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nsfw alphabet - tommy miller | minors + ageless blogs dni! it's my 19th birthday today (6/2) and i wanted to share this quick little thing i did for tommy both as a study and a way to get my groove back lol
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A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex) Heâs sweet. Heâll just smother you in kisses, and for sure has accidentally started himself up again just from the amount of kisses he gives you. TBH heâs not the rush and clean-up guy, heâll prefer to lay down with you and just chill with the vibes. Like, fall asleep naked type of chill.Â
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs) He takes care of his hair, I just know it. He lives by âlook good, feel good,â and he knows his effort makes it look good. Extra bonus, he knows how good it feels when you run your fingers through his hair. On his partner, I feel like he loves hips. He just loves to hold and grab them. Whether theyâre full or have some dips, heâs grabbing onto them. Steering you with them, both in and out of the bedroom.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He absolutely refuses to cum before his partner does. Takes it seriously like itâs his lifeâs mission. You joked once saying he was edging himself when he did this, and he just chuckled it off, internally knowing it was partly true LOL! I think he prefers to cum inside of his partner, partly because of the intimacy of it all, partly because thereâs no mess.Â
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Methinks his dirty secret is that he kinda wants to fuck you in the woods post-outbreak LOL!!!! Of course, if he knew there were no infected in the area and nobody on patrol would catch you, yeah, I think heâd be down.Â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?) I feel like heâs moderately experiencedâ he hasnât slept with a crazy bunch of people, but he definitely had a mix of short and long-term girlfriends. (maybe a few one-night stands?) BUT when heâs with you it feels like heâs a sex god, just because of the dedication he has towards you and your body. Weâre talking hours of dedication to finding what scratches your itch.Â
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) I think it depends, same with his seriousness. If the sex is for pleasure and just having a good time, I think he likes doggy style. If itâs more a serious, loving, intimate manner, I think he likes anything where he can see your face and give you some kisses.Â
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He can be reaaaally sweet and loving and intimate, but oh my god he is such a tease. Pre-outbreak, heâs doing anything to get a smile on your face. Maybe the same post-outbreak? Just a bit more of the serious.Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Preoutbreak, I can see a shave a little more often, but majorly trimming. Postoutbreak, I can see a trim, maybe a little shave just to keep it from going crazy.Â
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Pre outbreak, he can be romantic, but heâs a lot more fun. Post outbreak? I think he just uses it as a time to pour all his love out, to remind you that youâre his one. Everyday is a risk when heâs out on patrol, and he uses it as a grounding tool to feel your warmth when heâs back.Â
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Very rare. I mean veeerrryy rare. Only if youâre apart for a while, or heâs really pent up or frustrated while youâre perioding or just not in the mood.Â
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Breeding. He loves his niece, and he loves the idea of being a dad-- almost as much as he loves the idea of you round, carrying his child. And I donât think heâd keep it a secret, I think he always tells you how much he loves the idea of starting a family.Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Bed, for both pre and post-outbreak. Pre-outbreak, I feel like heâd be a little adventurous and get you into the backseat of his truck as most. Post-outbreak, I think heâs a little (a lot) more cautious and prefers the confines of your house.Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) YOU! Quite literally everything about his partner. From the sway of your hips, the curve of your neck, your eyes, lips, nose, hands, thighs, voice, tone, words, EVERYTHING!Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs) I think he goes as far as his partner is comfortable, so anything that makes you feel uncomfortable is a no for him. Also, scorching-hot take apparently, but he would NOT share (especially with his brother tf.)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Heâs such a man so he loves to receive, right, we get that, but when he givesâŠ? Stars. Five stars, actually. Tens across the board. Gold metal. Top of the chart. And like I mentioned before, heâs practically studying your body and your reactions to see what to do correctly, so every time itâs like he gains more and more power.Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Depends? Depends. Pre-outbreak, heâs such a killer and prefers to pick up the pace and have fun while also mixing in slow and sensual nights. Post-outbreak, like I said, I think itâs majorly slow and sensual. But, maybe if heâs stressed or frustrated with the commune, or just needing a little quickie, then heâll pick up the pace.Â
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Like I said before, quickies are rare post-outbreak. Maybe pre-outbreak they were just as rare? A little more often in comparison, when he just canât get enough of you before he has to leave for work or something like that.Â
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) I think Iâve clarified what I think already, Tommy had to mature a lot post-outbreak. Not saying he wasnât already mature, he was a grown man, but his want to experiment is gone. Like before, maybe he was down for a quickie in the backseat of his truck. Now, with the infected, his number one priority is keeping you safe. He canât do that when heâs caught with his pants down, yâknow?Â
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Heâs a military man, heâs a carpenter, heâs got some stamina. He can go a while, depending on the night. Some nights after long days of working with Joel on framing a house, he just wants to rest. Other nights, you seem like one of those Super Mario 1-Up mushrooms because heâs sprung back to life (in more than one way).Â
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Heâs such an ass omgâ If you had any toys and he found them, heâd be so fussy and pouty saying that he can do even better than the toys do for you, and heâs right!Â
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Oh. My. God. If thereâs one thing that stayed, itâs how much he teases. Heâs so the type to be walking past you, pull you in for a kiss, and keep walking past while youâre itching for more. Once heâs got you in bed, heâs even worse me thinks. And when he sees you weak in the knees, holding onto him, he just calls it his âsouthern charm.â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He groooaaannnssss. I just know it. Source: trust me and my delusions. I feel like certain moves or flicks of tongues could drive a whimper out of him-- which he will sternly deny ever happened.Â
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He got painfully hard when he taught you how to shoot his guns. He took you out to the range, set up his sniper rifle, taught you the proper position, and just the sight of you made him stiffer than a board.Â
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes) Call me Goldilocks because I canât canât explain it other than just right. His size isnât too big, nor too wide, but I know he can steer that ship. My source? Trust me.Â
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He could go on a while without any, he is a military man, after all⊠but why would he? LOL! But yeah, he canât go long without it before whining but could go on a while longer without it before becoming SpongeBob thirsty.Â
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Preoutbreak, heâll stay awake just as long as you do. Heâs not a stranger to staying up later, just watching some TV, eating some food, bathing or showering, or just talking. Post Outbreak? My old man, heâs out like a light. Heâs tired, okay!
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Iâve seen a lot of dbf!joel and was wondering if youâd write a dbf!tommy as there arenât any and I absolutely adore your writing style x
RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU | T. Miller
dbf! Tommy Miller x fem!reader
A/N: THANK YOU I LOVE YOU AND THIS IDEA. I have been tinkering with this idea for a while because there are no dbf! fics for this man and he deserves it, letâs be real heâs a horn bag and a tease i just uh-đ© also I would love to do multiple of these or even a series, plz let me know what yâall think and send ideas.
Feel free to gander at my masterlist if you like x
Warnings: 18+ (minors go away), PnV, age gap (reader is 21) basically porn with little plot. This is NOT edited I very much rushed it no apologies.
You remembered the first night that you met Tommy, he was leaning against the bar with your Dad who beckoned you over. The dining hall was cramped which wasnât new on a Saturday night, you had mainly come because your dad mentioned a new member that he found on patrol. Usually you dreaded it, but when you saw him across the room you had a change of heart.
His black curls sat on his shoulders when he turned to face you, his lips curving up to give you a wide smileâ which you returned quickly. His smile suited him, making his honey brown eyes squint. âNice tâmeet you, mâTommy.â He spoke lowly, his Texan drawl catching you by surprise as he extended his hand out for you to shake.
You didnât expect the accent, at first. It made sense though, the more you thought about it he did seem like the cowboy type. You tried your best not to over think how his hands felt enveloping yours, how much bigger his hands were compared to yours.
But that night was a long time ago. When it was merely just a crush on an older man that was friends with your Dad, which developed the more and more you saw himâ which ended up being a lot.
Early in the morningâs were now filled with his presence, always standing with a mug full of coffee as he leaned against the kitchen island talking to your parents. The muscles under his button up sleeves flexed as he moved the mug up to meet his lips.
How was he actually so perfect? It wasnât fair.
But now your feelings had developed, becoming more filled with desire and need. You were a women now, with womanly needs that werenât being met with the boys your age. Itâs not their fault though, newly developed minds bodies that was being pumped with hormones made them awkward and wellâ quick.
Its not like there were any classes going around for this kind of stuff in Jackson, but you just knew that you needed more.
Maybe it was some undiagnosed daddy issues that had you interested in the younger Miller brother. You could just tell that Tommy knew what to do when it came to sex, after âaccidentallyâ overhearing him drunkenly spew his past life to your father as the two got into a bottle of whiskey, he seemed to be quite the man-whore back in the day. You imagined what heâd be like fucking you, whether heâd be gentle or if heâd pound into you relentlessly till you were screaming his name.
And he knew it too, the smug bastard.
It made the blood in his body rush to his cock seeing you look so flustered from something as simple as a âmorninâ darlinâ when heâd see you first thing in your kitchen. When youâd descend down the stairs in your tiny pyjamas, he had to force his gaze off of you when he realised he was staring. He imagined what the soft flesh of your ass would feel like in between his fingers.
Everything about this was wrong, SO WRONGâ but yet, neither of you could stop.
. . .
A cool breeze crept in through the ajar open that you sat beside in your living room, book in your lap. Taking the liberties of enjoying the large empty house on your own, which seemed to be happening more and more often lately. You had finished patrol only a few hours ago, thankfully it had been quiet and you were partnered with Eugene. The older man was well liked by you and your friends, mainly for his secret underground weed bunker.
Which is what led you to this point, leaning against your window as you blew out the smoke from your joint.
âShould you really be doinâ that nâhere?â Tommyâs voice ripped your attention from your book, he was leaning against the entrance. His denim coat was covered in a thin layer of sawdust, you remembered him mentioning building a new set of homes over breakfast yesterday. âWell, last I checked the smoke detectors donât work soââ
Your shoulders fell, a huff of air falling from Tommyâs nostrils in amusement. Dragging his palm along his hand he moved to sit beside you on the sofa, just enough space between you. It wasnât unusual for Tommy to come check on you when your parents were away, whether it was because he wanted to or because he was asked to by your parents was another thing.
You felt butterflies as you thought about the domesticity of your situation right now, the thought of being the first thing he saw every night after work. Being able to ask him how his day was while the two of you ate dinner together.
âLike you wouldnât believe.â Tommy sighed, rubbing his fingers through his sweat damp curls. Even after working all day in the heat he still looked fucken amazingâit wasnât fair. You extended out your arm, holding out the lit joint in front of him to take. An unspoken invitation, which he declined. Muttering something to you about working in the morning.
âCâmon itâs not like you have to worry about a drug test in the morning.â Tommyâs brows burrowed in confusion, before deciding to just take the joint from you. Your breathing hitched as his calloused fingers tangled in yours, taking ahold of the still lit joint in your fingers. âHow the hell you even know about that?â
âEugene was telling me about it today.â You smiled proudly, watching as his lips pursed around the hand rolled paper.
Everything about him just made you want him more, the way his dark curls sat on top of his broad shoulders as he leaned his head back. You wondered what they would feel like with your fingers brushing them back, would it really be so wrong for you to test the waters? You were an adult, and a mature one at that.
. . .
Maybe it was the weed that blurred Tommyâs judgement, the longer the two of you sat together engrossed in casual conversation. He couldnât keep his eyes off of your exposed thighs, the shorts doing very little to cover you. Giving him the perfect view to admire your soft supple skin.
Stretching his arm out Tommy let it fall down to the back of the chair, his hand now grazing the soft exposed skin on your arm. Goosebumps form on your skin, burning from his grazing fingers.
He loved how you shuddered from his touch, he could only imagine what how wet you were from just one touch. Tommy doubted that anyone your age could please you the way he would. He always noticed how they watched you, none of them new the first thing when it came to pleasing a woman.
âSo have you uh-been seein any boys around here?â
âNot at the moment, but I uhâ have an eye on someone at the moment.â Your sultry voice only made Tommyâs blood rush to his cock, you had no idea the affect you had on him. âOh really?â
âYeah heâs a little bit older than me, but I donât mind.â You teased, exhaling a breath of smoke that danced in the so between you both. A cheeky smirk plastered on your face, you knew exactly what you were doing. âThat right sweetheart?â
Without another second of teasing glances and lingering hands, cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands you pushed your lips together. A small whine left your mouth as he pressed back, with even more of a fever.
âTommyââ You whined against his kiss swollen lips, savouring how his tongue darted to dance with yours. It was everything that you thought it would be, the way soft lips kissed into you roughly it only got you hornier. His facial hair scratched the underside of your palm, his curls were soft as you dragged your hands to the back of his neck. The wetness pooling in your underwear was only growing.
âGod, this is wrong.â Tommy groaned in between kisses, he shouldnât be doing this, with one of his closest friends daughter. Friends were hard to come by these days, especially good ones like your dad. He took him in and gave him a purpose again in Jackson. Yet here he was, his tongue down his daughters throat.
âIf itâs so wrongâ then stop.â
This emitted a playful growl from Tommy as he moved to nip the soft skin of neck with his teeth. He was already to deep into this, no backing out now. âSâthat what you want sweetheart?â Tommy dared to ask, maybe you had changed your mind about the whole thing, but was pleasantly surprised when you shook your head, your lips never leaving his.
âAbsolutely not.â
Tommyâs strong hands lifted you up as he held you up around his middle, his fingers kneaded the doughy skin of your ass. Your legs instinctively wrapped wrapped around his waist as he lifted you off the sofa. It felt so surreal to you, Tommyâs hands felt exactly how you imagined them. All those years of working as a contractor meant his palms were rough and calloused, you needed this hands to explore all over your body.
Tommy made quick work of taking long strides to get to your bedroom as quickly as possible, the same bedroom that he would pass every morning to join your family for breakfast.
Never did he think heâd be on the other side of the door, regardless of the many times he thought about it. Fucking you relentlessly in your room, your faced pushed into your pillow while your parents were completely clueless downstairs.
You let out a shocked gasp as your back made contact with the bed, Tommy quickly climbed up on the bed to hover above you. His elbows propped by your head as he leaned down to pant his lips onto you again, all you could think about was his erection pocking against you thigh through his jeans. âTommy-â You whined as your hips bucked into him,
âNeed you Tommy.â
âDonât worry baby, âgonna take care of you.â Tommy trailed his fingers down till they dug themselves under the waistband of your underwear. Your skin felt like it was on fire, you needed him now. In one swift motion your pants were pulled off of you, Tommy let out a sharp breath of admiration.
You watch as he fumbles with his belt, before once again pulling off his jeans without hesitation. His cock springing to life before you, and fuck was he big.
âYâalright?â He looked back up at you with all seriousness, to which you nodded quickly.
âOh fuck!â You gasped out as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling him fill you up was almost overwhelming. You always imagined him having a huge dick, when he would sit with his legs wide open. Now it was actually happening you felt like he was going to tear you in two.
The blissful sting was quickly quickly replaced with pleasure as he slowly eased himself into you, his hips rolling into yours.
âThatâs it baby girl, takinâ me so well.â He muttered softly into your ear, his hot breath had the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His praises had your hips bucking against his, driving his cock into you deeper.
He already had you in a puddle of gasps and moans, your mouth failing you anytime that you tried to speak. Your stomach was in knots, feeling your orgasm beginning to approach you wrapped your arms around Tommyâs neck. Pushing his face down to meet your lips once again. His herbal soap mixed with the salty sweat forming on his back, all your senses were taken up by Tommy.
âSâfucken amazing baby.â He groaned against your lips, his own pace beginning to falter. Your head fell back as the pleasure grew more intense, feeling your stomach tightening as his pace quickened. âFuck Tommy, Iâm gonna come!â
âCome fâme darlin, thatâs it.â He whispered softly moving his lips to kiss along the soft skin of your neck, which was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shuddered as your orgasm rolled through you, feeling the jolt of electricity course through you as your vision went white.
âThatâs it baby, good girl.â
A animalistic groan erupted from deep inside Tommyâs throat, right before he was about to come he pulled out. His sweat-covered forehead fell to rest on your still heaving chest, the two of you merely laid silent for a moment. You couldnât form any thoughts besides the fact that Tommy just fucked youâin your bed!
After a few moments Tommy lifted himself off of you, the mattress dipping as he fell beside you. âYâalright? That wasnât too much fâyou?â
âAre you kidding me? It was amazing.â You exasperated as you rolled onto your side to face him, your flushed cheeks pinched into a smile. âYâknow Tommy, itâs just going to be me on my own in this house.â Your head tilted to fall onto his chest, a playful smirk plastered on your face as you waited for his reaction. âOh is that right?â Tommy feigned ignorance, a wide smile on his face. âMight need some company, sâthat what you mean?â
âThats exactly what I mean.â
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i better see the FILTHIEST âNEED TO GO REPENT NOWâ TOMMY X READER X JOEL FICS FOR KINKTOBER OR SO HELP ME.
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Made of ice
Jackson era! Joel Miller x F! Reader
Summary: One stormy night in the safety of Wyoming, it occurs to Joel that even though life has turned his heart into a slab of ice, there's a soft, melting spot buried deep inside... Only reserved for you.
Word count: 5.2k
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Tags/warnings: MDNI, NSFW, implied age gap, canon-typical violence, Joel Miller needs his own warning, protective! Joel, soft! Joel, angst, fluff, smut, finger sucking, fingering, pet names, praise kink, language, no use of y/n, soft dom! Joel, negative thoughts, dea*h wish, self-doubt, self-confidence issues, Joel is a sweetheart here (but he doesn't think he's worthy of peace), rain, lots of rain, lightning, stormy weather, kinda established relationship, let me know if a tag has gone unnoticed.
Author's note: This is my very first attempt at writing for Joel Miller. I've had the idea in my mind for a few weeks now and it's hard to resist when it comes to him (did I say Pedro Pascal?) So I hope the details are accurate and if you decide to read this one shot, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. If you want to be mutuals, I'll be more than glad <3
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Made of ice
You should've seen what you made of him.
The calm, slow beats in his chest are strikingly different from how he remembers them. In fact, he vaguely recalls the way those racing, dreadful patterns had carved themselves into his memory. With a rigid heart made of ice, it was nearly impossible to find the pulse in him, even at his most frightened, disappointed state.Â
Joel used to walk into the face of danger with a rifle clutched in his dying grip, a life to save and thousands to destroy, and in all those moments any sign of life was nonexistent in him. There used to be rage, hatred, regret, and frustration... Oh lots of frustration, running through the veins in his body. He used to walk, talk, and breathe. But he wasn't alive.
Now he doesn't find it in himself to call it miracle. But somewhere between the lines, you happened. You happened and fuelled the dying fire in the far corner of his heart. He used to keep it empty and dark, like a deserted house with no furniture, a perfect place for the noises in his head to become loud and maybe help him stand the never-ending days of what everyone called life.Â
You entered his life and now most of what he feels in these old veins is warmth, safety and attachment. Yes, he doesn't call it miracle, because his past doings are too  stained and unforgivable to deserve a miracle. To deserve you. The real miracle. The fathomable idea of what it feels to be alive.
Joel feels alive.
Some days, it feels like his wretched past is clawing its way back into his mind, calling those demons to end his days of peace with you. Some nights, he's restless... So terribly restless. What if you get injured on your next patrol? What if the Raiders attack you when you're out of the gates of Jackson? What if something bad happens to you the moment his eyes close? What if these damn what ifs come to life? This old mind tricks him into seeing pictures of what has never happened and probably never will. You always assure him that you'll be careful. He trusts you and your abilities, but he does not trust his fears. Because if life is too good, it scares him.Â
It scares Joel Miller, way more than it would if he was trapped in a dark room with all of his fears and demons creeping on the cold hard floor towards him. He'd rather spend every day fighting off the Clickers and Raiders and every nasty threat out there, instead of pacing around the room and waiting to see if your patrols end well or not.
So he has no choice but to either convince Tommy to pick him as your patrol partner every damn time you have to do it â which he makes sure is as limited as possible â or occasionally keep an eye on you from a distance and let his thoughts consume him at the same time. Just like what he's doing now.Â
His persistence in being close to you tends to earn him annoyed eye rolls and "She's more capable than that, Joel." comments from his brother... almost all the time. But he simply can't help it, and he thinks that you know it. Because you never complain nor haul him over the coals for his instincts and worries and the immense amount of care his rigid heart feels for you. He's silently thankful for that understanding.
You are safe here, he thinks. Even though he feels restless, his heartbeat has never been this calm. He sits and watches you on nights like this and there's only one thought ringing in his head. All the scolding is worth it. You're sprawled out peacefully on the bed. His bed. It must be straight out of a fucking impossible dream. You're here, in his atmosphere, in his menacing, guilty, dark presence... And you have chosen it knowingly. It's all he can ever ask for.Â
The dim moonlight is swimming in through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery shadow over your face. Your hair is falling all around you like you're knowingly doing it... Posing for an artist just to paint this delicate beauty on a canva.Â
Despite his bitter mood, a content smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tearing his gaze from you, he downs the remaining whiskey and silently places the empty glass on the table, deciding that he needs a short walk to free his troubled mind. One morning, Maria woke up and decided that Joel needs to stay behind and help Tommy in fixing the issues in the town's only library. So you should have another partner for your patrol days for god knows how long. He fucking hates being told what to do. He fought tooth and nail to prevent that, and if you weren't there to stop him, he would as well turn the mess hall into another ruin that needed to be fixed â which only meant more time away from you.Â
So it's going to take only two weeks, at worst. Only a terrible fortnight before things go back to normal. It's almost unbelievable how you have managed to awaken a sense of normalcy in him that he hasn't known in decades. Your absence is an instant threat to this normal life.
Maybe it's about time he gets used to it. He's not that weak. He shouldn't let his angers and worries run him. More importantly, he shouldn't ruin your much needed sleep with his usual problems right now. You've still got the weekend. He'll take a walk and be back here before you as much as stir in your deep slumber.
Oh. The damn library.
...
Jackson is eerily quiet in the middle of the night, enveloped by darkness and as isolated as it can be in this corner of the world. It's a stark contrast to how busy the whole community is during the daylight â bustling with happy greetings, careless jokes, movie days, small parties, and lots of work to do. It all asks for social interaction and he deeply hates it.
He hates when every passer-by's attention turns to you every time you step out in the open. He hates how prying eyes rove up and down your frame every time you walk into the bar. He hates how... He shakes his head, almost rolling his eyes at the loudness of these thoughts. Joel has to remind himself that he is the one you hold onto and introduce to everyone in every social gathering. The proud gleam in your eyes always placates him. There's no need to break a jaw in this town... Perhaps.
Lights flicker by the porches and the sound of his boots on the ground is the only sound that disturbs the silence. The sky is clouding over, distantly promising another stormy night in its gloomy wake. Occasional flashes of lightning light up the road and before Joel knows it, he's passing by the Tipsy Bison. It's 3 past midnight, no wonder why its doors are locked and closed. Either way he comes to a halt, letting the gears turn in his head as he opts for a very familiar path.
Your house. It's a short walk away from the bar.
Joel still recalls that day. How long has it been? Five, six, seven months? It feels like yesterday to him.
He'd had a terrible conversation with Tommy, not at all the way he'd planned it on his first day in Jackson. Things got heated up pretty quickly, leaving a bitter taste of rejection lingering on his tongue, the burn of the whiskey only worsening his mood.
"Just because life stopped for you, doesn't mean it has to stop for me..."
The words were ringing in his head as he stormed out of the bar. Shrugging his jacket on, all he wanted was to walk as far away from that area as possible. This affronted, begrudging, irrational sting was boiling in him and in that moment he was more than ready to leave the gates of Jackson even if it called for more danger. Life had really ended for him years ago, but to hear it from Tommy right after the hell he'd went through to find him... It really hurt.Â
The pain was resurfacing in rapid tides.
If his boots could dig deeper, get stuck in the snow and propel him into the cold biting blanket of the earth, he'd welcome it. If life had really ended for him, he had to make it make sense by ending himself as well. This... There was this distant melody echoing in the air and cutting through his troubles thoughts. The wind was harsh against his ears, and each step brought the melody closer.Â
It really could be the last song that played before his funeral. Â
Joel was surrounded by all the colors, and all he could see was white, eyes fixed on the ground. He didn't pay much attention as he bumped into someone. He barely lifted his head to apologize, and then his gaze settled on the crackling fire on the left side of the road.Â
Red and orange and yellow hues. It was a fresh contrast. His eyes were hurting from all the white snow.
He came to a halt, mindlessly waving at the person he'd bumped into. A dozen of kids had gathered around the burning logs in a barrel on the porch, rubbing their hands together and listening to the same melody he was entranced by. The same melody that he thought would be his burial hymn.
Joel's eyes followed their excited faces, wondering who they were looking at. He saw you mirroring their hopeful gleams first, and then he registered the guitar on your lap.Â
To make the matters worse, you had tilted your head, shooting him a funnily quizzical look. He might've looked weird back then. The town's newcomer, with a permanent scowl on his face, maybe plotting murder as well (considering that it was the main topic in all the words that already flew around about him).
He didn't answer, still dead in his tracks as if he was immobilized by some invisible force. So you shifted in your seat, silently offering him a spot among the children as if to say "You can come over and join us."
He had two choices in that moment, either a polite decline was on the table or a dismissive frown. He looked over his shoulder at the bar and finally opted for the third choice â or so his mind created another choice for him â and he nodded, joining in on your little gathering without as much as saying a word. He really wanted to hear that song.
He never asked whether you knew the words to that song, but that night when he lay in bed and his thoughts were far from the idea that he wanted to bury himself in the snow, he vaguely remembered the lyrics. And it hit him hard, like a punch to the gut.
Yeah, I don't want to hurt
There's so much in this worldÂ
To make me bleed
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Stay with me
You're all I see
He wanted to ignore how the words affected him in the middle of the night. It was the first night he could feel some semblance of peace, not sleeping with an eye open in case someone attacked them. Ellie was safe in another room. So he really considered that. He considered the possibility of staying. He was relatively new to the community... And so damn unaccustomed to the whole arrangement. He almost woke up the next morning and started packing before he remembered where he was.
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Those words stuck with him.
And his first encounter with you was a harbinger of different things to come.
One day of patrolling with you led to another, one night of inviting you for a drink led to another. One peaceful afternoon in the stable led to another. One gloomy evening in the clinic did not lead to another. He was way too protective of you to let that happen again.
He truly feels lucky. You could be anywhere else, better off if you picked anyone other than this grumpy, old man. And yet you still want him. You silly girl. You've melted his heart with your warmth.Â
But he's like a lake, deserted in the middle of a haunted forest and engulfed in coldness. Even though the center is warm and gooey, he keeps the surface frozen and rigid and menacing. Hard enough to keep his instincts sane and alarmed. Cold enough to let everyone know that you're his and he will not fucking share.Â
Lightning strikes again in the sky.
He lifts himself up and off your front stairs with a heavy grunt. An hour has passed since he left for a walk. The clouds have fully gathered in the sky and he thinks that he should be by your side now.
Joel really cares little for the details, always asking Tommy and Ellie to spare him the explanation and get straight to the point. But with you, it's hard to forget a couple of things. One night, a few weeks ago, you were pulling him past the threshold of your house. So adorably drunk and inviting. He was still a little pissed by how the rainstorm had ruined your nightly walk. Despite your complaints about sharing a kiss in the rain, he'd dragged you back to the nearest shelter possible, because he just didn't want to get fucking soaked. Joel didn't find it romantic at all. He was frowning, still pinning you against the wall for a begrudgingly needy kiss. You giggled into his mouth, playful fingers pocking at his chest. "Come on Joel. Let yourself enjoy it... All these neverending drops on the roof, the fresh earthy scent that comes after it... It's just really beautiful. One of the few things that kept me sane before I came here..."Â
He's not really against the idea. But the changing weather doesn't bode well with him. One day is sunny, and the next is rainy and it just goes to show how he has no power over the situation.
Hell. A part of Joel is really terrified of the changing weather. One day it was scorching hot, and the next his boots crunched against the white blankets of neverending snow, reprimanding him for his carelessness. Time would pass whether he wanted to or not. He is still terrified, wishing he could stretch the time he could spend with you. God knows he wants an eternity with you.Â
He has seen enough rain for a lifetime. He hasn't seen you enough. How could he enjoy getting soaked in tiny drops of water when all he wanted was to bury his face in the crook of your neck and stay there for a while â maybe forever and a little more?
But he has considered it since then. If there are a few things that keep you happy and rainy days have to be one of them, he'll give you that. He'll get used to that. There's no pattern with the rainfall in here, and the weather forecast is pretty much nonexistent. He has promised himself to tell you whenever it rains, even though he despises the idea of you catching a cold after minutes or hours of dancing in the cold, letting droplets of water wash over you without a care in this wretched world.Â
He also despises the idea of waking you up.
But he knows you'll like it. You careless, adorable girl. He lives to see that excited gleam in your eyes. Everytime you show it, this old heart pounds impatiently in his chest and it all feels like the first time it has happened.
He's back home in no time.Â
So, kicking his boots off as silently as possible, he trudges over and settles down by the edge of the bed, suppressing a low groan. His knees still ache from all the never-ending effort he's put in repairing the library over the past few days. Jesus, he just wants it to be done as soon as possible. It feels like he's losing so much time when he's away from you. Now that you're still pretty much asleep in the same position he last saw you, all Joel wants is to lie down by your side and melt in your warm embrace instead of having to fight with his thoughts and the world to not take away yet another precious piece of him. He can't afford to even think about losing you.
Each flash of lightning illuminates the contours of your beautiful face and he can't help himself when he lifts a hand and lets his knuckles gently stroke your cheek. Your lips are parted ever so slightly and you look so innocent in your unconscious dream. He almost backs down, part of him hoping that it rains throughout the day, just so he doesn't guilt trip himself for the pout on your face if you miss it. You need to rest.
As if you sense his hesitation, you stir in bed and lean into his touch. A low hum escapes you, and Joel is too weak to deny himself the softness it brings. His wounded knuckles are soon replaced with a calloused thumb and he wonders what's so interesting about these hands that never ceases to catch your attention.
One night at the bar, Joel had caught you actually staring at them and when he teased you a little about it, you just shrugged and grinned mischievously. "I mean... I just like them so much. Your hands are always warm, and... and that's all."
He shrugged it off that night. Ellie had also considered it a flex for him to have warm hands even in the coldest days of winter, but with you and the way you looked at him... It was different. He knew it was more than that.Â
And when the nights he shared with you went further than his sinful thoughts had planned, you showed him that it was more than that. It was more than the warmth you found there. If anything, your helpless whimpers were an indication of how capable and strong these hands were.
Heat blooms in his chest. It simply is endearing. The way you always seem to recognize his touch and send his head spiraling with the idea that you want him to do more. You've never been afraid of him. You've never pushed him away. You've never judged him for the horrible things he's done. Jesus, it should terrify him. Joel should've pushed you away at some point, because he knows you'd be better off without him, but how could he muster the strength to do so? Since that fateful moment on your porch, your presence keeps on inviting him for more. More than simply existing. And God, if you knew how he wants to do more than that every second of the day... Only if the world lets him breathe a little.
There's another bolt of lightning and raindrops finally begin to drum against the window pane.
Joel shakes his head to get rid of those worrisome ideas. Propping himself on one elbow, he leans over ever so slightly and lets his thumb trace its way to your chin, up to your jawline, and then back to the soft skin on your cheek. He draws circles over the blooming flush and then his thumb is traveling down to your lower lip. Your mouth parts just a little more, breathing even and content and if he gets a grip on himself, he may notice that there's a ghost of a smile in there as well.
"Baby..." He whispers softly, his gaze drifting all over your adorable face. You really are a piece of art, tangled in the sheets, in the safety of his house, and your innocent hums are doing something to him. Some obscene voice that silently pleads for more. More and more... Just to give you more.Â
You stir a little more.
He leans over and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, the sweet, fruity scent he's come to like a lot about you engulfing his senses. He watches every little movement with amusement. "My sweet baby... You want to see what's waitin' for you outside."
"Joel," you mumble sleepily, voice drowsy and laced with a hint of confusion as you rub your eyes and stretch your arms before looking around the dark room with a quizzical expression on your face. It doesn't take long for the realization to hit you and the familiar gleam in your gaze makes him smile. You stare a him, wide-eyed. "is it- again?"
He chuckles and gestures at the window. "Yes, a heavy one at that."
Again, there's that hum of delight as you follow his gaze. The pitter-patter of the rain cheers you up like a lollipop would do to a child. It's maddeningly adorable.
You should be running to the backyard by now, but instead you stare at him for a while. It's his turn to be confused. Your smile gets broader by each passing second as your delicate hands trace his face and run over the salt and pepper patches of his beard. When you playfully ruffle his hair, your eyes are still droopy and dreamy and so damn kissable that he just can't help himself.
His other hand fondles with a loose strand of hair beside you on the pillow before twirling it between his fingers. You bite your lower lip and lift your head just enough for a brief peck on the tip of his nose. He chuckles, letting his fingers draw a line over the column of your neck, down to your chest, and at last they disappear beneath the sheets, settling comfortably on the warm expanse of your belly.Â
Joel assumes that his presence is not too close to lock you in place, and yet not too loose to let you drift back into unconsciousness. You just have the perfect moment to escape. For goodness sake, rain is the one thing you choose over anything else. The thing you like a lot.
