
You swallow and nod, licking your lips.
"Yeah. Just... no one's ever-"
"Yeah, I got that much, that's why we're here" he says, smiling smugly when you glare at him.Â
"But what if it's not good? Or I don't taste good? Or-"
"Stop" he says, the single word halting your runaway train of thought. "You need lessons in relaxing, not sex. You're so fucking tense all the time"
"Sorry" you say, immediately cringing.
He sighs, his breath ghosting over the skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver. "What did I say about apologizin'?" he says, his tone slightly sharp.
"I know. Sorry- shit, sorry! Fuck!"
He barks out a laugh and you huff, bringing up both hands to scrub over your face.
"See what I mean?"
"Yes, yes, you're very smart and know everything"
He hums and nips at your thigh.
"Damn right I do."
You want to snark back, but his mouth is moving, his lips trailing down the inside of your thigh and towards where you're aching for him, slick and wet and throbbing. He takes his time, laying kisses on your thighs, hips, and stomach, his scruff scraping the sensitive skin, huffing out a laugh when you start to squirm, your patience wearing thin.
His hands smooth over the soft flesh of your inner thighs, urging you to spread them wider before spreading you open with his thumbs, exposing you completely. You feel exposed, vulnerable, and the urge to close your legs and hide yourself from his gaze is overwhelming, the embarrassment making your skin burn. But before you can even think about closing them, his tongue is on you, sliding up the length of you and circling your clit. The moan that escapes you is embarrassingly loud and high pitched, but the mortification is easily swallowed up by the pleasure.
He hums against you, the sound and the feeling sending a shudder through your body. Your hands grip the pillow behind your head and you try not to buck up into his mouth, but your attempts are futile. He doesn't seem to mind though, in fact you think it spurs him on, his tongue flattening against you and lapping at you messily, the wetness he's coaxed from you smearing across his mouth and chin.
The sound is lewd and obscene, the sloppy, slick noises and the soft grunts and groans that rumble in his chest as he works you up. He pulls back, his breath coming out in pants, his chest heaving as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and hooded.
"Don't know what you were worried about" he says, his voice low and raspy. "You taste fuckin' divine"
His beard is shiny and damp, his lips glistening, hair messy from where your fingers were tangled in it. The sight of him looking so completely disheveled and filthy has you clenching around nothing, the ache almost too much to bear.
He doesn't say anything else, just ducks his head and gets back to work, his mouth moving with a renewed urgency, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart, allowing him better access.
Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, a constant stream of moans and whines and babbling pleas and praises falling from your lips, but you're not really sure what you're saying, not really sure of anything except the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your veins.
You hear him moan, can feel the vibration against your skin, and you glance down at him, and that's a mistake. The sight of him, his eyes closed and brows drawn together in concentration, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucks and nips and laps at you andâ is he fucking grinding his hips into the mattress?
You're fucked.
A throaty moan tumbles past your lips as your hips start to rock, a rhythm forming as you chase your orgasm. His hands leave your thighs and he slides one arm up, the weight of it resting against your abdomen to keep you still while his other hand snakes down, fingers dipping inside again, finding the spot that makes you see stars.
"Fuck, Joel, please, oh my god, I'm so- please"
He groans in response, the hand on your stomach pressing down harder to meet the two fingers curling and stroking inside of you. You cry out at the increased pressure right as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud, his fingers moving faster and faster. Flames lick up your spine and spread throughout your body, threatening to burn you alive.Â
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, knocking the wind out of you and turning your limbs to jello. Wave after wave of blinding euphoria crashes over you and all you can do is cling to the pillow and arch your back, your toes curling as he continues to work his fingers and tongue, happily letting you ride his face and grind into his mouth.
He doesn't let up, not until you're a whimpering, trembling mess, physically pushing his head away when it becomes too much. He pulls back reluctantly, a wicked grin plastered to his face, his chin and mouth absolutely soaked. You're panting, struggling to catch your breath as the aftershocks make you shiver despite the content warmth spreading throughout your entire body.You feel sated and sleepy, a bone deep satisfaction making you feel boneless.Â
But as you come down from your high, rational thoughts start to filter in and you suddenly remember the reason this all started in the first place.
You're here to learn, he should be teaching you how to please a man.
How to please him.Â
You watch as he gets off the bed and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. Your eyes shamelessly rake over him, the dusty pink flush that decorates his neck and chest, the curve of his belly down to the impressive bulge in his jeans.Â
You push yourself up, ignoring the way your arms tremble with the effort. He looks at you, his eyes scanning your face no doubt looking for signs of distress.
"You ok?" he asks, eyebrows pinched together in his typical concerned Joel fashion.
"Yeah" you say, a little breathlessly. "But I still want to..."
Your voice trails off and you glance down at his crotch, hoping he gets the message.
"That's alright, baby. It's a lot, we don't-"
"No" you interrupt, a hint of desperation in your voice. "You said you would teach me. Please, Joel. I-I wanna learn" You hope it's a good enough cover to the fact that you really just want him, your original goal forgotten. "I just don't want to embarrass myself" you add, pouting slightly for good measure, praying to god that he canât detect the underlying want for him and him only.
He watches you for a moment, seemingly contemplating his decision. And then his eyes narrow, because of course he knows. There's never been an instance where you succeeded in lying to this man. He always, always knows when something is off.
"Alright" he says, a slow smile spreading across his face, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. "Dick sucking class is now in session"
You groan, your face twisting with visible disgust.
"Oh my god, that was terrible."
"What? It's true" he says with a shrug.
"That is- no, no way. Never say those words ever again. Ever." you say, pointing a finger at him accusingly.
"Or what?" he challenges, taking a step towards the bed.
You gulp and lick your lips.
"Or..."
He waits expectantly for a response. You have none, so you just shake your head and look away.
"Yeah, that's what I thought"
You glare at him and then sigh.
"You're a bully"
"Am I?â He asks, taking a step back to give you more room. â 'Cause you're the one that asked me to teach ya. On your knees, kid. Let's see whatcha got."
You chew on the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress a grin. You don't know how he does it, but his ability to make a joke or a quip out of anything always has a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even when the jokes are awful and the puns are terrible. Even when the joke is about you getting ready to suck his dick.Â
"You're a bully and a pervert" you say, sliding off the bed and sliding to your knees, the plush carpet doing a decent job at protecting your joints.
"And proud of it.â
"Pride is a sin."
"So is premarital sex, so I'll see you in hell, honey"
You snort and look up at him from your place on the floor, grinning widely.
"You're ridiculous"
"You love it"
And that's the thing, isn't it?
Because you do. You love his innate ability to make you laugh, to make you smile even when he's about to take your fucking virginity. He knows how to comfort you, how to put you at ease, when to push you with his teasing and when to pull back and let you take control. You've never met a person who has so effortlessly made their way into your heart.
And here you are, on your knees for him under the false pretense of practicing for a man who's name you can't even remember right now.
You shake your head, the motion clearing the thoughts and the emotions that were swirling in your head, the ones that make you want to stand up and kiss him, kiss him until your lips are numb and you're left gasping for air.
"Joel?" you say his name softly.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Teach me."
Part 2 is already in the works I promise hehehe thank you for reading I hope u all enjoy!!
#joel miller smut#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller one shot#joel miller fic#the last of us#tlou fic#joel miller#pedro pascal characters
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The Things I Would Do, Just To Be Here With You
Summary: Amidst the whirlwind of movie premieres and busy schedules, you and Pedro Pascal, both thriving in your respective careers, find ways to celebrate each other despite the distance. While Pedro promotes Gladiator 2 in London, he longs for your presence at the after-party.
Or, you two would scream at the stars for keeping you apart... and the government too.
âPedro Pascal x f!reader, Pedro is promoting Gladiator 2, and reader is in Wicked (Elphaba or Galinda of course!) for the screenplay of Wicked, and they are just really supportive of each other but also joke about their own movie being the best. Finding time to come to each otherâs premiers. Posting behind the scenes or visiting each other.â â From @imaginemixedfandom
Paring: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Warnings: Established Relationship, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, Slight Angst, Swearing, Anxiety, Surrounded by A-Listers, Cheesy Dialogue, Romance, Kissing, Real People Fiction, Red Carpet, Cameras, Paparazzi, Long Distance, Timezone Difference, Social Media, Interviews, Iâm not a Spanish speaker, I might be wrong with the terms, please donât come after me T^T,
Word Count: 4.4k
A/N: Ty @imaginemixedfandom for giving the idea! I didnât really want to replace the reader with the cast of Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo. Those two are just too iconic. So instead I will make the reader a writer for the screenplay adaptation of Wicked tehe. You all should listen to brent iii by Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler, itâs absolutely one of my favorite albums of this year. Lastly, remember this is all fictional and for fun! Enjoyyyy my loves!
Side note: Iâm dyslexic and English isnât my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!
Song: and the government too! By Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler
gif by @andrew-garfielld
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NEW YORK, NEW YORK â EVENING
âHi.â Your voice was soft as you nestled deeper into the duvet, your body cocooned in its comforting folds.
âHola, mi amor.â Pedroâs face lit up on your phone screen, the warm timbre of his voice washing over you like a balm. âI miss you.â âI miss you too⌠so much,â you replied with a little pout. The time difference between London and New York was merciless. Between his packed schedule promoting Gladiator 2 and prepping for Fantastic Four, and your whirlwind of work with the Wicked movie premiere, your conversations had been reduced to stolen moments like this. Still, even through a screen, Pedro had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. âYou look cozy,â he said with a lopsided grin, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. âMeanwhile, Iâm freezing my ass off here on set. I think my nose might fall off.â You laughed softly, the sound tinged with longing. âIâd trade you, you know. Iâll take the cold if it means I get to see you.â
âDonât tempt me.â He leaned closer to the camera, his face filling your screen. âIf I werenât contractually obligated to be here, Iâd hop on the next flight and show up at your premiere tomorrow. Red carpet and all.â You smiled wistfully, your fingers brushing against the edge of your phone as if you could reach through it to touch him. âYouâd outshine me. Imagine the headlines: âPedro Pascal steals the show at Wicked premiere.ââ âPlease. Everyoneâs going to be talking about you. âBrilliant screenwriter dazzles Hollywood!ââ He paused, his tone softening. âYouâre incredible, you know that?â Your throat tightened at his words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. âStop, or Iâll actually cry, and my face will be all puffy for tomorrow.â He chuckled. âOkay, okay. But seriously, mi amor, Iâm so proud of you. Youâve worked so hard for this.â âAnd so have you,â you countered. âThe Gladiator 2 trailer broke the internet, and you still found time to send me flowers last week. Youâre amazing, Pedro.â âYeah, but flowers arenât the same as being there with you.â His voice dipped, a hint of regret slipping through. âI hate being this far away.â You sighed, your heart aching in tandem with his. âMe too.â
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the unspoken tension of your shared longing. Then, Pedroâs grin returned, bright and mischievous. âSo,â he said, leaning back in his chair, âwho do you think has the better movie? Be honest.â
You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. âAre you seriously asking me to compare Wicked to Gladiator 2? Oneâs a heartfelt, magical adaptation, and the other is a testosterone-filled epic. Theyâre different.â
âUh-huh,â he teased, crossing his arms. âSounds like youâre dodging the question. I knew you were scared to admit Gladiator 2 is better.â
You scoffed, sitting up straighter in bed. âScared? Please. I just donât want to hurt your feelings when Wicked inevitably becomes a global phenomenon.â
Pedro laughed, the sound rich and contagious. âYouâre lucky I love you. Otherwise, this would be grounds for war.â
âLucky? Youâre the lucky one,â you shot back, smirking. âIâll prove it when I finally see you in person again. But until thenâŚâ
You brought the phone closer, pressing a soft kiss to the screen. Pedro mimicked your gesture, his lips brushing his camera lens.
âGoodnight, mi vida,â he murmured.
âGoodnight, Pedro.â Your voice was tender, laced with all the love you couldnât put into words.
As the call ended, you clutched the phone to your chest, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. Despite the distance, despite the chaos of your lives, you knew one thing for certain: Pedro Pascal would always be worth the wait.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK â MORNING
Today was the day. You were walking the red carpet for the Wicked movie premiere. A sea of celebrities, producers, fellow writers, and editors would surround you. The sheer magnitude of it all left you feeling both giddy and utterly petrified. Â
You smoothed your hands over the silk robe you wore, your palms damp with nerves. While you loved the craft of storytelling, the spotlight had always felt daunting. You preferred to let your work speak for itselfâa tendency that paired surprisingly well with dating Pedro Pascal, the literal human embodiment of charisma and charm. Â
âThere, all done,â Laura, your makeup artist, said with a satisfied grin. Â
You blinked at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin glowed, your eyes were accentuated just enough to look striking without overwhelming, and your lips were painted a perfect shade of confidence. Â
âYouâve outdone yourself,â you said, giving her a warm smile. Â
âOf course I did,â Laura replied with a wink. âBig night for my favorite screenwriter.â Â
Mia, your stylist, emerged from behind a rack of gowns, holding up the dress. âSpeaking of big nights... Ready to put this beauty on?â Â
You nodded, though your smile wavered. âI just wish Pedro were here,â you admitted, your voice quieter now. ��
Laura and Mia exchanged sympathetic glances before Laura gently squeezed your shoulder. âYouâre going to look incredible, and heâd lose his mind if he saw you. How about we take some pictures to send him? A little preview for the man himself.â Â
You hesitated, glancing at your phone on the vanity. âI donât want to distract him. Heâs busy with interviews and set work. London and New York arenât exactly next doorâŚâ Â
âAll is fair in love and war,â Laura teased, her giggle breaking the tension. âCome on, babe! If anything, itâll be motivation for him to hop on the next flight.â Â
Mia chimed in, smirking. âOr just to remind him what heâs missing. Trust me, teasing Pedro is a public service.â Â
You laughed despite yourself, feeling the nerves lift slightly. âFine, fine. But if he complains, Iâm blaming you two.â Â
They ushered you into the dressâa masterpiece of emerald silk and intricate detailing that clung perfectly in all the right places. As Mia zipped you up, Laura stepped back, her hands pressed dramatically over her heart. Â
âPedroâs going to lose his shit.â Â
âYou look like a literal goddess,â Mia added, spinning you toward the mirror. Â
For a moment, you hardly recognized yourself. The reflection staring back radiated elegance and confidence, even if you didnât entirely feel it yet. Â
âOkay, okay. Take the pictures,â you relented, biting your lip as you tried to contain your grin. Â
Laura grabbed your phone and started snapping. You struck a few playful poses, twirling and laughing as Mia adjusted the hem of your dress. It felt silly, but imagining Pedroâs reaction warmed your chest. Â
Once the photos were taken, you grabbed your phone and hovered over the message screen. You debated for a moment, then attached the best photo and typed a quick message. Â
You: Wish you were here. But since youâre not... Enjoy this. Donât let it distract you too much, cariĂąo. Â
You hit send before you could second-guess yourself, the familiar swoosh of the message sending making your heart race. Â
The reply came faster than you expected. Â
Pedro: Distract me? How am I supposed to do anything now? You look like an angel. No, better than an angel. Drop-dead stunning.Â
You couldnât stop the grin from taking over your face. Â
Pedro: Red carpet better be ready. Theyâve got no idea who theyâre dealing with tonight. Â
The butterflies in your stomach multiplied tenfold. Before you could reply, another message appeared. Â
Pedro: Iâm so proud of you. Go knock âem dead, mi amor. I love you. Â
Your throat tightened, and you had to blink back the sudden tears threatening to ruin Lauraâs hard work. You tapped out a quick reply. Â
You: I love you too. Now go back to being the coolest man alive. Â
âYou okay over there?â Mia asked, watching you with a knowing smile. Â
âMore than okay,â you said softly, tucking your phone away. Â
As you prepared to step into the whirlwind of the premiere, Pedroâs words echoed in your mind. Even from thousands of miles away, he made you feel invincible. Â
Tonight wasnât just about the red carpet or the glitz and glamour. It was about celebrating what you lovedâand knowing Pedro would always be your biggest cheerleader, no matter where in the world he was. Â
UNITED KINGDOM, LONDON â AFTERNOONÂ Â
Pedro sighed deeply, his head resting against the back of his chair. The steady hum of activity on set felt like background noise, the voices and clatter muffled by the ache in his chest. His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh, the motion absent-minded, a physical echo of the restlessness he felt inside. Â
He missed you. Â
It wasnât the casual longing of someone who hadnât seen their partner in a whileâit was the kind of yearning that settled into his bones, heavy and persistent. A few hundred miles of ocean separated you, but it may as well have been an entire galaxy. Â
He opened his phone and scrolled back to the picture youâd sent him that morning. The emerald dress, the way it hugged your form, the way your eyes sparkled even in a still imageâit took his breath away. You looked like a dream. His dream. Â
âIf I were there right nowâŚâ he murmured under his breath, running his thumb over the screen as if he could touch you. Â
If it were as simple as hopping on a flight, heâd already be on his way. He imagined the way youâd light up when you saw him, how youâd rush into his arms. Heâd bury his face in your hair, inhale your scent, and hold you so tightly that heâd forget about the world outside. Â
But it wasnât that simple. The timing was off, as it so often was with both your careers in full swing. He was tied to the production schedule of Fantastic Four, and you were in the spotlight for Wicked. The universe seemed determined to keep you apart, and for the first time in years, Pedro felt the cracks in his patience. Â
He closed his eyes, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. âDamn stars. Damn schedules. Damn⌠government,â he muttered bitterly. The laugh that followed was humorless, the frustration thick in his voice. Â
If he could, heâd scream at the stars for conspiring against you both. Curse the invisible forces that made life so complicated. Heâd barter with time itself, twist it and stretch it, just to have you here with him for a few stolen moments. Â
He wondered what you were doing right now. Were you nervous about the red carpet? Did you feel as hollow without him as he felt without you? Pedro clenched his jaw, guilt gnawing at him. You deserved to have him there, to walk that carpet with you, to hold your hand and beam with pride as you took in the applause for your work. Â
âPedro, theyâre ready for you!â Â
The call from a production assistant jolted him from his thoughts. He blinked, the weight of reality crashing back down as he stood and stretched. Â
âBe right there,â he called back, tucking his phone into his pocket. Â
As he made his way back to the soundstage, he couldnât shake the thought of tomorrow. The Gladiator 2 premiere loomed ahead, another milestone he should be celebrating with you by his side. Instead, youâd be halfway across the world. Â
But one day, he promised himself, one day, nothing will keep us apart. Â
NEW YORK, NEW YORK â EVENINGÂ
The flashing lights were relentless, casting an almost blinding glow over the red carpet. The screams of fans and the constant click of cameras created a symphony of chaos, one you werenât entirely comfortable navigating. Youâd always preferred the quietâcurled up with a book, tucked away from the worldâs prying eyes. Â
But tonight, you smiled and posed alongside your cast and the production crew. You owed it to them, to yourself, and to the story youâd helped bring to life. Â
âBeautiful, isnât it?â Winnie Holzman, the original writer of Wicked, leaned in with a smile, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the crowd. Â
You nodded, though your voice was tinged with nervousness. âItâs incredible. Overwhelming, but in the best way.â Â
âYouâve done amazing work,â Dana Fox chimed in, her excitement infectious. âWe wouldnât be standing here without your screenplay tying it all together.â Â
Jon M. Chu, ever the cheerleader, clapped you lightly on the back. âTonightâs your night too. Own it.â Â
You laughed softly, feeling a little more at ease with their encouragement. Together, the four of you posed for the cameras, sharing a few candid laughs before heading closer to the press area. Â
As you stepped into the spotlight for interviews, the questions started flying. Â
âHow does it feel to see Wicked finally come to life on the big screen?â Â
âIt feels surreal,â you answered, your smile genuine. âEveryone on this project has poured so much heart into it. To see it come together like this is... overwhelming in the best way.â Â
âYouâre known for being quite private. How are you handling all the attention tonight?â Â
âItâs definitely out of my comfort zone,â you admitted with a small laugh. âBut Iâm surrounded by such a talented and supportive team, which makes it easier.â Â
Then, inevitably, came the question youâd been bracing for. âWe couldnât help but notice that Pedro Pascal isnât here tonight. Do you miss him?â Â
The question tugged at something deep inside you. âI miss him so much,â you said softly, your expression softening. âHeâs busy promoting Gladiator 2 and filming in London. I know he wishes he could be here, just like I wish I could be there for him. Weâre both incredibly proud of each other, though.â You grinned, a playful sparkle in your eyes. âBut, of course, Wicked is better. Donât tell him I said that.â Â
The interviewer laughed, and you followed with a wink before stepping away. Â
AFTER THE PREMIEREÂ Â
As the credits rolled and the crowd applauded, you walked alongside Jon, Winnie, and Dana toward the exit. The night air was cool and refreshing after the heat of the theater. Â
âYou were glowing on that carpet,â Winnie teased, nudging you gently. Â
Jon smirked. âBet itâs because of a certain someone who couldnât make it.â Â
You flushed immediately, your cheeks warming. âStop,â you mumbled, though your smile betrayed your embarrassment. Â
âOh, come on,â Dana added with a laugh. âYou were gushing about him earlier. Just admit itâyouâre head over heels.â Â
You sighed dramatically, though your heart raced just thinking about Pedro. âOkay, fine. I miss him like crazy. I justââ You paused, glancing up at the stars. âI wish I could be there for him, you know? For his premiere. Heâs always so supportive of me. It feels wrong not to do the same.â Â
Jon stopped walking, turning to face you with a thoughtful look. âSo go.â Â
âWhat?â Â
âGo to him,â he said with a shrug. âTake the jet. Iâll make the call.â Â
You blinked at him, stunned. âYouâyouâd let me do that?â Â
âOf course,â Jon said, waving off your concern. âYouâre part of the heart of this project. If being with him makes you happy, itâs worth it.â Â
âBut I donât have a ticket, and I need to pack, andââ Â
Dana held up a hand, already pulling out her phone. âRelax. Iâll call a car, and weâll pack together. You just focus on getting there.â Â
Before you could protest further, Jon had already stepped aside, dialing someone on his phone. Dana grabbed your arm and started steering you toward the waiting car. Â
âYouâre really doing this,â she said, grinning. Â
âIâI guess I am.â Your voice trembled with excitement and nerves. âWhat if I donât make it in time? What ifââ Â
Dana cut you off with a gentle squeeze on your shoulder. âYouâll make it. And even if you donât, just being there will mean everything to him.â Â
AT THE AIRPORT Â
The private jet was waiting for you, its sleek frame illuminated by the glow of the runway lights. You quickly texted Pedroâs manager and assistant, letting them know you were on your way. Â
You: Iâm coming to London. Please donât tell him. I want it to be a surprise. Â
The response was almost immediate:Â Â
Franklin Latt: Got it. Heâs going to lose his mindâin the best way. Â
As you settled into your seat and the jet began to taxi, your heart raced. Seven hours separated you from Pedro, but for the first time in days, the distance didnât feel insurmountable. Â
You leaned your head back against the seat, clutching your phone tightly as you closed your eyes. You could already picture the look on his face when he saw you. Â
Just hold on, Pedro. Iâm on my way. Â
UNITED KINGDOM, LONDON, ODEON LUXE LEICESTER SQUARE â EVENING
The energy in Leicester Square was electric. Fans filled the barricades, the roar of excitement nearly drowning out the camera flashes as Pedro made his way down the red carpet. Dressed in a sharp black shirt, the top unbuttoned, slacks, his signature charm, and a warm smile lit up every interaction as he stopped to greet fans and pose for photos.
The press area was bustling, and soon Pedro found himself standing in front of a journalist holding a microphone.
âPedro, congratulations on Gladiator 2! How does it feel to be here tonight celebrating this film?â
Pedro grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âIt feels incredible. This is one of those projects you dream about as an actor, and to see it all come together, to see everyoneâs hard work pay off, itâs⌠itâs a real honor.â
The interviewer nodded. âYouâve had an amazing year, between this and your other projects. But we couldnât help but notice that someone special in your life had a big night recentlyâthe Wicked premiere in New York. Did you get a chance to see any photos?â
Pedroâs face lit up instantly, a laugh bubbling out of him. âOh, I did. Believe me, I did. She sent me some pictures, and Iâve seen the ones floating around online too. I mean⌠she looked absolutely stunning. Like, knock-you-out, breathtakingly gorgeous. I might be a little biased, but still.â
The crowd nearby caught wind of his gushing, and a few cheers erupted. Pedro laughed, scratching the back of his neck.
âHonestly, Iâm so proud of her,â he continued, his voice softening. âShe poured so much of herself into that screenplay, and to see her get the recognition she deserves? Itâs the best feeling in the world.â
The interviewer smiled. âThereâs definitely a lot of love and mutual admiration between you two. Word on the street is youâve got a bit of a friendly competition going onâGladiator 2 versus Wicked. Any truth to that?â
Pedro chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âOh, itâs absolutely true. Weâve got a bet going. Sheâs convinced Wicked is going to sweep the box office, and I, of course, have complete faith in Gladiator 2. Letâs just say the stakes are highâwinner gets breakfast in bed for a week.â
The interviewer laughed along with him. âThatâs adorable. Whoâs winning so far?â
Pedro smirked. âLetâs just say sheâs got me a little worried. But Iâll never admit that to her.â
LATER, BACKSTAGE
Pedro leaned against the wall, sipping from a glass of water while chatting with Paul Mescal. Their conversation flowed easily, but Pedroâs gaze kept drifting toward the entrance, as if hoping for some sort of miracle.
âYouâve got that look again,â Paul teased, nudging him with his elbow.
âWhat look?â Pedro asked, feigning ignorance.
âThe âIâm desperately in love and missing my girlâ look,â Paul quipped with a grin.
Denzel Washington, who had just joined the conversation, chuckled. âHeâs not wrong, man. Youâve been staring off into space like a lovesick teenager.â
Joe Quinn walked by, overhearing the exchange and throwing in his two cents. âItâs cute, though. Very romantic. Someone should write a movie about it.â
Pedro rolled his eyes, though a bashful smile crept onto his face. âOkay, okay, I miss her. Can you blame me? Sheâs halfway across the world, and I canât stop thinking about her.â
Frank, Pedroâs manager, stepped in, giving him a supportive pat on the back. âYouâve got it bad, buddy. But hey, itâs not a bad problem to have.â
Frank couldnât help but smile to himself, already knowing what Pedro didnâtâthat you were on your way. He could only imagine Pedroâs reaction when he saw you walk through those doors.
âAlright,â Pedro said with a dramatic sigh, âcan we please focus on the fact that weâre here for Gladiator 2 and not my love life?â
âSure,â Paul said, smirking. âBut if she shows up, weâre all watching you lose it.â
Pedro laughed, shaking his head. âIâll take that bet.â
Little did he know, he was about to owe a lot of people a round of drinks.
