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She'll Leave You With A Smile II Joel Miller x Reader
Short and sweet, just a little somethin' somethin' before the weekend. Thanks for reading!
Joel had brought you a gift, and one thing always leads to another with him.
Warnings: fluffy and smutty, explicit content 18+, soft!dom!joel, masturbation, unprotected sex, piv, minors dni.
Word count: 1.6k
You always had music playing at your house and you were very protective of the CD collection you had amassed over the years. You and Ellie had bonded over it, and she often spent afternoons and evenings at your place, sometimes dragging Joel along with her.Â
You had just gotten out of the shower, and you were putting on a shirt and pants when you heard a knock on your door. Much to your surprise, it was Joel on the doorstep and not Ellie.Â
âHey, how are you?â You asked as you let him in. He looked exhausted as he gave you a tight smile.
âI'm alright,â he said. âI uh⌠have somethinâ. For you, I mean.âÂ
Joel brought you a gift, several in fact.Â
He was nervous to even tell you, let alone give you them. You could see the hesitancy in his eyes. But when the CD cases came out of his pack, you felt your cheeks burning. He handed them to you, his lips pursed and his eyebrow furrowed. âI saw âem and thought of you,â he said.Â
Three CDs, albums that you hadn't heard since before the outbreak. Tears touched your eyes. This was one of the most thoughtful moments you'd experienced with anyone, let alone with Joel. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you looked up at him. He furrowed his brow.Â
âThank you,â you whispered to him. âThis⌠this means a lot to me.âÂ
The crease on his forehead began to relax and he stepped closer to you. âYou should play that George Strait one,â he said and pressed his lips to your forehead.
You nodded your head, set down the CDs on the dining table, and turned to hug him. He returned it gingerly, hands pressing on your lower and upper back. âI'm glad you like âem.âÂ
â˘â˘â˘
You had danced with him that night for the first time. He hummed along to the album you put on, swaying back and forth with you with his cheek pressed into your head. It felt comfortable. It felt natural. He lifted his head, grabbing onto your hands before leading you into a spin. You laughed, and he smiled at you, continuing to hum to the music. You leaned up and kissed him.Â
It grew feverish more quickly than you'd wanted it to. You wanted to savor the moment, tuck this memory away in a special place inside your mind. When your lips landed on his and you smelled his distinct scent, you felt the sensation drip down your body to your stomach, where a fire was beginning to grow within you. He seemed to sense it, too, kissing you with increasing ferocity.Â
His tongue slid across your lip, and you permitted him to enter your mouth. You pulled him closer to you, fingers fisting in his shirt, and he smirked against you before finally pulling away. He breathed deeply, eyes completely fixated on you, and cleared his throat.Â
âWould you like to head upstairs?âÂ
You nodded. âI'd like that a lot, Joel.âÂ
He took your hand and led the way up to your room. You turned and kissed him again after you entered, hands reaching up over his neck and into his hair. He moaned softly against your lips, murmuring, âGet out of your clothes.âÂ
You obeyed, discarding them as he watched you. He slowly brought himself down onto the chair by the door and he commanded you to get on the bed across from him. You felt a gush of wetness between your thighs at his low tone, and did as he asked.Â
âI want you to touch yourself,â he said. âAnd think of me.â
You swallowed as you worked your way up to the headboard, sitting against it before spreading your legs before him. He stared at you intently, motioning with his hand for you to begin. You slowly slid two fingers against your folds, a quiet moan falling from your lips.Â
Joel liked to watch you touch yourself. He leaned forward on the chair, elbows resting on top of his knees as he put his hands beneath his chin. You stared right back at him, rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your other hand came up to your breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple.Â
Joel didn't move. Your intensity increased slowly, thoughts of him invading your mind. You loved this, him watching you pleasure yourself. You thought of his hard cock, the way it strained in his jeans at the mere thought of you. You thought of the way he touched you, firm and sure of himself. You thought of the way he would moan your name as he pounded into you, and how sometimes he'd whimper for you when he was close.Â
You were overwhelmed quickly.Â
And when you were shaking hard, legs vibrating as you touched yourself at a vicious pace, bordering on crying because you were so damn close and couldn't quite reach it, Joel was there. He swooped in, fingers sinking into your pussy as his nose nuzzled your fingers out of the way. He curled his fingers, and then began pumping them in and out of you, licking at your clit, forcing your orgasm out of you.Â
Your cry was ugly and broken, breath hitching in your throat, and he loved it. He loved the way your hips bucked into him, and how your thighs closed around his head as you clenched around his fingers. The way you cried his name, twisting and writhing on the bed as he continued his ruthless pace, even after your orgasm began to leave you. You tried scrambling away, overstimulated, but he wouldn't let you, his other hand grabbing your hip to keep you there.Â
You fell back onto the bed, crying out his name. He moaned your name in response, licking at your bruised clit. Your hand grabbed onto the hair on top of his head as a second orgasm was pulled out of you by his actions. You shook violently, thighs trembling with the sheer force of your climax. He chuckled as he pulled away, his fingers sliding up and out of you before rubbing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. As you came down from riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed through you, he removed his hand completely and began to undress himself.Â
You were practically drunk, unable to focus as he came up over you, now as naked as you. Your hands wrapped around him, fingers digging into his back as you pulled him down towards you.Â
âJoel,â you murmured. âPlease⌠I need you.âÂ
He obliged. You could feel him pressing his cock up against your sex, before pushing inside of you. You gasped as your back arched up off the bed and pushed you closer to him. One of his arms wrapped underneath you, keeping your back bowed as he kissed across your chest and neck. You shook under him, eyebrows furrowed, and you whispered his name again.Â
He smirked as he looked up at you, his eyes deep and full of desire. You were drawn in, and you pulled on him, bringing him up to kiss you. He began to rock his hips, slow and agonizing, and you cried out into his mouth. He eagerly gulped down the sound, grunting as he did so. He was devouring you, your senses overrun with everything that was him. He touched you with his hands, hard enough to bruise. He kissed you with force, his tongue invading your mouth while you inhaled his scent.Â
You gripped the bed, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. He increased in pace as you did so, the sounds of your bodies meeting echoing along with both of your cries. You met him again and again, eager to make him cum for you. You whined when his hand grabbed your breast, squeezing it tightly.Â
You were close. You could feel it bubbling up under the surface. Raising your knees to his sides, you scratched down his arms as he hit impossibly deeper, bumping up against that spot that drove you mad. He sat up, his thick thighs under yours as he wrapped both of your legs in his arms. You tossed your head to the side.
âTell me what you need.â
You didn't tell him, so much as you showed him. You grabbed his hand, bringing his thumb up against your clit. He rubbed little circles, flicking it back and forth with a gentle touch.Â
âHarder,â you demanded. âPlease, Joel.âÂ
He brought his hand up, smacking right above where your bodies were connecting before his thumb returned to its previous spot, pressing hard into your bruised bundle. You didn't even have time to think before your breath left you and your orgasm washed over you. He groaned your name, and that's the last thing you heard as everything became far away. Your eyes closed, dots and stars popping through underneath your eyelids. Blood rushed through your body, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. Your body tightened around him over and over as the waves took you deeper and deeper out into the sea of your pleasure.Â
You were aware of him trembling on top of you, his own climax taking him as he whispered into your ear. You couldn't tell what he was saying.Â
He pulled out of you, laying down beside you and pulling you against him. Things began to come into focus again. He was staring at you intently, a devilish smirk on his face as if to say âI know I just rocked your world.â Â
And he had. In more ways than one.
You thought about saying those three little words as they flashed through your mind. You opened your mouth, but he kissed you before you could say anything.Â
âGet some sleep, sugar,â he said. âThat was a lot for you.âÂ
You simply nodded your head, the courage gone.Â
You would say it, you promised yourself. Sooner or later, you would tell him. But you figured, as you succumbed to dreams, that he already knew.Â
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Crush
"he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like marlboro reds."
what's playing đ§: crush by ethel cain
pairing : bfd!joel x reader (no outbreak au)
word count : 14k (oops)
*unedited*
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, age gap, heavy petting, grinding, fingering, handjobs, references to m!masturbation, unprotected sex, creampies, light dirty talk, riding, soft dom!joel, but also switch coded joel if u squint, slight angst kinda sorta
TRIGGER WARNINGS : lowkey dubcon just bc of the power imbalance that comes with the age gap but everything is consensual as always. joel knew the reader when they were 4, 16 years have passed so now they're 20! brief mentions of messy home life and brief descriptions of verbal sexual harassment
A/N : i've been dying to write bfd!joel, and when i heard crush i knew what i had to do lolol. so sorry this took ages, it wasn't supposed to be this long but here we are lol. i hope you guys enjoy <3 comments really motivate me, so if you liked it plz lmk in the comments :3
your eyes continually drift over to the time glowing in the corner of the screen on your register, wondering when joel was supposed to swing by. you pray that he hasnât forgotten his promise to your dad of checking out your air conditioner to see what needs to be repaired.
the tiny fan that sits beside your half drinken water bottle does little to nothing, and it only adds insult to injury.Â
you think back to last night at dinner, in your air conditioned home, about the âexcitingâ news your dad had to share. he rattled on about how he ran into an old college buddy and family friend, joel miller down at the pro bass shopâand of course it was at the pro bass shop.Â
after a few jogs of your slightly depleting memory, you finally, somewhat, remembered a face to the name. you vaguely joined in with your parentsâ reminiscing of how he used to come over with his little girl sarah for play dates, and occasionally babysitting you when your parents went out on their date nights.Â
they also were quick to tease you about your little crush on him, one you swear you canât remember, which in your defense, you really donât, and desperate to change the subject, you asked about his wife, which only worsened the allegations of your crush on him.Â
âgoin through a divorce, itâs actually why he moved back here, but iâm sure youâre happy to hear that,â your dad snickered with a little nudge, and you wanted to bury your face in the steaming mashed potatoes on your plate.Â
once you managed to wrangle them out of the conversation of your alleged feelings towards the man you barely remembered, it was briefly mentioned that heâd be coming by today to check out your broken down air conditioner at the store your parents owned and operated.Â
youâre the cashier there, unwillingly of course, but it helps pay for your very expensive books you need for your classes, so itâs not a total issue. however, as you blanky look around the empty sweltering convenience store, you honestly consider closing up early and ubering home to soak in a nice, cold shower.Â
the bell that hangs from the door rings at the front entrance, but youâre too tired and worn down by the heat to say your usual greeting, instead deciding to just remain slumped in your small wooden stool, aimlessly trying to angle your mini fan at the most optimal point of your face.Â
your peripheral view catches a navy blue hued shirt, and your head lifts upwards to get a better look in case itâs a customer.Â
your eyes fall onto an older man smiling down at you, crossed arms bulging from behind his short sleeves. something bubbles in the very pit of your stomach. âmr. miller?â you ask, slightly unsure, but he nods, chuckling when his arms drop to his sides. âheya hun, itâs been awhile, how are you?â he leans in for a hug, and you suddenly donât feel the sweat thatâs been stuck to your skin for the past three hours as you rise to your feet and off the stool to meet his arms that come around your waist. you manage to stutter a response of, âiâm good, and you?âÂ
âdoinâ alright,â he says through a grinâ oh god, his grin is so pretty, you think you almost see a cartoonish sparkle glint in his teeth from the fluorescent lighting.
your stomach bubbles up the more you take him in, and oh no. the worst possible thing just came to fruition.