But you're still here, dazed eyes flickering all over his face and it just gives him a second thought. A new idea to test your patience. Seeing you still pinned under him and unmoving, was not really in his list when he decided to walk back home and wake you up. He chortles with amusement. If you want what he thinks you do, he could give you that... "Come on sweetheart, what's stoppin' you?"
His fingers drift lower, exploring the bare flesh of your thigh, right where his mouth was hours ago. Still as warm as he remembers, maybe a little bruised too. "It's all rainy outside. Ain't that what you wanted?"
"I know..." You mumble, an undertone of need sewn in your voice as you look down over the sheets that cover every movement of his hand. It's too dark for you to see anything anyway. He could easily toss the covers aside, but it's wickedly satisfying this way. "I'm- um, just feeling a little under the influence...and it's- uh, it's distracting."
His hand caresses its way to where he knows you need it the most, and you barely repress a shudder when his fingertips glide over your folds. But he barely feels you, a ghost of a touch hovering there as a smirk threatens to flicker at the corner of his mouth.
"Wonder if my hand's makin' a good influence or a bad one. What d'you say, baby?"
It pelts down steadily outside, but you don't seem to care the slightest about it. Neither does Joel. A low gasp emanates from you when his touch becomes proper, rubbing circles and spreading the slick over your clit as slow and unrushed as he physically can manage. You're still indecently wet after he'd brought you over the edge again and again before you dozed off... and the fact that some of his cum might be gathering in his hand is fueling his lewd thoughts.
You naughty girl.
"A very bad one, I see." He tuts, feeling your chest heaving up and down beneath him. It's easy to rile you up this way. Desperation is written in your expression... and he hasn't even started yet.
"She needs fixin', doesn't she?" Joel asks, bringing his movement to a sudden halt. You're too distracted by everything he does to form a coherent thought. He lifts an expectant brow, now actually waiting for an answer.
"Yes- yes Joel... need it so bad... so bad it hurts." You breathe, a helpless pout forming on your lips.
"I know baby. I know... Jus' lay down and let me take care of it, hm? How's that sound?" He demands again, but this time he doesn't give you a chance to respond as he pushes two fingers past your weeping hole, burying them knuckles deep within your warmth. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, eyelids heavy as you grasp his arm, squirming like a helpless, needy girl.
What a cruel man he is.
"Not off to a good start, angel. I know you can be more patient."
You nod quickly, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from wriggling and twisting on the bed. For a split second, Joel considers pulling out to nuzzle his face between your legs and let the heat consume him. A perfect place to brave the cold, restless seasons.Â
But his fingers aren't shy either. He starts with slow thrusts, effortlessly sliding in and out before picking up the pace. He makes you adjust to his rhythm, and when you let go and open up, the obscene moans and chocked out cries are all that fill the silence of the house. Jesus, he lives to hear them every day. He rewards you by curling his fingertips to hit that spot that makes you see stars.
You shudder particularly hard at that, more arousal pooling inside you and soaking his fingers. You're losing your grip with reality, and he can sende it as your legs begin to shake and your knee brushes over the denim of his jeans, but you still remember to abide by his "No squirming" rule.
You're so pliant and obedient in his hands that it does nothing but to spur Joel to give you more. And so he does.
"I like these sounds," He adds a third finger, tilting his head to whisper in your ear. "I dream about them all the time."
You whimper and tighten your hold around Joel's arm. When he feels that your orgasm is creeping impossibly close, his thumb joins and rubs rapid circles over your bundle of nerves and that's your undoing. You clench around him, walls tightening and squeezing his fingers deeper â if that's even possible â as waves of white-hot euphoria crash over your worn out body and take over your senses. Your back arches involuntarily into him. A sound between a groan and a curse escapes his throat.
"That's it. Atta girl... that's it, so fuckin' beautiful."
His touch is unrelenting as he talks you through it with a string of sweet nothings.Â
Only when you come down and rest back on the bed he slowly pulls out. You're panting heavily, face flushed and heated and so effortlessly seductive that Joel is sure no fucking artist could ever capture it in words of a poem or colors of a painting. Joel is the only one to witness this moment and it swells his chest with pride. He wants to drink it in, let it run through his veins like never-ending liquor.
He lifts his hand, smirking as you gape at the way it's glistening under the dim light. You're in awe. He softly places the tips between your swollen lips and you waste no time in swirling your tongue around them, licking the slick off as if it's a delightful lollipop. And the hazy look on your face says that it's more than just a sweet treat.
His own breathing hitches when you open your mouth a little wider and take him fully in, sucking and humming and driving him absolutely crazy. He shakes his head slightly, catching the playful gleam in your gaze.
"Hm. Still a very bad influence."
When you're fully recovered and satisfied, Joel lifts you up in his arms and walks towards the backyard, chuckling at your confused expression. You give a squeal and wrap your hands around his neck to keep yourself steady, at the same time trying to gauge what his next plan would be. You really have forgotten about the rain, haven't you?
He comes to a halt, making sure the blanket he'd just picked off the bed is not leaving any part of your body uncovered. The rainstorm has eased off considerably over the past hour, but he doesn't want to risk it. Keeping you warm and safe in the cold is and will always be his top priority, no matter if his back or knees protest from how much they ache. Hell, he aches for you and that content smile on your face. Nothing beats it.
"My girl still wants to go out, hm?"
Your eyes flicker between him and the half-open door, filled with excitement and delight and a tiny flicker of doubt. "Yes Joel... but...you sure you want to join in?"
"I don't know," He feigns innocence, pretending to think for a short while before his face lights up with an idea. "Do I get a kiss for it?"
You laugh and lean up to press your lips into his in a soft, lingering kiss. It's so tender and reassuring that he has to pull back before changing his mind and taking you back to the bed.
"Then it's settled."
It has been settled for a long time.
Maybe he can get used to it. Maybe you get a better idea of what you've made of him with your presence at times when he easily complies with things that make you happy. A heart made of ice, molten enough to experience the world with you all over again. Even if he gets soaked in the rain, he's alright with it. You kiss him and all the discomfort is forgotten.
He should give it time and learn to breathe again. Learn to stay, to settle. To let you know that you're all he sees.
Yeah, I don't want to hurt
There's so much in this worldÂ
To make me bleed
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Stay with me
You're all I see
The words are carved in his head. He chances a glance at the living room before walking past the door. Your guitar is placed on the couch. Maybe one day he'll bring himself to play his melodies for you too. He think that he's got a lot of time for it now. He wants an eternity with you, and in this wretched world, eternity lasts as long as you'll have him.
One, two... Ten droplets fall over him. He kisses you again, harder and longer. His ice-cold heart melts just a little more at your careless laughter. Just stay with me.
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller one shot#the last of us#joel miller smut#tommy miller#ellie miller#pedro pascal characters#joel miller fluff#joel miller angst
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a kindness you can't afford (joel miller x f!reader) 18+
kofi | a/n this is a sequel to my fic 'to freeze or to thaw', it's mainly just a lot of filth cause that's all my brain can handle at the moment lmao. pls be sure to check the warnings before reading & i hope you enjoy đ also shoutout to the incredible @toxicanonymity whose joel/reader/tommy fics inspired me to get tommy involved here. would highly recommend her fics stuffing & sweet little mess for a similar vibe. summary: there are no limits to how or when joel plays with his special girl. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: dark!joel, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, big unspecified age gap (reader is of legal age), unprotected p in v sex, creampies, free use, somnophilia, cockwarming, squirting, light pussy slapping, size kink (joel's dick is huge), tummy bulge, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names (use of 'little one'), finger sucking, exhibitionism, mentions of pregnancy (but no risk), lil bit of tommy x reader teasing đ(if you don't like tommy x reader then you prob won't like this) word count: 4.1k
He's so kind.
You've never known kindness like this before; never known the soothing whispers and gentle praises, the calming touches, the satisfying taste of homemade soup on your tongue, the comfort of a roaring fire, made just for you. You've never known the warm embrace of a much older man, the strong arms and solid chest, greying hair and sharp scruff, soft belly and thick cock. You'd spent most of your life in a frightening QZ, the past few years in a cold and unforgiving forest, and now - the warm safety of a cabin.
Woken by the gentle caress of two fingers against your forehead, pushing your hair back gently, a kiss to your bare shoulder, the heat of his solid form behind you, and the press of his hot tip to your soft opening. He doesn't ask, but he doesn't need to.
He pushes inside and you hum sleepily, drifting in and out a little as he feeds you the rest of his cock in one slow movement. Your eyes flutter but you keep them closed, nuzzling against the fluff of your pillow as he pulls you in and presses his body to yours, the hair along his torso tickling the sensitive skin of your back as the throbbing tip of his cock kisses that special spot in your tummy. He's so big inside you, taking up so much space in your body that it's mind numbing.
"Go back to sleep," he murmurs, pulling more hair away from your face and trailing his fingers along your cheek soothingly. His big cock twitches inside you, but he doesn't move, stays still as he waits for you to drift back into unconsciousness.
And you do. But not for long.
You're woken what you're sure must only be a few moments later to the feeling of his cock throbbing within the furthest parts of you, pulsing thick spurts of cum deep inside your body as he holds you tight and groans raggedly in your ear. His fingers are suddenly working furiously against your clit, circling and rubbing and pressing and making you cry out sleepily into the dark cabin. With barely any awareness, you feel the hot coil in your lower belly snap - and you're gushing. You feel him tug his cock out of you at just the right moment, just as a steady stream of liquid makes it's way past your freshly fucked hole, and you squeal.
"Shhh, baby," he soothes, but you can hear the smile in his voice as he watches your juices stain the dark wooden floorboards, watches it drip down into the blankets and soak the cotton, "Shh, I know, I know."
You whimper and squeeze your fists together, releasing another stream of liquid as your eyes roll back. An unintelligible string of words slip past your lips, slurred and broken, almost like you're speaking another language. He pulls you in and hushes you again, presses a finger to your lips as you convulse beside him in the bed.
"That's enough now," he murmurs softly, kissing your cheek and still rubbing your clit, pushing for more, "That's enough, little one. Go back to sleep."
He says this to you as if you can even control your sounds, your movements, as if your pussy continuing to gush isn't a result of his own actions, but he already knows this. He enjoys it, likes watching you fight to regain proper consciousness again after you squirt, likes watching you try to stop it from happening. And god, does he love to make it happen.
"Can't, daddy," you mumble, voice thick with sleep and pleasure, brows furrowed as you open your eyes to look down and see where he's still circling, "Can't stop wh-when you rub it like that."
You feel him press a kiss to your ear, watch him pull his fingers back from your pussy and slap them down lightly, then again, then twice more in succession. Another small gush of liquid spurts from your hole after the fourth slap, and he chuckles.
"Sleep," he whispers, slowing his movements, "I'll stop now, promise."
So you do, and he does - not before slipping his wet fingers past your lips for you to gently suck as you drift. You vaguely hear him murmur Daddy's perfect girl before you're lost to the world again.
You dream of him, as you always do.
--
He learned very early on that you could squirt. It wasn't even something you were aware of yourself - how could you be? It's not like you'd had many sexual encounters before this, none of them ever worthwhile anyway, and you'd never had it happen to you on your own either. But it's somehow easy for Joel to make it happen, once he knows he can, so easy that now it's one of his favorite things to do when he plays with you.
The first time, you'd been more than surprised - and very confused. You'd been spread out naked between Joel's clothed legs, back against his chest while four of his thick fingers pumped deep inside of you, thumb tapping your clit. He'd crooked them, curved his fingertips in the slightest way - and suddenly there had been a gush of heat, a heavy stream of release. You'd thought you'd done something else, something that had your cheeks warming and embarrassment flooding through your body as you twitched and cried in his arms. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was an accident.
He'd hushed you softly, kissed your lips tenderly and explained to you what it actually was.
"You're such a good girl," he'd praised, carefully easing your head into his lap and threading his fingers through your hair, eyes peering down at where your legs lay open, pussy still dripping, "Such a good girl with the sweetest little pussy, baby. Squirtin' just for me, just for her daddy, huh?"
You'd closed your eyes and let him hold you, soothe you, relax you. I know, little one. Did such a good job. M'so prouda you. Then he'd unzipped his jeans and fed his heavy cock into your mouth, let you suck on his leaking tip quietly for a few moments before he came down your throat with a long sigh, still stroking your hair. After you'd swallowed every drop, opened your mouth wide and showed him your clean tongue, he'd bundled you up and disappeared from the tent to make you dinner, off to fulfill that never-ending kindness and care he'd promised from the beginning. It had only been about a week since that first night where he'd first come into your tent, and you were already settling into the role of his special girl and doing it quite happily.
He'd made you squirt again later that night, had you shaking in his arms and gushing around his cock and close to tears, not because you were afraid or in pain but because it just felt so good. A relief, a release, a moment of bliss, all because of him. Your pussy had pushed his cock out of you with the pressure of your release, and you'd fallen back against him, sleepy and sated.
"Daddy," you'd whined, overstimulated and exhausted as he'd slipped his dick back inside your dripping heat, "Daddy, m'gonna fall asleep."
"That's okay, baby," he'd whispered, fucking into you slow with no plans of stopping, cock bulging in your trembling belly, "You can go to sleep."
You'd woken again a little later, warm in his arms, globs of cum drooling from your opening. You'd whimpered softly, reached down and touched where you were leaking, and - without even really thinking about it - gathered what he'd left there and pushed it back inside yourself before drifting back to sleep, safe against his chest.
--
The cabin you reside in is only temporary, though you wish you could stay longer. The group came across it in the early hours of yesterday morning, and you've spent most of that time naked in one of its four beds, sleepy and content among the warm sheets. It's been so long since you felt the comfort of a real bed, a soft mattress and thick blankets, and from the moment you passed the threshold Joel was adamant that you spend as much time in it as possible.
He's so kind.
He's been planning something with the others, an upcoming raid, a plan of attack, but you don't pay much attention to those things. When it all goes down, Joel has assured you that you won't be anywhere near the carnage, still safe and warm in the cabin until his return.
"Need you safe, little one," he'd told you softly last night, fingers scratching soothingly across your bare back, "Can't have anythin' happenin' to you." He'd kissed you tenderly, whiskers tickling your lips and making you giggle. "You'll stay here with Tommy, he'll take care o' you."
"Tommy?" you'd asked curiously, unsure which member of the group he was referring to.
"My number two." He'd brushed his nose against yours, touching his index finger to your bottom lip and tugging gently, "Don't worry, baby. I trust him."
"Okay, Daddy."
You can hear his muffled voice now through the door of your room, though you can't make out what he's saying. He's addressing the group, going over plans, but you're sleepy and have been in and out of consciousness for most of the afternoon, lost in the comfort of your warm bed. It's only when you hear someone say the girl, that your ears prick up, brows furrowing as soon as you realize they're talking about you.
Only seconds later there's a light tap on your door and you sit up in bed, gathering the sheets around yourself as it opens. You peer wide eyed at one of the other men of the group, standing there with a hand on his hip and his head tilted charmingly to the side. He's very handsome, dark haired and mustached and from what you've seen, always pretty well put together. You think this one is Tommy, the number two, but you're still not entirely sure.
"Your daddy needs you, sweetheart," he says calmly, though his eyes tell a different story - he looks at you hungrily, like they all do, gaze going glassy and dark. "He asked me to help you get dressed."
"Oh," you whisper, nodding slowly, "Okay." Knowing it's what Joel wants, you let the sheets drop, and now the man you think is Tommy can see that you're completely naked on the bed, exposed and soft. It's nothing new or alarming - Joel has not been discreet when it comes to your relationship, and you're no stranger to the men taking peeks at you, peering inside your tent when Joel's not there, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as you pretend to be asleep.
You watch as this man's eyes fall to your pussy, and you can't explain why it throbs beneath his gaze.
"He just wants you in a dress," he murmurs, leaning down and assessing the few garments folded near the bed that make up your incredibly simple wardrobe; two dresses, two shirts, one pair of jeans. He picks the warmer dress, the blue one with long sleeves, which you greatly appreciate; the cabin may be warm, but it's still the middle of winter.
He approaches the bed with a smile, unfolding the dress.
"Arms up, sweetheart," he says softly, and you obey. You wait for him to help guide your arms and head through but he doesn't, instead opting to stand there for a moment just looking at you. His eyes are glued to your breasts, smile still curving his lips as he reaches out and very gently strokes the side of one with his knuckle. You shiver.
"You're so pretty, honey," he murmurs, trailing his finger up and down slowly, just shy of your nipple, "You know that?"
You nod slowly, eyes hooded and arms still extended, "I- I think so."
His thumb finds your nipple and rubs it gently, bringing it to life under his fingertips. "Your daddy's been takin' real good care of ya, hasn't he?" he asks quietly, circling the hardening nub, "In a lotta ways."
You nod again, aware of a slow trickle of warmth beginning to pool between your legs, and unsure whether what's happening right now is something Joel would want. "Y-yeah."
"Heard him fuckin' you to sleep last night," he breathes, and the words send another throb to your pussy, "He was all up in your guts, wasn't he?" His hand suddenly moves from your breast to your bare tummy, and he palms the soft skin there delicately, "Right here?" You nod again and he smiles.
"You make the prettiest little sounds when you're gettin' fucked like that, babygirl."
His praises send tingles up and down your spine like Joel's do, as well as a blooming warmth to your cheeks. "Thank you," you whisper, unsure what else to say to such a statement.
"You're welcome, sweetheart." As he says it, the fingers on your stomach trail downward a little bit to rest on your mound. He strokes the skin there gently, thumb dipping low to brush against your outer lips. "Soft little pussy," he murmurs, smiling kindly at you again, "You like havin' this all filled up, honey?"
You nod again, still unsure the point of his questioning, of his touches, but also not really wanting him to stop. A quiet whimper slips past your lips when you feel the tip of his thumb lightly brush past your clit and prod very gently against your hole. There's no way he doesn't feel the sudden wetness there, the slow drip of stickiness and the warmth of your arousal, as well the faint remnants of Joel's cum still leaking from where he'd fucked you a few hours ago - he hums quietly, unsurprised.
"Yeah, you like bein' full," he breathes, that dark glint returning to his gaze as his thumb just barely pushes inside, "Y'like bein' used."
It's not a question, but you nod anyway.
He suddenly removes his hand from your pussy and finally helps you with your dress, pulling it down over your arms and shoulders and helping you stand on wobbly legs. With another kind smile, he brings his hand up and gently brushes your cheek.
"So pretty, babygirl" he repeats quietly, "Like a little angel, ain't ya?" He suddenly presses his thumb gently against your mouth, lightly prodding for entrance, and without much thought you allow him to slip it inside; it tastes like your arousal. Eyes sleepy and pussy throbbing, you suck on his thumb obediently, as if it's just second nature to do so.
"Christ," he mutters, watching your lips as you suckle around his thick thumb, "Now that's a good girl."
"Tommy!" Joel's voice from the other room suddenly shouts, and the man who you now know for sure to be Tommy - the man who Joel is planning on leaving you with during the raid - quickly pulls his thumb from your wet mouth.
"Come on, sweetheart," he says, smiling crookedly, "Let's go see what your daddy wants."
--
There are five other men in Joel's group, from what you've gathered, including Tommy. Four of whom currently stand in a half circle in the front room of the cabin, arms crossed, boots tapping, attention directed at Joel who sits in a dusty armchair in the corner of the room. They all turn to look at you when the bedroom door opens, and watch with those familiar glazed expressions as Tommy brings you to their leader.
Joel's serious expression grows soft when he sees you, a small smile gracing his lined face. He peers at you, crooks his fingers. Without needing to be asked, Tommy carefully hoists you up into Joel's lap. His thumbs linger for a moment on your waist, a small stroke so quick you're not sure Joel notices - you're not sure you want him to - and then he's pulling away to stand beside the chair, asserting the role of number two.
It only takes a few seconds for you to realize that Joel's cock is out, hidden beneath the thick cotton of his jacket, out of sight. With no hesitation you wrap your arms around his neck and open your legs, laying your face against his shoulder and sighing contentedly when you feel his tip notch at your wet entrance. Not fully hard yet, he pushes inside carefully, subtly, and you ease yourself down just as quietly to sheathe him inside of you. You close your eyes and nuzzle into the warmth of his coat, already feeling the soft weight of him begin to stiffen.
You've done this before. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed, in over his head, needing to be grounded, he likes to have you sit on it. The first time it happened you weren't sure how to feel, self conscious with the other members of the group staring and knowing that you were full of him, soft whimpers escaping your mouth with every small movement or jostle. It's okay, little one, Joel had whispered, barely audible, you just focus on me.
Now, it's second nature. You can feel their eyes on your back and you know they can tell what's happening beneath Joel's coat. But now you find that you don't really care.
He starts talking then, continues whatever it was he was discussing before you left the bedroom. It becomes white noise almost immediately, your eyelashes fluttering as you bury your face further into his shoulder and focus on the feeling of his thick cock growing large inside of you. You love the way it stretches you, pushes, begins to prod up and against your cervix. It pulses and twitches within your walls and you squeeze down on him tighter, mewling a little without really meaning to.
At your noise you suddenly hear a soft chuckle from directly beside the armchair. You open your eyes halfway, looking up sleepily at Tommy who's still standing to your left. He smiles at you like he did before, a twinkle in his eye, and then winks. He obviously knows what's going on - standing so close, there's no way he didn't see you settle onto Joel's cock.
You peer back at him, blinking your eyes slowly and tightening your arms around Joel's neck. He tilts his head, and you suddenly let a smile turn up the corners of your lips. Look Tommy, you almost want to whisper, he's all up in my guts, like you said. You're not sure why you feel so unbothered under Tommy's gaze, why you don't yearn for him to look away like the others and for him to pretend it's not happening. There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can't explain, that you don't want to explain.
You stay settled like that on Joel's cock for about fifteen minutes, letting the deep voices of the men around you fade into the background. You close your eyes again but you can still feel Tommy's eyes on you, watching, assessing. Every now and then Joel carefully adjusts you, driving himself a little deeper each time, sending tiny bursts of pleasure throughout your body as your pussy leaks around the intrusion. If Tommy were to lift you up again you know there'd be a dark spot at the front of your dress, a trail of slick on Joel's coat.
One particular adjustment moves the edge of the lining of Joel's coat between your folds, coming to rub against your clit, and without any warning you feel yourself start to come. Your soft cry interrupts the voices of the group, a hush of silence suddenly blanketing the room as you tighten around Joel's cock and gush around him, shaking in his embrace. His arms come up to hold you close, rubbing your back soothingly.
You look up at Tommy again and find that his eyes are hooded as he watches you, lips parted and brow furrowed with what can only be arousal as he watches you fall apart on another man's cock.
"Christ," you hear one of the men murmur, and you feel heat flush your cheeks and ears, the self consciousness returning in full swing as you come down from your orgasm, burying your face in Joel's coat once again.
"Not a fuckin' word, Perry" Joel states, voice firm.
The conversation continues like nothing happened, and you try to let the sudden embarrassment you feel dissipate as much as possible despite still being impaled on Joel's length. You nuzzle against the warmth of his neck, sighing and trying to get your breathing back to normal. Your cunt continues to spasm around him in small twitches, aftershocks, soft whimpers still falling from your lips unconsciously. It doesn't take long for the sounds and sensations to set him off, and there's another lull in the discussion as Joel tenses underneath you and starts to come.
"Oh for fuck's sake," you hear the same voice from before mutter, but his commentary is suddenly lost beneath a soft groan from Joel as his cock twitches inside you. It pulses warmly, thick bursts of cum painting your insides. You gasp softly and squeeze your thighs against his, letting him fill you up in slow and steady spurts, claiming you. Daddy's special girl.
There's a moment of silence, a deep sigh from Joel, and you wait with the rest of the group for him to speak.
"You wanna say that again?" he finally says, voice gruffer this time but stern and serious, as if he didn't just come inside you in front of a room full of his men, "Huh, Perry? You wanna fuckin' say that again?"
Another beat of silence. Then-
"I'm just sayin'," the man named Perry grumbles somewhere behind you, "Aren't you worried you're gonna get her pregnant? I mean, Jesus Christ, Joel, we don't need another fuckin' mouth to feed."
The words send a shockwave through your body, eyes widening.
"And where the fuck do you get off tellin' me what I can and can't do?" Joel asks angrily. His body has gone stiff beneath you but you think you've gone equally as stiff against him, Perry's words suddenly circling over and over again throughout your mind.
Pregnant? Could you be pregnant?
"I don't know if y'all remember," Joel says coldly, "but back in my day there was a little thing called a fuckin' vasectomy. Need me to explain it?"
"Oh, fuck off, Miller."
You suddenly find yourself peering upwards again at Tommy, eyes still wide as Joel and Perry start to have a go at each other. He looks at you once, brows scrunching together when he sees the sudden look of shock in your expression, the confusion, the fear.
"We've all been thinkin' it," Perry is saying, voice slightly shaky in his anger, "It's a valid fuckin' concern."
"Well now it ain't a concern at all," Tommy suddenly jumps in, hands clenching into fists at his sides, "She ain't gettin' pregnant, he's shootin' blanks."
His protectiveness sends another confusing feeling of warmth to that pit in your stomach. Your heart is pounding as you continue to peer up at him, eyes still wide, and he shoots you a soft look of reassurance before turning his attention back to Joel.
"Don't know why you had to have her in the fuckin' first place," Perry spits, "She's just some fuckin' girl. And now we gotta stand around and watch you fuck her all the time? It's fuckin' sick."
Joel stands suddenly, almost like he's forgotten you're sitting in his lap, jostling you to the side as his cock slips out of you. You take a step backwards, finding yourself bumping into Tommy's solid form as Joel zips up his jeans and tilts his head from side to side, bones cracking loudly in the tense room. You can finally see this Perry now, a much younger man with dark hair, standing a few feet away. He's thin, almost gaunt looking.
Joel could kill him so easily if he wanted to.
But he doesn't. Instead, he reaches down and takes your hand, pulls you away from the group and back toward the cabin bedroom. He mutters something under his breath to Tommy in passing, something you can't make out, and as he ushers you inside the room you hear the heavy shuffling of boots as the men are lead back out into the snow.
--
He explains to you what a vasectomy is.
You breathe a sigh of relief.
Wrapped up in warm bedsheets again, you close your eyes and nuzzle against his chest, letting his large form crowd and comfort you, his arms firm around your waist. You can feel his cum starting to drip from you under your dress, making a mess of your thighs.
"I don't like the way he talked to you, daddy," you whisper like it's a secret, voice hushed and muffled against his coat, "I didn't like it at all."
He sighs, pulls you in closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll take care of it, little one," he murmurs softly, a sense of finality in his quiet words, "Don't you worry your pretty little head."
He's so kind.
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Sweet Summer Peach
dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Word Count: 3.7K
Summary: when your dad's best friend Joel catches you with his younger brother Tommy, it sets off a spark of jealousy that can only be tamed by showing you how a real man treats a woman.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, big ol' girthy age gap (reader is between 18-21, Joel is in his 50s, Tommy is in his 40s), Tommy is a womanizer and Joel's just trying to save you from him while also getting a little of you for himself, innocence kink, first time/loss of virginity, fingering, dry humping, truck sex on a hot day in July, unprotected p in v sex (not stated whether reader is on birth control but we'll assume she is), creampie, come eating, praise and pet names (angel, darlin', baby from Joel; sugar, sweetheart from Tommy) definitely a daddy kink as you've known Joel your whole life and he's like a second father to you, once again your dad is clueless as to what's going on, reader is also Sarah's best friend but she is only mentioned not seen. Reader has hair that Joel can pull and wears a bikini and a sundress. No use of y/n.
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"Why don't you ditch that silly little wine cooler and let me give you a taste of somethin' else, sugar?" Tommy Miller's voice is sinful in your ear. "Somethin' a little stronger."
It's over a hundred degrees outside, with no comfort in the shade. The Millers are hosting their annual Fourth of July barbecue, and plenty of people are over, eating, drinking, chatting, swimming in the brand new pool. You've known Tommy and his older brother Joel for years, the latter your dad's best and oldest friend. You and Sarah, Joel's daughter, have been best friends as long as you can remember, being the same age and living just across the street from each other. Joel himself has always been like a second father to you, having watched you grow up. He took you and Sarah to ball games, to the zoo, on fishing expeditions, helped with homework, practically helped raise you. Sarah was his Baby, and you were his Angel.
Tommy, on the other hand, hasn't seen you in years. But he definitely likes the woman you've grown to be.
He's been making eyes at you all afternoon, not-so-subtle glances your way, obviously enticed by your new, revealing bikini. You're garnering a lot of attention from people today, just as you'd expected when you bought it. Your dad would sure have some comments to make on how underdressed you are, but he's not here, working until the evening, and you're taking advantage of your freedom.
Tommy awaits your answer, and with your drink gathering condensation in your hand, you tell him, "Okay," with a soft smile.
He takes your hand, fingers weaving around yours. "Let's dip into the house for a few minutes," he murmurs, eyes gleaming with mischief. Taking a quick look around you notice Joel's eyes on you, his gaze unreadable but you can sense he's on the verge of moving to stop you. But the sight of his glare only serves to stoke the fire of your excitement. It's highly likely he does not like watching Tommy lead you away to privacy.
"Where are you takin' me?" you ask, a giggle bubbling in your throat as you leave your drink behind. He's guiding you to the side entrance of the house, down the hall and to a small den. The blast of the AC hits you with sweet relief and you nearly sigh with satisfaction.
"Away from all the heat," he says, gently pushing you to the wall.
"Tommy," you giggle, half anxious, half excited.
His hands go immediately to your hips, his grip warm and firm as he pulls you close. A low, primal growl rumbles through his chest and he leans in, his nose brushing against your neck. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I got ya." His breath his hot against your skin, his teeth graze your throat, sending a shiver of want down your spine.
"You like that, sugar?" he whispers, his hands exploring your soft thighs, caressing upwards until they brush against the fabric of your bikini.
"More.." your voice comes out in a whimper.
Tommy's eyes gleam with pleasure at your desperate plea. "Greedy girl." His fingers find their way beneath your bikini bottom, gliding across your folds, grinning when you begin to grow even more wet under his touch. He teases without pushing inside, wanting to see you grow absolutely uninhibited with need. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he teases.
"Not.. used to bein' touched like this," you tell him, brow furrowed in concentration of desire.
"Mm. I can tell." His touch is gentle and insistent, seeking out the spots that make your knees buckle. "You only ever had your own fingers in ya? That it?" He drinks in your sounds of pleasure as you nod at his question. He traces over your clit, watching your hips jerk. "There ya go.." he coaxes, lips on your neck as he continues touching and teasing you. "You like that, huh? Like how I'm touchin' ya?" His fingers circle your clit until you feel yourself grow tighter and tighter, soon to unwind..
"Yes.. yes.. oh my god, oh my god," you moan, and when you open your eyes Joel is there, watching both of you. He looks pissed. You shriek as you meet his searing gaze.
"Get your fuckin' hands off her," he growls menacingly.
Your blood freezes and you're vaguely aware of Tommy's fingers slipping away as he moves from you. Then as you realize your state of dress you try to fix your disheveled bikini, a feeble attempt to cover yourself. "Joel.. I'm sorry," you whisper.
Joel's eyes stay locked on you, a possessive rage smoldering in his black depths. He steps towards you, his movements deliberate and calculated, like a predator stalking its prey. "Sorry?" he mocks. "What the fuck are you doin' in here with my little brother's hands all over ya?"
"I.. I wasn't thinking." It's the truth. For once you'd let your hormones think for you.
His expression hardens. "You weren't thinkin'? That's all you have to say?" His gaze flicks to Tommy, the simmering anger still present in his eyes. "You. Get out," he commands, his voice sharp and authoritative.
Tommy hesitates briefly, all former bravado gone in the presence of his older brother's ire, and leave you and Joel alone.
You feel ashamed, scared, still dizzy with desire if you're honest, the ache Tommy created in you still lingering. "Joel, I'm sorry.. you won't tell my dad, will you?"
Joel's gaze is intense. "You're damn right I won't. Your daddy would rip my brother limb from limb if he found out what just happened." He steps closer to you, his eyes roaming your body, taking in your scantily clad appearance. "But you and I, darlin', we need to clear some things up."
"Like what?" you ask in a small voice, expecting the worst.
"First: I don't want you alone with Tommy ever again. Am I understood?" His voice drops to a low growl. "Second: I'm not done with you, angel. You're comin' with me."
Despite knowing you're in trouble already, you're recalcitrant. "You can't tell me what to do! I'm not a child anymore!"
Joel's eyes flash with anger, and before you can react, his hand quickly clamps around your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "You're actin' like a child, darlin'. Now you can either come with me quietly, or you can put up a fight and I'll carry you outta here. Your choice."
For some reason the thought of him carrying you out sends a jolt straight to your center. But you relent. "Fine," you growl back. Joel hands you your sundress and you put it on, not caring to ask why he had it in his possession while you were in here with Tommy.