UNITED KINGDOM, LONDON, ODEON LUXE LEICESTER SQUARE â EVENING Â
The crowd in the after-party buzzed with excitement, a mix of A-list chatter and glasses clinking. Pedro stood near Lux, their conversation about the nightâs success lighthearted, though his gaze kept drifting toward the entrance. He wasnât sure what he was looking for, only that the ache of missing you hadnât dulled, even amidst all the celebration. Â
Lux, sharp-eyed as always, caught the slight shift in his expression and smirked. âYouâve got that look again,â she teased. Â
âWhat look?â Pedro asked, feigning nonchalance as he sipped his drink. Â
âThe one that screams, âI wish she were here.ââ Lux nudged his arm playfully. Â
Before he could muster a witty retort, Luxâs eyes darted toward the entrance, widening in surprise. âWell, speak of the devilâŚâ Â
Pedro turned, following her gaze, and the breath left his lungs. Â
There you were, stepping into the room, your black silk gown catching the dim lights perfectly. Your hair, slightly tousled from the rush, framed your face with an effortless beauty that made his heart stop. Heads turned as you walked in with Frank, but Pedro didnât notice anyone else. Â
He froze, jaw slack, his mind racing to comprehend that you were actually here. Â
âPedro,â Lux whispered, amused. âClose your mouth before you catch a fly.â Â
But Pedro couldnât move. Couldnât breathe. All he could do was watch as you walked toward him, the soft smile on your lips turning into a grin as your eyes met his. He vaguely registered Joe, Paul, and Denzel laughing nearby, but he didnât care. You were here. Â
When you finally stopped in front of him, your grin widened, and you quipped, âSorry, Iâm late. Traffic was terribleâthereâs a movie premiere happening, and Iââ Â
Before you could finish, Pedro moved. Â
He swept you up in his arms, lifting you off your feet as a chorus of cheers, whistles, and laughter erupted around you. You let out a surprised giggle, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he held you close, burying his face against your shoulder. Â
âDios mĂo,â Pedro murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âYouâre here.â Â
âIâm here,â you whispered back, your fingers threading through his curls. Â
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes brimming with love. âI canât believe this. Youâre really here.â Â
You smiled, tears threatening to spill as you cupped his face. âI couldnât let you have all the fun without me.â Â
Pedro didnât hesitate. He closed the distance, kissing you with a fervor that made the entire room fade away. The kiss was deep, all-consuming, and when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Â
Your laughter broke the moment, and Pedro pressed his forehead to yours, his hands still firmly around your waist as if afraid you might disappear. âThank you,â he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. Â
âFor what?â you asked softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Â
âFor being here. For being you. For⌠everything.â His voice was low, reverent. âI donât know what I did to deserve you, but Iâll never stop thanking the universe for it.â Â
You kissed him again, a soft press of lips this time, and smiled against his mouth. âYou donât have to thank the universe. Just let me love you.â Â
Pedro let out a soft laugh, his arms tightening around you. âYouâre incredible, you know that?â Â
âYouâve mentioned it once or twice,â you teased, resting your head against his chest as the room slowly came back into focus. Â
From the sidelines, Joe nudged Paul, chuckling. âThink heâs gonna let her go anytime soon?â Â
Paul smirked. âNot a chance.â Â
Denzel clinked his glass against Joeâs. âNow thatâs a man in love.â Â
And Pedro? He didnât care about the laughter, the cameras, or even the early morning call time tomorrow. For now, you were in his arms, and nothing else mattered.
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outage ŕź joel miller one shot (18+)
-> pairing: no-outbreak joel miller au x female curvy reader
-> word count: 4.3k
-> summary: after a citywide power outage, you're left to deal with the scorching texas heat. until, the well-respected neighborhood dilf â joel miller â lends you a more than generous hand.
-> warnings/tags: sarah is 10/11 so joel had her a bit older, power outage, texas heat, yes this is a warning because its not a joke, reader has a cat!!!, age gap (reader is 24, joel is late 40s), curvy/mid/plus size reader, brief fatphobia, reader has self-image/parent issues + is a lonely gal, fluff, SMUT (18+), unprotected piv, creampie, oral + fingering (f!recieving), squirting, body worship, brief ass play, daddy kink, big ole tits, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, a bit of belly bulge, cockwarming, pet names galore (darlin, sweetheart, baby, _ girl), joel has a huge dick (not canon!)
-> a/n: hi hi! i have been so anxious to begin writing again and currently have some wips that i am just not confident with. so when i saw the lovely @hellishjoel post her #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i was positive i wanted to join in! such a pleasure to be involved in this â thank you kylee for creating such a fun way for this community to get involved! as a curvier woman, i wanted reader to reflect that. because... joel miller is a handsy mf and loves to just grab himself some wide hips, thick thighs and phat tits <3 but ofc, this is can be for various body types. please please please, leave your thoughts and even constructive criticism! <3 DILF NEIGHBOR JOEL, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!
Youâve got to be fucking kidding me.Â
You release a groan of annoyance as the visual of your TV, coffee table lamp and humming of the refrigerator all flicker off into silence. The frills on your throw-blanket settle, as the ceiling fan no longer produces the small gusts of wind that have caused you to be rather chilly on this hot, humid and rainy summer night.Â
When you made the courageous decision of moving across the country for a new teaching opportunity in Austin â you were never informed on the true brutality summertime unleashed onto Texas residents. More-so, you really had nothing to do but be caged up in the comfortable AC of your home. Youâve been here for roughly 14 months and the only "friends" youâve made have been the 28 fourth graders you had the pleasure of teaching last school year. Tragic.Â
Your coworkers, did not handle your arrival pleasantly. Young, beautiful, freshly-educated and determined. Thatâs what your grandmother referred to you as when you called her sobbing after your first week. Informing her that the seasoned teachers wonât even bat an eye at you, and when they do itâs a look of disgust. Whispering amongst one another. Like you were in middle school again, trying to befriend the popular girls.Â
âI was foolish to think things could be different for me down here, so stupid of me.â
âNow listen to me, you are the most intelligent woman I know. More than anyone in this family. Bullies like that, it stems from an unknown jealousy and overbearing insecurity. Donât let a few sour grapes ruin this outstanding career for you. Your students adore you already, and so do I. Just continue to be yourself and if that isnât enough for them, so be it.â
Your grandmother always knew how to make you feel better. She had been instilling your own sense of confidence since you were a little girl. The only adult in your life to do so. If only her words were enough. Your coworkers just never let up. After overhearing them gossip about you during lunch break, you gave up your attempts indefinitely.Â
âShe really thinks she deserves a place here?â
âLook at her back rolls in that shirtâŚâ
âShe really needs to put that sandwich down.â
âWhy is she so quiet? Itâs freaky, honestly. No wonder sheâs always alone.â
Youâre not a stranger to being alone. You practically have been your entire life. Your parents never really bothered to form a genuine relationship with you, always so focused on your younger sister. She was the prettier, thinner, more impressive version of you. You have only had one best friend throughout your long 24 years on this earth. She was smarter than you and moved away from the timid small town you shared in Northern Maine, choosing an out-of-state university. So, being alone was a familiarity. You have made peace with it. But being lonely â thatâs a whole other ball-park.Â
The booming thwack of thunder startles you from your thoughts. Your sweet calico boy leaps from your warm lap and scurries under the dining table â tail puffed in fear. âMilo... itâs okay,â you whisper. He just gleams at you with his jet-black saucer eyes. Even you donât believe your own words. You are not used to storms like this, and you didnât really prepare. You read some articles online about stocking up: having plently of batteries, candles, non-perishable foods. Yet, you didnât do any of that.Â
Rubbing away the moisture from your damp upper lip â the heat inside your home already becoming unbearable. Deciding on a whim, you can head to a nearby hotel for the night. Unsure how long you will be without power and donât wish to succumb yourself or your cat to the searing temperatures of the night.Â
The rain has slowed down, as you feel the soft patter on your umbrella. Throwing your purse and water bottle in the front seat, you begin to dread unpacking all this stuff when you get to the hotel. Bags, cat litter, cage â scrutinizing yourself mentally and deciding you better fucking prepare for the next storm.Â
âWhere ya headinâ sweetheart?â
Your heart jumps at the deep smooth Southern voice that fills your thoughts at night. When your hands would find their way in between your quivering legs. Throughout the day. Pretty much all the time.
Joel Miller is the only person in this town that has ever filled the lonely void you can never seem to fill. When you moved to the quiet suburban street, he was the first to come greet you as you struggled to pull your mattress out of the U-Haul. Immediately lending a hand, and proceeding to lug all of your remaining boxes, furniture, miscellaneous items into your new home.Â
âPretty lady like you, shouldnât have to lift a single finger.â He remarked when you you blushed and assured him you could handle the rest, not wanting to be a burden. Even though the sweat dripping down your back was apparent and 5 minutes prior you had no idea how youâd be able to unpack the remainder of the truck. He then assured you â there was no way in hell you were being a burden. Words that were a rarity.Â
Later that afternoon, he invited you for dinner at his home. You met his lovely daughter, Sarah. Where everyone learned that you were her new school teacher. What were the odds?Â
Following that, seeing Joel was frequent. From parent-teacher conferences, backyard barbecues for the neighborhood, or even small intimate dinners with Sarah at each others homes. Sarah would even spend the night at yours on occasion. When Joel had a late night at the construction site, or when she just needed some girl time. You adored that little girl, and vice versa.Â
You also adored the fuck out of Joel.Â
So when you looked up at his porch, finding him in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants.. your throat went dry. His tanned skin gleamed softly from the street light â little speckled freckles adorned his waist in various spots. And that darkish grey hair on his chest and fat of his lower tummy that flowed underneath his pants. Your brain fuzzy at the thought of your face pressed against it as you swallow his cock.Â
But you were not a fool. Joel would never express an attraction towards you. A man like that? He deserved the perfect woman.Â
âDarlinâ?â He speaks again, a bit louder. Disturbing your wandering thoughts.Â
âI- I was gonna head to a hotel for the night, my house is too hot already. And I donât want Milo to be uncomfortable.âÂ
Joelâs eyes wander down your body as you explain â the plush jiggle of your tits in that small tank. Nearly spilling out. Slightly damp from the rain or humidity. The chub of your tummy spills slightly from your leggings. A sight that makes his cock swell unbearingly. An act that occurs more often than not when he sees you or even thinks of you for the countless minutes of his day.Â
âNo way. Not gonna let ya drive in this weather. Plus, most hotels nearby are gonna be overbooked. I got the generator up nâ working, got the spare room too. Your stayinâ over.âÂ
âNo! No, Joel. I canât.â
âNâ why not?â His hands have found his way to his hips, popping a knee out and giving you that classic dad glare. Not angry, but confused as to why youâre even protesting when heâs already decided.Â
âI donât want to intrude and I have Milo. You and Sarah are allergic.â
âSarah left yesterday to stay with her mom in California for the rest of the summer. Besides, Milo loves me. I can handle a runny nose as long as I know the two of ya are safe.âÂ
To this, your stomach nearly flips inward on itself. Youâve never been alone with Joel in his home. Not for this long. The few times youâve come over to help him with dinner before Sarah got home from soccer practice, have always been excruciating. Staring at him without worry. Watching his muscles flex through his t-shirts. Big hands chopping vegetables and plating food. His hand lightly touching your waist when scooting by.Â
Thereâs no possible way you can survive a night in Joelâs home.Â
But, heâs already grabbing his umbrella and walking over to you. He grabs your stuff from the car and tells you to go grab Milo. So, you do.
Joel slips on a t-shirt after he put your stuff in the spare room, disappointedly enough. You nearly told him to keep it off, but held your tongue. You made yourself comfortable at the island barstool as you typed up some early lesson plans, Milo at your feet.Â
He patters over to Joel who is now leaning against the counter, brushing against his leg. He then leaps onto the granite and purrs against Joelâs arm.Â
âPsst! Milo get do-â you beg, embarrassment coloring your cheeks.Â
âSâ okay, sweetheart. Heâs not botherinâ me,â Joel attempts to settle your nerves. Petting Miloâs soft fur and scratching under his chin, that special spot all cats love. âCan I get you anythinâ to drink?â He nods towards the coffee heâs brewing.Â
âCoffee would be nice, thank you.â You beam at him. Joelâs heart skips a beat every time your cheeks puff up ever so slightly when you smile at him. Itâs something he swears is the most endearing thing about you. Of course, heâs only ever shared that with his daughter. Who begs her father to just take her favorite teacher on a date already.Â
Joel grabs some sugar and oat milk from the fridge, your favorite. He learned from the few breakfasts you guys had shared. A bit of sugar and a nice gulp of milk softens the dark roast color in the mug, he slides it over to you as he grabs his plain black coffee.Â
âYou remembered!â You giggle slightly at the Number 1 Dad title that adorns the mug, taking a sip. You moan at the taste, exactly how you like it.Â
âOf course I did, darlinâ.â You almost hate how easily those pet names roll of his tongue. You summed it up as his southern hospitality, figured he calls any woman those special names. âSo, you ready for this new school year?â
An icky feeling settles in your stomach. The thought of returning to the painful and toxic work environment you can only escape when youâre with your students.
âNot without my Sarah girl,â you swiftly change the subject towards the one person he can talk hours about.
He smiles proudly at her name.Â
âYa know, she still all mad that you wouldnât flunk her so she could have another year with ya.â Both your laughs quickly fill the empty house.Â
âWell, even if I tried to, that girl is too smart for her own good. She should skip a grade in my opinion.â You state, and youâre truthful at that. Sarah Miller is as intelligent as she is quick-witted.Â
âYeah, she gets it from me.â At that you roll your eyes playfully. Typing something up before closing your computer and taking another sip of coffee. âAlthough I love boastinâ over her, I guess I meant are you excited to go back? They treat ya good there?âÂ
Joel watches the color drain from your soft skin. Realizing he touched somewhere that might be too personal. Too raw. âMâ sorry sweetheart, shouldnât have asked.â
âNo- no uh, youâre fine. Um, honestly? No. Iâm not excited. The staff there arenât exactly the kindest bunch.â You confess, slight unease crawling over you.Â
Joelâs eyes scrunch in confusion. Mind blank on how the kindest soul he knows, could be surrounded by complete opposite. âWhatcha mean?â
You sigh letting the anxiousness settle a bit before speaking again, âthey hate me. I donât even know why, really? I have tried my hardest to get them to accept me but nothing seems to work. Whether itâs jabs at my appearance, teaching style, theyâre never satisfied.â Your eyes are burning slightly, havenât confessed this burden you constantly carry to anyone. âIf it wasnât for your daughter and my class, and⌠you.. well, I think I wouldnât have made it through. I try to be strong, I try to be everything that people expect from me but itâs just so hard, Joel.â At that, the fat tears begin to stream down your face.
Joel was frozen in shock. Or maybe anger. Protectiveness. He wanted to hurt the people who made you feel like this. The least deserving of any pain. He sets his mug down and snatches you in his embrace. Holding your head with his hand, stroking your back with the other. He lets you sob almost uncontrollably into his firm chest.Â
âI just hate being so alone.â You whisper, clutching onto him. You canât even be embarrassed anymore, youâre so overthrown by his scent, his comfort. Comfort youâve not felt in so so long.Â
Joel kisses your temple softly, "promise you're not alone, sweet girl." He nudges your head to look up at his own sorrowful expression. His thumb running over your full lips, a bit swollen from your teeth biting down on them in an attempt to muffle your sobs. "So beautiful." He murmurs as he leans down to place a kiss on your left cheek, his lips skim over yours before he places another on your right.
Joel just barely hears the whimper from the back of your throat when that feather light skim happened. He leans back half an inch, staring into your glossy eyes. "Tell me not to, and I'll let you go upstairs and get some rest. Tell me, sweetheart."
It feels like a whole minute passes by. The soft patter of the rain, the smell of coffee beans from each others breath, the same slow breathing that overwhelms the little space between you both.
Desperation.
Your fingers tighten on his shirt, "don't let me go upstairs, Joel."
Joel smashes his mouth into yours, his guttural groan flying into your soft whimpers. The softness Joel expressed a moment ago is long gone. This kiss is messy, teeth-clanking, tongue inside your mouth. Like he wants to devour you from the outside in. He releases your lip with a pop.
He threads his thick fingers through the base of your hair and yanks it back gently, tongue on your neck. Biting the skin there. "You're so soft, baby. Just need me to mark ya up, is that right?"
You nod as hard as you can despite his harsh grip on your locks.
"I need you to use your words, sweet girl. Let me know what you're thinkin'."
"Everything you do is okay. I want more. I need it all. Please."
"Oh baby, cm'ere," he wraps your lavish thighs around his waist and hoists you into his arms. Easily. Like you're just the most delicate thing he's ever held.
As he walks to his bedroom, you smile into his neck. Arms wrapped over his shoulders, hand rubbing ever so softly at his greying curls. You bite at the skin under his ear and he gives your ass a huge squeeze. Groaning at how his big hands barely hold all the meat there. He couldn't wait to touch and gnaw at this body he loved.
At the foot of his bed, he taps your leg as if telling you to get down. You stand in front of his massive overbearing figure, staring up at him lustfully. You grab the bottom of your compression tank top and pull it over your head, revealing your unsupported chest. Your heavy tits fall a bit.
"My god," Joel falls to his knees in front of you, face nearly level with your pebbled nipples. Both his hands grab a fistful of each, rolling them in his palm. Your sweet noises fill the room and he swears he might've just came in his pajama pants right there. He takes his teeth and bite at the fat above your leggings, licking and sucking at a sensitive part of you. Literally and figuratively.
Joel abandons your chest to yank your leggings and panties down in one move, coming face-to-face with your prickly oozing pussy. He can't restrain himself much longer, spinning you around he pushes you down into his mattress.
He spreads your ass open with both hands, the chub of your lips open ever so slightly as the slick between them strings together.
"Perfect cunt." That's when you feel the chill of liquid spat right onto your puckered hole, dripping down to your clit. He leans in, tongue catching the tangy mixture of your slick and his saliva, right on your throbbing clit.
You screech into the sheets, so turned on from his actions. As he licks up to dip his tongue into your hole, one hand that's holding you open sneaks up your back, to your neck and yanks your head up.
"Nu-uh, let me hear you, baby girl." He demands as he pauses to throw his shirt off as fast as possible â not wanting to leave your cunt for too long without the warmth of his mouth.
He sloppily makes out with your cunt as it clenches and unclenches under his tongue, his beard prickling at your skin. Like he wants your scent all over him for as long as possible.
"Ohh daddy, more more," you whisper hazily, hand reaching back to grab his head desperate to have him as deep as possible.
Joel stops as he processes your choice of title. "What was that, darlin'?"
You freeze at his serious tone. Just now realizing what you've called the man. "Oh my god, I'm s-" Joel grabs your wrist and pins it against your lower back â thick middle and ring finger hooking into you with no warning. Your wetness aiding in the rapid slide of them.
He spits on your puckered hole again and abandons your wrist to land a harsh smack against your ass.
"Only dirty girls say that word, baby. Are you daddy's dirty girl?" He edges you on as he spanks you again on the opposite side. Hard. Unsparing. A side of Joel you've never seen. And oh, does it make you feel that coil tightening within you.
"Mmmm yes yes 'm your dirty girl, daddy!" You groan loudly, eyes swelling with fresh tears. But not tears of pain from earlier, pleasure.
Joel's fingers fuck into you harder, thumb now rubbing at your clit as he leans forward to prod his tongue at your asshole. "Cum for me, my nasty sweet girl. Drench my face. Let me taste you even more." He halts his fingers knuckle deep, hooked inside your cunt as he presses into that spot on repeat. Like he's stroking it out of you.
That's all it takes for you to silently scream as you squirt all over his lower beard covered face and your thick inner thighs, that nearly squish his head from how hard you're coming. Joel just keeps himself situated, never letting up. Allowing you to completely let go and rut back into him, telling him you need more.
"Thaaat's it, my good fuckin' girl.â He praises as he kisses your cunt and ass, he leans over your face capturing your lips in a kiss so messy and depraved. âOpen that mouth.â Spitting roughly onto your tongue with a groan as you taste your sweetness that he knows he will forever be addicted to. No chance of recovery.
He ruts his thick bulge into your ass as you whine needly.
"Really want you to fuck my face, now." You beg, hand reaching down to grope him through his loose pjs.
"Mmmmm," he murmurs as his hips keep rutting into you. "Tonight is about you, baby. M' gonna stuff your tight cunt so fuckin' deep you'll feel it in your throat, don't worry." And with that promise, he releases himself, throbbing cock slapping against his lower tummy. You flip onto your back just to see it and your eyes widen at the sight before you.
You always knew it was huge just from perception, but god. It's thicker than your wrist, and looks like it would prod into your cervix. Painful even. Joel senses the worry on your face as he pushes your legs back against your chest. Admiring the way your stomach folds into itself, soft roll after roll. And the thickness of your inner thighs lays heavy. He just wants to get down and feast on you again but he might die if he doesn't feel you wrapped around him.
"You're in charge here, sweetheart. Understood?" He explains as he rubs his fat cock head up and down your swollen slit â notching on your opening with every downward stroke.
You nod slowly, peeking down at the monster between your legs once more. He squeezes your ankle, subtly reminding you to vocalize.
"Yes daddy, I understand."
"Good." And with that, he pushes into your fluttering hole. Your eyes roll back immediately, head thumping onto the soft duvet. He pushes in deeper, barely halfway in and he sees your feet and eyes scrunch a bit. It almost feels like he could rip you apart. Maybe it's because you haven't been fucked in a hot minute â or maybe it's just that Joel is so fucking hung. More than any guy you've slept with.
âDeep breath for me, sweetheart.â He soothes you, as soon as he sees your chest fall â he slams the rest of the way in. Hips flush with the back of your thighs. Cock fully sheathed in your warm soaked cunt. Heavy brimming balls pressed against your little puckered hole. âYou feel so damn good. Dripping for me.â Joelâs eyes close at the feeling of you hugging him so tight. He suddenly forgets the feeling of any other woman heâs pleased. Utterly devoted to you from here on out.
When he pulls out all the way to his fat tip â it notches on your opening. Like he has to put in that extra effort to fully remove himself from you. But he doesnât, and starts fucking into you fully. Never half way, never pulling completely out.. but always making sure he reaches the end of you.
âDa- daddy oh, harder please.â You plead, squeezing his forearm at the overwhelming feel of him nudging your cervix with every thrust.
That confirmation of pleasure is all Joel needs to push your legs back even more â ankles by your head â and began a brutal relentless pace. Grabbing a fistful of your jiggling tit and messy hair, he pulls your head up so you can watch how he ruins you for anyone else.
âYa see that, see how swollen your gettinâ already?â Joel questions as he holds your head perfectly to observe the slight lifted pudge on your tummy. Paired with the way his coarse hair rubs against your swelled clit â itâs a drool worthy sight.
âCusâ your so big, Joel.â You sigh, eyes fluttering from the primal force heâs using on your body.
A smug grin flicks across his face at the view. Mind consumed by the most perfect woman. Eyebrows turning inward, the little lines between them deepening as you try to comprehend all the emotions in this moment. Removing his hand from your head, he finds your clit and swipes it upward. Over and over. Leaning down, he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as humanely possible. Tongue flicking the pebbled area, coercing your orgasm from you. âCum with me, baby.â His muffled command shoots straight to your filled core.
As he feels you spasm around his thickness, he stills balls deep. âThere it is, babyâŚâ Spilling his cum inside your warmth. Plugging you, keeping you full of him. Joel relaxes his body against yours, finding your mouth to kiss you gently. Sweaty foreheads against one another. Joel goes to push off of you, his comforting body heat about to be ripped away.
"No! Wanna feel you longer, please."
Your protest makes Joel's heart surge. "Of course, sweet girl." Wrapping his large arms around you, he flips you both so that your soft plush body lays above him. The new angle makes his spent cock nudge a bit deeper, you both moan at the faint squelch of his cum overflowing your cunt. "You're so perfect," he mutters.
Smiling into his full chest, you leave a swift kiss. "So are you. Thank you for this. For.. everything."
Joel's hands finds your back as he begins gentle strokes onto your supple skin, his head resting atop your own. "Thank you, darlin'. I want you to understand something, you might just be the finest thing that ever happened to Sarah and I. Y'know, she didn't really want to see her mom. Never had the best relationship with her. She just wanted to spend the remainder of the summer havin' ya over everyday to swim and all. That girl admires you more than anyone."
Eyes foggy, you shift to gaze up at him. "And what does her father think?"
Joel pauses briefly, rich brown orbs beaming into yours. "Think she's damn right. She didn't want me to tell you this, but she left so I could have some alone time with you â take ya out. Scolded me sayin' by the time she's back, we better be together." He laughs at the thought, you join him. Picturing that 4'9 ball of fire lecturing her father on the rules of dating.
"So, you're asking me out Miller?" You question with a heavy hopeful heart.
"Should've done it forever ago, darlin'." He confesses, placing a delicate kiss on your temple.
And with that, you place your head back onto the warm chest of the man you've craved your entire life. Realizing, ever since that day where he first greeted you with that sultry gentleman voice â you were never truly alone.
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pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader
words: 6.7k
summary: In an attempt to keep your relationship secret, Joel agrees to a blind date set up by his best friend / your father. You don't take it well.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, pre-outbreak, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is 36), secret relationship, angst, explicit smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, semi-public sex, car sex, creampie, some fluff; lmk if I missed anything!
a/n: so sorry it took me almost a month to post something new ffs - life got busy and my inspiration simultaneously disappeared. but we're back, baby! anyway, dbf!joel owns my ass, so here's my rendition of him. as always, ty to my baby @javisashtray for reading this over for me and helping me through the creative process <3
Joelâs bedroom window offers a perfect view of the sunrise; of shy, pink light creeping over treetops and the roof of your dadâs house across the street.
Itâs gorgeous â breathtaking, even â maybe because you can count on one hand the number of times youâve actually seen the crest of morning. Youâre far more privy to late nights and sleeping in as long as you can push it, never been one to be up with the lark, so to speak.
You donât mind the early wakeup call, though, not when itâs this: Joelâs head tucked between your thighs, his tongue rolling lazily over your clit, your eyes still adjusting to the light as he spreads you open for him.
Heâs humming against you, his coarse beard tickling soft skin, thumbs dug into muscle to hold you in place as your back bows reflexively off the mattress. He looks so sweet like this, so eager to please, staring up at you with blown pupils.
âCâmon baby,â he purrs. âJust gimme one before you go.â
Theyâre the first words heâs said all morning, the first thought thatâs necessitated utterance. His voice is hoarse and deep and drips honey-sweet at your core.Â
Even so, despite how badly you want to â because you always want Joelâs mouth on you â youâre not sure you can.Â
Because you need to get home before Denise next door leaves for her early shift. Before Susan a few houses down takes her dog out for a walk.
Before the neighborhood wakes and somebody sees you leaving Joel Millerâs house. Or worse, before your dad catches you slipping into the house in yesterdayâs clothes, your car in the driveway still cold.
But with another experimental flick of Joelâs tongue, you forget all that, a content little sigh slipping past your parted lips, betraying you.
Just one, you tell yourself, and then youâll head out.
âFuck, okay â yeah,â you breathe, twisting your fingers into the roots of his curls.
With your permission, he buries his nose in your mound. Licks at you again â with more purpose, this time. One long, drawn out lap followed by another. Â
Heâs so gentle with you, so careful, caressing your folds with his tongue like theyâre made of paper. Itâs a dizzying juxtaposition to the way he laid you down last night and fucked you, teeth scraping your neck and cock bruising your cervix.