your parents were actually right.Â
he pulls back, hands still on the backs of your arms as he takes a moment to really look at you. âyouâre so grown up now honey, i remember when you were just this big,â he holds a hand just below his hip and you join in his light laughter, feeling those fluttery feelings you felt all those years ago rush to your chest and tummy like a dormant volcano erupting.Â
he hasnât aged a bit, maybe a few more wrinkles here and there, and the crows feet beside his eyes deepen more now when he smiles, along with the grays that take the place of where some strands of brown used to be. but heâs just as beautiful as your fuzzy memories, if not more.Â
ây-you look exactly the same,â you chuckle nervously, trying to not give in to the magnetic pull tempting your eyes in the direction of his chest and abdomen. he grows a little bashful, glancing away for a moment before he replies, a little pinker in the cheeks than before. âi definitely donât weigh the same, sweetheart,â he sighs playfully, patting his stomach.Â
you hear the traces of slight disappointment in his words and it saddens you. you shake your head, feeling even warmer under the heavy feeling from his eyes blanketing over you while you frown ever so slightly. âi think you look great.â you say truthfully, feeling nervous as soon as the words part from you, worried he might think youâre too forward, but instead he smiles again, looking down at his boots.Â
âyouâre too kind.â he grins, looking back up at you, his fingers running along the side of his beard. you feel flushed, glancing away from his smiles.Â
âgoddamn, it is hot in here,â he pinches at his shirt, pulling it back and forth to get a slight breeze. you nod vigorously, plopping back into your stool, fanning yourself once more. âi can show you were the acâs at,â you offer, and he agrees.Â
you guide him to the useless machine, eyeing it down with an irritated look, as if it were alive, and purposefully broken down to spite you.Â
he walks over to it, bending down to its level and you balance on your heels awkwardly, overthinking on if itâs the correct social etiquette to say anything right now.Â
âhmm, lemme get my belt from the truck, iâll be back hun,â he nods at you, sending you a smile before he disappears out the store and back to his truck.Â
when youâre sure heâs out of view, you curl in on yourself, holding your face and opening your mouth to let out a silent scream.Â
all it took was seeing him for two seconds, for a crush you didnât even remember existed until last night to come back immediately.Â
when he returns, he sends you a smile before he goes right to work, setting up shop beside the air conditioner, toolbelt wrapped around the alluring circumference of his waist.Â
you imagine what itâd be like if it were your hands instead of the worn down leather that envelops him, how his skin would feel in your palms and jesus, you are being so creepy right now.Â
he talks while he works, listing about all the things wrong with the ac, jokingly calling your dad a cheapskate for not being willing enough to upgrade to a functioning one that wasnât manufactured before you were born. and of course, you laugh, leaning against a counter, hoping he just so happens to turn to the side to spare you a glance and notice that you look effortlessly sexy.Â
he mainly keeps his focus on the task at hand but, you keep hoping he turns to look over at you at some point.Â
no customers have come in yet, and for once you are eternally grateful for a slow day.Â
your eyes trail from his biceps, down to his strong forearms, they look safe, secure, like they could hold you and keep you locked in, and his handsâŚgod his hands.Â
theyâre long, and big. his wide palms that splay across the side of the ac make the machine somehow look small in comparison. his fingers are so skillful, prodding and working at the screws and confusing bits you didnât even know were a part of the contraption â but honestly the mechanisms of the ac are not what you care about right now.Â
you care about how it would feel if it were your sides, your hips, being touched and caressed instead of the machine, and how his big strong hands could hold onto them, grip them, squeeze them tight like a real man would.Â
you notice the way he swipes his forearm across his forehead, clearing away the sweat that beads over the skin, feeling bad that heâs doing so much manual labor in such terrible conditions.Â
you depart from your shared space for a moment, padding towards the refrigerators stocked full of drinks.Â
you return to him, tapping his shoulder and smiling brightly when he looks at you, eyes darting down to the cold root beer in your hands. âfor you. least i can offer while you work,â you beam and he chuckles, switching some weight onto his left foot, his hand resting on his hip when he graciously takes the bottle from you.Â
âwell thank you hun,â he tips his head at you, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.Â
you watch the way his lips curl around the rim, how his hand just about swallows the entire bottle and the way his adamâs apple bobs while he drinks. you have to fight back the urge to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the tingly feeling spreading inside you.Â
âhowâd you remember i like root beer?â he asks, eyes peering at you with a warm surprise, his fingers twisting the screwdriver into the side of the ac.Â
you hop up onto the counter beside him, swinging your legs while you shrug. âjust randomly came to mind i guess,â he turns to look at you, taking note of the way his eyes land on your bare legs first before they flicker back up to your eyes. you feel a little cocky about that.Â
âalways were a helpful girl,â he says, and you just about glow at his little compliment, folding a leg over the other while you rest on your palms, trying to hide how big your smile grows.Â
âthank you,â you say quieter, shyer than you mean to.Â
you two converse a bit longer, and you decide to sneakily flip the open sign to closed in the window while you listen to his responses.Â
the topic of college is brought up, and you respond to his questions about how itâs going, what youâre majoring in, and you answer, creative writing, feeling flushed when he pauses his work to smile at you.Â
âanâ you know what, you always were a storyteller when you were young, i bet youâve only gotten better since,â he says wistfully, fondly imagining you typing away and creating stories heâd happily read all about.Â
heâs not a big reader, but for you? he could be.Â
when he finishes up, he calls you over, turning the knob on high and watching as the ac releases what sounds like a guttural groan before a gust of icy air greets your bare arms.Â
you gasp and squeal in delight over no longer being slowly cooked to death in your parentâs mini mart.
âthank you mr. miller youâre literally the best,â you gush and he waves you off, gathering his tools as he nears the register.Â
âahh donât worry âbout it. iâm happy to do it. âspecially if ya had anyone else do it for you, i know youâd get charged damn near an arm and a leg,â he rests his hands on the counter and your eyes trace over his long fingers while you make your way beside him. you feel giddy when you notice the tan line on his ring finger.Â
a reminder of the fact that heâs single now.Â
you just nod, holding back from saying something along the lines of how youâd be more than happy to pay him for this service with aâŚdifferent kind of service of your own in return.Â
âso how much was the root beer hun?â he asks, flicking through the bills in his wallet. you immediately shake your head, ignoring his protests of accepting a free drink.Â
âno that was on the house mr. miller, i will not take your money,â you say stubbornly and he squints at you, huffing in defeat. âyou sure? donât want you gettinâ in trouble with your folks if they find out youâre out here givin things away for free now,â his hands settle on his hips and he gives you a playfully testing look, still managing to cause a flurry of emotions to ripple inside your lower tummy.Â
âwhoâs gonna tell them?â you counter, voice lowering just a little, eyes following in suit as you stare up at him.Â
his soft chuckle fades between his parted lips at the shift in your demeanor. his jaw comes down for a second before his lips curl to the side. âalright, thank you sweetpea,â he concedes just an octave above a murmur.Â
âis there anything else you wanted to get? because in all seriousness, theyâd probably get more upset at me for actually charging you instead of just letting you have it for free.â you say truthfully, feeling positive that your dad wouldnât mind joel taking a few things home free of charge.Â
he holds out that big hand of his, chuckling when his gaze shifts to the ground before it rests back over on you. ânah sâalright hun, root beer was already mighty gracious of you,â but youâre not buying it, you head behind the register, arms extending along the expanse of the wall of products, pretending to sell the items like youâre showcasing the prizes on a game show.Â
âyou suuure? anything you want, completely free,â you offer temptingly and his lips collect themselves to the side of his mouth, chuckling mutedly, a little shake of his head as he watches you.Â
âalright,â he leans forward, and you feel your throat get a little tight at his ministrations, suddenly noticing the slight glimmer of a chain hidden beneath his shirt.Â
âcan you get me that pack of marlboro reds behind you hun?â he points at the carton of cigarettes, and for some reason his request makes your stomach get tight.Â
you think back to how not even a day ago you rambled about your visceral dislike for boys, discarding them as a waste of time â but joel isnât a boy. heâs a man, and may the version of yourself who existed moments before he came in, forgive you for being a melted pile of hypocritical mush heâs managed to turn you into in the span of less than two hours.Â
you can hear your motherâs scoff in your head as you find yourself feeling giggly at his choice of a freebie. itâs just so. manly.Â
heâs so manly.Â
you hand him the carton and he pockets it, not before taking a cigarette out, deciding to indulge early. âthank you sweetpea,â he smiles, cigarette already being placed between his lips.Â
âno problem,â you nod with a grin. he eyes the closed sign before he looks at you once more with a knowing smirk. âclosing early i see,â he pointedly nods at the sign and you shrug with a sheepish little smile, neither confirming nor denying the notion.Â
âlemme guessâfolks wonât mind? and would actually be more upset if you didnât close up early?â he teases, and it almost feels like flirting. you decide to tell yourself it is. so you play along, rolling your eyes and waving your hand dismissively with an equally teasing ha. ha. ha laugh.Â
âitâs been a slow day, so no, they actually wonât mind, for your information,â you fold your arms, wriggling your face blithely. he chuckles, lighting his cigarette, taking a drag before he continues. âdâyou need a ride home then hun?â he asks, genuinely offering and you have to forcibly give yourself a moment to pause before immediately yelling an overly enthusiastic YES PLEASE.Â
âare you sure? youâve already done a lot for me today,â you act a little bashful, mostly because you are, but you also are attempting to hide the excitement bubbling inside you at the thought of being alone with him in his truck.Â
he shakes his head, exhaling the smoke from his lips silently, unknowingly entrancing you. âtsâ not a problem at all, cmon,â he motions his head towards the door and you trail along like a lost puppy. Â
you lock up the door behind you before youâre greeted by the sight of joel holding the passenger seat open for you.Â
your face gets hotter than it was before he fixed the ac at the sight of his chivalry, pretending to curtsy with your invisible dress before you climb into his truck, mumbling a shy thank you, as he safely closes the door behind you.Â
he hops in, and you read your address out for him as he turns the keys in the ignition.Â
itâs a little silent for awhile, but itâs okay, youâre content stealing glances at him, hiding behind the fist that supports the weight of your tilted head, hoping he doesnât notice the way your eyes cast over him adoringly.Â
heâs so beautiful. you definitely had taste as a kid.Â
he even looks strong, and not in an annoying machismo way, but in a natural, humble way. a kind way.Â
you want to touch his broad shoulders, kiss your way down his biceps to his forearms and down to each and every finger of his. you want to kiss away all the callouses and take care of him the way he deserves.Â
you canât believe youâre daydreaming about him in such a way right in front of him, especially since itâs the first time youâve seen him in about 16 years and this is how you react.Â
oh well.Â
the contrast of grey in his soft looking brown hair is so complementary, you hope he hasnât turned into one of those guys that put dye over it, because frankly you think the natural look suits him quite well.Â
you drift your stares down to his strong hooked nose, admiring how charming it is. you want to trace your finger tip down the slope of it, and uh oh heâs looking at you.Â
you canât be too obvious in your actions, despite the fact that you already are, so you just smile instead of whipping your head around in the opposite direction like you wish you could. âcan i try?â you ask, motioning towards his cigarette, trying to play off the situation as to not expose the real reason why you were staring.Â
he just chuckles under his breath, his smile lingering when he turns to look back at the road. âthatâs ahh, not really a good habit you wanna get yourself into sweetpea.â he says with a small shake of his head.Â
you almost give up right there, but you decide to push just a little further. âit wonât be a habit, i just wanna see the appeal is all,â you turn in the seat to fully face him, smile growing when he leans his head towards you in a jokingly exasperated tilt. he says your name warningly, and you deflate for a moment, worried he may actually be annoyed with you.Â
you donât say anything else and he notices, feeling bad at your silence. he sighs with guilt, wanting to remedy the incorrect thoughts you have of him being upset at you as he hands you the cigarette. you instantly perk, taking it into your own fingers. âcareful now. you might choke, waters right there in the cup holder if it burns. donât inhale it too long,â he instructs, watching you from the corner of his eyes to make sure you donât hurt yourself.Â
you wave away his worries, placing the stick between your lips, feeling warm all over when you get a thought that says itâs kind of like we just kissed through the cigarette.Â
you inhale, hold it in for a few passing seconds before youâre proving his warnings correct, coughing loudly and not flatteringly whatsoever.Â
you try to face away from him, your eyes beginning to water and your throat burning worse than when you smoked from a very suspicious wax pen. the last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this.Â
he brings a hand behind your back, rubbing it soothingly as he sighs to himself, feeling a tinge of guilt for letting you smoke.Â
âeasy honey easy, drink some water,â he hands you the bottle of water and you down it, blinking away your tears as you hand him back his cigarette. âthat was so embarrassing iâm so sorry,â you groan, burying your face in your hands.Â
âsâalright honey, least now i bet you really wonât wanna make this a habit now right?â he asks, hoping you confirm your aversion to cigarettes. you instead choose to tease him a little, humming a contradictory response to his question. he squints at you and you giggle. âi dunno, might have to try again so i can really make sure.âÂ
he taps the ashes out the window, laughing at your reply. âyouâre gonna get me in trouble with your dad there hun fâhe finds out i turned his daughter into a little chain smoker,âÂ
you slide your hands under your thighs, watching him for a moment before you speak. âi wonât tell if you donât,â you repeat yourself from earlier, alluding to something else, hoping he reads your mind and understands your allusions.Â
he purses his lips in a slight upward furl, looking at you once heâs reached a red light. âsomeoneâs gotten a whole lot sneakier since the last time i saw her,â you laugh, leaning into the headrest while you look at him. âa lots changed since,â you say, voice falling quietly and he holds your stare, his eyes betraying him by clearly darting down to your lips. the red light switches back to green, forcing him to look away from you.Â
your chest bloomed at the way he looked at you in that moment, unsure if youâre delusional in even considering the possibility he maybe could reciprocate the attraction youâre feeling. but a little delusion never hurt anyone anyways.Â
âit sure has,â he agrees, the corner of his eyes taking in your figure once more.Â
but he shakes the thought from his head, almost rebuking it and instead deciding to change the subject. âcanât fault you too much though. sarahâs the same way sometimes,â he says through a chuckle that sounds nervous â did you make him nervous?Â
again, you tell yourself you did.Â
you sit up straight at the mention of sarah, visibly growing excited. âoh my god sarah, how is she? itâs been so long, iâm sure she doesnât remember me,â blurred memories of playing with plastic makeup sets, and real makeup you two âborrowedâ from her mom, replay in your mind at the mention of her.Â
he shakes his head, disagreeing at your slightly saddened thought of being forgotten by sarah. âsheâs good, sheâs in school just like yourself, and she does remember you hun! matter a fact, sheâs home right now, if youâd like, you can come over for dinner and catch up with her,â you clap your hands together excitedly, nodding happily at his suggestion.Â
âyes! that sounds amazing, i would love to!â you accept and he smiles at the thought of his two girls sitting together talking at the dinner table.Â
âiâm sure sheâs gonna lose her mind when she sees you,â he squeezes your knee and you go still, frozen in place when you feel the heat from his palm radiate into your skin.Â
his touch is gone too soon, you want to hold his wrist and keep him there, but you pretend his fleeting touch doesnât affect you as strongly as it actually does.Â
the heat from his skin has become yours and you cradle it, pretending youâre not beaming in his passenger seat from it while he talks.Â
âiâm kinda nervous, itâs been so long,â you say, pressing the backs of your fingers to your cheeks and feeling the warmth of nervousness flush to the surface of your face.Â
âdonât be sweetpea, nothin to be nervous about, i promise,â he comforts your nerves with a soft voice, and you allow it to cushion you.Â
â
joel was right about two things.Â
you really did have nothing to worry about, you and sarah clicked right away as if no time had passed. she squealed when she saw you, racing towards you and enveloping you in a tight hug, rambling about how sheâs missed you so much. it felt good to know you were never forgotten in her mind.Â
he was also right about sarah being sneaky.Â
or rather âpersuasiveâ and âjust so happens to forget to mention certain thingsâ as she would put it.Â
she managed to convince both joel (which didnât take much convincing to begin with) and your dad to let you sleep over, which you were ecstatic about for obvious reasons but also because she saved you from having to scramble for a reason as to why you closed up the shop early.Â
youâre in her bed now, sitting behind her while you help gather her hair into her baby pink bonnet, talking about anything and everything there is to talk about. while also getting ready to sleep off the high from the wax pen she has hidden under her pillow.Â
âi canât believe youâre really here with me right now,â she grins as you move back in front of her, leaning into her opening arms.Â
âi know, me too, itâs been so long,â you hum, rubbing her shoulders. âiâm kidnapping you by the way, this was all just an elaborate scheme to lure you in.â she mentions casually and you laugh, falling back into her bed with her while you rest your head on her shoulder.Â
âfine by me,â you say, and you mean it, but you donât add that in.
