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[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Joel Miller- Huh

You had a staring probelm. Let's be honest the boston QZ sucked ass, and you could only re read your books so many times. Sure you had a few favorite things to do like knitting but even that costed you something.

Staring didn't cost a damn thing espcially when it was someone you were living with. Joel and you had grown 'close' together. A friends with benefits, but that not type of benefits. You weren't much older then the whole world going to shit, barely being in your late teens when everything. Joel was the grumpy old, sexy man that you had made a deal with to live in his apartment.

Sure you shared a bed, but nothing ever was taken anywhere. You guys laid back to back as you dreamt of dirty dreams that involved Joel and his strong dirty hands. The veins that popped out while he was in the middle something and someone just had to piss him off.

You mentally took note of every time you got a chance to see his hands in action.

After one time when you and Joel had gotten a shit ton of ration cards it was hard to put them all together. Or simply decide what the fuck you guys were going to do with them. "Give me the damn ration cards you've got. I'mma sort them darlin’" Joel spoke his voice raspy and rough that sent my knees curling and my heart racing. You got up quickly pulling them from my bra. Joel gave me an unsual look then took the card from my hands.

His hands and fingrs tips were so rough that it was fucking crime. So delicous that you wished that you would take his hand and drag his fingers into my mouth. You walked with a sway in ny hips back towards the uncomfortable couch. Grabbing a book you’d read a thousand times already.

Mumbling to himself you looked over the edge of the paper back and at his hands. Licking the flat edge of his thumb to grab better onto the worn out ration cards . "Fucking damn." He mumbled to himself. "How many we got Joel?" You asked, you looked up from my book pretending to be reading was harder then it sounded. "Ninety at least." He said sounding almost happy about it.

With said ration cards we were able to get some medical supplies, and food. Better food then we were both used to having around the tiny apartment.

"Spare food for right now darlin’”Joels texan drawl came out. Your chest clunched at his words. "Do you plan on making something speical?" You asked tip toeing around asking him to make something from his past. Joel is a calloused man, and it's hard enough sometimes.

"Yeah, though I wouldn't dare to call it speical. Just something that my Ma use to make during the cold months.” Being in boston meant it was almost always cold and the sense that it was something delicous like soup came into mind, but you didn't push the subject any further.

The sky darken and the smell inside the aparment made my mind melt. You watched him once again from the edge of the counter. You watched his hands as he dealt with the knife with expertise. The way his fingers and hands flexed to give way for his knife to cut through the food. "Is that supposed to be soup you're makin'?" You asked him, he smiled. "My Ma's speical winter soup." Was all Joel said, not that the conversation was the reason for why you were sitting there watching him with intent.

Weeks later, weeks of staring and not yet getting caught. Joel came in late to the apartment shaking me awake with the slamming of the apartment door. Grunting and hard boots that hit the floor with no grace at all. Like you said a calloused man Joel is. The bed shifted under his weight as he unlaced his boots.

Joels weight gave me way to shift without him noticing to much. When Joel first landed this apartment you excepted to never see another unbroken mirror, but at last. This apartment in the small bedroom had a stand up mirror. A small crack that made the glass break into two halfs and nothing more.

You kept my eyes shut, and felt the weight disappear from the bed. Then the shuffle of clothes fall to the floor. You peaked my eyes open. Joel was facing his back to you, but the mirror gave you a perfect view of him. A shirt was being thrown down to the floor, a quick glance to Joel back. Strong ovibously by probably soft to the touch. You internalized your moan of sexual frustration. When you looked once more into the mirror as you heard the sounds of his belt undo, and then it hitting the floor.

This time… this time you had been caught. Dangerously caught by dark brown eyes. "What are you doin, darl'?" You closed your eyes tightly. "I saw you missy you just can't pretend you didn't watch me… just like you can't pretend you haven't been eyeing me like a pervert." Joel mumured into the darkness. You licked my lips at the thought of Joel, his words, his thick muscular back.

"Answer me. I know you can hear me you pretty little thing." Joels voice starting to louder. That night you had gone to sleep underneath the sheets with nothing but your shirt and panites on.

Before Joel had come home you had been dreaming about him, and his fingers. Your panties were already wet, and now that Joel was standing over you they were only growing more wet. "Y/n, answer me." He demands. "Yes you've caught me Joel." You said simply.

"How long have you been watching me princess?" Joel asks demanding an answer from you. "For…" "For how long…" "Since we moved here… together I mean…" You finally answered him. There's a loud grunt and a whip of sheets coming off my body. The air is cold that hits my now uncovered legs. Your moan involentary.

He groans. "Are you?" He ask staring down at my bare thighs, clenching them together. Your thought just meld together, thought of Joel and nothing else. "Are you… wet right now?" He teases you.

A rough, warm hand landing on your thigh. Your breath pauses for the first time, your eyes go wide and it's just Joel and you . He's smirking like he knows exactly what he's doing. "You haven't answered me but I can only assume that your soaked through those panties of yours hmm Y/n." His fingers strech down and when they hit the old mesh panties.

"Oh yeah you are aren't you… don't worry princess I'll fix that for you." Joel reassures you. He moves streching your legs open and in sight is your panites with a wet spot growing. He lightly plays with your covered clit the sticky mess covering his fingers.

"Fuck so fucking wet… maybe… oh maybe darling I should just shove two of my finger deep in and you fuck yourself on my fingers." Your eyes rolls into the back of your head, and the moans that fall from your lips is delicous to Joels ears.

Whispering quietly into your ear. Rough voice and chapped lips, "You'd like that wouldn't you darling?" You nod unable to do anything else as he slide your panties to the slide and plunges one finger in without giving a single warning.

Completed on: 06/08/23

Posted on: 08/10/23

TLOU-

[ellabscrush]

— play with my pussy, not my heart.

a/n; this has been an idea in my head for awhile but kept scrapping it, hopefully this is alr. btw my requests are opennn.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw; smut, mdni, fingering, reader has a nervous habit that might triggering, dom!reader, flirting, language, slap kink once, arguing, abby is a dick here lol, trust issues, angst?? lmk if i missed any!!

sypnosis; your well known girlfriend who has a reputation of being a player finally decides to settle into a serious relationship with you. aware of your girlfriend’s past, abby’s project partner comes to intervene with your thoughts & worries. back and forth arguing isn’t going anywhere, you had to show her other ways on who not to mess with.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

“it’s just a small study sesh baby, nat even agreed to do it at our apartment!” abby walks towards you as she hovers over, “so no need to worry, ‘kay?”

she caresses your face and pecked your lips.

nat, aka natasha ferreira, is apart of western university’s dance team. you’ve seen her around before wearing white flowy skirts and layered jewelry. you once heard her talking about how her parents got a brand new bmw for her quinceañera.

i guess there was nothing to hate about her, other than the fact she is gorgeous and very talented with her dancing. this was just another one of your stupid overthinking.. right?