"Good girl," he mutters, leading you to his truck outside. He opens the door for you, the gentlemanly gesture a stark difference from his earlier demeanor. As you get in, Joel climbs into the driver's seat, his large frame filling the small space.
"Where are we goin'?" you ask as he starts up the engine and drives away with you.
He doesn't turn to look at you as he drives, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled and tense. "Somewhere we can talk, darlin'," he says gruffly. "Somewhere my meddlin' brother can't get his hands on ya."
You blush with shame as you think of what Joel saw you doing with Tommy, even though it was mostly innocent. "You don't see me as your little angel no more. do you?"
Joel's gaze flicks to you for a moment, his expression showing disappointment. "You stopped bein' an angel the moment you let my brother touch ya."
He pulls his pickup into a dirt parking lot, the location surrounded by trees and secluded from prying eyes.
"Better him than someone I don't know," you say lamely, looking around the deserted area.
"That's a low bar, angel," Joel mutters, voice thick with restraint. "You're not the only one who's noticed ya, darlin'. Hell, the whole damn town's been watchin' ya grow up."
"Tommy's the one who approached me. It wasn't my fault."
"Of course. He'd be blind not to want ya," he mutters darkly. "But you're not the first girl he's had his eye on, baby, and you ain't gonna be the last either."
It stings, but you try not to let it show. "I'm not tryna marry him, we were just havin' fun."
Joel scoffs, his eyes betraying his jealousy. "Fun, huh? Is that what you call it? You have no idea what my brother is like. He's no good for you. You're too young, too innocent, too damn pure."
"Evidently I'm no longer pure by your standards," you shoot back, arms crossed. "A girl can't enjoy herself without bein' a slut, right?"
His jaw clenches. "That's not what I meant. You're not just some toy for my brother to play with and toss aside. You don't know what he could do to you."
You remember Tommy's gentle, sure touch, the way his fingers glided over your most secret parts. "I got a sense of what he could do to me," you can't resist goading Joel. "And it felt so good.."
Joel looks like he's trying to swallow glass. "I bet he made you feel things you've never felt before, didn't he?"
"Almost.. not quite.." Blush fills your face.
"You mean he didn't make you come."
To have it put so bluntly makes you blush all over again. "No.. he didn't."
Joel wets his lips. "I bet it drove you crazy, havin' him touch you like that and not bein' able to finish.. must've driven you wild, huh?"
This is crazy. This conversation is crazy. This whole thing is crazy! It's like you're a kid again and Joel's trying to explain the birds and the bees because your own father doesn't want to.
"Yeah," you answer softly. "It's like an ache that won't go away."
His gaze darkens, drinking in the image of you all desperate, unable to get what you want. "And you're still achin', aren't ya, darlin'?" His voice is low, husky, intimate.
You feel small under his gaze, like a piece of meat being dangled before a hungry lion, like Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. "Yes," comes your whispered reply.
Joel leans close, his large hands reaching out to cup your face. "Tell me what you want, angel."
He's giving you a choice, unlike Tommy who did what he wanted to do. Joel is giving you a choice.. "Make this ache go away for me.. please.."
His desire burns fiercely as he hears the plea in your voice. "You sure that's what you want, baby? Because once you let me in, there ain't no goin' back." His hands slide down to caress your neck, his touch both possessive and gentle.
You whimper. Once you let me in.. You're a fool not to think he means anything else. "I'm sure," you whisper, keeping your gaze on his dark eyes.
It sounds like a dare, like a threat, as he says, "All right, darlin'. You asked for it," and grabs hold of your waist, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. You let out an involuntary gasp. His hands slide down from your waist to grab handfuls of your round ass, squeezing and kneading your cheeks firmly. "I've had a mind to do this for a long damn while," he growls. "You've been fillin' out lately, and those tight little shorts you wear 'round my house ain't doin' nothin' but teasin' my cock."
All your breath leaves you, the way he's grabbing you sends waves of heat and longing throughout your body.
His eyes burn as he feels your reaction to his touch. "You like that, baby?" he continues to grab and squeeze. "I've had to look at those tight little shorts of yours every time you come over.. always showin' off that perfect peach. Even now, this lil' sundress ain't barely coverin' anything." He kneads your cheeks again, giving them a light slap each.
You gasp at the sweet little stings, and each insistent knead of his hands on your ass pushes you forward onto his hard-on that tents his jeans. "That's it, angel. Ride my lap, just like that," he grunts. Your palms are planted on his shoulders, fingers gripping tightly as you grind yourself against him. Your heart is liable to shoot out of your chest but he feels so damn good, and so dangerous. "Like this?" you ask.
"Yeah, just like that, baby." Joel looks up at you, the mask of his authority slipping just a little as he watches you. "You feel that? That's what this pretty lil' ass does to me." Another quick little slap on your butt.
"Mm hmm," you reply, too caught up in the feeling to give a proper reply. "Oh my, I'm makin' such a mess on you," you whisper, noticing the wet spot on his jeans where you've been grinding on him without a care.
"Don't worry about me, darlin'. That's what I want." His voice is thick with desire and need. "I want you all wet and messy for me."
Jesus, the man knows just what to say.. "Joel," you whine. "You said you'd make the ache go away but you only made it worse.."
He quirks a brow. "That so? Well then I better do somethin' about that." One hand snakes its way between your bodies, his fingers easily finding your pussy through the thin material of your bikini bottom. You bite your lip as a curse word leaves your mouth, your head tilted back as he finds you wet and wanting. His fingers glide easily through your folds. "You're soaked, angel." He presses a kiss against your neck, grazing his teeth upon your skin as his fingers finally enter you, pressing into your sweet, welcoming warmth.
Brows furrowed, you start moving against his touch, sighing darkly as you feel his gentle love bite. "It's all.. for you," you sigh.
"I know it is, darlin'. Always has been." As his fingers rock inside you his thumb rubs small circles against your clit.
You ride his fingers, your breath shaking, gasping at the sweet intrusion. "Joel.. don't stop.. don't stop, I'm gonna come!"
"Go on, angel," he gruffs out. "Come for me.."
He holds you tight as you come undone on his lap, your pussy walls contracting around his fingers. "That's it.. good girl.." he praises. He withdraws them gently, shiny and covered in your thick, stringy slick. In a haze of pleasure you watch as he brings them to his lips, licking them clean. "You taste even better than I dreamed."
"Let me taste," you whisper, grabbing him for a kiss and swirling your tongue against his, tasting the remnants of your fulfillment. Your heart leaps as he goes to unbuckle his belt, and your body pulsates with unbridled need that overshadows all other thoughts.
"I need to be inside ya, darlin'."
"Yes.. please," you beg shamelessly.
"Lift up, angel," he whispers, pulling his jeans and boxers down halfway as you give him room. His cock springs up from his nest of dark brown wiry curls: a perfect, slightly curving length, thick and veiny, reaching up past his belly button, his precum already dribbling from the tip. His balls are heavy and full, lifting slightly as he pulls on himself, getting him primed for you. "You ready for me, baby?" he asks, voice low and thick with desire.
"Yes," you nod eagerly.
With your bikini bottom pushed to the side, he puts you over him again and starts to press into you. A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he firmly holds your hips. You gasp at the surrealness of the moment, straddling him in the driver's seat of the truck he taught you how to drive in just a couple short years ago. You whimper his name as you take a little of him at a time.
He claims your lips in a deep kiss, tongue delving into your mouth as he slowly sinks deeper inside you. Just when you think it's impossible to fit all of him, his kiss eases the way and you sink further down. "God," you sigh.
"You're doin' so good, baby. You feel so damn good around me," he soothes, completely. He starts to lift you up, to go slow and steady as already you're dripping onto him, your juices flowing down his shaft and drenching his pubes. You spread your thighs wider, feeling every inch of him inside you, a pleasure and yet a small pain. "Let me feel you like this for a little bit," you tell him, sheathing him with care.
"Whatever you want, darlin'. It's all yours," he mutters, leaning his forehead against yours, trying to still his heart, trying to catch his god damn breath.
"All mine," you whisper back, your breath tickling his ear. "My first.." You kiss him again and let your tongue tease his.
"Damn right," he growls. "And I'm gonna make sure you remember it forever. You're gonna feel me for days.." With that he starts to move, slowly, generating the friction your unsatisfied body so craves. "Grind yourself on me, just like that," he whispers, pulling the front of your sundress down to reveal your bikini top, and peels that back to expose your breasts, your nipples like pert raspberries. He palms them roughly before tasting each one, swirling his tongue around one bud while pinching the other.
You squirm in his lap, moving up and down his shaft, coating him with your cream. "You're so fucking deep," you moan, cupping his head as he feasts on your tits.
"There ya go.. take all of me. Lemme fill ya up," he grunts. His body tenses under yours as you speed up, mesmerized as your tits bounce up and down right in front of him. "That's it.. ah, such a good girl for me. How much more ya want? How much can ya handle?"
"I want.. fuck!.. I want more," you moan. "Fuck me, Joel!"
At your command he thrusts up, deep and rough, pulling your hair back so he can watch your body, gleaming with sweat, pulsate with pleasure as he taps into your primal need. The truck windows are fogged up as the vehicle gently bounces with your movements. His long, thick fingers leave marks on your hips and your ass cheeks.
He pistons up into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the truck, along with his grunts and the heavenly crescendo of your sweet moans. He keeps up the rigorous pace and you're on the edge, about to topple over into bliss. "Come on, baby," he urges you. "Yeah, that's it.. come for me.."
Only a few more fierce, upward thrusts and you come, with him nestled in up to the hilt so that every inch of him can feel you quake with pleasure. Your pussy flutters and convulses around him as you rear your head back, basking in the sublime pleasure. Joel follows soon after, unable to resist as he comes deep inside you. You give a little gasp at the warm bursts of his release, unlocking something primal in you. "Give me every drop," you whisper.
"It's all yours, darlin'," he hisses, holding onto you as he pumps stream after stream of his thick white cum within you.
Your eyes meet as he finally stills, slumping back down in his seat, still holding you close so you can feel the thundering beat of one another's hearts. "God.. you filled me up," you say in amazement, feeling him drip out of you already though he hasn't made a move to disengage from you yet.
"Imma fill you up any damn time you want," he rumbles. "Even if I gotta sneak into your room at night. Your daddy ain't gonna know a thing."
You bite your lip, realizing he's not kidding, he's not giving promises he doesn't mean to keep. "He'd probably kill you if he knew what we just did."
Joel's eyes burn with a determination that scares you a little. "Well he ain't gonna ever know. I got ways of keepin' things quiet." He gazes at you and his eyes soften, as if he's looking upon the most beautiful and innocent thing in all the world. "I always knew I wanted ya, ever since you turned into such a sweet little treat."
His phone rings and he groans when he realizes it's your father. He puts a hand over your mouth even though you wouldn't dare let on that you're with him, and makes the conversation as quick as possible before hanging up. "We better go, darlin'. Your daddy's waitin', wonderin' where you are," he says casually, as if he hadn't just had a conversation with your dad while balls-deep inside you.
You lift yourself off him wincing a little at the soreness between your thighs. The remnants of Joel's sticky seed start to trickle down your leg. He runs his thumb along your inner thigh, gathering his cum and brings it to your lips. You suck the salty fluid off his thumb. "I'm not wasting any of it," you tell him, licking your lips as you swallow.
"God damn," he mutters hotly. "You're killin' me, angel," he says, helping you arrange your clothes so you're decent again.
"Not anymore.. you just turned this angel into a devil.."
"Hey pumpkin, where ya been?" your dad greets you as you get out of Joel's truck in his driveway. Walking is a little painful as you're still sore, but you try to act natural.
"Beer run," Joel answers for you, holding up a twelve-pack of Corona Extra.
"Joel took me on a ride," you can't help saying, "It was fun." His cum is still collecting in your swimsuit bottom. "Hey Daddy, Sarah asked me to spend the night with her, so I'll be here all night. Is that okay with you, Joel?" You suppress a smirk as you address both the men.
Joel's heart rate spikes and his imagination runs wild in the quick span of a moment before he says, "Of course it is. You're always welcome here."
And later, when the Fourth of July fireworks cast their multi-colored lights on the black horizon, no one notices as you and Joel sneak away together, the booms overhead concealing your noises of gratification.
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I'm mostly speechless just from how filthy that was. I've never enjoyed the whole cuckholding trope, but I think you just changed my mind on that. This was incredibly hot, well-written smut. The way Tommy takes charge and puts Joel in his place had me sweating.
But my favorite part has to be the very beginning when Joel's just chill, cuddling a little bit. How he gets all grumpy when she says no presents. Casually suggesting his girl and his brother get it on. It's so relaxed and I love that even after the world he's lived through, Joel doesn't feel the need to comodify his partner.
As always, SIl, it nearly killed me and I enjoyed every second of it.
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genre: smut, minors dni, no outbreak
word count: 2.7k
summary: joel knows you have a little thing for his younger brother so decides to indulge you for your birthday.
warnings: gonna state this very clearly: joel gets cucked by tommy and watches, everyone is consenting and it's discussed beforehand, piv, dirty talk, possessive!joel, daddy kink, size kink, established relationship between joel and reader, jealousy, some brotherly rivalry, facial, mild degradation kink, creampie
a/n: this work was commissioned through kofi by the lovely @losergurlsstuff, thank you so much for your support and thank you so much for this delicious idea, I had a blast! â€ïžâđ„
**gif made by the amazing @pedgito thank you so much dear!! dividers made my the talented @saradika-graphics đđđ
Everything has been amazing since you and Joel started dating. To you, he was perfect. The perfect man. The perfect partner. The perfect person. You are forever grateful to whatever god made your roads cross. You have no idea what youâd be doing without him. Youâve never felt so cared for in your entire life. What he doesnât say with words he shows with what he does and today is no exception.Â
âWhat do you want for your birthday?âÂ
You smile and shake your head, his head is laying right above your stomach, his one hand under your shirt, caressing the warm skin. âI have everything I need.âÂ
âJust tell me.âÂ
âI really donât want anything, Joel. Especially not from you.âÂ
His hand on your skin stills, looking up, you giggle at the way heâs frowning. Shocked.Â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âIt means, you dork,â you lean and brush your lips against his forehead. âThat you already give me everything. Being with you is enough.âÂ
Joelâs eyes narrow. A pleasurable shudder rolls through your spine, you adore it when he looks at you like that. It reminds you of all the times you pushed his buttons, resulting in a delightful time.Â
ïżœïżœïżœI have an idea what you might want.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that mister know-it-all?âÂ
âTommy.âÂ
âWâWhat?â Your heart sinks to your stomach, your palms suddenly cold and sweaty. His younger brotherâs name was the last thing you expected to hear. Joel spreads his fingers across your waist, gently, he squeezes.Â
âItâs aâright, sweetheart. Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot and well, I think it might be a good gift for your birthday.âÂ
âI donât understand.âÂ
You genuinely donât. Also, heâs been thinking about it? The inside of your stomach feels like lead. Itâs true that once upon a time you thought how it would be with Tommyâbut that was before Joel. And after you two started dating well. . . sure maybe your eyes did linger a bit, maybe you leaned a little too close when he whispered something in your ear during a party. . . You genuinely thought Joel wouldnât notice.Â
âI havenât asked him yet,â he says, thoughtful. âBut I was thinkinâ of indulginâ your curiosities.âÂ
Youâre still not quite sure what he means by that. Your guilt gnaws at the walls of your stomach. Joel gives you everything, yet you make him feel like he doesnât. Your eyes move away, falling to the corner of the wall. You canât bear to look at him. He deserves better.Â
âHey,â he says, hand cupping your jaw and pulling you back. âDonât cry.âÂ
âIâm not crying.âÂ
âYou look like youâre about to,â he cracks a small smile. âI donât mind, darlinâ. Itâs just a fantasy ainât it? I know that youâre mine.âÂ
âI am,â you say tearfully. âI am and always will be.âÂ
âAnd Iâm yours. I just want to spoil you as best as I can, sweetheart. And this seemed doable.âÂ
âWhy do you even think Tommy would agree to this?âÂ
âOh he will,â he says with a grin that makes your cheeks grow warm. âDonât you worry that pretty head of yours.âÂ
You nod but doubt still taints your expression. You donât doubt Joelâs words, but no one can deny that this might be a bit odd. Youâre not entirely sure Tommy will be on board. But you trust Joel, so you donât question it.Â
Despite all the doubt, and tension in your muscles, excitement slowly brews deep within you.Â
âJoel, Iâm not so sure about this.âÂ
His head turns harshly to face his brother. Thereâs no way heâs backing out now, not when they were only inches away from the fucking bedroom door.Â
Then again, he does understand. Heâs ainât stupid. But Joel had seen the way Tommy looked at you, the way his eyes would do a subtle sweep and linger on your ass whenever you walked out of a room. âI ainât gonna suddenly choke you out if thatâs what got your feathers ruffled.âÂ
Tommy shifts from one foot to the other. Joelâs not used to seeing his brother so deep in though. He fears that if he thinks a little harder he might break his brain. With a huff of breath escaping his lips, Joel throws a hand over Tommyâs shoulder and squeezes, drawing his attention.Â
âLook, Iâm gonna tell you the same thing I told her, if at any point you decide you donât wanna do this, just say so and weâll stop. No one is gonna get offended.âÂ
Tommy visibly relaxes at Joelâs words. He nods, lips a tight line. It reminds Joel when he taught him how to ride a bike when they were kids. He had the same expression.
âAâright then, now that thatâs settled, letâs not keep her waitinâ anymore.âÂ
Without warning he opens the door and pushes Tommy in. If it was any other situation Joel wouldâve laughed at the way Tommy tripped over his own feet. But his attention is immediately dragged to the bed youâre perched on. His mouth waters. He knew you were going to get dressed, well undressed in this situation, but he hadnât thought about what you would put on. Joelâs eyes briefly flicker to Tommy, he seems just as in shock. Itâs hard not to be with what youâre wearing.Â
The fabric is a luxurious, deep blue, reminiscent of the darkest hours when the stars come out to play. The material is silky and smooth against the skin, offering a touch of elegance and comfort. And he would know. Itâs his favorite damn set. Shimmering sparkles that adorn the fabric, mimic the stars scattered across the night sky. These sparkles catch the light of the scented candle youâve lit, creating a subtle and enchanting glow.
Joel gradually meets your gaze. As soon as he does he knows youâve done it on purpose. His lips quirk up, amusement growing in his eyes, youâd pay for this little stunt.Â
âWow,â Tommy exhales and takes a step forward. âYou look amazinâ sweetheart.âÂ
You seem a little out of breath already, itâs going to be fun to watch you crumble. Though Joel isnât quite sure how he feels about his brother being the one doing it.Â
âThanks,â you answer, unsure.Â
Thereâs a lingering tension in the air and Joel almost rolls his eyes at them both. Almost.Â
âAâright then,â he pushes Tommy until heâs at the edge of the bed and takes a seat on the chair he brought in this morning. âStop beinâ shy now. Tommy, youâre her gift, are you sure you want to be the person responsible for her havinâ a shit birthday?âÂ
Tommyâs chest raises, âN-No.âÂ
âThen what are you waitinâ for?âÂ
âJesus Joel, itâs not like I'm bringinâ her a new plant, give us a second.âÂ
Joel grins at the way he snaps and Tommy only shakes his head, turning to you and finally focusing on the right thing. You.Â
Tommy tenderly presses both palms on each side of your face, thumbs moving in circles. Your nipples are already hard, he can see them like little diamonds showing up through the fabric. His fingers twitch. Patience isnât something that he has, but heâll try. For you.Â
Your lips part with a soft gasp as Tommy finally brings you in, their lips brushing before full-on pressing against one another. Joel doesnât miss the way your chest heaves. Your hands fist his shirt and Tommy tilts his head in response, Joel hears your little moans, his own cock gradually hardening under his jeans.Â
Fuck, you look too good in that lingerie set. Itâs hard just to sit and watch.Â
âTake off his shirt,â Joel grunts, sounding more cross than he intended. You nod, but not without giving him a wary look first. When Tommyâs shirt hits the floor, the younger Miller roughly grabs your chin and turns your head so youâre facing Joel. His spine straightens.Â
âYou ainât the one givenâ orders,â Tommy says. âIf you want me to make her feel good, youâre goinâ to shut up and watch, understood?âÂ
Joelâs mouth goes dry but he nods anyway. His eyes narrow as Tommyâs smile grows, his hand slips between your legs and begins to stroke you through your panties. Joelâs breath hitches, his gaze landing where you grow wetter and wetter.Â
âWhoâs in charge baby, tell him.âÂ
Your hips grind down to his hand, âYou are.âÂ
âWell that wasnât much of a challenge,â he chuckles, eyes finding Joelâs again. âDonât you think youâre bad girl sayinâ that in front of your daddy?âÂ
Heat rushes to Joelâs cheeks, crimson spreading from his chest to his face. He wasnât expecting Tommy to know that. A tingle he hasnât felt before spreads from the base of his spine. His jealousy is starting to brew, but at the same time, it feels oddly nice to be helpless, even though he knows he isnât.Â
âAnswer my question,â Tommy commands, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âAre you a bad girl?âÂ
âYâYes.âÂ
Your eyes roll when Tommy presses your clit, drawing rough circles, he smiles. âTell your boyfriend whoâs your daddy now?âÂ
Joel holds his breath. Beads of sweat coating his back. âYou are,â he hears you say to Tommy. Thereâs a slight quiver to your bottom lip and every part of him wants to soothe you.Â
But instead, his brother does.Â
Tommy sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and kisses your deeply, his hands caressing the contour of your body.Â
âDonât worry,â Tommy says. âDaddy is goinâ to take care of you.âÂ
Youâre about to lose your mind. Your body is a flame and with each devastating snap of Tommyâs hips, your mouth drops open with a guttural moan. Youâve always assumed heâd be a gentle lover. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that Joelâs presence might be a solid reason why heâs tearing you and building you up over and over again.Â
He positioned you so youâre staring at nothing else but Joel, you see how hard he is under his pants, the outline of his cock visible and making you gush all over Tommyâs cock. You want him in your mouth so bad but you know this isnât that kind of game. Joelâs eyes follow the sway of your breasts, your bra ripped from you a while ago. You were completely naked except for your pantiesâJoelâs favorite and now Tommy is fucking you in it.Â
Tommy reaches forward and grabs your throat, pulling you up so more of your chest is exposed. His cock is bigger than you imagined, nearly big as Joel. He pounds into you mercilessly, his length stretching you every day, reminding you whose cock is tearing you apart.Â
ïżœïżœïżœDoes it turn you on that heâs watchinâ how wet youâre gettinâ my dick sweetheart?â With his question another fresh wave of slick drips out of you, tears build in your eyes, your insides left throbbing. His hips stutter, going balls deep, breath catching in his throat. âFuck. Joel, sheâs soakedâ does she ever get this wet for you?âÂ
ââCourse she does,â he grunts, crossing his arms. You canât tell if heâs upset or not, but the fact that Tommy doesn't have a broken nose already must be a good sign.Â
Tommy leans into your ear, loud enough for Joel to hear. âBet the old man canât fuck you as well as I do.âÂ
You donât answer. You canât. Both of them are so good at this, and your head is in shambles.Â
Tommy suddenly stops, and youâre a brink away from breaking down. A whine tears away from your lips. He releases your neck, you fall forward, only upright thanks to his hands holding your arms. âAnswer me.âÂ
âYouâre making me feel so good,â you say instead and thankfully, he doesnât try to gauge a different response. His cock pulses, making you believe that was all he wanted to hear. Joel observes the two of you carefully.Â
âSay it again baby, tell him how well daddyâs taking care of you.âÂ
âDaddyâs taking care of me,â you slur as his pace begins to pick up again. Each thrust makes you squeeze his cock like a vice. Liquid heat drops down your spine, your stomach clenching as he edges you closer and closer to your downfall. âJâJoel,â you call out without much thought and his dark gaze meets your own. âHe feels so good.âÂ
âOh fuckââ Tommy chokes and swiftly pulls out, prompting you to let out a disappointed whine. âShit, baby, Iâm gonnaâ fuckâ bring your face hereââÂ
The back of Tommyâs head falls against the headboard and you quickly hurry towards him, your glistening cunt now in perfect view. You hear Joel taking in a sharp exhale. You part your lips, dipping down to take Tommy into your mouth but he stops it, holding you by the nape. âIâm gonna ruin that pretty face of yours,â he groans, forcing you down so your cheek would be pressed right below his pelvis. He starts stroking himself, fucking into his fist, and the sight is so beautiful that you lick one of his balls into your mouth, his back arches.Â
Suddenly, he grips you even tighter and starts moaning loudly in harsh gasps, his hips thrusting uncontrollably against your face. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of you. You can feel him pulsing against your skin. You moan in response, feeling the rush of excitement as you open your mouth wider to take it all in.
âTommy, please,â you breathe out, your eyes locked with his as he releases a stream on your face, covering your cheeks and lips with his release. You can feel yourself growing even more aroused as he continues to stroke himself, coating your face with his warm come. You whimper, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a final raspy breath.
âFuck, baby,â he breathes out, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stares at you, your face damp and covered in his release. âYou look so beautiful like this.â
You can feel your cheeks heating up, the intimate moment causing your heart to race in your chest. Tommy reaches out, gently wiping some of the come off of your face with his thumb before bringing it to your lips, letting you taste yourself.
âFuck,â Tommy murmurs, his breaths coming out in short pants. He pulls you up to him, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce kiss. However, while youâre lost in his mouth, you donât realize the bed dipping with an added weight. You hear a clink of a belt and suddenly Joel is buried deep between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit. You gasp against Tommyâs mouth, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle.
âYou didnât make her come, idiot,â he groans, fucking himself into your deeper and deeper. Your eyes roll, your lips parting an inch away from Tommyâs face. Joel sinks his teeth into your neck, hips rutting into you without leaving you. His other hand playing with the elastic of your panties, you break down around him, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. âMine,â he growls, acting as if the two of you are alone. âMine, mine, mineââÂ
Joel spills into you with a deep and visceral groan. Thereâs so much, his cock twitching and pulsing as he forces himself even deeper, claiming you as his. Doing something Tommy isnât allowed to do. You shiver all over, your body weak with pleasure.Â
He trickles down the inside of your thighs as he pulls out, falling back to his knees. You collapse onto Tommyâs chest and youâre surprised when you feel his hand on your neck, rubbing soothingly over your warm skin.Â
Joel leaves a trail of kisses down your spine, âYou were amazinâ, honey.âÂ
âSuch a good girl,â Tommy murmurs, though both of their voices feel as if itâs coming from a distance. Your eyes flutter closed, exhaustion taking hold of you. âLetâs get her cleaned up and tuck her in.âÂ
Joel presses his mouth against you one last time before heading to the bathroom.Â
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What did daddy teach you?
Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader x Step-uncle!Tommy
Summary: Joel has decided you need to have practice with other men. Thankfully Tommy is more than happy to step up for the task.(this is part of a series but can be read alone)
Warnings: oh boy, step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence: dub-con, Perv!Joel, Perv!Tommy, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| oral sex (m receiving), face fuking, he forces you down for a bit too long, handjob, 1 slap, anal play, unprotected p in v sex (one right after the other), spanking, hair pulling, coming on face, creampie, degradation (slut, whore), praising, Tommy's mean and rough, and of course loads of daddy-kink.
This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.
a/n: I should be institutionalized
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3
Mom had gone away on some kind of business trip for this weekend, and normally, that wouldn't have been a reason for you to be particularly happy, but now, with everything that happened in the past month it meant only one thing: Joel could teach you all about making love for two full days.
You were so incredibly excited it was kind of funny.
You had done all your homework already so that nothing could distract you or take time away from your lessons, and immediately once you came home you had changed into the special clothes you only wore for Joel-this time he'd bought you a little tiny dress, not the usual skirt.
It was the kind of white that was basically transparent, especially being you couldn't wear anything underneath it, and it wasn't like it covered much anyway... as always at least an inch of your ass wasn't covered by the fabric, and the top of it was very much more low cut than what you were used to,
But that's the way daddy liked it, and as he was always reminding you, it was healthier for your skin anyway,
Just as you were sitting down on the couch, the doorbell rang.
"Hi babygirl"
"H-hi"
"Hi sugar" Tommy's smirk matched Joel's, the devil lurking behind those eyes- and your heart dropped at the sight.
What is he doing here?
Why is he here?
It was supposed to be just you and Joel- You didn't know he was gonna be here- you were- oh god-
you looked down at your clothes and immediately went to cover up, your arms doing a poor job of shielding your body from their ravenous gaze.
They were eating you with their eyes, and perhaps even enjoying seeing how panicked that made you.
"I-I'm sorry" you gulped, as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be coming Uncle Tommy"
Tommy's grin only widened, his eyes making little to no effort to avoid falling to your cleavage.
"is that the way to greet your uncle now?" he tsked
Joel chuckled beside him, but you were so mortified you didn't even hear him
"I-I'm sorry I just- I- I should c-change"
It seems Joel was gonna let his brother do all the talking
"why's that?" he frowned, taking a slow step towards you "you look real damn good sweets... ain't there no need to change"
"b-but" your eyes shifted to Joel only to find him already watching you
But only daddy can see me dressed like this
But it's against the rules
"c'mere sugar" was all Joel said
You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel relieved to be walking away from Tommy and his gaze
"W-what's going on daddy?" you whispered, although Tommy could very well still hear,
You were only a few steps away from him, but his focus was entirely on something else as you offered him a sneak peek of your ass
"I-I thought you'd be teaching me another lesson today"
his hand found your back, pushing you flat against him, and your hands went to his chest.
"daddy" you tried to warn him, but he was already kissing you, his lips soft and rough at the same time against yours.
You heard a soft chuckle coming from your left, and you swore you squeaked in surprise.
What is he doing?
Tommy can see us!
"daddy I-" You stole a glance at his brother and found him palming the front of his jeans "he can see us"
Finally, Joel decided to explain, not wasting an opportunity to laugh softly at your naivety first.
"Uncle Tommy's here for you sweetheart"
You could only frown, looking up at him again
"He's here to help you out"
What does that even mean?
daddy's already helping you
"with what? Y-You-"
He smirked, as his thumb traced your lips
"You see baby" he murmured, "You know me well now, you're used to me, to how I do... things" he explained "but a woman needs to be prepared to make love with men even if she doesn't know how it'll be" he said " when I said men like women with experience, I meant experience with different men too, with different mouths and fingers and cocks, you understand?"
You didn't think you did, not fully, but you still nodded.
"now I'm not saying that what you and I do ain't important, because it's real important for you sugar" his eyes were so honest and kind you were starting to forget all about the shock from moments ago "You still have a lot to learn, and I'm happy to help, but today... today Uncle Tommy was kind enough to agree to help me help you out"
You swallowed thickly, focusing on his strong hands on you and your beating heart
If Joel trusts Uncle Tommy, then I trust him too, you thought
"B-but you're still gonna be here right?"
The way he stroked your cheek said everything you needed to know, but he still spoke it into kind, gentle words, as if you'd made him happy by expressing your need for him to be there.
"of course, I'll be right there the whole time baby girl" he promised, softly caressing your back as he raised his chin to point at his brother "How 'bout you show Uncle Tommy how grateful you are he's helpin' you out now?"
You looked up at Joel, your eyes wide with excitement and nervousness while your hands gripped the shirt covering his chest
"I won't bite" Tommy's amused remark startled you.
He was right beside you now, and you hadn't even noticed him moving.
Some of his curly hair had fallen to his forehead, and his hands were in the front pockets of his jeans, patiently waiting for you to accept the offer, although judging by the big bulge in his crotch, it was taking all his self-restraint
Which it definitely was.
He'd wanted to fuck you since Joel first introduced you that 4th of July of what must have been a year ago.
And when his brother had told him of what he'd managed to convince you to do this past month... he didn't think he'd ever been more jealous in his entire life.
Which is why he decided that a few other words of encouragement wouldn't have hurt.
"c'mon sweetheart" he invited "give your favorite uncle some sugar"
And it would have been a lie to say you didn't want to,
Tommy really was your favorite uncle, and it's not like you were blind... he was one hell of a good-looking man.
So glancing at Joel one last time, you turned toward his brother and took a step until you were right in front of him.
He looked even more beautiful up close.
You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and he didn't even waste a quarter of a second that his mouth was already devouring yours and his hands were gripping your waist to get you flat against him.
Your eyes were still wide in surprise as he let out a low groan and infiltrated his tongue between your lips to taste all of you,
You let him, you let him explore you entirely before you finally recovered from the shock.
I mean you were used to this kind of hunger from Joel, but you expected Tommy to be a little... tamer.
Once you were back, you started reciprocating, whimpering into his mouth as you too, started to explore his.
"fuck, sugar" he groaned, grinning before he went back to kissing you, grabbing your ass as he did.
You squeaked, completely pliant in his hands as he grabbed at you and kissed you like you were his, like his brother wasn't right behind you, watching the whole scene.
And then you felt it- you felt Joel's hands replace his brother's on your waist, and then you felt his lips graze your neck, his soft breath fanning over your skin as his beard skimmed it, sending shivers all over you.
And then...