âiâm happy youâre here,â she whispers, her nose scrunching up against yours. you smile, holding your forehead to hers. âi am too.âÂ
âare you busy tomorrow?â she asks, pulling the blankets over your bodies. you shake your head, curling under the covers. ânah, weâre closed tomorrow at the store and i donât have school that day,â you say, feeling pure adoration as you watch sarahâs smile grow the more she listens to you talk.Â
âwhy donât we spend the day together then! my dadâs gonna be at work so weâll have the house to ourselves,â she whispers as all the excitement from the day starts to add weight into your bones, easing you both into rest.Â
you nod and smile sleepily, leaning into her arm that drapes over your side. âokay, iâll call my dad tomorrow,â you yawn and she closes her eyes at that, content by your answer.Â
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itâs 3am. you should not be awake. but you are, and youâre looking over at sarah, wishing you were fast asleep like she is. you carefully peel yourself out of her arms, gently covering her with the blankets before you pad out of her room and down into the kitchen for some water.Â
you tiptoe down the stairs, your heart sinking nervously right into a tight spot inside your stomach when you see the fridge door agape, with a broad back sticking out of it, also in search of something to drink.Â
joel rises and turns to see your stilled figure standing awkwardly, staring forward like youâve just gotten caught stealing.Â
he chuckles, scratching a few lazy fingers down his stubble when he shuts the fridge. âwhatâre you doin up sweetpea?â he asks, and oh god his voice is nice and gravely, a rasp from the depths of sleep that he evades every night careens around your ears and you nearly fold at the knees.Â
âjust uh, randomly woke up and i couldnât go back to bed. was just gonna get some water, sorry,â you sound meek and joel shakes his head, and walks closer. you panic a little. itâs a good panic.Â
ânuthinâ to be sorry about hun, iâll getchu some water,â he holds your arm, smiling softly down at you, nodding at you for confirmation. once again his touch abandons the skin of your upper arm when he leaves to fetch a cup for your water.Â
your hand graces the skin he touched as you watch him pour you water. he hands it to you, and you thank him quietly, taking a sip from the old plastic disney princess cup he picked out for you.Â
âso what woke you up? you feelinâ alright?â he murmurs, coming in close again to press the back of his hand to your forehead. you werenât overheating until he decided to do that.Â
you swallow hard, shaking your head beneath his hand. ân-no noâwell i mean yes, yes iâm-iâm okay, i just wake up randomly at odd hours of the night for some reason sometimes,â you say hushedly, afraid to disturb the peaceful silence the night brings.Â
he nods understandingly, withdrawing his hand from your face and you want to tell him he can keep it there, but you mentally digress.Â
âhappens to me too,â he sighs, visibly tired with a hand lazily running down his stubble. âsorry youâre goinâ through it too then hun,â his thumb runs a small circle over your shoulder comfortingly and your body molds around the curve of his fingers.Â
âitâs okay,â you mumble shyly and he smiles softly, his touch stalling on yours before it drops back to his side. the air that fills the quiet kitchen turns into something warm and calming when it floats between your tired bodies, and it feels nice. feels domestic. soft smiles mirror each other on your faces and you look away, unable to handle the weight of his stare.Â
âso, do you umâŚdo anything that helps you fall asleep?â you ask curiously, mostly just trying to make conversation to keep him tethered to you, even for just a moment longer.Â
he scratches his scruffy beard and sighs, nodding like heâs somewhat ashamed to admit. you grow curiouser, deciding to test the waters and inch in just the tiniest bit closer. âand what do you do?â you question through a whisper.Â
âi smoke,â he responds just as hushed and you chuckle. âsounds like youâve got a bad habit.â you prod, lightly teasing and he takes the playful jab, chuckling along with you.Â
âwell, weâve all got our vices,â he smiles at you in a way that's playfully guilty, and you roll your eyes with the same playfulness before speaking again. âwas i stopping you from taking a smoke?â you ask, and he shakes his head, denying the notion. âno no, and if you were itâd probably be for the best,â he shrugs and you grin. an idea occurs in your mind.Â
âcan i smoke with you again?â you ask bravely and the volume in his laugh rises before heâs silencing himself so as to not wake sarah.Â
âainât happeninâ, shouldnât have even happened the first time,â he immediately shoots down your request but you have a sneaking suspicion youâll wear him down.Â
âbut you said it helps you go to sleep,â you counter with a pout and he sighs with faux exasperation.Â
âhun,â he says warningly again, eyeing you in a way that pins you where you stand. âfirst time seeinâ you in what? 15 to 16 years and iâm already becominâ a bad influence on you.â he says amusedly, his fingers dipping into the pocket of his plaid pajama bottoms, tracing over the curve of the loose cigarettes that await him.Â
âitâs not like youâre giving me hard drugs mr. miller,â you say, tilting a shoulder at him persuasively. his eyes trace over your face for a few passing seconds, taking in the way you look back at him before he decides what to do next.
âlast time, understand? just to help you sleep.â he says, but it sounds like heâs more so reminding himself than he is you.Â
âokay,â you smile, following him to the loveseat that faces the window, and you assume this is where he usually smokes.Â
he cracks open the window, and sits down into the plump cushion, leaning against the very texan quilt that drapes over the seat. you sit down on the arm of the seat, stretching your legs above his knees, the closeness in proximity feels so personal, and you want to live the rest of your life in this quiet and intimate hour with joel.Â
he hands you a cigarette, watching you put it between your lips, his available hand straying off to the side to grab the lighter thatâs on the tray beside the loveseat.Â
he flicks the lighter on and your faces become illuminated by the small flickering flame. he looks beautiful as he carefully lights the end of it, his eyes on the bud of it while yourâs memorize each and every wrinkle that crinkles around his eyes.Â
âinhale, careful now,â his words of concern blanket over you and pave a smooth passageway for the smoke to enter into your lungs, successfully preventing you from breaking out into another coughing fit.Â
you inhale, and keep it before you fan it out the window. he smiles and pats your ankle that rests beside his lap. âthere ya go,â he nods the crown of his head at you proudly. you bow humbly, handing him the cigarette.Â
âfeels nice. makes me feel warm,â you mumble tiredly, watching the way he takes a drag effortlessly. âdonât get too used to it now,â he chides, words shadowed amidst the mist of his smoke.Â
âi wonât,â you reply with a knowing smile as he goes to hands it back to you. he pulls his hand that holds the cigarette back, eyeing you. he says your name in that tone and you wave him off, taking the cigarette from his fingers. âkidding,â you remedy his worries of your possible nicotine addiction in the nearby future, inhaling another drag.
you two go back and forth like this for awhile, until the cigarette becomes an unrecognizable little stub,
âfeel sleepy yet?â he exhales through a fanning breath, and you nod, watching him flatten the bud into the ashtray beside his side of the armrest.Â
âgood,â he yawns, lazily running a hand across the side of his beard. âgot a long day tomorrow â or today technically, anâ so do you little miss, try anâ get some rest.â he drawls softly, sleepily, and you nod your tired head at his words, free falling into them.Â
âgoodnight sweetpea,â he says with a gentle finality, leaning in to hold you by the back of your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. you crumble into his touch, shutting your eyes as if to fossilize yourself in the moment.Â
âgoodnight,â you whisper, feeling cold when he pulls away. you wish you had thought of something more to say, anything at all that wouldâve kept him in your presence for just a little longer, but now youâre stuck sitting alone in the living room, watching his broad back ascend up the stairs, wishing you were trailing behind him, with your hand in his.Â
you finish the rest of your water before youâre trudging back up the stairs, the weight of exhaustion lowering its heft onto your shoulders with each step upwards.Â
and as you crawl back into bed with sarah, despite the attempts to push the thoughts away, all you can think about are the ways in which her father could tire you out until you fell asleep.
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after that day, the miller household practically became your second home. more often than not showing up to their house rather than your own after school and work.Â
at first you were worried that maybe you were beginning to overstay your welcome, that maybe they just didnât know how to tell you to stop coming over so often. but they quickly put those insecurities to rest when sarah called you wondering why you hadnât shown up after work, saying how joel set a plate for you at the table and it was getting cold.Â
they were just as attached to you as you were to them.Â
they really loved having you over, loved getting to make up for all those years you all went without each other, taking the time to relearn everything there is to know about the other.Â
for instance, joel learned you have an affinity for tight tank tops that ride a little too low on your chest and rise a little too high whenever you bend down.Â
his fingers have a tendency to straighten out your spaghetti straps, and he always murmurs something along the lines of, showin a lotta skin today huh hun?Â
youâd grow warm under his touch, hiding behind a pretty grin and an excuse of oh, heatâs just gettinâ to me lately, or his personal favorite, damn dryer shrunk my clothes again.Â
he doesnât mind whatever your excuse is, heâd just hand you his flannel, telling you to at least wrap it around your waist whenever guys were around, because i know how men think, heâd explain and you wouldnât argue, youâd happily accept his flannel and listen to his heeding.Â
you wonder if he was having the same thoughts he was trying to prevent other men from having about you.Â
you like to tell yourself he was.Â
but there is one thing you donât have to convince yourself of. joel really, truly, and utterly cares for you.Â
joel is nothing if not protective, he just wants to look out for you, make sure youâre safe, that youâre okay, and so when you called him at work, voice trembling and meekly asking if he can pick you up, naturally, he abandoned his meeting at work to race over to you.Â
creating blueprints for a new apartment building suddenly became unimportant the second he heard your voice crack over the phone. Â
he could hear the way your breath paused for a moment, only to come out shakily through tears when he asked if you were alright. your audible sadness casted immediate worry and concern over him, instilling itself in his chest.Â
he sees you now, rushing to walk out of the store, locking it on your way out, and he hops out of his truck, wanting to be the first thing youâre greeted by as soon as you raise your head.Â
relief rinses through you the moment you see joel standing in front of his truck, your eyes betraying the attempt at strength you were fighting so hard to have the second he pulls you into his arms.Â
his hands feel warm and heavy behind your back, rubbing all the quiet sobs out from you with each gentle circular movement.Â
âoh babygirl,â he murmurs under his breath, feeling his heart break with each little gasp you make through your tears. âwhat happened?â he asks, unintentionally causing the tears to fall harder, making you fist at his button up.Â
âtoday has been so bad,â you finally say, your head resting on his strong chest, shaking fingers tracing over the seams of his button up in an attempt at self soothing.Â
âwanna get inside anâ talk about it?â he asks just above a whisper, keeping his voice soft for you. you nod, twisting the knife in his chest when you sniffle.Â
he helps you into his truck, shutting the door behind you, meeting back with you soon once heâs in the driverâs seat.Â
ânow what happened honey?â he asks, and you take in a deep breath through the tears, waving your hands at your eyes to try and stop the stinging sensation at your waterline.Â
âtoday has just been one bad thing after the other,â you wipe away the stray tears with annoyed fists, wishing they would cease their incessant presence. âfirst, i got into a fight with my dad, he called me selfish and inconsiderate for not canceling class to come down to the shop earlier and that thereâs no point in attending class because iâm just gonna get overwhelmed and quit anyway,â you barely manage to say tearfully, further etching a frown into joelâs features, his chest aching at the way youâre visibly hurting.Â
he says your name tenderly, matching the way his hand reaches out for you to hold. you squeeze his hand, holding onto it when it rises upwards to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping a stray tear across your cheekbone.Â
you lean into his palm, shutting your eyes at his touch. âand iâm scared heâs right, today in class i was so stressed all i wanted to do was walk out,â you whimper ashamedly, and joel shushes you, bringing his free hand to fully hold your face, turning your gaze back up to meet his. his hold on you is delicate, like youâre a dandelion amidst a strong breeze, and all he wants to do is keep you with him, safe and sound.Â
your cheeks are cradled by his hands, his calluses turning into a thing of comfort against your cheeks, along with his thumbs that swipe away the tears that refuse to concede from your lash line.Â
he holds you like this for a while, wordlessly guiding your breathing with his, evening out your sporadic hiccups induced by your crying, settling your nerves down to a more manageable level.Â
your eyes flutter shut at the safety he drapes over you, your smaller hands holding onto his wrists, mindlessly running your thumb along his knuckles. âwish you were with me at work today,â you mumble, imagining the way he wouldâve protected you from the creepy customers you had to deal with.Â
âwhat else happened?â he lightly coaxes it out of you, wanting you to get everything out so you donât have to carry the burden of the dayâs stress on your shoulders.Â
âthese guys came in, and they were just so weird,â your hands tighten around his wrists, recounting the uncomfortable interaction you were subjected to.Â
âkeptâŚkept making weird jokes about everythingâŚi said if they needed anything to let me know and i heard one of them tell their friend i better be careful saying things like that, and they likeâugh,â you take a moment to catch your breath, refocusing on the way joelâs gently running his fingers across your temples, something heâd do for you in the middle of the night whenever youâd get a headache.Â
âthey kept making jokes about me taking off my clothes because itâs summer and itâs hot or whatever i dunno it was stupid but they kept âsuggestingâ i should lose the tank top because walking around in a bra is the same as wearing s bikini at the beach,â you grimace at the fresh memory, and joel wants to take it away from you, wants to wash you clean of all the pain you felt today.Â