“okay abs.. thank you,” you gave her a soft smile.

“that’s my best girl.”

besides, trust was the thing you both had been working on these past months. dating abby was going to be a challenge. you knew it and your friends knew it. though they weren’t too supportive with her intentions at first, you were convinced abby could change her acts if she reallyy tried.

three knocks suddenly interrupted your little conversation. abby sprinted to the door and opens it to find a joyful figure in front of her.

nat gasps, “abby! this is my first time seeing you outside of uni,” she smiles with excitement.

abby smiled back and leaned for a hug, leaving you to stare at them with a lump of jealousy in your throat.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

one minute you were next to abby, and then the second the brunette is touching forearms besides her with those stupid doe eyes, glossed lips, and weirdly seductive black platform heels. god she’s annoying.

“your handwriting is shit!” the brunette teased, giggling as she leans to abby.

“yeah?” your girlfriend chuckles, “this is what you get for choosing me as your partner.”

nat shrugs, “well then i can deal with it.”

you tried so hard to not be bitter. really you did. but each time you glance at the two across the kitchen island, you swore the both of them were doing this shit on purpose.

sudden eye contacts with you everytime they laughed together, unrelated conversations, and some flirty remarks. oh, and not to mention the obvious footsies that was happening under the table. like you can literally see it.

“fuck me..” you muttered.

“what’s that princess?” abby asks you, the nickname made nat changed her demeanor quickly.

you turned back to meet nat’s eyes, then to abby, and back to nat.

“nothin’ love,” you put a convincing smile.

three hours long night full of giggling and jokes you didn’t even get later on.. you find yourself yelling back and forth in your shared bedroom with abby who literally couldn’t understand where you were coming from.

abby groans, “goddamnit we talked about this!”

“i never did anything to her, you were literally infront of us,” she raised her voice.

“abs, she deadass rubbed her foot on your leg multiple times and leaned to you everytime you both laughed..”you went on, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“well.. we’re just having a little fun, is that romantic to you?” abby asks with her hand crossed to her chest, her facial expression screams ‘you’re being crazy.’

you were exhausted trying to find ways to communicate without bringing up abby’s past, like you both agreed to. however, your concerns shouldn’t supposed to end in argument. you shook your head, letting out a long sigh and sat on the edge of the bed.

“i- i don’t know abby,” you stammered, “i guess it is romantic when they do the things i do to you.. since i am yours.”

you gazed down at your feet with teary eyes while unaware as you were digging your nails into your thighs. this was a nervous habit of yours in which you don’t realize you have been doing it for so long. your girlfriend, however, does.

she slowly walks closer to the edge of the bed and kneeled down to your eye level.

“you are mine.” her voice sounding more reassuring and softer like you could faint at that moment.

“i thought you could’ve been better for me..” you sniffled

abby panicks once she realizes you were crying, “baby no.. fuck i’m trying..”

“trying?” you looked up.

the blonde sighs, “will. i will be better.”

she moved your hands from your thighs with one hand, while other pushes your head closer to hers for a deep kiss. more so, a sloppy one. she wipes your cheeks and the kisses started from sweet, to mean in a heartbeat. abby stroked you waist, making you clench you thighs together.

abby smirks, “you turned on princess?” she asks and you just whimpered in response, “fuck.. i gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

knowing your girlfriend has plans tomorrow morning, this sparked an idea in your head. abby can become a submissive mess when you’re in charge. so you decide to show her other ways who not to play with, and whose pussy she can only play with!

“so?” you replied in between kisses, “don’t want me to scream your name tonight?”

.. besides, making her miss out a big free brunch with her friends the next day will be an added punishment you thought.

the blonde smiles and throws you to the middle of the bed, causing you to squeal from the unexpected move. abby aggressively pulls down your shorts and underwear. your wet slick was ready for her.

“look at you all ready for me,” she circles her thumb on your lips slowly, “gotta fuck that jealousy out quick or else i’ll be late tomorrow, princess.”

you smiled maliciously in response as you bite your lip. abby then shoves her two fingers inside your mouth, “open.”

she pumps her ring and middle finger in and out. being all soaked in your drool making it wet enough to fit in your pussy. the sounds of your whimpers made her go crazy. you shut your eyes feeling abby’s cold, drenched fingers sliding inside.

your body shuttered, “s-shit baby..”

the sounds of your wet pussy is practically making abby drool.

“feels so fuckin’ good, keep going,” you ordered keeping a strong eye contact with the blonde, “just like that..”

“that fucking pussy,” abby whispers, you licked your lips looking down at her fat fingers going in and out, “you needy whore,” she degrades.

her words were like fire and heaven at the same time. you wouldn’t be so pissed off at her if she hadn’t let nat be all over her for three hours straight. now it’s your job to remind her whose pussy she can fuck. and the only one.

you let out an airy laugh, “i’m the whore hm? atleast i wasn’t flirting with another bitch,” she looks up at your face. you were trying to keep your composure while being mercilessly fucked.

you sat yourself up with elbows on the mattress, “you proud of yourself huh?” just inches away from her stupid smirk.

“faster,” you demanded.

she curled her fingers inside of you, hitting your g spot like a pro. you can help but let out a moan and rocked your hips in rhythm. that smirk of hets turned to an amazed expression once she hears your juices sloshing around.

“fuck baby,” abby was practically drenched under her pjs wanting to taste you, “p-please need to taste you.”

“nuh uh, you’re being mean all day. you don’t, f-fuck, deserve me.”

abby was desperate just by hearing you speak like this. you’re such an angel around her normally, like when she first met you, you were different than the other girls she had met before. she fell for you. but damn that mouth of yours was killer in bed.

the rare times you controlled her was only when you were pissed off at your girlfriend for the amount of disrespectful flirting that was happening in front of you, or not giving you updates on what she’s doing with her girl friends. however, you can’t blame yourself for having mixed trust issues knowing how many girlfriends abby has had.

maybe you’ve been too patient with her? letting shit go so easily?