Youâre still sore, your walls tender where he stretched them, but your pussy is drooling nonetheless, surely making a mess of the bedsheets underneath you.
Because youâre insatiable when it comes to Joel.Â
For the past few weeks, since the first time youâd found yourself in his bed, youâve craved him. Regardless of how sated heâs left you each and every time, youâve needed more.Â
Itâs dangerous and stupid and undeniably wrong, having a fling with your dadâs best-friend. But youâre finding it difficult to consider the morality of it all when just his tongue makes you come harder than any other manâs cock ever has.Â
That tongue, now dipping into your apex, drawing more slick out of you as his thumb finds your swollen clit â Itâs overwhelming how good it feels, how good he is at this.
Heâs bringing you to the edge languidly, savoring the taste of you, the feel of your silky flesh. Itâs like he doesnât want this to be over, needs to stretch the moment as far as itâll go, milk every last second before you slip from his grasp.
But itâs going to end soon; itâs inevitable with the way heâs laving your pussy, the crushed velvet of his tongue gliding through your folds so wet and warm. Your orgasm is building, and youâre powerless to stave it off any longer.
âJoel,â you warn, his name a high-pitched whine.Â
âShh, I know babygirl; itâs okay.âÂ
Two of his fingers hook at your entrance and push in, pacifying you as his thumb continues working your clit. âI got you. Let go for me, sweetheart.â
The soothe of his voice floods your senses like nitrous; renders your body loose and your head foggy. You come apart with a string of shattered breaths, eyes rolled back and fingers twisted into the duvet.
Joel talks you through it: thatâs it, pretty girl; so good for me; always so good for me, and though he sounds so far away, his words are the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.
The world comes back into view slowly. Air settles in your lungs. And you canât help but laugh at how fucked-out you feel when you peer down at Joel, his gaze already locked on you, expectantly.
âOkay?â he asks, rubbing at your inner thigh.
âYeah,â you exhale, corners of your lips pulling taut. âMore than okay.â
He smiles back at you. Props himself up with hands planted either side of you on the mattress and hovers over your feeble form.
âGood,â he whispers, dipping his head down to kiss your forehead, your nose, your mouth. He licks into you, letting you taste yourself on him â a little sweet, a little bitter â and his lips are so soft that you nearly melt. âDid so good, angel.âÂ
You want nothing more than to spend all day in this bed with him. Return the favor a few times over. Learn what he looks like in the afternoon sun against the backdrop of navy blue sheets. What he tastes like after his coffee rather than before.
âI donât want to leave,â you admit against his mouth and he frowns, taking one of your hands in his. He presses a kiss to each of your knuckles, one by one, his eyes never straying from yours.
âI donât want you to either, darlinâ. But you can come back tonight, yeah?â
Tonight. Hours away. A whole day between now and then. But itâll have to do.Â
âTonight,â you repeat. Solidify it.Â
You slink home just as the street lights dim.
The house is quiet when you enter, apart from the incessant ticking of the grandmother clock in the living room. It sets off a throbbing in your head, a dull pang right at the front of your skull that you massage with two fingers as you ascend the stairs.
You move cautiously up each step, wincing at every creak of old wood. It must take minutes to reach the second-floor landing, and then youâre tiptoeing past your fatherâs room, listening for signs of sleep behind the seal of his door. Sure enough, you catch it, a single, drawn-out snore, loud enough that you let your feet fall, shuffling the rest of the way to the bathroom across the hall.
You immediately crank the shower on, climbing in as soon as you see steam. Lathering your skin with citrus-scented body wash, the smell of sex washes off your body and down the drain.
The warm water soothes your sore muscles; bittersweet relief. You stand there until the stream grows icy, stepping out and toweling yourself off just as you hear the familiar blare of your dadâs alarm on the other side of the wall.
By the time youâve dressed and made your way downstairs, heâs already in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee with his back to you.Â
Sink empty, counters borderline sparkling, a coaster tucked under his warm mug â your father is a neat man. He does not take kindly to mess.
God forbid, anybody disrupt the sacred balance of his home; move something and forget to put it back, break something of his that should be kept intact.
âHey.â
âHey, kiddo,â he yawns. Turns to face you. âYou were up early. Heard the shower going.â
âCouldnât sleep,â you lie.
âSomething on your mind?â
Heat blooms across your chest and up your neck. Thereâs no way he knows â youâve been far too careful. Still, youâre on edge, and the question lodges itself between your ribs uncomfortably as you frantically search for an answer.
âUh, n-no,â you stutter. âJust work stuff, I guess.â
He seems to buy it, reaching for the percolator and re-filling his mug with a sigh, âJust gotta give it time. You only just started. Plus, itâs your first job out of school. They donât expect you to know it all right away.â
Itâs good advice, if not misguided. You nod as if youâre absorbing it, taking it straight to heart. As if your mind isnât preoccupied.
You grab a mug from the cabinet. Fill it with coffee and creamer. Perch yourself at the breakfast table and take a slow, steadying sip.
The caffeine has just about seeped into your bloodstream when-
-thereâs a knock at the door.
Your dad shoots you a puzzled look, one which you immediately return. Who could that be, so early on a Wednesday morning?
And when he pushes open the door to reveal none other than Joel, you just about fall out of your chair. Your nails absentmindedly dig into the wood of the table in an attempt to brace yourself.
âOh, buddy â hey! Come on in,â your dad says, patting him on the back as he steps over the threshold. âWasnât expecting you.â
You grasp the handle of your mug like a lifeline. For a fleeting moment, you worry the ceramic will shatter in your hands.
Joel is dressed â blue cotton t-shirt covering his broad back and the deep, red scratches you left there when you dug your nails into skin, your legs hiked over his hips and your face tucked into his chest.
The pair of boxers peeking over the waistband of his jeans are different from the ones you pulled off of him last night, the ones he shimmied back into before you slept cradled in his arms.
Heâs a different Joel here, now â your fatherâs friend, your neighbor â not the man who breaks you down with his tongue or the one who calls you his good girl while you take his entire, throbbing length.Â
No, this Joel, standing in your kitchen in the presence of your father, has never betrayed him. Hasnât tasted his friendâs daughter or felt the tight embrace of her wet, warm cunt around his cock. This Joel is reliable, honest, not one to do harm.
You do not desire this Joel, cannot. You must look at him with apathetic eyes. Must keep the boat of your longing at bay.Â
Easier said than done. Itâs as if your desire for him is a feral beast, fed by his touch and left starving in its wake. You feel like youâve just run a marathon, sweat beading at your collar as you not-so-subtly follow the subconscious flex of his hands, the bunching of fabric over his biceps.
His voice bounces off the backsplash, and your fingers tighten around the handle of your mug.
âYeah, I uh â I went to make myself coffee and realized I was out. Was hopinâ you might have some to spare?â
He canât be serious. He came over for coffee? He couldnât get some on the road?
âIâm afraid she took the last of it,â your dadâs eyes point to you, and you ignore the burn of Joelâs gaze when his follow.
âAhh,â he says. ââts okay. Iâll grab some on my way in.âÂ
His fingers taptaptap on the edge of the countertop, bottom lip tucked between his teeth like thereâs something else. Another reason he came here.
And then you spot it â your wallet, dark red leather, poking out the top of Joelâs back pocket.Â
You mustâve left it in his room before you hurried home. Somewhere amongst the mess of trinkets and trash on his dresser. You half-remember dropping it there last night as heâd kneeled in front of you and peppered kisses up the length of your leg.
Thankfully, your dad is oblivious as ever, giving Joel the perfect opportunity to inconspicuously slip you your wallet when he turns around and crosses the kitchen, placing his empty mug in the sink.Â
Joel sidesteps once, twice, extending his arm and snapping it back as soon as you have the wallet in your grasp.
Your father clears his throat. Spins to find Joel exactly where he was. âIâve been thinking,â he starts, wrestling a slice of bread out of the bag and dropping it into the toaster, âI gotta set you up with this co-worker of mine, Deb.â
Joel freezes. You watch as the color drains from his face and his large hand anxiously cards through dark curls. Youâre pretty sure you freeze too, breath caught somewhere in your throat until your dad turns to you and you remember to exhale.Â
âYou know Deb, right, honey?â he asks. You mentally flick through the rolodex of your dadâs coworkers.Â
Thereâs Leanne, tall redhead, hosted a potluck a few months back at which you tasted the worst mac & cheese youâve ever had. And Barbara from accounting, who he got into a heated argument with over who makes the best BBQ in the city. You only remember her name because he hadnât shut up about how wrong her opinion was for a full week.Â
This woman actually thinks the Smoke Shop has got better ribs than Louâs. I said to her, Barbara, your taste buds must be absolutely torched.
But Deb? You donât recall a Deb. Still, youâre pretty sure you hate her, just in hearing her name in this context.Â
You shake your head, no.Â
âWell, I guess you havenât seen her in a while. She was there that day I brought you into the office.â
âWhen I was ten?â you retort.Â
âYeah, I guess it was that long ago, huh?â
You shrug. He returns his attention to Joel. âAnyway, Deb â sheâs around your age, just got divorced about a year back, and sheâs a real nice woman. I think you two would really hit it off.â
âIs that so?â Joel replies. You swear his voice wavers. If your dad notices, he doesnât say anything.
âYouâll like her Joel, I promise. I mean, whenâs the last time you went out with a nice lady? Not since â what was her name â Jean? And if things were going well with her, Iâd hope youâd tell your old friend.â The toaster pops, and he retrieves his slice of toast. Grabs a butter knife from the utensil drawer. Â
âNo, I ainât seeing Jean,â Joel sighs. Flashes you an apologetic glance as your dad slathers his toast in artificial purple jam, blissfully unaware.
âWell, you gotta get back out there!âÂ
Joelâs gaze rolls to the ceiling. âI donât know â Iâm just not real interested in datinâ right now.â
You exhale, then â a quiet declaration of relief that seems to go unnoticed â unperturbed even when your dad continues his pitch.Â
Iâve known this woman for years Joel, Iâm telling you, the two of youâd be the perfect match; sheâs a looker too, real pretty.
Ew. Tuning him out, you check the clock, find that you only have a few minutes before you need to get going. You stand from the table and make your way toward the sink with your now-empty coffee mug in hand.
Would I ever lead you astray? your dad is asking just as you brush past Joel. His hand, idle by his side, catches the fabric of your blouse and you have to fight to ignore the pinprick of electricity it ignites under your skin.
âNo, I know,â Joel grumbles. âI trust your judgment ân all, âts just-â
âWill you just give her a chance?â
âJesus; fine.â
The mug slips from your grip, falls into the sink with a clang.
Your dad glares at you, expression softening only when you gesture to the still-intact ceramic lying on its side in the basin.
Heâs quickly distracted, then, jotting a series of numbers down onto a scrap of notebook paper, the blue ink pressed in so hard that itâs beginning to bleed through.Â
âAtta boy,â he drawls, sliding it across the counter. Joel pinches it between two fingers, folds the paper without looking at it and stuffs it into his front pocket.Â
âPromise youâll give her a call tonight? I may or may not have already talked you up, and I need to know youâre not gonna make me look bad here.â
Joel has to see you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He must. If looks could kill, heâd be six feet under already. But heâs refusing to meet your gaze, eyes glued to the cabinet directly in front of him as he nods. âYeah, Iâll call her tonight,â he says, a small, unconvincing smile pulling at the corner of his lips.Â
Heâs actually agreeing to this?
You need to get out of here before you say something rash.
The anger bubbles in you slowly, then all at once, threatening to boil over as you slip on your shoes and sling your bag over your shoulder.Â
Marching toward the door, you offer a half-hearted bye, not bothering to look back before you leave.
The office is already milling with people by the time you stroll in, ten minutes late.Â
The conversation between Joel and your dad is still running laps in your head as you sneak past your bossâs door.
It sticks there through the morning and well into the afternoon, your dadâs words an incessant earworm: I think you two would really hit it off.
The thing is â you canât blame Joel for saying yes to the setup. Not really. Your situation is complicated, messy, bound to end badly.
Maybe heâd be happier with Deb.Â
They could take walks together, stroll through the grocery store or down the street hand-in-hand. Throw dinner parties and shamelessly gush about their relationship to their friends. All without fear of being caught doing something wrong.
Because thatâs what this is, you and Joel â itâs wrong. Not like you werenât already well aware of that. Leave it to some woman youâve never met to rub it in.
The day passes infuriatingly slow.
The pile of emails in your inbox only grows larger by the time youâre due to clock out, stack of reports on your desk barely touched. You wince when your boss stops by your cubicle on her way out, eager for an update.
âSorry, Linda; a couple of these were more time-consuming than Iâd hoped,â you lie. But you can tell she doesnât buy it, not one bit, her expression souring as you shuffle through papers.
âI need these done by the end of the week, no matter what.â
âOf course,â you mutter, face heating with embarrassment. âIâll get them done and on your desk by Friday.â
âThanks.â Her heels are already clacking on tile when you open your mouth to apologize again, your sorry lost to the ether.
You gather your things and scramble to your feet as soon as sheâs out of view, not sticking around to watch your computer power down. By the time you get to your car, Joelâs number is already dialed on your phone.
He picks up after two rings.
âDarlinâ â are you okay?â
Itâs admittedly uncharacteristic for you to call him so early. You usually wait until after dark, when youâve both retreated to your respective bedrooms, away from listening ears.
But this canât wait. Itâs been eating at you all day, digging into your work. If you donât talk to him about it, youâre going to end up unemployed. You donât bother to ask if heâs still on the job site, around other people. âYouâre going on this date.â Itâs not a question. More of an accusation.
âBaby,â he sighs. You try your best to ignore his molasses drawl and the way it seeps into your chest.Â
âWhy didnât you say no?âÂ
âHow could I?â he groans. âThereâs your dad, askinâ me if Iâm seeinâ someone, sayinâ heâs already told this lady about me â what am I supposed to say?â
âI donât know.â Your voice comes out a whine. âMake something up. Tell him youâve taken a vow of celibacy.â
He laughs, low and breathy on the other end. âYeah, baby. Think heâd believe that one, fâsure.â
âFuck,â you huff. âI justâ I donât-â
You want to tell him not to go. To cancel. Fake his own death. Do whatever it takes to get out of this. But you have no right, not really. The two of you arenât dating. You donât have any control over what he does or who he sees. And you donât want that, no. You just want him to choose you.
���I donât wanna go, darlinâ. I really donât. But if I do this, I think itâll get him off my back for a while. He wonât have a reason to suspect that Iâm foolinâ around with his daughter.â
Fooling around. His phrasing is a metaphorical punch in the gut.
Itâs not exactly a lie. You havenât put a label on this thing, whatever it is. Itâs been purely physical: lips slotted to lips, tongues pressed together, swapped sweat and saliva. But hearing it reduced to two words, words with such a casual connotation â as if you havenât been driven by overwhelming desire â makes your stomach churn.
Joel doesnât seem to clock it when you go quiet, a cocktail of rage and sorrow sloshing around your insides. âItâs for the best,â he adds, a shot of hard, burning liquor.Â
âYeah,â you say defeatedly. Choke back the pathetic tears that creep up your throat. âFor the best.â
He ends the call with the excuse of bad cell reception. Promises to talk to you later. Youâre not sure that you believe him.
The phrase fooling around curls up in your head, a wet dog, its fur dripping into the crevices of your rattled brain the entire drive home.
You dodge Joelâs calls for the remainder of the week.
Thereâs no use in talking to him when you have nothing to say, when you know any words you attempt will be overtaken by tears.
Even so, it doesnât stop him from trying. His number lights up the screen of your phone at least twice a day.
He leaves voicemails that you do not listen to. You canât. The last thing you need is his syruppy drawl in your ear. Youâll break; you know you will.
So instead, you delete them. Rid yourself of temptation.
But you still ache for him â a devastating truth. You lumber through the days, bones heavy with hurt. Find yourself kept up at night by thoughts of Joel and the infuriatingly soothing timbre of his voice, the intoxicating callous of his fingertips against your soft skin.Â
Itâs a lonely thing, yearning for Joel Miller.
On Friday, your father beams at the dinner table. Heâs grinning like a child as he stuffs a forkful of rice into his mouth.
âJoel and Debâs date is tomorrow,â he says. âThink theyâll really hit it off, donât you?â
Youâre dumbfounded for a long moment â canât believe that this is your life now: being asked about your thoughts on Joel and the ever-elusive Deb as a couple. When it takes too long for you to answer, your fatherâs fork stills pointedly on his plate, and you sputter.
âOh! I mean, I donât know. Like I said, I donât remember Deb.â You canât help your condescending tone. Your dad doesnât seem to catch it anyway.Â
âWell,â he says, âI think theyâll be a match. Hoping so, anyway. The man has been such a hermit lately â maybe if he has a lady, heâll get out more!â
âYou sound real excited,â you grumble. Stab four peas on the prongs of your fork.
âIt is exciting. Iâve never set anyone up before. And the best part is, the place theyâre going to â the Tavern â itâs got rooms you can rent out for wedding receptions. Just imagine if down the line, they got mar-â
âDad,â you stop him. You think youâll be physically sick if you let him finish that sentence. âSorry, I just â Iâm really tired, all of a sudden. I think Iâm going to head to bed early.â
Itâs not a complete lie. Youâre emotionally exhausted as a result of the past couple days. Sleep sounds like a much-needed, blissful escape right now.
Your dad doesnât question you. He just nods. Swipes your plate from in front of you and brings it to the sink along with his.
Of course, you find it impossible to actually drift off that night. Tossing and turning, you battle the glaring urge to get up, slink into the home-office and look up directions to the Tavern.Â
Not that youâre planning to go there anytime soon â youâre just curious. Thatâs all.Â
Around midnight, you give up, pad down the hallway and into the room parallel yours. The computer dials up slowly, and you chew your bottom lip as you wait.Â
You snatch a piece of paper from the printer and a pen from the #1 Dad mug that sits next to the monitor. Click on the internet icon and type the words into the search bar.
This is definitely a bad idea. Maybe the worst youâve had in a while.
You jot the address down anyway.
Downtown Austin is buzzing with life.Â
Patrons spilling out of bars, tourists striding down the street in their brand new Stetsons â it almost distracts you from the task at hand.Â
At just past seven, youâd told your dad you were going out, meeting a friend for drinks. Heâd been a bit taken aback, seeing as youâre not very social these days, but heâd seemed happy. Relieved.Â
Thatâs not what youâre doing, of course.
No â in reality, youâre turning into the parking lot attached to the Tavern. Itâs packed to the brim with cars, but you still manage to find Joelâs truck, its license plate number burned into the back of your mind after countless mornings of absently reading it as you snuck past.
Itâs idle and empty when you inch by, and even though you knew heâd be here, on this date, your heart still sinks. Because maybe a tiny part of you had hoped heâd stand Deb up.Â
You should leave. It was stupid to come here in the first place. What are you going to do â storm inside and demand that he leave with you?
You consider it for half a second, groaning when you realize how pitiful you are. Defeated, you swing your car into a spot at the back, facing the building, and shift it into park. You hug the steering wheel dejectedly.
From here, you have a straight-shot view of the restaurantâs entrance, a set of double doors at the side of the building. Groups spill out every so often, every pair that emerges causing your back to arch reflexively.
Joel and Deb are probably discussing their interests right now, bonding over a shared connection with your dad. You can vividly picture the smile likely plastered across his face â the same one youâve elicited with sweet filth whispered in his ear.
And youâre here, sitting in your running car, watching the door. Your pulse thumps obnoxiously loud in your ears.
Minutes pass like molasses, slow and thick. You watch the clock on the car radio obsessively, betting with yourself on what time theyâll leave. After thirty minutes of nothing, youâre convinced that theyâre going to close the place out.
But then the door opens again, and you straighten up, immediately met with the sight of Joel and Deb.Â
Sheâs talking animatedly, eyes widening every few words, blonde hair wafting around her narrow face. Itâs undeniable that sheâs stunning, even from far away; possesses the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers in line at the grocery store. The jealousy that pools in your gut burns like acetone in an open wound.
She takes his arm as they walk toward the parking lot, and he lets her, despite the rest of his body appearing strangely rigid.
You wonder if heâll take her home. Lead her to his truck, help her up the step to the passenger seat and sneak a look at her ass under her dress before shutting the door. If theyâll leave her car in the lot for the night, come back to retrieve it in the morning once heâs helped her forget about her loser ex-husband; let the scent of her perfume seep into the bed sheets to cover up yours.
But he doesnât lead her to his truck. You watch as they unexpectedly turn down a row of cars, disappearing from your view completely, his arm still locked with hers.Â
He could still kiss her. Press her against the car. Promise her that heâll call â and he will, first thing tomorrow. Heâs probably just being a real gentleman. Treating her like a woman he might want to marry someday.Â
Maybe he knows, after just one date, that sheâs his soulmate. Heâll buy the ring in a couple weeks. Theyâll be engaged in a monthâs time, and heâll say he just couldnât wait any longer.Â
Sheâs the one thing Iâve been missing.
You stew in the agonizing unknown for what feels like hours before Joel materializes once again, backside illuminated by headlights as he strides toward his truck.
And then â he stops. You see the exact moment he notices your car in the parking lot, his eyebrows threading together and his hands splaying over his hips.
Heâs staring directly through the windshield. At you.
Fuck.
He takes a few slow steps. Stops in front of the hood. Narrows his eyes and flexes his jaw.
With a deep breath, you unlock the doors. Gesture for him to get in the passenger side.Â
He immediately rounds the car, prying the door open and climbing inside just as a SUV pulls out the row he and Deb had walked down.Â
The door slams when he yanks it closed. The sound echoes through the cab of the car.
âYou wanna fuckinâ explain what youâre doinâ here?â he snaps. Youâre afraid to look him in the eye, embarrassment and now, anger, spooling hot behind your ears.
You know youâre in the wrong. You shouldnât have followed him. But does he have to be so hostile?
When your gaze finally meets his, he looks â distraught â jaw clenched and lips set in a straight line. His fingers absently dig into denim-covered thighs.
âI donât know,â you mumble, âI just wanted to see how you were with her.â And itâs the truth; not one you want to be admitting right now, to him, but itâs the truth nonetheless.
âDoesnât give you the right to spy on me.â
âSo what was I supposed to do? Sit at home and mope while the guy I was seeing is on a date with someone else? Oh no, Iâm sorry,â you throw your hands up, form air quotes with your fingers, âthe guy I was fooling around with.â
This seems to strike a nerve. His jaw twitches, and his fingers still on his lap.
âIt wasnât like that,â he grits
âNo? Isnât that all this was to you: fooling around?â
Thereâs a beat. Joel sighs.Â
âNo â fuck, no. Of course not.â
His expression softens. A crack in solid stone. âI tried callinâ you,â he says, voice barely above a whisper.
âI know,â you admit.
He nods. Another beat.
âDid you kiss her?â you ask.
âNo.â He says it with intent, with promise, eyes firmly locked on yours now.Â
Your mouth goes dry.
âNo?â
âNo,â he repeats. âI didnât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I didnât want to.â
âYou donât want her?âÂ
âNo,â he says flatly, his pupils bulging in the lamplight, black bleeding into the brown of his irises. âI donât want her.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
He leans forward. His weight presses into the center console and his breath fans your face â warm, tinged with the scent of cheap beer.
âI donât want her,â he says, voice an octave lower, âbecause I want you. I thought you knew that?âÂ
The radio drones between the two of you, some classic rock song you think you recognize flitting through the speaker. Your pulse beats staccato in your throat, off tempo.
âYou want me?â you ask, a little breathless, and the next words you say are beyond dumb, beyond reckless, but you say them anyway. âProve it.â
Joel doesnât hesitate. He closes the slight distance between you and kisses you, hard, his tongue frantically sliding against yours through parted lips.
Itâs sloppy, and desperate, and you feel drunk on the taste of him, on longing laced with carnal need. Heâs groaning into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands, burying his fingers in your hair â as if he canât get close enough, as if heâll only be satisfied once heâs swallowed you whole. Youâre pretty sure you want him to.
Your hands move frantically to his t-shirt, then, bunch into the fabric and pull. You need to feel the skin underneath, need to rove your hands along his bare chest. He accommodates, tugging the shirt by the back of the collar, lips separating from yours ever-so-briefly to bring it over his head and toss it onto the backseat.Â
And then heâs back on you, licking into your mouth again, eliciting a whimper from you when his hand wraps around the side of your throat, just under your jaw.Â
Your palms splay across his torso, wander over warm, golden skin. Youâve missed this, god, youâve missed this â but itâs still not enough. You need to feel more of him. In your mouth, in your hand, in your cunt â youâre not picky. Just need him in whatever way heâll provide.
âJoel,â you whimper into his mouth, fingers winding around his bicep.Â
He pulls back. Peers at you through hooded eyes. âWhat is it, baby?â he asks through labored breaths.Â
âNeed you â please.â
He immediately unbuckles your seatbelt. Lowers his seat back and manhandles you onto his lap. You go easily; slot yourself to him with legs folded on either side of his thighs.Â
Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you grind down into his lap. His cock strains against denim underneath you. He groans when you swivel your hips and brush the heft of it again with your clothed heat.
âYou gonna let me fuck you?â he asks into your mouth, his forehead pressed to yours.
Your breath catches.Â
You know what heâs really asking: are you going to let him fuck you here, in the parking lot of a public establishment, where anybody could see?
But you donât care. In fact, youâre way past caring, the emptiness of your cunt too painful to ignore any longer. Let them watch him take whatâs his.
You nod frantically. âYes,â you pant. âPlease.â
Joel nods too, as if heâs accepting his fate. Heâs going to fuck his friendâs daughter in the passenger seat of her car. Thereâs no way around it â not when youâre begging for it. Heâs going to give you what you need.
âOkay,â he soothes, âI got you baby.âÂ
He helps you out of your pants, then; clumsily maneuvers them down and off your legs along with your panties and tosses them aimlessly into the back.
He doesnât bother to take his jeans off. Lets you unzip them and pop the button open, your nimble fingers making quick work of it. And then youâre pulling his cock out of his boxers, stiff and leaking in your grasp.
You steady yourself with hands on his shoulders just as he begins to pepper placating kisses along your neck. âGo ahead baby,â he whispers into your ear. âTake it; itâs yours.â
His head falls back against the seat as you stroke him a few times and line his cock up with your dripping entrance, his hands clasped around your waist.Â
You sink down slowly, savoring every inch of him as he burrows in deeper. Heâs so thick, stretching you like itâs the first time again, your walls fluttering as they relax around his cock.
âFuck,â Joel slurs, fingers digging into your skin impatiently when you still, fully seated on him.
âGotta move baby â please move.â
Heâs so fucking deep, though, his cockhead bumping your cervix, and your entire body feels gelatinous atop him. A cloying sort of heat hangs around your head. You swivel your hips weakly, your forehead falling to rest on his with a heavy sigh.
Joel is happy to take control, bucking up into you so hard you see stars. You canât suppress the string of moans that spill from your mouth, and Joel doesnât seem to mind. Heâs just as loud, anyway, his broken sounds bleeding into yours, bouncing off glass and leather.
Neither of you can muster an actual word, though, not with him rutting up into you, sheathing himself in your pussy over and over again. Heâs relentlessly hitting that spot â the one that has you practically clinging to him for dear life.Â
Itâs approaching too quickly; heâs going to make you come.
