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The Raven And The Firefly - Chapter 5

MINORS DNI

Joel Miller X female reader

Crossover with Stars Too Far

Summary: Joel is tasked to take a strange woman to the fireflies who can't be infected. He believes she is part of a strange and unhinged cult that believes their from outer space. However, begins changing his mind about her as he travels with her.

Warning: Sex. Passionate sex. Nothing too crazy yet.

You wake up with large, strong arms wrapped tightly around you and the sound of birds chirping and the sun blaring into your face.

“Joel,”  You nudge him to loosen his grip but he merely mumbles in his sleep and pulls you tighter.  His strong arms feel comforting and his warm body wrapped around you feels secure as you turn into him and nudge him awake with a push of your cheek against his.

“Mmmph.”  He grumbles in protest.

“It’s daytime, we should get going.”  you whisper.

His hands slowly caress down on your body beneath your unzipped sleeping bags in his half conscious state as he mumbles, “Just a few more minutes.”  His leg slowly snakes around your hips and pulls you into him.

“You smell good.”  He whispers, losing his face in the soft skin of your neck.

You can’t help but let your hands wander over his chest which produces a satisfied moan from Joel.

Then there was a click.

Both of you instantly became on high alert and bolted upright from under the sleeping bags.

A clicker was distortedly angling and blindly searching at the edge of the treeline just ten feet away from you.

You slowly grabbed your knife from your pack as Joel grabbed his hunting rifle.  He gently got to his feet but you touched his side and shook your head “No!” at him.  You knew that if there is one clicker, there are more, and possibly Runners.  If you made noise then you could be suddenly inundated with them.

Joel was laser focused, aiming his rifle at the clicker and silent as it blindly stumbled and stretched uncomfortably with every step into your camp.  You gingerly sidestepped a wide berth around it with your knife ready in your hand.  Both of you knew the best result may be it just stumbling in then fumbling away, finding nothing.  Extremely cautious silence was your best option currently.

It clicked and snarled into the camp as you and Joel nervously flicked your eyes from it to each other, trying to read each other’s fear.  That’s when it stumbled over the ambers of your campfire.  It screeched, burning it’s leg and the shreds of it’s pant leg catching on fire but you jumped on it’s back, stabbing it in its vocal chords then it’s jugular before it could scream and alert others.  It spun around wildly and managed to shake you off enough that it could grab you and throw you down to the ground. It bit your bicep and pulled back with a chunk of your skin.  Just as it pulled back with a portion of your shoulder in it’s mouth there was a gun shot and its head exploded.  It flopped to the ground like a lifeless doll.

You couldn’t catch your breath from the panic but heard Joel’s thundering footsteps racing towards you before you blacked out.

……………..

Your eyes cracked open.  It was nighttime and the orange haze of a fire fended off dark shadows as you groaned and sat up.  

Joel was pointing his gun at you.

You slowly raised your hands in surrender.

“Tell me your name.”  Joel rasped, staring darkly down the nozzle of his gun at you.

“Ameo… But shitheads who point guns at me call me Amy.”  You grog.

“You’re not infected.”  Joel states trying to hide his confusion and curiosity.

You flick your eyes up at him then down at your weeping bite wound with a sneer of pain.

“I’m not.”

“How is that possible?”  He sternly pushes.

“I keep telling you, I’m not fully human…”  You grunt as you roll to your feet to get Joel’s pack for some bandages.

Joel stiffens his gun at you and you raise your hands again falling back into a submissive sitting position, realizing he’s serious.

“You’re fucking crazy.”  He stiffly states as he stares at you from behind his gun, “But you’re not infected after over two days.”  He lowers his gun, gets up, grabs the pack and pulls out the roll of bandages. “So I believe you… that you can’t get infected.”  

You’re confused at first but he pulls off your coat to expose your wound more thoroughly then begins cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide on a rag.  You wince at the cold burning of it as he puts it against your skin.

“Where are we?” You ask with a cracking voice through your pain.

“Same forest. Just farther away from the last camp so other infected couldn’t find us. You’ve been asleep for a few days.”

“We’ve been here for more than two days?”  You ask, astounded.  Joel merely continues to clean and dress your wound then glances up at you, then back to your wound.

“Yeah.”  He states simply.

He expertly wraps your shoulder in the bandages, rubs it gently then looks up at you.

“How does that feel?”  He asks.

“Why did you stay with me all that time not knowing if I would change?  Or that you could be attacked by more Infected finding you?”

Joel hesitates then looks away.  He opts to change the subject and pulls himself to his feet, puts his hands on his hips and cocks one knee as he stares at the foreboding trunks of trees of the forest.