There was something so sinful about having two men, two brothers, kiss you at once,
but there was something spectacular about it too.
You moaned, like full-on moaned into Tommy's mouth, your knees buckling as your body turned to jelly.
Both men chuckled softly, their intoxicating mists all around you
"please" you whimpered as they pressed even closer to you, sandwiching you between their muscled bodies and the tents in their jeans.
"What was that?" Joel asked, kissing you right below your left ear as Tommy took care of the right side, making you squirm uncontrollably.
"Daddy-" you only whimpered
"I think she likes this" Tommy grinned, his smile one of a shark
"I think she does too" Joel agreed, both talking like you weren't there, "don't you, baby girl? Tell us how much you're enjoyin' this"
Tommy's hands had left your ass to find your tits now, while Joel's hands were busy stroking up and down your sides.
How could anyone ask for a girl's brain to work in this situation?
"I like it so much" you muttered, your voice a single thread of a whisper.
"yeah?" Tommy taunted "Where are you feeling how much you like it sugar?"
Heat rushed to your face, but Joel was quick to intervene at your pause.
"Don't be rude now sweetheart, answer Uncle Tommy's question" he said, continuing to leave hot kisses on your throat
"I feel it- Uhm- down... there" you whispered, your eyes falling to where your dress "covered" your heat.
"you mean, here in your lil' pussy?" Tommy spoke sultry as his hand found its way underneath your dress and cupped your cunt,
your bare, sopping cunt.
Tommy hissed as his digits connected with your slick folds
"mh-mh" you squeaked, both the men snickering again
"no panties, sugar?" Tommy growled, feeling himself harden with every passing second
"T-they're n-not allowed"
"'f course they aren't" he murmured, ghosting your mouth as he continued exploring your heat, thanking his brother in every language he knew inside his mind.
"poor baby" he cooed, faining pity "She's so wet"
"a-and tingly" you stuttered
"oh sugar" he cooed again "You want Uncle Tommy to take the tingles away?"
"y-yes- please"
but all of a sudden his hand was gone
"don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you later" he cooed, his wet fingers tracing your mouth "First you're gonna have to tell me a few things"
Before you had time to protest or question his words, Joel had already spoken
"let's get on the couch," he said, nodding behind him.
And in no time, the pair was sitting in front of you on the sofa, looking at you like both the front of their jeans weren't showing the perfect press of their hard-ons
"W-what do you want to know Uncle Tommy?"
The smile that split his face was almost feline.
He liked it when you called him that way too much.
"What did daddy teach you?" he asked without missing a beat.
"Oh" you whispered, feeling a wave of anxiety hit you
There was nothing wrong with what you did with daddy, you knew that- but it still felt so... personal.
"H-he's taught me a lot of things" you swallowed thickly, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your dress.
"like what sugar?"
Your gaze turned to Joel, who nodded, urging you to answer without having to breathe a word.
"I...uhm-" you bit your lip, trying to find the words while wondering where to even start "Daddy taught me h-how he can make me feel... good with his - uhm" you gulped, avoiding both the men's eyes "his f-fingers, a-and his mouth- and his... private part"
Tommy snorted like you'd just made a joke,
"His private part?" he mocked, his brows raising in defiance.
"I-" you stuttered looking at him
"we've talked about this sweetheart" Joel spoke now, giving you a pointed look
You had. He had spent a whole afternoon denying you the pleasure you were begging for until you were gonna spit out that word, and you certainly didn't want to go through that torture again.
"His c-cock"
It was such a crude word- you felt so out of place saying it.
Joel hummed in approval, while Tommy's smile spread.
"that's it?"
You gulped, shaking your head slowly.
"he-he's also preparing my other hole"
Tommy's growl was hungry.
"Daddy's trainin' your pretty asshole sweetie?"
"mh-mh" you could only nod
"that'll come real handy today" he grinned, only before you could voice your confusion, Joel had already spoken up
"Not today, she ain't ready"
Tommy'd disappointment lasted only so long
"take off your dress baby girl, show Tommy what he's gettin'"
"yes daddy" you nodded without hesitation, the command second nature at this point.
You got as far as starting to pull the top down when Tommy's voice interrupted
"slow sugar, I wanna enjoy it"
And so you did, you watched between them as you unhurriedly removed inch by inch of the dress from your body, only of course, they weren't looking back at you, their focus was on each piece of skin you uncovered, until your dress fell to the ground, and you were fully bare before them.
Tommy hadn't stopped touching the front of his jeans for one second.
"goddamn" he breathed, taking in every part of you "give me a lil' twirl, sweetie"
you did, and a little smile spread on your lips once you heard him let out a low whistle.
"bend over"
It was so weird having to obey someone else's commands other than Joel's, but you wanted to prove how good you were, so of course, you did: you placed your hands on the coffee table before you and lowered your torso until you could feel air hitting your core.
You couldn't see any of them, but you damn sure could feel their stare.
"look at that" Tommy purred "Such a pretty little pussy- so needy"
It was taking all of him not to stand up and taste you right now, and fuck but the urge only got stronger once Joel offered him an even better view.
"Spread your cheeks babygirl, let Uncle Tommy get a good look"
It took a bit of effort to support yourself without the help of your hands, but you were starting to feel desperate.
"fuck" Tommy growled "The pictures don't do her justice, man"
Your eyes widened at those words.
Joel had shown him the pictures!?
You stood up in a haze, turning around quickly.
"Y-you've seen the p-pictures? B-but-" your nerves were getting the better of your mouth "Daddy you said they were only for y-you-"
"I know what I said" Joel stopped you, his voice calm as ever "I only showed 'em to Tommy to show him your progress, to show him how good you've been this past few weeks" he explained, heat inevitably rising to your cheeks at the flattery "so that he could decide if he wanted to help you or not, get it babygirl?"
"O-oh- ok" you hummed, nodding shily.
Of course there was a reason.
"You looked real good in 'em baby" Tommy smiled "You should consider being a model"
You bit down a smile, embarrassed at his kindness
"Even the special kind" he smirked "I know I would pay good money to see all this" he said, gesturing roughly to your whole body.
Heat rushed to your cheek and neck as you bit your lip.
"Now" Tommy propped his elbows on his thighs "You've told me all about how daddy makes you feel good... but nothin' about how you make him feel good"
"O-Oh, I-" you stuttered, fiddling with your fingers behind your back
"My brother's taught you how to suck cock baby?"
"y-yes" you nodded "he did"
"good" he said, spreading his legs "whatcha waiting for then?"
"O-oh" you stuttered, giving Joel a quick look just to have him encourage you in the task, which is why you quickly moved to get down on your knees before your Uncle- well, step-uncle to be exact.
Your hands were the tiniest bit shaky as you started undoing his zipper, and when you looked up, saw Tommy's big hazel eyes looking down at you with such intensity and lust, you couldn't help but feel even more nervous,
Joel was right, you knew everything about him, about how he did all of this, but you didn't know absolutely anything about Tommy... about what you were going up against.
"she always this slow?" Tommy grumbled, looking over at his brother.
"'m doing my best, trust me, but she's a real slow learner" Joel sighed, joining his brother in his annoyance.
You were mumbling a soft "sorry", when with a grunt, Tommy had freed his cock.
You watched him wide-eyed, before panning over his dick- it was almost the same as Joel if it weren't that Joel's was a little girthier, and that he didn't have so much black curly hair at the base.
"what is it now, I need to feed it to ya too?"
He'd become so impatient... so mean and far from the kind man he was just five minutes ago.
"I'm sorry Uncle Tommy" you murmured, hurriedly starting to lick his tip, first the slit, then the whole head, until finally you took it in your mouth, gently massaging the start of his cock with your tongue.
Tommy only hummed, his hand going to the back of your head
"down" he ordered, so of course, you did.
You fed more of him into your mouth, tasting more and more of him, of his skin, the feel of his veins, of the subtle twitches he produced, until you were almost all the way, and an inevitable gag made its way out of your mouth.
But that was normal, it was very hard to get a cock all the way down your throat on the first try, daddy had taught you that, so you did what you knew worked, you started bobbing your head up and down... getting it all wet made it easier to go down your throat.
"faster, sugar"
You hollowed your cheeks, following orders and following the pace Tommy's hand forced on your head with his hand.
"that's it" he groaned "Now show me what daddy taught you, take it all down that pretty throat"
You wanted to tell him that you weren't quite ready yet, that his cock was a new one after all, but you had no time, he'd already forced you down, and you were already choking on his dick.
Tommy groaned, throwing his head back as his hips thrust up like there was any more space for him inside of you.
"Fuck" he breathed, looking down at you while talking to his brother "it's like she was made to suck cock"
"I know right?" Joel chuckled, admiring you too
"The trainin' really paid off"
"Don't I know it..." Joel grinned "Once a day- that's all it took"
"Once a day- fuck- lucky bastard"
And yes of course, in the meantime, you were coughing and choking and spitting on his cock, tears streaming down your face and staining your sight, so much you couldn't even make up what Tommy looked like anymore.
"you look so pretty like this baby" Tommy cooed, his hips still slowly rocking against you, worsening the situation almost as much as the hand that was keeping you down. "cryin' around your uncle's cock like a good girl" he groaned, talking to his brother again "don't she?"
"Looks almost as good as when she's cryin' around mine," Joel grinned as he freed his cock, taking your hand in his only to wrap it around it
"Can't forget about Daddy can ya?" Tommy chuckled, watching you absentmindedly starting to stroke him.
You were pretty sure you were about to faint at any moment now.
"Such an obedient girl" Tommy cooed, before abruptly releasing you "suck my balls now"
You were couching like a maniac, but he was already forcing your mouth close to his balls
"I-I've nev-"
"I didn't ask you to talk now, did I?"
You gulped, feeling the rest of some tears wet your cheeks as Joel guided your hand up and down his manhood
"N-no"
"What did I ask you to do?"
"t-to suck your balls"
"yeah?" he breathed "Then how come you ain't doing that yet?"
that's all the incentive you needed- you bent down and took one of his heavy balls into your mouth.
"Fuck- wasn't so hard, was it?" he groaned, feeling you lick and suck so very diligently.
He was saltier here, and it was kind of a weird feeling... daddy had never asked you to do this.
"Thatâs right look at me, baby," he groaned, "look at your uncle while you suck his balls- good girl"
Joel had stopped guiding you now, you were doing it all on your own.
"get back to my dick sugar, I wanna feel it down your throat again"
So you did, his hand going back to its previous position and keeping you down as you cried and gagged.
"'s good-fuck"
"babydoll-" joel's voice was stern.
You'd stopped stroking his cock, and you hand't even realized, you were too lost in the mess Tommy was making of you- so lost in fact you didn't even hear his reprimand.
Which is why the slap that Tommy gave your cheek took you even more by surprise, making you cry out.
"Daddy's cock ain't gonna stoke itself, honey"
You tried to blink the shield of tears covering your eyes, but it was all useless- you started stroking Joel again as Tommy taunted you.
"what, 's too hard to do two things at once for that lil' brain of yours?"
Joel laughed, his hips thrusting up to feel even better
"Shoulda seen her tryin' to do her homework with my cock in her pussy" Joel said, causing his brother to grin
"'s just what dick does to dumb lil' sluts" Tommy shook his head, admiring you still choking on his manhood "shuts their brain right off"
"Ain't that right..." Joel hummed knowingly.
They were talking like you weren't even there... although truth be told, you weren't actually able to comprehend most of it- your brain had turned into a fuzzy blob.
Tommy took decisions very quickly, youâd gathered that by now, but that didnât mean you werenât left dumbfounded all the same.
âAs much as I like your mouth- itâs time i feel that pussy around my cock babyâ
And just like that, heâd let you go- giving you a moment to slide his manhood out your mouth, and wipe the spit and tears off your face.
It was only a minute later, when you were done cleaning up, that you realized Joelâs cock was still in your hand.
âI-â you breathed, shy underneath the menâs gazes âDo you want my mouth too daddy?â
He smiled proudly at you
ââS alright- todayâs about Uncle Tommyâ
You nodded, slowly removing your hand and positioning it on your thighs, together with your right one.
You kneeled there, sitting on your heels, waiting for an order.
But you didn't need to wait long.
"You wanna fuck her here?"
Joel sounded as if he was talking about work
"Nah, wanna fuck her in her bed"
While Tommy sounded like he was talking about a hunt.
"you heard him doll" said Joel "lead the way"
It was such a strange feeling walking ahead of them, completely naked, completely wet, as you made your way to your room- and yet it was also thrilling.
Tommy was smirking as he looked around your room- it was exactly as he'd pictured it.
You were looking at him, at them, biting your lip nervously as Tommy rounded the space, while Joel decided to sit on the armchair in the corner next to the bed.
You were looking at Joel to try and grasp what you were supposed to be doing, what he wanted you to do, but he didn't let anything transpire.
Until finally, Tommy turned to you and walked right before you.
Your face was still damp when he grabbed it, squeezing your cheeks.
"You know what's gonna happen now sugar?"
"mh-mh" you nodded
He was gonna make love to you, you thought, but he was already wording it differently
"I'm gonna fuck you" he murmured, his mouth ghosting yours "and you're gonna be real good for me alright?"
"y-yes"
"yeah?" he taunted, his grip tightening
"Y-yes Uncle Tommy"
he let out a satisfied grunt as he let you go, leaving you to stand before him as he stripped of his clothes.
You felt your mouth water at the sight of him naked before you, and the feeling between your legs got much much worse.
his cock was throbbing against his stomach, still glistening from your mouth.
"ya like what you see honey?" he teased you, enjoying the blatant need in your eyes.
"I- yes" you murmured shily.
"bet you do- just can't wait to get stuffed can ya?" He smirked, watching the embarrassment creep up your face "Ain't nothin' wrong with it, 's normal for a lil' slut like you"
You gulped, watching him wide-eyed.
Daddy had called you that before, but it always confused you.
"s-slut?"
"well yeah baby" he cooed, his hands on your hips "you just took care of two cock at the same time, and now you're gonna get fucked back to back by the same two cocks" he shrugged, his lips right before yours "if that ain't what a slut does, I dunno what is"
"O-Oh"
"'s alright" he promised, his hands on your ass now "All that matters now 's that you got your daddy and me to take care of all your slutty needs"
You could only nod before he took a step back
"Now get on the bed" he spoke "face down, ass up"
You frowned then,
That's really not what you were used to doing, you liked eye contact, you liked kisses... you didn't want to be "face down, ass up"
"But Uncle Tommy- I- what if- I- want to look at you?"
he still seemed sweet as he looked at you, as he cooed "Oh baby", but then he'd grabbed your hair, pulling your head down, making you look at him.
"I see daddy hasn't taught you how it works yet" he growled "You're a slut, sweetheart- all you're good for is spreadin' your legs and followin' orders"
"You're not in charge here. If I tell you to get on all fours, you get on all fours- if I tell you to shut up and take it, you shut up and take it"
His grasp was strong, and your eyes were starting to water again, but all you could do was look at him as he spat those words at you.
"we clear?"
You nodded as much as you could given the situation
"say it"
"I-I got it"
He tugged at your hair as he growled in your face
"who's in charge?"
"You are"
And just like that, he'd let you go.
"face down, ass up" he repeated, and this time, you scurried towards the bed and complied.
You didn't dare look back, but you could feel Joel's stare right on your core, and hear Tommy's steps towards you.
"Jesus Christ"
Tommy had passed two of his digits through your folds, finding them completely soaked
"she always this fuckin' wet?" he asked his brother behind him
"You got no idea" he smirked "She leaves a stain on my pants every day she's so needy"
You'd be embarrassed by Joel's words if it weren't for Tommy's fingers plunging into you
"oh!" you moaned, your hands grabbing the sheets.
Finally
He was scissoring and curling his fingers, watching you convulse beneath him, pushing your ass back for more.
Your brain was already starting to get fuzzier when he pulled them out, forcing a whine out of your mouth.
Tommy only chuckled before popping his fingers into his mouth.
"she's sweet alright"
"yeah she is" Joel breathed, wishing he could be eating you out right then, but he'd promised his brother...
You were breathing ruggedly, peeking behind you in time to see your uncle smirk before grabbing his cock and sliding it between your folds.
You bit your lip to stifle a moan
"you want my cock baby?" he teased you, his tip gliding over your clit "You want my cock inside this sweet lil pussy?"
"y-yes" you whimpered
"beg for it"
You didn't need to be told twice, your pussy was fluttering by how much you needed it.
"please" you cried "please Uncle Tommy I- I need it"
"what do you need?"
"Your cock- I need it inside of me please"
And just then when you thought the torture was finally over, when he fisted the hair at the back of your head and positioned his cock at your entrance... he'd played you once again.
"'s alright baby, I got you" he murmured, sliding into you "there- it's inside now"
And he was- but only his tip.
Tears were in your eyes again. You were so fucking desperate.
"n-no please" you begged "more"
"more?" he mocked "this ain't enough? You want my whole cock?"
You tried to move your ass back to get more of him, but one of his hands was keeping you in place.
"Please!" you begged, holding back tears "I-I- please- need it"
A snicker rumbled behind you, and the hold on your hair tightened.
"what are you?"
You knew what you had to say, and you didn't even hesitate a second.
"I'm a slut"
A soft hum of satisfaction
"a lil' louder baby, let daddy hear too"
"I'm a slut daddy, I-I'm a slut"
Even if you couldn't see him, you could hear the smile on his face as Joel cooed "I know baby, I know you are"
But then it all stopped mattering, everything stopped existing because Tommy had thrust his cock into you, and all you could do was hide your face in the sheets as strangled mewls spilled from your lips.
"fuck- 's tight" Tommy groaned as he bottomed out, his dick easily sliding into you because of all the slickness, but stretching you out nonetheless
"told ya" Joel chirped in, making his brother grin before he referred to you again
"this enough for you, this what you wanted baby?"
"y-yes"
"yeah? 's good- now be a good slut and take everything I give you"
And that was all the warning he gave you, before he retracted his hips, and started fucking you like a man possessed.
The sound of his balls slapping against your skin, the squelch of your juices mixing with his, and your muffled cries together with his sick groans were the perfect picture of the most violent attempt at sex you'd ever seen.
He was splitting you open, and from this position, everything felt amplified ten times over, you could feel his cock even in your throat.
"oh my g-god" you were crying, actual tears and drool staining the sheets.
"I know baby, I know issa lot" he growled, one hand on your head and one on your hips "But this 's what you wanted- this is what a slut like you needs"
And then he was forcing your head even more down on the bed, somehow picking up the pace, and making you forget all about your name and what you were even thinking about.
"that's right, like that- take it" he grunted "Take it all in this tight fukin' pussy"
The slap on your ass came out of nowhere, and for some reason was followed by your moan, and your back arching, as if you were begging for more.
Your mind wasn't in control anymore, it was just your body, only your needs driving you.
Which is why when he did it again, and then again, and then again, until your ass was red and aching and your tears had formed a pool on the bed, your walls squeezed around him impossibly tight, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"Good little whore" he was grinning in the meantime "scream for your uncle baby- like that baby- now stay still-"
It didn't even come to mind to ask why, your brain was too murky, and his cock was still splitting you in half- the only thing you could do was gasp when his wet thumb probed at your asshole.
"Shhh" he shushed you, still forcing your head down "just take it"
And so you did, Daddy had trained you for this kind of stuff, so it wasn't that bad, it was just very unexpected
"she's fucking obedient when she wants huh?" he was talking to Joel again, who was palming his cock through his jeans.
"she's a real good girl when she's fucked out"
"yeah she is"
He was fingering your ass with his thumb as he fucked you, and your eyes were closed as you moaned like a madwoman into the thick air.
It felt so fucking good- it felt so fuckin-
"Oh god-"
he was going faster again, and his finger was deeper now in your ass and it felt so good now that it was... it was too much-
"T-tommy" you tried to speak, but your own moans interrupted you
"sush baby- or Imma have to tell daddy to put that mouth of yours to good use"
Fuck but that image made you tighten even more, and the chuckle leaving his lips meant he definitely noticed
"found yourself a real whore brother"
You were too overwhelmed by everything you were feeling, by your stomach squeezing as Tommy's cock hit that good spot inside you, by the foreign feeling of his thumb in your ass.
"d-daddy!" you cried, begging him for help.
Only Tommy had to come in and crush your hopes immediately.
"daddy ain't gonna help you sweetie" he cooed, your eyes on the back of your head "You just gotta take what I give you, and come on my cock like a good girl"
"can you do that f'me?" he spoke, "can you come around your favorite uncle's cock?"
And there was nothing you could do- it was inevitable
"yes" you whimpered
"I can feel it baby, c'mon " he urged, his thrust even deeper now "give it to me- give it to me like a good slut"
And just like that- your vision went white as a tsunami of sick, twisted pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you out of breath and barely awake as it died down, as you finally came back to earth to realize Tommy had been speaking you for some time.
"this pussy's beggin' me to come inside brother" Tommy was groaning, and you must have been out of it for a while because Joel was now next to his brother, standing on the side of the bed
"Tell daddy how much you want my come inside ya sweetie"
both men were looking at you with pure, glistening lust in their eyes
"I-inside" you finally whimpered
"not inside darlin'" Joel shook his head,
"b-but daddy- I- I wanna be full of him"
Tommy had a really hard time not coming right there after that.
"Yeah man, c'mon" Tommy grinned, his thumb now out of you and both his hands stroking your ass "you heard your babygirl- she wants it real bad"
Joel only needed to shoot him a glance to make him shut up
"Ass, face, or tits," he told him, and although Tommy rolled his eyes, he still chose
"y'know it's face"
Before you knew it you were kneeling on the floor and Tommy was jerking off right before you.
Your mouth was open, your tongue was out, but that didn't matter much... Uncle Tommy's aim wasn't very good.
He came with a loud groan, looking down at you and the masterpiece he was painting on your face the whole time.
"You look real fuckin' pretty like this" he grinned, his voice slightly out of breath as he grabbed your chin to inspect you better.
What he didn't expect was what you did next... Daddy had taught you manners after all.
He watched you as you started collecting his come with your index finger, and then he watched you pop it into your mouth, liking his spunk from it like it was the tastiest whipped cream.
You did it until your whole face was clean, and he couldn't stop fucking smirking.
"what do we say?" You heard Joel speak from beside you
"thank you, Uncle Tommy"
He couldn't help but reciprocate your smile "Anytime baby"
Joel didn't even wait a second before he was helping you up and onto the bed again.
You sat there as Tommy replaced his brother's spot on the armchair, while Joel took off his clothes-
Yes you were spent by all that Tommy had done to you, but you'd be lying if you said your hole didn't flutter around nothing every time you saw your step-dad naked.
"lay down babygirl"
You did, and not even a second later, Joel had pushed his cock inside of you, groaning lowly as he worked himself in to the hilt.
"daddy" you gasped, his dick stretching you out as always.
"I know darlin', I know" he cooed, remaining buried inside you as he pushed you up on the bed and then crawled on top of you "such good lil' girl, takin' it so well f'me sugar"
His words melted you as always, and then when he leaned down and crashed your lips in his... you became a doll at his mercy.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arm around his neck, keeping him impossibly close.
He smiled as he leaned away
"'m not going anywhere babydoll" he smirked, his soft mouth on the shell of your ear "not until you come for me" he murmured, sending a shiver down your spine "not until I've filled this pussy all the way up"
You moaned at his words, and he smiled as he started moving, slowly picking up his pace, until he too, just like his brother, was slamming into you at a brutal pace.
You were crying out, desperately grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, while he was kissing your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses wherever he could.
It was then your gaze somehow settled on Tommy, on your step-uncle, sitting in the corner before you, and on his insatiable eyes fixated on you.
He smirked when he caught you.
"daddy feels good baby?"
"y-yes" you moaned
"not better than me right?"
"shut up Tommy" Joel grumbled
You wanted to smile but Joel was pounding you so hard that a whine left your throat instead
"'s alright, daddy can take it, can't ya Joel?" Tommy chuckled "I can tell you miss me already baby" he cooed "miss my cock, my thumb in that pretty ass..."
Joel grunted as he picked up his pace, leaving you breathless and all but able to answer Tommy.
"Do you, doll?"
It was Joel murmuring now, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he bashed in the feeling of having taken all common sense out of you once again.
"n-no daddy" you promised "y-you feel- so-"
But you couldn't finish the sentence, another moan had interrupted you.
"what?" he taunted, both brothers grinning at your state.
"perfect" you mumbled, eyes closing and belly tightening "s-so perfect"
"that's right" Joel smirked proudly "eyes on me darlin'"
It took a lot of effort, but you managed.
"You gonna come babydoll?"
"yes" you cried "yes daddy- please"
"'s alright, come for me darlin'"
You didn't need to be told twice- you continued looking at him as pleasure took over your body, as fireworks went off and your legs trembled desperately.
You came calling for him, and once you came back to earth, his lips were on yours, drowning the whimpers his cock was still spilling from your mouth.
"You want daddy's come, sugar?"
"yes" you begged, biting your lip as his pace got more and more irregular "Please daddy- need it deep inside me"
"All of it?"
"all of it daddy- want it all- please" you cried "fill me up"
And so he did, your moans becoming one as he shot rope after rope of his come inside of you.
He kissed you again when he was done, still buried inside you to avoid it spilling out right away- but you were in another universe, your eyes were closed and your limbs powerless.
Joel smiled then, finally sliding out of you and standing up.
You wanted to curl yourself up in a sleeping position but his hands stopped you, forcing your legs open for him and his brother to admire his work.
Tommy could only groan a low "fuck" as he took his place beside Joel.
"ain't she pretty?"
"fuckin' beautiful" Tommy murmured, mesmerized by the sight before him.
There you were, laid before him, his step-niece, completely fucked out.
"we wore her out too much" Joel's brother shook his head, his fingers caressing your thighs "I was ready for round two"
Joel's lips stretched into a soft smirk
"give her ten minutes"
"she'll fall asleep in ten minutes"
Joel's smile only widened as he shook his head
"don't worry- she's good at takin' cock even in her sleep"
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5.7k words, Joel x f!reader x Tommy | sequel here! A/N: ONE SHOT. I had to get this out of my system after that one Uncle Tommy line I wrote in september lol. Shoutouts to: @bonezone44 for being an Uncle Tommy stan, @walkintotheriveranddisappear for running the center for dvp excellence, and everyone who's been supportive. đ€ Fic recs at the bottom. WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap, darkish miller bros, dubcon (coaxing/pressure, you aren't sure what Joel allows), use of "daddy," sharing, unsafe p in v (individually and together), oral, jacking off, creampies, cucking, MFM, DP (double vag), light degradation, praise, pet names, foot massage. AU where you don't overthink this fic. Youâre happy with Joel, but itâs not a healthy relationship with clear communication and boundaries. Joel carries reader. TW: incidental incest via MFM/DVP - If this isn't for you, please quietly move along.
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Joel squats down with one hand on the back of your chair. He admires your face then cups your cheek. âGotta do somethinâ, baby. Wonât be back tonight.â The casual announcement makes your heart race. He kisses you on the forehead, then stands up.Â
âWhat do you mean you wonât be back tonight?â
âItâs okay, baby. Uncle Tommyâs gonna stay with ya.â
Your face gets hot. Tommy tilts his head down and smiles at you from across the breakfast table. He raises his glass of juice in acknowledgement, but you donât look at him. You look squarely at Joel, caught off guard by his plans.
âDaddy,â you whine. âJust lemme come with you.âÂ
âAinât that kinda trip, darlinâ.âÂ
âWhy canât he do it?â
Tommy laughs silently and his voice goes up an octave. âWhatâsa matter, sweetheart? Donât wanna hang out?â He tilts his head and smiles, then his normal voice returns. âThatâs okay.â There's a glimmer in his eye.Â
Joel grabs his jacket and kisses you goodbye, then says, âDonât have too much fun without me,â and winks at Tommy. Then Joel's gone, just like that. Your tummy feels nervous as his truck starts, then drives away.Â
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It's Thanksgiving week. You have a lot to be thankful for. Joel loves you and takes good care of you. You have solar power and a nice farm with a secure perimeter. Tommy is visiting for the holiday. You met Tommy in passing long ago, but his girl at the time was with him, and that was before you were Joelâs. You were just the girl down the street. This week is the first time you've really spent time together.Â
Joel would kill any other man for touching you, but apparently he's different about Tommy. You're still figuring out how that works. Joel doesn't seem to mind what Tommy seesâor feelsâwhen the three of you are together. But what about when you're alone?Â
Does Joel know Tommy walked by the bedroom window and saw you undressing? Does he know Tommy came to apologize for that when you were fresh out of the shower, and saw you in a towel? Or that he looked you up and down, asked if Joel was treating you right, then gave a low whistle and adjusted himself before he left? Or that you touched yourself almost as soon as he closed the door?
*******
Last night, Joel put you in Tommy's lap in the armchair to give you a foot massage, and you tried not to react when Tommy got hard. âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered with his hands on your hips. He pulled you back against his hard bulge with a soft grunt and it gave you a shock of desire.Â
âIt's ok, darlin,â Joel echoed, kneeling at your feet. Joel placed your heel on his own hardening package as he worked on the ball of your foot.Â
Tommy's hand cupped your breast and you tensed.Â
Joel glanced up. âRelax, baby. It's just Uncle Tommy.âÂ
âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered again into your hair as his other hand crept up your thigh, higher and higher, until his thumb grazed your panties. Joel continued massaging you, unbothered, then switched to the other foot.Â
Tommy's thick fingers glided over your panties and you twitched as he felt the dampness. He lifted his hips with a soft grunt, then cleared his throat. âgonna take care of your girl tonight, Joel? She's drippinâ like a faucet.â Your cheeks burned, and Tommy ran his hand down your thigh.Â
Joel smiled with half his mouth as he glanced up. âmakinâ a mess already?â Joel shook his head. âClose your legs, darlin'.âÂ
Your stomach dropped and you stammered, âsorry, uh . . .â
But as soon as you closed your legs, Tommy lifted your dress up, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps. Joelâs face gave away nothing as he looked past you at Tommy. For a moment, you thought Tommy had gone too far. Then Joel hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and Tommy held you back against his chest as Joel slid them off. Joel spread your knees, and Tommy's, and knelt between them, closer.Â
With his armpits resting over your thighs, Joel looked at your cunt hungrily and spread you open with his thumbs. You tilted your hips for him, feeling yourself gush. âGood girl,â he murmured, then planted his right forearm on your lower belly. With his right fingers pointing down, he ran them through your dripping folds, then drew in a deep breath through his nose before bringing his mouth between your legs.Â
Joel lapped at your weeping hole and sucked your clit. He fingered you and made out with your cunt like it was just another night, like he was getting ready to fuck you. Meanwhile, Tommy lightly grinded into your ass, breathing warm and wet into your hair and holding you gently in his strong arms as Joel devoured your pussy. Tommy rocked you gently on his lap, rocking you into Joelâs mouth. Joel ate you out at the same rhythm. When you came, Tommyâs arousal pressed harder against you and he grabbed your breast. He cooed, âgood girl.â Â
Joel didn't seem to mind, and it felt really good, but you got self conscious after you finished. Tommy caressed your arm as Joel wiped his mouth off. âI'm sleepy, daddy,â you looked at him with big eyes.
Joel looked at you fondly, squeezed your thigh, and said, âI know, darlinâ. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight.â You turned around and kissed him on the cheek, then mumbled âgoodnightâ without meeting his eyes.Â
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Joel scooped you up in his arms. You went to bed with Joel and only Joel. As soon as he laid you down, you asked, âyou're not mad about Tommy touching me?â
âFelt good, didn't it?âÂ
You gave a small nod.Â
âNice havinâ four hands.â Joel raised his eyebrows and left it at that.Â
You eyed the protrusion in his jeans. âI'm cominâ, baby,â he reassured you as he unzipped them. He pulled his jeans and boxers down together and his massive erection sprang free. He prowled across the bed, settled between your legs, and you raised your knees, tilting your hips for him. âGood girl,â he whispered as he got himself into place.Â
âGod damn, even wetter now,â he muttered as he gathered your slick on his fingers and wiped it on his stiff cock. His tip prodded your dripping hole, then he pushed inside with a sigh, making you moan as he split you open. Joel bottomed out, and the sound that came out of his chest was somewhere between a grunt and a groan, âUungghh.â You whimpered in pleasure. Then, through the thin wall, you heard Tommy cum with a deep moan. Joel chuckled, then bowed his head and kissed you, pausing all the way inside.Â
Joel kissed you softly as he buried his length in you, and your lips broke away only to whimper, âDaddy.â
âYeah, baby doll,â he whispered into the pillow, right by your ear. âDaddyâs here.â You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you deep and slow. You imagined Tommy lying behind you, grinding against you, whispering âgood girl,â copping a feel as Joel fucked you. You moaned and whimpered under Joel as he brought you to the brink again. Then, as your wet little pussy fluttered around his cock, he groaned and bottomed out to fill you with his seed.Â
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Now itâs morning, Joel's gone, and you're left alone with his brother. His brother with the sweet smile, soft voice, and big dick that felt so hard against you. Don't have too much fun without me, Joel said. . . With a wink. Â Unsure what to do with that, you avoid Tommy for most of the day, and he doesn't make you hang out with him. He works in the yard and you catch a few glimpses. He gets hot and takes off his flannel, exposing his wifebeater and oversized belt buckle. As he dabs his forehead with his shirt, his bicep swells and the veins on his hand bulge.