One of your hands flies to the roof of the car in an attempt to brace yourself, flat palm pressing into it so hard you worry itâll pop.Â
Joel takes the opportunity to drag you down in his lap, spearing you on his cock, and the sudden change in angle makes you cry out.
âOh fâ ahh, oh myââ
âThatâs it,â he coos, âyou got it, babygirl.â
His words tip you over the edge, your entire body locking up as you gush around him. Youâre wetting his lap, slick splattering his thighs, and he loves it, his fervid moan telling you so.
His movements begin to falter then, hips stuttering underneath you as he chases his own high.
âCmon, baby,â you goad, âplease fill me up.â
He grunts when he spills inside, his face nestling in your chest, heaving as he works through it and begins to come down. You donât move, not that Joel would let you, still holding you on his lap like heâs afraid to let you go.
You nuzzle into his embrace as his cock softens inside you.
You stay like that for a while, probably too long given that anybody could easily look into the car and see you straddling him. You donât have the energy to care.
Eventually, you lift your head from its spot on Joelâs chest. Look up at him with bleary eyes.
âJoel,â you say.
He meets your gaze, face shiny with sweat and his hair a mess. He looks gorgeous like this, you think. The way only you get to see him.
âYeah?â He grazes along your arm with featherlight fingers. His touch raises goosebumps on your skin.
âDid you mean it?â
âMean what?â
âAbout wanting me.â In truth, youâre not sure you want the answer. But you need to know, definitively, if Joel is yours. Youâre done sharing him.
âOh, baby,â he drawls. âOf course I do. Youâre all I want. Do you want me?â
And itâs a stupid question. He has to know that. Youâre nodding before he can even finish it. âYes,â you breathe. âI want you, Joelâ
âThen itâs settled. Itâs me and you. No moreâŚinterlopers.â
You giggle. Reluctantly separate yourself from his body and re-dress. You settle back into the driverâs seat with achy legs.
Youâve never felt more content than you do in this moment.
Still, youâll have to hide â wonât be able to share the news of your new relationship with friends or coworkers, your dad â and neither will Joel.Â
You donât care much, not as long as heâs yours, but you need to be sure he feels the same.
âJoel,â you stop him as he opens the passenger-side door to get out. He stills with one leg swung out the door.
âYeah, darlinâ?â
âAre you sure you donât mindâŚbeing a secret? Donât mind keeping me a secret?â
He looks at you like you have two heads.
He pulls his leg back into the car. Shuts the door and leans over the console again.
Taking your chin between his fingers, he forces your gaze. Makes sure youâre listening.
âI want you â doesnât matter who knows or doesnât know. Long as youâre mine.â
Your chest tightens, and your heart squeezes inside your ribcage.
âIâm yours?â
He smiles. Presses a chaste kiss between your eyes, on the tip of your nose, on your lips. The same way he did the other morning.Â
It all feels somehow sweeter, now.
âYeah, angel. Youâre mine. My girl.â
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QZ Joel visits you for a bath and a little extra (4.7k)
Tags - smut, dom!joel, mean!joel if you squint and I mean really squint because he does in fact fuck you with a certain kindness in his heart. dirty talking you through it. Ah, fuck it. Who am I kidding. pervy!joel too. dubcon, coercion, unprotected PIV, hand job, nyasty QZ joel eats it from the back, ass play and a tasteful amount of ass eating, nipple play, come shot, sex work, takes place in a brothel, JOEL SOUP (bathing that old man), Joel Miller hog reveal (itâs gargantuan, ludicrously capacious if you will), Joel Miller enjoys the finer things in life ie. pussy, Joel Miller tummy. Joel Miller's broad shoulders come with their own warning. Fic help - @beefrobeefcal @noxturnalnymph @endlessthxxghts Thank you all for your brains and eyeballs! A/N - MONTHS AND MONTHS LATE BUUUUT this is for my sweetheart @merz-8 who so generously streams herself playing TLOU and red dead for me 𩷠this fic is inspired by the many times she bathes Arthur. Mercy I love you!!!!!
Joel turns the tap on his shower and with his eyebrows raised, waits quietly to hear the sound of water rushing through the pipes in the wall. Nothing. âGod bless it,â he mutters. The waterâs been shut off for the past month or so in his apartment complex. He pays extra to have it but alas, nothing fucking works in the QZ. Everythingâs broken down, falling apart, or will fall apart - itâs just a matter of time.Â
Joelâs got limited options. He could visit the showers downtown, get hosed down like a dog with cold water that feels like knives in his skin, although the showers donât open until 5AM tomorrow morning. He could wait it out, though heâs pretty fucking rank; he needs a shower yesterday. He could also rinse off at the sink with a damp rag.Â
He thinks to himself, hands on his hips and biting his cheeks, weighing his options. Damp rag it is. Joel opens his linen closet and takes his ratty, stringy old rag with him to the kitchen. He wets it with the water from the five gallon jug allotted for drinking, then reaches for the FEDRA issued bar soap thatâs meant to be used for everything - hand washing, dishes, laundry, et cetera, et cetera. Joel takes off his shirt and then lathers the bar soap in the rag, the clean and flowery smell permeating the air. He loves this scent - he doesnât always get this specific one when he picks up his hygiene supplies once a month. God, when did he smell this last? Feels like deja vu. Itâs so familiar, it couldn't have been too long agoâŚ
Then the memory hits him: the whorehouse over at the old hotel. Thatâs where he smelled this soap last. Itâs in the menâs rooms but more pertinent to Joel at this moment, itâs the soap used in the bathing rooms - different from the menâs rooms. Joel scoffs and puts the soap and rag on the kitchen counter. Yeah, he smirks to himself, thatâs where heâll catch a bath tonight. He puts his denim shirt back on, stuffs some clean clothes into his leather backpack and heads off into the night for the hotel.Â
Joelâs strategic in how he gets there. Curfewâs at six, and itâs eight right now. FEDRAâs not too kind to those out after hours. He moves stealthily through alleyways, avoiding the harsh, white light of the soldierâs flashlights shining from above. Once at the old hotel, Joel knocks in a particular pattern on the side door. On the other side, a man peers through the peephole and verifies Joelâs identity, then opens the door just enough for Joel to slide on through, his belly rubbing against the edge of the doorframe.
Itâs dingy on the inside, dark and lit sparingly only by some candles. Joel makes his way to the front room where a different man sits at a table. Joel reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his ration cards, flipping through the notes with a practiced flick of his thumb. âMâin need of a shower,â he says, laying the cards down on the table. He scans the room, recognizes a few familiar faces.Â
The man covers the notes with his hand and slides them toward himself, then counts the cards through and nods. âFourth floor, third door on the right.âÂ
Wordlessly, Joel heads up the staircase, knees cracking on about every other step. God, heâs getting old. Once at the fourth floor, Joel heads for that third door on the right and pushes it open with one hand, unbuttoning his denim shirt with ease using the other.Â
This room is different from the others at this brothel. It has no bed, no carpeting, no soft surfaces of any kind that would be typical for activities performed in a place such as this. This room has just one large bath tub in the middle with a small table next to it, and in the corner is a small lamp, covering the room with a low golden glow. Once-green peeling paint covers the walls instead of torn floral wallpaper and cracks cover every tile on the floor below. Joel peels his clothes off and wraps a faded pink towel around his waist, his tummy bulging over the edge. He waits patiently next to the tub for a knock at the door.Â
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Your hands are wobbling in the dressing room. Thereâs really not much to dress yourself with, no makeup or anything like that. One of the girls suggested melting a colored pencil with some hot water or a lighter and then using that to paint your lips and cheeks, but she wouldnât share her own with you. In the mirror, you fix your hair and straighten your borrowed dress, breathing deeply to try and calm your nerves. Itâs your first night working here at the brothel, and youâre really not sure what to expect.Â
Your boss, Jim, knocks on the dressing room door as a courtesy, but doesnât wait to make sure everyone is decent. He just waltzes right in and announces to you all that thereâs a client in room three waiting for bath assistance.
âDo you know who it is?â one of the girls asks Jim.Â
âYeah,â Jim answers. âJoel Miller. Whoâs taking him?â Â
The girl who gave you the tip on the colored pencils turns to her friends and whispers, then turns back to you. âYou should take him,â she tells you. âYouâll love Joel, heâs nice. Very gentle with his girls. A real lover.âÂ
Her smile feels disingenuous, and it doesnât help that her friends are laughing. âAre you serious?â
âOf course,â she lies. âAnd hereââ She pulls out her lighter and a bubblegum pink colored pencil thatâs stained black from repeated burning, and lights the end of the pencil on fire so that it melts a bit. She drips it onto her fingertips, then harshly smudges it onto your lips, biting down on a facetious smile. âYeah. Joel will love you.âÂ
She doesnât let you check your appearance in the mirror before ushering you to the bathing room, her hands on your lower back as she pushes you to the door. She slaps your ass, then heads back to the dressing room with the other girls, barely concealing a giggle in her wake.Â
You inhale and exhale deeply, then knock on the door. The man - Joel - opens it for you and guides you inside, then locks the door behind you. Clad in nothing but a towel, he crosses his arms as he looks you up and down with a slow scan of his eyes, which makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. His brow is pinched together, heâs biting his inner cheek. His expression turns from studious to curious.Â
The first thing you notice is how handsome he is, you canât even help yourself. His crossed arms strain his big, thick biceps. He has a full head of curly, graying hair, and a full set of teeth. Tall. Heâs towering over you with a hulking form. His top lip sports a big, thick mustache, and his face is covered in a perfectly patchy beard. Sharp. Heâs got a sharp nose, sharp jaw, and a sharp look in his inky dark brown eyes. You donât know what you expected, but it certainly wasnât him.Â
âNameâs Joel,â he says. âYour turn.âÂ
You tell him your name, and Joel reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips. âSâthat your real name?â he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.Â
Fuck. âN-no,â you lie.Â
Joel chuckles. âSo youâre the new girl, huh?âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
Joel laughs again.Â
You squeeze past him to get to the tub, then twist the knobs of the bathtub, twisting them quicker when the water doesnât come out. Joel watches you struggle for a minute, then comes up behind you and puts his strong hand on your lower back, fingers pressing against your ass. âYâgot it all wrong. Do it like this,â he instructs quietly, pulling up on the knobs, causing the water to come pouring out of the spout. He twists the handles himself, holding his hand under the running water to test the temperature. âSee?â
âMhm,â you nod.Â
âLearn somethinâ new everyday, donâtcha?âÂ
Joel rounds the tub, then pulls out the tucked in end of the towel on his waist. You quickly turn your head in the opposite direction, garnering another chuckle from him. Every time he laughs at you, you feel worse. âNo point in lookinâ away,â he tells you. âYouâre gonna see it whether you wanna or not. Jusâ the nature of these things.âÂ
Joel hands you his towel, then steps into the long tub. From here, you get a good look at his naked form. Heâs muscled beneath his softness, no doubt stronger than an ox. Heâs broad, with vast shoulders and a relatively slim waist in comparison. His member is substantially sized, even soft, as it is now. His balls are even bigger, heavier.Â
The bathwater moves as Joelâs weight sinks in, rocking back and forth in the tub. He sits down and stretches his legs out, the water running over his feet. You keep your distance as you fold Joelâs towel while waiting for the tub to fill the rest of the way, familiarizing yourself with the toiletries nearby. Washrag, shampoo, bar soap, plastic cup, a tub of petroleum jelly, a glass, and a bottle of whiskey. When the tub is filled, you shut off the water.Â
Joel pours himself a large bit of the whiskey into the glass, âQuiet one, ainâtcha?â Joel says to you, then downs his drink. He pours another, then sips it.Â
You shrug, unsure of how to respond to the man. Youâre not really sure if youâre supposed to talk and if so, what you should say. You move to the end of the bathtub where Joel rests his head, then reach for the cup and fill it with Joelâs bathwater, then wet his graying curls. Little ringlets still form around his neck.Â
Shampoo comes next, so you take the small bottle from the table. With wet hands you twist the cap, but it doesnât come off. Joel waits patiently as you dry your hands on your dress and try again.Â
âWhatâs goinâ on back there?âÂ
âThe uh, the shampoo,â you say. âI canât get the cap off.âÂ
Joel reaches behind himself, âIâll give ya a hand,â he says, and you put the bottle into his palm. He unscrews it with ease, then hands it back to you as he tells you that you seem nervous. âWait a second,â he says, âCâmere,â and taps the edge of the tub with his right hand.Â
âThere?â
âYeah, sit down.âÂ
Bottle in hand, you sit at the edge of the tub. âCloser.â Joel tugs you by the arm. âAinât gonna bite ya.âÂ
You pour a bit of shampoo into your palm, then Joel takes the bottle and sets it on the little table. You reach forward and scrub the soap into his hair, quickly working it into a lather. Joel watches your face closely, how you avoid looking him in the eye. He dips his hand into his bathwater then reaches for your face, his steaming hand on your jaw as he uses his wet thumb to wipe away the colored pencil that was hastily rubbed on your lips. Youâre stunned, and Joel watches you with dark and hungry eyes, a little bloodshot too. âPretty one, arenât you? A girl like you shouldnât be workinâ here.âÂ
You ignore him and continue washing his hair, tangling your fingers in the sudsy, thick curls. Joel holds your chin tighter and forces you to look him in the eyes. âYouâre not givinâ me the silent treatment, honey, sâposed to talk to your clients. Make a man feel human. Answer me.â Youâre intimidated immediately. If he is who the girls call nice, thenâŚ
âWasnât my first choice of a job,â you admit quietly.Â
âHowâd you end up here?â
âI needed money,â you whisper. âAnd the other girls said they wanted someone on bath duty. But that I wouldnât have to-âÂ
Joel laughs loudly, cutting you off. âOh, bless your fuckinâ heart. No, youâll have to put out,â he says. âJob ainât just washinâ dirty old men, sweetheart, thatâs what a nursing homeâs for. Those girls were fuckinâ with you. Sorry.â Joel gestures for you to continue.Â
Your blood goes cold. You feel sick, even more nervous than before. Looking through the water, you see that Joelâs already hard for you as well.
âGo on. Speak.â
 You swallow thickly. âThey also said youâre nice. Gentle.âÂ
Joel nods, then sips on his drink. âThatâs some wishful fuckinâ thinkinâ. Not me, darlinâ. Think theyâre hazinâ you. But-â Joel sets his drink back down, â-Iâll behave myself, be a gentleman for ya. Scoutâs honor.âÂ
He says it so earnestly that you feel inclined to believe him. âYou promise?âÂ
âCross my heart,â he says. âIâll break ya in real nice,â he adds under his breath. His little comment - or rather, what feels like a threat, has you flinching. âRelax, relax.â Joel holds his hand to your waist, keeping you close to him. âYouâre fine. I treat all my girls nice. I told you I wouldnât bite. Youâre fine,â he repeats. Joel reaches for the plastic cup and fills it with his bathwater, then gives it to you to rinse his hair with. He closes his eyes, groaning softly. Youâll hear those same groans escaping his lips later when he fucks you, eats you alive.Â
You admire his profile, that sharp slope of his aquiline nose, pouty lips and dark eyelashes. Water cascades down his thick neck and the broad planes of his freckled chest, landing into the pool of suds. After rinsing his hair, Joel takes the rag and the bar of soap and wets both, then hands them to you. You lather the soap on the rag, then Joel takes the soap back. You scoot closer to him and begin washing his neck and the muscles surrounding, scrubbing the rag into his skin.Â
âFeel tense, donât I?â
Youâre not sure how to answer. âI guess, yeah,â you mumble.
âYeah, youâll fix that. Get me right.âÂ
Joel leans forward and tilts his head down, sighing as you scrub his broad shoulders, leaving little tracks of soap suds on his body. âLilâ harder, sweetheart,â he groans. âPut some muscle into it.âÂ
You rub harder into his skin with the rag, massaging those tight muscles in his back and shoulders before lifting his heavy bicep to scrub his arm. Joel lifts his free arm and reaches for you, then tugs the front of your dress down, exposing your cleavage. âSâposed to show me a little skin, darlinâ,â he murmurs, his hand lingering on your breast as he rubs his thumb left and right over your skin. âGotta earn them tips somehow, right?â It makes your face heat up and your heart beat harder, faster. His fingers feel like electricity on your skin as he dips his hand lower, catching your nipple with his fingertips. He rubs the bud until itâs pebbled, then twists it between two fingers, causing you to gasp in pleasure. Joel smiles at that.Â
Flustered by both his words and his actions, you pull his hand out of your dress, and Joel wears a crooked smirk. He outstretches that arm for you to wash, and you scrub his limb with the rag, speeding through the activity out of uneasiness and nerves. You drop his arms and quickly pat your hands off on your towel, then get up to leave.Â
âNuh-uh.â Joel grabs your arm and pulls you back down so that youâre sitting on the ledge of the bathtub again, the water splashing a bit when you land. âYou ainât finished yet. Legs need washinâ, donât they?â
âUmmâŚâÂ
âThink youâre forgettinâ somethinâ important too,â Joel mutters under his breath. He props his leg up next to you, and you can see his heavy balls and his thick cock standing at full mast beneath the water. With the rag, you scrub up to his knee.Â
âHigher.âÂ
About halfway past his knee.Â
âI said, higher.â
You scrub his upper thigh beneath the waterâs surface now, washing right where his leg meets his hip. Impatient, Joel pulls the rag from your hand and holds your wrist, then guides your hand to that space between his thighs, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. âRight here,â he instructs you. âIâd reckon a manâs member certainly needs washinâ too, donât it? âLess you like it dirty. Some of us do.â
You quickly stroke Joelâs shaft, just a quick slide of your hand up and down. Joel holds your hand under the water, âKeep goinâ,â he mutters. You move your hand and down again, though your back aches from the angle and you have a difficult time reaching him. Joel notices your struggle. âSomethinâ wrong?â
âI canât like- youâre too far-â
âMm. I getcha,â Joel says, nodding in understanding. âStand up for a minute.â
You stand up off of the ledge of the bathtub and Joel shifts in the tub, the water sloshing with his movements. He puts both of his dripping hands on your waist and then turns you where he wants you, then begins bunching up the fabric of your dress. âYou do the rest,â he tells you. You pull the dress off of your body, feeling insecure under Joelâs watchful gaze as you fold the garment. âPanties too.â
You shimmy your panties down your legs and tuck them beneath your folded dress, which amuses Joel. So modest, so bashful. Those qualities of yours wonât last long here in the brothel.
After setting the clothes down near Joelâs belongings, you make your way back to him. Heâs holding out his large, masculine hand for you to take. âCâmon in, thereâs plenty âa room for us both. Watch your step,â he warns, using his strength to guide you into the tub. âAttagirl.â
You lower yourself into the bath, the hot water making your skin tingle. âYeah, the water feels nice, donât it?â
âIt feels good,â you agree. Youâve always loved a hot bath, a rare luxury in the world you live in.Â
âNow, where were we?â
Joel pulls you through the water so that youâre straddling his thick thighs, the head of his cock nudges against your pussy which sends a flutter through your stomach. You wrap one arm around Joelâs shoulders to stabilize yourself, your other hand staying below the waterâs surface as you once again find his cock. This isnât so terrible.Â
You pump Joelâs cock, memorizing every vein on his shaft with the palm of your hand. He tilts his head back in pleasure, brows knit together as he sighs deeply.Â
âAm I doing okay?â
âDoinâ just fine, honâ,â Joel mumbles. âAll the way up, all the way down. Jusâ like that.â
On the next pass, starting from the thick tip of Joelâs dick, you squeeze him on your way down, down, until you reach his balls. You give them the kindest of squeezes, earning a moan from Joel. âSâperfect. Fuckinâ A,â he hisses.
And all the way up again. You increase in speed, though to avoid splashing, you donât work him too quickly. You can feel him pulsing under your touch, a sensation that has your core throbbing. Heâs breathing heavier, surely getting close now. You squeeze him harder and incorporate a twist of your wrist into your movements, coaxing his release along.Â
Just as you find your groove, Joel stops you. âYeah, nice try, kid. I ainât payinâ for a fuckinâ handjob. Could do that shit myself for free.â
Joel spins you in the direction opposite of himself, then nudges you forward. He puts the items sitting on the wooden end table on the cracked floral tile below, then pushes the table over to your end of the bath, the wood creaking and groaning.Â
He lifts you up and leans you over the edge of the bathtub, having you rest on the table, the cool air on your wet skin causing goosebumps to erupt. From here, you can see all the cracks in the wood, the swelling from the water damage. âSpread them legs, sweetheart. Make room.âÂ
The water splashes behind you as Joel moves into position and you brace yourself for the inevitable pain of Joelâs cock splitting you open.Â
Only, it doesnât come. You feel Joelâs thumb sliding through your folds before he spreads you wide, exposing your asshole and your pussy to himself, a picture perfect view.Â
âSuch a pretty cunt,â he whispers. âA fuckinâ shame itâll get ruined.â
Joel presses a kiss to your asshole, then kisses his way down to your warm center, before finally dipping his tongue into your warm entrance. He groans at your taste, how sweet on his tongue you are with his face between your cheeks. He kisses his way up, up again, then spits on your tight hole. He circles the muscle with his tongue, tracing round and round before forcing his tongue inside. Itâs fucking filthy, what heâs doing to you. All salacious and obscene. But you love it, god do you fucking love it.
âYeah, old Joel ainât so bad, is he?â Joel murmurs tauntingly into your flesh. He kisses his way down again, all sloppy and messy. He loves the sweet little sigh of relief you breathe out when he reaches your clit, the area you need him most. He moves his lips slowly against you, loving how you grow slicker and slicker. How your soft cunt feels against his face. Joel breathes you in deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal. No chance in hell heâs washing his face after this. Your musk will live in his facial hair for days, acting as somewhat of a comfort to him. Or perhaps a trophy.Â
With his tongue pointed, Joel traces along your folds before plunging into your slick hole once more. He could spend forever between your thighs, that soft, sweet, most private of places. The momentary reprieve could last eternally, if he were so lucky.Â
Joel savors all of you. Your hot, wet cunt, how your hips twist and turn as you chase your own pleasure. When he sucks your clit, he can feel your thighs twitch around his skull. Perfect, youâre so fucking perfect. He has half a mind to take you back to his apartment when heâs done with you, keep you all to himself. Leave you lying naked in his bed, be his little slice of heaven in such a cruel, fucked up world.Â
Joel circles your clit with his tongue, finding that perfect pleasure that has you moaning his name. Steadily, steadily, he keeps you like this until youâre coming for him, gushing all over his face as he fucks you through your release with his tongue.Â
Youâre left breathing heavily on the table, trying to collect yourself. Joel leans over you and wears a cocky grin. âWhatâd I tell you, huh?â he asks. âTold you I take good care of pussy. Shoot, look at ya, all fucked out.â
You canât help but smile at him. Joel moves behind you once more, spreading your legs wide and slotting himself between them.Â
âBut,â he says, âFairâs fair. My turn now, sweet girl.â
Joel tugs on his cock, as itâs softened a bit without any stimulation. God, heâs getting old. Once at full mast again, Joel drags the blunt head of his cock through your folds, all slick and slippery with your wetness. âReady?â he says, notching himself inside you. Itâs already a painful stretch.Â
âMhm,â you hum, uncertainty lacing your tone.Â
With one hand guiding his cock inside, Joel has the other on your hip. He squeezes you comfortingly as he inches his way inside. He can see that youâre squeezing your eyes shut, wincing in pain. âOh, I know, I know, I know,â he coos. âSâa tight fit, I know. Take a deep breath, breathe through it. You got it,â he says. âYou are a professional after all, hm?â Joel teases.Â
You inhale and exhale deeply, your walls stretching and aching as Joelâs thick cock pushes deeper and deeper inside you.Â
âHalfway there,â he tells you. âSâeasier fâya let me rip the bandaid off.â Heâs not asking your opinion, itâs a warning of whatâs to come. A courtesy, perhaps.Â
Joel pushes inside you all the way, the slide inside your body has him groaning and throwing his head back. The intrusion of his cock is so sharp it shatters you and scrambles every thought inside your head and you feel impossibly full, every other sensation disappearing as your mind focuses only on what you feel between your legs.Â
Joel pulls out of you slowly, then pushes back in. He repeats the motion until your expression has softened, until youâre not biting your lips and your brows relax into a natural position. âThere she is,â Joel praises you. âWhat a good girl. Knew you had it in ya. Good fuckinâ girl.â
He builds a steady pace, quickening it to his liking in time. His thrusts are fluid, deep, and intentional; he fucks you perfectly, with consideration for both you and himself. This, this was not what you were expecting. You feel both of his strong hands squeezing your middle, and Joel watches how your flesh bulges between his fingers.Â
âJoel,â you whimper. âOh my god.â
âYeah, feels good. Goddamn, you feel good.â
The water sloshes as Joel slams his hips into yours, not that he gives a shit. He fucks you harder, faster, building that pleasure deep in his gut. Joel leans over you and finds your clit with his hand, pulling back the hood before rubbing tight little circles into the sensitive part. âGimme another,â he breathes. âOne for the road. Mâgonna miss this pussy.â
Joel pounds into you, the tip of his cock hitting that special place inside you that feels so good, a primal sort of pleasure. All you can do is lay there and take it, let him guide your orgasm along with his measured thrusts and skilled fingers. Itâs only a little longer of him drawing in and out of you, and then youâre coming all over again. Itâs a hot and intense, all-consuming sort of pleasure. A sensation youâve never known before now, before Joel. Fucking nothing compares.Â
âOh, fuck. Christ almighty,â Joel groans, feeling your cunt squeeze around his shaft in non-rhythm. He looks down at where his body meets yours, the creamy rings of arousal youâve painted onto his cock. Joel quickens his pace even further, hips stuttering as he frenetically pounds into you. You groan at the loss of him pulling out of you, but your displeasure is swiftly soothed by the feeling of his hot spend painting your backside. Rope after rope of his come, all warm and sticky.Â
Itâs quiet, save for the splashing of water. Joel searches for the rag and the soap from before and lathers both, then scrubs his come off of your skin, which tickles you. âSee?â he says. âWhatâd I tell ya. Mâa gentleman. Somethinâ like it, at least.â
Joel steps out of the tub and dries his hair, turning it into a fluffy mess. He pats his body down next, and in your blissful, fucked-out state, you get a perfect view of his plump ass before he dresses himself. He combs his hair back with his fingers, then reaches into his pocket for some ration cards.Â
âLetâs see here,â he murmurs, licking his thumb before flicking through the notes. He pulls out a generous amount, then slaps the cards down on the end table where you rest your head. âThink weâre square. You come and find me if Iâm short, though, yeah?â
âOkay,â you whisper, barely lucid.Â
Joel pushes some hair out of your face and bends down to kiss your cheek. âUntil next time,â he says. âKeep outta trouble.â
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Never made it as a wise man
(joel miller x f!reader)
Description: Joel solves your car troubles for free, and you try to return the favor with a homecooked meal. When you accidentally interrupt his jerkoff session, you take a chance and help him out.
