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give me my sin again

dbf!Joel Miller x fem!reader

plot: the summer you first got together with Joel was also the summer you lost him - then, a year later, when youre back home from college again, you cant stay away, despite what he told you, despite reason, despite everything: you want him back. and lucky for you, he hasn’t moved on either, not one bit.

a/n: hi! this is not an original idea but I was in the mood to write some smut for him and tried to create my own version of the dbf premise! theres a good amount of plot, I went for a vibe that’s a mix of intense/erotic and emotional/soft (ca. 12k words)

warnings: big age gap (reader early 20s, Joel late 50s), smut, unprotected p in v, oral (r!receiving), blowjob, fingering, some p*ssy slapping, lots of praise/pet names (the man is whipped), multiple orgasms, coming inside, best described as "I missed you" sex <3

your involvement with Joel taught you one thing very early on in life: it is more bearable to yearn for what you can´t ever have, than to get it for a while, only to have it taken away again.

Joel was your father’s longtime best friend and also happened to live just down the street of the house you grew up in. you´d always had a little crush on him, which was no shocking thing considering how handsome he was. your friends often gushed about him while you pretended you didn’t feel the same, even though you agreed with them when they called you lucky for having him around so often.

Joel wasn´t a man of many words but caring for his friend naturally meant caring for his daughter as well, so you could remember always feeling looked after by him, even when he never explicitly told you that he was fond of you, it was clear in his actions, the way he made sure that there was an extra pair of eyes on you at all times, just in case you needed help or comfort from someone older who wasn’t your parent.

his fatherly feelings slowly but surely turned into something else when you grew into a beautiful young woman, when other men in your neighborhood started looking at you for a little too long and he found himself wanting to gauge their eyes out.

to his relief, you went off to college before anything could happen, before he could obsess over you and give himself away somehow, invite you in without even realizing. then, during your first summer back home, Joel was hardly ever around due to a packed work schedule and a beach vacation he had taken together with his brother and sister-in-law, so you only saw each other a handful of times in passing, which made it impossible to get close, dangerously close, the way you would the coming year. the inevitable would happen sooner or later. some things can´t be stopped, only delayed.

your second summer back from college was different. you were older, more experienced by then, more confident and secure in your body, your erotic appeal - Joel was off from work and spent that free time helping your dad renovate your childhood home, which meant that you saw him all the time, and to make matters worse, you saw him while he was breaking a sweat, his already tanned body only getting more bronzed each day, sleeves rolled up, muscles rippling from the strain of the tough work, the sun beating down on his brooding face, his achingly attractive physique, the damp fabric clinging to his chest in all the right, or wrong, ways, leaving you hot and bothered, not just from the humidity.

the weather gave you an excuse to be bold, audacious, to lay in the backyard in a skimpy bikini, sunglasses perched on your nose, fanning yourself with a thin book, watching him, catching him glance your way every now and then when your dad was inside the house, rubbing your legs with sun screen ever so slowly and smiling to yourself when you swore you could hear him curse under his breath.

if you had to be confronted with his sex appeal all day long, then why should he not suffer the same fate? after that much time of having him appear in your dreams, haunting you, stirring your fantasies even while you were trying to date other guys, you were done playing it cool or pretending to be shy.

within no time, it became a little game between you two, daring the other one to look and then pretending not to notice when they did, your father blissfully unaware of the mating dance that was happening right in front of his nose.

Joel nearly slammed a nail into his hand one time when you decided to turn around and lay on your stomach, bikini top undone to prevent tan lines, bikini bottoms barely covering your ass, your backside on full display as the sun made your skin glow, his jeans suddenly so tight that he had to excuse himself to go to your guest bathroom and help himself out as the images of you still burned behind his eyes, washing his hand clean of his sins afterwards. lord what he wouldn´t have given to just grab you and have your right there on that lawn, to show you what happens when a starving man finally gets his hands on a girl as delicious as you.