Tommy comes in and takes a shower in the other bathroom. Thereâs a knock on your bedroom door, then it opens. Youâre not sure why you didnât lock it. Tommyâs wearing jeans, boxers, and nothing else. Your eyes linger on his strong chest. He leans with his hand against the door frame. âThink Joel would let me borrow a shirt? Wasnât planninâ to work up a sweat,â he chuckles.Â
Tommy crosses his muscular arms over his thick, bare chest as you get a white t-shirt out of Joel's dresser and toss it to him. Tommyâs jeans ride down as he lifts his arms and puts the shirt on in front of you. He catches you looking as his head comes through the hole, then he rakes his fingers through his curls. A subtle smile forms, his eyes twinkle, and he gives you a little nod before he walks away.Â
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Later, you're taking a bath. You sigh as you sink into the water. Then there's a click as the doorknob lock is effortlessly picked. The door opens and Tommy smiles at you with his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He closes the door behind him. The tub squeaks as you quickly pull up your knees to cover your breasts.Â
âMusta been touchinâ yourself, huh?â he chuckles as he approaches the tub. âDon't stop on my account.â He winks and his eyes fall on your legs. You scooch them closer together in case he can see through the bathwater.Â
Your chest feels warm. You look down and away.
Tommy takes a seat on the tiled floor in front of the garden tub. âCâmon sweetheart, don't be shy.â his arm moves out of view, unbuttoning his jeans. Your nipples harden. He tilts his head to peek from the side and smiles.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask softly and a low squeak echoes as you shift in the tub.Â
âWanna see ya do it. Go on, finish what ya started.â Â
âI wasn't.â
âThere's no shame in it, sweetheartâ
You swallow and look down.
He studies your face and repeats, âNothin' to be âshamed of. You know that. Right?â
âTell your brother that,â you whisper and instantly regret it. You pinch your eyes shut and add, âNo, don't. . .Please.â
âOh shit,â Tommy whispers. âYa canât, can ya?âÂ
You barely shake your head, eyes still closed.Â
Tommy chuckles. âControlling fucker, ain't he?âÂ
You look at Tommy and your eyes widen with some defiant glimmer of hope. âGod damn,â he whispers. âkeepinâ his girl from touchinâ herself.â He looks down and shakes his head in disapproval. Â
He smiles apologetically. âGuess Daddy knows best, huh?â He tugs his jeans off, and you watch unabashed. As his pants come off, his boxers ride down, exposing his short, dark pubic hair. You canât help but admire the way his thigh muscles swell out from his boxers. Â
He palms himself over the fabric and raises his eyebrows. âWanna see it, donât ya?â He smiles knowingly at you.Â
You donât answer. He shows you anyway, pulling the waistband down under his balls. He's neatly trimmed and his balls are big. He's engorged but not fully hard.Â
âDo me a favor and spit in my hand, sweetheart.â He holds it out in front of you. You look back and forth between his eyes, then his freckles. He's a handsome man. His hand stays there, waiting patiently. You gather saliva in your mouth, tilt your head forward, and let it drop into his palm.Â
âGood girl,â he murmurs.Â
He wraps his hand around his cock and You look into the bath water as his eyes devour your body. In the corner of your eye, you can see him at full mast. He breathes heavier, then moves positions. He sits with his right side against the tub, facing you. He strokes himself with his left hand and dips his right hand into the water. You flinch away then try to relax. The backs of Tommyâs fingers graze your calf under the water. You squeeze your thighs together.Â
âDon't get shy on me now, cupcake.â He reaches behind your calf and touches the back of your leg, near your ass. Your legs involuntarily part. He wouldn't do anything Joel wouldn't like. Would he? Somehow the tension of the situation is only making you want it more. His fingers creep between your legs and caress your inner thigh crease. He sucks in a chest full of air, then gets on his knees. He brings his left hand to your mouth again for lube.Â
âGood girl.â The squelch of his hand around his cock echoes with the new moisture. He searches your face as half his mouth breaks into a smile. He holds your inner thigh as he jacks off. Then he straightens your leg so he can see your body better. âGod damn,â he murmurs, and the sound of his voice is sharpened by the tile. He rubs your thigh, spits into his other hand, keeps tugging at his cock, then when he's close, he gets up and sits on the edge of the tub. Itâs impossible not to look at his stiff, angry cock, glistening with your combined saliva. You still have one knee bent above the waterâthe knee furthest from him.Â
He pumps himself and stands up to face you. âYou wanna know how I taste?â He asks.Â
You hesitantly shake your head no, unsure if it would be crossing a line. âOkay, sweetheart. Don't have to.â He aims his cock at the water over your lap, then closes his eyes and groans. âOhh, God. ohhhh,â it lands sharply in your ears as he erupts. Silky ropes of cum dance in the water, some of it wrapping around your thigh. When he's finished, he pulls his boxers back up, then his jeans, but doesn't zip them up. He sits on the edge of the tub again, leans over it, and kisses you on the forehead. Then he whispers in your ear, âI'll make dinner.âÂ
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You eat together at the kitchen table. There's a cornucopia centerpiece. The scant conversation is about winter and gardening, until he reaches under the table and squeezes your thigh. You want him so bad, you blurt out, âwhatâs happening?âÂ
He replies, âHuh?â with his hand still on your thigh.Â
You search Tommyâs face. âYou said it yourself, heâs controlling.â You shift in your chair and he takes his hand back. You continue, âWhy doesnât he care if you. . .âÂ
âAh,â Tommy smiles down at his plate. âWell. . .â He turns his chair to face you instead of the table. He sits back and manspreads, and his hands rest on his thighs. âIâm just another body to love ya with, sugar.â His eyes drift to the cornucopia. âAnd I sure am thankful for it.âÂ
His eyes return to you, and your heart flutters.Â
âHe can love on ya when he ainât here, even.â One of his hands slides up his own thigh to rest closer to his groin. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and nods, admiring you as he slowly exhales. His eyes are darker.Â
A desperate want is stirring in your belly. It seems too good to be true. You abruptly announce, âIâm tired. Iâm gonna go to bed.â
âOkay, cupcake. Câmere,â Tommy opens his arms.Â
You stand between his legs, bend forward, put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. As you pull your head back, his hands on your hips pull you into sitting on his thigh. He brings a hand to your cheek, and it melts you. âI wouldnât do nothinâ he wouldnât want,â he reassures you.
You nod.Â
âEnd up on the wrong side of the dirt,â he chuckles. When you donât laugh, he clarifies, âMe, not you. Heâd never hurt ya, cupcake.âÂ
Then he cradles your head with both hands, studying your eyes and lips. He wets his lips, and your lips part, watching him. Half his mouth twitches. Youâre warm all over. He leans in and looks at your mouth again, getting closer. When you can practically feel the heat of his lips on yours, you close the gap and feel a rush of need when your mouths come together. His lips are soft, and the kiss is tender. You pull away after two seconds.Â
âGoodnight,â you whisper.Â
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You lie in bed missing Joel, wishing he would come home. You feel more at ease with the two of them. Your mind drifts to Tommy. At this rate, you wish he would stay. Youâre almost asleep when the bedroom door creaks open.Â
âDaddy?â When you turn over, the moonlit silhouette is Tommy's. He's only wearing boxers and there's already a tent in them. He lifts the covers, and the mattress dips under his weight.Â
You ask, âWhat are you doing?â
â'Sâokay, cupcake, I told ya. Promise he wonât be mad.â
âHow do you know for sure?â
âYour daddy and I been sharinâ our toys for fifty years.â
Your stomach turns, but Tommy adds, âYou're the most special of all, ya know.â He scoots closer. âNever seen him in love before.âÂ
You feel your body warming and opening up for him.Â
âHe wants ya to get what ya need, baby,â Tommy whispers.Â
Your heart pounds.Â
âEven told me your secret word,â Tommy adds.Â
âHe did?â
âIf ya really want me to stop, all ya gotta say is Appleseed.â How would he know that unless Joel told him?Â
You turn away from Tommy and he doesn't waste any time before spooning you. His strong arm rests over you and his hand cups a breast. He kisses your neck, soft and wet. The thick, warm rod in his boxers grazes your lower back as he tongues your delicate skin. He kisses your neck with increasing passion, and he kneads your breast. Then his arousal fully presses against you through his boxers and your nightgown. Â
He curves his body around you and pulls you back into him. He sighs and his engorged cock twitches against your crack, giving you a surge of desire. He slides his hand into your nightgown from the top to palm your naked breast and sighs as he grinds against you. Â
âGod damn, sweetheart,â he whispers as your nipple hardens against his palm. He takes his hand out of your nightgown and cups your breast on top of it again, then his hand slowly slides down your sleepwear, feeling every inch of your torso before arriving at your bare thigh. He nudges his fingers under the hem of your nightgown and slides his hand up your thigh. When his hand reaches your pussy, your top leg lifts ever so slightly, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You're not wearing underwear.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers. Youâre aching to have him inside you. âDrippinâ for me ain't ya, baby?âÂ
He circles your clit, and you moan softly. There's a wet spot on his boxers pressing into you. âFuckâ he mutters and backs up his hips. âDamnit, Iâm drippinâ, too,â he chuckles. âTakinâ these off.âÂ
After taking his boxers off, Tommy hovers over you and youâre still on your side. Tommy's hand comes back to your breast, and you turn your face toward his. Your lips meet, and after two seconds, you donât pull away. His lips push yours open and you accept his tongue. You breathe through your nose as he licks into your mouth. Â
Tommy pulls back and reads your face, then gives you another soft kiss before settling in behind you, against you, curled around you again. His naked cock is smooth and warm against your ass. He grinds against you for a minute as he massages your breast and moans into your hair. Then his hand drifts down between your legs and he groans at how wet you are.Â
âI gotta be in ya, sugar.â Tommy backs up and wedges his rigid cock between your thighs, and it glides smoothly through your mess of arousal. His tip reaches your clit. Youâre throbbing needily. Your hips tilt on their own, offering him your hole.Â
âFuck,â Tommy says as his tip finds your entrance. âFuck. Thatâs right, baby.â he pushes his tip into you. You're dying for it, but you're still a little tense and it's making you even tighter.Â
âGod damn, you feel good. Can't imagine when he firstâ.â He pushes into you, trying to let your body relax and accommodate his girth. âOh shit, mmmâthat musta beenâFuck.â He pushes a little further. âRelax for me, baby.â He withdraws some then thrusts further into you. âRelax, sugar,â he whispers. âJust breathe.â You take a deep breath and relax. The last of him slides in and he bottoms out. âOhh, good girl. There we go.â He palms your breast and you melt into him. âWeâre right here, baby.âÂ
Heâs got you speared on his cock, spread apart by his girth. âGod damn. What a good girl.âÂ
With his cock fully sheathed, his thick fingers rub circles on your nipple. You moan, twitching around the new cock buried in the hot center of your body. âMmm,â he growls into your hair, still not moving. You need friction. He breathes deeply. âbreathe with me, baby.â You breathe with him and feel yourself relax more.Â
âPlease,â you whine, beginning to move your hips.Â
His voice is husky. âGod damn. Look at ya, sugar. Fuckinâ yourself on Uncle Tommyâs cock?â
âPlease,â you whimper again.Â
âWhat's your daddy gonna think?âÂ
Your walls twitch and your heart skips a beat. âYou saidââ
âYeah. . .He'll be fine, sweetheart..â Tommy begins to move his hips. âHeâd be proudâa ya, takinâ this cock like such a good girl.â
He begins to fuck you at a steady rhythm, breathing heavily and cursing softly. You begin to relax with his hand mapping the front of your body, and his stiff cock thrusting into you. He palms your tit again and your head tilts back against him. He kisses your neck, and your body opens for him even more. Your cunt swallows him up with every thrust.Â
âOhh, Joel's a lucky man,â he pants with his dick easily sliding into you, making you whole. âShit, I'm lucky, tooâuggh.â You push back on him as he fills you with his stiff cock.Â
He asks, âLittle harder?âÂ
âMm,â you nod.Â
He slams into you and you moan.Â
âYeah, that's our girl.âÂ
Soon, youâre lost in the pleasure of Tommyâs thick cock pounding you.Â
The front door unlocks and you freeze. Youâre both facing away from the bedroom door. ââSâokay,â Tommy reminds you. He slows his hips, then bottoms out and pauses. âCâmere,â he wraps his arms around you and with his cock still inside, he rolls over on his back, then sets you down on your other side, arms still wrapped around you, his cock only sliding out half way in the process.
As soon as youâre settled, he bottoms out again with a soft moan. Â You and Tommy are both facing the bedroom door now. The covers are down around your waist. The handle moves, then the door opens. The silhouette is Joel with his sleeves rolled up.Â
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As Joel approaches the bed, the moonlight hits him and his face is dark.Â
âSheâs so good, Joel,â Tommy pants, with you still full of his cock.
Joel comes to the bed and crouches down. âGod damn.â Joel gently takes your jaw in his hand and tilts his head. He studies your face, then his eyes land on yours affectionately. âCouldn't go one day, could ya?â He smiles with his eyes and relief washes over you. Â
âMâsorry daddy,â you sigh. âAre you mad?â
âNo, baby.â Tommy is fucking you slowly. âI ain't mad.â Joel slowly stands up and palms himself over his jeans as he watches your body move to the slow rhythm of Tommyâs thrusts.Â
âReally?â
âBaby, I keep ya stuffed so fullâa cock. . . can't blame ya for needinâ it.â
âYeah,â you whimper.Â
âThat's what Uncle Tommy's here for,â Tommy whispers.Â
âNow I get to see ya,â Joel says âAll of ya,â Joel gently pulls the covers all the way off. Then Joel tugs up at the hem of your nightgown and kneels down to take it off you.Â
You try to move forward, reaching for Joel, but Joel puts his hand on your bare chest and Tommy pulls you back, bottoming out again with a moan.Â
âWant yours,â you whimper.
âShhh. You're gonna get it.âÂ
You watch Joel take off all his clothes, and as he does it, he watches you moving at a slow rhythm. When Joelâs naked, he spits in his hand. He stands by the bed watching you get fucked by his brother, taking in the view as he squeezes his cock.Â
âDaddy, please,â you whine.Â
Joel sits down on the bed. Tommy scooches back to make more room and brings you back with him, still impaled on his cock. Joel lies down and faces you. He gets right up against you, and the first thing he does is kiss you. His hard cock lays against your clit and mound, throbbing for you. You moan into his mouth as Tommyâs cock drags slowly inside you from behind. Â
Joelâs arm wedges between your back and Tommyâs chest, grabbing hold of you. Joel nudges you upward. Tommy takes the hint and pulls out. You wrap your leg over Joelâs hip. His eyes scan your face, marveling at your feral want. Joelâs hand, still on your back, slides down your ass and hooks under it, between your legs, feeling your sopping wet cunt from the back. âGod damn, baby. This all you or did Uncle Tommy cum already?â
âNot yet,â Tommy answers.Â
Joelâs tip slides through your folds, then he pulls back and notches himself at your entrance. He moves his hand to your hip, and pushes into you with a sigh. You're so wet and aroused, he sinks all the way into you. âFuck,â Joel breathes. âoh, yeahâugghhâswallowed me right up, baby.â He marvels at how relaxed you are. With Joelâs arm out of the way, Tommyâs tummy returns flush against your back, with his hard, wet cock pressing against your ass cheek. He grabs your tit.Â
Joel buries his cock in you. âOh baby, you love this, donât ya?âÂ
You nod. âLove your cock, daddy.âÂ
âYouâre takinâ it so good, baby. Think youâre wet enough forâohh, darlinâ.â He grinds against you, deep inside you. âYou wanna ride this cock, baby?âÂ
You nod. Joel slides out of you and you whimper at the loss as he rolls onto his back. Joel lies face up and holds his cock for you. He whispers, âCâmere baby,â but you're already on your way.Â
You straddle him and sink right down on him with a whimpered, âdaddy,â then bend forward, putting your tits against Joelâs chest. Tommyâs slowly stroking himself and watching.Â
âCâmere,â Joel whispers and reaches for your head. He pulls your face into his for a passionate kiss as you grind into him with his cock buried in you. It only takes a few seconds of grinding into Joel for your walls to spasm.Â
âOh god,â he mutters as you contract around him. âohâoh, God, baby.âÂ
As you finish coming on Joel's cock, your whole body relaxes. Youâre even wetter and more open than you were before. âNow youâreâoh yeah, youâre good,â Joel whispers to himself with his hands on the backs of your thighs. You both breathe for a moment and you begin to slowly move again.
Joel licks his finger then reaches over your ass, his hand approaching your hole from behind. You stop moving as he gently wedges the thick digit into your cunt from the top so his fingernail is against his cock. âYeah,â he whispers, moving the finger around, checking how much you'll stretch. âYeah,â he says as his head turns and he glances at Tommy.Â
Joel cups your cheek and reads your face. âCan I fuck ya with two cocks, baby?âÂ
You spasm with an aftershock. âIt won't fit,â you protest, but the thought of it turns you on. Your hips begin to move again. You're taking his cock and his finger.Â
âCan we find out, baby doll?â Joel asks.
You slowly move on his cock and finger, with your face close to his. Your clit is throbbing. âYou aren't worried to stretch me?â
âYou'll snap right back, baby,â Joel pants as he wedges another finger in with his cock.Â
âI dunno if I can,â you whine. Â
âItâs okay, darlinâ. Let's find out.â
âOkay,â you whisper.Â
Tommy gets up on his knees and gets close to Joel's shoulder, near your head. Â
âGet it nice and wet,â Joel tells you. Â
Without getting off Joel's cock, you turn your head enough to accept Tommy's cock into your mouth. You let saliva pool under your tongue, then swirl it all over his shaft until he's dripping. âalrightâ Tommy whispers, then you deposit the rest of the saliva from under your tongue. âAlright, don't make me cum, sweetheart.âÂ
Tommy straddles Joelâs legs behind you while Joel hugs you close.Â
Tommy nudges your occupied hole. Joel slowly removes his fingers and Tommyâs tip finds its place between the first cock and the back wall of your cunt. Once Tommy's tip is nestled there, Joelâs fingers leave you and both his hands hold your sides.Â
âDeep breath,â Tommy whispers. You draw in a chest full of air, and when you begin to exhale, he begins to push in.Â
It burns for a moment as Tommyâs cockhead breaches your dripping hole, but his smooth, wet cock feels better than the fingers. âFuck,â Tommy mutters as he pushes further.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper. âIt's a lot.â
âI know it is, darlinâ, you're doinâ so good.â
âBreathe with me, sweetheart,â Tommy whispers. You take deep breaths and try to relax. The burn fades as your body catches up. The stretch is only a little uncomfortable around their shafts at the very edge of you. Deeper inside, you feel a fullness you couldn't have imagined. Â
âGood,â Joel says. âdoinâ real good, baby. You wanna keep goinâ?âÂ
You nod. You take deep breaths and bow your head as Tommy sinks in a little more.Â
âGod damn, baby. Packed full of it, ainât ya?âJoel marvels. The look on his face makes you twitch.Â
You lock eyes with Joel, bite your lip, and nod. Joel tilts his hips down toward the bed and you groan into Joelâs chest as Tommy pushes into you as much as he can. The burn is fading, and the sense of fullness overwhelms you in the best way. It's not just physical. You close your eyes and savor it. Joelâs hips begin to move. He slides against your front wall, nudging just the right place, making you whimper.Â
Tommy slides in rhythm, and his breathing is labored. âOhhh,â he moans. âShit-âugggh.â He warns Joel, âI'm pretty close, brother.â
Joel looks like he's making a calculation behind his eyes. Then he reads your face. âYou want double the cum, baby?âÂ
You nod.Â
âThat's my girl,â Joel whispers. âThatâs my perfect lil girl.â His hips wiggle under you.
âOhh-fff-uugghâ Tommy pants and pulls back.Â
Joel moves his hips and slides within your stuffed hole. Tommy stays still while Joel thrusts a few small strokes and you groan. Tommy pushes forward and you sigh. Joel kisses you. You push back and Tommy slides forward. Joel does another slow thrust upward, then Tommy says âfuck,â pushes another inch, then begins to cum. âOh god,â Tommy groans. His dick pulses and pulses in your packed cunt as his warm release coats your walls and Joel's cock.Â
âJesus,â Tommy sighs, then begins to pull out of you. The burn returns as the crown of his tip crests your entrance on its way out. Then you whimper in relief. There's a sense of loss as your body slowly draws itself back in, but it's a major comfort still being wrapped around Joel's cock. Tommy lies down on his back to recover.Â
âYou did so good baby,â Joel brushes your cheek and his hips lift as your body adjusts itself back to his girth. âYa like havinâ two cocks?â Itâs the first time you havenât felt packed full from Joelâs cock alone, and your temples feel weak.Â
You nod hesitantly. âDo I still feel good?â
âOh darlinâ, you feel so good,â he breathes and the tension melts away from your face.Â
âYeah, I liked it,â you whisper. âBut I only need one.âÂ
He cradles your head and it feels like it's just the two of you. âLove you so much,â he whispers, and brings your face to his again, rolling his hips under you. He kisses you deeply and grinds up into you with his cock all the way inside. Your mouth breaks away with a moan, and your hips begin to move, bringing an obscene squelching sound with them.Â
âOh darlinâ,â Joel whispers, and he pulls you back into a kiss. He grunts into your mouth with a sharp thrust upward, and the tension boils over. You begin to clench around him. Joel breaks the kiss with a shudder, then he moans your name as you flutter around his cock. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you flush, then pulses with a groan. âOhhhh, fuckâohhh,â he sighs as he releases a massive load, more than doubling the cum inside you. The rhythm of Joelâs cock soothes you as his load combines with Tommy's.Â
â--
You stay on Joelâs cock for a few minutes, and he strokes your back, praising you quietly. Tommy falls asleep. Eventually you sigh and whine, "I have to go to the bathroom.âÂ
âOk, baby,â Joel whispers and begins to help you off his cock.Â
When you come back, Joel helps you into bed between them. You face Joel and he kisses you good night. You feel thankful for him as you drift off to sleep.Â
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sequel here
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Thank you for reading đ€ I know people want updates on certain Joels but I haven't been having the easiest time and sometimes writing something new is lower-pressure.
Uncle Tommy is a brain worm I've had for a couple months ever since I blurted it out in another series.
I have another recent Joel x reader ft. Tommy with a different set miller bros: leopard print
And a darker Tommy x reader here: birds of prey
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FIC RECS
If you like brotherly sharing, a couple of my personal favorites are
I can be your pretty girl part 4, and part 5 by (RIP) walkintotheriveranddisappear who sadly inactivated
Liquid Gold and its prequel Two Hands to Hold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles,
If you like the idea of daddy/uncle, @bonezone44 has Joel, tommy, and Ezra.
More brotherly sharing - Smack My Bitch Up, a raider AU by @milla-frenchy.
If you wanna suck Tommy's big balls, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin has you covered.
More fic recs (and more to come) on my rec blog @toxicrecs.
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when I say I'm bi I mean I like women and fictional dilfs
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Magnetism
Joel Miller x f!reader
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Summary: Having a steamy make out session behind the Tipsy Bison with a certain soft spoken Texan.
Warnings: 18+! Thereâs NO actual smut, just the make out session. Hidden relationship vibes ( they donât wanna be caught ). Images in the header are just for aesthetic purposes. Subby Joel vibes but also not, we got a mix of both. Soft!Joel and Jackson!Joel. Can imagine either Pedro or Game Joel.
A/N: Iâm back! I was so shocked by the love on my last fic, thank you so much! This one is really rushed and quick - the idea came to me because of a reel on instagram. Yeah.
Do not copy or repost my fics anywhere! No AI bots either, I will find you
Tommyâs put on Alice In Chains again for the fifth time Tonight.
Joel groans against you, but not like how heâs been groaning for the past 20 minutes. Heâs irritated this time.
âGoddamnit. Someone oughta knock him over the head.â Joel mutters breathily, scowling at the back entrance to the bar like Tommy will sense his ire through the exposed brick and wood.
You take the time to admire his roused hair. Your head hits the outside wall of the Tipsy Bison with a soft thump, and your eyes are hazy and heavy from the sight of the man in front of you.
Joel Miller. Thee scary, grumpy, tense, asshole, tommyâs-goddamn-brother Joel Miller.
Heâs a sight to behold. Flushed cheeks and, cutely, ears. Messy hair from your fingers and unbuttoned collars of typical flannel shirts.
All because youâve been kissing him. Like teenagers, actually.
Youâre not sure why youâre still standing outside the bar in the chilly air instead of being buried under his warm body screaming his name.
Well, thatâs a lie. You do know.
Itâs the sound he makes when his lips caress yours, the little sharp intake of air through his nose as he tilts his head to the side; nose poking your cheek. The way he groans as you bite his plump bottom lip when you dance your tongue back and forth with his.
The way he holds your waist like youâre all heâs ever wanted like heâs a man obsessed, possessed. Whatever you want to call it.
Your hands come up to rest just under his jaw, cupping behind his ear, and feel his hair tickling the tips of your fingers - guiding him back to look at you.
âPearl Jam sounds the same sometimes,â you say to him, looking at his kiss swollen lips.
âYou must be losinâ your hearinâ, darlinâ girl.â
He looks drunk. Not just from Sethâs conspicuous beer, but from your kisses. His eyes are soft-blown wide, locking onto your eyes with a haziness that implies they actually want to flutter shut like they have been doing the moment your lips touch. His eyebrows are semi-lifted, not set in their usual, gravity-demanding scowl.
You run your thumb over his jaw, pulling him back to you so lightly it seems like magnetism. His brows furrow, eyes give in and flutter before heâs molding his lips against yours like itâs a drug. Groaning against your mouth as he rests his clenched fist on the wall just above your head. His other hand coming up to the soft skin underneath your jaw.
The sound of you kissing - the little smack and strangely erotic sound of salivating mouths moving together. His soft moans and heavy breaths pushing against your skin as a huff.
You donât blame him, you feel drunk on this too.
The weight of your arms feels heavier when you lift them to wrap around Joelâs shoulders. Those damn, broad shoulders. You can feel the muscle of them along that soft inner part of your forearms, Can feel them shift and move as he leans in closer to wrap his arms around your waist and leave no atoms between you, his lips against yours like a lifeline - like it kills him every second theyâre not.
He fucking moans when you grip the awkward-length hair on his nape.
Youâre broken out of the haze by your screaming lungs, pulling away with a wet smack as you pant. Your fluttery eyes - damn itâs contagious - see your breath move through the cold air. The image of how your make-out mustâve looked from the third person, big bad Joel Miller kiss-drunk and desperate - your panting breaths mingling in the air around your faces as you two make kissing seem like something that is as erotic as straight sex outside of the Jackson bar.
You feel the arousal zing through your body before it drips out of you.
His scruff nuzzles against your neck, leaving the same burn you feel around your lips and cheeks. Everything is tingly.
âJoel, someone is going to come out here,â you whisper into the chill. Those lips of his donât stop their sloppy caress of your neck, making you turn in his direction and try to contain a little noise you know will make him reckless.
He whines - whines - against your neck, not stopping his ministrations, only pulling back to kiss you again, eat you like itâs what heâs been waiting for his whole life.
âThen come back to my placeâ he murmurs, but heâs lost in the haze. Almost as if heâs finally reached that hazy high from your mouth that he keeps coming back for.
You melt into him again, pulling him closer until you can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against yours. Heâs practically a wall youâre holding onto. Breathing in and molding your mouth around.
Thereâs a loud squeak and a bang as the bar door opens and knocks against the wall, your hands are still around Joelâs neck as you both look over in surprise. Moments later Tommyâs thrown out right on his ass, which makes Joel laugh immediately.
Tommy looks over with a scowl before looking back to his friends who threw him out.
âCâmon guys!â he huffs, still on the ground
âYouâre banned from the jukebox.â Seth grumbles before slamming the door right in Tommyâs face.
It looks like Tommy might go rogue, start a revolution against dictatorship of jukeboxes, but ultimately decides to take his comical frustration out on Joel.
Tommy turns to look at the both of you. Joel is still chuckling slightly, wiping the corner of his eye, still standing right up against you.
âShut up. Youâre busy suckinâ face when I needed backup.â Tommy huffs, wiping stones and dirt off his ass, grumbling to himself, glaring at the door - similarly to his brother - like he could take control of the jukebox with his mind and play Alice In Chains again like a poltergeist.
âPriorities, brother.â
Tommy lovingly gives Joel the finger, before grumbling and walking home, a hand on his probably bruised backside.
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idiots in love âą slow burn but theyâre fucking the entire time âą the angst âą filthy smut âą sickening cuteness âą menace of a reader âą Tommy âą lots of sarcasm âą trauma âą no outbreak âą heartbreak âą realizing you do deserve love and happiness
1 You wanted this
2 Wet
3 Donât ruin the sofa
4 What you need
5 Trouble
6 No broken hearts
7 Sunshine
8 Sink or swim
âȘ Joel & Tommy: why her?
9 Callisto I & Callisto II
prequel: we shouldnât the night you stayed: in my arms
Joel masterlist âą main masterlist âą AO3
Thank you all so much for loving this series! Your support, kind words, and enthusiasm mean the world to me! I love you đ€
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Three's A Crowd
Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel Miller
Summary: Tommy's new girlfriend is awfully sweet. When Joel finds out she's got a big appetite that only he can fill, he decides to satisfy the craving. Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, threesome, praise, seduction, age gap(20yrs), size difference, oral sex galore, unprotected sex, photos taken during intercourse, mention of sending nudes, throat bulge, usual smut antics NOTE: i'm not sure if this is actually any good considering it was writen in just a matter of days because i was inspired by the new promo, gabriel luna the man that you are đ”âđ«đ”âđ« !! MASTERLIST [crossposted to AO3]
 Joel Miller knows his brother like the back of his hand.Â
Which is why itâs not surprising when Tommy lets him in on the details about his secret new girlfriend. Secretâbecause youâre the daughter of their most consistent client.Â
At first, Joel tells him how stupid it is to risk the company like that. Itâs irresponsible to put on the line their biggest cash cow just to fuck around with the only daughter of the man that funds Miller Contracting through the winter. And then thereâs the fact that you don't exactly fit Tommyâs type.
A rich girl with an even richer daddy compared to all those wild girls from Tommyâs previous female fixations? It doesnât line up. It makes no sense in Joelâs head.Â
Even as his brother tries to explain, âI didnât go after her. Not at first. She came onto me.â
Joelâs got one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped on the open window of his truck as they drive home from a particularly exhausting day. He furrows his brows and asks, âDonât you think thatâs a little suspicious? You sure she actually likes you and isnât just tryinâ to get her daddyâs attention?â
Tommy snorts. âEven if she was, I wouldn't care. You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?â
âJesus Christââ
âAnâ I mean love, Joel. Not like. Love.â There are stars in his eyes and he knows itâs a serious matter but Joel canât help the laugh that escapes him.
He thinks it must be high praise coming from his brother who goes home with a different girl every other weekend. âThat good, huh?â
âBetter than good.âÂ
And he knows Tommyâs got a one-track mind, so thereâs really no use fighting it. So he just says, âBe careful. Donât go gettinâ caught 'cause the business will pay the price.â
Tommy agrees and Joel lets it go. Doesnât think about it again, even when Tommy cancels their plans to go out that weekend in favor of your company.
Well, not until heâs standing in your kitchen going over blueprints with your father, that is.Â
Joel tries not to glance out of the floor-length windows in the kitchen to the backyard. He tries not to look at the movement in the pool that repeatedly catches his eye. And he tries, really fucking hard, not to allow his attention to linger on the way that white bikini rests so snugly against your chest, or the way your wet hair cascades down your back and sticks to your smooth skin, or the way his cock twitches in his jeans when the impressive swell your ass shakes as you pull yourself up and out of the pool.
He understands his brother a little better when he sees you, Joel thinks. Understands why heâs willing to risk such a high-profit opportunity for the chance to see you underneath him.Â
Your father leaves the kitchen to find an old set of blueprints to compare to the new ones, and Joel begins to panic as he realizes this is the moment you decide youâre done swimming.Â
When you open the door to the kitchen the hinges creak. Joel takes note of it.Â
Water drips onto the white tile floor, the same quick rhythm as the thumping of his heart against his sternum. You cross the kitchen and open the fridge door without even looking at him.Â
But Joel certainly looks at you. Canât help but to, really. Youâre like some decadent display as you break the seal of an icy bottle of water and begin to take long, slow drinks from it. Your lips are plush and swollen and Tommyâs words reverberate in the back of Joelâs head.Â
You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?
âThirsty?â
He nearly chokes. Joel knows youâre likely just being hospitable. Kind, even. But he feels like he shouldnât be speaking to you, not when youâre close to naked and dripping wet. And if not because of your father upstairs, then certainly because of his brotherâs affinity for you. So, despite the way his tongue feels like sandpaper in his mouth, he says, âNo, thanks.â
Joel turns his eyes back to his blueprints, folding the corner once, twice, trying to focus on anything but the weight of your stare.