Note: yâall are out here answering godâs toughest questions, like what if emotionally unavailable Joel was loved unconditionally? or what if Joel was the Mothman?, and I deeply appreciate that.Â
However, today, I am here to answer a question that nobody askedâ What if Joel was a divorced dad rock kinda guy?Â
You know, like, listening to Nickelback on an old-school boombox in his garage, or unironically singing Creed on the way to work, or bonding with Ellie over Papa Roach? And also, (inspired by a genius) what if he was a little bit pathetic?Â
Anyway, I present to you: divorced dad rock dilf, Joel, ta-da! (my humble submission for @hellishjoelâs hot dilf summer challenge) obvs dedicated to: @auteurdelabre
ao3: read here | masterlist: here | part 1.5 here
Tags/warnings: AU no outbreak divorced Joel x f!reader, Sarah is not mentioned, but Ellie is your adult coworker, reader is clueless about cars and so am I, gratuitous smut and horny thoughts, implied jorkinâ joel but no witnesses, hand job, fingering, premature ejaculation, touch starved kinda loserish but hot divorced dilf joel, heâs a real tiddy guy in this one and idk why it just happened, pwp, is it a crackfic? maybe, but i meant it wholeheartedly so idk Â
WC: 4.2k
You pull onto the long driveway, hoping to see Joelâs truck. You forgot to text first to see if he would be around, but he did tell you to come by if you ever needed anything. You mostly just hope heâll be willing to accept your gift.Â
Last week, heâd helped you out by fixing your car. He told you what the issue was, but he might as well have been speaking another language when he described it. You had already brought coffee and a plate of cookies to your coworker Ellie to thank her for dragging you to Joelâs to ask for help. Being in a new town was hard enough, but you had no idea how you would handle the price for diagnostics, let alone whatever the repair wouldâve cost. You tried to offer Joel the cash you had as a thanks, but he wouldnât accept it. You tried to argue with him, but Ellie told you it wasnât worth arguing with him. He wouldnât budge. Instead, he had offered to change your oil for you, making you feel even more indebted to him.Â
At first, the most you got out of Ellie for intel on Joel was that he was the one responsible for you having to listen to âOne Last Breathâ and âLips of an Angelâ at ungodly early hours. Ellie claimed that her music taste was deeply influenced by Joel, and somehow, Ellie is always in charge of the music at work. When you rolled your eyes calling it divorced dad rock, she let it slip that you were right about that.Â
That explains a lot when you remember the brief time you spent in his house and shop. The house was clean inside but not tidy. Stray beer bottles and travel mugs dotted the counter and coffee table. But the shop had all the Divorced Dad Barbie accessories.Â
The project car and crates of assorted parts. The beer fridge and the plastic lawn chairs in the corner for bullshitting with whoever stopped by. The boombox on the workbench with the stack of CDs. And the fading calendar from another decade with the naked woman kneeling on the beach.Â
You hadnât been able to stop your eyes from darting to her sultry expression and swimsuit model-perfect breasts when Joel had been explaining what he was going to do to your car. You wondered if the heat burning in your cheeks had given you away, but he didnât notice then. Ellie sure did, though, and she had rolled her eyes at you, noting it had been up so long she even forgot it was there.Â
Luckily, Ellie didnât notice your eyes lingering on Joelâs body. You werenât trying to be a creep, but the way his arm flexed when he opened the hood of your car gave you some feral brand of intrusive thoughts. The ratty band t-shirt and the faded jeans were working for him, too, or at least they were doing something for you. Time slowed when your eyes trailed over his arms and down the muscles of his broad back. He just seemed so⌠solid. You finally understood what your friends back home meant when they said they wanted to climb a man like a tree. You had jumped a little when Ellie slammed the fridge behind you and shouted at Joel about how he canât just live in the shop drinking shitty beer and eating beef jerky. She had grabbed your arm to drag you to the house for an iced tea while he worked.Â
Her comment sparked your idea. You figured Joel must be a utilitarian type. He probably lives on frozen pizzasâor even worse, those Hungry-Man frozen TV dinnersâinstead of making himself something fresh. Maybe heâs one of those guys who got really into smoking meats instead. Either way, you hope the lasagna you made from scratch and the other tray of cookies will be an acceptable thank you for his help. He canât refuse it if you already made it, right?Â
You pull up next to a truck, assuming itâs his, and that heâs home. Before you grab the tray, you pause to check your reflection and adjust your breasts in your white tank top, making sure your cleavage pokes out as temptingly as possible.Â
You check yourself in the mirror with a look. Why does it matter what you look like? Itâs not like youâre trying to fuck your only (almost) friendâs dad, right? Although she calls him by his first name, not Dad, so maybe thereâs like a loophole or something if sheâs adopted. You think about the calendar model and her perfect tits hanging on the wall over his tools. It canât hurt to just do a little harmless flirting, right? Maybe you arenât even his type anyway.Â
After knocking on the door a couple of times, you frown, wondering if heâs not home. On the way back to your car, with your head hung in defeat, your ears perk up at the sound of something clanging in the shop. Of course!Â
You skitter back to the front porch to leave your goods by the door and head for the shop to find that divorced DILFâJoel, you mean. Itâs sweltering out, and sweat is beading on your chest after only a few minutes in the heat. The closer you get, the more easily you can make out the sound of his little CD player blasting another brooding, raspy ballad sung by a white man with a troubled love life.Â
The garage door is shut, so you knock on the door on the side of the building. You wait a minute before testing your luck and opening the door yourself. Assessing the shop, you donât see your man, sorry, Joel, at first glance. The music blasts, and the calendar model gives you the same impish smirk through her false lashes and a layer of dust, but thereâs no Joel. The evidence clearly dictates that heâs in here somewhere, as his tools are strung around his project, the lights are on, and a beer with a sweating label sits on the edge of the workbench.Â
You arenât trying to be sneaky. You didnât think to holler and announce your presence over the music. Plus, you didnât fully get your bearings the last time you were here. Now, you can pick up a few more details as your eyes absorb everything they can about anything that gives you a hint about who this guy is.Â
The guy thatâs been haunting your dreams for a week. Last week, when you walked back to the shop with Ellie to check on your car, you nearly tripped, watching Joel wipe the sweat off his face with the bottom of his shirt. You had just caught a glimpse of the trail of hair disappearing under his jeans, but it was enough to replay in your mind every night as you created your little scenarios to carry you off to sleep.Â
The scent memory was somehow worse. It was so easy to transport yourself back in time with the thought of the sweaty musk and the grease or oil smeared on his fingers. It shouldnât turn you on, right?Â
You remember thinking he seemed so knowledgeable when describing the issue. You had no idea what he was talking about, but his low voice and patience were enough to tell you he could talk you through anything.Â
You notice a few other details as you enter his sacred space today. The woodworking projects, the band posters, and the pictures with Ellie and other family members tacked to the wall over another workbench.Â
Still, no Joel, however.Â
You circle the partially disassembled project truck and see a door to another room. It would be the office if the shop were a professional business. Thereâs a window along the wall, but instead of a boss watching an employee, itâs you hoping to see that brawny man and his dark curls.Â
As you step closer, you nearly squeal. There he is. Well, at least, you can see the broad shoulders and back youâve been picturing above you in bed. You practically skip to the door. Itâs already open a crack, and you give it a knock, calling his name as it swings open from the force of your rapping knuckles.  Â
The next moment is a blur.Â
âShit, fuck, hold on!â Joel shouts gruffly as he slams the door in your face. But you already heard it. The phony wailing noises that came from the busted speaker on his phone.Â
You still face the closed door, trying to process the interaction before he wrenches the door back open. Heâs breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling, as he looks at you with wide eyes that quickly narrow.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â he barks.Â
Your hands fall to your sides, and you start to step back, ready to turn and run.Â
He catches your fear and tries to adjust, but youâre faster.Â
âSorry,â you mumble as you turn and try to dash away. Joelâs quick, too, though, and he grabs your wrist.Â
âHey, wait,â he loosens his grip when you spin back towards him, âI just didnât hear you cominâ. Wasnât expecting you.âÂ
âSorry,â you repeat, stuttering as you continue, âI-I just, uh, just wanted to say thanks for your help last week.â You stare at the floor. Unsure why youâre embarrassed, you feel so small after he saw your face and practically shouted at you.Â
âAll right,â he rumbles. Youâre too busy staring at the crack in the concrete floor to notice how his eyes are glued to your exposed skin. Or to see the blotchy red flush that crawls up his neck and toward his face.Â
But your brain starts to catch up. Joel mightâve snapped at you, but youâre the one that caught him in the act. You donât lift your head, but your eyes trail over his stained and faded jeans until youâre studying his crotch.Â
Bingo. Itâs almost too easy. You can make out the outline of his erection tucked up in his waistband. Even more glaring evidence is the open fly. You wish you had caught what he was watching. How does he like it? What does he search for when he wants to jerk off in the back office on a hot Saturday afternoon?Â
He clears his throat, and you snap your attention to his face. âWas there somethinâ you needed?â He asks.Â
âYes.â You tell him youâve got a lasagna that should get into a fridge before it reheats in the sun. He follows you toward the front door and into the house, not missing how your hips sway as you lead.Â
Once the tray is shoved into the fridge, nestled between some takeout containers, he turns to thank you. âYou didnât need to do all that,â he gruffs over the cookies and homemade meal.Â
You step back to lean against the counter, littered with mail and more coffee cups, and let yourself check him out up close. His faded Creed t-shirt has holes around the neck. Heâs got that same sweaty man musk going on, and you wish you knew why that stirred your arousal, but your pussy lacks logic.Â
âI know, I know,â you reply, âbut you really saved my ass with the car, and I wanted to do something for you. You know, some way to pay you back?âÂ
âAll right, well, thanks,â he trails off. He doesnât seem to know what else to say. Maybe you should be on your way already, but heâs not ushering you out the door.Â
This time, you do catch when his eyes drop to your chest. Thereâs no way youâre imagining the tension between you as you stand in his kitchen while he stares at your barely clothed tits, right? Fuck it. Youâre gonna go for it.Â
You take a step towards him. âI wasnât sure if it was really enough,â your voice is soft and tempting, and your sweet perfume wafts towards him like a lust potion. Joel swallows thickly as you approach.
He knows you mustâve put it together, but he tried to delude himself. Maybe you couldnât hear the theatrical screams of the woman he was watching get railed before he slammed the door in your face. He hopes all you heard was Chad Kroegerâs voice screaming, âThis time I'm mistaken
For handin' you a heart worth breakin'â from the stereo.. on the other side of the shop.Â
âYou worked so hard,â you continued with one final step, and now youâre nearly toe-to-toe in front of him. âThere has to be something else I could do.â Youâre so close to him. He forgets to respond. It takes all his power to keep his eyes on your face.Â
You have a wild urge to taste the sweat on his neck, but you keep your tongue to yourself. He hasnât made any move to encourage you, but he hasnât stopped you yet either, so you figure itâs worth taking a risk.Â
âMaybe youâve got a problem I could help you with.â You go for it, reaching your hand out to palm at the bulge in his jeans.Â
Again, too many things happen at once. Joel snaps out a âWhat?â in disbelief. His hand circles your wrist tightly. His hips jerk, involuntarily bucking into your palm. Your glossy lips part into an âoâ shape at the size of his not-quite-hard cock. And now youâre both locked into this position like statues.Â
His fingers stay firmly wrapped around your wrist, but he doesnât pull you away. Your fingers squeeze over his jeans, and your eyes flash wide as you can feel his cock twitch and stiffen at your touch. The touch that rapidly overrides your better judgment, drowning you in want. Your clit twitches itself in response, your nipples strain under your thin tank top, and your eyelids feel heavy immediately.Â
âWhat are you doing?â His voice crackles like he hadnât just used it. You slide your hand to pop the button on his jeans, and he releases your wrist as you flip it to slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers in search of his cock.Â
âLet me help,â you say in more of a whispered tone. The searing heat between Joelâs legs makes you salivate. Your fingers graze coarse curls before you acquire your target, wrapping your palm and fingers around his thick shaft. His size has your cunt throbbing in your shorts.Â
Joelâs eyes are squeezed shut. He looks nearly in pain. You pull your hand back out to let the pool of saliva on your tongue drip into your palm.Â
âJesus,â he breathes out, watching your lewd maneuver. âYou wanna help?â He repeats your plea in the form of a question, a little dumbfounded. Heâs trying to figure out whatâs happening right now.Â
âI do,â you answer in a honeyed voice as you dig your hand back into his pants. Heâs unable to respond with words as you swirl your palm over the head of his cock, mixing saliva and precome, but his body eggs you on. He bucks into your fist, and you work quickly, pumping his throbbing length. The slick noises are muffled by the layers of clothing, but the grunts that catch in his throat shoot piping-hot desire straight into your core.Â
He looks a little desperate, eyes slammed shut again, jaw slack, arms hanging uselessly at his side. And for god knows why, the entire scene pulls a moan from your lips. The sweet sound snaps Joel back to attention. His hands shoot straight to your breasts, cupping them gently to feel them bounce against the motion of your arm wrestling with his jeans to keep stroking his cock.Â
Theyâre so close to spilling over your tank top on their own. Joel canât resist tugging the thin material until they spill over the top. The sight alone nearly has him coming in his pants. But then you moan so loudly when he squeezes them both and pinches at your nipples, and he really canât stop.Â
âFuck, fuck, wait,â he spits out, but itâs too late. His hips jerk erratically, thrusting into your slick fist, and heâs coming. It coats your hand and wrist and makes an absolute mess. You relax your grip when his whole body seems to shudder and gently remove your hand. He tries to choke his groan of frustration before it surfaces, but he immediately pauses his shame spiral when he sees you suck your come-coated fingers one by one.Â
âGod, thatâs so fucking hot,â you tell him. At the same time, heâs muttering curses at the sight of you. Youâre feeling a little giddy that all it took was your hand and showing your tits to have Joel losing control and spilling his load for you. It has your mouth curling into an impish grin.Â
Heâs got the sight of you half topless in his kitchen, licking your fingers, looking awfully proud of yourself, etching into his memory. Before the blood can return to his brain, he grabs you tightly by the ribs and walks you backward towards the counter. He lifts you onto it and wrenches open your shorts, yanking at them as you lift your hips so he can slide them off of you and drop them onto the kitchen floor.Â
Yes! Yes! Yes! The horny little goblins in your brain shriek and chant, incited by the rough and impulsive way Joel gropes at you. Itâs barbaric, and that delights you.Â
Sitting on the counter, you give him such perfect access to put his mouth on your breasts that he forgets what he was going to say. He mouths at each of them wetly, his beard tickling you as heâs busy sucking marks into your delicate skin. He sucks and bites at your strained nipples until your loud whines turn into a sharp gasp, and he pulls back.Â
The heavy-lidded look on your face has him diving back in for more, and you groan and arch into his touch. You rake your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and tug at him. He grunts and moans into your skin, and it drives you wild. You need to feel him closer.Â
You grab the worn cotton on his shoulders until he lets you slip the shirt over his head and drop it onto the counter next to you. It gives you the briefest moment to take in the sight of his built chest and shoulders and softer midsection with that trail of hair you had memorized. You need to taste the salt on his skin.Â
Spreading your legs wider, he slots his hips against yours at the edge of the counter, and you run your tongue along his neck. You slide one of your hands down the smooth golden skin of his shoulder, and the other nestles back in his messy curls as his mouth finds yours.Â
He tastes like cheap coffee and the peppermint nicotine gum parked above his teeth along the left side of his mouth. You know itâs wrong that you canât get enough. But you're helpless when he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you mindlessly roll your hips, seeking any relief.Â
Heâs grumbling in your ear about how it seems like you need help now, but you couldnât care less about the words coming out of his mouth. His deep voice alone could get you off. You let out an uninhibited whine at the thought.Â
âJesus Christ,â he pulls back. His head hangs, staring at the floor. He shakes it in what you assume is disbelief. You donât want to wait for him to think any further. You grab his hand, pulling it between your legs.
âReally, fucking, hot.â You echo your earlier declaration. Doing your best to sound assertive. You figure at least your soaked panties will prove your point.Â
âFuck,â he stifles a groan. Youâre so wet it coats his fingertips through the thin material. He nudges his fingers into you, over your panties, and you whimper for him. The fabric sticks to you and makes an obscene sound as he toys with you for only seconds. âOh, you do need my help. Hm?âÂ
You nod, spreading your legs wider for Joel to have access. He scoffs at you, displayed eagerly atop his kitchen counter. âJust desperate for me, arenât ya?â
You snap your legs back shut with a glare.Â
âNo way,â you press, jabbing a finger into his chest, âyou donât get to laugh at me like Iâm a slut for you when you just came in your pants for me.âÂ
His nostrils flare, and blotchy red patches creep up his neck again. You arenât sure what kind of bear youâve just, quite literally, poked.Â
âBut you are, arenât you?â He challenges. âYou came all this way in this excuse for a shirt, just for me.âÂ
He wedges his hand back between your closed thighs, and you relax just enough to let him work his way back to your core. Your breathing gives you away when it hitches and stutters as he traces his fingers along the hem of the fabric between your legs. You let your legs fall a little wider apart, and he sinks a finger beneath the hem and right inside of you to the knuckle.Â
A whiny noise rolls in the back of your throat.Â
âShh,â he sinks a second finger inside of you, and your muscles spasm and contract, âthatâs better, hmm?â He slowly pulls his fingers almost all the way out and then plunges them back in. He repeats this, and your core tenses as you writhe for him.Â
âYou need more?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âYeah, you do.â He adds a third finger, and the slight stretch makes you hum.Â
âYou just need to be filled up, hm?â He teases you. Awfully confident now for a guy you just caught watching porn on his phone in a grimy back office in the middle of the afternoon.Â
But your noises and impatient movements spur him on. His sticky cock is filling out his jeans again. He nearly drools at the thought of the wet walls of your cunt, currently wrapped around his fingers, sliding over his cock instead. He knows you want it, too.
âDonât you?â He asks like you could read his mind.
âHm?â You hum absently. Empty headed. Youâre still taken by the entire pulpy, messy scene.Â
Reveling in the vulnerability of being spread open on his cluttered counter as youâre both half-dressed and panting in the otherâs hot breath. Any semblance of the lightness of your mood is quickly replaced with a blinding need. His fingers work into you, making obscene sounds, and then you add your own fingers. Circling your swollen clit just as he lets you in on his vision.Â
âYou wanna bounce on my lap. Fill this pussy with my cock.âÂ
âYes,â you hiss as you hover at the edge.Â
âYeah, thatâs it,â he watches your fingers working deftly over your swollen clit. The encouragement tips you over. Your body jolts erratically as you contract around his fingers, and bright sparks of pleasure course through you.Â
âYeah, youâre gonna ride me like fuckinâ champ,â he decides. You pull at his wrist when you start to feel overwhelmed, and he slides his wet fingers over your soft inner thigh. Heâs ready to grab you and carry you to the couch when both of your heads snap to attention at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway.Â
âShit,â he grumbles, looking for the clock on the stove before he remembers itâs definitely not set to the right time. You move nimbly, shimmying into your shorts, snapping your straps back over your shoulder, and brushing your hair out of your face.Â
âHey, wait,â he calls for you, but youâre on the move.Â
âLet me know when I can pick up the baking dish,â you call over your shoulder. Luckily, Joelâs next guest seemed to know him better. They were off to search the shop first, so you didnât collide with anyone before you got to your car. Joel stayed locked in the kitchen, catching his breath while you started to pull away. He didnât see that you stole his dirty Creed shirt off the counter before you skipped out the door.Â
When you grab it later to wear to bed, a naughty little smile tugs at the corners of your lips. When you pull the worn fabric to your nose to inhale deeply, you wonder if itâs one of those weird pheromone matches or something because youâre sure the sweaty man musk should be wrinkling your nose.Â
Instead, it makes you think of his big arms and chest filling out the shirt. And how his shoulder and back muscles ripple under his sun-bronzed skin. What theyâd look like coated in a sheen of salty sweat as he railed you, bent over his workbench, under the watchful eye of the calendar model and her flirty smize.Â
The image has you interrupting your own scenarios-before-bed time. Maybe Joel needs a model from this decade. You giggle, bunching up the t-shirt to snap a tasteful shot of some underboob cleavage, with the faded Creed logo on full display.Â
You send it off with no context, figuring itâs self-explanatory. Itâs less than a minute before your phone buzzes, and you feel the intoxicating rush rip through your body before you pick it up to see just the heading on your lockscreen:Â
Joel
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also đ¤ˇđźââď¸), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 𤪠Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) đ¤ ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:Â Â
âGood.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âLong.âÂ
âMy knees are killinâ me.âÂ
âTommy did somethinâ fuckinâ stupid again.âÂ
âBetter now that Iâm home with you.âÂ
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.Â
âHey, honey. How was your day today?â You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.Â
âPretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.âÂ
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didnât drop it in shock.Â
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans.Â
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did.Â
Not even what he had done today on the job.Â
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.Â
You and Joel had always agreed that youâd wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didnât want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, youâd both know it.Â
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldnât help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.Â
Youâd brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasnât the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay. Â
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies werenât just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.Â
âAwh, really?â You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.Â
âYeah.â He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, âThe family weâre startinâ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadnât had time to work on fixinâ things.âÂ
âSo theyâre already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?â You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.Â
âCheap labor.â Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, âNah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runninâ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilinâ and laughinâ at everything.âÂ
You were glad Joelâs arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasnât, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.Â
âWell a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.â You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.Â
âYeah.â Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.Â
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out. Â
âHoney, what is it?â You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.Â
âI want one.âÂ
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI want one. A baby. I- I know itâs been a while since weâve talked about it, but Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot, and seeinâ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldnât stop picturinâ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.âÂ
If you werenât a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now. Â
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.Â
âJoel⌠Really?âÂ
âYeah, really. Nothinâ I want more. I know I ainât gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know youâll be sucha good mom, and Iâll be damned if I donât want some tiny lil versions of us runninâ around. Couldnât think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ainât talked about in a while, and if ya arenât ready yet thatâs okay but I-âÂ
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.Â
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.Â
âYou wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?âÂ
âFuck-â Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
ââCause thereâs nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.â You smirked, looking up to watch Joelâs eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ-â He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. âYou- fuck, you sure, baby?âÂ
âMhmmmm. Donât think Iâve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,â you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, âthat I think we should go make one right now.âÂ
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.Â
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.Â
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.Â
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.Â
âJesus Christ, baby girl, look at âcha.â Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. âHavenât even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlinâ?âÂ
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation. Â
âF-fuck- Itâs all for you, b-baby.â You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen.â Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. âWants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?âÂ
âP-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.â You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.Â
âI will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure youâre nice nâready for me. âCause once we start, I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill I knock you up.âÂ
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-Â
To get you pregnant. Â Â
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.Â
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.Â
âJ-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, Iâm c-close. Donât stop, please, donât stop.â You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joelâs fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.Â
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.Â
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.Â
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didnât stop.Â
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.Â
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.Â
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldnât think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.Â
âJ-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.âÂ
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joelâs cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.Â
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.Â
âPlease, what, darlinâ?â Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.Â
âNeed to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.â You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.Â
Joel couldnât help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.Â
âChrist, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take.â Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.Â
âJoel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.â You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.Â
Joelâs fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each otherâs muffled moans with each snap of Joelâs hips.Â
âYeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryinâ our kid?â Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many youâd let him give you, because fuck, heâd keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.Â
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.Â
âYes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.â You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joelâs broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joelâs heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.Â
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, I know youâre close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear tâgod, youâll be drippinâ outta me for days. So fuckinâ full that Iâll get you pregnant right now.â Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
âJoel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuckfuckfuck-âÂ
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joelâs cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.Â
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.Â
âThatâs my girl. Thatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.Â
He couldnât help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.Â
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow heâd have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasnât going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.Â
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.Â
 âJoel, baby, I love you but youâre kinda squishing me.â You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.Â
âJoel, stop! That tickles!â You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.Â
âDonât laugh so damn hard, or all my hard workâs âbout to come out!â Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.Â
âStop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think weâll be okay.â You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.Â
âBaby, I donât think Iâve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.â Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldnât contain his excitement about something. âGod, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Joel.âÂ
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre gonna make such a good mom. Iâm the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.âÂ
âJoel! Youâre gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.â You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.Â
âYeah, what a jerk, your husband tellinâ you how much he loves you.â He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joelâs face scrunch in a calculated concentration. âHow big of a crib you think I gotta make? I donât know âbout a rockinâ chair, but a crib canât be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney, I donât even know if Iâm pregnant yet, you donât need to have a crib built tomorrow.â You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.Â
âSweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill we know thereâs a baby in there.â He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, âSo you better get comfortable, âcause if itâs up to me, there ainât a chance in hell weâre gettinâ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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"Did the love affair maim you too?"
Joel miller x f!reader
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Summary: Joel doesn't like you until he loses all his memories.
w.c: 14k> (longest piece I've written and my eyes are dry)
warnings: fluff, mention of amnesia, memory loss, ANGST and angst, and more angst because I love angst. There is smut but you already know I'm bad at writing that. No proof reading, I'm lazy, sorry.
a/n: hello! I got inspired by this "memory loss" type of story. It was supposed to be a one shoot, but I had to split the whole thing so another part is more likely to happen. I know there has been some drama surrounding writers and I want to say that every single person who writes and makes an art with that is amazing! Everyone who is reading this, please give creators here your flowers. With that being said, Happy reading or not đđ Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. (come on, talk to me)
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Joel didn't used to hate women, but man, when he met you for the first time, you crawled under his skin. He had fun with you, making jokes, trying to get on your nerves. For his hell, everyone in Jackson loved you; after all, you were the nurse and the sweetheart. Always looking after everyone, always being sweet to everyone.
It was a sunny afternoon when you first arrived in Jackson, your kind demeanor and skilled hands quickly gaining the trust and admiration of the townsfolk. Joel watched from a distance with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He couldn't understand why everyone was so taken with you. To him, you seemed too soft, too gentle for the brutal world they lived in.
"Hey, Joel," Tommy called out one day, pulling Joel from his brooding thoughts. "We're heading out on patrol. You should meet the new nurse. She's something else."
Joel grunted in response, not bothering to hide his disinterest. He didn't need to meet you to know what kind of person you were. In his mind, you were just another naive newcomer who wouldn't last a week.
But fate had other plans. That very evening, a group of raiders attacked the outer perimeter. The town was thrown into chaos, and Joel found himself side by side with you, defending the walls. He couldn't help but notice your bravery and the way you handled yourself under pressure.
After the attack, as the town counted its injuries and losses, you worked tirelessly, tending to the wounded. Joel watched you, his irritation growing as he saw the way everyone fawned over you, thanking you for your care.
"Think you're some kind of hero, huh?" Joel muttered as he approached you, his voice laced with sarcasm.
You looked up at him, exhaustion evident in your eyes, but you offered a small, tired smile. "Just doing my job, Joel."
"Your job?" Joel scoffed. "You think patching up a few cuts and bruises is going to keep these people safe? This world doesn't care how sweet you are."
You met his gaze, unwavering. "And what would you have me do, Joel? Let them suffer? We're all trying to survive here, and we all have our roles to play."