your father made a grave mistake, or did you a favor, depending on how you looked at it, by leaving Joel alone with you, leaving you alone with him, nobody around to stop you from what you had been dancing around for just a little too long by then. after that much time of yearning and guessing, it happened fast, it wasnt a slow burn anymore but a wildfire, scorching everything in its way. instead of being a brat or teasing him the way you had been the days before, you just walked up to him, wearing your nicest little summer outfit, and told him “come on, let me show you something”.

the second you were inside the house, you kissed him, no more hesitation, pure instinct, his arms scooping you up and lifting you onto the nearest surface with determination, his mouth all over your sunkissed neck and that was it. he was done for. the moment your soft lips met his, the moment he first heard you sigh for more as he nipped at your collar bone, he knew: I will give her whatever she wants. to hell with decency. to hell with guilt and shame: she is getting what she asked for. and you did. god you did.

that day, fucked for what felt like hours, first on the couch, then in your room, time melting away as he made you his, in every way he could, the sex so passionate and intense, so loving and charged with feeling and yet so fucking filthy, so much better than either of you could´ve imagined, that neither of you knew how to bring yourselves to stop until you finally collapsed drenched in sweat and shaking from pleasure.

Joel was a giver, through and through, he knew exactly what you needed, just from having observed you, and he didn´t take your virginity that first time you had sex but it felt like he had, since he was the first man to awaken your craving for it, so violently that you got wet just thinking of him in the coming days.

you couldn´t stay away from each other after that, he tried, he really did try, he apologized to you afterwards and told you that you were way too young, that it was a mistake, that he was a sick man for doing all of that with his friend´s child, but it was pointless, the moment you showed up on his doorstep that night after sneaking out to see him, he folded, and kept folding every following time he saw you.

the affair went on for nearly the entire summer, stealing moments whenever you could, whether it was fifteen minutes during the day, quickly fucking in his kitchen at noon before you went to meet a friend, or entire weekends when your dad was out of town and you slept in Joels arms like you´d done it a hundred times before, a constant back and forth on his part of “god I fucking love this girl, I wanna keep her forever and ever” and “Jesus Christ I am a depraved man, I need to stop this, now”.

he had spent so many years suppressing all of his softer impulses, his romantic side, his true nature, so when you came along and he could finally treat you how he´d dreamed of treating a beloved for years, his devotion almost shocked you at times, the way this gruff, jaded man held you in his arms, kissed your face, hugged you in his sleep, with a kind of tenderness that brought tears to your eyes more than once. you behaved like a couple, which was exactly the problem, since you could never actually be one, not out in the open at least.

eventually, after one too many weeks of counting on dumb luck and somehow not yet getting caught sneaking around with you, Joel sat down and thought about the fact that everyone one the street knew both you and him, that a nosy neighbor might just tell your dad “hey, I saw your daughter walking out of Millers house at 1am last night, I had no idea they were that close?”. one slip-up would be enough to earn him a beating he might not survive. all of a sudden, he was gripped by a white-hot panic after spiralling into those horror scenarios for an entire sleepless night and then sat you down the next day to do the thing that made him want to die: he broke it off.

it was ugly. it ended in tears. not just yours. he told you that you both had to realize how dangerous it was, that you had to be sensible and move on and find someone your own age back in college, he tried so hard to sell it as the right thing to do, and part of you understood where he was coming from, but that didn´t matter at all, your heart shattered at the idea of never getting to feel him close again, never getting to kiss him or hold him or pleasure him again, so you left his house sobbing and shaking after ignoring his pleas to just hear him out and talk to him.

later on, you blamed it on something else when your dad asked you about your bloodshot eyes over dinner with concern. “I am in love with your best friend and he just broke up with me” was hardly something you could tell him, the same way Joel couldn´t tell him “I am in love with your daughter and it´s ruining me.” when he saw him the next day and wondered why the man looked even more brooding and grumpy than usual.

the only reason that you couldn´t crumble and beg him for one more night was that you were about to fly back to your college town anyway, so a week after your last time with him, you were already back in your dorm room, hundreds of miles away from him and still just as devastated as when you could see his truck parked out on the street from your bathroom window.