when you look up at joel his jaw is clenched, lower jaw jutting out in anger, his hands falling from your face down to your hands, holding them in his, while he shakes his head. âfuckinâ disgusting,â he mutters to himself. âprobably good i wanât there, woulda fuckinâ killed them,â he utters under his breath, and more so to himself, his hands migrating down to your hands, squeezing them hard. his eyes that hold an image of what heâd do to the men who harassed you dissipate as soon as they shift back up to you. âiâm sorry hun,â he sighs, cupping your cheek, cradling you into his palm, speaking gentler this time, âanâ as for your dad wellâŚheâs an asshole. but i know you already know that,â he pauses to smile at your little giggle.Â
âhe couldnât be more wrong about you. you are so smart hun, anâ you can and will accomplish everything you set your mind to.â the soft gravel of his voice tides around you like an embrace, enveloping you in it as an attempt to wash you clean of your distress.Â
your eyes well and your heart soars up high inside your chest at his kindness.Â
âthank you mr. miller, you are so nice to me, itâit means so much coming from you, and i canât even begin to explain how grateful i am that you even came here at all,â he left work for you. you groan with guilt at the remembrance. âandâgod iâm so sorry that i just like, randomly called you at work iâm so sorry you were probably super busy, i just didnât know who else to go to,â you ramble with guilt, but joelâs already shaking his head as you rattle off with apologies, his hands coming back up to your cheeks, stilling the words on your tongue.Â
âhey hey hey,â he shushes you softly. âno apologies, okay?â his thumb runs under your lash line, clearing away your tears. âiâm glad you called me, rather you call me than have to hear what happened from someone else.â he pacifies your guilt for calling him, and he does it successfully, watching the upset furrow between your brows disappear.Â
your lip trembles and you suck it in between your teeth, closing your eyes and leaning forward into his chest. he takes you in with no hesitation, his arms forever acting as a sanctity for you to hide in whenever you need.Â
he hesitantly pulls away from you for a moment, mumbling a soft, give me a sec sweetie. he shifts around to the pull at the bottom of the driver seat, extending it backwards and giving him more space between him and the steering wheel.Â
âcmere,â he says above a whisper, opening his arms for you once more. youâre being guided into his lap, gently wrangled in until youâre wrapped up in the thick protection of his strong biceps. he rubs your back, head resting safely on top of yourâs, keeping you down to earth, keeping you in his arms.Â
he takes in all your tears, takes in every racking sob from your chest into his, his lips every so often pressing their silent reminders of his presence into your temple. he rocks you back and forth, his soft shushes folding over the sound of your fading cries, lulling you into a calmness you didnât know you could feel.Â
âyouâre okay, youâre okay,â he promises, and you believe him. you finally raise your head from his chest, the scent of him still lingering around you, his presence feels pliable, the way heâs looking at you, eyes downturned and scanning all over your face lovingly feels like a sign you know isnât real. he says nothing, just clears away your stray tears, and thatâs when you act.Â
you lean in, holding his wrist and intertwining your fingers as your lips do the same. you sigh into his mouth, ascending in his arms when you feel him kiss you back just as rushedly, almost like if heâs too slow youâll vanish from him.Â
but itâs him who vanishes first. he pulls apart from you with a gasp, shifting you further away from him in his lap, your heart immediately cracking straight down the middle. âwhatâre youâŚwhat are you doing?â his questioning comes out breathless, he feels like heâs asking himself rather than he is you, and he prays you say the right thing, he prays that you call him disgusting and that you climb right out of his lap, removing the temptation and opportune to lean back in.Â
but you donât. âiâm sorry,â you whimper, embarrassment flushing through your whole body, he shuts his eyes, exhaling slowly through his nose. âiâm too old for you, you know that right?,â his knuckles drag across your cheekbone, and you nod solemnly, swallowing hard. âiâm not a kid though, joel,â you say shakenly, nerves rattling your bones when you say his name for the first time, unhidden by the lieu of mr. miller.Â
âcompared to me, you are,â he sighs, his hands gripping his own thighs, weighing them down to prevent them from gravitating to yourâs. âiâm too old for you,â he repeats to himself, closing his eyes and leaning into the headrest, the sight and feeling of you looking up at him in his lap is too much for him to combat. âiâd be takin advantage of you,â he mutters, shaking his head, guilt starting to settle into the base of his chest.Â
youâre quiet for awhile, and he takes it as his answer. that heâs right, this is wrong.Â
but you contradict his thoughts. reaching up to pull his gaze back onto you. âyouâre not taking advantage of me, i know that i want this.â you promise hushedly, and he wants to believe you. your eyes connect once more, a quiet tug of air being shared between the two of you, and youâre willing to let him have it, to let him have all the air you can offer and more. he leans in and you stay still, watching when he inches backward when he gets too close, like youâre a flame whose flicker burns too bright the closer he gets. and when you inch in, you canât get yourself to break the seal and press yourself into him, a weight of nerves keeping you stagnant before him.Â
his stare rises and falls down from your eyes to your lips, and you feel it in your bones that your body needs to have him more than it needs anything else. your gaze rests on him while your body acts for you, your hand finding his and holding it, squeezing it. âplease,â you whisper, your words leaving you before you can process them. he swallows down everything holding him back, lurching forward to take your lips into his. his hand slides from yours, and up your arm, squeezing it as a test to see if youâre real. his hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, kissing you hard and keeping you still, greedily wanting to keep you all for himself, wanting to memorize the taste of cherry coke on your tongue and raspberry lip balm on your lips.
it smears across his own lips, your taste immersing with his own, his mustache and beard tickling your skin just like you imagined it would, and you moan in his mouth at the feeling, flicking your tongue desperately over his, mindlessly bucking your hips against his. he groans deeply into you, grasping your hips and rocking himself into you, not a single thought in his head, just a carnal need to feel your cunt satiate the ache traveling down his cock.Â
you pull apart for a breath, lips still pushed together, foreheads melded in close, hips crashing into each other with need. âfeels so good,â you whimper into his mouth, the pleasure from the friction making you blatantly honest.Â
he nods in agreement, never having heard truer words. his fingers indent the shape of themselves into your flesh, his hips acting on their own, desperate to push up into you while his mouth catches yours once more.Â
he groans, his cock twitching when he feels you slip your tongue into his mouth, a little moan of your own floating out when you taste a hint of root beer from his kiss.Â
your movements grow rushed, hands finding the heft of his flannel and fisting it to steady the heavy rocking of your hips crashing and tiding over his cock.Â
desperation flows in your veins where your blood once was, replacing all sense of anything except for the physical need to rut your cunt against his bulge. he canât keep up, all he can do is let his head fall in your shoulder, his big hands coming around to find purchase on your welcoming hips. his thighs clench underneath yours, tensing when he feels you dampen him through his pants.Â
âbaby,â he finally lets out shakily, thumbs running circles over your hips. âcanâtâshit,â a beat passes with an involuntary grunt falling from his lips. âcant, canât do this here,â he breathes, eyes hanging low upon you, his hips betraying his words with each thrust that meets your pelvis.Â
you slow your movements, catching your breath quietly, nodding in a silent agreement. âi donât wanna stop,â you admit truthfully, no longer feeling bashful about the fact. Â
his cock aches at your honesty and he exhales through his nose, his hands tightening around you. âdonât have to,â he swallows, eyes drifting down to your hardened nipples. âjust not here.âÂ
his answer satiates you, which almost leaves him regretful when you climb off his lap and leave him cold and void of your warm cunt pressed up against him.Â
he starts the truck and all you can do is stare at the concentrated look on his face and his hands gripping the steering wheel.Â
you wonder if heâll hold you by your throat the same way. your thighs squeeze together tightly, causing the hem of your jean shorts to rub against your clit just enough to soothe the ache inadvertently caused by joel.Â
he notices, eyeing you up and down, lips parted just a breadth at the sight. his hand itches to alleviate some of the pressure youâre carrying deep inside you, but instead he alleviates some of his own first. his right hand falls from the steering wheel for a moment, just to squeeze his cock when he watches the way you squirm and stare up at him from his passenger seat.Â
he turns away, knowing heâll crash if he keeps staring at you, bringing his wandering hand back to the wheel.Â
âcan i touch you?â you ask, seemingly innocent and his eyes shut for a passing second, a curt shake of his head joining the action. ânot a good ideaââ he really wants you to though âgonna make me crash,â he exhales, though his hips say otherwise, inching towards your side with need.Â
your hand trails from his thigh down to his crotch, palming over him gently, and he grips the steering wheel, jaw vibrating with low groans.Â
a 10 minute drive has never felt so far until now.Â
your fingers curl over his bulge, straining against the seatbelt trying to lean in as close as itâll let you until you decide to rid yourself of it all together.Â
âseatbelt,â he says warningly, and with concern, but you wash it away the second your lips meet the side of his neck, with your hand pawing over him to ensure his submission. and joel just about crumbles far too easily at the touches.Â
youâre impatient, he definitely sees that now, and youâre making it way harder than it needs to be for him to maintain his self control.Â
âi thought about this a lot,â you hum in his ear, leaving kisses in the wake of your warm words. his throat gets tight just like his lower belly, excitement strumming through him when he halts at a red light.Â
he turns towards you now, his hand dipping between your thighs, a little upward curl of his lips teasing the side of your cheek, his scruff leaving kisses of their own on your skin.Â
you stifle a whimper, holding onto his wrist when you grind down on his fingers. âthought about touching me like how iâm touchinâ you?â he murmurs, pressing chaste kisses to your jaw. you nod, your chest pounding at the wave of realization of whatâs happening. it excites you.Â
âthought about it too,â he pulls away from you when the light turns green, and you stay frozen, your body suddenly unsure of how to function with a lack of his touch and proximity.Â
âdidnât wanna admit it to myself, but i thought about doinâŚa lot more than that whenever youâd come around,â he pays you a once over, his eyes lingering over the plushness of your thighs that fill his passenger seat.Â
âyour skirts and shorts kept gettinâ so damn short, i felt guilty for wondering if it was on purpose,â a smugness takes over his face when he glances at you. âanâ now i know it was.âÂ
you flutter at his confessions, a sense of pride swelling in you at the confirmation that your little tactics seemed to have paid off. âi just wanted your attention,â you say softly, words falling like pillows and he catches them with open arms.Â
his glance shifts from his crotch, up to your eyes knowingly, and he smiles faintly. âi can tell you that you had it even before you started wearin all that,â he rests his hand on your thigh, guiding the wheel with his left hand now. âbut i canât say i minded the change in outfits.â he brings his fingers over your clit, putting pressure over it and you whine quietly, bucking your hips into his touch.Â
âif you ever want me to stop you need to tell me okay?â he tells you, and heâs serious, his fingers pull away for emphasis and you nod profusely, holding onto his wrist desperately. âi promise, joel i donât wanna stop,â you plead with him, and as a simple man that he is, he doesnât seem to need much more convincing. the pads of his fingers run circles over your clothed clit, and you grind down into it, hungry for more.Â
âi want you,â you pant and he chuckles, drumming his thumb against the steering wheel.Â
âyouâve got me.âÂ
âbut i want more.âÂ
âÂ
itâs quiet when you arrive back at his house, the driveway is thankfully void of sarahâs little yellow volkswagen and relief blankets across your shoulders knowing she isnât home.Â
he ushers you inside, his broad, strong chest pressed up against your back with his hands guiding you by your hips.Â
he closes the door with his back, leaning against it, watching you turn around to face him. itâs quiet for a few ticking seconds, and he watches as you lean in closer towards him. he doesnât stop you but he doesnât lean in to meet you halfway either. he says your name like heâs unsure if heâs even allowed to utter it, purposefully avoiding eye contact. you hum a soft little âyes?â and he sighs, his eyes falling shut for a moment.Â
âthis ainât right,â he reminds himself, and his hands begin to loosen on your hips. you clamp a hand over one of his, the other coming up to lure him back into you, a gentle palm of yours cupping his scruffy jaw, thumb running across the crows feet that gather at the corner of his eye. âsays who?â you counter gingerly and he chuckles breathlessly, shaking his head in your hold, feeling all restraint trickle straight off him the second his eyes catch yours.Â
you move your hand away from his when his grip grows tight again, letting your now free hand hold both sides of his face when you go up on your tippy toes to meet him for a kiss.Â
he catches you off guard and pulls you deeper into him, your crotches pressed flush together when he slips his tongue into your mouth, hooking and reeling you in.Â
you moan into his mouth and it eggs him on, sending his hand into a downward motion towards your ass. he feels smug when you whimper in his mouth, pushing harder against his cock when he squeezes your ass.Â
he rubs over your ass posessively, squeezing it hard, almost in disbelief that he gets to have you like this. kiss âneed you to tell me if and when you wanna stop,â kiss. you donât reply, you just fall into him whenever he presses his lips back to yours. your lack of a response leaves him discontent and he pulls apart an inch, eyeing you down expectantly. you huff impatiently, hooking your arms around his neck. âpromise. i will.â which is good enough for him as he melds into you once more.Â
his hands roam all over you, caressing, holding, squeezing all the places that only his eyes have traveled.Â
it feels good, it feels all encompassing, to feel the trails of fire his hands leave all across your skin, and you canât get enough. âcan we,â a kiss to your throat, âgo to your room?â you ask, somewhat breathless and he pauses for a second, eyes tracing the outline of your bitten lips before he nods. he holds your hand, leading you into his bedroom.Â
the second youâre inside youâre guiding him into his own bed after having shut the door. he gazes at you amusedly, handing you the reins for a moment, keeping his hands on the edge of them while you take charge. he thinks itâs cute.Â