“We need to go East and we have some ground to make up.  There’s an abandoned hotel not far from here we can stay in tonight that I have some provisions stashed in.  Think you can hike for a few hours?”  He looks back at you.

You inspect your bandaged arm, impressed with Joel's first aid work then look back up at him.

“Yeah.  I can do that.”

You and Joel hike for hours through the forest then finally come to the edge of the  brush.  He kneels and scans the the open field before him.

“I think we’re safe.”  He stands up and offers a hand to you to help you up.  You take it and tiredly drag yourself to your feet. “That’s the hotel.”  he points at the dilapidated structure in the distance.

“Club Med”  you smirk at him.

He smiles.

“Let’s go.”  He ushers you into the field.

Cautiously, the two of you make your way across the field but suddenly there is a rusting in the grass.  Joel kneels down and puts a hand back, telling you to get low.

A deer wearily steps out a few feet in front of you.

“What is that?!” you whisper, terrified.  Joel merely angrily stares back at you to be silent and you button you lip.

The deer moves towards the two of you curiously.  Joel raises his rifle and you raise your hand.

The deer walks cautiously up to you and sniffs your hand.  You let it inspect you, then it hears a noise in the background and leaps off into the tall grass.

“Was that some kind of dog?”  You ask excitedly.

“You really are from outer space aren’t you?” Joel teases your ignorance, puts the safety back on his gun and holsters it.  “It could have been dinner.  But I don’t like meeting my dinner intimately before I eat it.”

You don’t really understand but shrug and continue walking behind Joel until you’ve made it to the forboding doors of the dilapidated hotel.

Joel shoulders the jammed door of the hotel loudly a few times before it gives in.  The bottom floor is flooded and overgrown with plantlife.  He points to a large stairwell on the other side of the lobby, through the murky water.

“We need to get there.  Can you swim?”  He asks.

“Kind of.”  You state and slowly step, carefully down into the water.  It’s waist high until a sudden drop and you begin dog paddling frantically.  You realize you won’t make it all the way over to the stairs in one go and swim over to a small stage that has a piano on it and drag yourself up onto it, panting.  Joel easily swims up next to you and pulls himself up.  As you both catch your breath you look back at the piano then pull yourself up from the ground, pull out the bench and sit down in front of it.

“You know how to play that thing?”  Joel asked.

“I heard during one of the wars there was an American Soldier who was once clearing a building in Germany.  He heard a man playing a beautiful piano song.  He went down to hear the music.  It was a German Soldier.   He played a whole song for that American soldier then looked up at him and they both smiled.  Then the American shot him.”

You play a chord on the hauntingly out of tune piano then a scale run.

“I do know how to play this thing.”  You smile up at him, “Maybe one day I’ll find one in tune and I can write a song for you.”

“I’d like that.”  Joel smiles at you.

You get up from the piano, sigh, then slough down back into the water and dog paddle your way over to the stairs.  You climb four flights of stairs and Joel leads you to a specific room.  He shoulders in the door again and once your inside you’re surprised to see a bed with blankets and pillows (dirty and worn, but blankets and pillows)  He shoved the door back shut with a loud grind and locks numerous locks that he has obviously, over time, rigged up and installed on the door.

“Are you hungry?”  He grunts going to the worn out kitchenette.

“Starving!” You say excitedly.  He pulls out a can of Chef Boyarde from the cupboard, turns on a propane hot plate and begins heating up the food.

“What is that stuff?”  You sneer your nose at it.

He hands you a plate of Chef Boyardee.

“Amazing.  That’s what it is.”  He smirks as he sits next to you on the bed and begins to eat his plate of food.  You hesitate at first, then take a bite, then happily engulf the rest of it quickly.

“Good, right?”  Joel laughs as you inhale the food.

“My mouth has never been so happy.”  You say in between messy bites.

You both finish eating and are exhausted.

“A real bed!”  You exclaim as you jump onto it and it exudes a cloud of dust.

“Yeah,”  Joel laughs, “A real bed.”  He takes off his rifle, boots and belt then shuffles to sit in the bed with you leaning against the headboard.

“Are we safe here?”  You ask meekly, looking out the broken window to the night sky.

“Nothing is getting past that door and those locks.”  Joel confirms.

“Thank the maker…”  You mumble as you nuzzle up against Joel in the bed and close your eyes.  He’s surprised at first, at how open you are to get close to him but and raises his arms, almost in protest, but eventually smiles and wraps his arms around you.  He sinks down into the comfortable bed and pulls you close to him.

“You smell so good.” he whispers to you.

“I haven’t showered in days.”  You laugh offhandedly.

He pulls you in and takes a slow inhale, “You smell like spring flowers.”