you said yes to every plan you could make, to keep your schedule full, to keep yourself from wallowing, but it did not work, you were haunted, day and night, by flashbacks of him. you regularly zoned out while others were chatting around you, thinking about his big arms wrapped around your thighs as he ate you out until you were shaking, about how he worshipped you and kissed you all over, every single time, about his fingers buried deep inside you as he whispered to you good you felt clenched around him, kissing your neck and licking your cum off his fingers, making you taste yourself before adding a third finger and let you grind down against his hand til you cried from pleasure.. you missed the way he´d shush you and caress you when you were undone and weak, the way he´d hold you afterwards, as if he was shielding you from the world.

months of missing him followed that bittersweet summer. some weeks you were fine for the most part, others you cursed his name for making it impossible to even look at other guys, knowing they wouldn´t be able to make you even feel half as good as he had. you were mad at both yourself and him, for giving into something that would forever cast a shadow on any intimacy that wasn´t as perfectly matched as yours.

the second half of the year passed as quickly as it always did, Christmas break was safe for you and Joel because he spent those weeks with his brother´s family, you weren´t at risk of running into each other, then come springtime you were busy focusing on an internship and classes, so for a while you thought you might actually be over him, but by the time June rolled around and the weather started getting hotter it felt like you were transported right back to the year before, like you´d circled right back to that day where you´d left his house for the last time, the same sense of heartbreak and dread creeping right back into your system when your dad picked you up from the airport and drove you past Joel´s house, the house where you´d spent the happiest nights of your life to date as well as the sweetest mornings.

the thing that switched your feelings towards him from sadness and longing to blind anger was the way Joel behaved when he stepped foot into the same room as you again for the first time in nearly a year: he ignored you.

he didn´t even look at you, not once, he refused to meet your eyes or talk to you, which struck you as cowardly, as a cop-out, as crueler than any charged look might have been.

you wished he´d have just found a small way to let you see that he cared, that he wanted to make sure you were okay, even just a simple smile would´ve been fine, a bit of small-talk, anything, even just a quick “good to see you, kid”. but no. nothing.

laying in bed that night, in the same bed you´d first had him in, feeling spiteful and hurt, you made a plan. he didn´t get to just look away, not after everything, not when he´d ruined intimacy for you by setting impossibly high expectations. admittedly, you were not just pissed but also unbearably horny after your period of celibacy, wishing he´d just cave and ask you to come over, make it easy for you, give you what you wanted. if you had to put in a bit of work, then so be it, you thought, let´s see how long he can pretend not to care.

you did not want to be pathetic and beg for him, that was out of the question, you had your pride, but since you knew him well enough by then, you were able to come up with a plan to target his one weakness: jealousy.

Joel was nothing if not possessive, especially as a lover, and he had yet to see you on another man´s arm, so you invited a few of your high school friends to your dad´s cookout that weekend, which the whole neighborhood including him, would be attending.

you invited one of your guy friends who you knew would play along if you asked him to help you make someone jealous, and, as expected, you were right on the money with that one.

come Saturday night, you stood around a table with a few others, nursing a drink and telling your friend to touch your lower back right as Joel walked out, giving him the same sparkling eyes that you´d once given Joel, touching his upper arm the same way, really laying it on thick, so much so that Joel nearly tripped over his own feet on his way to help your dad with the grill. he wasn´t angry, no, he was fucking livid. but he couldn´t let it show, so he tried his very best to ignore the sweet, siren-like quality of your laughter and to keep his hands to himself, instead of ripping the guy away from you and slamming him face first into the grass.

in his mind, you were still his girl, despite everything, so for Joel “nobody lays a finger on what´s mine” Miller it was torture beyond belief, to not just be near your again, which was painful enough on its own, but to also endure an entire evening of watching you, his girl who wasn´t really his, being felt up and flirted with by someone else. he was so close to snapping. he was so damn close to just picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to take you somewhere private and remind you that he was the only one who truly knew what your body craved, what you fantasized about, touched yourself to.