Joel huffed and walked away, but your words lingered in his mind. Despite himself, he couldn't deny that you were right. Over the following weeks, Joel continued to watch you, his annoyance slowly giving way to a grudging respect. He noticed how you never backed down, how you always stood your ground, even when faced with his relentless jabs.
One day, during a particularly harsh winter storm, you and Joel were sent out on a supply run. The weather was brutal, and the path was treacherous. As the wind howled around you, Joel found himself instinctively moving closer, his protective instincts kicking in despite his irritation.
"Watch your step," he warned, his voice gruff.
You nodded, shivering against the cold. "Thanks, Joel."
As you both trudged forward, the wind picked up, and visibility dropped to almost nothing. You focused on placing one foot in front of the other, barely able to see Joel a few steps ahead. Suddenly, you heard a sharp crack and a thud.
"Joel!" you shouted, fear gripping your heart.
Rushing forward, you found Joel lying on the ground, unconscious, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. He must have slipped on the ice and hit his head on a rock hidden beneath the snow.
Panic set in, but you forced yourself to stay calm. You needed to get him back to Jackson quickly. You checked his pulse, relieved to find it steady, then did your best to bandage the wound with the supplies you had. With great effort, you managed to lift Joel and drape him over your shoulder, carrying him back through the storm.
By the time you reached Jackson, you were exhausted and freezing, but you didn't stop until you got Joel to the infirmary. The doctors took over, treating his wound and monitoring his condition.
You sat by Joel's bedside, watching him closely. Hours passed, and eventually he began to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked around, disoriented.
"Joel?" you said softly, leaning forward.
He turned his head to you, his brow furrowing in confusion. But then, a slow, almost lazy smile spread across his face. "Well, hello there, beautiful," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Did I die and wake up in heaven?"
You blink, taken aback by his words. "Uh, Joel, it's me. Do you remember what happened?"
Joel's smile didn't waver as he looked at you. "I remember everything... except meeting you before. Are you sure we haven't met in a dream?"
You glanced at Tommy, who had just walked into the room, and saw the same confusion mirrored on his face. "Joel," Tommy said cautiously, stepping closer, "do you know who I am?"
Joel's eyes shifted to Tommy, his smile fading into a look of mild frustration. "Of course I do, Tommy. You're my brother. But I'm more interested in getting to know this doll here."
Tommy exchanged bewildered looks with you. "Joel, this is⌠Ah. She's... well, you two never really got along."
Joel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? Well, I must've been an idiot then because I can't imagine not liking someone like you."
Your heart raced, unsure how to respond to this flirtatious side of Joel, the same who hours ago was trying to crawl under your skin, the same one who had rejected you all this time. "Joel, you really don't remember me at all?"
Joel shook his head, still gazing at you with that same enamored look. "Not a thing. But I gotta say, I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time, and I like what I see."
Tommy scratched his head, clearly at a loss. "This is... something else. We need to figure out what happened to his memory."
You nodded, trying to process the sudden shift in Joel's demeanor. You knew the hit on the head did something to his memory, but you didnât know how to face it. "Joel, you hit your head pretty hard. The doctors said you might have some memory loss. Maybe this is part of it."
Joel reached out and gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, if forgetting the past means I get to start over with you, I think I can live with that."
You couldn't help but blush, feeling a mix of confusion and something else you couldn't quite place. Perhaps butterflies are flying all around inside your tummy. "We'll take it slow, okay? There's a lot you need to know."
Joel's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "As long as you're the one teaching me, I'm all in."
Tommy coughed awkwardly, breaking the moment. "Alright, let's give Joel some time to rest and recover. We'll figure this out together."
You nodded, reluctantly pulling your hand away from Joel's. "Get some rest, Joel. We'll talk more later."
As you and Tommy left the room, you couldn't shake the feeling of Joel's gaze following you. Tommy put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We'll get to the bottom of this. Just... be careful. He's not the same Joel right now."
You nodded, your mind racing with the implications of Joel's memory loss and his sudden interest in you. The days ahead were sure to be challenging, but you couldn't deny the flicker of excitement at the thought of getting to know this new, more open version of Joel.
A version where he could get to know you and maybe, like, a new story waiting to be written with the both of you becoming friends, and not just acquaintances just having to tolerate each other for the communityâs sake.
The days following Joel's accident were a whirlwind of confusion and unexpected emotions dancing on your mind. Joel's flirtatious comments and affectionate demeanor were a stark contrast to the gruff, often combative man you had known before.
You had started to get used to feeling his nice demeanor towards you. You found yourself happier than before, smiling at the thought of him when you werenât with him, and he had become your last thought on your bed just before going to sleep, but you were aware his condition perhaps wasnât permanent and he was going to recover his memories of you, so you didnât want to take advantage of that, nor did you want to fall for Joel, not when the fear of him waking up one day and hating you as usual was a threat.
His recovery was slow but steady, and you spent a lot of time by his side, helping him piece together the fragments of his memory. Every interaction felt like walking on fire, with Joel's behavior making your heart flutter and your mind racing at thousand miles per hour.
As you were changing the bandage on his head, Joel watched you with a soft smile. "You know, you have the gentlest touch. It's like you're an angel sent to take care of me."
You blushed, avoiding his gaze. "I'm just doing my job, Joel. Making sure your pretty head heals properly."
Joel reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're more than just a nurse to me now. I don't know what it is, but I feel this connection with you. Like we're meant to be."
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "Joel, a few days ago I was nothing to you. You donât remember me, so please just focus on getting better."
Joel's expression softened; his eyes filled with earnestness. "I get it, but I can't help how I feel. This connectionâit's real to me, even if I don't remember our past."
You bit your lip, feeling a mix of frustration and affection. "Joel, you're vulnerable right now. Your mind is trying to make sense of everything, and it's confusing. We need to take things slow."
Joel nodded reluctantly, his hand lingering near your cheek before he pulled it back. "I trust you. Just know that I'm here, and I want to get to know you, past or no past."
You gave him a reassuring smile. "One step at a time, okay? Let's focus on getting you back on your feet first."
Just then, Tommy walked in, carrying a tray of food. He cleared his throat, causing you to step back from Joel. "Brought you some lunch, big brother. Howâre you feeling?"
Joel's eyes lit up at the sight of his brother. "Thanks, Tommy. I'm feeling better every day. And with this sunshine here, it's hard not to feel good."
Tommy gave you a knowing look, his concern evident. "Glad to hear it. Mind if I have a word with you outside?" he asked, looking towards you.
You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "Of course, Tommy."
As you stepped outside the room, Tommy closed the door behind you, his expression serious. "How are you holding up?"
You sighed, crossing your arms. "It's... complicated. Joel is so different now. He's kind, attentive, and he seems genuinely interested in me. But he doesn't remember our pastâhow much we clashed."
Tommy nodded, his face lined with concern. "I can see how that would be confusing. But you have to be careful. This might just be his way of coping with the memory loss. He's latching onto the one constant he has right nowâyou."
You looked down, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I know. I'm trying to keep my distance, but it's hard. He's... he's different, Tommy. And I can't deny that I'm starting to care for him."
Tommy placed a hand on your shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. "I get it. But you need to remember that his memory might come back, and when it does, he could revert to the Joel we knew before. You have to protect yourself, too."
âAm I that unlovable?â you sighed.
Tommy's expression softened, and he shook his head. "No, you're not unlovable. Far from it. But the Joel we knew before... he had his walls up, and you know how stubborn he can be. If his memory comes back, he might go back to those old habits, those old defenses."
You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I understand. It's just... complicated."
Tommy gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Just take it slow. Don't rush into anything, and remember to take care of yourself too. You suffered a lot before arriving here."
You managed a small smile. "Thanks, Tommy. I needed that."
Tommy smiled back. "Anytime."
Returning to Joel's room, you found him sitting up, his eyes lighting up as you walked in. "Hey, everything okay?"
You nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just had a chat with Tommy."
Joel's expression became thoughtful. "You know, I'm really grateful for everything you're doing for me. I can't imagine what it must be like, dealing with me like this."
You sat down beside him, taking a deep breath. "It's not easy, Joel, but it's worth it. You're worth it."
Joel reached out, taking your hand in his. "You know, even though I don't remember everything, I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time. And I like what I see."
Your heart raced, and you struggled to keep your emotions in check. "Joel, we need to take things slow. Focus on your recovery first."
Joel nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I understand. But I can't help how I feel."
He has repeated the same phrase as before, and you couldnât help but feel yourself diving into a deep ocean for him.
You squeezed his hand gently. "One step at a time, okay?"
Joel's eyes held a determined glint. "One step at a time."
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Jackson settlement as you walked briskly toward the main gate, your medical bag slung over your shoulder. You spotted Joel waiting for you, his arms crossed and a scowl already etched on his face.
"You're late," he growled as you approached.
You rolled your eyes. "I'm five minutes late, Joel. I had to take care of a kid with a fever."
Joel grunted, clearly unimpressed. "We have a schedule for a reason. Being late puts us at risk."
"Don't lecture me about risk," you shot back, your patience wearing thin. "I know the dangers out there just as well as you do."
Joel's eyes narrowed. "Do you? Because sometimes it feels like you're too soft for this world. Always stopping to help every stray animal and sick kid."
"Excuse me for having a heart," you snapped. "Not everyone wants to live like a damn machine."
"Having a heart can get you killed," Joel retorted, his voice rising. "Out there, you need to be tough. Focused."
"And maybe if you lightened up a bit, people wouldn't be so scared of you," you shot back, your frustration boiling over.
Joel took a step closer, his jaw clenched. "I don't care if people are scared of me. I care about keeping them safe. And you, with your bleeding heart, make that harder."
You felt a surge of anger and hurt at his words. "You know what, Joel? Maybe the problem isn't me. Maybe it's you. Maybe you're so wrapped up in your own pain that you can't see anyone else's."
Joel's face darkened, a mix of anger and something elseâsomething like hurtâflashing in his eyes. "You don't know anything about my pain."
"And you don't know anything about mine," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. "So maybe you should stop judging me and start seeing that we're all trying to survive in this hell together."
For a moment, the two of you stood there, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. Then Joel turned away, his shoulders stiff. "Let's just get this patrol over with."
You followed him out of the gate, your heart heavy with unresolved emotions. The silence between you was thick and uncomfortable, but neither spoke. The rift between you seemed insurmountable, and you couldn't see how things would ever change.
You woke up with a pain on your neck. You had fallen asleep on a chair next to Joelâs bed where he was now lay resting, his breathing even and steady. His recovery was going well, but the emotional landscape was far more complex and you wanted to take the risk to discover it. Â
You watched him for a moment, taking a mental picture of his face, the creases on his skin, how peaceful he looked like this. feeling the weight of uncertainty and guilt within you.
In that exact moment, Joel stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, his gaze settling on you with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat. "Hey, sunshine."
"Hey," you replied softly, mirroring his smile "How are you feeling?"
Joel stretched, wincing slightly but smiling nonetheless. "Better. Thanks to you."
You couldn't help but smile back, the tension easing a bit. "Just doing my job, Joel."
His eyes softened as he looked at you. "You're doing more than just your job. You've been taking care of me, looking out for me. I appreciate it."
You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "It's what anyone would do."
Joel shook his head slightly. "No, not everyone. You're special, and I... I think Iâm starting to understand that."
You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within you. "Joel, you don't need to say that. You're still recovering, and things are confusing right now."
Joel's gaze remained steady, his expression earnest. "I mean it. There's something about you... something that's been here all along, and I was too stubborn to see it."
Your heart ached with the weight of his words, knowing how complicated the situation was. "JoelâŚâ
âDid I care about you before?â he asked, gaze locked with yours.
You shook your head âNo. Not really.â
You shook your head, feeling the sting of the truth. âNo. Not really.â
Joel looked troubled, his brows knitting together. âI find that hard to believe. Because right now, I canât imagine not caring about you.â
You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âThings were different before, Joel. We didnât get along. You were... closed off, and I guess I was just someone who got under your skin.â
Joelâs expression softened with regret. âIâm sorry. For whatever I did to make you feel that way. I wish I could remember, but all I know is that right now, I see you, and I feel... connected.â
A memory from the past surged forward, vivid and painful. It was a cold evening in Jackson, just after a particularly difficult supply run. You and Joel had been at odds all day, and the tension between you was palpable.
"Why do you always have to be so damn difficult?" Joel snapped; his voice harsh as he slammed the door behind him.
You bristled at his tone, your own temper flaring. "Maybe because you treat me like Iâm incompetent! Iâm trying my best out there, Joel. Weâre supposed to be a team."
Joel scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "A team? Youâre a liability more than anything."
The words cut deep, but you stood your ground. "Thatâs not fair, and you know it. Iâm just trying to help, like everyone else."
Joelâs face twisted with frustration. "Help? You call what you do helping? Itâs a wonder anyone here can stand you."
The hurt was immediate and sharp, but you refused to let him see how much his words affected you. "At least Iâm trying to do something good. You just push everyone away."
Joel stepped closer, his expression dark. "Maybe thereâs a reason for that. I find it hard to believe anyone could actually love you."
The silence that followed was deafening. You stared at him, disbelief and pain warring within you. Without another word, you turned and left, unable to bear the weight of his cruelty.
Back in the present, you blinked, trying to dispel the memory. Joel was watching you closely, concern etched into his features. "Whatâs wrong?"
You forced a smile, though it didnât reach your eyes. "Just... remembering something."
Joel reached out, gently taking your hand. "I wish I could remember too. So, I could make it right."
You looked down at your joined hands, the warmth of his touch grounding you. "Maybe itâs better this way.
Joel squeezed your hand gently. "A fresh start sounds good. But I still want to know everything. About us, about what I did wrong. So, I can be better."
You nodded, taking the risk and pushing your luck.
You and Joel could become friends, right?
"You and I... we could become friends, right?" you asked.
Joelâs eyes softened even more, and he smiled. "Friends sounds like a good start. We can build from there."
You felt a surge of relief. "Friends it is, then."
The days passed, each one bringing closeness between you and Joel. He had got better, slowly starting to get back to his tasks. The community noticed the change in him, how he was more open and approachable. You often found yourselves working together, whether it was on supply runs or him visiting the infirmary when you were there working.
One afternoon, you were busy organizing medical supplies when Joel walked in, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you. "Hey, need any help in here?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
You looked up, smiling back. "Joel, what are you doing here? I thought you were out patrolling.â
Joel shrugged, stepping further into the room. "Finished early. Thought Iâd come by and see if you needed a hand."
He, in fact lied. He switched places with another guy just to spend time with you again. He could feel your fear irradiating but he wanted to get to know you better. He couldnât wrap his mind around the fact he didnât like someone like you and he wanted to change that. Â
You chuckled, shaking your head. " Sure, you can help me with these supplies. There are some boxes that need to be sorted."
Joel rolled up his sleeves and joined you, his presence filling the small room with a comforting warmth. As you worked side by side, you found yourself stealing glances at him, marveling at the changes in him. He was more relaxed, more open, and undeniably more attentive.
"You know," Joel said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence, "I think I like helping out here more than patrolling."
You raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Oh? And why is that?"
Joel grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Because I get to spend more time with you."
You blushed, focusing intently on the box in front of you. "Youâre just saying that."
"No, I mean it," Joel replied, his tone sincere. "I like being around you. You make everything better."
You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. "Well, I like having you around too."
The truth was that stealing glances at him now felt like interlocking fingers without even touching his skin, there wasnât precisely a sexual tension or possessiveness over him, but a warm incandescent glow within every time he smiled at you. That was something you hadnât felt in so long, and this time felt so right yet so wrong.
You both continued to work in comfortable silence, the rhythm of your tasks interrupted only by the occasional exchange of smiles or a shared joke. The closeness was undeniable, and you could feel the lines between friendship and something more starting to blur.
One afternoon, you were out on a supply run together, scanning the area for anything useful. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the landscape. As you bent down to pick up some supplies, Joel suddenly appeared by your side, his proximity making your heart race.
"Need a hand?" he asked, his voice low and warm.
You looked up at him, finding it hard to concentrate with him so close. "Sure, thanks."
As you both worked, the conversation flowed easily. Joel's presence was comforting, and you found yourself opening up to him in ways you hadn't before.
"You know, I never really thanked you properly," Joel said, his tone serious.
"For what?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"For saving my life. For being there for me when I needed it the most," Joel replied, his eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that made your heart ache.
You shook your head, a soft smile on your lips. "You donât need to thank me, Joel. I did what anyone would do."
"Not anyone," he insisted, his gaze intense. "You went above and beyond. You always do."
You blushed, the warmth spreading through you once again. "Well, I care about you. I canât help it."
Joel's expression softened, and he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I care about you too. More than I ever thought possible."
The moment hung in the air, filled with unspoken words and emotions. You could feel the pull between you, the undeniable connection that had grown stronger with each passing day.
"Joel, this is complicated," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "We need to take things slow."
"I know," he replied, his hand lingering near your face. "But Iâm not going anywhere, but Iâm not going anywhere.â
Joel's feelings for you had grown stronger. He found himself being smitten and completely in love by you, by your beauty, your strength and your soft heart. You were everything that was good with this world. Where everything and everyone was people with shadows dying out of melancholy, you were an angel wrapping your warm arms around him, making his world brighter. He had learnt how to savor the colors again.
As you continued your days together, Joel couldn't help but find ways to be close to you. He would always volunteer to accompany you on supply runs, ensuring you were safe and cared for. He would show up at the infirmary with small gifts â a flower he found on his patrol, a cup of your favorite tea, or a book he thought you might like. His gestures were always thoughtful and sincere, each one a testament to the depth of his feelings.
Joel couldn't take his eyes off you. You were kneeling in the ground, your hands deftly cleaning something you had found, your face serene and focused. Joel felt a swell of emotion, unable to keep it to himself any longer.
"You know," he began, his voice gentle, "I used to think this world had nothing left to offer. But then I met you."
You looked up, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. "Joel..."
He knelt beside you, his hand covering yours. "You make everything better. You've brought light into my life, and I can't imagine going back to the way things were."
You felt a mixture of warmth and apprehension. His words were everything you wanted to hear, yet the uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on your heart. "Joel, this is all so new and complicated. We need to be careful."
Joel's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes full of determination. "I know it's complicated, and I know we've got a lot to figure out. But I can't ignore what I feel. I want to be here for you, with you, through everything."
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "I want that too, Joel. But we need to take it one step at a time."
He nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. "I will make you fall in love with me," he said, his voice full of determination and warmth.
You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a mix of hope and apprehension. "You're quite confident, aren't you?"
Joel chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "When it comes to you, I am."
You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words. "Let's get back to Jackson," you said, standing up and brushing off your clothes. Joel stood with you, offering a hand to help you up.
As you made your way back to Jackson, the conversation flowed easily. Joel told you stories from before the outbreak, sharing pieces of his past he hadnât opened up about before. You found yourself laughing at his anecdotes, feeling a growing sense of connection.
When you finally reached the gates of Jackson, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the community. People greeted you both warmly, noticing the change in Joel's demeanor. He was more relaxed and more present, and it was clear to everyone that you had a positive influence on him.
Tommy approached, a knowing smile on his face. "Good to see you both back safe and sound."
Joel clapped his brother on the shoulder. "It was a good run. Found some useful supplies."
Tommy nodded, then looked at you. "And how about you? Everything alright?"
You smiled, feeling the warmth of Joelâs gaze on you on your face. "Yeah, everything's good."
As the evening settled in, you and Joel made your way to the communal dining hall. The chatter of the community filled the air, and you found a spot to sit together. Joelâs hand lingered near yours, his touch reassuring and steady.
Tommy, Ellie, and Maria soon joined you at the table. Tommy was carrying a tray laden with food, Ellie trailing behind him with a mischievous grin, and Maria gave you a warm smile as she took a seat.
"Good to see you two back," Elli said, setting down the tray and passing out plates. âHow was the run?" Ellie asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"It went well," Joel replied, his gaze briefly meeting yours before he continued. "Found some useful supplies and had some good company."
Ellie smirked, elbowing Tommy. "I bet you did."
You blushed, focusing on your plate as you filled it with food. Maria, ever perceptive, glanced between you and Joel with a knowing smile. "It's good to see everyone together," she said, her tone light and warm.
As you all began to eat, the conversation flowed naturally. Tommy and Maria talked about the latest updates in the community, Ellie shared stories from her day, and Joel occasionally chimed in with his dry humor, making everyone laugh.
At one point, Ellie leaned over to you, her voice low enough so only you could hear. "Joel's been different lately. In a good way. You've been good for him."
You looked at her, surprised by her observation. "I hope so. It's been... a journey."
Ellie nodded, her expression sincere. "Just keep being you. That's all he needs."
The meal continued, filled with warmth and laughter. Joel's hand occasionally brushed against yours, sending electricity down your body.
Just as you were starting to relax, a woman approached the table, her presence causing a ripple of unease. It was Lori, one of the women Joel used to date. Joel visibly tensed, his gaze dropping to his plate as Lori stopped beside him, her smile a mix of surprise and something else you couldn't quite place.
âJoel," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "I didn't expect to see you here."
Joel looked up, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Lori. Uh, hi."
Lori glanced around the table, her eyes settling on you for a moment before she looked back at Joel. "I was just passing by and saw you all together. Mind if I join?"
Before anyone could respond, Tommy jumped in. "Sure, why not? There's always room for one more."
Lori pulled up a chair and sat down, her presence adding a layer of tension to the dynamics. Joel seemed uncomfortable; his usual confidence was replaced by nervous energy.
"So, Joel," Lori began, her tone light but probing. "How have you been? It's been a while."
Joel cleared his throat, glancing at you briefly before answering. "Yeah, it has. I've been... good. Just busy with everything here."
Lori nodded, her gaze shifting between you and Joel. "I can see that. Looks like you've made some new friends." She said, bitterly, âThe last time I knew from you was when you left my house after our night, and then you hit your head and never spoke to me again.â
The table fell silent, tension crackling in the air. Joel looked uncomfortable, his gaze dropping to his plate. You could see the guilt and confusion in his eyes as he tried to process Lori's words.
"I'm sorry, Lori," Joel finally said, his voice low. "I don't remember much from before the accident. It's been... complicated."
Lori's expression softened slightly, but the hurt in her eyes remained. "I get that. But it still stings, you know? You just disappeared."
You felt a pang of empathy for Lori but also a fierce protectiveness over Joel. "It's been hard for him,â you said gently, trying to ease the tension. "Joel's been working hard to piece things together. He's different now, and we're all just trying to move forward."
Lori glanced at you, her expression unreadable. "I can see that, but it seems like you had taken advantage of the situation; he couldnât stand your ass before his accident, and suddenly you have him like a little puppy following you everywhere.â
Your heart drops to your stomach, feeling warm spreading to your cheeks.
Joel's jaw tightened, and he quickly interjected, his voice firm. "That's enough, Lori. You don't know what you're talking about."
Lori raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "I just find it convenient, that's all."
Tommy leaned forward, his tone calm but authoritative. "Lori, we're all trying to move forward here. It's not fair to make accusations."
Ellie, always quick to defend those she cared about, added, "You weren't here to see what she did for Joel. She saved his life and has been helping him every step of the way."
Lori's gaze softened slightly, but the tension remained. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. I just needed to understand."
Maria nodded, her voice gentle. "We all get that, Lori. It's been a tough situation for everyone."
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "It's okay. "You took a deep breath before continuing. âIâll take some fresh air,â you said, standing up, not even looking down at Joel, who seemed sad at your whole dementor.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "It's okay. Iâ" you paused, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on you. "Iâll take some fresh air," you said, standing up abruptly. Avoiding eye contact with Joel, who looked sad and concerned, you made your way outside.
The cool evening air was a welcome relief, and you walked a little way from the dining hall, finding a quiet spot to gather your thoughts. You leaned against a tree, closing your eyes and taking deep, calming breaths.
After a few moments, you heard footsteps approaching. You opened your eyes to see Ellie standing there, her expression filled with concern. "Hey, you okay?"
You nodded, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I just needed a moment. That was a bit embarrassing."
Ellie walked over and leaned against the wall next to you. "Lori was out of line. You've been amazing with Joel. Anyone with eyes can see that."
âSo, donât you think Iâve been taking advantage of him?â You asked, really concerned.
âWhat are you talking about? He is the one completely enamored by you.â She replied, laughing.
Ellie laughed, shaking her head. "What are you talking about? He is the one completely enamored by you."
You sighed, leaning back against the wall. "I know, but sometimes it feels like Iâm walking on eggshells. It feels like he is going to wake up from his trance and he will hate me again."
Ellie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Listen, I've seen the way he looks at you. Heâs happier, lighter. Youâve brought out a side of him I didnât think existed. And trust me, if he didnât want this, heâd make it clear."
You took a deep breath.
âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â Ellie asked.
âMe, falling in love with him,â you answer.
âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â Ellie asked, her tone light but sincere.
You sighed, the weight of your fears pressing down. âMe, falling in love with him,â you answered quietly.
Ellie gave you a sympathetic look. "And why is that so bad?"
"Because," you began, struggling to put your feelings into words, "what if his memories come back and he realizes he doesnât feel the same way? Or worse, what if I fall in love with him and he changes back to the old Joel, the one who couldnât stand me?"
Ellie nodded, understanding. "That's a risk, sure. But you can't let fear keep you from living. You've been through so much together, and it's clear he cares about you deeply now. Maybe that won't change."
You bit your lip, the turmoil inside you reflected in your eyes. "I just don't want to get hurt, Ellie. And I donât want to hurt him either."
Ellie squeezed your shoulder. "I get it. But if you keep holding back, you'll never know what could be. Sometimes, you just have to take a leap of faith."
You let out a shaky breath, nodding. "Maybe you're right."
Ellie grinned. "Of course I'm right. Now, let's get back in there. Joel's probably worrying himself sick."
You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Okay, let's go."
As you walked back into the dining hall, you found Joel still sitting at the table, his eyes lighting up when he saw your return. He stood up as you approached, his concern evident.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just needed a breather."
Joel looked relieved, and he gently took your hand. "I'm glad you're back."
The evening continued with easy conversation, and as you all eventually made your way out of the dining hall, Joel walked beside you, his presence a comforting constant.
"Thanks for dinner," he said softly as you approached your door.
"Anytime," you replied, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. "It was nice, being with everyone."
Joel nodded, his eyes lingering on you. "It was. And I meant what I said today. Iâll make you fall in love with me.â
You chuckled softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement at his words. "You're really set on that, aren't you?"
Joel nodded, his expression serious but with a hint of a smile that made you go crazy. "I am. Because I know what I feel now, and Iâm not going to let it slip away."
You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "Joel, this is new for both of us. We need to take it one step at a time."
He took a step closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. âAm I that unlovable?â
You blinked, taken aback by his question. "What? No, Joel, you're not unlovable at all. It's just... complicated."
Joel's eyes softened, and he took your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "I get that. But I need you to know that Iâm not going anywhere. Iâll wait as long as it takes."
You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "I appreciate that, Joel. And I do care about you. A lot. It's just..."
"Scary?" he finished for you, his voice gentle.
You nodded.
Joel's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I get it. It is scary. But sometimes, the best things come from taking a leap of faith."
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "Itâs not just about taking a leap. Itâs about making sure weâre ready for whatever comes next."