You look up at him and smile gently.  He breathes you in again then takes his strong hand and angles your face to his then gently nuzzles into you and you feel his lips touch yours.  His warm tongue slowly lavishes the inside of your mouth as he kisses you slowly and purposefully.  You feel his hips cant against you gently as his instincts begin to take over.  He pulls his shirt off and slowly trails a hand up your midsection, tickling your belly as he pulls your shirt up over your head as well.  

“I want to make you feel like a goddess.”  He quirks a small sideways smile as he reaches down to the button of your pants. 

You smile as he slowly peels off your clothes.  You feel his hot breath as he sniper-poses between your legs and hones in on your underwear.  His hand is slowly circling your clit over top of your underwear, teasing it, and as you get more and more excited he cracks a smile, seeing your underwear change color as it gets wet with your slick.

“You like that, baby girl?”  He rasps up at you.

“Mmm yeah…” Is all you can manage to muffle out.

He slowly pulls your underwear down with a finger, exposing your swollen, hot pussy to him.  He takes a slow and gentle inhale of your pussy, “That’s what I’ve been smelling…”  He confirms as he dives his face hungrily into your pussy.

You feel his hot, wet tongue slowly explore all of your folds, making you arch your back and call out.  His tongue finally slips upwards to your swollen clit and lavishes it.  He teases and circles it slowly at first, making you grasp the bed sheets then just as you’re about to explode he dives in and sucks and licks as hard as he can. 

Your body is wrenching and writhing.  You beg for release.  But he pulls back.

He pulls his pants and underwear off, springing his rock hard cock forward.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby girl.”  He rasps.

“Yes, Joel.”  You stare at him intently.

He crowds over you and pushes you into the bed, his hot breath lavishing you as he stares down into your eyes.  Suddenly you’re seeing stars as he jams his cock into you and fills you up.  He puts one of his large arms under your lower back and angles you to just the right position so he’s thrusting slowly, forcefully, into your g-spot.  You exhale as if all of your stress has left your body upon his first few thrusts and when he sees this he smiles, pulls you tighter and begins slowly and rhythmically thrusting into you.  You become putty in his arms, your entire body, nothing but pleasure as his cock becomes harder and harder inside of you.

“Joel…” You moan in ecstasy as you roll your head back.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He rasps as he fucks you slowly harder.

“Yes, baby!  Harder!”  You exclaim.

“You want to be fucked good and hard?”  Joel whispers with a scent of excitement.  You can only muster a panting nod through your passion.  

He props himself up on his hands and knees and gruffly pushes you to line up underneath him.  He holds himself over top of you and leans in to whisper in your ear with a devilish smile, “Hold on, baby…” 

You feel his arm grab you under the small of your back then he wildly pumps into you.  His throbbing cock stretches you and hits places you’ve never felt before making you arch up into him and moan loudly as you squirm in excitement.  He’s pushing you down onto the bed and thrusting as hard as he can into you, watching your face cry out in pleasure as his cock twitches, hard to the extreme and he knows he won’t last long.

You push up from the bed and grasp him, calling out his name as you stretch yourself into him over and over again.  His balls heave up and cock twitches as he spews strong ropes of thick cum into you.   He calls out your name and tumbles over you, clutching you as he cants into you, hard at first then slowing as he softly rides out his orgasm.

His arms clutch you tightly as his heart races, then slows, then gently, he falls asleep next to you.  You curl into him, lavishing in his imposing touch.  

It had been so long since you had felt any kind of pleasure or safety and you wanted to stay in this room forever.  However, you knew, the next day you would be moving on.  And it was very likely neither of you would even talk about what just happened.

You look up to Joel’s sleeping face and felt sadness as he slowly and rhythmically breathed.  But then felt his arms and legs wrapped around you tightly and felt safety.  It was conflicting.  Which wasn’t good.  The last thing you needed was conflict on a journey that involved trying to keep you alive.

You guessed that he would pretend nothing happened the next morning when he woke up and braced yourself for that outcome.

[drugsorgasmsandcheese]

trouble | j. miller

fem!reader x mob!joel

summary: you don’t regret studying literature, not in the slightest. but there’s only so many times you can work in your local library and watch twelve year olds rush to the shitty dark romance books, and all for minimum wage.

and just when you think you lead a normal life, your grandparents are introducing you to a man who the devil would’ve worshipped. he is cold, he is dark, he’s sexy, and he’s offering you a job at one of his clubs.

joel miller is a dangerous man, that’s all you know. your grandparents seem to like him, but all your college friends tell you he is an omen of death. you don’t care, of course, because why would you when your hourly salary could buy you a house, and joel treats you like royalty despite your snarky mouth?

joel’s known trouble his entire life. he’s caused it, he created it, but he never quite knew it like he knew you. a shy woman with a killer attitude, so quick to humble the next person who dares make you a subject of their torment. he knew, he knew he’d have to keep you tucked away with him.

a life of luxury and a love you’ve never experienced was something you relished in. but can the world joel has known his entire life be something you can accept, or will you go running at the first chance?