even though he busied himself with small talk and sat facing away from you, Joel was acutely aware of your presence, driven insane by it, so when you left to go upstairs and catch a break, to freshen up, disappear into your room for a moment, he should´ve been glad, he should´ve taken the chance to breathe out and calm down, but no. he was a strong man, but not when it came to you, only you could manage to make him feel utterly helpless, which was how he felt when he followed you inside, went up the stairs, and saw you there, seemingly only waiting for him, paused outside of your room, leaning against the wall, back turned to him.

he took the last few steps and then cleared his throat, his arms crossed, his defenses up as he said “so…s´that your new boyfriend out there?”.

your turned around and for the first time in what felt like an eternity you met his eyes, both of you so clearly affected and yet trying so hard to appear nonchalant. he looked achingly hot in his faded jeans and gray t-shirt, the fabric tight around his tanned biceps, his salt and pepper hair longer than you remembered, his eyes betraying him as he looked you up and down as well, neither of you strong enough to keep your gazes from wandering, now that you were alone, the air immediately charged.

“good to see you too. and no, not that it´s your place to ask, but he´s not my boyfriend” you were being sassy to ignore how painful it was to see him, to remember how gentle he used to be, how much you still needed him, not just sexually, but sensually, to feel the comfort of his touch, his warmth, his adoration.

Joel watched you intently and cocked his head. “hm, right. why bring him home to daddy already then?”. he was onto something, the man wasn´t daft, it was true that you wouldn´t just bring someone your dating along like that unless it was serious, but you tried to keep up the lie, just to rub it in a bit more.

“you interrogating me now, Miller?” you asked, arms crossed as well, imitating him, your tone a little too bratty for his taste, but he´d lie if he said he didn´t have a soft spot for it, you toying with him like that, last name and all, he was a weak man, watching you there in the dim light of the hallway, barely any thought penetrating his mind except for “there you are. my beautiful girl. look at you, giving me hell”.

“just making conversation” he responded, matching your sarcastic tone, taking a few steps forward, as if his legs were moving on their own accord, an invisible hand pushing him towards you. you swallowed and tried not to let it show how badly you just wanted him to snap and overpower you. claim you. fuck you.

“well, I´m grown, dad is aware that I´m dating, and he´s nice, so why not invite him?” you quipped, making it sound nonchalant.

“nice??” he said too loudly and then lowered his voice a bit, briefly glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody had joined you. “that boy was getting handsy all night, in front of God and everyone, like some horny teenager. never heard of manners apparently. nice ain´t the word I´d use.”

you had to suppress a smile then as he went on his little rant, his jealousy suiting him a little too well, the vein in his neck bulging, his fist clenched, his eyes darker than ever. of course he would put it like that, the old school Texan gentleman, you knew from experience that he was the type to fuck his girl´s brains out in private while never being improper in public, it was part of his charm, the fact that he wanted to keep all the passion he shared with his girl in private, that he made a point of being chivalrous and decent, even though his passions behind closed doors were far from it.

“well, that´s for me to worry about, not you, besides, you could´ve also brought a date, she would´ve been feeling you up the same way, all the women were ogling you out there, could easily take your pick.” you weren´t entirely without jealousy either, he could tell, but it was sheer absurdity, your suggestion, it was frankly an insult to him to be told to find a date by the girl he was so clearly still devoted to, even just in thought, so he stepped even closer to you and sounded stern when he told you “oh no, don´t give me that, girl, don´t even start.”

truthfully, it turned you on, to be told off by him, to feel the heat of his rage, even just a little bit, and then, right as he was only a few feet away from you, his cologne hit you in full force. your knees almost buckled from it, that scent, the one that you´d smelled whenever you nuzzled your nose against his neck after making love, the mix of his sweat and the sharp, masculine fragrance always dizzying your still-aroused body. the flashbacks hit you hard and you were done pretending, you were done lying and playing, so you said “well you´ll be happy to know that you probably won´t see him or anyone else cozying up to me after tonight, so, we´ll both be lonely then.”

you held his gaze and felt your heart beat faster from the sudden attempt at honesty, Joel could tell, so he pressed on and tried to finally get some truth out of you “yeah? and why´s that?”. he came even closer, his arm almost brushing yours, your head tilted up due to the height difference.