If you notice his unease you ignore it as you slide up to the counter beside him and peer down at the layout of your fatherâs newest home renovation. Youâre so close he can feel the heat of your skin, can smell the chlorine in your hair. âHm,â you say. âThis is for the guest room?â
âBedroom D,â he corrects.
A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You turn away from the blueprints, spine resting against the marble countertop in favor of studying him instead. âYouâre Joel, right? Tommyâs older brother?â
Thereâs no sense in lying, Joel thinks. Though he does consider it for a moment. âUhâŠyeah,â he says. And then he clears his throat and nods, repeating a little more firmly, âYeah.â
Your stare is so hot against his skin, eyes unabashedly roaming down the column of his neck. He shivers as your attention lingers on the small sliver of his chest thatâs revealed thanks to his decision this morning to leave one of the buttons on his flannel unsecured. Youâre standing so close to him now that a drop of chlorinated water falls from the ends of your hair and onto his arm.
Joel feels the cool liquid slide down his too warm-skin, melting as if it were ice, heating to the temperature of his blood that sings in his veins beneath your scrutinization.
He watches your tongue slide over your pretty bottom lip and his breath catches in his lungs. âHm,â you say again, the sound a little fonder this time. âI see where he gets his good looks from.â
Itâs been a long time since someone flirted with him so openly. Even longer since someone your age even took a second glance at him. And even though he knows, by the rule of his own morality, that you belong to his little brotherâŠJoel canât deny the giddy feeling it elicits in his chest. Canât deny that he likes your attention, either.
âFound them,â your father suddenly says, bounding down the stairs with folded blueprints in his hand.Â
Joel clears his throat and you take a small step away from him, but otherwise seem unphased by the intrusion. He tries to ignore the lingering buzzing beneath his skin, tries to shake off what remains of the electrified energy youâd created.
You greet your dad with a kiss on the cheek and tell him youâre going out tonight. Your father asks with who, and you glance past him, staring only at Joel as you say simply, âJust a friend.â
And he knows youâll likely be at his little brotherâs apartment within the hour. Thinks about preparing himself for yet another of Tommyâs cancellations of guyâs night but this time thereâs no frustration on Joelâs part.Â
Because he doesnât blame his brother at all. If anything, he understands a little better now. Understands why getting drunk with Joel at a bar is a far less tempting activity than spreading those pretty thighs of yours. Understands why heâd rather stay home than go out, especially if youâre there in his bedroom on your knees for him.Â
His assumption is confirmed later that night when he gets a text message.
Tommy: Have to cancel again. Sorry, something came up.
Joel knows exactly what âcame upâ and decides to put on an old western movie to distract himself instead.
But when he lays in bed that night, the image of you in your bikini surfaces in his brain and makes a home there. He tries for an hour to get himself to relax enough to shut it out, to just go to sleep.
Eventually, though, he realizes thereâs no fucking point in trying. And even though youâre in his brotherâs bed and your fatherâs blueprints are sitting on the kitchen table downstairs, Joel Miller takes his cock in his hand and has the best orgasm of his life. He thinks about your smooth skin and supple curves, thinks about the way that single droplet of water felt against his skin, thinks about your pink tongue and the way you looked at him with such insatiable hunger.
Itâs a secret Joel decides heâll take to his grave.
He tries not to think of you after that. Tries to keep his distance from you, from your house in general. Joelâs not a man who enjoys technology but opts for emailing your father instead of meeting with him to avoid another post-pool incident.
Tommy finally makes it to guyâs night two weeks later but heâs glued to his fucking cell phone. Joel tries to make conversation, tells him about upcoming projects and opportunities for contracts, and mentions that this summer has been their most profitable yet. But Tommy only nods every so often. Giving Joel a stupid, uninterested, âYeah, for sure,â or âThatâs great, Joel,â or âI donât know, maybe.â
Thereâs no salt to his words, no meaning other than oblivious agreement. And it starts to anger Joel because Tommyâs been distracted by girls before but never like this. Never so much so that he canât sit and have half a conversation with his brother. Eventually, he lets out an annoyed sigh and says, âIf youâve got somewhere better to be you can just fuckinâ go, Tommy. Jesus Christ.â
The irritation seems to finally get his attention. Tommy locks his cell phone and says, âSheâs sending me pictures, distractinâ me, Iâm sorry,â but thereâs a stupid ass grin on his face and Joel can feel the insincerity radiating off his brother.
Joel rolls his eyes and waves down the bartender for the check.Â
âNo, no, okay,â Tommy insists, setting his phone face down on the bar top. He shoos the bartender away and says, âOkay, seriously, youâre right. Iâm sorry.â Itâs a little more genuine this time, and so Joel decides to meet his brother halfway.
âYou really like her? Sâthat what this is?â
That smile returns to Tommyâs face, eyes glossing over in a mystifying way. He must, because Joelâs never seen him like this before. âWeâre not even together,â he says.
Joelâs brows furrow. âWhat are you talking about? You spend every weekend with her, you might as well be.â
âBelieve me, Joel, Iâve tried, man. SheâsâŠI donât know how to explain it. She doesnât want anything serious. Doesnât wanna be exclusive or nothinâ but isnât fuckinâ around with anyone but me. I justâŠâ he shakes his head and his eyes widen and Joel can see the awe in them.Â
âSo sheâs acting like you,â Joel supplies.
It makes Tommy laugh. But the more he explains, the more Joel starts to believe it. âSheâs so sweet but that girl is insatiable. Just wants to fuck and have a good time and thatâs it. Doesnât care about much else.â
âIâm not sayinâ you shouldnât have fun, Tommy, but donât let her consume your whole life. Get some space every once in a while,â Joel says. But he understands the infatuation, understands exactly how enticing your company would be.Â
He leans in close, one hand wrapped around his whiskey glass and the other tapping the back of his phone. âThose picturesâŠsheâs taking pictures in the shower, Joel. For me. Anâ you wanna know what she just told me the other day?â
Joel knows whatâs coming next. Knows Tommyâs about to clue him in on something Joel has no business knowing, but he canât fight off his curiosity. âWhat?â
âSaid her biggest fantasy is a threesome with two guys. Told me, and I quote, that she wants to get fucked while sheâs got my dick in her mouth.â He makes a sound of disbelief but thereâs this grin on his face that lets Joel know Tommyâs biggest fantasy is to be with a filthy girl like you.
Joel just shakes his head.
But the image his brother paints lingers in his brain for days.
In fact, heâs still thinking about it during his next meeting with your father. Thinking about the fact that youâre up in your room, fantasizing about getting fucked by two guys at once when your dad suddenly says, âIâll be out of town for a couple of weeks, I hope you donât mind I gave my little girl your phone number. Just in case anything goes wrong. It wonât, but I hate being so far away while sheâs here alone. Iâm sure you understand, being a father and all.â
He doesnât know what to say. Doesnât know how to respond, unsure how to explain how terrible an idea that is, so he says nothing. Just nods stiffly and begins discussing the renovations for the ensuite of bedroom C.Â
Less than a week later, Joel gets a phone call from an unknown number, and his gut sinks because he knows itâs you. He debates on ignoring the call but then begins to worry that somethingâs actually wrong and puts himself in your fatherâs position. Thinks heâd be furious, had it been Sarah, if sheâd called someone for help and theyâd ignored her.Â
So, he presses his cell phone to his ear and says, âHello?â
âJoel? Hi, sorry, I know itâs kinda late. Do you think you could come over really quick? I need your help.â
âHelp? With what?â It doesnât really matter, he thinks. Because heâs already lacing up his boots, phone held to his ear with his shoulder.
âI locked myself out,â you explain. âMy dadâs out of town for work and I didnât grab my key before he left. You have a spare, donât you? For the renovations and stuff?â
Joel canât help but wonder where youâve been for the last few days. Someplace you wouldnât have needed to come home, it seems. âUh, yeah, I do,â he says. âIâll be there in a minute. Hang tight.â
He finds you standing on your front porch with a backpack slung over your shoulder, your phone charger in your hand, and a look of relief on your face. âThank you so much,â you immediately say. âI swear I never forget my key but I was distracted this time.â
Joel unlocks the front door for you and lets you inside. He lingers on the threshold, saying, âNo, itâs fine. No worries at all.â
âCome inside,â you insist, and he can feel the bad decision from a fucking mile away.
âReally, itâs fine. Iâll justââ
âPlease,â you interrupt. âAre you thirsty? Hungry? Let me make you something to eat before you go. Itâs the least I could do.â
He shouldnât. He shouldnât. But he does.
Joel nods, unable to resist you and how pretty the word please sounds in your mouth. He follows you into the kitchen, lingering at the island counter as you drop your bag onto the floor next to the stairs and immediately plug your cell phone into the extra outlet heâd placed into the backsplash per your fatherâs request during last winterâs renovation. You look over your shoulder at him as you open the refrigerator and ask, âYou like grilled cheese?â
âUh, yeah. I do.â He sits in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the way you move as you prepare the bread and heat up a cast iron pan. Eventually, he finds the courage to ask, âYouâŠuhâŠwere you at Tommyâs?â
He watches as your cheeks redden the smallest bit. But thereâs no shame in your voice as you answer simply, âYes, I was.â
âFigured youâd tire each other out eventually,â he teases.
You laugh softly, and the buttered bread sizzles as you place it into the pan. As you lay the slices of cheese on top of it you explain, âWasnât like that. Iâm home for the weekend so Tommy can talk to you, actually.â
It surprises him to hear it, in truth. âMe? What for?â
You flush an even deeper crimson. âUhmâŠI think itâs better that you hear it from him,â you say.
Joelâs mind wanders to a million places as you dig out a spatula and flip the grilled cheese. But then a terrifying thought strikes him and Joel suddenly asks, âYouâre not pregnant, are you?â
âEw, no,â you say with a laugh. âBelieve me, Joel, I like creampies just as much as the next girl but Iâm not irresponsible about it.â
This time, itâs his face that warms. Joel swallows hard and sits on the barstool at the island, trying not to think about your inadvertent admission, trying not to imagine it, to imagine how fucking good it would feel toâ
âHere,â you say, placing a glass plate in front of him with a perfectly crispy grilled cheese cut diagonally. Heâs thankful for the distraction, thankful to convince himself the watering of his mouth is from the food in front of him and not the thought of how you would taste on his tongue.
âThanks,â he says simply, trying to massage some of the tension from his shoulders. It had been a long day on the job site and heâll admit to himself only that a grilled cheese and the sight of a pretty girl certainly feels like a treat.
You seem to notice his discomfort and ask, âYou okay?â
He nods and takes a bite of his sandwich. Itâs the most delicious thing heâs ever had and he tries to hold back his moan to no avail. When he looks over at you, youâre wearing a satisfied grin that only widens when he says around another mouthful, âThis is incredible.â
As if itâs the most natural thing in the world, you step up behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. Joel opens his mouth to stop you, to tell you this is wrong, inappropriateâbut then you kneed your fingers into the tender muscle, and his eyes flutter closed.Â
All argument leaves him as quickly as it appeared, and all he can manage to say is, âJesus Christ.â
Your quiet giggle is the cutest thing heâs ever heard. And Joel knows he should be thinking of his brother right now, knows he should be thinking of your father, thinking about the fact that youâre just a young woman, twenty years separating the two of youâŠbut all he can focus on is the way your hands feel on him.
Theyâre warm and soft but clinical in their pursuit, thumbs pressing hard into the muscle that brackets his spine. Your delicate fingers feel like heaven, bringing relief he never realized just how badly he needed.
You slowly massage down his back, pushing against the knots, working them free. When you get to his lower back, he groans when you slip your hands beneath his navy t-shirt. Youâre touching him with no barrier and it steals the breath from his lungs.
Never in his life has he wanted to be touched by someone so badly. Never in his life has he enjoyed the feel of another personâs skin against his so much. Your thumbs dig into the sore muscles, working the tension out.
You lean in so close that he can feel the heat of your breath against the shell of his ear as you say, âWill you take your shirt off?â
Heâs thankful youâre standing behind him, however. Because it means you canât see the way his cock stiffens in his jeans.
The words are tempting and seductive and wrong, he knows. He looks back at you and the heat in your eyes takes him off guard. The angle has his mouth so close to yours youâre sharing the same breath.
Itâs then he knows just how badly you want him. As much as he wants you.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to,â you say. While you speak, your fingertips trace soft patterns into the skin of his lower back.
Joel knows itâs a bad idea, but he does it anyway.
You step away from him only long enough for Joel to grip his t-shirt at the back of his collar and pull it over his head, laying it on the marble countertop.
And then you go back to your ministrations as if nothing changed; massaging the tension from his muscles, starting low and working your way back up to his shoulders this time. But it is different, Joel knows. Because he can feel the heat of your skin against his and his heart rate picks up, a different kind of tension filling him instead.
But it feels so fucking good that he doesnât ever want you to stop.
So, he eats what remains of his grilled cheese. Lets you work the tightness from his bones, trying not to hiss in pain when you touch a particularly tender spot in the center of his back. You lighten the pressure there and begin building back up to it slowly, bringing him to heights of euphoria heâd never known existed.
When he wipes the crumbs from his hands and pushes his now empty plate away, Joel knows he should stop you. But he doesnât, because he can no longer find a reason good enough to say the words. He lets you dote on him in a way he doesnât deserve and soaks it up while it lasts.
And when you press a sweet, chaste kiss to the top of his spine, Joel feels the energy shift but doesnât say anything then, either.
Because he likes the way your lips feel against his skin. Even more so than your soft hands.
You do it again, a little higher this time. You kiss the back of his neck and he shivers. He realizes you can see the goosebumps that break out across his skin, because he can feel the smile on your lips as you press another wet, open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his shoulder.
Joelâs cock has never been this hard, he thinks. Heâs never wanted someone so badly, has never been so incapable of making the right decision as he is at this very moment.
His breath comes fast and labored as you press yourself to him. Youâre not wearing a bra beneath your oversized t-shirt, and he can feel your pebbled nipples against his back. Your hands move forward, circling his abdomen, sliding up and over his chest. He knows he should stop you now, knows this is the beginning of something he can never come back from.
But the two of you are all alone in this big empty house, and how can he deny you? He doesnât have the strength. Not then you slide pretty, delicate fingers over his soft stomach, through the dark curls that disappear into his jeans.
Your hand is slow in its pursuit but still adamant as you palm the bulge in his jeans. Even through the thick denim, the feel of your hands on him makes him shake. He cock throbs with each gentle stroke, each small movement. âYou can tell me to stop,â you tell him. âIs this okay?â
He canât bring himself to say anything, but the moan that escapes him is answer enough. He places his hands on the edge of the counter and straightens his spine, getting a full view as you undo the button of his jeans and lower the metal zipper at an agonizingly slow pace.
And then youâre slipping a hand inside his jeans, below the elastic band of his boxers, and all thoughts eddy out of his head. He can think of nothing, nothing as you begin to stroke him. Your hands are small, barely fitting around his cock, but you make do with what you have and itâs more than enough.
You pull him out of his jeans completely, and itâs a sight to behold, seeing his cock in your pretty hands. He tries to catch his breath as you pull one of your hands away for a single moment. And when it returns, your fingers are sticky with webs of spit.
This time, when you wrap your hand around his cock, youâre able to stoke him a little easier, the added lubrication allowing for freer movement. You move slowly at first, hands grazing from base to tip.
He watches with reverence as you familiarize yourself with him. When a bead of precum forms at the tip of his cock, you use your thumb to add it to the sticky wetness already in your hands. Joel can feel the smile on your face as you continue to press desperate kisses to his spine, and he knows he wonât last long like this.
Watching you stroke him with both of your small hands, watching you take care of him like thisâŠitâs too much. Itâs too fucking much.
So he closes his eyes. Lets himself sink into the moment with you instead, listens to your pretty whimpers as you press your tits against him. He wants to reach around and slide his hand between your thighs but knows better, knows that this is already bad enough.
You tighten your hands around his cock, squeezing a little harder, and he feels his end begin to build at the base of his spine. âFuck.â
âDoes it feel good?â
He tries to breathe slowly, tries to draw it out. But you pick up your pace, stroking him a little faster, and Joel canât stop the groan that escapes him.
âYou make me so wet, Joel,â you whisper against his skin. âI think about you and touch myself sometimes, thinking about how fucking big you are, how good it would feel to have you touch meâŠhow good youâd feel inside of me.â
Your filthy words bring him to the brink. Joel fights it, doesnât want to finish so fast he embarrasses himself. He wants to see the look on your face, wants to fuck you right here on this kitchen counter that he built.
Joel clenches his fists instead. Stays stone still because he knows if he moves an inch heâll be giving into these desires. Knows a single shift in position would have him pulling your shorts down your thighs and licking your pussy until he makes you cry out for God.Â
But itâs not his place.
Itâs not his fucking place, and youâre not his fucking girl.
So he doesnât move.
You do, though.
Joel tries to catch his breath as you pull away from him, the absence of your touch leaving him cold and wanting. But then youâre nudging your way in front of him, in the small space between his knees and the island, and then youâre lowering yourself to the marble floor.
You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?
Slowly, you run your hands over his jean-clad thighs. You look up at him through your lashes and he feels a little like heâs being worshipped.
And when you lean forward, pretty, soft tongue licking the underside of his cock, Joel canât keep his hands to himself. His resolve withers, and he threads his fingers through your hair but is careful not to rush you.
He lets you take your time, lets you swirl your tongue over the head, lets you taste every inch of him to your heartâs content. And when you finally take him into your mouth, cheeks hallowed out, creating a tight seal around him, Joelâs head falls back in bliss.
You savor it, relish in it, swallowing him down inch by inch. He hits the back of your throat and still you keep going, choking on him, nose pressed against the hair below his navel. With each pass, you begin to bob your head, tongue smoothing over the sensitive tip. You set an insatiable rhythm, drool sliding down your chin.
It doesnât take him long. His hands tighten in the hair at the nape of your neck and he breaths out, âFuck, fuck, sweetheart, Iâm gonna-â
Your watery eyes meet his and the adoration in them sends him over the edge. Joel finishes at the back of your mouth, your fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs almost painfully, but you take everything he gives you and swallow it down.
Itâs the sexiest thing heâs seen in all his life.
When he finishes, Joel strokes your hair affectionately and you smile up at him with his cock still in your mouth. It makes him laugh, and he realizes how soft and sweet this moment feels. How easy it is. How he never wants it to end.
Slowly, you sit back and begin to stand to your feet. Your lips are swollen and red and glossy, even when you wipe the spit off your chin with the back of your hand.
You cross the kitchen, grab your phone, and make your way to the staircase. âThanks again, Joel. Can you lock up on your way out?â
He doesnât understand how you can feel so casually about this. Doesnât understand how youâre likely texting his brother as if Joelâs cock wasnât just in your mouth, as if the taste of his release doesnât linger on your tongue.Â
The guilt doesnât set in until heâs in bed that night. He canât sleep, because he knows he has to say something to Tommy but knows, too, heâll likely pay the price of a right hook in reparation.Â
At three in the morning he sends a text to his brother; Come over in the morning. Need to talk. Important.Â
Joel doesnât sleep. He lays in bed and thinks of you, as he so often does these days. Thinks about how uncomfortable itâs going to be to tell his little brother that he indulged himself in the pretty little thing heâs been spending all of his time with. He decides heâs just going to say it outright, tell him the truth without beating around the bush, and immediately apologize for it afterward.
Because he is sorry, Joel thinks. Not sorry that he did it, but sorry that itâs hurt people in the process.
How can he come to regret the most gratifying sexual experience of his life? Itâs a comfort, to hear some of Tommyâs words echo in his brain.Â
Weâre not even together.
She doesnât want anything serious.
Itâs like she just wants to fuck and have a good time and thatâs it.
Joel hopes his brother feels a similar way. Tommyâs never once indicated heâs ever wanted to settle down with a woman, butâŠsomething sits in his gut and twists up his insides. Because as much as he wants to deny it, Joel knows thisâŠknows you are different. What Tommy feels for you is different.
Heâs drinking whiskey by ten in the morning for no reason other than to calm his nerves.
And Joelâs thankful for the liquid courage when Tommy finally pulls into the driveway at noon. He comes barrelling through Joelâs front door with a scowl on his face, and for a second Joel wonders if his brother already knows and is here thinking Joel had every intention of keeping this secret of yours.
But when he speaks, Tommy doesnât seem angry. JustâŠconcerned. âWhatâs up, man? Pretty ominous text to wake up to. Whereâs Sarah? She alright?â
Joel shakes his head and raises a hand between them. âSarahâs fine, sheâs alright,â he says quickly. âStaying with a friend this weekend. Sorry, I guess I should have mentioned it wasnât a life or death situation.âÂ
For Tommy, anyway.
With a slow nod, Tommyâs shoulders slump and he drops himself onto the couch. âAlright, then. Thatâs good. I was worried, came haulinâ ass over here.â Itâs then he notices the tumbler in Joelâs hand, half filled with amber-colored liquid. âYou good, Joel?â
He takes a seat next to his brother and tries to recite the speech in his head. But nothing comes out. Joel opens and closes his mouth once, twice, and then finishes off the whiskey in his glass.
Tommyâs patient, for what itâs worth. He lets Joel adjust in his seat three different times, saying nothing while he tries to find the courage heâs been building for the last twelve hours.
âIâŠI, uhmâŠI have to tell you something anâ IâŠâ Joel shakes his head and squeezes his jaw. âAlright, look. IâŠdid something.â
A quiet, curt sort of laugh leaves Tommy. âI know what happened last night, Joel. She already told me.â
It surprises him. Not that you told him, Joel canât fault you for that considering heâs presently trying to do the same thing. Whatâs surprising is that Tommy seems relaxed about the whole situation. Relieved, even.
A million different questions surface on the tip of his tongue, but only one comes out. âWhat?â
âItâs alright, man,â Tommy says, laying a comforting hand on Joelâs shoulder.
âYouâre notâŠmad? I donât understand. I let herââ
Tommyâs mouth stretches into one of the widest smiles Joelâs ever seen on his brotherâs face. âIt was good, huh?â
Joel doesnât know if saying yes is a good idea. Doesnât know if a simple three-letter word is sufficient enough for the things you made him feel with that pretty, pink tongue of yours.Â
But it seems his thoughts are written plainly on his face. âFuck yeah, it was,â Tommy says with a laugh. âShe called me right after you left her house last night. Told me everything. She makes a mean grilled cheese too, doesnât she?â
Try as he might, Joel canât seem to wrap his head around whatâs happening. Canât seem to process his brotherâs ease, his indifference. He tries to put himself in Tommyâs place but knows that if it was his bed you slept in for the last week, Joel would be furious to learn youâd wound up on your knees for someone else.
But if that someone was Tommy? His own brother?
Maybe thatâs why itâs different. Because Joel would never do something to hurt his brother intentionally. And he knows, too, that Tommy would never do it to him, either.
He trusts his brother with everything in him. Thereâs not another soul on the planet who knows him like Tommy does. So, surely, he knows that what you and Joel did wasnât born of malicious intent, right?
âSheâs a sweet little thing,â Tommy says quietly, as if theyâre sharing a secret. âBut that mouth on her is somethinâ else. Sheâs a talker, through and through.â Thereâs pride on his face as he speaks. âSaid she felt real bad, runninâ out on you like that, but sheâd gotten so wet from just goinâ down on you that I could hear it through the fuckinâ phone, Joel.â
Though he tries not to, Joel begins to wonder what would have happened if youâd stayed, if you hadnât disappeared so fast to take care of the ache that had settled between your thighs.
It would have been only fair, right? You helped him. He would have helped you.
âShe wanted me to talk to you about something, anyway,â Tommy says.
Heâd nearly forgotten that youâd mentioned the same thing last night in all the chaos. It piques his interest, because what on Earth could you need Tommy to ask him?
But his answer comes quickly when his brother says carefully, âYou remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you what her biggest fantasy is?â
A threesome.
Joelâs standing from the couch and shaking his head before his brother gets another word out. âHave you lost your fuckinâ mind, Tommy?â
âJoel, just listenââ
âListen to what, man? You got any idea what youâre askinâ me right now?â
Thereâs a smirk on his face as he stares at Joel from the couch, looking just as comfortable as if they were having a normal conversation about what they should eat for dinner. âIâm askinâ you to fuck my girlfriend,â he says.
Somehow, the word girlfriend surprises Joel more than the rest. Itâs the very first time heâs ever called anyone his girlfriend. âI thought you werenât together.â
Tommy shrugs. âCall it what you will. Does it really matter?â
âYeah, Tommy, it does matter. Look me in the eye and tell me you donât have feelings for this girl. Tell me this doesnât mean anythinâ to you, that doing somethinâ like this wouldnât fuck it all up in a minute.â
He shakes his head. âCanât lie to you, brother. âCourse she means somethinâ to me. Thatâs why I wanna give her everything she wants. And she wants you too, Joel. Is that so bad?â
Joel sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots.
For a second, a single second, he considers it. Thinks about how any price is worth it for a single night with you, to hear the sound of your moans, to feel your warm breath against his neck again. Heâd bet you sound real pretty, all filled up with him.
âDonât trust anyone else to take care of her the way I do,â Tommy says. âNo one but you.â
Itâs too much. Itâs way too much to ask of him.
âYouâre insane, Tommy,â he says, grabbing his whiskey glass from the coffee table and escaping to the kitchen to refill it. He wishes he had something a little stronger.
Heâs not surprised when his brother follows him to the kitchen. Tommy leans against the archway and says, âYou can say no.â
âGood, 'cause Iâm sayinâ no.â
Tommy laughs, but Joel thinks thereâs no joke to be found. âJust wanted you to know the offerâs there and sheâd jump at the opportunity. Yâknow, if you change your mind, that is. Ask her about it, if you wanna.â
âI wonât.â
He raises his hands in surrender. âAlright, not tryinâ to push it or anything. You know how to get ahold of me.â
And then his brother retreats, leaving Joel with nothing but his whiskey and his thoughts.
Thoughts that run rampant in his brain. Filthy images of you beneath him, back arched in pleasure, pretty mouth hung open just wide enough for Tommy to slip inside.
How terrible would it be, really? Tommy might have impulsive tendencies, but he seems so sure of this. And if thereâs not an ounce of jealousy in his brother, so much so that he offers you to Joel like some sort of prizeâŠmaybe there wonât be the repercussions Joelâs afraid of.
Maybe itâll be as Tommy says. Maybe it would just be a good, safe way to give you what you want, to indulge your wildest desires.Â
And it would certainly be an indulgence for him. Just feeling your hands on him had brought Joel bliss like heâd never known. He canât imagine how much higher heâd feel if he could taste you, if he could finish deep inside of you and not at the back of your throat.
It takes twenty minutes of pacing in his kitchen and another ten of shaking the nerves from his hands before he picks up the phone and calls you.
âHey, Joel. I was just thinking about you.â
âSâthat right?â
âMmhm. DidâŠdid Tommy talk to you yet? He told me he was going to this morning.âÂ
âYeah, sweetheart. He did.â
A strange sort of silence stretches on. He can hear your hesitance and realizes youâre just as nervous as he is. âAnd? What did youâŠwhat did you say?â
He doesnât have the heart to tell you he declined the offer. Not when it was a no mostly out of fear and unease. âYou wanna tell me how this is gonna work?â
You snort and he can almost see the playful smirk on your face. âI think you know how it works, Joel.â
âThatâs not what I mean,â he says, but canât fight off the smile that climbs onto his face and makes a home there. âBrat.â
âHm, I think I prefer the term princess.â
Joel laughs but thinks the name is real fitting. He can see why Tommy likes you so muchâcan understand why he wants to give you everything it is that you desire. Everything about you is so playful and carefree and innocent. Youâre just so sweet. A tooth-rotting confectionary.Â
âI donât know how itâll work,â you finally say. âIâve never done something like this before, but I know itâs what I want.â
Your conviction is reassuring. Both you and Tommy seem certain that this is the path you want to take, no unease to be found within either of you. But itâs not the physical that worries him. ItâsâŠeverything else. âAnâ what happens if it becomes something more? Sex is just sex until it isnât.â
He can hear the smile in your words as you ask, âYou worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?â
âIâm beinâ serious,â he insists. âTommy feels somethinâ for you. I know it and I think you probably do, too. I donât want to do this and ruin what the two of you have been workinâ on.â
âYou wonât ruin anything,â you insist. âAnd ifâŠif things do getâŠcomplicated, then weâll just take it day by day. No use in worrying about something that might not happen, right?â
Itâs such a naive way of thinking. Joel wishes he wouldnât have said no so quickly. Wishes, too, that you were a little different. Maybe if you werenât so sweet, so tempting, he wouldnât be so worried about âcatching feelings,â as youâd put it.
Your voice is quieter as you say, âFor what itâs worth, JoelâŠI like you, too.â
By the end of the phone call, you manage to convince him to consider it. To genuinely give the idea a shot, to weigh all the pros and cons. You promise not to be disappointed with either decision and though he knows the whole thing has been your idea, Joel believes you.
Several days later, Joel stops by with the intent to fix the creaky hinges on the door to the pool. But the moment he steps into the kitchen, Joel forgets all about the task at hand because he can hear your moans echoing through the house.
He follows them like a moth to a flame.
The door to your fatherâs bedroom is wide open. And in the center of the king-sized bed, covered with gray satin sheets, is you and Tommy.
Tommyâs turned away from the door, but youâre looking right at it. Looking right at Joel, as you bounce in his brotherâs lap. When your eyes connect with him, your pace only picks up, your moans only grow louder.
Joel watches, frozen in time, as you chase your release. Tommy swirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. You thread your fingers through his hair and moan his name but you stare right at Joel.
He canât breathe. Has suddenly forgotten the process of inhalation. Heâs seen you in your bikini but never like this, never completely bare. Youâre beautiful, Joel thinks. Beautiful in a godly way; a woman the poets write for, a woman the sculptors display in cathedrals.
You reach a hand between your bodies, circling your clit and arching your back.
The thought doesnât even cross Joelâs mind that he should leave, that he should give the two of you some privacy. It feels right that heâs here.Â
You grind yourself on Tommyâs cock and give Joel the sweetest, most innocent smile as you say, âItâs so big, youâre so deep. God, fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
Tommy grabs at the soft swell of your ass, lifting you just to slam you back down onto his lap. âYeah? Gonna cum all over this dick, princess?â
I prefer the term princess.
No need to wonder why, Joel thinks.
âMmhm, yes, yes, right there.â
âCan feel her gettinâ all messy,â Tommy says. âIf I knew youâd get this wet ridinâ me in your daddyâs bed I wouldâve said yes weeks ago, pretty girl.â
Joel knows the reason youâre all worked up has nothing to do with the location and everything to do with his eyes on you, but he stays silent. Stays still.
Even as he watches you fall apart on his brother's cock and soak the satin sheets beneath him. Even as Tommy does the thing that Joelâs been dreaming about every night for days, filling you up with his release.Â
He doesnât linger. He doesnât fix the creaky hinges, either.
Joel barely makes it back to his truck before heâs reaching into his jeans to stroke his cock, right there in the driveway in broad fucking daylight.
It only takes a few quick tugs before he covers his hand in sticky ropes of cum. He tries to catch his breath, wiping the mess youâve made of him onto his jeans and driving home ten over the limit. Before he makes it inside to shower and change, Joel sends a text message to both you and Tommy that reads; Okay. Iâm in. My place. Friday night at ten.
He tries not to think about it too much. Tries to go on about his work week like normal, going through the motions of making dinner each night and taking Sarah to school every morning with Tommy in the passenger seat.
They donât talk about it, though Joel can sometimes feel his brother staring at him a little too long as if thereâs something he wants to say. But he doesnât. They donât bring it up until after Joel drops Sarah off at her friendâs house for another weekend-long slumber party.Â
Tommy says, âIâm gonna take her out for dinner. Do you want to come with us? Could help break the ice a little. Loosen you up.â
He agrees, and instead of going home, they pick you up from your house. Youâre wearing a pleated blue skirt thatâs a little too short, but Joel thinks you look like something divine. Tommy helps you up into the truck, and everything starts to feel real the moment youâre sitting between them. Joel behind the wheel, Tommy on the passenger side.
You look so small in the center of the cab, surrounded by two brothers who possess nothing but longing for you. Like pretty prey caught in the clutches of two predators.
Joel has to readjust himself in his seat when you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Sweet. âMissed you,â you say. âYou look good. You both do.â
He doesnât comment on the fact that theyâre both still in their work attire; dirty blue jeans, sun-faded t-shirts, and muddy boots. Heâs surprised to hear your appreciation, considering how put together you always seem to be.
But maybe thatâs the appeal for you. The blue-collar archetype. Your daddy probably expects you to marry the son of one of his friends, just another rich boy.
If he could see you nowâŠ
Tommy slides his hand to the inside of your thigh and squeezes. âYou hungry, princess? Letâs get you somethinâ to eat.â
As much as he hates to admit when his brotherâs right, dinner works wonders for Joelâs nerves. The three of you talk the entire time; you tell Joel about your friends and the subjects youâre studying in that fancy college you got into on a full ride. Itâs not the one your father wanted you to attend, but itâs the one you wanted.