“shit- c’mere” you groaned and kissed her viciously at the thought of her fucking another girl. one hand around her neck while the other grips her loose hair.

“mmm, keep going..” you moaned in her mouth.

abby rubs your clit, feeling your juices squirting all over her thighs, “p-please baby.. lemme clean you up” she begs to lick your folds but you resisted.

you slapped her cheek, her needy face turning red.

“shut up,” you growled, “better stop messing around.. i deserve fuckin’ better.”

abby whimpers, putting her head back in frustration. she then looks down to see you, a dripping pussy drunk mess. her fingers were sticky and all tired. however, she’s not stopping until she screams your name.

“atleast say my name when you cum,” she pleaded, “please.”

her voice made you feel every type of way. your thighs starting to heat up, a familiar feeling as you have had fucked yourself with the thought of her in the past. pounding noises as you thrust your hips on to her fingers harder puts many heated scenes in your head.

“abby.. oh my god- m’ fucking cumming..”

“that’s my girl, ride daddy’s dick,” she encourages you.

an orgasm was washing over you, “abby you’re mine. fuck- ah-“ you burried your face in the crooks of her neck.

“all yours baby, i’m sorry.” she kissed all over your shoulder, genuinely feeling bad that she didn’t give you the reassurance you wanted earlier.

“abs- fuckfuckfuck,” you screamed out, screaming her name loud enough the apartment below could hear you, “i hate you so much..”

“i love you princess.. love it when i make you cum..” she admits. your legs shaking like crazy, feeling overstimulated.

you know how that goes..

once you orgasmed, you let abby suck her fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. and just like that, you were laying down with a fast pounding in your chest. she caresses your stomach and kissed all over your body, still needing to feel you more. but knew you needed her the most.

“hey, you okay?” she asked softly, looking at your sleepy eyes. she just wanted the both of you to be good. “i’m fine.. just a little tired. i feel like you don’t know how badly it hurts me to see you purposely being all over people like that.”

abby sighs, knowing she fucked up. she didn’t want to be that person anymore. she loved you, really, but her actions just aren’t the thinkable. you both sleep skin to skin while she stays up to watch you fall deep in your sleep.

“i love you, angel.” she whispers. feeling all the guilt in her chest, your girlfriend pulls you in closer.

of course, she had to make it up to you the next day so she cancelled all plans. it’s not like she got up in time anyway.

well now you both know she won’t ever be doing that shit again.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

[zevrra]

—his needs

god, it had been too damn long.

his patience for this overdrawn stakeout was wearing thin, borderline close to snapping, as his hunger for you grew more and more. joel had gone far too long without you and while he sat, hiding inside some building for days, waiting and waiting for a signal to clear out, he damn near could’ve lost his mind. watching, waiting, begging for any sign of a replacement. for all he could think about was you as he peered through a window on this foggy morning.

could only think of your pretty smile and the soft twinkle in your eye when he would walk into a room. the love you had for him, when he didn’t deserve it. the sweet smell of your hair and skin. the taste of your lips on his while his hands grabbed your waist. kneading, gripping the thick of your thighs and ass, feeling you moan into his mouth.

fuuuuuck.

joel stares at the bulge in his pants. goddammit what was he? a teenager having his first wet dream? he groans at the feeling of his cock straining against his jeans, bites his bottom lip as he’s slowly untucking his shirt.

this was one of his worst ideas yet.

didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of the front of his jeans, squeezing his stiff cock beneath. a hiss slipping through his teeth as he’s undoing his belt as fast as he can now. and god does he have to be fast with it. even if he were hidden in the corner of this little room he’s been stuck in for days, he needed to be quick.

he’s bunching his shirt up, shrugging down his jeans and boxers to his thighs, and grabbing ahold of his twitching cock. his hand smooths across his head with a groan, using any built up precum to wet the rest of his shaft. where he then fucks into his fist and fast. the image of you, on your knees, before him with your mouth wide open is burned into the back of his eyelids. his chest heaves with every quick stroke of his calloused hand. vision of you sucking his tip with those pretty eyes looking up at him forces him to bite his bottom lip.

joel throws his head back with a deep grunt. hips snapping quickly as he tightens his grip across his throbbing cock. your name tastes sweeter than sugar on his tongue as it falls from his lips in his feverish high while he plays out this little fantasy. just as he imagines your mouth wrapping around his entire cock, all the way to his base, giving him all he needs to finish. “fuck!” he barks as he comes. his orgasm crashing through him like a hot wave. forcing himself to hold back a needy whine as he ropes out every last ounce of his climax as he can.

and as he comes down from the heat of his orgasm, his brown eyes look at the mess he’s made in his hand. panting as he stares at the sticky, white smeared cum across his palm and fingers.

dammit. he needed to clean up and get back home to you. his hand wasn’t damn near enough.

[joelsprettyprincess]

Thank You, Mr. Miller

Dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader (NSFW)

Joel lets you crash at his house following his birthday grill. You give him an incredibly wet, sloppy, desperate....gift.

Tags: facefucking, rough oral, choking, spit kink, degradation, facial, big fat age gap (college age/mid 50s), no outbreak, modern au, birthday Joel, pet names (babydoll, pretty girl)

Wordcount: 3.4k

Notes: This is not lore accurate in the slightest, I just really wanted to write about giving Joel head. Please be gentle in criticism, I haven't written for an audience in a long time. And minors DNI OBVIOUSLY!!

"You ready?! We're gonna be late!" your father called up to you.

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup. The occasion was a grill at your father's college friend's house for his birthday. His name was Joel Miller.

You'd met him a couple times before; he and your father sometimes got together to crack open some beers.

Ever since you first met Joel, he hadn't left your mind. He was tall and rugged with a dark tousle of hair. His daughter, Sarah, was a little younger than you. Your father had mentioned that she'd just moved into her college dorm.

The last time you had seen Joel was last November, at Thanksgiving. He and Sarah had come over to share a meal. Sarah was friendly but pretty quiet, and you two hadn't hit it off like you thought you would.

Joel...was a different story. Your brain replayed the limited interactions with him over and over, looking for a hidden meaning. Some days you swore he gave you meaningful looks, and other days you yelled at yourself for believing that a man like him was into a girl like you. Someone half his age.

So why were you getting all dolled up, when it would be hot outside and no one would be looking anyway? The same reason you'd bought a whole new sundress for the party, and even shaved. You secretly hoped one man in particular would be looking.