“because” you said and took a deep breath, not looking away from him once, trembling. “you ruined me for other guys. you fucking ruined me.” his eyes widened as the pained, angry sound of your voice hit him. “that´s why you came up here, right? to get a confession? well here it is. yes, I miss you, all the time, it´s been torture, and yes I wanted you to be jealous because I was dying to talk to you the moment I landed and then you just ignored me, didn´t even look my way once.”

he was scared you might cry, if there was one thing he couldn´t handle it was seeing tears spill down your pretty face, but his own rage was still simmering, so he was left conflicted and frustrated and unsure whether to shake you or kiss you or both at once.

“and you think it´s any different for me!??” he hissed and tapped his chest, trying his best to keep his voice down, but increasingly unable to. “it´s been hell on earth to do the right thing and stay away from you, to remember that your old man would put me in the ground if he ever found out about us! do you think it´s easy for me? to just bottle up all my love and push it down forever?? it´s been eatin me alive.”

the words just spilled out, he realized too late that he´d been too honest there, he could tell the moment he saw the look of utter disbelief in your eyes, you hardly ever saw him that openly emotional, let alone talking about “love” explicitly, love, he had said it, he loved you, and you were rendered speechless, no response seeming adequate or enough, even though of course you felt the same.

Joel´s hand was trembling then as he reached out and placed it on your waist, ever so lightly, the thin fabric of your dress doing very little to separate your skin from his, your whole body screaming for more, his palm so perfectly molded for the curves of your body, your breath hitched.

“Christ, darlin” he breathed and looked at your neck, the space where it met your shoulder, where his mouth was aching to latch onto, drawing soothing and maddening circles on your left side as he braced himself against the wall with his free hand, trapping you, his scent even stronger then, his chest rising and falling rapidly mere inches from your face.

“do you have any idea what you´re doing to me right now? what last summer did to me? what this…seeing you now, after all that time, looking this sinful” his hand moved to your back then, splayed over it possessively, drawing you closer. “what it does to me?” his voice was barely audible, strained with need as your own breathing got heavier by the second.

“tell me…” you sighed and nearly blacked out when he leaned in to whisper to you “all night, I have had to try my best not to just pull you into a damn room and….” he broke himself off before he could finish the thought, his forehead dropping to yours, your breaths mingling, your hands finding their way to his sides, an instant shudder through his whole body from the contact, his muscles rippling in response to the feeling of you finally clinging to him again. “and-?” you asked, desperate to hear what he wanted to do to you.

Joel pulled away from you and looked deep into your eyes, your noses almost touching, your scent, your body lotion and perfume and your own natural smell, suddenly flooding his senses as well and tempting him to just have you right in that damn hallway, the sound of laughter in the distance reminding him where he was, what he was getting himself into, again.

“I should go. I should leave. right now” he said, more like a question than a statement, not moving a single inch away from you. you nodded and looked up at him, sounding just as unconvinced when you said “yeah… yeah you should” your voice barely in-tact by then, your body on the brink of unravelling just from being near him again, so sensitive to his presence that you were already growing wet. he could tell. he knew you. and it did him in.

he drank in the sight of you all vulnerable and open and put his hand to the left side of your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, gasping when you opened your mouth as if it was second nature, your eyes locked on his as you licked over the tip of his finger and felt him push it in deeper, touching your tongue, pushing his luck, groaning quietly, unsure how on earth he would survive the sight of that, shutting his eyes for a second and cursing under his breath when you pulled your dirtiest move yet: you closed your lips. and started sucking.

your whole body burned, your blood rushed, your skin tingled all over as he cradled your cheek and watched you treat his thumb like it was his dick, which was straining in his jeans, aching, your plump lips wrapped around his knuckles as you shut your eyes and savored the feeling of having him inside you again, in that small way at least, taking whatever you could get and whining from it, growing aroused to a point of shaking. he moved his thumb and watched you with hunger, with love, with anger, with need, with everything, bursting at the seams, losing his last bit of restraint when he finally pulled his wet finger out of your mouth and wiped a string of saliva from your chin.