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!!! smut (HA), age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 40s), mob!joel 🫣, angst :), possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, violence, murder, arguments, reader HAD a rough home life, bad language cause i have a foul mouth yk? reader is a smartass and doesn’t understand social cues. pictures do NOT represent reader’s physical appearance & they do not belong to me. i think that’s it??

how it all started

SERIES

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three

HEADCANONS

a/n: *sigh* i did this to myself really…

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[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Imagine my shock when I realized I added a thousand words to this chapter. I've really enjoyed adding more depth to the scenes and reader's Jackson life. I think I was SO EXCITED to get these two character's faces smashed together I forgot to round the character and her life out a little more.

As for Joel, I listened to "Changes" by Crosby, Stills & Nash on repeat while I wrote his little speech... I think he had years of suffering and now there's this person in his life, who radiates care and beauty. He's allowing himself to fall for her, finally, comfortable after two decades of coldness.

Seem like something out of a dream I had years ago, yes, I remember screaming Nobody laughing all the good times Getting harder to come by without weeping

Now I have someone She has seen me changing And it gets harder as you get older Farther away

I just love the idea of Joel Miller not only falling in love, but giving himself the permission to love.

From this point, expect a lot of smut, because I can't say no to it.

As always, thank you for reading and I'll see you Thursday with Joel's POV, a special surprise, and a playlist. I've really loved revisiting this and making it into a story I'm very proud of.

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Stay Awhile & Listen

Elks Chapter 5 Version 2.0

Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: Joel's back from patrol and he has a surprise for you. Chapter Warnings: an abundance of softness, joel has feelings and actually talks about them!, smut, oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, a lot of feelings and then a lot of filth, couch shenanigans, they're falling hard for each other folks. Words: 4,700 Headers courtesy of @saradika-graphics.

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Masterlist Playlist “See The Changes” by Crosby, Stills & Nash. 

Your week is a slow, arduous march towards Saturday and Joel’s return. You’ve never paid much attention to the passage of time when patrollers are gone–at least, not until Joel. You miss him. 

Monday, you stay up too late playing the guitar Joel fixed for you. You wonder how far he is from Jackson.  Tuesday, you help in the gardens, watering, pruning, and harvesting fruits and vegetables until the sky turns dark. You wonder if he has enough food. Wednesday, you sketch a young elk surrounded by bluebells on a salvaged canvas. You wonder if he’s okay and safe. Thursday, you join your friends at the Bison, but you find yourself staring longingly at the table where you first saw Joel. The whiskey doesn’t taste nearly as good as it does when you’re at home drinking it with him. You wonder if he has a flask and if he’s thinking the same thing. Friday, you toss and turn embarrassed by how eager you are to see him again. You wonder if he misses you too.

The library has been slow today, the residents are busier during the summer months, you relish the slow time, allowing you to organize and catalog your books. 

You’re sitting cross legged on the floor of your classroom, rearranging a bookshelf when heavy bootsteps entering your room catch your attention. 

You turn, eyes widening when you see Joel, he’s wearing the same green plaid shirt you first saw him in all those months ago.

“Joel,” you gasp, a large grin lighting your face. “Hi.”

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets, his voice even more gravelly than usual. He looks tired, more worn from the days out on patrol. You admire him so much for what he does to keep everyone safe. 

You blink up at him, suddenly reminded of how big he is. He reaches down, offering his hand, and you take it, helping him pull you up.

His arms wrap around you in a hug that tells you he missed you just as much as you missed him. 

“Sorry, I’m filthy–haven’t even been home yet,” he murmurs against your hair. 

“You’re fine. You–I– missed you,” you sigh, inhaling the scent of him, he smells of Joel with a tinge of sweat and dirt. God, he smells good. 

He chuckles softly. “I missed you too.” 

You tilt your head up, failing at trying to hide your smile of excitement. He gazes down to your lips, slowly lowering his lips to meet yours, kissing you tenderly. God, how you missed him. His hands pull you closer, your hands grasp at his flannel-covered biceps. You sigh against his lips as his tongue licks against yours. 

The clang of the schoolhouse doors interrupt your kiss. Laughter echoes through the halls as a child’s voice grows louder. Joel steps back with a mischievous smirk. 

“I finished the book!” Claire, the daughter of your friends Robin and Peter, bursts into the room, holding up a well-loved copy of James And The Giant Peach. “I loved it!”

“Oh, that’s great news! I knew you would kiddo,” you say, walking over to high-five her. You greet Robin with a nod and a smile, she does a double-take when she spots Joel standing in the classroom. 