Your father yelled your name again. "Coming," you responded quickly, and added a final bit of mascara. You grabbed your white crossbody bag off the bathroom doorknob and slung it over your shoulders, completing the look. Clomping down the stairs in your wedges, you followed your father out to the car.

It was just you and him going. Your mother didn't feel good enough to go, claiming she "could feel a cold forming." More likely she wanted to avoid being stuck being in the car for an hour. Not that you could blame her.

Still though, you were definitely looking forward to the grill. Even if that excitement was tinged with anxiety.

Soon you and your father were bundled into the car. He was driving since he knew the roads better.

Actually, you'd never been to Joel's house. It was always him coming to see your father, not the other way around. You wondered what his house was like. Probably not big. Traditional? Modern? Cluttered? You had no idea.

Maybe you and Sarah would become better friends. You guys could at least talk about college.

20 minutes had passed and you were already getting irritated. Your father had elected to put on the most boring podcast known to man, one about the economy. A man with a way-too-cheerful voice was going on and on about GDP and supply-demand.

Putting on your headphones, you distracted yourself by switching between Twitter, Tumblr, and TikTok. The holy trinity.

And this was how the next half hour was spent: scrolling. Not very productive, but there really wasn't much to see except the highway. Thankfully it was pretty empty on this route; apparently Thursday afternoon wasn't a popular time to travel.

However, this bout of good luck ended as soon as you neared Austin. Traffic went from almost non-existent to congested within a minute. Your father sighed and turned off his podcast.

"Now comes the hard part," he sighed.

The next 15 or so minutes were wasted just inching through traffic. Everyone was trying to get to their exits, and people kept changing lanes at the last minute, or getting into the wrong lane, and the frustration was palpable. You were really glad you weren't driving.

After what seemed like forever, the two of you finally broke free from the highway and got onto a regular road. Soon you were zipping towards Joel's house at a nice speed.

"Did you bring a present?" you asked your dad.

"Nah," he remarked. "Men don't really need 'presents.'"

You scoffed a little at that. "Alright."

Now the sights were a little more interesting. Austin was bustling with activity.

You drove through the urban area for perhaps 5 minutes, then your dad turned and the buildings and crowds thinned out.

Eventually the two of you reached a nice suburb with rows of houses.

Within two minutes, your dad pulled up behind a bunch of other cars that were parked around what was obviously Joel's house.

"We're here," he announced (kind of uselessly).

It was pretty small, as you'd guessed. It was mostly made of brick, just one story, and the front porch was pretty bare bones.

But you could hear voices and music in the backyard. There were some people going up to the house, and the front door was wide open.

You and your father got out of the car and made your way up the sidewalk to Joel's house.

The door was covered with a screen. You opened it and stepped inside, your father closing it behind you.

"Joel," he called. "We're here."

There was no answer. You looked around the room.

It was pretty normal. Your average American house. There was a worn looking green sofa, a brown loveseat that didn't match the sofa at all, and directly in front of you was the kitchen. To the right was a little hallway.

Both the sofa and the loveseat were occupied by various people. "He's outside," someone said.

You and your dad walked into the kitchen, where the back door was. Stepping out onto the patio, you could see there were quite a few people here, of all ages. They must be his neighbors, you figured.

You heard a familiar voice shout your father's name. To your right was him. Joel.

"Joel!" your dad exclaimed, and they quickly embraced.

"Hey, little lady," he greeted you, smiling. Oh, that smile. It could mean a thousand things.

"Hey," you greeted him more shyly than you'd like. "Happy birthday."

He chuckled. "Ugh, don't remind me. Gettin' closer to death ain't no cause for celebration."

Your dad hooted in response.

"Tommy's helpin' me grill, over there," Joel said, pointing to his brother on the other side of the yard. You couldn't help but notice how big and veiny his hands looked-

You shook your head a little. Get a grip.

Joel was explaining some things, but you weren't really listening. Your senses were being overloaded with this man in front of you. That was the best way to describe him- he was very masculine. Big, broad shoulders, a solid build, and his beard made you imagine unspeakable things.

Eventually you asked about Sarah. "I'd love to catch up with her," you said.

Joel shook his head regretfully. "Ah, she's not here. She has class today. She goes to the University of Houston, dunno if your dad told you."

"Oh, that sucks." You nodded. "Well, you can tell her I say hey."

He smiled. "Will do."

For the next half hour, Joel, Tommy, and your dad tackled the grills and made a huge amount of burgers and hot dogs. Tommy made sure everything was organized so everyone was served in an orderly fashion.

You got a cheeseburger, plus some dangerously salty fries and sat at one of the folding tables to enjoy your meal.

Of course everyone here was a stranger, so you were expecting to be left alone. When someone sat beside you, you involuntarily jumped.

It was Joel, and he laughed. "Sorry, baby, ain't mean to scare you like that."

"Oh! Ha, no, you're good," you squeaked, quickly wiping your mouth. Gosh, could you be normal for one second?

"How's college? You're a sophomore now, right?" he asked.

You nodded. "Yeah. It's going pretty good, even though my classes are getting harder."

"Remind me of your major again..?"

"I'm undeclared right now. Just doing my generals."

Joel nodded his approval. "You know, I never even finished college."

That caught you off guard. "Oh. Wait, really? Then..."

He shrugged. "I dropped out. Didn't have the discipline or the intelligence. I went into an apprenticeship instead."

"Oh, that's definitely a unique path," you remarked.

"Now, don't you drop out," he said sternly. "You're a smart girl."

You laughed. "Not that smart."

"You got a boyfriend?" he asked suddenly.

Trying not to act shocked, you casually answered, "Nah. I don't."

"Good. You're too good for those boys. Too pretty."

You and Joel continued to chat about school and careers for a bit. Your gaze kept darting everywhere; looking at him was like looking at the sun. He was just a halo of light and focusing on him for too long made you nervous.

Finally he left, needing to attend to someone, and your brain ran at a million miles, replaying the conversation, criticizing your voice and responses, deducing anything meaningful from Joel's words. Did he mean something more when he mentioned a boyfriend? Or was he simply curious? Ugh...this stupid crush was driving you insane.

A couple hours passed, and the party slowly died down. By this time it was about 6pm. People started leaving; walking home or maneuvering their cars out of the puzzle that was the driveway and street.