you sit him at the edge of his bed, straddling him while you push at his chest until his back meets the mattress. youâre leaning back down, holding his face in your hands, your lips hastily meeting his once more. he welcomes you, his hands holding you down on top of him by your hips.Â
you grind down on him, panting in his mouth at how good it feels to have him pressed right against your cunt. but itâs not enough. you need more.Â
your hands travel down his strong chest, fixing towards unbuttoning his flannel. he lets you, busying himself with unbuttoning your little denim shorts, but he wants to unwrap you slowly. he wants to make a show of it.Â
he flips you on your back and you gasp, feeling hot under his stare and stature above you. his knees rest on either side of you, indenting the bed while he maintains eye contact. his fingers take their time unzipping your shorts, and you whine quietly, bucking your hips towards him.Â
he pushes you back down and shushes you. âpatience.â he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs over your upper thighs. he doesnât rush taking your shorts off, wanting to savor the feeling of getting to do this for as long as he can. the vision of you in his bed, wet, and impatient, laying before him in your little pink panties is about to make him burst.Â
heâs still fully clothed above you and it casts a warm feeling throughout your bare body. you bring your knees close to your tummy, shutting your legs at your sudden shyness. he moves in closer, shaking his head with his palms on your knees.Â
he pushes them back down, slipping a hand between your thighs. you gasp, arching your back into him and exhaling with relief when his fingers trace over your clothed clit. âi wanna see you honey,â he careens you gently, coaxing your shyness away. your legs part for him, and he takes full advantage, running the pads of his fingers up and down slowly, feeling the slickness start to bleed through your panties.Â
he pushes them to the side, swirling over your clit and feeling proud when you moan into his shoulder. he dips into your little soaked hole, exhaling into your neck at how wet you are. âbarely eân touched you and youâve already made a mess,â he tsks you lovingly, hints of teasing in his words, and it only excites you more. your stomach and chest get tight at his touches and the way he talks to you, itâs so unreal, and you could honestly cry in this moment from how bad you want to fuck him.Â
âi always get like this for youâoh,â you cry out into his shoulder when he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, his digit so long that it easily hits the little spongy spot inside you that you usually struggle to reach.Â
âaw sweetpea,â he coos, kissing your forehead while his finger curls inside you. âgot you walkinâ around all hot and bothered with no release, iâm sorry,â he kisses your temple, his gentleness contradicting the way heâs fucking you with his finger, grunting under his breath at how tight the fit is when he works in his ring finger.Â
you choke on a gasp at the stretch, starting to wonder if his cock will fit if his fingers are already making you feel like this.Â
âyou gonna make it up to me?â you whimper, still maintaining an air of playfulness in your response. he chuckles, pulling apart ever so slightly to look at you, to watch the way you struggle to stare up at him with his fingers in your cunt.Â
âiâll make it up to you, and then some,â he says, his voice falling low on a raspy curve. you believe him, his response feeling like a promise he intends to keep.Â
heâs on you again and you invite it wholly, legs coming around on either side of him go trap him into you. his fingers fuck into that sweet little spot inside you, every single flick of his wrist has your lower back bucking up into his touch.Â
his palm hits your clit with every movement, itâs almost cruel, giving you just an inch when you need a mile. youâre running your hands all over him, kissing him messily even when thereâs a mix of your saliva dribbling on your chin and air is depleting from your lungs. none of it matters, all that does is consuming as much of joel as humanly possible.Â
your fingers struggle to unbutton his flannel once more, shaking and trembling too much to do it as ladylike as you wish you could but he doesnât mind, it makes his cock twitch knowing heâs the reason why you canât stay still.Â
âfeels so good joel,â you whimper, fucking yourself onto his fingers when you finally undo all the pesky buttons on his flannel. he kisses your cheek, his beard tickling your skin while you slide your hands underneath his wife beater.Â
âgood honey, sâall i wanna do,â he curls his finger right there, drinking in your cries with his lips clamped over yours. your nails drag down his chest and he winces above you, your lips still brushing together. âsh-shit mâso so sorry joel,â you remedy the scratches with gentle caresses but he shakes his head, kissing your chin. âno no sâalright babyâkinda liked it,â he chuckles, thumbing over your clit, precum starting to leak through his boxers at the way you keen into him at the little action. you giggle at his response, raking your nails softly down his chest, fingers suddenly halting only to begin trembling when he picks up the pace inside you.Â
âwant more joel, iâfuck,â youâre panting, arching up into him, the saturation of the room is getting dimmer and glittery, itâs hard to keep your eyes open and the pounding in your chest and cunt is nearly blinding you. âneed more of you, please? please god iâll do anything,â your desperation is loud and clear and you couldnât care less. he can feel it, can feel you gripping his fingers, squeezing him so good and he certainly hears how ready you are for him; he revels in the slick clicking sound eliciting from between your legs because of, again, him.Â
he swipes the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes and he shushes you, kissing you wherever your tears appeared, rubbing that little spot inside of you soothingly.Â
you hum in pleasure, hands traveling up to his shoulders. âdonât need to cry honey, iâll give iâto you,â his promises fan out over your lips, slipping his fingers out of you.Â
the loss of his fingers inside you feels cruel, you feel clingy, all you want is joel near you, around you, on you, and in you.Â
the sound of his hands undoing his belt hangs in the air, quiet and low breaths of desperation flicker from out your lips while you watch him pull himself out of his jeans. his cock, fat and heavy, and twitching, falls with heft on your lower tummy, resting with impatience on your skin.Â
you whimper, hand nervously wrapping around it, your fingers barely able to cover the thick circumference of it. âyouâre huge,â you choke, unintentionally adding fuel into his ego and he chuckles, shaking his head when he kisses you.Â
âyouâre flatterinâ me,â he murmurs against your lips, wrapping a hand around himself, guiding his tip to circle around your clit. you gasp, curling upwards into him, your forehead resting on his broad shoulder. you kiss his bare skin, the comfort of his skin to yours soothes you while he slides his cock up and down your folds.Â
âohâooh,â you suck in a big breath, hands flying to his forearms to hold onto when he starts to push in, his tip inching into you feels just as big as it looks. âshit,â you whimper at the burn that follows along with the stretch that he pushes into you and he pauses with concern. he hovers above you like a gracious adonis and it almost makes you forget the twinge of pain between your thighs.Â
âyou need me to stop?â he asks, his words of gentleness cradling you and you shake your head, running your palms down his chest. âno, please keep going, i can take it,â you nod as further emphasis, pushing your hips up, aching to feel more of him.Â
he brings his lips to yourâs again, sighing when he feels your little moan escape into his mouth. his cock rocks into you at a steady pace, unintentionally pushing you further up into his bed, and he holds onto you tighter, not wanting you to move an inch away from him.Â
âhavenât felt likeâshit,â he shudders something like a whimper against your lips, and you have to hold back a moan at the sound. âha-havenât felt like this in so long honey,â he swallows hard, caressing the side of your face. âhavenât thought about someone like this in yearsâ,â he groans, pushing his cock in deeper.Â
your clit pulses at the way he speaks to you, the way he fucks you. âhad to fuckinâ jerk off like i was a teenager again after youâd leaveâyâhave no idea what the hell youâve been doinâ to me honey,â he messily kisses you between each word, his thrusts growing heavy and rough inside you, the fat head of his cock prodding perfectly into the spongy little spot inside of you.Â
âshouldâve told me sooner joel,â you whine, bucking your hips to feel more of his cock. âtouched myself every night thinking of you,â you whimper out, eyes falling shut when you feel his lower half brush against your clit. he pushed in especially deep at your confession, and you gasp, holding onto him tighter.Â
âjoelâfuck, sl-slow down, itâs so much,â you cry, barely able to hold onto him while he starts to pound into you, like heâs lost the reins and his body is in control now, an energy and stamina he hasnât had since he was in his 20âs was back in full force and it all went into fucking you stupid.Â
âmâsorry honeyâyou just, ohfuck, feel so good an the things youâre sayinâ i justâfuck i canât help it,â he breathes out, pressing a chaste kiss to your bitten lips. âjust take it for me baby,â he groans, his hands squeezing your tits before traveling down to your hips.Â
his head hangs low while he splits you open on his cock, struggling to keep his eyes from shutting, but he forces them open to watch the way his cock stretches you wide. âyouâre so big,â you whine, teeth coming down to sink into the heft of his shoulder. he groans in your neck, sending you a particularly hard thrust.Â
the scent of cigarettes wafts around you the more he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips nip at your skin and you whimper into his shoulder at the thought of you going home smelling like him.Â
his calloused hands mold to the shape of your body no matter where they travel, forming perfectly around you to hold onto you as tight as he can.Â
silence falls between you two, the only communication occurring is the shared grunts and groans that slip into each otherâs open mouths. his forehead rests on yours, occasionally moving to your collarbone or ducking down to graze his teeth across your breasts, tongue darting out to wetten your nipples.Â
the sound of your soaked cunt getting fucked is near obnoxiousâitâs loud, and you pray that the windows in his bedroom are shut, because thereâs no doubt that if they arenât, his neighbors will hear everything.Â
your legs shakily hang off his lower back, pushing him in deeper and deeper.Â
his thrusts start to slow in pace, and each drag of his cock inside you feels hypnotic, feels amazing, and he groans the same sentiments in your ear, kissing the skin behind it. âmâsorry,â his hips pause to a halt and you panic for a second, wondering if you somehow did something wrong. âeverything okay?â you ask softly, clearing the hair away from his eyes. he nods, avoiding eye contact embarrassedly. âmy backâstartin to cramp up on me,â he mutters, pulling out of you and you hold back a sound of disappointment from the lack of weight on top of you.Â
he sits up, back facing away from you, head in his hands. âiâm sorry honey,â he apologizes, still not looking at you. you frown, shuffling on your knees towards him. you hold him from behind, kissing the side of his neck.Â
âdonât be.â you murmur, moving around in front of him now. you push at his chest gently, clambering on top of him. his eyes widen, a grin slowly spreading across his lips while his hands rest on your thighs. âwhatâre you doin?â he asks under a raspy breath, his cock twitching underneath you with excitement.Â
you hold his shaft, realigning him with your eager hole, leaning down to press a kiss before you speak. âiâm taking over.â is all you say as you sink down on his cock, wincing at the intrusion.Â
his eyes roll back and his head falls into the pillow, his hands starting to grip your hips. âbaby,â he moans to himself, his cheeks growing hot. you have to inch him in at a cautious pace but he doesnât mind, your tight warmth is something he welcomed wholeheartedly.Â
you start to grind your hips experimentally, hoping it feels good for him. you honestly have no idea what youâre doing. youâve only had sex once but you donât know if it even really counts.Â
if a guy putting it in then pulling out because he came too fast counted then, sure youâve had sex.Â
however all of this; itâs different with joel, that was a boy, and now youâve got a manâs cock buried in your pussy. and you want to make him feel like one, you donât want him to feel ashamed about his age or anything like that. youâll make him forget about everything.Â
you shudder a breathy moan at the new position, resting your hands on his broad chest, admiring the beautiful man that rests under you. âtell me what makes you feel good joel,â you murmur, head falling towards him, making direct eye contact with him. he swallows hard, his cock aching at how fucking hot you are.Â
âshit baby, just use me how you want, use my cock honey.â he groans, licking his fingers and bringing it to your clit. you whine, almost toppling over on top of him at the contact, but you hold yourself up, determined to make both yourself and joel feel good.Â
you grab his hands, unclamping them from the grip that rested around your hips and instead dragging them up your sides and onto your breasts, silently telling him to squeeze as much as he pleases.Â
and that he does.Â
he squeezes them, bucking his hips upwards into yours as he watches the way your flesh fills the gaps between his fingers. you rise and fall onto his cock, bouncing on it with a rhythm that hits every sensitive spot inside of you.Â
you look down to where you meet, sucking in your bottom lip at the sight of him disappearing inside of you each time you lower yourself onto him. you rock back and forth, whimpering at how deep he can reach in you. you watch the way he swirls his fingers over your clit, touching you better than you could ever do on your own time.Â
âcâmere honey,â he groans for you, and you obey, bending down to rest on his chest. he stops you before you can fully lay on top of him, holding you just under your ribs. he pulls you into his mouth, sucking over the soft flesh of your chest, tongue licking messily and hungrily all over your breasts. you gasp, arching your back into his mouth. âj-joel,â you moan, struggling to maintain the rhythm you built.Â
his teeth tease your nipples and you shiver, your nails digging into his shoulders at the sensation. you bounce on his cock, mind going numb and fuzzy while your senses take over, each thrust feeling like electric in your veins.Â
after heâs done sucking bruises into your soft flesh, your hands reconnect once more, and you pin them down beside his head, hovering above him while you ride his cock.Â
i love you, almost slips from your lips while you stare at each other, chests rising and falling heavily, mouths parted, tongues darting out to wet your lips with hunger. the words hang in the air without sound, youâre sure of it.Â
you grind down onto him as far as you can take him, feeling him nudge your cervix, and you whimper at just how deep he can go inside of you. he takes your moment of weakness as an opportunity to flip you right back to where you all started; underneath him.Â
you gape at him, unable to process his quick movements. youâre laying at the foot of the bed now, and heâs grabbing your calves, tugging you closer towards him. he pushes back in and wastes no time in pounding you like nothing happened. he grabs your leg, pushing it up further towards your chest, angling himself in even deeper, pure desire fueling him. âshit baby,âÂ