“Yeah! It was soooo good!” Claire says excitedly. “What can I read next?” 

You tap your lip thoughtfully. “Well, hmm. If you liked that one so much, how about you try another Roald Dahl?” You pull a paperback off the shelf with a friendly looking old giant on the cover. “The BFG, it’s just as fantastical and fun as James.”

Joel watches you from the same spot, you feel his eyes on you the whole time. 

“It sounds so good!” Claire says, happily thumbing through the pages as you fill out the check out card. “Thank you!” 

“You’re welcome. Hope you like it kiddo,” you say. 

“Come on, let’s get home so you can start on your book,” Robin says, gently taking Claire’s hand. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime,” you smile. 

Joel stands silently, nodding a goodbye at Robin as they turn and leave. 

“I should head out. I haven’t had a shower since Monday, and I need to go pick up something from Tommy and Maria’s. Do you still want to come over tonight?” The way he looks at you, hope rounding his brown eyes as he waits for your answer, makes your heart thud against your chest. 

“Y-yes,” you smile. “Of course.”

“Great,” he says,  cupping your chin and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Come over when you’re ready.”

“I will.”

You’ve never been outside the gates of Jackson since your arrival. You’ve lived with barriers longer than without them, so why would you ever sign yourself up to see what lies beyond the iron and wood confines? You know how little you understand about surviving out there—less, even, than your own students. You’re sheltered, and you’ve never doubted that. You’re okay with it. Joel? Not so much.

“You’ve never wanted to leave?” he asks, sitting beside you on his couch, his arm casually draped around your shoulders, the other hand holding a cup of coffee as he relaxes after dinner.

“Not really,” you reply, setting your empty cup on the table, “I’ve really had no reason, and it was never asked of me. I’m sure it’s really dumb of me.”

“Not dumb, just not smar–“

“Just say dumb, Joel,” you tease, turning toward him with a grin.

“Never call you dumb.” His hand reaches up, cradling your cheek gently. “I just think you should know the basics of how the world works outside here. Just in case there’s a problem. I don’t like the idea of you being unprepared. Do you know how to shoot a gun?”

“I do,” you say, resting your head against his chest. “They put us through a rudimentary training program here when I first got here. I know how to defend myself.”

“Rudimentary?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, it means basic.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “You’re so smart, glad there’s people like you still around.”

“Well,” you say, tilting your head up to look at him, “you just spent almost a week in the wilderness protecting us and scavenging for supplies. I’m glad there are people like you.”

He hums, with a thoughtful look on his face. “Speaking of supplies, I’ve got something for you. S’why I wanted you to come over tonight. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you, okay?”

“Is it good, Joel?” you ask, feeling the excitement build inside.

He laughs and kisses your forehead. “Of course it’s good. Go on, now do what I said.”

You close your eyes, placing your hands over them for extra measure. You hear him grunt softly as he stands, then feel his hand gently tip your chin up as he steals another quick kiss before walking away.

You feel giddy as you hear him walk away, you try to ascertain where he’s headed over the soft music playing, hearing his footsteps bound up the stairs. You don’t dare peek.

“Eyes still closed?” Joel shouts from upstairs.

“Yes!” you yell back, your voice sparking with excitement.

“Alright, comin’ down,” he says, his heavy footsteps thudding down the steps. “Don’t peek.”

“I’m not. Promise.”

You rock back and forth on the edge of the couch, feeling nervous excitement flutter throughout your body as you hear Joel take a seat on the coffee table across from you. You haven’t felt this type of excited nervousness in years. 

“You can open ‘em,” he says softly. 

You open your eyes, first focusing on Joel, sitting there with a shy, half-smile on his face. A small gray box in his lap catches the corner of your eyes. Your heart skips a beat when you realize what it is. 

“How in the world…? Joel! How did you find this?” your voice peaks with elation as you snatch the small stereo from his lap.

“Traded Tommy for it. He ’n Maria need a crib, so I just signed myself up to furnish their kid’s room in exchange.” 

“You didn’t have to do that! I don’t want to take their stereo. I can’t do that to them,” you reluctantly lift the stereo towards him, feeling guilty. 

“They’ve still got a record player and besides, they were happy to help you out once I told Tommy it was for you,” he says, gently pushing the stereo back into your lap. “It’s small, but it’ll do until we can find you something better.” 

You push down on the CD door and watch it pop open, you’re amazed the hinges still work. You had something like this back in middle school. It was blue, and covered it in butterfly and smiley face stickers. 

“Joel, this is… wow,” you say, tears welling in your eyes at his thoughtfulness. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me. You just fixed my guitar last week, and now this?” You hastily wipe a rogue tear that escapes away. “I can’t thank you enough, this is so sweet.”