To your dismay, you found your father curled up on the loveseat, way drunker than he should be.

"Guess he had a couple too many beers?" Joel said, chuckling.

You sighed. "I'm really sorry. I dunno what he was doing all this time. I should've checked on him."

"S'okay," Joel assured you. "Do you know the way home?"

"Ah, no..." you admitted, embarrassed. You'd barely been paying attention on the drive home.

"Hmm." Joel crossed his arms and thought. "Well...then you can't leave, can you?"

Oh.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Uh– um...I guess not? But I don't want to impose. I can try to find my way back."

But Joel shook his head. "Your dad would be mad if I sent you out there. It gets dark quick these days, y'know. I'd hate for you to get in trouble on the way back. Look...we have a guest room you can use." He looked at your dad again. "I suppose he'll be comfy right there."

Your dad was drowsy, laying on the couch, still in his day clothes.

"There's a bathroom you can use, right across from Sarah's room. I'll show you. If that's okay with you?" He looked for your consent.

"Um...well, if it's not too much trouble," you said.

"Oh, of course not!" Joel insisted. "You can even wear some of Sarah's clothes; y'all are about the same size. It'll be no trouble at all, baby."

There was that word again. Baby. You couldn't tell if it was platonic or not, and it drove you crazy.

"Well, alright. Thank you, Mr. Miller."

"Joel," he gently corrected. "No need to be formal."

He showed you the bathroom and the guest room, then let you shower while he helped Tommy clean up the mess from the party.

As you cleaned yourself, the only thing on your mind was:

This is going to be very, very interesting.

After you got dressed in Sarah's room, you went to the guest room next door and looked around. It was simply decorated, with a double bed and a dresser by the window. You put down your bag and hoisted yourself onto the bed.

Okay. Okay. Taking deep breaths, you thought about your situation. You were basically alone with a very handsome man whose room was a 5 second walk away, a man who may or may not be interested in you, a man twice your age with a daughter the same age as you.

Totally fine, nothing to worry about. He definitely was not going to be on your mind all night.

Laying down, you tried to distract yourself with your phone again.

After about 20 minutes there was a knock at the door. You got up and opened it.

"We finished cleanin' up," Joel told you. He leaned against the doorframe.

He was so tall.

"That's good," you said. "Thank you for letting us stay here, seriously. I dunno what I'd do without you."

Joel gave you that sweet smile again, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "No problem, missy. If you're still hungry, we got plenty of leftovers."

"Oh, that's okay," you assured him. "I'm more than full. The food was really good."

You were trying to ignore the slightly musky, deep smell that was coming from him. And the way that his shirt clung to his chest and biceps. And the way he was looking at you...

"You need anything else?" he asked.

"You've done so much already," you chuckled. "I think I'm all set for the night."

He smiled and nodded. "Well, don't be afraid to ask."

Get a grip, you creep.

Joel was berating himself. This was so not good.

It was more than not good, it was horrible. His friend's daughter, the same age as his own daughter, was in the guest room all by herself and all he could think were dirty thoughts.

It was her fault! Those cute, innocent looks she kept giving him drove him up the wall. Her pretty body, her adorably nervous mannerisms.

All Joel could think about was how good her lips would look wrapped around his cock.

He was pretty sure she felt the same way but didn't want to push it in case he was wrong. Then he'd really be in trouble.

It was going to be a very hard night.

A couple hours passed. You felt too awkward to venture out of the room, so you stayed on the bed for quite a while. Soon it became dark, and you were glad you didn't have to drive.

Feeling thirsty, you decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Your dad was passed out on the couch. Joel was in the kitchen as well. Dammit.

"Hey, babygirl," he said. "Need something?"

"Oh- yes, just some water," you requested.

He got a glass down for you. Passing it to your, your fingers touched, and you swore he kept his there longer than strictly necessary.

Joel watched as you got water out of the fridge. You took a nice sip, then sighed. "Thank you."

"Oh, you've got something, right there-" Joel stepped closer to you and gently wiped the corner of your lips with his knuckle.

You could only stare at him as he did this. He was so close you could see the gray hairs peppering his beard.

He let his finger stay there, and returned your gaze.

The two of you stayed like that for a second, just looking into each other's eyes.

Finally you broke eye contact and he stepped back.

"Th-thanks," you stammered.

He continued looking at you. "You're a real pretty girl, you know," he said.

You weren't sure what to say.

Joel took your chin in his fingers, and ever so softly brushed his lips against your cheek.

You made a small noise and he hesitated. "Is this okay, baby?" he asked.

You could barely breathe or blink or do anything but nod.

Putting one hand on your cheek, Joel leaned in and softly kissed you. After a shocked second, you reciprocated, pressing your lips against his.

He sighed, and pressed deeper, gently sucking on your bottom lip. You felt his tongue, and opened your mouth a little, allowing him in.

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed Joel back. He tasted so good, with a hint of toothpaste.

"Oh..." he mumbled, hands going from your face to your back. He backed you up till you hit the counter, and he softly growled, pushing his tongue in deeper.

His hands traveled further down to your hips, and he started caressing your ass.

"So fucking soft," he whispered.

Joel's whole body was pressed against you, and you felt him getting excited.

Finally you broke the kiss, needing air.

"Jesus, this is so fuckin' wrong," Joel muttered. "I'm as old as your dad, for crying out loud..." He shook his head. "And look how excited you got me."

You looked down. There was a noticeable tent in his pants.

"Wow..." you whispered. You had done that.

"C'mere," he said, and pulled you down the hallway to his room. He closed the door behind you.

"On your knees, babydoll." He started undressing, pulling off his pants and boxers. You obediently knelt on the carpet.

Joel pulled your shirt off and tossed it aside. You got your first good look at his cock.

First of all, it was big. You weren't inexperienced, but you hadn't encountered anything his size before. It was girthy, with prominent veins going from the groin to the fat, leaking tip. It had a slight curve.

Joel placed his hand on your head. "Open," he ordered, and you obeyed, slightly sticking out your tongue.

He placed his cock on your tongue. You slowly licked up, making him groan.

"Fuckk, yes," he gasped.

You focused on just the tip, licking and slurping at it. His precum was already leaking out.

Joel's hand shot out to grip your hair as you slowly service him, dragging your tongue across the tip and eventually taking it in your mouth, sucking it.

The only noises in the room were Joel's breathy groans and the wet, slurping noise from your mouth as you licked stripes up his fat shaft.