he mutters, his hair falling in his eyes as he kisses your jaw.Â
he rubs your clit with his thick fingers and you cry out, starting to tremble uncontrollably beneath him. âthink mâgonna cum joel, mâso so so close,â you whine, your eyes falling heavy with your impending orgasm.Â
âlet me have it honey, cmon,â he kisses his encouragement into your cheek, fucking you with determination to make you cum, hard. his fingers never relent on your clit, and you canât stop the panting that leaves your lips, all you can do is writhe beneath him while he fucks you through your dizzying climax. you moan his name in breathy chants, spasming as your body tries itâs best to ride out the stimulation that joel bombards you with.Â
his hips grow messy and sporadic, heâs catching your lips in a hot kiss, tongues clashing and saliva falling to the corners of your mouth. barely taking any time to break apart for air. âmâalmost thereâwhere can iâŚâ he trails off breathlessly, unsure of how to ask in a way that a gentleman would ask but you donât care, you donât need him to sound like one, not when heâs fucking you as if heâs never heard the word before.Â
âinside, y-you can do it inside, please,â you beg with need, curling your legs around his hips and pushing down on his lower back. he shudders, and has a millisecond to want to ask you if youâre sure, but he canât stop pushing himself inside you, it feels too good, and heâs glad youâre trapping him between your legs, because he never wants to stop.Â
âsh-shit, iâm cumminâ honey,â he shakily moans in your mouth, struggling to keep his kiss coherent but the way your spent cunt tightens around him makes him lose all sense. you whimper against his lips, feeling hyper sensitive to each and every touch, but the feeling of him cumming inside you is unlike anything youâve ever felt.Â
he slowly pulls out of you, peppering your face with kisses when you make a sound of discomfort. you two lie in a comfortable silence, trying to catch your breaths. you turn to look at each other, and he smiles at you, leaning over to cup your face in his palm. âyou okay?â he murmurs softly, running his thumb across your cheekbone. you nod into his touch, holding the back of his hand with yours. âyeah,â you grin. âyou?âÂ
he chuckles heartily, and nods as well. âyeah. iâm alright,â he sends a playful wink and you canât believe that it still manages to make your tummy flutter with butterflies. you suppose heâll always have that effect on you.Â
you stare at him for a little longer, testing the waters to see if heâll stop you as you lift up his arm and scoot closer to him. and when he doesnât, you smile to yourself while he only pulls you in closer, tightening his arms around you. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, and youâve never felt more soothed before.Â
you trace the veins on his strong arm that cradles you into him, your head resting on his other bicep. you donât want to disrupt the peacefulness thatâs settled upon you both, but you have questions that just might do that.Â
âjoel?â you ask and he hums a response. âwould you ever want to do this again? or not even this but justâŚlikeâŚhangout?â you unknowingly grip onto his arm with nervousness, and hope that he says yes.Â
he takes in a breath and you shut your eyes at the impending rejection. âhoney,â he starts, and your eyes glisten with tears already. âi donât know if this is something we shouldâve done to begin withânot that i regret itâlord,â he shakes his head, chuckling dryly to himself. âlord knows i donât regret it. but i donât know if this is something we could sustain. i want to though, sweetpea trust me that i do,â he tilts your chin towards him, feeling his heart break when he sees your watery eyes looking back at him.Â
âoh honey,â he sighs sadly, shifting you around so you can look up at him properly. his arms encase you, his warm hand running up and down your back while he pressed gentle kisses to your forehead. âwhy?â is all you manage to ask and he shuts his eyes, resting his chin on top of your head. âyour dadâll shoot me down and hang my body in frontâof the whole neighborhood if he knew. and sarah? i donât think sheâd take kindly to me datinâ her best friend.â you hate that he makes perfect sense and you hate that you sound childish, that you didnât even take either of those things into consideration.Â
âwe donât have to tell themâat least not now? and we donât have to be anything serious, i justâŚi like being around you.â you softly murmur, feeling pathetic as tears line your lashes once again. he thumbs across them, ridding your eyes of their wetness. âi like being around you too,â he returns your sentiments, leaning down to peck you. it feels gentle, domestic, and you canât imagine going without more of them.Â
âiâll still pick you up after you have class, i still want you to come over for dinner like you usually do, nothinâ has to change and,â he closes his eyes for a beat. ââdespite everything i said, iâŚi donâ know if i could handle not havinâ you around honey, feels like somethinâs missinâ when youâre not around.â he admits, and to himself as well, for the first time.Â
you bloom with happiness at his words, surging forward to kiss him. he holds you by the back of your neck, tracing circles into your jaw. you hold his face in your hands, pressing kisses along his cheeks, feeling warm all over and when he laughs. itâs filled with a comforting airiness.Â
he holds your wrist, turning to kiss your palm. he plucks your index finger, bringing it to his lips to kiss gently. âgot me wrapped around this little thing,â he says just above a whisper, and your heart aches, overflowing with adoration.Â
the door suddenly opens downstairs and you both share a look of horror.Â
âdad? iâm home!â
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Lightning of the Blaze
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+, MDNI! This is basically all smut.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings/tags: no use of y/n, Oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), hair pulling, creampie, established relationship, mild masochism, brief degradation (one use of âcockslutâ), swearing, Reader is described as having hair long enough to put into a ponytail and be tugged by Joel; just filthy smut Iâm sorry (not sorry)
a/n: Not me having some *thots* before bed and needing to get them out of my head so I can sleep in peace lol. Not beta read, apologies for any typos! Dividers by @saradika-graphics , thank you!
One of your favorite ways to show Joel you loved him was to cook, but damn did you hate the cleanup.
âI knew I should have put down foil,â you mutter to yourself, desperately trying to scour the caramelized dry rub from tonightâs rib dinner off of your baking sheets. Hindsight is 20/20, unfortunately. Elbow-deep in suds, you cussed under your breath for making that new yearâs resolution to leave a clean, empty sink in your kitchen every night. You frustratedly blew your hair out of your face, annoyed that you didnât think to tie it up beforehand. Thankfully, you heard the door open, Joel having just returned from taking out the recycling.
âJoel baby,â you called out into the living room, âcan you grab a hair tie from the bathroom and put my hair up for me please?â
âSure, darlinâ,â he replied, dipping into the bathroom to wash his hands and retrieve one of your black elastic bands. He padded into the kitchen and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing his grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, his navy t-shirt stretched taut across his shoulders. Even in his âcomfy clothes,â he still looked fine as hell.
You continued aggressively scrubbing the metal sheet in front of you as Joel approached you from behind, pressing his front against your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder. âYou shouldâa let me take care of that, sweetheart,â Joel murmured into your neck, planting a soft kiss. âYou worked so hard on dinner, itâs not your job to clean, too. How do you want me to fix your hair?â
âJust a ponytail is fine, thank you,â you responded. Joel gathered your hair into his hands in a ponytail, but you noticed he didnât grab the elastic. âJoel, didnât you grab the hair tie?â
âYes maâam I did,â he said into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, âbut I think I found a better way to secure it.â
âOh no you donât,â you started, âI know where youâre trying to go with this. I need to get these dishes sorted, hun! Not now!â As if to dissuade him, you began scrubbing the pan even harder, to no avail. You heard him chuckle into your hairline.
âOh sweet thing, you act like I donât know exactly how to distract you,â he purred, and then he did it.
He gathered your ponytailed hair closer into his hand, and tugged.
The pain shimmered across your scalp, followed by a tingly wave of pleasure. You gasped out a moan. âJoel, pleaseâŚ..â you whimpered. âIâm trying to be good and stick to my goals.â
âJust leave the pan in the sink,â he offered. âLet it soak til the morninâ. You need to anyway, that rub ainât goinâ anywhere. Here, Iâll help you.â Joel grabbed the retractable faucet hose, turned the water to warm, and started filling the pan. Then, without warning, he turned the hose into your front.
âJOEL, what the hell!â you yelped, surprised by the sudden spray. You looked down and noticed your white t-shirt was now fully see-through, revealing your pink lace bralette and pebbled nipples. Looking up, you saw Joel smirk in the reflection of your kitchen sink window.
âAnd now youâre soaked too,â he said, chortling at his own (bad) joke. You rolled your eyes until the brush of his thumb on your nipple caught your attention. He stared right back at you and you swore that even through the reflection, you could see his eyes darken. âBut I think I can get you even more soaked.â
Joel began grinding his hardening cock into your ass, pressing you further into the counter. One hand remained wound around your ponytail, while the other dragged slowly across the top of your leggings. You whimpered, spreading your legs further apart to give him access. He chuckled darkly. âSo eager, baby,â Joel whispered into your ear, slipping his thick fingers into the front of your leggings and into your matching lace panties, groaning when he felt your drenched folds. âWetterân the ocean for me, hmm?â he murmured. All you could do was nod your head.
Joel slipped a finger into your pussy, your copious slick easing his entrance. You choked out a moan, pressing even harder into his crotch, smiling when you felt him stiffen even further. âOnly for you,â you said softly, âIâm only this wet for you, Joel.â
âThatâs right,â he growled into your ear, pressing further into your warm wetness. The stimulation made your head spin, but the hard press of his cock pulled you out. There was something you needed even more than this, and something you knew Joel would go crazy for.
âI need to suck your cock, baby,â you moaned, pulling Joelâs finger from your cunt and immediately enveloping it into your mouth, lips suctioning and tongue caressing. Joel groaned brokenly, and then you met his eyes and said the words you knew would trigger him: âAnd I want you to fuck my mouth.â
You saw Joelâs eyes widen a bit, and then immediately a feral, slightly deranged glint swirled in his eyes. âGod, you are so fucking perfect,â he whispered. âI need you to beg for it, sweet thing.â
âJoel, please,â you moaned loudly, and the next thing you knew he was spinning you around, the movement twisting your ponytail in his hand even more, sending another pain-pleasure jolt through your body.
âYeah, you want this cock down your throat baby?â Joel groaned, yanking your hair back slightly. âYou want me to use your ponytail to fuck your mouth?â All you did in response was drop to your knees, mouth wide open, pink tongue hanging out like a welcome mat for his dick.
âGod, youâre such a dirty girl,â Joel muttered, pulling down his sweats, his hard length bobbing slightly. In one motion, he lined himself up and slid into your warm, wet mouth. Joel groaned, his hold on your ponytail tightening again, drawing out a whimper from you which vibrated down his shaft. âSuch a perfect little cockslut.â
You began to move your mouth up and down his length, keeping your throat relaxed so he could get as deep as possible. Joel used his hand in your hair to guide your mouth, starting off slow to get you warmed up, and then progressively speeding up. Soon he was fucking into your mouth with passion, your throat making wet squelching sounds, mixed in with your moans every time he elicited pressure on your ponytail. Your body was buzzing, feeling alive with a flood of endorphins counteracting the sting of your scalp. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to find friction, and then suddenly Joel ripped your mouth off of his cock with a pop. You looked up at him with surprise in your eyes, your lips still in an O shape from the facefucking. He groaned at the sight, but pulled you to your feet. Heâd fill that mouth with his cum another day, but not today.
âI need to fuck that pretty pussy, baby,â he gritted out, ripping off his clothes and then moving to the couch, laying back on it. âRide this cock like you own it.â
You grinned devilishly, sauntering over as Joel watched you strip with hooded eyes, his length glistening with your saliva. Now naked, swinging your legs over his, you hovered over his lap, facing away from him, knowing how crazy he got for reverse cowgirl. Just as you predicted, you heard Joel groan again, reaching down to spread your folds apart to watch it swallow his cock slowly as you both moaned at the feeling. With one leg braced against the floor and the other folded so your shin laid against the couch cushions, you started a slow rocking movement, rolling your hips as you slide up and down his shaft. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his ankles, spreading yourself wide so he could watch his cock disappear in and out of you.
âFuuuuuck baby, youâre dripping down me,â Joel said, intoxicated by the sight before him. Your slick running down his hardness in rivulets, soaking his curls; your cream staining a ring at his base. He swiped a finger through it, slipping his digit into his mouth. âGod, you taste so fucking good, tooâ he whispered hoarsely, making you clench against him.
âJoel, pull my hair, please,â you beg, riding him faster. He sat up to gather your hair in one hand again, jerking it back and ripping a moan from your throat. Your pussy spasmed, pulling a growl from him as well. He gripped your hip with his other hand, planted his feet on the cushions, and bucked up into you.
Your back bowed as Joel continued to thrust up, yanking your hair periodically to release a lightning bolt of pain-pleasure through your body. He pulled your head further back until he could whisper into your ear. âRub that pretty clit of yours, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.â Joel released your hair, allowing you to move your body.
You released your hold on his ankles, sitting up and spreading your legs wide. Slipping one hand down your chest, you caressed and tugged your nipples before continuing down your torso and stroking your fingers across where the two of you were joined. You stroked Joelâs shaft as it plunged in and out of your folds, making him groan and press his head into the couch. Gathering the cream and slick at his base, you swirled it over your clit, moaning at the sensation. Your fingers pressed tight circles around the pearl, rocketing you towards your release. Joel bucked even harder into you, hitting that sweet spot only he could reach, making your cunt squeeze him even tighter.
âI can feel you getting close, baby,â Joel says, breathing harder. âFucking sucking me in.â
âYes, Joel,â you moan, swirling faster and faster, pussy tightening intensely, right on the precipice. âI need more.â
âOh, I know what you need,â Joel says, the smirk in his voice evident.