“No need for tears, it was nothing,” he wipes a tear from your cheek. “Really sweetheart, I wanted to do this for you.” 

He takes the stereo from your lap, setting it down on the table beside him. “I still feel like I owe you so much for what you did in there,” he nods towards his studio. “For years I never believed beauty could exist in this world. People like you… they don’t usually survive. And then one day, I walk into my home and see you there with Ellie. I finally meet the teacher she wouldn’t stop talking about.” His voice softens, as he gazes into your eyes. “You were so beautiful, ’n when you left, you forgot your CD. I listened to it, selfishly, because I wanted to know more about you.”

His words wrap you in a feeling you’ve never felt before. You’re speechless, the moment and Joel’s revelation far too tender to break with words. 

“All the songs on there I’d never heard, pretty new things you left that I got to hear. Then, you fall ’n I bring you in here, you tell me you painted that elk picture… all I could think about was how beautiful you were, inside and out. Just like your painting–hell–just like everything you do. Your classroom, how pretty it is, how nice you made it for your kids, how you painted the flowers everywhere.” His voice drops, low and warm as he spills his heart into your accepting hands. “After all these years of living the way I did, I needed you to bring something like that into my life. Every time you’re not around, I can’t wait to see you again. Damn near lost my mind on patrol because of how much I missed you.“ 

He leans closer, his calloused palm tenderly cradles your face, his thumb tracing circles across your chin. “I keep on thinking about that enigma word you called me.. but you’re the enigma for me. You still want to make this world better… and you do, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re here, so caring, so soft, so smart, ’n so beautiful. I like when you’re near me, I like how you make me feel new after all this time.” 

Your chest tightens and blooms all at once, warmth spreads across your body. Joel’s always a man of few words, but the way he confesses his feelings, the way his voice deepens as he tells you how he feels, it makes you want him even more.

“Joel,” you whisper. “I like being near you too.” You can’t think of anything else to say.

His face softens, relief and affection behind his gaze. “That’s good, sweetheart,” he leans forward and kisses you.

Your hands grab his solid arms. He’s so big and strong, yet his skin is always so soft and cushioned against your touch. 

His tongue parts your lips, moving languidly as he explores your mouth. You taste the remnants of coffee left over on his tongue. The way his mouth fits against yours after his words of adoration makes you deepen the kiss grasping his arms tighter.

You need Joel, you’ve thought about last Saturday all week, tensity radiating through your body whenever you’d think about the feeling of your body pressed against his. Every night since, lying alone in bed, you’ve been tempted to reach your hand between your legs and soothe the want, but you refused yourself. You dedicated a whole page in your sketchbook to drawing his plush lips, and now they’re back on you. 

You break away from the kiss, your breath ragged as you rest your forehead against his, your hands still clutching his arms. “I’ve been thinking about you… every night,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, your lips brushing his as you speak.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinkin’ about you too,” he rasps.

“I just… I keep thinking about how little time it’s been.” You nervously stammer. “Everything is happening so fast, and I like it, but… I don’t know. Is it okay?”

He rubs your knees as he thoughtfully muses. “It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you. Time isn’t the same as it was, you take what you can get with the time you’ve got.”

You nod in agreement as goosebumps prickle along your legs from his touch. 

“You were in here only a few weeks ago when you fell,” Joel looks down at your knees. “Still can see some of the marks left from the rocks.” His fingers press into your skin firmer, like he’s trying to contain himself. “You’ve been on my mind since then… sometimes you’re all I can think about. I know it hasn’t been long, but…” His hands slide up to your thighs. “I want you, ‘n I really hate wasting time.”

His lips crash against yours. He’s never kissed you like this– so tender yet so intense. His hands knead your thighs, with slow, deliberate care, in the same way he touched your knees. His tongue brushes against yours, pulling a moan from your throat. His touch is firm with tensity and yet he caresses you gently. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lift yourself off the couch. Your knees knock against the table as you straddle his thick thighs and sit on Joel’s lap, never breaking the kiss. 

Two weeks, it’s only been two weeks. Two weeks of longing glances, shared stories over meals, quiet understandings, and feelings blooming like the flowers that bloom all around Jackson. You’ve wanted this since the moment you first saw him, and the desire only grew once he was no longer a handsome stranger. Now, you’ve reached an ignition point, and Joel is right there with you, holding the match. 

His hands grab your hips, you can feel him against you, his pants tenting against your core.

Denim rubs against denim as you grind down on Joel’s lap. His mouth moves down your jaw, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck down to your collarbone. He explores you like he’s mapped his journey in his head. 

You lean your head back, moaning softly when his hands slide up your torso, cupping your breasts. He kisses his way back up your neck, you reach for his jaw, feeling the bristle of his beard against your palms. His eyes meet yours, darkening with desire. 