Even though he knows Tommy has heard it all before, he lets you and Joel have this moment. He sits beside you and smiles at you as you speak, eyes glued to the side of your face and full of adoration. Joel realizes then that he thinks his brother might be in love with you.
He gets it. Thinks it must have been a real easy fall.
Tommy slots himself in the conversation naturally. The two of you clue Joel in on some of your inside jokes and it doesnât feel weird at all. He doesnât feel left out like heâd worried he might be, and he doesnât feel jealous when you steal bites from Tommyâs plate because you steal things from Joelâs, too.
Itâs easy. Nothing feels forced, no conversation out of place.
Halfway through the meal, you switch sides of the booth and sit next to Joel instead. You lay your head on his shoulder and he holds your hand beneath the table and it feels right. Tommy smiles at the two of you and carries on with his story as if the dynamic youâve created has existed for years and not just hours.
When itâs time to go home, Joel finds that his nerves have completely vanished.
Tommy offers to drive. And heâs thankful for it because it allows him to focus on just you.
You take Joelâs hand and lay it in your lap, palm open. He shivers as you trace the lines in his hand. You ask him, âHow are you feeling?â
And the answer comes to him easily. âGood,â he says. âBetter.â
âTold you,â Tommy says, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. âSheâs a real good girl, Joel. Always does as sheâs told.â
Even though the sun is setting below the horizon, he can see the crimson that stains your cheeks and it brings a smile to his face. âSâthat right?â He takes your chin gently in his hand and forces you to look up at him. âYou a real good listener, sweetheart?â
âYeah, she is,â Tommy answers wistfully. âWhy donât you gââhead and give Joel some sugar, princess.â
You lean into Joelâs side, pressing a kiss to his jaw. It feels good just being close to you, holding you in his hands, but when you touch him, itâs something else entirely. An uncontrollable desire, an unfamiliar sort of decadence.
Joel cradles your face in his big hand, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and gently presses his lips to yours. Itâs soft at first, a tender curiosity. He kisses you again, a little more heated this time, and when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip you grant him access as if itâs second nature.Â
His tongue explores yours, tangling together, invading your sweet mouth. Joel thinks you taste a little like honey and a whole lot like fortuity. If you had asked him ten years ago if heâd ever imagined heâd be in this spot, tasting the inside of his brotherâs girlfriendâs mouth, Joel would have said it was a delusional thought.Â
Yet here he was, cock stiffening in his jeans from something as simple as a kiss. Like heâs some teenage boy, experiencing a woman for the first time.
But it is his first time experiencing you, and Joel knows thatâs what makes all the difference.Â
The kiss turns sloppy and desperate. And when your panting breaths turn to moans, Joel realizes Tommyâs hand on your thigh has disappeared beneath your skirt.
It surprises him, the magnitude of the moment. Joel would have thought heâd feel jealous somehow, envious that his brotherâs touching you and heâs not. But thereâs nothing but satisfaction to be found. Joel likes to see the dark look in your eye, likes to see your breath hitch in your throat.
He takes your legs and spreads them wide, draping your thigh over his, giving his brother more room to touch you.
âWhat do you think, brother? Think we should give her what she needs before we even get home?â
Your face is so close to his that your breath fans across his spit-covered lips as you say so beautifully, âPlease, Joel.â
A smirk finds its way to his mouth. âYou look so fuckinâ pretty when you beg, sweetheart,â he says. âSâthat what you want? Hm?â
You nod frantically, eyes pleading.
âHold your skirt up, baby,â Tommy instructs. And you do as he says without question, fabric bunching around your hips.Â
Joel canât deny the pleasure he finds in discovering youâre completely bare beneath. Even from his spot in the passenger seat, he can see how glossy your pussy is with arousal, desperate to be touched by both of them. âOhâŠlook at that, Tommy. She wants it bad, doesnât she?â
âAlways does, brother. Needy little thing. Sâwhy she needs the two of us,â Tommy says. His fingers trail lazily over your slit, a teasing caress. He presses his index finger against your clit and makes a satisfied hum, a sound that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. âCan feel your heartbeat right here, princess. Tell Joel what you want.â
âI want him to touch me,â you say, a little bit breathless. âWant him to make me cum while you kiss me. You taste so good, Joel. You make me so wet.â
The words donât sound filthy or obscene in your voice, despite how vulgar they are. Joel squeezes your jaw in his hand and delights in the way you grin when he says, âEyes on me, sweetheart. Wanna see the look on your face when he fills you up with his fingers.â
Youâre so pretty, Joel thinks. But itâs nothing compared to the way your pupils dilate as his brother stretches you open. Your lips part and Joel takes the opportunity to crush his mouth to yours, to taste the sweetness you possess.Â
He drinks up your moans as Tommy sets a steady pace between your thighs. Joel grabs the back of your knee with a rough hand and spreads your legs further apart. He can hear how wet you are, can feel the goosebumps as they form down the column of your throat.
Joel pulls away from your spellbinding kiss only to catch his breath. âHowâs it feel, baby? That feel good, hm? Tommy takinâ good care of you?â
âYes, yesâmmmâfuck. His hands are so big, feel so fucking good,â you whimper. One hand is clutching Joelâs shirt, holding on for dear life, and you move the other to rest on his cock. You gently knead it over his jeans, and he wonders if you can feel just how hard he is for you.
It doesnât take long until his brother has you trembling. Your thighs shake and a crease forms between your brows as you chase after the relief you seek.
He kisses you again, tongue brushing against yours, and when you breathe Joelâs name into his mouth he knows what you need before you even ask.Â
Slowly, experimentally, Joelâs hand on your knee travels upwards. Over the soft skin of your thigh, taking it all in, savoring youâand then his fingers are circling your clit while Tommyâs are shoved deep inside of you, curved to hit the perfect spot, and you come undone within seconds.Â
âOh, God, Tommy, Iââ
âI know, baby, itâs okay. Go ahead,â he says, giving you full permission.Â
The words are the last thing you need to reach the full height of euphoria. Youâre reduced to a trembling mess in his hands and Joel thinks this is so much better than his dreams. Better than standing in the doorway, watching you, wishing he could hold you.
âThatâs it,â Joel praises. âThere you go. Beinâ so good for us, sweetheart.â Wetness coats his fingers as he continues to circle your clit until your breath stutters in your chest. He kisses you hard as Tommyâs rhythm begins to slow, eventually stilling completely.Â
You wince as they both pull their hands away from you at the same time, a synchronized movement.Â
Tommy pulls the truck into Joelâs driveway and chuckles as he looks at you, skirt still hiked up around your hips, limbs boneless. He strokes the side of your face and kisses your hair. âYouâre alright, princess. Weâre just gettinâ started.â
Joel climbs out of the truck and adjusts your skirt, holding you with an arm around your waist to ensure your balance until both feet are on the ground. Tommy comes to your side and slides his hand into yours, handing Joel the keys.
While he works to unlock the front door, Joel canât help but smile at the sound of your sweet giggles. He looks over his shoulder to see his brother kissing your neck and grabbing your ass, and the two of you look so infatuated with one another that itâs intoxicating. A magnetism he canât help but be drawn to, a warmth he wants to embrace.
The minute you walk in the door youâve got your hands on Joel again. You slip them beneath his t-shirt and heâs thrilled to give you what you want. He pulls it off over his head, discarding it on the back of the couch, and lets out a pleased sigh as you begin peppering wet kisses over his chest, down his sternum, fingers grabbing needily at his skin.Â
Tommy stands behind you as you lower yourself to your knees between them. He runs his hands through your hair lovingly and says, âShow him what you do best, baby.â
You smile up at him and it takes Joelâs breath away. Heâs never seen someone so pleased to please him, never felt this wanted in all his life. The metal of his belt buckle clinks against the button of his jeans as you undo them, pulling down his zipper in a way thatâs familiar to you now.
When you pull his cock out, you wrap one hand around it and guide the tip to your mouth. Heâs so hard already that he aches, but the feel of your soft tongue on him grants him ease. You lick every inch of him, an indulgent sort of torture. And then youâre swallowing him down, creating a tight seal with your plush lips.
Your mouth feels like heaven, Joel thinks.
âLook at the way sheâs got her legs pressed together,â Tommy murmurs, thumb caressing your temple gently. âGets so turned on with a dick in her mouth she just doesnât know what to do with herself.â
âWeâre gonna take care of that for you,â Joel says, cupping your jaw in his hand. He shifts it a little lower and can feel the outline of his cock through your throat as you swallow him down, gasping for air you never once ask for. âGonna take care of everythinâ for you, sweetheart.â
Pleasure coils around his spine, a vise-like grip that threatens to end this night well before heâs ready for it.
Tommy grabs a handful of your hair and draws your head back. Strands of spit still connect you to him and drool runs down your chin. Itâs the most pornographic thing heâs ever seen. Tommy laughs and says, âI know, brother. Sâalmost too good.â
Joel knows it should be a strange thing to hear, but it feels innate. He helps you back to your feet and pulls your shirt over your head while Tommy unzips the back of your skirt and slides it down your legs.
You turn and wrap your arms around Tommyâs neck and he lifts you up in his arms like itâs second nature. Joel supposes it isâthe two of you have had a whole lot more practice together than he has. Tommy starts towards the stairs, heading towards Joelâs bedroom, but you let out a whine and reach out for him.
He canât deny how warm it makes him feel, seeing you all wrapped up in his brother but still reaching for his hand. The smile you give him the moment he touches you makes his heart constrict in his chest. Itâs such a soft, intimate moment, and Joel can think of nothing but your conversation on the phone last week.
You worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?
He wasnât a week ago. But nowâŠ? Now, heâs not so sure.
Tommy lays you down in the center of Joelâs bed and the sight of it pushes away his anxiety. Youâre so beautiful with your hair splayed out behind you, an angelic sort of halo. The thought crosses his mind that you might have always been meant to exist in his bed.
It feels like second nature to crawl over you, to let his hands roam over your chest, your ribs, your hips. Joel follows each caress with a kiss, mouth following the echo of his hands. He sucks a bruise into your hip, ensuring this moment is real with physical, tangible evidence.
When he gets to the crease of your thigh, Joel sits up and spreads your legs wide. âLook at that,â he whispers. Tommyâs pulling off his worn t-shirt and working on his jeans but pauses long enough to appreciate the sight of your pussy, glossy with arousal and what remains of your first release. âSheâs so fuckinâ pretty, ainât she?â
âYeah, she is,â Tommy agrees. âTasteâs real pretty, too.â He leans over and presses his mouth to yours, a messy, needy sort of kiss. You whimper as Tommy asks, âWhat dâyou think, princess? Think Joel should get a taste? Hm?â
âYes,â you say without hesitation. âI want it so bad, Tommy, please.â
âWant it, huh?â Joel slots himself between your thighs, his mouth an inch from where that ache resides. âMaybe we should make her wait a little longer, Tommy. Make her wait âtil she needs it.â
âNo, no, please,â you cry. You buck your hips, trying to find reprieve, but Joelâs hands on your waist hold firm. âI do, I do, I need it, Joel, please, please.â
He looks to his brother to make the decision. Tommyâs got a wicked grin on his face as he watches you writhe on Joelâs sheets. âThink youâve been real good today. But donât go forgettinâ your manners, princess. When Joel licks that pretty pussy of yours, you better say thank you.â
The moment he slides his tongue through your slit, your spine bends, arching off the mattress. Your shoulders slump and your breath comes fast. âOh my god,â you moan. âThank you, Joel, fuck.â
He tries to give you the same tentative treatment youâve given him; tracing every inch of you with the flat of his tongue, memorizing the sweet taste, sucking your clit into his mouth. He can feel it pulse with need, and Joel understands the fever.
Your thighs clamp down around his head but Joel doesnât mind. He just presses his mouth against you harder and flicks his tongue a little faster.
âTommy,â you whimper. Joel looks up to see your chest heave with each shaking breath. You reach out for his brother with trembling fingers.
âIâm comin', baby,â Tommy says softly. âDonât you worry.â The mattress dips beneath his weight as he kneels beside you. He cradles your head in his hand, supporting your neck while he eases his cock into your mouth.Â
Itâs the hottest thing Joel Miller has ever seen in his fucking life.
You grind yourself against his face and he supplies the friction you seek. Arousal coats his facial hair, enveloping his senses in nothing but you. Your moans, your taste, your scentâyou, you you. He thinks heâll never want it any other way but this.
Tommy guides your mouth with a hand wrapped in the tangled strands of your hair. He fucks your face and you whimper around his cock like thereâs nothing else in the world that could ever compare. He smiles down at you and says, âYouâre gonna make her cum, Joel. Can you feel it? Getâs real sloppy when sheâs right there, right on the edge.â
Joel groans against you and focuses his mouth on your clit, giving him just enough room to slip a finger inside you to massage that sweet spot.
You stretch your arms above you and fist your hands in the sheets. When you reach the summit, Joel can feel it on his tongue, can feel your pussy tighten around his finger, can feel your thighs shake around his head.
Tommy pulls your head back, giving you a moment to breathe as another orgasm surges through you. Your moans echo in Joelâs room, the prettiest-sounding symphony heâs ever heard. âGood fuckinâ girl,â Tommy praises, just as breathless as you. âBeinâ such a good girl for us, baby.â
Joel doesnât relent, doesnât stop licking your clit until youâre giggling and twisting in his hands at the overstimulation. You sound so satisfied, so happy. It pleases him to see the elation on your face. When he finally pulls away, Joel snakes his arms beneath you and pulls you up to your knees. âSo good,â Joel agrees. âBut sheâs gonna give us another one, arenât you, sweetheart?â
All you can do is nod and it makes both brothers laugh.
âSheâs usually got so much to say,â Tommy teases. âThink weâve got her fucked dumb, brother.â
âThatâs alright,â Joel whispers. âWeâll do all the thinkinâ for her, hm? Take such good care of this sweet little pussy. Turn around, baby. On your hands and knees.â
You do as he says blissfully, ass arched beautifully on display for him. Tommy maneuvers himself in front of you and you take him in your mouth on instinct. Second nature, habitual.
Joel positions himself behind you and slides the head of his cock through your slit. âThis what you want, sweet girl? This what you dream of?â
Leaning back, you stroke Tommy with your hand and look up at him as you answer Joelâs question. âYes,â you say. âI havenât stopped thinking about it since I saw you. Knew I needed you, Joel. Knew I needed you both.â
âThreeâs a crowd, princess,â Tommy says. âBut I think I like this one.â
Joelâs inclined to agree. He pushes into you slowly, sighing in contentment at the gratifying tightness. Youâre so wet, so warm. âGoddamn, baby,â he groans, gripping the supple flesh of your ass to keep himself tethered to earth, to keep himself grounded.Â
Tommy holds your face in his hands, smoothing his cock over your lips. âOh, she likes it, Joel,â he says. âShould see her face. Can I take a picture, baby? So Joel can see how happy you look with his dick all up in your guts? Hm?â
The words are crude but Joel can feel you tighten around him as Tommy speaks. âMmhm,â is all you can say, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of Tommyâs cock.
He reaches over to the nightstand where his cell phone sits. Tommy angles his phone just right, and the shutter echoes in the room as he takes his photos.
Joel pushes into you real slow. And when heâs buried to the hilt you let out a gasp and hold onto Tommyâs thigh for support, balance wavering. âIt feels so fucking good,â you say.
Tommy takes a couple more photos, tries a couple of different angles. But Joel thinks no image will ever beat the one in front of him.
He watches your pussy stretch to make room for him, watches you soak his cock, desperate for it. Tilting his hips forward, Joel sets a steady pace, easily finding a rhythm that has you moaning out his name.Â
Satisfied with his work, Tommy sets his phone back on the nightstand in favor of the filthy exhibit before him. He guides his cock back to your mouth, groaning at the feel of your tongue.Â
Joel thrusts into you and feels that coil begin to form around the base of his spine again.
Youâre moaning around Tommyâs cock and heâs smiling like thereâs no place else heâd rather be. Joel understands that, tooâbecause he thinks youâre the most perfect girl that could have ever stumbled into their lives. âSâthis what you needed, princess? Needed us both, hm? Dirty little girl.â
âOur girl,â Joel muses, captivated by the way you squeeze him as he says it. He fits so perfectly inside you, like you were made for him, made for this. âStretchinâ her out so easy, brother. Sweet little pussyâs just cryinâ for it.â
Tommyâs head falls back and his hips stutter. âJust like that, princess,â he praises gently. âYeah, shitâgonna swallow it all like a good little girl, ainât you?âÂ
You make a sound of approval at the back of your throat. Joel can see you look up at his brother, cock-drunk and starry-eyed, and he feels his chest pull tight with a strange sense of pride.
Joel slows his pace just a little, long enough for Tommy to take what he needs from you, for you to focus on just him. And then heâs breathing hard as he holds your head still, nose pressed against his navel. His shoulders draw tight and then gradually relax as he spills his release at the back of your throat.Â
When Tommy pulls out of you, his cock is covered in spit and cum but you do as he says, dutifully swallowing it all up like the perfect girl you are. And you even clean any remaining mess with your tongue, licking it up with sweet reverence.
Heâs closeâso close it aches, but he wants you to give him another before this is other. Wants to make it worth your while, wants to know how it feels to make you cum while heâs buried deep inside you.Â
You arch your back and press your cheek against the mattress, looking back at Joel from over your shoulder.
Tommy moves to your side, smoothing your hair out of your face with one hand, and then he slips the other beneath you and circles your clit with skilled, deft fingers.
The response is instantaneous. Joel can feel your pussy pulse around him, sees the strain on your face as you fight the pleasure. You say his brother's name like a prayer shrouded in ecstasy.
But Tommy just shakes his head. âNah, princess. Ainât up to me this time. You gotta ask Joel permission.â
He doesnât understand at first, this almost silent communication between the two of you. But then you say, âJoel, please. Please please, I need to cum so bad, it feels too good.â
You sound so fucking pretty, begging for him like that. âBeen so goodâŠI think youâve earned it,â he says gently. âGo âhead, sweetheart.â
Tommy continues to circle your clit as you clench around Joelâs cock, uttering quiet praises in your ear.Â
You tighten around him and Joelâs right there, right thereâand then you say, âCum with me, Joel, please. Cum with me, I wanna feel it.â
And it sends him over the edge. His name in your mouth, begging him to fill you up. He buries himself so deep inside you that thereâs no telling where he ends and you begin, and itâs the best orgasm heâs ever had in his fucking life.Â
You shudder beneath him and Joel leans forward, pressing his forehead to your spine. He thrusts into you until the last drop, giving you all of it, giving you everything he has to offer.
As you come down, Tommy pulls his hand from beneath you and combs his fingers through your hair. Heâs got that stupid grin on his face, but Joelâs not sure heâs ever seen his brother this happy before.Â
The three of you just lay there for a moment, saying nothing, unmoving, basking in the afterglow. Joelâs not quite sure how heâs meant to navigate this, not sure what heâs supposed to say or how heâs supposed to feel about the fact that the best sex heâs ever had was with his brotherâs little girlfriend.Â
But he does know how to take care of a woman. So, he does. Joel eases himself out of you and disappears for only long enough to find a washcloth, wet it with cool water from the bathroom sink, and grab an icy bottle of water from the fridge.Â
When he returns to his bedroom, Tommy holds you in his arms while you speak to him in a hushed tone. It worries him a little, truthfully.
So when Joel sits on the side of his bed to clean the light sheen of sweat off your forehead and the mess between your legs, he asks, âEverythinâ okay?â
âEverythingâs good. So, so good,â you answer easily, giving him one of those honeyed smiles.
Tommy takes the bottle of water from Joelâs hand and breaks the seal. âDrink,â he says, passing it to you. And you do, listening so obediently.
But the moment your hands are free again you say, âJoel? Can I ask you something?â
âAnything,â he says. And he means it. Whatever it is you need, whatever it is you want, Joel wants to give to you. Heâs come to understand his brother in this, too.
âDo you think youâd want toâŠI donât know. Maybe we could do it again?â
He laughs. Genuinely, truly laughs, because Tommyâs been right this whole time. Youâre insatiable.
But you quickly amend your words. Saying, âI mean, notâŠnot now. But maybeâŠmaybe I could stay? For the weekend?â
Joel finds the thought of you leaving at the end of the night an unbearable one. And he knows heâll likely feel the same once Sunday evening rolls around, and heâs not quite sure what that means for him or you or TommyâŠbut maybe itâs not something he has to worry about today.Â
He kisses your forehead and says, ââCourse you can, sweetheart.â
And then youâre reaching for him again, urging him beneath the sheets. You lay your head on Joelâs chest and drape your leg over Tommyâs hip, and you look so at ease, so peaceful that his heart constricts at the sight. Youâre so good, so sweet, and Joel thinks heâd do anything to keep you happy.
Later, as your soft snores and shallow breaths fill the silence, Tommy playfully kicks Joel in the shin and says, âAinât no use tryinâ to talk yourself off the ledge, brother. Easier to just enjoy the freefall. Take it day by day.â
Joel thinks his brother might be right. Thinks that this might get complicated and messy and dangerousâŠbut for now, for todayâŠheâll savor the sugary sweetness while it lasts.
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JOELâS VISIT | Bad Blood Extra | 3,8k
Summary: Joel pays you a visit and makes your night unforgettable.
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel is in his late 40s), step uncle!Joel is a warning in himself, stepdad Tommy makes an appearance (kinda), fingering, ass play, anal, sex toy, spit as lube, pussy slapping, cum eating, creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, alcohol consumption, swearing.
A/n: written as a naughty bday present for my love @milla-frenchy đ„ł happy birthday, baby!đđ©· ILY! Hope youâll enjoy my little giftâ€ïž and Joelâs huge giftđđđ
Pics are only for the mood. Reader has no specific physical description. Reader wears a skirt. Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive
Series Masterlist || MASTERLIST || Millaâs MASTERLIST
You step into your favorite bar in your college town and search for him. You notice the familiar broad shoulders far away from the crowd and saunter there, on the way turning heads of the other patrons but you donât care about them. As if by a magnet youâre being pulled to the man, whoâs sipping whiskey in a dark corner booth. Joel Miller.
You hate to admit it but you really missed the fucker. Missed his rough hands, his dirty words, his assholish attitude. No one else can make your blood boil like that but the hate you often feel towards him morphs into passion so fast that you wonder if your relationship is meant to be. As toxic as they are, you've never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. Except your stepdad Tommy of course.
Right now Joelâs in the dog house. Youâre still fuming over his intention to fuck someone with the hard on YOU gave him. So you donât sit next to him and instead settle in front of the man at the booth.
Joel looks up from his drink and a smirk tugs at his lips, shining with drops of whiskey.
âHey, uncle Joel,â you greet him with a reserved smile. Heâs wearing a denim vest with a white tank top underneath and his huge arms make your heart skip a beat. Why does he always look so delicious?
âHello, angel.â
His eyes slide down to your lips and then cleavage, with your tits almost spilling out of your top by design. He adjusts himself before asking,
âDoncha wanna give your favourite uncle a kiss?â
âNot really,â you reply as your eyes are boring into him.
He huffs a laugh and rubs his scruffy cheek.
âBeing a cold bitch doesnât suit you, baby. I prefer you needy and with my cock between your pretty lips.â
You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your mouth waters at his words.
âItâs a health issue, Joel. I donât wanna catch anything after you fucked every hole in Austin.â
Joelâs brows rise up and he leans forward, planting his elbows on the table. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you ogle his arms and shoulders.
âOh, little slutâs jealous.â
You cross your arms making your breasts almost jump out of your top and lie,
âNo, Iâm not.â
He narrows his eyes at you and takes a sip of his whiskey before talking again.
âHereâs a thing, angel. You can keep Tommyâs balls in a cute box under your bed. I donât care. But ya definitely not getting mine.â
You scoff and he leans back against the seat.
âSo letâs make it clearâ I fuck whoever I want whenever I want.â
You clench your jaws as anger and jealousy squeeze your throat.
For some time you two sit in silence, the air between you electrified and heavy.
Finally Joel gets up with a grunt and you look up at him scared that he might leave, abandon you, but to your relief he comes up to your seat and plops down next to you. He turns to you slightly and puts his huge arm on the backrest behind you. Heâs so close that it feels like a hug. His scent immediately envelops you and you gush as if on command.
âLook at me,â Joel gruffs but you keep staring ahead of yourself.
âLook. At. Me.â
The steel in his rumbling voice makes you throb and you turn your face to him, hiding your true emotions, your expression angry and cold.
âIâve had a shitty day, angel. Donât make it worse.â
He sounds serious and you furrow your brows with worry.
âWhat happened?â
Joel grabs his drink and finishes it. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and talks to the empty glass.
âPaid Jess a visit today. Tommy left some stuff at your⊠her house.â
âWhy didnât he go himself?â you ask, feeling a pang of sadness that Tommy didnât tell you anything.
Joel laughs.
âI donât think he wants to meet your dear mother. He fucked her daughter on their marital bed. She ainât exactly waiting for him there with open arms.â
âAnd you? Iâm sure she wasnât happy to see you either.â
âI donât give a fuck. The bitch can curse me out all she wants. Tommyâs just too good of a guy. Feels bad.â
âWhatever,â you grumble.
Your gaze drops and you sit quietly, deep in your thoughts. Does Tommy feel bad about what happened? If so does he regret your relationship? Does he regret you?
âHey,â Joel calls and you immediately look up at him, noticing a trace of softness in his voice. âTommy asked me to give you something.â
âWhat?â
Joel turns to you more, his thigh presses against yours, and he brings his hand to your jaw. He pinches your chin and slowly leans down.
You slightly open your mouth, welcoming him, and he kisses you. In a second heâs licking into your mouth with passion, claiming you in front of everyone, and you melt, tasting whiskey and cigarettes on his hot tongue. He grabs the back of your head and devours your mouth, swallowing your needy whimpers as his other hand settles on your bare thigh, close to your naked pussy under the short skirt. He squeezes your leg and, feeling how much he wants you, you gush more. Your soft moans are drowned in a sea of chatter and music at the bar. It takes just a few seconds of this, of him, to make your pussy uncomfortably wet. Your core is crying for more and you open your legs wider, signaling him to touch you.
Joelâs plush lips part from yours as he mumbles,
âHereâs my needy slut.â
You reply with a flirty smile and press your body closer to his.
âTake me to a motel. Want you to fuck me like one of your cheap hookers.â
You drag your nose up his neck and Joel groans, roughly kneading your thigh.
âMy sweet niece needs to get railed, uh? Dontcha have some fuck boy on standby at your dorm?
âI donât cheat on daddy,â you whisper against his neck.
âOh?â
âItâs ok if itâs you. Itâs different.â
Joel huffs and then his expression gets serious.
âI canât do motel today, baby. Need to get going.â
âAlready?â you whine, pouting your lips.
âYeah. Have work tomorrow. And if I get you all to myself in a room I wonât be able to stop fucking ya for at least a week.â
You smile and playfully bite the skin of his neck, before purring, âSounds good.â
Your pussy is tingling for him and you desperately need to alleviate the ache.
âPlease, Joel,â you sit straight and plead, batting your lashes at him. âI miss your big cock so much.â
Joel's wolfish grin makes your clit throb with the beat of your heart. Your tactics seem to work because he adjusts his big bulge and groans,
âMy truck. Now.â
You canât get up fast enough and then hurry to the exit, feeling Joelâs eyes on your swaying ass.
The parking lot is dark, illuminated only by one street light, and almost empty except for a few cars. Joel motions to his truck and you shiver when you walk there but not because of the cold. The culprit is an anticipation of his hands on your body, his cock deep inside you.
Before getting in you stop with your back to your step uncle.
âWanna show you something.â
You bend over slightly and then lift your skirt. He sees your bare ass and you hear a whistle.
âJuicy.â He grabs your asscheeks but you swat his hands away.
âNo, Joel. Wait.â
You push your ass out and spread your cheeks so he could see a pink jeweled butt plug, shaped like a heart.
âFuck, angel, this for me? Been training your ass to take my big dick?
âYeah. I thought you might miss it.â
You sigh when he presses his whole frame to yours. His big hands start kneading your naked cheeks and he licks the side of your neck and sucks a hickey into your delicate skin.
âTommy asked me to leave this as a message for everyone.â
âWhatâs the message?â You breathe out, grinding your butt against Joelâs bulge.
âThis pussyâs taken. Youâre ours.â
You moan, reveling in the possessiveness of the brothers and the sensation of Joelâs heavy body, pressing you against the truck, and youâre slowly but surely drenching your inner thighs. Soon the need overtakes any pride you have left.
âFuck me, Joel. Fuck my ass. Please.â
âSure, angel,â he growls, taking a step back, and pulls you off the truck. âInside. On your back.â
You do as youâre told, drunk with desire and excitement, and lie down on the faux leather seat at the back of the car. Joel settles between your thighs and throws your left ankle on his shoulder, opening you up for him.
âYou often fuck here?â you ask, noticing how fast he found a comfortable position.
He replies with a smirk, âNo, only on special occasions.â
You shoot him a playful wink.
âAww. Iâm flattered.â
âYa should be. Iâll probably spend ages cleaning everything off your slick, little slut.â
âFuck you,â you giggle and spread your thighs wider, as he grabs your hips and lifts them a little.
The hem of your skirt slides to your waist and Joel leers at your exposed pussy. In the almost dark car his eyes are glinting like those of a predator in a night forest. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his handsome features, accentuated by the dim yellow glow from the outside.
Joel seems to be mesmerized by you too.
âHere she is. Wet little pussy.â
He covers your cunt with his big hand and you shiver when his warm palm squeezes your cold folds.
A gasp crawls up your throat as Joel begins playing with your slippery cunt, drawing soft moans from youâhe slides his fingers over your lips, massages your mound, lightly grazes your eager clit and when he lowers his hand and brushes the pink heart of your butt plug, you buck your hips, calling for him to take you.
His light ministrations feel so good you might cry but they are not enough to satiate your thirst so you yank the neckline of your top down and start kneading your naked breasts.
âFuck, angel, never met anyone this horny and cock hungry.â
You donât reply, fully lost in the sensations, but Joel demands your attention by flicking your clit and you cry out as a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shoots through your body.
âJoelllll,â you whine but then a hazy smile blooms on your face and your step uncle notices it.
âHow could I forget that my little niece likes a lil bit of pain with her pleasure? Dirty fucking girl.â
You smirk and Joel continues,
âI see you clenching your holes, baby. That pretty plug of yours nearly jumped out of your asshole. Letâs make it dance.â
Suddenly he slaps your pussy with an open palm and you whine,
âFuck, Joel.â Your body jerks and all your muscles contract. His hot palm lands on your blooming cunt again and again, the strokes light but precise and sharp. Your soft moans fill the truck, sometimes interrupted by Joelâs encouragement.
âDoing good, angelâ ya know ya deserve itâlook at ya asshole sucking in the plugâ your pussyâs winking at meâcan ya come like that, baby?â
Through the lustful fog in your head, you barely register what he wants from you but when you do, your fingers start twitching your nipples, pushing yourself closer to the edge.
Slapâslapâslap, Joel spanks your slicked puffy folds and when his wet hand hits your clit just right, you cry out. Your head dips into the seat, your back arches as you come undone from Joelâs rough caress and he praises,
âYeah, like that, angel. Good fucking slut.â
It takes you some time to stop trembling and when your limbs and body relax, you find Joelâs obsidian eyes drinking in every sign of your ecstasy.
âThat wasâŠWow. Never came from spanking before.â
ââs weird considering what a bratty bitch you can be. Iâd think every second lover wants to slap your cunt.â
You smirk and flutter your eyes shut, still melting after experiencing such an incredible pleasure.
But they immediately snap open when you feel your butt plug move. You see Joelâs eyes glued to your puckered hole, held open by the jeweled toy.
âJoel?â Your voice is strained by the overwhelming sensation of the plug shifting its position inside you and you lift yourself on your elbows to see what heâs doing.
âI really missed your tight hole, angel. Very. Much.â
Joel empathizes each word by moving the plug in and out of your asshole. It glides smoothly, covered with lube and now your slick. You bite your lip, and whimper at the sight and feeling of your tight hole, stretching around the shiny head of the plug and then clamping around its base.
âDamn,â Joel mumbles to himself, as his fingers leave the plug and he begins unbuckling his belt. âYour assholeâs drenched by your needy pussy. Might do without lube.â
âYeah, Joel, fuck me raw. âs ok if it burns a little.â
âShit, angel. Naughty slut. Look what ya doing to me.â
Joel unzips his jeans and tugs them down and your eyes are graced with the sight of his huge hard cock. The tip looks like a fat shiny lollipop and you almost drool seeing it bob over your naked cunt.
âLetâs replace the toy with something better, babyâ.
Joelâs hand confidently wraps around the base of his stiff manhood while the other pulls on the plug. Your asshole clenches around it tightly, not letting it go, but Joel slowly slides it out and your ring closes.