Joel squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "I understand. And I'm ready to take it slow to give you the space you need. Just know that Iâm here for you, and Iâm not giving up on us."
You felt a mix of relief and trepidation, but Joel's unwavering support gave you strength. "Thank you, Joel. That means a lot to me."
He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. "Weâll figure it out, one step at a time."
You nodded, closing your eyes for a brief second, allowing yourself to savor the closeness and the promise of what might come. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Joelâs smileâa smile that made you believe in the possibility of a new beginning.
"Goodnight," he whispered, his voice tender, holding back the desire to cupp your face and kiss you.
"Goodnight, Joel," you replied, your heart fluttering, feeling the same as him.
Now standing, this close, face to face, skins touching. One of you would give in before, and once that happened, there was no going to be a way to stop two hearts beating this fast.
Joel's eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze revealing the depth of his emotions. You could see the conflict within him, the longing that mirrored your own. His hand lingered near your face, his fingers almost brushing against your skin, his breath warm and steady.
The moment felt suspended in time, the air between you charged with unspoken words and electric anticipation. You both stood there, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from each other, your hearts racing in sync.
Joelâs voice was barely above a whisper. âI donât want to push you, but I also donât want to pretend like I donât feel this.â
You swallowed, your own voice trembling slightly. âI feel it too, Joel. But we need to be careful.â
Joel nodded, his expression a mix of desire and restraint. âI know. And I want to respect that. I just...â He hesitated, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. âI donât want to miss this chance with you. Iâve never felt this way before.â
Joelâs gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, the desire and uncertainty evident in his expression. His hand gently cupped your face. His touch was tender, as if he were afraid to break the spell that bound you both.
You felt your heart race, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. Joelâs fingers brushed softly against your cheek, and you could see the struggle in his eyes as he fought to keep his emotions in check. His breath grew shallower, and his eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring the closeness.
Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, a whisper of warmth and affection that sent a shiver down your spine. The moment felt both exhilarating and comforting, the culmination of all the unspoken words and feelings that had been building between you.
You responded instinctively, your lips moving softly against his. The kiss deepened gradually, a sweet exploration of new and uncharted territory. His hands moved to frame your face, his touch firm yet gentle, as if he were cherishing every second of this newfound closeness.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding. The kiss had been more than just a physical connection; it was a promise of something more, something that neither of you fully understood yet but were both eager to explore.
Joelâs smile was tender and full of warmth. âIâve wanted to do that since I woke up that day at the infirmary,â he admitted softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at his confession. His words made your heart flutter even more, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"I'm glad you did," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling the same way."
Joel's smile widened, and he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. "I didnât want to rush things or push you. But now... now that weâve shared this, I hope we can figure things out together."
You nodded, feeling a surge of hope and warmth. "I think we can. I want to see where this leads."
He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "No pressure, just... being here with you."
You smiled, feeling a sense of calm and excitement. "I would like that.â
Joel nodded; his expression full of affection. "Good. Now, how about we get some rest? Tomorrow's a new day, and I want to spend it with you."
You felt a burst of warmth at his words and, inspired by the new closeness between you, you hesitated for just a moment before speaking up. âHow about we go inside for a bit? Iâve got some tea. It might be nice to relax and talk more.â
Joelâs eyes lit up at the invitation, and he nodded with a smile. âThat sounds perfect.â
You led the way to your house, the familiar surroundings now feeling different with Joel by your side. Once inside, you made your way to the kitchen and began preparing the tea. Joel watched you with an easy smile, clearly content.
As you waited for the water to boil, you and Joel chatted about lighter topicsâhow his recovery was going, plans for the community, and small anecdotes from your days. The conversation flowed easily, and the atmosphere between you was comfortable and warm.
When the tea was ready, you poured two cups and handed one to Joel. He took it with a grateful smile, his fingers brushing against yours. You both settled into a cozy corner of your living room, the soft light of a lamp casting a gentle glow around the room.
Joel sipped his tea, his gaze occasionally meeting yours. âThis is nice,â he said softly. âThank you for inviting me.â
Joel looked around your living room, the peaceful ambiance a stark contrast to the harsh world outside. He took another sip of his tea, then turned his gaze back to you. âYou know, before all this, I had a pretty normal life. A family, a daughter named Sarah. She was... everything to me.â
His voice carried a tinge of sadness, and you could see the pain in his eyes. You nodded, sensing the weight of his memories. âIâm sorry, Joel. I canât even imagine.â
Joelâs expression was somber but grateful. âThanks. She was everything. When the outbreak happened, she... she didnât make it. Itâs been hard, you know? Trying to keep going and make sense of it all.â
You felt a pang of sympathy for him, knowing how devastating such a loss could be. âI understand. I lost my fiancĂŠ in a storm during the outbreak. We were caught outside, and he was... gone before I could do anything.â
Joelâs eyes softened with empathy. âThatâs so tough. Iâm really sorry you went through that.â
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your own memories. âIt was the storm that made me afraid of them. Every time the weather changes, it reminds me of that day. I try not to let it control me, but sometimes, itâs hard.â
Joel reached out, placing his hand gently on yours. âIâm sorry youâve had to deal with that. Itâs brave of you to face it every day.â
You looked at his hand on yours, feeling a comforting warmth from his touch. âItâs been a struggle, but having people like you around makes it a little easier.â
Joel nodded, his gaze steady. âWe all have our battles. But weâve found ways to keep moving forward. And maybe together, we can make those battles a little less daunting.â
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The days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Joel grew stronger. The bond you shared was evident in the way you looked at each other and the ease with which you interacted. People in Jackson had noticed the change in both of you, and there was a sense of warmth and contentment surrounding your partnership.
One afternoon, as you were working in the infirmary, organizing supplies and checking on patients, Joel walked in. He had that familiar, easy smile on his face, and his presence was a comforting one amidst the hectic pace of the medical work.
âHey,â he said, leaning against the doorway. âThought Iâd stop by and see how youâre doing.â
You looked up, your face lighting up at the sight of him. âHey, Joel. Just busy as usual. Howâs everything on the patrol?â
Joel shrugged, walking over to where you were working. âNot too bad. But I figured Iâd come by and keep you company. I know youâve been spending a lot of time here.â
You nodded, your smile softening. âYeah, Iâve been needed here more often lately. But itâs good to see you.â
Joel moved closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. âIâve missed you. Itâs different when youâre not around.â
You felt a surge of affection at his words. âIâve missed you too. But this is important. People need help, and I want to make sure Iâm here for them.â
Joel nodded, understanding in his eyes. âI get it. Just remember to take care of yourself too. Iâd hate to see you running on empty.â
You chuckled, appreciating his concern. âIâll try. But having you here now brought a smile to my face.â
He smiled, his gaze lingering on you. âWell, Iâm glad to be here. Can I help with anything?â
You thought for a moment, then nodded. âActually, if you could help me restock some of these supplies, that would be great.â
Joel moved closer, his hand gently brushing against yours as he began helping with the supplies. The shared task created a comfortable silence between you, with only the soft sounds of organizing supplies filling the space.
As you worked side by side, Joelâs gaze lingered on you with an intensity that made your heart race. Without warning, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a tender, affectionate kiss. The kiss was a sweet proof the connection you shared, and you responded with equal tenderness, savoring the closeness.
Just as the kiss deepened, the door to the infirmary swung open, and Dr. Ramirez walked in. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of you and Joel but quickly masked her surprise with a professional smile.
âSorry to interrupt,â she said, her tone warm but slightly teasing. âI came to check on things and see if you needed any help.â
You and Joel pulled away; a bit flustered but smiling nonetheless. âWe were just finishing up,â you said, trying to sound casual. âEverythingâs in order.â
Dr. Ramirez nodded, her gaze flicking between you and Joel with a knowing look. âAlright, if you need anything, just let me know.â
As she moved to her office, you glanced at Joel, your cheeks still slightly flushed. âWell, that was embarrassing.â
Joel chuckled, his hand still resting lightly on yours. âYeah, but I guess itâs a good thing everyone know youâre my girl.â
You looked up at Joel, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I suppose it is. Itâs nice to be able to be open about us."
Joelâs expression softened; his gaze warm. âIt is. And Iâm glad we donât have to hide anymore.â
You squeezed his hand gently, feeling a sense of contentment. âMe too. It makes everything feel more real, more... solid.â
Joel nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. âDo you want to have dinner at my place?â he asked.
You looked up at Joel, a smile spreading across your face at the thought of spending more time together. âDinner at your place sounds wonderful. Iâd love that.â
Joelâs face lit up with a warm smile. âGreat. Iâll make sure to have something good ready for us.â
You both made your way to Joelâs place, the evening air cool and crisp. The walk was filled with easy conversation and shared laughter, a comforting routine that had become a cherished part of your days.
When you arrived at Joelâs house, he opened the door and gestured for you to enter. The interior was cozy, with soft lighting and a welcoming atmosphere. He led you to the kitchen, where a simple but inviting dinner was laid out on the table.
Joelâs cooking was surprisingly good, and as you enjoyed the meal together, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothingâyour favorite memories, plans for the future, and the little things that made you both laugh.
After dinner, you moved to the living room, where Joel had set up a comfortable spot with blankets and pillows. You both settled in, the atmosphere relaxed and intimate.
Joel looked at you with a soft smile. âIâm really glad youâre here.â
You snuggled closer to him, feeling a deep sense of contentment. âMe too. Tonight has been perfect.â
He wrapped his arm around you, his touch warm and reassuring. âHereâs to many more nights like this.â
You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. âIâd like that.â
As the evening wore on, you both talked about your past experiences and shared stories from before the outbreak. Joel spoke about his life before everything changedâhis family, the dreams he had, and the struggles he faced. You shared your own experiences, including the loss of your fiancĂŠ and the challenges of adapting to this new world alone.
Joel listened intently, his hand occasionally brushing against yours as if to reassure you. âItâs amazing how much weâve both been through,â he said softly. âAnd yet, here we are.â
You nodded, feeling a deep connection. âYeah. It feels like weâre building something meaningful despite everything.â
After some time, you both decided it was time to call it a night. You stood up, stretching slightly as you gathered your things. Joel walked with you to the door, his presence a comforting constant.
As you reached the door, Joel hesitated for a moment, then gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving. He looked at you with a mix of hesitation and hope in his eyes. âI was wondering⌠would you like to spend the night here? Itâs been nice having you around, and Iâd love to have you stay.â
You looked at him, surprised but touched by the invitation. The warmth in his eyes and the sincerity of his voice made it hard to resist.
âIâd like that,â you said softly, a smile spreading across your face.
Joelâs expression brightened, and he pulled you into a gentle hug. âGreat. Letâs get you settled in.â
Joel led you to his bedroom, a space that felt both lived-in and welcoming. The room was simple but comfortable, with a bed covered in worn but clean linens and a few personal touches that spoke to Joelâs characterâphotos of his family, a well-loved guitar leaning against the wall, and a small stack of books on the bedside table.
He gestured to the bed with a slightly sheepish grin. âSorry, itâs not much, but itâs home.â
You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance. âItâs perfect.â
Joel nodded, his expression softening. âIâm glad you think so.â
You both prepared for bed in comfortable silence, the familiarity of the routine helping to ease any lingering tension. Joel showed you where you could find anything you might needâextra blankets, a lamp for reading, and a small cabinet for any personal items you might want to keep nearby.
As you both settled into the bed, Joel turned off the lights, leaving only a soft glow from a nightlight on the dresser. He slipped under the covers, and you followed suit, the warmth and comfort of the bed providing a welcome respite from the dayâs events.
Joel turned toward you, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. âIâm really glad youâre here,â he said softly, his voice tender.
You smiled, feeling a sense of peace as you settled closer to him. âMe too. It feels right.â
He reached out and gently took your hand, interlocking your fingers. The simple gesture was filled with meaning, and you could feel the connection between you growing stronger.
âGoodnight,â Joel whispered, his voice carrying a note of affection.
âGoodnight,â you replied, your heart fluttering with contentment.
A few days later, you and Ellie were seated at a table in the bustling dining hall, enjoying a well-deserved lunch. The room was filled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of utensils, creating a comforting background noise.
Ellie, always full of energy, was animatedly talking about a new comic sheâd found. âYou wonât believe this,â she said, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin, âbut this one hero has the power to control weather. Iâm telling you, if I had that power, Iâd totally make it sunny all the time.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âSounds like youâve been reading too many comics. But I suppose a bit of sunshine wouldnât hurt.â
Ellie grinned, grabbing a bite of her sandwich. âTrue, true. But, seriously, how are things going with Joel? You two seem... really happy.â
You smiled, feeling a warm flush at her question. âWe are. Itâs been nice, spending time together. Heâs been really supportive, and I think weâre figuring things out.â
Ellieâs eyes lit up, clearly pleased with your answer. âIâm glad to hear that. Heâs been a lot happier since you two started spending more time together. Itâs like heâs found a new spark.â
You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. âItâs been good for both of us. Weâre still taking things one step at a time, but it feels right.â
Ellieâs expression turned thoughtful. âI know itâs been rough with everything thatâs happened, but itâs nice to see people finding happiness again. Especially you and Joel.â
You appreciated Ellieâs support and her ability to lighten the mood. âThanks, Ellie. That means a lot.â
Ellie glanced around the dining hall, then back at you with a mischievous grin. âSo, are you guys planning any big adventures together? Or just sticking to the small stuff for now?â
You laughed softly. âWeâre sticking to the small stuff for now. Just enjoying the moments, we have together.â You paused, âIâm still a little bit scared of him waking up hating me again.â
Ellieâs eyes softened with understanding. âI get that. Itâs natural to be scared after everything youâve both been through. But youâre doing great, and Joel is different now. Heâs not going to just wake up one day and hate you.â
You sighed, a mixture of relief and lingering concern in your expression. âI hope youâre right. Sometimes, itâs hard to shake that fear, especially after everything thatâs happened.â
Ellie nodded thoughtfully. âI think you both just need to keep talking and being honest with each other. The more you communicate, the more youâll build that trust. And remember, itâs okay to have those fears. It just means you care.â
You managed a small smile. âThanks, Ellie. Itâs reassuring to hear that.â
Ellie grinned and took a bite of her lunch. âAnytime. And if you ever need someone to talk to or just need a distraction, you know Iâm here. We can have a comic marathon or something.â
You laughed, feeling the warmth of Ellieâs support. âThat sounds like a plan. Iâll definitely take you up on that.â
As you and Ellie finished your lunch, you stood up to clear your plates, the conversation easing into a comfortable silence. Just as you were about to head to the serving area, you suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around your middle, pulling you into a warm embrace. A soft, affectionate kiss was placed on your cheek, making you feel a surge of happiness and surprise.
You turned your head slightly, finding Joelâs smiling face close to yours. âHey there,â he said, his voice full of warmth and affection. âI didnât mean to interrupt, just wanted to steal a moment with you.â
Ellie watched with a grin, clearly pleased with the sight. âLooks like someoneâs got a fan club.â
You blushed slightly, leaning into Joelâs embrace. âHi, Joel. I was just catching up with Ellie.â
Joelâs gaze softened as he looked at you, his hand gently resting on your side. âI figured Iâd come and see how you were doing. Plus, I wanted to see if youâd be up for a walk later.â
You smiled, feeling content in his arms. âA walk sounds nice. Iâd love that.â
Joel nodded, his eyes twinkling with excitement. âGreat. Letâs finish up here and head out.â
You and Joel exchanged a tender glance before you both started to clear your plates. Ellie gave you both a playful nudge. âIâll leave you two to your walk. Enjoy, and remember, Iâm always here if you need me.â
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âSo?â you asked, as Joel was smiling in complete silence.
âSo what?â he asked without erasing that smile from his face.
âArenât you going to talk?â
Joel chuckled, his smile widening. âI guess Iâm just enjoying the moment. Itâs not every day I get to be this content.â
You raised an eyebrow, playfully nudging him. âOh really? And whyâs that?â
He looked at you, his gaze tender. âBecause being with you like this, just walking and talking, itâs exactly what Iâve wanted. Itâs simple and perfect.â
You smiled, feeling a warm glow from his words. âWell, Iâm glad youâre enjoying it. So, whatâs on your mind?â
Joel glanced around, taking in the scenery before meeting your eyes again. âI was thinking about how nice would be if you go to my place tonight. Ellieâs gonna spend the night with Dina and I want to spend the night with you.â
âThat sounds wonderful,â you said with a smile. âIâd love to spend the night with you.â
Joelâs face lit up with a genuine smile, and he took your hand, gently squeezing it. âGreat. I was hoping youâd say that.â He leaned and kiss you on the lips, âNo I gotta go helping Tommy, see you later, sunshineâ
You pouted, grabbing his hand before he could go anywhere âWait? That was all?â
Joel chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âI thought Iâd surprise you with the invitation, and I wanted to make sure you knew how much I enjoy spending time with you.â
You raised an eyebrow, playfully teasing. âWell, I didnât realize the evening was just an invitation and a kiss goodbye.â
Joel grinned, clearly amused. âAlright, alright. If you want more, I guess Iâll have to come up with something better.â He pulled you into another kiss, this one longer and more lingering.
You smiled against his lips as you pulled away. âThatâs more like it. But seriously, I was looking forward to spending time with you.â
Joelâs gaze softened, and he cupped your face gently. âIâm looking forward to it too. Just had to help Tommy out with something. I promise, Iâll make up for it.â
You nodded, still holding onto his hand. âIâll hold you to that. See you later, Joel.â
He gave you one last smile before heading out, leaving you with a warm feeling and the anticipation of the evening ahead.
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When you arrived at Joel's place, the sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the surroundings. Joel greeted you at the door with a welcoming smile and a quick, affectionate kiss.
"Hey, glad you could make it," he said, taking your coat and hanging it up. "Iâve got a few things planned, but we can start with something simple if youâd like."
You stepped inside, feeling the comforting familiarity of Joelâs home. âIâm sure whatever youâve got planned will be perfect,â you replied, smiling at him.
Joel led you into the living room, where heâd set up a cozy area with blankets and cushions. The room was softly lit by lamps, and the atmosphere was inviting and warm. A few candles were flickering on the coffee table, casting a gentle glow.
âI figured we could start with some dinner and then maybe just talk or something elseâ Joel suggested, his eyes reflecting the soft light.
You nodded, feeling content with the simple but thoughtful setup. âThat sounds great.â
Joel moved to the kitchen and returned shortly with a plate of homemade foodâsomething comforting and hearty. He set it down on the table, then joined you on the couch.
As you both ate, the conversation flowed easily, just like it had during your earlier moments together. You talked about your days, your plans, and even some light-hearted topics. Joelâs presence was reassuring, and you felt completely at ease.
After dinner, Joel suggested putting on some music. He rummaged through his collection, finally settling on a classic that he thought youâd enjoy. You both snuggled up under the blankets, the music playing softly in the background.
Joel occasionally glanced at you, his hand resting casually on your knee. The song played, but most of your attention was focused on the comfort of being next to him, the warmth of his touch, and the quiet contentment that filled the room.
Joel turned to you, his gaze tender. âYou know, Iâm really glad weâre doing this. Just being here with you, it feels right.â
You smiled, leaning into him. âI feel the same way.â
Joelâs hand moved to gently brush your hair back from your face. âWhatâs your biggest fear?â he asked out of the blue?
You sighed, leaving his gaze for a moment âYou waking up and forgetting you love meâ
Joelâs brow furrowed slightly at your answer, a mix of concern and curiosity in his eyes. âWhy would you think that? I donât see any reason why that would happen.â
You took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable as you shared your fear. âItâs justâŚ.you knew I told you we didnât get along before, in fact you hated me, Joel.â
Joelâs eyes softened as he listened to your concern. He took a moment before responding, his voice steady and reassuring. âI know things werenât easy between us before. And yeah, I didnât handle things the best way back then. But thatâs in the past. What matters now is how we are right now.â
He reached out and gently took your hand in his. âThe truth is, Iâve changed. And I see you differently now. I see you for who you are, and I realize how much you mean to me. Whatever those old feelings were? Theyâre gone. What we have now is real, and Iâm committed to it.â
You looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. âBut what if one day you wake up and those old feelings come back? What if something changes?â
Joel shook his head, his gaze intense and full of conviction. âI donât believe thatâll happen. Iâve come to understand how much you mean to me, and how deeply I care about you.â
He squeezed your hand gently, his expression earnest. âIâm not going to let those fears control us. Weâre building something strong, and I want to keep building it with you. Iâm here, and Iâm committed to making sure we have a future together.â
You felt a wave of relief and warmth at his words. âThank you, Joel. That really means a lot to me.â
Joel smiled softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. âIâm glad. And if you ever need reassurance, just ask. Iâm always here to remind you of how much you mean to me.â
You nestled closer to him, feeling a deep sense of comfort and closeness. The fears that had been troubling you began to fade as you focused on the warmth of his embrace and the sincerity in his voice.
Joelâs gaze lingered on yours, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and resolve. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, a careful exploration of newfound trust and affection.
As the kiss deepened, it became more passionate, conveying all the emotions and reassurances that words alone couldnât fully capture. Joelâs hand cupped your face, his touch warm and reassuring as he pressed closer.
You responded to the kiss, your own hands moving to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The kiss felt like a promise, a shared understanding of where you both stood and where you hoped to go.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads touching as you gazed into each otherâs eyes. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this moment of closeness.
Joelâs smile was soft, his voice barely more than a whisper. âI needed to do that. To show you just how much you mean to me.â
You smiled back, your heart full. âI needed that too.â
Joel gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering.
After that, everything happened in a flash. Neither of you realized when you removed your clothes, but there was too much desperation in your touch; you wanted to discover how his fingers could leave a mark on you, tracing invisible lines across your body.
He kissed you again, slipping his tongue past your lips, gasping when he felt your fingers running your fingertips across his bare chest, tracing the lines of a map leading to where you couldnât stop.
With one of your hands, you pulled him down by his neck to hold you against your lips again. Once you tasted them, you couldnât get over the taste of them over yours, and you couldnât get over the whimpers he left in your mouth.
He was hovering over you, giving you a passionate kiss. He was between your legs, exactly where you wanted him.
He pulled his lips away from yours for a moment to glance down at you. To appreciate the features of your face and the nature of your body to admire the features of your face, and the nature of your body being displayed just for him right now. You felt the crimson color rushing up to your checks and for a moment you felt embarrassed under his stare, but he smiled at you.
âYou look beautifulâ. He swallowed hard, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
His hands on your tights only increased the sparks in the place you wanted him the most, you wanted to follow the path even when you knew it was leading to a treacherous destination.
You continued kissing slowly as he caressed your thighs with his gently touch, as he wanted to worship your body and devour every single sound coming out from your mouth. He kissed you down over your neck, kissing, nipping your skin between his teeth.
And God, he loved the way you were making him feel. The fact this time was different to everything you had experiencing before. At this moment, you werenât driving for only passionate reasons, but for caring feelings for each other. You werenât in a rush and that turned him on. He was hard for you and he wanted to meet where religion was, between your thighs.
This time he was making love because he had drowned himself on your religion.
Both of you gasped aloud the moment he began to push slowly inside you. His hands reached for yours, interlocking them as he kissed you softly, muttering, "You're so beautiful like this". He was mesmerized by the way you were nervously giggling and cocking your head back in delight. He bit your neck, prompting your hands to move up to his neck, and his hands ran down your entire body without a layer of clothing on you, focusing on every thrust and diving deep to ensure he was making you happy.
You opened your eyes and stared back at him, entirely focused on you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as his hands massaged your breasts while he continued to devour your lips. Your back arched, followed by a moan against his lips. Every thrust felt so fantastic, you couldn't help but think you were in the celestial realm You could tell you were getting closer as you squeezed him and kept your gaze fixed on each other. He pushed harder, one hand caressing your cheek and the other gripping your knee to guarantee you fell apart.
The noises you made drove him insane, as he felt himself reaching the edge of the cliff. He wanted to stare at you under him as you came and with a loud gasp, he did it at the same time falling over your exposed chest, your heartbeats mingling.
You moaned softly beneath him, and Joel raised his head to look at you, flashing him a cute smile he hadn't tired of, as you kissed him on the lips.
"I love you so much," he replied, gazing at you with admiration. âIâm so in love with you.â
I love you.
Iâm so in love with you.
Those three words were echoing in the shadows of your mind. Your expression softened and you felt your blood rushing. You were sure they had had an impact on you.
âAnd I love you so muchâ you whispered back, your voice trembling slightly with the depth of your emotion.
Joelâs expression softened even further, and he brushed a tender kiss against your lips once more. The connection between you was undeniable, a blend of passion and deep affection that had grown stronger with each passing day.
You rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath you. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant in the warmth of his embrace. For a moment, everything felt perfect, and you allowed yourself to fully embrace the love and happiness you had found with Joel.
Joel gently ran his fingers through your hair, his touch soothing. âWeâve come a long way, havenât we?â
You nodded, your eyes closing as you savored the moment. âYeah, we have. And I wouldnât change a thing.â
Joelâs arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. âNeither would I. Hereâs to more moments like this, and to whatever the future holds for us.â
You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment and anticipation for what was to come. âTo us,â you agreed, your heart full of love and hope.
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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You stirred, waking up with a smile on your face. The previous nightâs intimacy and love still lingered, and you turned to look at Joel. He was sleeping peacefully beside you, a contented expression on his face.
As you watched him, you felt a surge of happiness and affection. You reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, your heart full of love for him.
But as Joelâs eyes fluttered open and he met your gaze, his expression shifted dramatically. His sparkly brown eyes filled with love, widened in horror, and a look of confusion and fear crossed his face. He pushed himself up, scrambling back slightly.
âWhat...What the fuck are you doing here?â he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and fear.
You were taken aback, your smile faltering as you tried to make sense of his reaction. âJoel, whatâs wrong?â
No. It couldnât be that, right?
Joelâs eyes were filled with a pained realization. âOh my god, you came to my house trying to seduce me into sleeping with you?â
You felt a sharp pang of pain at his words, and your heart dropped. The warmth you had felt earlier was replaced by a cold, unsettling feeling.
âNo, Joel, thatâs not what happened,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the hurt. âWeâre in loveâ
He chuckled. âIn love? Me in love with you? I could neverâ he said.
Your chest tightened, and the hurt in Joelâs words felt like a physical blow. You struggled to keep your composure, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.
âJoel, you canât mean that,â you said, your voice shaking. âLast night, you said you loved me. We shared something real.â
Joelâs expression was a mix of confusion and pain. âI donât remember saying that. Last night I was with Loriâ
Thatâs it. You were back at were you used to be.
The weight of Joelâs words hit you like a punch to the gut. You felt a mix of betrayal and heartache, as the realization sank in. The warmth and affection from the night before felt like a cruel illusion.
âSo, what? Youâre saying last night meant nothing?â you asked. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over. âYou really donât remember? You donât remember how we talked, how you told me you loved me?â
âI donât love you.â He said, sternly.
âBut Iâm your sunshineâ you sobbed.
Joelâs laughter pierced through you like a blade, and you could barely stand the weight of the realization. Each word he spoke seemed to tear away at the fabric of your heart, unraveling the dream youâd clung to so desperately.