"Just like that, baby," he whispered, stroking your hair. "So fuckin' good."

You took more of him in, looking up at his tightly shut eyes and furrowed brow.

Joel pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, first gently, then he got more impatient and rougher, thrusting into your mouth with little regard to your comfort.

"Yes, fuck, take my fucking cock," he growled. He put his hands on either side of your head and started roughly facefucking you, panting and groaning. His balls slapped against your chin.

You moaned and could feel your mouth producing drool as Joel wildly thrusted into you. His cock kept nearly hitting the back of your throat, and you were gagging a little.

Your drool pooled and dripped down onto your bare tits.

"Agh- mghhrgh-" you gasped, barely able to form a coherent word or thought. The only thing that was going through your mind was cock.

"Choke on it," Joel growled. He was getting mean with it. His cock pushed into your mouth again and again, not stopping or slowing, even as you choked on it. You desperately tapped on his thigh to tell him to let up.

Joel reluctantly did so, allowing you to take several gasping breaths before coaxing it back in. He resumed the pace, a little gentler than before, but still brutal.

By this time he'd backed you up so your head was against the edge of the bed. He was using your mouth like it was a fleshlight, an inanimate object. He was pulling at your hair.

Your eyes were tearing. You couldn't even suck anymore, just had to lay there while Joel used you.

How long had he felt like this? This pent-up frustration?

"Yes, yes, fuck," he chanted, thrusts growing more erratic. He was close.

You deepthroated him a few times, going until your nose was pressed against the hair at the base of his cock. You made sure your lips gripped his cock.

"I'm close, babydoll," he moaned. "Gonna fuckin' cum all over your pretty face. You want that? Yeah?"

"Mmm," you groaned in agreement, blinking several times.

"That's right. Gonna fucking swallow my cum, right? You little slut. You've wanted this cock for a while, huh? S'why you're drooling all over it like a dumb whore."

The insults turned you on. Joel kept thrusting, chasing his release, and your eyes rolled as you struggled to take it all.

Finally, Joel let out a loud groan and pressed himself against your mouth, cumming hard onto your tongue. His hot thick load rapidly filled your mouth, and you moaned softly as his balls twitched. He slowly pulled out and stroked his shaft, letting out a second thick load onto your forehead. It slowly oozed down your face onto your nose and cheeks.

Joel remained where he was, riding out the rest of his orgasm on your face. Soon he'd splattered his cum all over, glazing your cheeks, nose, and lips. Some of it dripped onto your tits.

You inhaled deeply as you caught your breath, amazed at the amount he'd let out. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of his load.

Joel puffed too, slowly coming down from his high.

There was a long silence, then Joel breathed: "Best birthday ever.”

[zevrra]

—come here, darlin’. [2]

synopsis: After going home with Joel Miller, you’re finally getting the chance to know him; just like you’ve always wanted. But you never could have imagined how good of a decision that would be.

tags: 3k words, 21(+), fem!reader, very nsfw, very suggestive content, pure smut, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, deep throat, penetrating sex, drunk sex, praises, age gap, one night stand, video game joel, jackson!joel.

creator notes: part 1 here!

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Joel lifts you up with ease. Casually his hands slide to your ass as he forces you up into his arms. You capture his lips as he hauls you up, fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt quicker, legs wrapping around his waist. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that tonight.

Not a young man anymore? Shit, he’s lifting you up and carrying you off towards his bedroom like it’s nothing. Alcohol or not, Joel was pure strength. And with his strong hands on your ass— holding you up was easy. Continues to kiss you even as he treads the stairs just until the two of you enter his bedroom. That’s when he finally sets you down, with your back meeting the softness of his bed.

Now in his room, you smell nothing but his scent. You smell the aroma of his strength, the underlying scent of the forest; every scent that makes your thighs clench and pussy throb.

Somewhere along the way, Joel had slipped out of his shirt, lost, and definitely forgotten, inside his house. Your hungry eyes shift over his bare chest. While he was riddled with scars, his body was a little softer, pudgier, from his down time in Jackson. Even so, the muscle lying underneath were evident from the years of fighting to survive. You can’t help but groan at the sight as he takes his position above you.

God, what a man as he towers over you. He returns to pressing quick, hot kisses to your mouth. You bite gently at his bottom lip as his hands smooth over your skin, lighting every inch of you that he touches on fire. A dull ache settles between your thighs as he reaches around to unhook your bra. Effortlessly, he unhooks the metal clips from each other and tosses your garment off to the side before replacing your bra with his own hands. Like he’s done this far too many times in his life. His fingers run over your nipples before his entire palm flat lays against your breast, squeezing the mound of flesh in his strong grip. The motion rips a moan right out of you. 

Joel smirks against your lips, flicking his tongue against yours as he deepens the kiss. His fingers pinch and pull at your nipples as his tongue dances inside your mouth, kissing you until you’re breathless and begging for air before pulling away in all his heat and passion to move onto his next point of interest. 

His beard scratches across your skin as he moves his lips down, catching one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers work on getting you out of your own jeans. His quick hands push the fabric down and off your hips (with a little of your own help), lifting your hips and shimming you out of your jeans as they’re quickly discarded like the rest of your clothes.

He’s eager to taste you now. Laps at your breast like a starving man. You can’t help but moan, pushing your fingers through his thick brown hair as he works on your tender breast. His hands return to sculpting your body. Rough palms from years of hard work run across the back of your thighs. Smooth over your ass, pulling your hips into his own. The slight movement has you realizing in your drunken stupor what you’re truly dealing with. Thank god for that extra drink because you might have chickened out if you knew how big Joel was going to be. But that didn’t matter, you were here and now; with Joel tasting your skin and his fingers pushing beneath your underwear. 

You gasp at the new sensation of his hand sliding down your stomach. His touch as it grows closer to your aching center sets every nerve you have on fire. And then he’s pushing his fingers beneath your waistband. He leaves sucking on your breast to return to your neck. Teeth scraping along your throat just as his fingers plunge between your other lips. A single finger slips inside of you. But you don’t have time to really adjust before Joel is slipping a second one inside to stretch you out thoroughly. The rough motion has your toes curling, tightening your grip in his hair, as his name tumbles from your lips. 

He doesn’t stop. Continues to finger you while his lips and teeth begin to mark you as his. A deep groan echoes from Joel’s chest as his fingers thrust inside of you. ”You’re soaking wet.” He mutters, making a point to his words with a curl of his fingers. The simple gesture sends electricity running up your spine. You can’t help but nod eagerly in response to his statement.