Your chest is heaving with a mixture of excitement and nerves as Joel slides his cock between your soaked folds, wetting it, and then nudges your asshole with his leaking tip. He pushes in and you take a deep breath to relax but your hole is too tight.
âCâmon, little slut, relax for me.â
âYeah,â you nod obediently and lie back down, looking up and trying to relax your muscles.
ââs like that, open up for me, angel. Youâve taken me before.â
âYeah, but ⊠when I took your huge dick Tommy was there. He knows how to make me relax.â
You find Joelâs obsidian eyes, and then look down at his lips. The man scoffs.
âI ainât gonna smooch ya forehead, baby. And âgood girlâ for sure ainât about you, little slut. So letâs try something else.â
Suddenly you feel Joelâs cock bump into your hardened clit. You whimper, hazy eyes locked with Joelâs, and he drops his head and starts drawing circles over your sensitive bud with his slippery tip.
âYa like when I do this?â
âYeah.â
âGood, breathe, baby. Unclench for me. Uncle wants to ruin your tight ass.â
Heâs swirling your clit for some time and when the sensation of him, massaging your pussy, brings you close to the second climax, he slides his cock down to your crack and pushes into your tight ring.
With a gasp you feel your asshole give in as he inserts his mushroom head inside your ass, slowly but assertively. Your nails dig into the faux leather of the seat while Joel groans and closes his eyes and you watch his handsome weathered face twist in pleasure.
âFuckkk,â he growls and your heart sings, seeing him enjoy your body that much. Not minding the dull pain and the feeling of fullness, you whisper,
âDeeper, Joel. Want your whole cock in my ass.â
He opens his eyes and smirks at you,
ââCourse, angel. Gonna use you so good, you wonât be able to sit for a week.â
His promise should probably make you nervous but lust has completely taken over your body and mind so you bend your legs and press them to your sides, submitting your body to him like an offering.
Joelâs huge hands grab your asscheeks, he spreads them and holds you open before rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you.
Heâs grunting and groaning while youâre breathing in and out steadily, opening up for him more and more. Letting him claim the deepest part of you.
Soon Joel bottoms out with a satisfied sigh and stops his movement.
âLook at that, angel. My dickâs fully inside ya ass.â His eyes are focused on the place where heâs sheathed inside you. âFuck, Iâm so happy Tommy married your mother. It brought me here.â
He chuckles and drops his head back in pleasure and you lift on your elbows to see the way you are joined and watch your asshole flex around the base of his cock.
âYeah, glad we met, Joel. Now can you please move?â You whine, desperately needing more. Joel doesnât make you wait- he grabs your hips tighter and slowly pulls his cock out almost to the tip and then slams it back inside as you moan and grab onto the seat.
He starts off slow, rhythmically moving his stiffness inside your ass, then pulls out his glistening shaft half way out of you, spits on it, and plunges back in your canal. You moan as the wetness adds to the pleasure, coursing through your body, and soon your sweet sounds and Joelâs groans fill the inside of the truck.
You whine your step uncleâs name and your hand slithers down to your cunt.
âWhat is it, little slut? Aw, your needy pussyâs lonely,huh?âJoel mocks, through gritted teeth, and you gloat inside thinking that he must have a real hard time trying not to burst inside you.
But you decide to be a good girl for him so you bite your lip, pull your eyebrows together and nod.
âYouâre cute, letâs fill your sloppy hole too then.â
Joel leans down and brings his index and middle fingers to your mouth.
âMake âem all nice and wet, angel.â
You smile and take his thick digits between your lips and lick them, glide your tongue over his skin, coating it in your saliva.
When Joel decides itâs enough, he pulls them out and straightens, slowing down his thrusts.
With his cock deep in your ass, he pushes two of his fingers into your crying pussy and you both watch both of your holes being spread wide around Joel.
âFuck, Iâm so full. Your fingers are like another cock inside me.â
âYa welcome,â he mumbles and starts fucking both of your entrancesâ your ass with his cock, your pussy with his hand.
If you were enjoying yourself before now youâre in heaven.
âYes, Joel, donât stop,â you moan and the man growls in response. His thick and long cock in your ass takes so much room that your pussy channel feels tighter, his fingers stimulate you so much better, that in no time your walls start contracting around his fingers. Squelching sounds of your weeping cunt makes Joel fuck into your holes faster and soon you unravel under his ministrations, crying out his name and arching your back off the seat. Youâre trembling all over, cock dumb, pleasure drunk, biting your puffy lips and leaving scratches on the seat.
When you relax and melt under the man, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and slowly thrusting into your ass, lets you clean them up.
âLick it off, angel, be a good girl.â
You lazily taste yourself and then he covers your body with his, pressing you into the seat, his hips flush with your asscheeks.
âGonna come soon, baby. Gimme some sugar.â
With that he kisses you passionately and begins hammering into your ass, reaching the deepest spot inside you, feverishly chasing his climax.
Seizing this moment of unity with him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him tight, while your tongues are moving against each other. Youâre gladly letting him take everything from you and soon his muscles tense under your touch and he makes a few hard thrusts and then moans into your mouth and begins spurting ropes of hot cum inside you. Heâs filling you up to the brim, his throbbing cock moving in and out of your tight canal, pushing his cum deeper into your stretched ass.
Youâre nuzzling his cheek, tasting his skin with your tongue, and the overwhelming feelings in your chest make you forget your complicated relationship with the man stuffing you so well and you purr his name into his ear, softly, gently, pouring so much into these four letters. Joel locks eyes with you, while his cock still twitches inside you from time to time.
His gaze is relaxed, soft and satisfied, rid of the usual sharpness, mockery, guard.
Your throat squeezes and your breath hitches when you realize that youâre staring at someone else, someone deep inside Joel you know and before he disappears, hides behind the wall, you kiss him gently, hug him close, and he gives you all of that back.
A few minutes later Joelâs tucking his cock back into his jeans, groaning about your slick and scratches all over the seat. The asshole is back.
âMaybe ya wanna lick off your mess, angel?â
âFuck off,â you snap, fixing your clothes, and then get into the front of the truck and carefully sit down on the passenger seat. Your ass is sore and plugged up again with Joelâs cum inside. âA warm farewell gift for ya,â he laughed.
âGoing raw was a mistake,â you complain with a hiss and watch him get behind the wheel with a lit cigarette between his lips.
âTake me to the dorm,â you command and Joel glares at you without moving.
âPlease, uncle Joel,â you bat your lashes with exaggeration and he starts the car.
You immediately take out your phone and call Tommy.
âHey, baby.â
âDaddy! Guess who just fucked my ass!â You chirp with excitement into the speaker.
You hear Tommy chuckling, Joel curses and smiles at you.
âI need the details, baby.â
You give Joel a wink and start talking.
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Dbf! Joel Miller x female reader
"God loves you but not enough to save you,"
summary: In the small town near Austin, Texas, you are trapped in a life of rigid expectations and silent suffering. As the preacher's daughter, you endure the mental and physical abuse of your father while your mother, bound by obedience, offers quiet love. Your longing for a father's warmth finds an unexpected solace in Joel Miller, your father's best friend and neighbor. In Joel's presence, you discover a forbidden sanctuary, where your yearning heart is met with a gentle strength you've never known.
warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, AU, No outbreak. (TW) mentions of substance abuse/alcohol use disorder, adult content, religion abuse, violence, blood gore, mentions of death, sexual abuse, sexual content, domestic violences, ped0ph!l1a, cann1bal!sm, human traff1ck1ng, dad's best friend!Joel, HUGE age gap (i will not specify her exact age, but she's legal and Joel is 49), daddy issues, mentions of toxic family dynamic, Joel is widowed, Ellie is 16, angst, smut A LOT, forbidden relationship, soft and protective Joel, innocent and pure reader. your last name is Gibson. any other details will be explain throughout the story. inspired by the album Preacher's daughter by Ethel Cain and also mix with lana del rey vibes.
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â to my love, Joel.
,...found you just to tell you that I made it real far, i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did.
while you were torn apart, i would still wait with you there.
don't think about it too hard, honey. or you'll never sleep a wink at night again.
and don't worry about me and these green eyes,
baby, just know that i love you. and i'll see you when you get here.
i love you forever, Joel... â
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Chapter 1: "But I always knew in the end, no one was coming to save me,"
Chapter 2: "Because that's how my daddy raised me,"
Chapter 3: "I watched him show his love through shades of black and blue"
Chapter 4: "He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro reds,"
Chapter 5: "Because for the first time since I was a child, I could see a man who wasn't angry,"
Chapter 6: "Let him make a woman out of me,"
Chapter 7: "You wanna fuck me right now?"
Chapter 8: "The fates already fucked me sideways,"
Chapter 9: "Christ, forgive these bones I'm hiding,"
Chapter 10: "and that's why I could never go back home,"
Chapter 11: "I don't care where as long as you're with me,"
Chapter 12: "If it's meant to be, then it will be."
Chapter 13: "Beautiful people, beautiful problems."
Chapter 14: "You put your hands into your head, and then smile cover your hearts."
Chapter 15: "Something's bad is 'bout to happen to me,"
Chapter 16: "Tag, you're it."
Chapter 17: "If he's a serial killer then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?"
Chapter 18: "He's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed"
Chapter 19: "Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise,"
Chapter 20: "You poor thing, sweet, mourning lamb. There's nothing you can do."
Chapter 21: "If we die tonight, I'd died yours."
Chapter 22: "I'm always going to be right here, no one's going anywhere"
-THE END-
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Summary: New series! Joel Miller couldnât stand you, and you werenât exactly fond of him either. Yet somehow, fate seemed determined to weave your lives together, no matter how much you resisted.
TW: just mean!joelmiller - 4.8k words eee enjoyyy
Chapter One
You and Joel Miller were not friends. Not at all.
Ever since Joel Miller had entered Jackson, there had been somethingâsomething you couldnât quite nameâthat kept him at armâs length from you. It wasnât just indifference or distance; it was as though every time you were near, it set off an invisible alarm in him, a deep, simmering irritation that crackled in the air between you.
You didnât understand it.
It felt personal in a way that made no sense, as if just being around him was enough to make him want to leave the room.
And you had no idea why.
Sure, Joel was a gruff man, with his trademark stoicism and hard edges. Everyone knew that. He was someone who struggled to connect, someone with walls so high youâd wonder if heâd ever learned how to take them down.
But slowly, after a few months in Jackson, Joel had softened. Not by much, but just enough.
Youâd see him offering small smiles to the townsfolk, his weathered hands occasionally helping out with a chore, his nods of acknowledgment more frequent. He wasnât friendly, exactly, but he was warming up to the people around him. Jackson, with all its noise and community, had chipped away at his rough exterior.
But with you? Joel Miller remained a brick wall.
He didnât smile at you. He didnât wave or nod. He didnât even make eye contact unless it was absolutely necessary. Every interaction felt like walking on thin ice, a sharpness to his silence that made the air between you ache with discomfort. The warmth youâd see in him, the small flickers of humanity that everyone else seemed to coax out? They evaporated the second his gaze found yours, as if all the walls that had softened for others came crashing back up around you.
It wasnât just confusing. It stung.
What made it worse was that you couldnât figure out why. You were well-liked in Jackson. You had a reputation for being kind, caring, funnyâcharismatic in a way that drew people in without much effort on your part. People sought you out. You were the type of person others trusted, the one who could make a tense moment lighter with just a smile. You knew how to connect with people, how to build friendships that were rooted in something real. You had friends everywhereâTommy, Maria, the patrol groupsâand wherever you went, you fit in.
But not with Joel Miller.
With Joel, it felt like no matter what you did, you could never find your footing. He didnât laugh at your jokes, didnât seem to care about the easy rapport you had with everyone else. If anything, his coldness made you doubt yourself, made you second-guess every interaction, every conversation. You, who had always been so sure of your ability to connect, were suddenly questioning everything.
You could still remember the day Joel arrived in Jackson, Ellie by his side, both of them looking weathered and wary. There was something raw in the way Joel had embraced Tommy, a kind of relief that softened the edges of his usual guarded self. For a moment, he had looked so vulnerable, so unburdened by the weight of the world, that youâd thought, maybe, just maybe, weâll get along. After all, if Tommy loved him, how hard could it be?
Tommy had been so excited to introduce you two. You were one of his closest friends in Jackson, practically family, and heâd pulled you aside that day, a wide grin on his face as he said, âI canât wait for yâall to meet, I know youâll get along great.â There had been such hope in his voice, such warmth. It had made you smile, had made you eager to get to know Joel. You had thought of all the ways your bond with Tommy would naturally extend to Joelâhow youâd become this little trio of friends, tied by loyalty and time.
But it hadnât happened that way.
Instead, from the very first moment you and Joel had locked eyes, something had been off. You couldnât pinpoint when, exactly, it shifted, but as the months wore on, the gap between you seemed to widen. You couldnât understand what you had done to push him so far away, but whatever it was, it felt irrevocable. It was as if, in Joelâs eyes, you had done something unforgivable before you even had the chance to know him.
Tommyâs words echoed in your mind sometimes, taunting you with their false promise: You guys will get along great.
You remembered the first time you had met Joelâit had been one of those evenings meant to feel light and warm, filled with laughter and food. Maria had invited you to Tommy and hers for dinner, a small gathering, just family and close friends. The kitchen had smelled like garlic and rosemary, the scents swirling around you as you helped plate the dishes while Maria buzzed beside you, chatting about the latest updates in town.
Then you heard the door creak open, the murmur of low voices carrying into the kitchen. Joel and Ellie had arrived, their figures framed by the dying evening light streaming through the doorway. There was something comforting in how they stoodâa familiarity, an ease that only family can share. Tommyâs laugh rang out, hearty and genuine, as he clapped his brother on the shoulder, leading him into the room.
âHey, Maria,â Joelâs voice cut through the airâgruff, grounded, with a depth that seemed to echo from the very walls of the house. And then, Tommy turned to you with that warm brotherly smile of his, introducing you.
Youâd smiledânervous but friendlyâextending a hand as you offered a casual greeting. âHi, itâs so nice to finally meet you, Joel.â
A light-hearted joke about the food had slipped from your lips, something meant to fill the space, to break the silence, to ease the unfamiliarity. But Joel had only stared for a heartbeat too long, his hand moving to shake yours with a grip that felt as solid and immovable as stone. There had been no warmth, no softness in his eyes, no smile to meet your own. It was as if your presence unsettled him, a chill descending between you two in that brief exchange. You had felt it thenâthe distance, the resistance.
And it only grew from there.
Through the evening, you had tried. Tried to coax him into the conversation with little remarks, to pull him in through laughter and lighthearted banter. Ellie had laughed, her bright smile flickering like sunshine breaking through the clouds. Tommy had nearly fallen out of his chair at one of your jokes, his laughter filling the space between bites of food. Even Maria had chuckled softly, her eyes glowing with warmth as she nudged you playfully.
But not Joel.
Every time you spoke, his brow furrowed just a little deeper. His lips pressed tighter together, and his eyes flicked away from yours as if he couldn't bear to hold your gaze. It wasnât outright hostility, but the coldness lingered like a shadow, hovering between every word exchanged. The more you tried to engage him, the more distant he seemed, as if you were pushing against a wall that refused to budge.
And the more Joel pulled away, the more it gnawed at you, turning your confusion into something more jagged, more bitter. How could someone you barely knew have such a hold on your thoughts? How could one manâs distance feel like a rejection of everything you thought you were good at?
As the days blurred together, youâd find yourself thinking about it more than you cared to admit. And as much as you tried to brush it off, tried to tell yourself that you didnât care, that his coldness didnât matterâit did. It mattered more than you wanted it to.
And Joel? He didnât seem to care.
That was why, when you saw your name paired with Joel for the next patrol, you were stumped. A frown pulled at your lips as you stared at the roster, the list mocking you with its cruel pairing.
Joel Miller.
The man who could barely look at you, who actively avoided your presence, now slated to spend hoursâdays evenâalone with you out in the wilderness. Whoever had put this together had to be playing a joke on you.
But as your eyes drifted down to the bottom of the roster, you saw the telltale initials: M & T. Maria and Tommy. The two people in charge of organizing patrols.
Of course.
You gruffed in frustration, the idea of spending hours in silence, or worse, awkward small talk with Joel, made you inwardly groan.
Shaking your head, you started the short walk toward Maria and Tommyâs house, the crisp winter air biting at your cheeks. The snow beneath your boots crunched with each step, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet evening. Jacksonâs main path was lined with soft, glowing lights that reflected off the fresh blanket of snow, guiding your way.
Their house wasnât far, tucked neatly alongside the other homes, warm and inviting with its soft glow spilling from the windows. You could see the familiar curl of smoke rising from the chimney, a sure sign of the roaring fire inside. As you approached, you could hear voices filtering through the thick wooden wallsâlouder than usual, urgent. You slowed your pace, the tension in the air becoming palpable, the muffled sound of raised voices stirring something uneasy in your chest.
âWhat the hell is this, Tommy?â Joelâs voice cut through the stillness, gruff and laced with irritation. You stopped short of the door, your breath catching as curiosity took hold. You shouldnât eavesdropâyou knew thatâbut you couldnât stop yourself. You needed to hear what Joel had to say, especially if it would finally give you some insight into why he always seemed to look at you with that simmering frustration.
âWhatâs the big deal, Joel?â Tommyâs voice echoed back, exasperated but steady, trying to keep the peace.
âYou know damn well what the big deal is.â Joelâs tone was biting, sharp enough to cut through the thick wooden walls. His frustration was palpable, practically vibrating through the air. âYouâre pairinâ me up with her? Jesus, Tommy, you know I canât stand her.â
The words hit like a physical blow, and your heart clenched painfully, the sting immediate and deep. You had suspected it for a while, of course, but hearing him say it out loudâthat he couldnât stand youâfelt like a punch to the gut, one you werenât prepared for.
You werenât the type to let words get to you, especially not like this, but thisâthis was different. A lump formed in your throat, and before you could stop it, tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill over. You pressed yourself closer to the door, the silence inside the house heavy as if even Tommy was taken aback by Joelâs outburst.
Finally, Tommy spoke again, his voice filled with frustration, tinged with disbelief. âAnd why the hell not? Sheâs a good person, Joel. A damn good person with a heart of gold. What the hell did she ever do to you?â
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing. You stepped closer to the door, your heart pounding as you waitedâneededâto hear Joelâs response. You needed to know why.
âItâs not that simple, Tommy.â Joelâs voice was quieter now, the frustration tempered, but it carried a weight that made your pulse quicken.
âWhat the hellâs so complicated about it?â Tommy shot back, his voice rising in disbelief, clearly at the end of his patience. âYouâve barely said two words to her since you got here. If youâve got a problem with her, why donât you just spit it out?â
The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. For a moment, you thought Joel wouldnât answer at all. The tension hung in the air like a coiled spring, ready to snap.
And then, in a voice so low you almost didnât hear it, Joel finally spoke. âItâs just⊠I canât, alright? I canât⊠be around her like that.â
Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs, confusion swirling inside you. What did that even mean? You had no idea what he was trying to say, but it twisted something deep within you, the uncertainty gnawing at your insides.
âJesus, Joel,â Tommy sighed, his voice carrying the weariness of too many conversations just like this one. You could practically hear him running a hand through his hair, frustration and exhaustion blending in his tone.
âLook, you donât have a choice here. What if one day itâs just the two of you out there, the only ones available for patrol, and something goes sideways? You gonna let things fall apart because you canât get over yourself and work together?â
There was a pause, Tommyâs words hanging in the air like a plea for reason. You knew you had heard enough. The knot in your chest had tightened to the point of pain, and you were ready to turn away, to retreat before things got worse.
But before you could move, the door creaked open.
Joel stood in the doorway, his broad frame blocking out the warm light from inside. His eyes found yours immediately, and in that instant, you knewâhe had seen you. And he knew you had heard everything.
The flicker of recognition in his eyes made your chest tighten even more, your heart racing as the tension between you grew impossibly thick. There was no apology in his gaze, no softening in his expression. He just stared at you, his features tight and unreadable, leaving you suspended in the heavy silence of everything unsaid.
Behind him, you could see Maria and Tommy, their faces filled with worry, watching as the situation unfolded like a slow-motion tragedy. You felt exposed, raw, like an open wound, and the last thing you wanted was for anyone to witness that vulnerability.
Joel pushed past you without a word, his shoulder brushing yours as he strode down the steps, his footsteps heavy against the ground. He didnât even glance back, leaving you standing there, heart in pieces, with nothing but the cold air biting at your skin.
You turned on your heel, walking away from the house, your steps heavy, dragging, like your body was weighed down by the ache in your chest. You wanted to move faster, to disappear into the night, but your legs felt unsteady beneath you, refusing to obey the urgency in your heart. Each step felt like a struggle, the sting of unshed tears blurring your vision as you tried to hold it together.
âWaitââ Tommy called after you, his voice tight with concern. âCome inside, talk to us.â
But you couldnât. The tears were already threatening to spill, your throat tight with the pressure of holding everything in. The last thing you wanted was for themâfor himâto see you like this, breaking apart in front of their eyes. Your vision wavered as the first tear slipped free, and you blinked hard, trying to will it away, trying to push down the hurt that was clawing its way up.
You needed to get out of there. Anywhere but here. You moved faster, your boots crunching in the freshly fallen snow, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts as you made your way down the path. The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but it did little to numb the burning in your chest.
Behind you, you heard Tommy rushing after you, his footsteps crunching through the snow, his voice softer now, urgent but gentle. âHey, kidâhe didnât mean it. You know Joel. Heâs complicated. He doesnât know how toââ His words trailed off, as if he couldnât find the right way to explain something even he didnât fully understand.
You stopped, your feet rooted to the ground, but you didnât turn to face him. You couldnât. Not like this. Not when you were one breath away from falling apart entirely, from letting everything youâd been holding back flood to the surface.
âIâll be fine, Tommy,â you said, your voice tight, barely managing to stay steady. It felt like a lie, like a betrayal of the truth you were burying inside, but you couldnât let him see you like this. Not over Joel Miller. You wiped at your eyes hastily, trying to brush away the tears before they fell. âI just⊠I need to go.â
There was a pause, the silence thick between you, weighted with sympathy, with Tommyâs understanding and his guilt. He didnât say anything else, and in that moment, you were grateful. He didnât push. He knew better.
So you walked away, your heart heavy with the weight of it all. The cold air bit at your cheeks, but the sting of Joelâs words hurt so much more, echoing in your mind like a wound that refused to heal. And underneath it all, one question burned like fire, searing through every doubt and every hurtâWhy?
Why did Joel hate you so much? What had you ever done to deserve it?
âąâąâą
The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of your small home, casting soft, golden beams across the wooden floor. The house was modestâjust enough space for one person, with a kitchen that opened into a cozy living room, and a bedroom tucked away in the back. The walls were lined with small, personal touchesâbooks you had collected over the years, a few framed photos of moments from before, and little trinkets you had scavenged from various patrols. It was a quiet space, peaceful, but this morning, the weight of the silence felt heavier than usual.
You sat on the edge of your bed, your hands lingering over your boots before pulling them on with a sigh. The air in Jackson had the sharpness of early morning, and you knew the day ahead would be long. As you tied the laces, the conversation youâd overheard at Tommy and Mariaâs house replayed in your mindâthe sting of Joelâs words, the coldness in his voice. "Jesus Tommy, you know I canât stand her." It had been days since, but the ache of it still hit like a fresh bruise, tender to the touch.
You stood and moved to the small table by the door where you kept your patrol gearâyour rifle, your gloves, a well-worn coat. Everything felt heavier today. As you strapped on your holster, you caught your reflection in the window. You looked tired. Not just from lack of sleep, but from the quiet hurt that had been growing inside you, quietly gnawing at your spirit since the moment Joelâs words reached your ears.
With one last glance around your home, you opened the door and stepped outside, the crisp morning air hitting your cheeks. The stable wasnât far, just a short walk, but the journey felt longer today. Each step reminded you of the awkward silence that was bound to hang between you and Joel, the weight of unspoken words and the tension that had always been there but now felt even more unbearable.
When you arrived at the patrol meet-up spot, your eyes immediately landed on your horse. He whinnied softly, recognizing you as you approached. You smiled faintly, running your hand along his muzzle, brushing through his thick mane. It was a ritual by nowâwhispering a soft hello to him, patting his side, and taking a moment to ground yourself before setting out. He was the one constant, the one being you could rely on during patrol. You leaned in, pressing your forehead gently to his, letting the warmth of his presence calm your frayed nerves.
But then, you heard the familiar sound of boots crunching in the snow behind you. Without even turning, you knew it was Joel.
You felt his presence like a weight in the airâheavy, silent. He said nothing as he walked past you, his eyes fixed on his own horse. There was no greeting, no acknowledgment, just the awkward tension that had settled between you both like a fog. The memories of that conversation played over again in your mind, and the pang of hurt hit you square in the chest as you stiffened slightly.
You stole a quick glance at him as he saddled his horse. His face was set in that same stoic expression, the one he wore around everyone in Jacksonâbut with you, there was an added distance. He kept his eyes averted, focusing on the task at hand, and for a moment, you wondered if this day would pass without a single word between you.
With a sigh, you climbed onto your horse, settling into the saddle with a practiced ease. The silence between you and Joel was palpable, thick like the cold morning air. You wanted to say somethingâanything to break the tensionâbut the words caught in your throat, stifled by the hurt that lingered.
Joel mounted his horse without a glance in your direction. You both sat there for a beat, the sound of horses shifting in the snow the only thing breaking the stillness. Then, without a word, he nudged his horse forward, and you followed suit, the two of you riding out together into the white expanse of the wilderness beyond Jackson.
The only thing heavier than the quiet was the unspoken weight between you.
You began your journey through the thick silence that had settled between you and Joel like a fog. The cold wind bit at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the coldness that radiated from the man riding just ahead of you. His shoulders were hunched, his back stiff, his eyes never once flickering in your direction. The snow crunched beneath your horse's hooves, the sound the only thing to fill the uncomfortable quiet between you.
Not a single word had passed between you since the patrol began. The tension was unbearable, the weight of Joelâs unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. You hadnât expected warmth or friendliness, not after everything, but the biting silence cut deeper than you could have imagined.
Hours passed before Joel finally spoke, his voice a low mutter as he pointed toward a narrow path. âWeâll go through here,â he said, his tone flat and emotionless, as though he were simply checking off a list. It was strange to hear him speak after so long, and for a moment, it felt as though his words didnât belong to him.
You followed in silence, the trail winding deeper into the forest, the trees closing in around you. The snow-covered ground glittered under the faint sunlight, casting long shadows that twisted and danced between the trees. The world felt smaller here, more enclosed, and with each passing moment, the unease inside you grew.
Eventually, you arrived at your destinationâa crumbling cabin tucked deep in the woods, half-buried in snow, its wood aged and brittle against the cold. The stillness of the air made everything feel heavier, like even the trees were holding their breath. You dismounted your horse quietly, your fingers stiff from the biting chill as you fumbled with the reins. Joel had already tied his horse to the post, his movements precise, practiced.
He turned toward you, the lines of his face hardened, eyes sharp as they caught yours for a moment too long. His jaw clenched, the tension palpable. âFollow me,â he ordered, his voice cutting through the cold air like a whip. âAnd donât say a word. Not a single word. From here on out, weâre silent.â
His command, rough and unyielding, struck you with a sharpness that left your chest aching. It wasnât just the cold seeping into your bonesâit was the weight of his disdain, pressing down on you, constricting your breath. You nodded, your throat tightening with unspoken words you knew would only make things worse.
You followed him toward the cabin, the wind howling softly around you, whispering secrets you couldnât quite hear. The snow crunched beneath your boots, the scent of pine lingering in the air. But despite the open wilderness around you, the world felt unnervingly small. The cabin door creaked on its rusted hinges as Joel pushed it open, the sound echoing like a warning in the eerie stillness. You hesitated before stepping inside, the dim light barely illuminating the cramped space that lay beyond.
Your pulse quickened, your instincts telling you something wasnât right. Youâd been on enough patrols to recognize danger, but this⊠this felt different. It felt personal. Like the shadows themselves were watching, waiting.
Joel moved ahead of you, his broad shoulders tense, his gun drawn as he scanned the small room. His silence felt thick, suffocating, the air between you charged with unspoken tension. You tried to steady your breathing, to calm the hammering of your heart, but the unease gnawed at you, made every sound sharper, every shadow darker.
And then it happened.
A figure lunged from the darkness, too fast for you to react, the world tilting violently as you were tackled to the ground. The impact stole the breath from your lungs, the cold, hard floor biting into your skin. The raider was filthy, wild-eyed, his hands rough and cruel as he pinned you beneath him, the sharp gleam of a knife flashing before your eyes. Panic surged through you, but your limbs felt heavy, useless against the overwhelming force holding you down. The knife hovered dangerously close to your throat, the cold steel grazing your skin, and for one terrifying moment, you thought this was itâthis was how it would end.
But then Joel was there.
He moved like a stormâfast, brutal, and unstoppable. In one swift motion, he yanked the raider off of you, throwing him to the floor with a strength that seemed to come from somewhere far deeper than just muscle. Rage radiated from Joel as his fists met flesh, each blow landing with a sickening crack that echoed through the tiny cabin. He didnât stop. Couldnât stop. The raiderâs body went limp beneath him, but Joel kept going, his fists relentless, pounding into the man with a fury that seemed to possess him, until the only sound left was the ragged heave of his breathing and the wet thud of blood dripping onto the floor.
You lay there, gasping, your chest rising and falling in uneven, desperate breaths. The world spun around you, the edges of your vision blurred by adrenaline and fear. You pushed yourself up on trembling arms, your body weak, every nerve on edge. Your heart thundered in your chest, so loud you could hear it in your ears, drowning out the silence that had settled like a heavy fog.
Joel turned toward you then, his chest still heaving with exertion, his fists stained with blood. His face was dark with anger, his eyes burning as they locked onto yours. âWhat the hell was that?â he growled, the fury in his voice so raw it made you flinch. âYou couldâve been killed.â
His words were a blade, sharp and unyielding, cutting through the thin veil of composure youâd been clinging to. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to breathe. You wanted to speak, to defend yourself, but the intensity of his stare pinned you down more effectively than the raider ever could. Every word you wanted to say died on your tongue.
And then he muttered it, low and venomous, just loud enough for you to hear: âFucking burdenâŠâ
The words sliced through you, deeper than any knife. You felt them settle in your chest, a sharp, stinging ache that spread like wildfire, consuming the air around you. You stared at him, the sting of his words leaving you breathless, your heart sinking as if it had been thrown into the abyss.
âNo,â you spat, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and hurt. âYou donât get to talk to me like that.â
Joelâs eyes flashed, his body going rigid as he turned fully to face you. âExcuse me?â His voice was dangerously low, like the quiet before a storm, but you didnât back down. Not this time.
âYou heard me.â Your chest was still heaving, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, but your resolve was stronger than your fear. âYou donât get to treat me like Iâm some⊠problem you have to deal with. Iâm out here trying to do my part, same as you.â
His expression darkened, disbelief twisting his features. âDo your part? You almost got yourself killed back there! If I hadnât been hereâ"
âIf you hadnât been here?â you cut him off, your voice rising as the anger overtook the fear. âWhat, Iâd be dead? Is that what you think? That I canât handle myself? Iâve been on patrols long before you showed up. Iâve survived without you. Just fine.â
Joel scoffed, his lips curling in frustration. âYeah? Didnât look like it just now.â
His words were another blow, sharp and biting, but you refused to let them break you. âI didnât need you to save me, Joel. I wouldâve figured it out.â
His eyes narrowed, his jaw working as he fought to control the anger simmering just beneath the surface. âYou think this is a game? You think you can just figure it out when youâve got a knife to your throat?â His voice was loud now, booming in the small space, filled with a frustration that felt all too personal.
âYou couldâve died. And for what?â
âFuck you, Joel.â
The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, raw and jagged, fueled by the fire burning in your chest. You didnât care about the consequences, didnât care that his eyes had gone dark with shock. You were done. Done with being treated like something fragile and disposable.
Joel stared at you, his body tense, his mouth slightly open like he hadnât expected the bite of your words. For a moment, the space between you felt like a battlefield, the silence pulsing with the weight of everything unsaid. The anger that simmered in you wasnât just from this momentâit was months of pent-up frustration, of feeling like you were constantly crashing against a wall with him, never allowed in.
Your chest heaved, your hands trembling with the adrenaline still coursing through you.
âI donât need you to save me,â you said, your voice shaking with the force of what you felt. âI never asked for your help, Joel. And I sure as hell donât need you treating me like Iâm some burden. So fuck you.â
His eyes flashed with somethingâanger, guilt, maybe something softer, but he quickly buried it beneath that familiar cold exterior. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might snap back, might throw something just as harsh in your face. But he didnât. Instead, his gaze dropped, just for a second, like your words had found their mark.
âFine,â he muttered, his voice low and hard. âYou donât need my help? Then donât ask for it.â He turned sharply, storming out of the cabin without another word, his footsteps heavy in the snow, leaving you standing there in the cold, breathless and burning with the aftershocks of everything youâd just said.
But even as the silence swallowed him up, you knew the storm between you wasnât overâit had only just begun.
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