The room felt colder, the air heavier, as you fought to control your sobs. Every touch, every shared moment that had once seemed so real was now reduced to nothing more than painful echoes of a memory that never truly existed.
He didnât remember the stealing glances, the kisses, the touches and the promises than now seemed to fade with the cruel destiny meeting the ending meant to be.
You had taken a risk at falling in love with the version of a Joel who loved you back, and he didnât exist anymore. He had faded just when he had told you he loved you.
He didnât remember falling in love with you, he didnât remember all the time you spent together, and he didnât remember loving you, but you didnât think this would hurt this much.
âJoelâ you said, pleading him to remember.
âOut.â He said, gritting his teeth. Â
You stood there, the pain in your chest almost unbearable, as Joel's harsh words echoed around you. The warmth and affection you had shared just hours before now seemed like a cruel illusion, shattered by his denial.
"Joel, please," you said, your voice trembling. "Just think about everything we shared. It was real."
Joelâs eyes were hard, and he crossed his arms defensively. âI don't remember any of it. And I can't fake feelings I don't have.â
You felt a deep, profound sadness, the weight of his words making it almost impossible to breathe. The life you had envisioned, the love you had felt, seemed to slip away like sand through your fingers.
âPlease, justââ you tried to reason with him, but the look in his eyes made it clear that any further pleading was futile.
Joelâs expression remained firm, a mix of regret and frustration. âEverything I know is that you took advantage of me.â
The sting of Joel's words cut deep, each one echoing the finality of a dream you had cherished. The accusation of taking advantage of him felt like a betrayal, intensifying the emotional agony you were already struggling with.
You took a shaky breath, trying to hold onto the fragments of your composure. "Joel, I never did that. We have somethingâ"
Joel interrupted; his voice cold. "I donât want to hear it. You need to leave. Now."
The finality in his tone left no room for argument. With a heart heavy with sorrow, you nodded, unable to find the words that might change his mind.
You were only on one of his shirts, trying to find your clothes.
You stumbled through the room, your movements disjointed as you searched for your clothes. The pain and confusion made every action feel like an immense effort. Joelâs gaze remained fixed on you, his face a mask of distant resolve.
You found your jeans, but it was crumpled and stained, and you struggled to put it on with trembling hands. The fabric felt rough against your skin, a stark contrast to the comfort you had felt just hours before. You glanced around for your other belongings, the room now feeling foreign and unwelcoming.
âI... I canât find my blouse,â you said again, your voice a whisper filled with desperation and trembling.
Joelâs eyes flicked to you briefly before he spoke with a tone that brooked no argument. âDonât worry about it. Just wear my shirt. I wonât wear it again.â His voice was cold and icy, not more softness as when they used to whisper things on your ear.
The coldness in his words made it clear that there was no room for negotiation or further conversation. You nodded numbly, the shirt you were already wearing now feeling like a heavy shroud setting your skin on fire.
As you finished dressing, you glanced around the room one last time, trying to memorize the space you were leaving behind. The sight of the room, so filled with the promise you fooled yourself onto believing.
There was an intensified the ache in your chest.
Joel stood by the door, his posture rigid as if he were bracing himself for something. His eyes didnât meet yours, focusing instead on some distant point. The silence between you was heavy with the weight of the broken bond that never existed.
As you pulled on your shoes, your heart cracked completely sank in deeper. You looked up, meeting Joelâs eyes one last time.
âJoel, Iâm sorry for everything,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âI never meant to cause any harm. I just wantedââ
Joel cut you off with a slight nod, his face still set in a hard expression. âJust go. Please.â
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat almost making it impossible to speak. The intensity of Joel's gaze, filled with a mixture of pain and indifference, made it clear that any further words would be futile.
With one last, lingering look at him and the room that just yesterday had witnessed three empty words that now didnât meant anything, you turned and made your way down the hall. Each step felt like a weight lifting off your shoulders, even as the burden of what you were leaving behind pressed heavily on your heart.
As you reached the front door, the cool morning air hit you, providing a stark contrast to the warmth you had felt just hours before. The quiet outside was a jarring reminder of the world that continued, indifferent to the personal turmoil you were experiencing.
With every step, you tried to reconcile the reality you faced with the memories of what you had thought was true, a momentary field of dreams. The pain was sharp and immediate. How would you continue life after losing another love?
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SWEET CHERRY || Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,8k
Summary: Joel takes your virginity. Gently, slowly, talking you through it.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, pwp, big not specified legal age gap, virginity loss, insecure reader, soft!Joel, soft!dom vibes, praise kink, size kink, mirror sex, f/m oral, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, aftercare. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description.
A/n: hereâs my first virginity loss fic, friends! Hope you will like itâ¤ď¸ Joel whispers âthank youâ into @milla-frenchy âs ear for beta-ingđ Dividers by @saradika-graphics đ
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Joel is waiting for you in his truck, parked a block away from your house. He told you once that you didnât want anyone to see you with an old man like himself. You kissed his scruffy cheek that time and assured him that he wasnât old. Yes, he was older than you, much much older but you were an adult, very mature for your age and also you didnât care. You loved him.
Joel is a real man, not like the silly boys who always try to pick you up. He looks like a real man, with gray patches in his stubble, his tired piercing eyes and wrinkles around them that you love to kiss so much. His body, big and broad, can easily envelop you whole like a warm cloud. The cloud usually smells like cigarettes and whiskey but you tell yourself, "he smells like a real man," and when you nuzzle his neck, that scent alone makes you soak your panties.
You hop into his truck with the happiest smile on your face, excitement and nerves swirling in your stomach. Youâre wearing a red lacy set to show him how mature you are underneath his favorite dress, white with little red cherries on it. Joel always compliments you when you wear it and makes sure to kiss every single cherry on your chest.
Today is the day Joel is going to pop your cherry. Youâre going to lose your virginity to the love of your life.
Joel greets you with a soft kiss, and while youâre a little hazy from his taste in your mouth, he starts the car.
âWhere are we going?â you ask but you donât really care. Youâd go anywhere with him.
âA motel, baby. Only the best for ya.â
You almost squeal at the idea of you two having a whole room to yourselves. You usually spend time in his truck or he drives you to the outskirts of the town, far from the prying eyes. You love it thereâ lying on the soft grass and stargazing with his strong arms wrapped around you.
Joel is a man and men have needs so you give him a handie now and then but he never makes you do anything you donât want to. Heâs a gentleman.
Heâs getting a room while youâre waiting for him outside of the reception, nervously pacing a spot at the parking lot. What if you fuck up and he sees that youâre just a silly girl, too young for him? What if it hurts too much? Youâve practiced with a toy but you know heâs much bigger.
Youâre chewing on your lower lip, widened eyes glued to the ground, and miss the moment when Joel comes up to you.
"Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart?" he cups your cheek, searching for your eyes, and you smile, enjoying the warmth of his giant palm in spite of the Texas sun, beating down on you both.
"Just a little nervous," you admit, looking up at his handsome face. Joel gives you an understanding smile and his gruff voice immediately calms you down when he says,
"Don't be, darlinâ. I'll be gentle with you. And we can stop whenever you want."
ââk,â you mumble with a nod and take a deep breath. You want it and you know, it will be perfect.
The motel room smells like cigarette smoke and old furniture but you donât mind. You donât care about its peeling off wallpaper, the flickering lights in the bathroom or the stained bedding with a pattern that looks like spider webs. Youâre staring at it with disgust on your face, wondering who would choose such an ugly cover.
Two big hands on your hips bring you back from your thoughts and move you around. Joel locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing and curious.
âYouâre so quiet today, babygirl. Sure you wanna do this?â
âYes, Joel. Please,â you reply hastily, scared heâll change his mind.
He gives you a little smile and pinches your chin between his thick fingers. His touch, his scent, his gaze, everything about him washes away your fears and worries. Heâs huge and safe and you trust him to make this day special. For the both of you.
He leans down and kisses you, his lips warm and slightly chafed, his stubble and scruffy beard rubbing your sensitive skin but youâre enjoying him too much to notice. Like a little flower you are reaching up to your only sun - him. Youâre drunk on the sensation of his tongue, licking assertively into your moaning mouth. Your pussy tingles and you feel yourself gush more and more. With Joelâs lips brushing the corner of your mouth you hear him whisper, âReady, sweetheart?â
You nod, rubbing your cheek against his and then follow him to the bed, your little hand in his, giant, warm.
Joel sits down and you stand between his spread thighs. You nervously shift on your feet under his dark gaze as he looks you up and down and bucks his hips. His bulge is huge and you swallow loudly.
âCan I take your dress off, babygirl?â
With a quiet âyesâ you turn around so he could unzip you. Youâre facing a mirror now, hanging on a wardrobe door, eyes locked with your reflection. Fear and anxiety paint your features so you take a deep breath again, not wanting to look like a scared little mouse. You want him to see you ready for what you two are about to do.
You giggle when Joelâs knuckles graze your soft skin, tickling you, gliding down along your back as your body erupts in goosebumps. Joel acknowledges your reaction with a soft chuckle and then his warm lips press to your exposed waist. You smile, helping him take your dress off.
âFuck,â Joel mumbles as you turn around to face him, âIâm sorry, darlinâ,â he apologises for the cursing as his obsidian eyes are gliding over your body, wrapped in the red lace as if youâre a present gifted to him. âYouâre making my head spin. Are ya wearinâ it for me, baby?â
You reply with a shy âyesâ and he groans, palming himself.
âNaughty girl. Killing me over here,â he fake complains, wetting his lower lip.
His lustful gaze, barely noticeable shaking of his gruff voice, his bulge growing in his jeansâ all the signs of his desire make your heart sing and core burn with need.
âPlease, Joel.â You press your thighs together, desperate for any pressure, and he nods,
âYes, babygirl, I know, I know. Letâs make you feel good.â
His palms placed on your hips turn you around, so youâd face the mirror again, and he pulls you down on his lap. You bite your lip, when his stiffness twitches under your left asscheek, and take a sharp breath, being reminded of how huge his cock is. Will you be able to take him?
As if reading your mind, Joel rasps against your shoulder,
âIâm big, honey, but ainât nothing to worry about. We gonna get ya ready, yeah?â
âYes, Joel, I trust you.â
ââs good, babygirl. Jusâ relax and let me do the work.â
You whimper, imagining âthe workâ heâs about to do. With a hum Joel places his hands on your inner thighs and spreads them apart. You lift your head from his hands to the reflection of you two in the mirror. Youâre sitting on his lap, so small in comparison with his huge frame. Heâs nuzzling the crease of your neck, and your nipples perk up under the thin fabric of your bra. His scent, his body make your pussy melt into your panties and your fear youâre going to soak them through and stain his jeans.
Your gasp breaks the silence in the room when you see and feel his hand slither to the apex of your thighs. With one arm wrapped around your waist, Joel cups your clothed pussy with the other hand and you breathe out his name.
âYes, sweetheart, Iâm right here. Fuck, ya soaked.â He gently sucks on your neck, stroking your seam with his thumb through a red lace, covering your pussy. You mewl and wriggle in his lap impatiently and he growls, when his cock twitches under your ass.
âShh, Iâve got you, baby.â
His thumb slides under your panties and he pulls the gusset to the side exposing your wet folds to his and your eyes in the mirror.
Heâs never gone that far, never seen you like this and your whole body vibrates with a heady mix of excitement and nerves. Your cheeks burn as embarrassment adds to all the emotions that are swirling in your stomach. Youâve never been that exposed for anyone, no one has ever witnessed your wet desire, coating your folds. As if sensing your discomfort Joel starts whispering words of reassurance in your ear, his gaze set on your glistening cunt in the mirror.
âLook at this pretty pussy, fuck, sheâs beautiful. Youâre beautiful, sweetheart.â
You whine, trying to close your legs but he stops you, his hand pressing on your inner thigh, rubbing your skin there.
âSheâs crying for me, see? My cockâs cryinâ for her too. And Iâll make her feel good, baby. Gonna make her drool even more.â
You nod, fluttering your eyes shut at the sensations of his thick fingers grazing your hardening clit just barely. Suddenly Joel slightly bites on your earlobe and rasps,
âOpen your eyes, babygirl. Want you to see how Iâm gonna make you come.â
You do what he says and see the hand rise up from your belly to your chest and he pulls your bra down, exposing your breasts. He groans at the sight of your pebbled nipples and kneads your tit with his warm palm.
The other hand returns to your soft pussy and he starts stroking your twitching clit with his thumb.
Heâs playing you like his guitar, making you sing for him with a calloused pad of his finger, brushing over your bud up and down, up and down, like itâs a string of his favorite instrument, at the same time twitching your nipples. His movements are slow and gentle but precise and determined, and youâre reduced to a moaning crying mess in a matter of seconds.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ ,â youâre begging, barely breathing, lips brushing his scruffy cheek. You canât watch him and you in the mirror anymore, itâs too much for your mind, for your eyes. You try to pace yourself, nuzzling his face.
âYes, baby, Iâll make you come, soon. So soon,â he replies to your pleas as his tongue licks your lower lip and you open your mouth, letting him in. Heâs kissing you passionately as he shifts his hand a little, making his fingers cover your sopping hole while his thumb is playing with your clit.
Joel traces your entrance with his middle finger and then slowly pushes it in. You gasp at the sensation and your walls clench hard around it, as heâs inserting it to the knuckle.
âAlready warm and wet. Good girl.â
You dare to glance in the mirror and you see him plunge his digit in and out of your tight weeping hole, slowly, with a steady rhythm.
âHave ya been practicing like I asked you, babygirl?â
âYes,â you reply with your brows pulled together and mouth slightly opened.
âYeah, I see that,â he smiles into your cheek, âya taking me well. We can add another one.â
As soon as he says it, his index finger joins the middle one in your slicked up channel and you feel the stretch, though it burns just a little, and you smile with relief.
Joel continues fingering you, and, to your horror, you hear squelching sounds, coming from your pussy. The pleasure is growing but you mewl with embarrassment, âOh, no.â
Joelâs quick to comfort you, whispering in your ear,
ââs a great sound, babygirl. Means sheâs ready for me. All this juice gonna help me slide right inside ya.â
You nod and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Your eyes flutter shut as his movements take you higher with every pump. Everything disappears, whatâs left is only you and him, his fingers in your pussy, his broad chest at your back, his thick cock pulsating under your ass. You're so gone with ecstasy, that you donât notice the third finger inserted into your widening hole.
âGonna make you come now, sweetheart,â Joel gruffs and curves his fingers. He starts shaking his hand, not moving his digits in and out but keeping them hooked into your pussy, making vibrations with his hand. Heâs hitting your clit with the heel of his palm and soon you unravel, crying and shaking so hard he has to keep you on his lap, holding you with his strong arm wrapped around your torso. Your face is twisted in euphoria but you donât see it, your surroundings morph into a burst of fireworks behind your eyelids. Of course you had good orgasms before but never such a hard one.
Joel hums with satisfaction, kissing your temple, your cheek, your half opened lips, mumbling,
âThatâs my girl⌠yeah, câmon⌠god, sheâs squeezing me hard⌠perfect little pussy.â
Heâs embracing you tight through the aftershocks and when you finally still, he cups your sloppy cunt and holds it, keeping it warm as his whole body slightly sways from side to side. The motion is lulling you to sleep. Pleasant tingling in your body, his arms, which are giving you comfort, his heart, beating with a steady rhythm against your back, all of it makes your eyes close and you fall into darkness.
Joel wakes you up with a kiss on your lips as if youâre his Sleeping Beauty. Youâre lying on the motel bed and your Prince Charmingâs hard cock is poking your thigh. Joel got undressed while you were out and as you sit up, rubbing your eyes, you canât help but ogle his tan chest with dark hair, gray patches here and there, his broad shoulders, his soft belly and a gorgeous cock. Itâs long and thick and your pussy clenches with a mixture of fear and arousal. His red wet tip makes you want to wrap your lips around it but youâre too shy to ask.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you mumble. âHow long was I asleep?â
âDonât worry. Just a few minutes. And my eyes are over here,â Joel says with a chuckle and you realize that youâve been talking to his cock the whole time. You smile, raising your eyes to his, feeling your cheeks heat up and he rubs your shoulder,
ââs ok, sweetie. You can look.â
He brings his hand to his bobbing member and gives it a few pumps. You see a clear drop of precum bead and involuntarily lick your lips.
He notices it and smirks, âoh, baby.â
You get bold and ask with your eyes only, they dart from his cock to his eyes.
âYes, baby, you can play with it a little. But not too long. âm afraid Iâll come too soon like that and we need to put it in your needy pussy first, yeah?â
You nod and hastily sit on your hinges, getting comfortable. You hover your mouth over his glistening mushroom and then wrap your lips around it. Your tongue gently dances over the slit as you drink his salty juice. The taste sends a new surge of arousal to your entrance and you shift on your knees, feeling wetness pool between your folds and thighs. Like a shark feeling blood, Joel brings his hand to your ass and glides his palm over the globes of your cheeks and then slides his hand between your messy folds. You push your hips back, rubbing yourself against his palm and at the same time taking him further into your mouth, licking the underside sloppily, drooling over his stiffness.
âOh, fuck, hnggg,â you hear Joelâs groan and then he slightly slaps your folds, getting your attention.
âEasy, baby, or Iâm gonna feed ya all of my cum. And we want it here today,â he gives your pussy another light slap from the back and you moan, pulling away from his cock.
The next second he sits up and hastily says,
âI want one more orgasm from you. And weâll be good to go.â
His hands gently push you to lie down and he helps to slide your bra and panties off. You take a sharp breath when the air of the room hits your soaked folds, your pussy getting completely exposed to him.
âLook at you,â Joelâs dark gaze is taking in your naked breasts, a heaving belly, and a puffy cunt, dripping for him onto the sheets.
He brings his calloused palm to your throat and slowly glides it down, barely touching your chest, grazes your perked up nipples, then moves down to your stomach and the mound and then slithers between your thighs. He cups your pussy again and you whimper when he places his index and middle finger on your folds and presses your clit between them with his thick digits. He starts rubbing it over your pussy lips, moving his hand up and down, and you moan. Your eyes roll back as you concentrate on another orgasm building but soon they open wide when you feel his mouth on your folds and clit.
He flicks the peeking out bud with his tongue and sucks on it. Then he pulls his fingers away, gets comfortable between your thighs and starts licking you in earnest, rubbing your clit with the flat of his wet hot tongue. You clutch his graying curls with your fingers and hold on to him, afraid to float away, because of the immense pleasure heâs giving you.
âAhh, Joelâ pleaseâ so goodâ oh my god,â a string of moans and pleas is leaving your mouth, but he slaps the side of your ass and growls into your throbbing cunt,
âWanna come? Take it from me, babygirl, câmon.â With that he opens his mouth with his tongue sticking out and starts moving your hips up and down, as your pussy is grinding against his strong muscle. Then his hands leave you and you whine.
âI said, use me. Use my mouth, babygirl,â Joel commands and, desperate for another release, you swiftly follow his order and begin moving your hips up and down, making your dripping cunt roll against his tongue, lips, mustache and scruffy chin, chasing your high, feverishly.
A content smile tugs at his slicked up lips when he sees you take control, using him for your pleasure, and he hums with satisfaction when soon you are wriggling on the bed, moaning loudly, as waves of euphoria ripple through your body. You almost sob from the intensity, not able to believe how hard you come with him, as if everything before was bleak and dull and now you finally see the colors around you.
âJoel,â you murmur, your voice is barely audible, and he climbs up your body before taking you in his big strong arms. Heâs hot and big against you, all around you, and you nuzzle his hairy chest for a few seconds, catching your breath and resting.
He mumbles his praise against your temple, âmy good girlâdid so goodâcame so hard for me.â
You smile and weakly raise your face to his,
âAm I ready, Joel? I wantâ.â
âYes, baby? What do you want?â
âYou know.â
He pinches your chin between his fingers, keeping your eyes locked with his.
âWanna hear you say it? Need you to say it.â
âI want you inside me?â
âAre you asking?â he breathes out a chuckle.
âNo, Joel. I want you to fuck me.â
âJesus, babygirl. Ok.â
His face gets serious and he moves to the top of the bed with you in his arms and leans against the headboard. You try to slide off him but he manhandles you to straddle his thighs.
âJusâ sit in my lap like that,â he gruffs, pressing his chest to yours. You look down and see his cock, nesting between your bodies. The tip smears precum on your belly and you whine with desire.
âItâs so big, Joel. What if I canât take it?â
âYou can. I stretched your pussy good. And weâll stop if it hurts, âk?â
You nod and lightly roll your hips against his hard cock and heavy balls under your entrance.
âHngg, stop it, little minx. Youâll make me spill the goods too early.â
You give him a mischievous smile and then peck his lips to apologize for your naughtiness but he doesnât let you pull away and holds you tight, his tongue breaching your lips and stealing your kiss with hunger and love. So much love that you drown in it, in the feeling of his body, his hot skin pressed to yours, his mighty manhood throbbing just for you.
Not breaking the kiss, Joel lifts your body up with his arm around your waist and his hand guides his fat cock to your entrance. Soon you feel his tip nudge your wet hole and he slowly lowers you, spreading your folds with his fat head.
âHnggg,â Joel roars and his chest vibrates against your squished up breasts. You take a sharp breath as his tip is filling you. A thought flashes in your mind, âitâs not that bad, I can take him,â but he keeps going and soon youâre whining, as your walls spread, your pussy trying to adjust to his girth and you start panting against his lips.
âJoel, it hurts,â you mewl and he stops spearing you with his cock.
âShhh⌠youâre doinâ so good, babygirl. Jusâ need to go a little deeper.â
He kisses your lips, you both breathing heavily, as you are trying to fight the dull pain, licking at your core, and Joel is gathering all his strength to keep himself from plunging his cock as deep as possible.
âFuck, ya tight. Never felt anything like this sweet cunt, baby,â he groans through gritted teeth, âShoulda done it earlier. Coulda been balls deep in you every day by now.â
âOh, Joel,â you whimper at his filthy words but the fire burning your insides is slowly morphing into pleasure, as he begins fucking up into you, getting deeper inch by inch. Your nails dig into his biceps, the sensation so overwhelming youâre afraid you might faint. Joelâs lips brush your cheek as he mumbles through the panting,
âCan youâ hnggg, sit on my cock, sweetie, donât wanna hurt ya, câmon,â he grunts as his hands roam your body, sliding to your ass as he spreads your cheeks and you feel the air cooling your soaked folds and holes.
âYeah, ok, Iâll try.â
Youâd do anything for him right now. In need of his support, you take his face between your sweaty palms and search for his hazy eyes. Your thumbs rub his scruffy cheeks as youâre getting lost in his dark lustful eyes and, knowing that your pussy is close to swallowing his cock fully, you take a final step. You lower your body, piercing your crying cunt with his manhood. His big balls twitch, flush with your ass, and you gasp at the fullness youâre experiencing. You both moan loudly before Joelâs mouth crushes against yours and heâs drinking your whimpers, returning them with his own grunts.
âFuckinâ hell, baby, youâre perfect for my cock,â Joel is praising you but the adrenaline coursing in your veins pulls you down into the pits of euphoria and you barely hear him. Your gaze falls to the place where you two are joined, your folds spread widely around his glistening base, surrounded by dark wet hair, and the sight, the sensation make you bite your lower lip till you taste metal on your tongue. You flutter your eyes shut but Joel calls for you,
âBaby, come back to me.â
You look at his face twisted in pleasure as he grunts, âGonna fuck you now, darlinâ. Canât wait anymore.â
You nod and his hands slither under your ass before he starts moving you up and down his cock, your tight cunt massaging it. His strong arms lift you so easily, his muscles bulging as youâre holding on to them.
Joelâs forehead is covered in sweat, some of his curls sticking to it, as heâs groaning and swearing, pushing his member into you again and again.
You softly mewl with every kisshis tip is giving to your cervix, and you revel in the pleasure when he reaches something hidden and ecstatic inside your core.
âGonna come, Joel!â you almost cry out, as he is taking you higher.
âNot yet, babygirl. Want you to fuck yourself on my cock. Ride me.â
âHow? Iâ I donât know if I can,â you breathe out, your eyebrows pulled together, as your gaze darts between his eyes.
âJusâ bounce on it, like that.â Joel grabs your hips with his bear hands and shows you how to do it, guiding you. You follow his movements and soon youâre lifting and lowering your hips, pussy sliding up and down his huge manhood, as Joel leans back on the headboard and watches you work his cock, his eyes hazy but fully focused on you.
To steady yourself you brace your hands on his broad chest and scratch his skin with your nails, when your pussy starts clamping around a manâs cock for the first time in your life. You sob through moans, as euphoria is shaking your body and Joelâs hands keep you from falling off him, when youâre trembling hard in his lap.
âYes, yesâIâm here, babyâI gotch yaâahhh, keep squeezing my cockâ your little cunt is drooling all over meâ shit, gonna comeââ he chokes on his words and you suddenly feel warmth spread inside your contracting pussy. Itâs such a great sensation when he fills up your already full cunt and you donât stop jumping on his cock, churning his warm load deep inside you, squelching sounds mixing with Joelâs grunts and your whimpers.
Your juices and his cum soon cover your folds and asscheeks and his thighs get cold and slippery, coated with your joined liquids. You feel filthy and it turns you on so much, that it makes your head spin.
âJoel, hold me, please,â you beg, lowering your torso on his heaving chest and he squirts the last ropes of his cum inside you, his big arms wrapped around your heated up body.
You both descend from your highs, holding each other close, his chest making your whole body rise and fall, his lips pressed to the top of your head.
Youâre quiet, completely spent, your limbs tingling as youâre focused on the sensation of your body â a twitch of his cock still buried deep in your cunt, your pussy slightly sore clutching his softening manhood, his skin hot against yours, his warm hands gliding over your back.
âMy good girl. So brave. Took me so well.â
You smile at his praise, sighing happily, trying to memorize this moment forever.
âHow are you feelinâ? You hurtinâ?â Joel asks.
âNo,â you softly reply, âa little sore but itâs ok.â
âGood. Good,â Joel coos, âLetâs clean you up.â
You nod and he carefully lifts you off his lap, as his cock slides out of your stretched hole, and a trickle of his creamy cum tickles your folds. He lays you down on the bed and gets up with a grunt to get you a wet towel.
When heâs back, you want to take it from him but he shakes his head and cleans you up himself, his movements slow and gentle. His hands wrapped in the soft fabric glide over your skin, attentive to how oversensitive you are.
You watch him take care of you, hearts in your eyes, and you almost physically sense love expand in your chest. Joelâs taking more and more space inside you with every moment your gaze is set on him, every second you breathe. A thought creeps up in your mind, âwhat if he leaves me? What if this magic that happened between us never repeats?â Tears well up in your eyes as fear grips your heart. But you blink them away hurriedly, scared to worry him. Today is perfect and you want it to stay this way.
You reach your arms to Joel and he joins you on the bed, embracing you in his strong arms. You raise your face to his and he kisses you, wiping away your fears with every caress of his lips.
âThank you, babygirl. For giving yourself to me. My perfect girl,â he mumbles against your lips.
You hug him as tight as you can, and not believing how lucky youâre, you whisper, nuzzling his neck, âThank you for making my first time perfect, Joel.â
Soon you fall asleep in his arms, wishing to be with him forever.
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