“Joel…” you breathe out, your voice trembling.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I—I want you.”

“Heh,” a low chuckle rumbles as his forehead rests against yours. “I want you too, baby.”

Baby. A new name, nobody has ever called you baby. Your lips part with a soft moan. He catches it with his kiss, his lips tugging on your bottom lip.  

His hands grip your hips, pulling you down harder against him as you grind, trying to soothe the ache between your legs. 

His hand slips beneath your shirt, a calloused hand palms at the soft skin of your breasts. You haven’t been touched by anybody in over a year, but this? You’ve never been touched like this ever. Other men pale in comparison to Joel Miller. 

Your shirt feels too hot against your skin, you grab the hem of it and pull it over your head. He leans back slightly, his eyes devouring your half naked body. He lets out a low, rumbled curse as you sit bare chested on top of him. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. “Smell so sweet.” 

His mouth trails lower and buries his head between your breasts, thumbs stroking against your nipples as they harden under his touch. His mouth finds your breast, plush lips sealing over your nipple, your back arches when he sucks it farther in. A needy whine escapes your lips at the sensation, as you grab his shoulders. The want in you begins sparking even hotter at his touch. 

“Good baby?” he asks, his voice muffled by your skin, his lips never leaving your breast. Baby again.

“Y-Yes, want your shirt off,” you gasp out. “Want to feel your skin.” 

He pulls back just enough and straightens, lifting his faded black shirt up and off, tossing it behind you onto the couch. 

Your hands move instinctively, feeling the broad expanse of his chest. He’s so warm, you feel the raised skin of the small scars scattered across his body, reminding you of the cruelty this man who holds you gently has experienced. A smattering of hair across his chest leads a trail down his belly to his jeans. Your hands follow the path, fingers lingering at the waistband. His breath hitches as your hands move lower, your fingers unbutton and unzip his jeans.

“Couch, let’s move,” Joel hisses out. “Here, get up."

You rise on shaky legs. He stays seated on the edge of his coffee table, his hands holding your hips drawing you closer to plant a kiss on your stomach. 

“Want to see all of you first,” he says, voice thick with longing. “Been thinking ‘bout this after that first day you were on my couch.” 

Your cunt clenches at his words, you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, and he’s barely even touched you. 

Joel unbuttons and unzips your shorts, glancing up at you for reassurance. You nod, giving him a small smile that he returns. He pushes your shorts and underwear down, leaving you bare and standing in the middle of his living room. Dark brown eyes roam over your body fully on display for him, brows furrowed in concentration as if he’s trying to memorize every mole, curve, scar, and mark on you.

“Can’t get over how pretty you are,” he breathes out, standing up from the coffee table. He leans forward, taking your chin in his hand and places a kiss on your lips. “Now, sit on the couch for me baby.” 

You slowly lower yourself onto the cushions, pushing your legs together to try to quell the ache in between them.

He stands, his large body towering over you, jeans slung low on his hips, his cock pressing rigidly against the denim. He bends down to kiss you again, his hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart, exposing all of you to him. 

You can feel his breathing accelerate against you as his fingers glide over your folds, testing your response. You moan into his mouth as he dips a finger in and traces a line from your clit to your entrance and back.

You’ve imagined him doing this to you back when he was just a crush, just a handsome stranger, your enigma. You never imagined how thick his finger would be, how gentle his touch would feel, how his teeth would gently nibble against your bottom lip. 

“Christ. You’re so tight and it’s just one finger baby,” Joel says, voice low and whispered as he looks down. “Can I taste you?"

You have no words, you grunt a yes as he lowers himself on the floor and pulls you forward, spreading your legs wider. You’re not even shy, being on full display like this, legs stretched open to expose your soaked cunt. You want him to see all of you, it’s all you’ve ever wished for since that first day you saw his handsome face.

He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your core. His low groan vibrates against you when his tongue licks its way up and down the shape of you.

His dark brown eyes gaze into yours when he looks up from in between your legs. You can’t stop staring at him, almost in disbelief that Joel Miller’s tongue is swirling gentle circles around your clit while the lines between his eyebrows are set in determination, wanting to make you feel good.

Your hips begin to cant against his mouth. And when he adds a second finger, slowly pumping and stretching you, your fingers run through his hair, softly combing the waves as his fingers and tongue devastates you.

He’s proven to you numerous times how much he cares for you, but this? This is the ultimate way. This is the care you’ve always wanted. 

It’s all so overwhelming. What the two of you are doing here in his living room, the build up over the past couple of weeks, the crush you’ve harbored for months, now culminating here on this very couch. The same couch where he once touched you so tenderly while he bandaged your knee. Now those same hands roam your body and grips your thigh, holding it wide open as he devours you. 