Joel grabs your hair, yanking hard, as he whispers in your ear, âCum for me, now.â
And you cliff dive right off the edge into one of the hardest orgasms in your life.
Your mouth opens up in a scream, but your orgasm is so intense that no sound comes out. Your body feels like it freezes completely and then explodes all at once. Waves of slick pulse down Joelâs dick, soaking him and the cushions underneath, as he moans deeply holding onto your hips and shoving himself as deep in you as possible, grinding to prolong your euphoria. You finally catch your breath, and a long, ragged moan erupts out of your throat.
âThatâs it baby, good fucking girl,â he praises. âFucking soak and choke my cock, just like that.â
Joel grabs your hips and starts thrusting with abandon into you, as you collapse forward, taking hold of his ankles once again. You bend over almost in half, giving him an unobstructed view of your puffy, soaked cunt. You bite at his shins, whining, taking and taking and taking.
âGod, Joel, you fuck me so good,â you mewl. âI want you to fill me up.â
âOh yeah?â Joel says breathlessly, fucking into you at a blinding pace, chasing his own high. âYou want me to fill this messy pussy up with my cum, make it even messier?â His hips are a blur now, the sound of his hips slapping into your wet thighs echoing in the room. âIâm going to cum so deep in you that youâll be dripping for days.â
âYes, Joel, fucking fill me up. Fill up my pussy, I wanna be full of nothing but you,â you moan.
That snaps the final tether and Joel thrusts once, twice, three times and then buries his cock as deeply into you as possible, nearly roaring in pleasure, bruising your hips with his fingers, painting your drenched walls with his cum.
You lay on top of his legs, pussy weeping a mixture of your releases, both of you breathing hard. Kissing his shins, you pulse your cunt on him, giggling when his breath hitches from overstimulation. Slowly you sit up and slide off of his shaft, pressing your fingers to your center to stem the flow of your juices and his spend as Joel hands you a towel. You let the warmth drip out of your body, and then toss it back to him to clean up his lap. Once he throws the towel in the hamper in your bedroom, he shifts your body so youâre laying sideways, face to face. You nuzzle into his chest, warm and damp with sweat. The air in the living room feels humid, thick with the scent of sex. Joel kisses your forehead and runs his hands slowly up and down your sides as you both relax.
âAcceptable distraction from your noble pursuit of cleaning resolutions?â Joel posits, rubbing the tip of his nose across the top of your head. You sigh in (satisfied) defeat.
âYeah, I guess so. Besides, I feel like new yearâs resolutions are more like guidelines, anyhow. Letâs go to bed, baby.â You giggle as Joel leads you to your bedroom.
#joel miller#pedro pascal#joel miller x reader#joel tlou#tlou fanfiction#joel miller smut#pedro pascal cinematic universe
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wip wednesday!
thank you for the tag @janaispunk đ¤đ¤
step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet
ok so some of these are really rough and have no titles and I didn't include things like "of rage and ruin" because that's already got a priority order, but here are these:
"I'll take care of you" mini-series
very dark!Din x f!reader
yes, I have a problem, and I'm turning it into a mini-series. no snippet yet, but here's a teaser
You meet the Mandalorian for the first time in an alley. You meet the Mandalorian for the first time in your home. You meet the Mandalorian for the first time in a bunker. You⌠arenât sure how you met the Mandalorian, anymore. But you know, now, that no matter how far you get, no matter how much you forget, heâll always find you.
patrol partner!Joel
ft. switch!Joel but mostly sub!Joel x f!switch!reader
You pull off with a soft pop and look up at him, setting the cool, damp cloth back over his cock. His hips jerked when it made contact, the cool breeze through the window exaggerating the sensation. âHowâre you feeling, baby?â you say. âFrustrated, maâam,â Joel grunts. You smile. âThank you for being honest. Do you need a break, or do you want a little more?â âMore, please,â he says immediately, cheeks flushed. You donât respond, running your hand across his stomach while you let him squirm from the chill. Not after long, you move it and take him back in your mouth. He gasps and moans, muscles tightening and straining against the ropes. When you shift to warm his balls with your tongue, he whimpers. You take that as a sign to pull back and replace the cold cloth. âNo,â he says, desperate and breathy. He squeezes his eyes tight against the prickling of tears. âPlease.âÂ
soft!Jackson!Joel
Joel grimaces. âYeah, youâre right. Weâll just have to figure something temporary out.â You stop and put your hands on your hips. âWe? What is this we business?â âWhatâre you gonna do, keep wandering through the woods on your own? Iâll help you.â âWhy would you want to do that?â Youâre on alert again. âDidnât you say you had to get back to your brother?â âHeâs not goinâ any place. He knows I can handle myself out here. Why, you got somewhere else to go?â His eyebrow raises. Itâs really infuriating. He fucking knows you donât. âOh, you know. So many places to go, things to do.â He rolls his eyes. âYeah, Iâm sure.â âWell, I havenât even started my taxes this year.â You fix him with a look. Fuckinâ try me, old man. But Joel just laughs. âYouâre right. Finding somewhere safe from Infected is way less important than taxes. My bad.â âIt is. It is your bad, Joel. I could get arrested for tax evasion.â  âRight,â he shakes his head. âYouâre more afraid of the IRS.â âYeah, we are talkinâ about the American government here. You think the fuckinâ apocalypse is gonna stop them from getting their money?â Never mind that the world ended twenty-two years ago. You know heâs letting you play up the bit because he thinks youâll let your guard down. Youâre hoping it works in reverse. âAlright, well, letâs find you somewhere safe to do your taxes.â âAgreed. Youâll go back to your brother and Iâll find the nearest H&R Block.âÂ
"the art of decay"
(a working title for the sequel to "the art of breaking"; don't hold me to it lol)
âYou get wet from that beating earlier?â he asks. You nod, even though heâs already reaching down between your legs and shoving his fingers in your cunt. He brings back his shiny hand and strokes his cock. âLook at me, baby,â he says, shifting onto his knees so when you open your eyes, youâre faced with his fist pumping away at the red, angry head. âCoulda been you. Shoulda been, but bad girls donât get what they want.â You whimper. It really does hurt your feelings, but you know you have nothing to say for yourself. âOpen. Maybe youâll get lucky, and get some fresh.â You obey immediately, squeezing your eyes back shut as soon as he starts to cum. A little bit lands in your mouth, which you hold open.
step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on
no pressure tags: @kewwrites @tightjeansjavi @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @covetyou @toxicanonymity @mountainsandmayhem @alwaysmicado @ozarkthedog
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Hey there! I hope you're having a good weekend! All your WIPs sound fantastic, and while subbyJoel is not usually my thing, your writing plus those glimpses of the escord Joel fic have me already going feral, lol! Seeing as bdfJoel is one of my soft spots, and that glimpse was too much, could I get another one, or maybe a little synopsis? Thank you! Hugs and kisses!đĽ°
tysm lovely i'm excited about it too!!! as for my dbf fic... here's the current summary (i might change the wording on the final masterlist but this is pretty much what's goin on)
he's your father's best friend and you're his best friend's daughter; that's the way it's always been. until you're only a few months away from finally leaving home and he sees you in a way he never has before. now he has to have you before you leave, no matter what it takes. no outbreak, no use of y/n.
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All for Rosie and Abby đ
mother fucker
apologies for the formatting but i am lazy slfdkj
Who is the most affectionate?
Rosieâs the most obviously affectionate, but Abby is pretty affectionate too
Big spoon/Little spoon?
rosie is 5Ⲡand more than a foot shorter than her girlfriend - i donât think she can be the big spoon đ anyways, she likes being held by abby. sheâs warm and safe.
Most common argument?
besides anything that spawned from jackson? they have very different opinions on making the bed. abby thinks it should be, rosie doesnât give a shit, she just wants caffeine.Â
Favorite non-sexual activity?
even though they like very different genres, they love talking about books together! (lev tells them that they should write one together, but rosieâs not too sure...)
Who is most likely to carry the other?
i donât think rosie physically can carry abby lol
What is their favorite feature of their partnerâs?
rosie: abbyâs arms. she wonât even lie. her eyes are very pretty, too.
abby: rosieâs hands are soft.
Whatâs the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?
well. theyâre already fucking. so now thereâs like... extra emotions. also a lot of awkwardness, because neither of them intended on getting feelings.
Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?
nicknames. yes. they have them. i am just terrible at coming up with nicknames lmao
Who worries the most?
rosie. sheâs a worrier.
Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
they both know what each others favorite things are in the cafeteria, but i donât think they really have normal restaurants?
Who tops?
slkjdf 100% abby.
Who initiates kisses?
both, but rosie usually pulls abby into kisses on the lips.
Who reaches for the otherâs hand first?
rosie!
Who kisses the hardest?
....abby.
Who wakes up first?
it varies - theyâre both morning people, so they both wake up around the same time.
Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?
now getting out of bed is a different story - if abby hasnât already gotten out of bed? rosieâs not going anywhere.
Who says I love you first?
iâm pretty sure hazelâs the one who tells both of them that they love each other (âgod youâre so dumbâ) but after that? abby, i think. this probably changes every time i answer this lmao
Who leaves little notes in the otherâs one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)
uuuuuuh. rosie would be more likely to make a bag for abby? but i donât know if either would leave a note.
Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?
hazel knows about rosie and abby having a ~thing immediately, just because she occasionally needs to vacate the apartment lol. other than that - neither of them really tell anyone? not by the time of the game, at least - they havenât officially been together long before theyâre separated.Â
What do their family/friends think of their relationship?
hazel is very supportive - she just wants her sister to settle. i feel like the seattle crew were a little more wary of rosie, though?Â
Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?
....Rosie.
Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?
Neither of them cook often before getting to catalina, but after? they cook an equal amount, but lev is very open about the fact that he likes abbyâs cooking more
Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?
oh abby, 100%. emphasis on cheesy.
Who whispers inappropriate things in the otherâs ear during inappropriate times?
rosie. mostly because nobody would expect it from her and abby would have a hard time explaining her reaction away lol
Who needs more assurance?
....rosie?
What would be their theme song?
oh please donât make me ldksjf
Who would sing to their child back to sleep?
they both would read to the kid, but rosieâs more likely to sing (... unless hazelâs around, and then hazel is sent in)
What do they do when theyâre away from each other?
in canon in the ~year and a half theyâre apart? they yearn. they deny it, 100%, but there is yearning. after they get to catalina? uh. their jobs? theyâll think about each other, but it takes a while for abby to be up for longer away missions, and even then, she makes sure she doesnât go on the longer runs.
one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart
i mean, abbyâs the one who decides that rosie isnât going to go back to seattle with them - rosieâs not that badly injured, itâs something thatâd slow them down but overall wouldnât impact the group too much. sheâs just - emotional. between rosie stopping her and seeing joel - a lotâs goinâ on. rosie - she gets why she was left. but sheâs absolutely terrified of meeting abby again.
one headcanon about this OTP that mends it
why is it harder to think of fluff for them
anyways
their reunion, i guess lol: abby is more than a little shocked when the three bowers are there with ellie at the end, but god, is she relieved.Â
also they adopt a ton of dogs
big fluffy ones that abby jokes rosie could ride into battle
#tommymillers#asks#rosie x abby#rosemary bowers#tlou ocs#and with this - i'm passing out#if anyone wants to sent some for some of my other ships feel free!! <3#i'll just get to them tomorrow#wait i think the ship tag is actually#rosemary x abby
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So baby let my heartbeat be, the rhythm that puts you to sleep...
Wrote half of this in like a drunken rage the other night to vent, so donât feel obligated to read lol i just need to get it off my chest..
Shoutout to my girls for being there for me while Iâve been going through it @imabasicqueen @la-saffron @quisieracnco ily
Also i love all you guys too
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Bodies pass by like speeding cars. Your eyes dart along the scenery, trying desperately to focus on something- anything to keep you grounded at the moment. Your legs feel weak and wobbly and it seems like you could collapse at any given time.
The alcohol in your system only assists the intensity and everything is hectic. You wanna cry and scream and sleep, but your body canât process. But it is taking in one thing. Itâs a hand at your shoulder, the grip and familiarity snaps you back. âHey..â the sound buzzes through your foggy mind and maybe youâre ignoring everything entirely, but you barely hear it until the voice matches with the face.
âHey, you good?â Joel locks eyes with you, sensing immediately the distraught within. No words come out of you, thereâs almost no energy to even want to speak. âWhat happened dude, whatâs wrong,â he pries at you, focusing your glance up to him every time you tried to look away. His insistence breaks you, looking up at him with so much embarrassment and tears filling your eyes
âWhoa whoa, youâre okay.â He comforts in an instant, already wrapping his arms around your wobbly intoxicated body, and leading you out the crowded party. âLetâs go.â He drapes his jacket over your body and helps buckle you in the passenger seat. Tears drop onto your lap, a slow, quiet sob working up in your system. Joel already knows.
âWas it... Alejandro?...â he questions hesitantly from behind the wheel. Your heart skips a beat at the pain, still fresh and raw. The sobbing grows a little too much and you shake your head. âIâm such an idiot, Joel Iâm sorry. I wasted your time,â the image of the man that seduced you danced in your head. You see yourself wrapped in his arms as you and Joel entered the party. It fades and you realize Joelâs talking.
âYou didnât deserve that,â he says. âIâm not mad, you didnât waste my time at all.â He reaches over to pat your leg soothingly, radiating that brotherly protection he always had. âIâm glad i was there-â he continues and before you know it, youâre at the hotel. âI knew i couldnât trust him.â That sentence hits you and if it were possible to cry any harder, youâd be doing it by now.