Opening your legs a little wider for him. Allowing him to move a little more freely with his fingers. He wasn’t wrong, at all. Even in your drunk little mind you can hear the lewd sounds your pussy makes with the assault of his fingers. No mistaking it, he was doing a damn good job. You can feel him smirk against your skin at the whine he forces out of you. He still had it. 

You tug at his hair to bring his focus back onto you. Which he gladly obliges. Joel kisses you quick and hot; pecks placed swiftly against your eager lips.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” Joel mumbles against your lips. As if moaning into his mouth wasn’t enough of an answer. “Tell me what you want.” He adds. Another curl of his fingers sends your head flying back in a cry. 

Never would you have guessed that Joel Miller was one to get into dirty talk. 

“God.” You moan softly. Tilting your head back down to catch Joel’s gaze staring at you. Those hazel eyes once again hungrily devouring you. How he could make eye contact while fingering you so spot on was beyond you. Your fingers push back his brown hair. If he was going to stare at you with those hungry eyes then you wanted to make sure to get a good look at him too when you spoke about what you truly wanted. “Want you to take those damn—ah—jeans off,” You moan. Shifting ever so slightly to rub your shin right up against the hard cock straining inside his jeans. “Pull yourself out and fuck me.” 

“Atta girl.” Joel teases with a drunk laugh. He removes his hand from beneath your underwear; waistband snapping as he retrieves his hand. He leans back then. Returning to stand at the side of the bed as his fingers take hold of his belt. You lift to press a foot gently into his thigh, moving up along the front of his jeans. Curving along the fullness of his waiting cock.

Now it was your turn to watch with hungry, ravaging, starving eyes as Joel unbuckles his belt. Slips it from his belt loops and lets it drop to the ground with a thud. Next his jeans. The button comes undone after a few drunken attempts before he too slips them off. Leaving him in his black boxers. 

You press your toes into the front of his underwear and in return he rumbles a low groan. A smirk plastered on his face. “Mmm, sexy.” You mumble with a smirk to mirror his own. 

His hands reach up to grab your ankle. And with little force he drags you closer to himself. “Enough of that,” He chuckles. Fingers trailing along down from your ankle to your calf onto your inner thigh before he reaches his goal. “Let’s get ya outta these too.” He motions with a tug of your underwear. And without hesitation he’s stripping off the last piece of clothing you wear. Leaving you now totally nude in his bed.

“Better?” You ask, mimicking his teasing tone just moments earlier. Joel smirks at you as he tosses your underwear to the ground. You sit up then. Coming up to his abdomen. Just mere inches away from what you’re really after. 

“You have no idea.” He replies. One of his hands comes up to caress your jaw then. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip as he stares down at you. 

With his help, your head is tilted back ever so slightly, forcing you to look up at him. And you keep your eyes locked with his gaze as your own hands rise to the occasions. Grabbing a hold of his underwear and slowly pulling the fabric down until his cock is finally set free. You watch as he sucks in a quick breath through his teeth as the cold air hits his sensitive tip. Even in the dim light you can see how his head glistens. 

“Glad I’m not the only one…wet.” You tease. Joel doesn’t laugh this time though. Humor was no longer necessary when you had your hand wrapping around the base of his cock and lips merely inches away. Lust and need were the only things left now. 

“You just gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours to talk all night?” Joel asks as his thumb pulls at your bottom lip. 

His words light an entire fire inside of you. Burning your core so hot you swear you just might melt. You smile under his touch. 

Your hand moves along the fullness of his cock; stroking up till you reach his damp tip. He groans under your touch. Breathes heavier with every move of your hand as you continue to stroke him. You kiss at his thumb before you’re using your mouth to replace your hand. Your tongue lays out flat immediately as you swallow just the first mouthful of his cock. Your hand returns to his base as you force more of him between your lips.

Joel moans your name while his hand pushes up into your hair. He moves back your hair so his drunk gaze can watch you swallow every inch of him. 

Good to know you weren’t the only needy bitch in heat at that moment.

You never falter. Not even when his hand tugs at your hair to guide you further down. You just push yourself a little harder. Managing to gather spit up with your tongue to use as a lubricant of sorts to swallow more of him. Until your nose is damn near pressed right up against his lower abdomen. Giving you a chance to inhale his scent. His smell alone makes you moan.   

A satisfactory sigh escapes Joel when you finally manage to fit all of his cock in your mouth. Tears crinkle up at the edges of your eyes but you never look away from the man towering over you; even as his head borderline threatens to choke you.

He chuckles in drunk amusement, catching your attention. “Good girl.” He praises. Groaning at the sight before him. The sight of you taking him so well with your hazy eyes and soon to be swollen lips. If you could smile, you would have. 

He doesn’t stop at praising you though, not now, as his hips move forward with a shallow thrust. Testing the waters, giving you the chance to prepare, before he would assault your mouth with every inch of him. Forcing you to take inch by inch at the swift roll of his hips. He fucks into your mouth, forces you to breathe through your nose as spit drips down your chin. Your hands move to his thighs to support yourself as you moan at the sudden roughness of the older man.  

Yet you loved every bit of it. Especially the way he groaned as you took his cock confidently in your mouth and throat. 

By the end of the night, you’ll have said it a million times but thank God you took that extra drink.

You continue to let him fuck your mouth and tug on your hair every time you swallow him up to the base. Keeping your gaze locked with his own; watching as his flushed face twists in pleasure with each snap of his hips.

What a sight to behold. The well-known, well beloved, Joel Miller; disheveled, sweaty, groaning your name as he fucks your mouth. You blink away any tears that build up. You weren’t missing a single second of his red face. Sooner, rather than later, you’d burn that wonderful face of his into your memory. 

You’d like to think Joel was doing the same with how he kept his eyes locked on your face.

Joel doesn’t want to look away. And he doesn’t want to stop. But he’s closing in on his orgasm and definitely doesn’t want to ruin this night. 

Your lips are red and swollen and he’s pushing dangerously close to his finish line. With as much alcohol as the two of you had consumed, neither of you were sure if multiple rounds would happen that night. So when he’s done thoroughly fucking your throat, teetering at the finish line, he pulls his cock from between your lips. Needs a second to collect himself so he doesn’t accidentally cum all over your face. That could be saved for another day cause god wouldn’t you both give to have him completely wreck you. 