Your orgasm climbs within you with each lick against your swollen clit, each rub of his beard against your sensitive folds, each twist of his fingers inside you. You’re close, so fucking close, and when Joel moans against you, your pussy clenches as it floods with your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, his tongue licking down to drink you in, tenderly lapping up your wetness, like he’s savoring you and trying to stretch out the time he has between your legs. You moan his name as he leaves a kiss on your clit before pulling away, his mouth and chin glistening. 

Your body tremors through the aftershock of your orgasm, legs still spread wide, mouth held agape as you pant for air. His hands rub up and down your legs, watching you in awe.  

“Everything about you is too sweet,” he says with a shake of his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still can’t believe you’re real."

He leaves a kiss against your knee before bracing his hands on the couch, anchoring himself to stand. He winces as he rises and stretches his back out with a groan. 

“You okay?” you ask, leaning back against the couch, noticing how his cock still lays hard underneath his jeans.

“Yeah, just a bad back… probably shouldn’t have been on the floor for that long,” he sees you grimace in guilt, “but it was well worth it.” 

He settles on the couch next to you with a huff, pulling you into him, pressing you into his bare chest against yours. 

“What about…” your hand runs up and down his thigh. 

“Mm?” Joel kisses the top of your head. 

“What about me… doing the same for you?” your hand moves to grip his bulge. “I want to taste you too.”

He groans against your hair. “Yeah?” his voice tinges with awe. “Not gonna argue with that sweetheart.”

You quickly rise from the couch, your body thrumming at the thought of having him in your mouth. Now you can show him how much you’ve thought about this moment.

“You just might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen baby,” he whispers in awe as you stand between his legs. “S’not gonna take me long.”

Accepting his sweet words, you kneel down and tug at his jeans and briefs revealing his cock. It’s so large, just like his focus on you, just like the tension in the room, just like the orgasm he just gave you. 

Your hand rests against his thigh, rubbing back and forth across the soft hair. When your other hand wraps around his thick shaft, your eyes follow the gulp of air he swallows travel down his neck. His skin is so soft here, so warm, you can’t wait to feel him inside your mouth. You slowly pump your fist down his length while lowering yourself to the floor.

God, he’s gorgeous. His cock twitches in your hand as you hold it, wetting your lips, you bend forward and lick the drop of precum that’s leaked the tip. You moan at the taste. Salt, sweat… Joel. He lets a low curse growl out of his mouth when you take him deeper into your mouth. He stretches your lips, opens your throat, and fills your mouth fully. 

“S’good,” he croaks, his hand brushing a piece of hair away from your forehead. “So pretty.”

He groans when you swirl your tongue along his wide tip, leaving a kiss against it as Joel looks down at you with lust filled eyes of adoration. 

He feels so good in your mouth, velvety and rigid, you begin to bob your head down his length, taking him to the back of your throat. The thought of how much his big cock will fill your cunt sends a flutter through your body. 

He tangles his hand in your hair, lightly tugging and setting a pace as you suck him. 

“S’good baby, close— m’close,” he groans, his hips rising and falling to meet your movements.

You nod and hum in agreement hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder. 

His hips pull up, your name deeply hums out of his mouth as he cums down your throat. You swallow every drop, reveling in the taste of him now being a part of you. 

“Jesus Christ,” he pants, shaking his head, as he pulls you into his lap, his hands wrapping around your waist. “S’amazing.” 

You giggle, resting your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You still can’t quite believe your luck to know and feel Joel the way you do now.

“So, about the CD player,” Joel’s voice breaks through the silence, “I’ve decided it comes with a condition.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, you come with me outside of Jackson for a day.”

“Joel…” 

It’s too late for ultimatums, the only reason you haven’t gotten off his couch and walked home is you’re too comfortable laying against his body that’s currently only clad in his underwear while all you wear is his t-shirt.

“It’s important, it doesn’t have to be now, but soon,” he continues, his tone serious, like he’s overly concerned about your safety and wellbeing. “Please do it for me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what’s out there…”

“And I do,” he reassures. “I’ll keep you safe, it doesn’t have to be long… just long enough so if you ever do have to leave… it won’t be your first time out in years,” he urges. “Get your bearings ’n everything.” 

“You think I’ll be okay out there?”

“I wouldn’t ask of it if I didn’t think you’d be okay.”

You nod softly. “I guess it makes sense.”

“S’pose so. Doesn’t have to be now but just, when the time is right, I think it’ll be good for you.”

“Okay… if it means I get to keep the CD player.”

He tightens his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your hair. “You get to keep the CD player darlin’.”

Neither of you moves for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. You don’t leave until morning.