The walk up to your hotel room is a blur, a mix of tears and makeup slide down your cheeks as Joel guides you inside. He sits you on the bed and talks you through it, but itâs going nowhere. Sobs grow more into anger- tears drying slightly and your tone of voice more threatening. âFucK hIMâ you almost growl, and it sets Joel back a little.
âHe used me this whole time,â you start to yell and your fists clench into tight balls. âT/N calm down itâs ok,â he desperately attempts to relax you to no success. He gets up and walks to the door with intent. âGimme a minute i know who you need,â he zooms out and you grab a pillow with fury, screaming into the plush material. The night flashes back to you again.
This time itâs his hand on your waist, lips on your ear as heâs pouring you yet another drink. You giggle and he urges you to drink. âBe right back, baby girl. Wait for me k...â his voice rings in your ears and thereâs so much more anger.
You throw the pillow across the room and slam your back onto the bed, hands buried in your face. Someone enters the room cautiously, and without thinking you lash out. âGeT OUTâ you dart up and grab another pillow almost as to attack, but his strong tattooed hand grabs your wrist. âRichard, let me go!â You claw at his fingers and start moving away from him.
âTranquila, whats wrong luvâ his strong brow furrows in all seriousness, concern turning into something more. Your face is bright red with rage, your hair a tangled mess from running your frustrated hands through it over and over. Richard grabs your wrists and notices your still clenched fists. âAight, i can see youâre goin through something. You need to talk it out?â Your jaw tightens and thereâs nothing more you want than to vent- no not vent, yell.
âIâm just so angry,â your shaky voice starts up again, an underlying wave of tears ready to pour. âOk then scream.â He says and youâre caught off guard. âI know what itâs like, and i know sometimes all you need is to scream and hit something and just let it out.â He grabs another pillow from behind you and places it in front of his chest like a target.
âSo go at it,â he motions for you to hit the pillow in front of him and gives you a look that shows heâs there.
You hit the cushion softly the first time, testing it out with little sniffles. âI wasted so much time,â you start to let out, hitting the pillow again. âHe was using me,â Richard pushes the pillow into your next blow, bouncing your force off of it. âHow could i not know?â Your fists work faster and sloppily.
âHe got me wasted so i couldnât even notice,â angry tears well up unintentionally, all emotions being thrown on the table. You see Richards face harden at that comment and you keep going. âWhat were his intentions? Why would he make such an effort just to screw me over like this??â Your hands droop, throat a bit sore from the yelling already and Richard drops the cushion.
âHe played me so hard, Richard. I feel so disgusting.â The topic feels too embarrassing, but the words keep flowing. âHe told me things he knew would pull me in more. I can still feel his touch and it makes me want to jump out of my skin..â Thats all it takes. In a second, heâs jumping off the bed, his shoulders puffed up and face full of the same anger you had.
âThat fucker,â he pulls out his phone and is already planning his fastest route to end this dude. âCanât just treat you like that,â you pounce up to calm him now, knowing Richard was a man of action. âI swear to god heâll never touch you again- Iâm gonna make him wish he never laid a hand on you.â You wrap your arms around him, calming him now turning into what you needed the most at the moment.
âRichard itâs fine,â he drops his phone and chills out, letting your arms tighten around his waist. âItâs not, tho. No man should be allowed to do this scum shitâ he engulfs you in a tight embrace, letting you bury your wet face in his warm chest for what feels like forever. He pulls away and kisses your forehead. âDonât let anyone let you feel like youâre worth less than what you are..â
âBecause youârs so important to me, and if anything happened to you, Iâd have to fight a homie on sight,â you laugh and sit back down on the messy bed. âI think maybe you need time to calm down now, Richukiâ, the sheets and beneath you are ruffled from your angry fit, and you smooth them over with your hands. âMaybe youâre right.â He says and shakes off his frustration. âHang tight luv Iâll be backâ
He closes the door behind him, leaving you alone once again in the big hotel room. You lay on your side, fidgeting with the strings on your hoodie. A moment passes and the door opens followed by a little knock. Not wanting to lift your head up, you mutter out a little âhey..â and continue to stare absent mindedly in the distance. It was probably just Richard done cooling off.
A body sits at the foot of the bed, tickling your foot as it hung off the side. Not Richard. âErick, quĂŠ haces papi? Why you here,â without looking at him you talk, not wanting him to see you looking like a mess. âThought youâd need a mood lightener,â he says innocently and you almost feel bad for being so distraught right now. He doesnât need to deal with this, heâs just a kid still. âEstoy bien, go back to your room Erick.â
âNo,â he argues and you shouldâve expected that, he was a persistent one. âNo necesitas decirme nada, solo quiero estar contigo.â Itâs silent as you donât have the energy to argue back. Just laying there, Erick by your side quiet. But It doesnât last long before he finally starts talking. Reminding you of the time you both scared Chris in the middle of the night by hiding in the kitchen pantry. Your heart feels light at the memory, that good point in your life, the people...
Little drops of salty tears slow and you wipe the last few with your sleeve to laugh with him. âHe almost peed himself,â you finally pitch in to the story breaking your silence. âSientes mejor?â He questions and lays next to you. You nod solemnly, not lying, but not telling the entire truth either. âThank you Erick,â he grabs your hand in his and squeezes. âNo sĂŠ que estĂĄ pasando...pero estoy aqui para ti. Por siempre okâ he looks you dead in the eyes and you see the sincerity.
âNow go shower, you look pretty roughâ he jokes and you punch his arm as he hops off the bed. Leaving you back to square one with a slightly lighter mood than before. The door closes and deciding to take his advice and shower off the night, you make your way into the bathroom. The hot water scorches tender skin and the tension starts to break down. Your mind drifts on and off about the night, invasive thoughts digging their way in one by one.
The ghost of his fingertips brush your skin and you want to wipe yourself clean of him. The images that manifest takw over, and you rush out of the shower in attempt to outrun them. With soaking hair and loose towel draped around you, you step out into the other room once again and are greeted with a soft smile. âIm guessing youâre all taking shifts with me now?â You joke and the big teddy bear in front of you smiles nervously. âKinda yea,â his eyes dart away at the sight of you in just a towel and you act quick.
âSorry I didnât know youâd come out undressed,â he says shyly and you grab your robe. You wrap yourself in the thick material, throwing on a quick pair of shorts underneath. âOkay Zabdi, coast is clear.â He looks back up cautiously as you sit next to him, noticing the small ukulele in his grips. âMusical therapy,â he shrugs and you lay your head on his shoulder. âCan you play-â he cuts you off and hands over the small instrument. âNonono, youâre playing. Itâll distract you, i know how in the element you get when you play.â
Part of you wants to hesitate, but the moment fingers hit the strings something takes off in you. The sound rings in your bones and youâre lost in the strumming pattern, closing your eyes and letting it take over completely. The world fades away and the moment your eyes flutter open, it feels different. âThat was beautiful,â Zabdi comments at the improv work and adds a signature compliment like always, âjust like you.â
You donât wanna protest but it hits you like a train. âDonât call me that.â The wooden figure slips from your arms onto the bed, all insecurity flooding back. Heâs shocked and confused, not sure how to react. âNow im not sure all that happened tonight. All i know is what Richard was heated about, and what Joel wonât tell, but...â he shakes his head and runs fingers through his hair stressed. âI donât like what itâs doing to you.â
A pout falls over your face, not sure if itâs ready to cry or not. âIâm just not beautiful Zabdiel okay.â You wanna tell him so bad about it all, to tell him how much it hurts and how desperately you believed in someoneâs lies. Because heâd know exactly what to say. Heâd hug you tightly and never let go, tell you that that boy was never worth it. And that everything would be ok. But itâs not for him, and only small details come out. âI see all these girls who are so much better than me in every way. Theyâre beautiful and deserve the world and all the love they can have....â
His expression drops- shocked to see you in such a vulnerable state. âThatâs just not me Zabdi. And i donât know why, but i just canât have the same.â He watches and roams his mind for something to say. You donât want him to feel like he needs to pitch in, but thatâs just the way he was.
âNo me digas cosas asĂ,â is the first thing out of his mouth. âYou have just the same right as those other girls to have the world and so much more. You just canât see it.â Heâs scolding you, and itâs so odd to see this side of him. âYou are beautiful and thereâs nothing and nobody- especialmente un pendejo como Alejandro that should make you feel any different.â You cringe at the mention of his name and look away. âMira, T/N. Youâre the most beautiful person i know, inside and out,â He wipes a stray tear away.
âAnd this dude doesnât deserve the satisfaction of defeating you. Heâs not whatâs going to bring you down-â your heads snap up as the door opens one last time suddenly. A tall figure peeks in and your heart flips for the millionth time. âChris,â your voice waivers and Zabdiel stands up. âCan I?â Chris pats Zabdi on the shoulder and gestures towards you. No doubt in his mind that he was leaving you in the best care. He ends it there, and with a solemn nod, Zabdiel gives you a strong hug and says one more thing before stepping out. âSee you tomorrow- donât forget anything that i told you.â
Chris waits for the door to close behind him and locks it, walking back over to you slowly. You shiver in your place, from both nerves and emotions, but also the slight breeze that came through once the door shut. âTake this,â he jumps into action, removing his big tour hoodie from his body and tossing it over. He looks away as you throw it on, giving him a little âokâ to turn around once you were finally fully dressed. You push back your damp hair into the hood and bundle up in a tight seated ball.
He sits next to you and before anything is said, he pulls you into his arms. He squeezes with all his strength, letting you fall apart one last time beneath him. His hand was firm behind your head, brushing your hair as you pushed further into his chest. âChris i feel so stupid,â you admit and he shushes you like you would a baby, patting your back and whispering âitâs ok, youâre ok.â
âBut im not,â and for the first time tonight itâs all on the table. âI was naive. I let him use me, let myself believe i was special, that i was lovable.â He brings you out of his chest, holding either side of your shoulders and watched into what felt like your soul as you pour it out. âI was there, and he was holding me, wooing me with lies. He called me his- told me i was worth something. And i bought it.â His fingers brushed by your cheeks and wiped away wetness there.
âI watched him do it all too. Because he kissed me. He kissed me and not even a second after he walked to her- to all of them. Feeding off their attention, lost in their beauty. He left me vulnerable and had no ounce of worry either. Not even when his friend started getting touchy- forceful.â You swallow your embarrassment of retelling the events and finish. âHe had already gotten what he wanted from me so long ago. So why did he make such an effort for me to be there tonight??? Was it because i was his pawn? To flaunt me, kiss and touch me to make the others jealous. Or was i the last resort? For him to get me trashed and save me for latwr when all his other girls didnât follow through.â
His eyes were sad, understanding and taking in all the details. âI couldâve been really hurt. But he didnât even care. Joel was my savior tonight, if he hadnât been there to see it all and bring me home... i donât know what wouldâve happened.â Chris sighs heavily and his look is the same amount of distraught as you. âI canât think about that.â He growls with the same intensity Richard had earlier. âI literally canât afford to think of that. I donât know what Iâd do if something were to happen to you and i couldâve stopped it.â
âBut thats not your fault,â you add on. âI was so dumb to not tell you about tonight. I knew you never trusted him from the beginning and i felt beyond guilty.â You look down at your hands in shame. âIâm such a screw up, and Iâm so sorry Chris. I donât know whatâs wrong with me. Iâm so unlovable...â his hands grab your face and focus your attention on him. âYour decisions and mistakes donât define you, amor. The point is that youâre safe, and youâre here with me right now.â Thumbs brush over your features and instead of that sad look that worried you earlier, heâs smiling.
âAnd none of that is true,â he bites his lip habitually. âBecause i love you. I love you more than you could ever even imagine.â Your mind wants you to believe itâs a lie, but you know Chris, and somehow this is real. âAnd this shit is killing me to even watch, if i didnât know any better Iâd already be up and kicking this dudes ass for ever touching you.â He laughs through his seriousness and you reciprocate. âYea, you and everyone else too,â you add on referring to previous reactions from the boys.
âYou think youâre not worth anything, but itâs not true. To me youâre everything. I see you and my world lights up, no matter what.â Itâs a confession, but itâs not asking for anything in return. He knows youâre hurt and wouldnât want to take advantage of it. Itâs what you need to hear, though. âThis will all pass. You never have to speak to that guy again, shit Iâll never give him the chance. Youâre stronger than you think, and youâre smart.â You sniffle up the last of your emotions and stare up at him.
âAnd after it all passes Iâm here,â he says. âAnd Iâll wait for you for as long as it takes.â You crash into his arms once again, every feeling at an all time high. âI love you too, Chris.â He lets out a breath of relief at that statement and hugs tighter. Your exhausted body droops in his grasp and he lets go, leaning up against the bed frame as you lay down with your head in his lap. âPlease stay-â you whisper and he rubs circles on your back.
âLeaving was never in my brain. Iâm here for as long as you need me.â You close your eyes and he reaches for something across the bed. Zabdiel must have left his ukulele for you, because the sudden soft noise of plucking strings radiates through the room. He strums up a slow tune and you recognize it from the first chord- your favorite.
He hums along quietly and you feel yourself dozing off. The pain eases and it feels like they mightâve all saved you from spiraling any further down. It didnât have to be instantly, or even completely, but you knew you were going to be fine. It wasnât for yourself any more either, now it was for them too. You werenât ready to give up on them yet, and youâre damn right they were not gonna give up on you any time soon.
#hey guys ily all#a lil dramatic but#if you EVER need someone to talk to pls hmu#and im no expert obvio#but if ur havin boy troubles and its scaring u PLEASE say something#im here for u guys
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