You gasp for air. Lips slick with a mix of your spit and his precum. You pride yourself in knowing that not only did you take him fucking your mouth like a champ but never once did you break eye contact. And Joel never looked away either. 

His thumb returns to your battered lips. Pressing gently into your now tender skin. You return the gesture by running your hands up from his thighs, to his hips, before moving to run your fingers tenderly across his forearms. “Lie back.” He instructs and you do as he says without hesitation again; but your fingers grab hold of his wrists to pull him down to you as well. 

He lets you guide him until he’s pressing his full body weight against you for a second time. His hands start at your thighs, moving to your ass, before he places them firmly on your back and embraces you.

Passionately he holds you as your legs wrap around his waist. And with your help, his cock head presses against your soaking pussy now. Both of you moan at the brief contact where you’re the most sensitive. The single brush has your toes curling up at the promise of what comes next. Your fingers grip at his strong shoulders; just as he guides himself to your core once again. This time he presses inside of you. Sinks his cock slowly into your throbbing pussy. And as you gasp at the intrusion, Joel kisses you in the heat of the moment. 

You can’t help but sob into his mouth. From him stretching you out, kissing you, moaning as your pussy takes him in full, and bottoming out inside of you. It was all so much. Too much. The pleasure, the passion, the burn of the stretch. 

“That’s it baby girl,” Joel mumbles sweetly against your lips. He shifts his hips in shallow thrust for now. Kissing you deeply while he drags his cock out and swiftly back in again. 

Yet again, Joel’s so much bigger than you had expected. It would take you awhile to adjust properly but you didn’t have awhile when the burn in your lower abdomen was scorching hot now. Your own orgasm builds up in quick succession; has you hanging on that thin line for dear life. 

This time it was your turn to break the kiss. Turning your head to the side to gasp for air. His name falls from lips with every rise and fall of your chest. Crying his name like a sinner calls for their god. 

“Mhm baby, I know. You’re doing so good.” Joel comforts. He rearranges his arms and hands embracing you; places his palms on either side of your shoulders as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Your fingers dig into the thick of his shoulders. Gripping onto him as if you were drowning in his lust and desire; which you most certainly were. Now every thrust has his hips meeting your own. Every deep dig of his cock manages to leave your back arching with a mess of his name falling off your lips.

Seeing you in such a state must drive the older man wild because Joel pounds into you now. Hits the deepest spots within your soon to be overstimulated pussy. How he managed to accurately fuck you so well, you had no idea. Never had you slept with someone who knew your body better than you did yourself. It was thrilling. Made you want him every night instead of just this one time. 

“R-right there!” You gasp. Stars burst across your pretty eyes as Joel keeps his rhythm up. One rough, deep thrust after the other. Making sure to pace himself so he doesn’t cum early and ruin your orgasm but wanting to keep on set with your own. 

“Yeah? You gonna come?” Joel chuckles but his laughter ends off in a harsh grunt as you squeeze tightly around him.

You manage to somewhat chuckle with him even as he continues to roughly fuck into you. Acting all smug as if he wasn’t about to lose himself over that edge. And a small part of you wanted him too, right then and there while deep inside of you. Now that really was the alcohol talking; and would solidify what a bad idea all of this could have been.

Your thighs begin to tremble and slip from his waist but Joel is quick even in his drunk, sexed out mind. He catches your leg with one of his hands. Using the new leverage to angle your waist just ever so slightly upwards. The new position has you whimpering for him. You can’t even imagine what you must sound like in his ears. A pathetic, whiny mess as he draws you closer to the edge.

Joel can’t even hold back his own grunts now. He rapidly is coming undone, just as quick as you are. Makes you feel a little better about the noises you make.

“Yes! C-close.” You moan as tears kiss your eyelashes. That drunken, roaring fire was finally going to set your entire body ablaze and you couldn’t wait. “Joel, I’m…I!” You weep. 

“That’s alright baby girl,” Joel moans. Gripping the sheets beneath your body like his life depended on it. Nodding his head ever so slightly as he feels you tighten once more with your impending climax. “Come for me darlin’.” 

And you do as you are told.

He buries himself once more inside of you and that’s all you need. Your back arches clear off the bed as you cum. Your orgasm finally rips through you like a wildfire. His name spills from your lips again and again as you come undone. If anything, you knew your fingernails were going to leave a lovely little impression on his back tomorrow.

You can feel every inch of your body tremble. Feel the sting and pull of his cock with every spasm of your lower half. You toss your head back as overstimulation sets in when he doesn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm. 

His hips just keep rolling until he’s vocalizing his own orgasm through a series of growl-like moans. Fucks your soaking wet pussy until the last second when he’s finally pulling out. His hand lets go of your thigh to wrap around his own cock. Where he fucks his fist to finish out his own orgasm. His cum smears across your lower stomach, shooting out across your hip.

Your body falls limp back against his bed, arms lying lazily above your head. Your mind slips in and out of consciousness. No surprise since the mix of your satisfying orgasm and the alcohol running through your blood would eventually have you passing out. 

But how could you fall asleep when Joel is returning to hang over you. Lips pressing into your shoulder. Joel whispers something about getting cleaned up but you can’t really hear over the buzzing in your ears as you come down from you high. Can only feel him continue to kiss your sweaty, flushed skin. 

That night you had hoped to get the chance to get to know Joel just a little more. Now your only hope was that you’d remember all of this, tomorrow morning.

[joelsprettyprincess]

boss!joel fucking you in a hotel room; it's completely unethical and if anyone found out he'd be canned, but something about seeing you laying on a big bed, just open and ready, in a dingy room just makes him go crazy. he swears that this is the last time, but by next week he'll be daydreaming about eating you out again.

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[eddiemunsonsbedroom]

“Innocent!reader, dubcon/noncon-“

[joelsprettyprincess]

OK BUT JUST IMAGINE FOR ONE SECOND..

joel's got your head pressed against the mattress with his girthy length buried in your mouth, all the way up to the hilt. you're tearing up and he's not even doing anything, just holding it in place and making you deepthroat him.

you tap on his leg desperately for him to let up, and he just looks down at you and smirks.

"Use your words, babygirl. mm-mm, use your words. C'mon."

you're gargling on his thick cock, the base of it pressing on your nose, and he's enjoying watching you drool and choke all over his shaft.

AGH 😖😖