without losing any more time, Joel gripped your wrist one hand, opened your bedroom door with the other, and muttered “dammit all to hell” as he dragged you inside.

he turned the lock with one swift motion before he pressed you up against the door and pulled you into a deep, bruising kiss, his hands grabbing your face with a kind of desperation that knocked the wind out of you. the kiss was pure fire, hard, punishingly passionate, all tongue and unrestrained hunger, his hands wandering, all over you, grabbing like he was scared you´d vanish.

both of you moaned into each other´s open mouths between kisses and Joel only broke away to pull your dress over your head and finally see your body in all its glory again, nearly choking on his spit when your matching set of lacy light pink lingerie was revealed, the golden details shimmering in the dim light of your room, inspiring nothing short of feverish need. you knew that see-through panties were a weakness of his, so it was no surprise that his voice cracked when he stared and whispered “beautiful…” while running his calloused hands all over your body, wrecked by the feeling of your shivers, the way you always responded to his touch, relieved to see that none of it had lessened during your absence, quite the opposite, you seemed even needier than he remembered, and it drove him insane with the desire to please.

he pushed himself up against you, hips bucking against yours, hands on your exposed back, firm and warm, as he littered your neck in wet, open-mouthed kisses, his stubble tickling you just right, quickly unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor as you tilted your head and moaned for more, giving him better access so he would leave no inch uncovered, his lips finding the underside of your jaw, that weak-spot he was familiar with, and lavished it in attention, tempted to just bite you and mark you for everyone to see, barely keeping himself from it, barely.

Joel cupped your tits and smiled against your skin when he heard the whiny “ohhh” tumble from your lips as he squeezed and leaned down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, groaning to himself as you were scared you might just fall to the floor, overcome with lust as his tongue drew circles around your sensitive area over and over, his teeth briefly sinking into the swell of your breast as one of his hands slid into your pretty panties to palm your cunt, not yet spreading you open, but well aware that you were dripping for him. you held on for dear life as he sucked on both of your tits and kept his hand in your underwear, rubbing, teasing, reclaiming. you were arms were around his back like a vise as you whimpered to him “I need you, please”.

Joel let go of your chest, leaving it glistening in his spit, and teased you with caresses on the outside area of your aching core as he sighed “right here, yeah? right now?” aware that it was reckless, counting on the fact that everyone was buzzed and happy to be out under the night sky, far away from your room, too far away to overhearing anything, because there was no going back, he needed you, just as much as you needed him.

“yes right now, have me, please, please Joel I´m dying I can´t wait any more, it´s been too long” you begged and held onto his neck, staring at him with pleading eyes, so he scooped you up, as if you weighed nothing, and felt you wrap your arms and legs around him in response, carrying you with ease and pride as he assured you “shhh I´ve got you darlin, gonna make that ache go away”.

he strode over to your bed and laid you down on your back, marvelling at the sight of you spread out in front of him, ready to worship at your altar. you held your breath as he kissed your lower stomach, once, twice, three times, and then climbed over you to lean down and kiss you again, slower this time, with feeling, with love, his knee finding your crotch to apply some pressure and hear you whimper into his mouth, to feel you chasing friction, grinding yourself up against his leg as you made out, your heart and soul bursting from the feeling of finally having your man in your bed again, the way it all started the year before, both of you chasing kiss after kiss after kiss, reclaiming both the deep carnal lust you´d shared before and the sacred tenderness, an addictive mix of “I wanna ruin you” and “I wanna make you whole again” to his every touch.

Joel buried his nose in your hair for a moment to breathe in the achingly familiar smell of your shampoo and pressed a kiss to your temple before he moved down and started trailing kisses from the top of your chest down to your stomach, reverent and in awe, mumbling against your lower stomach “driving me crazy here, sweetheart” when he heard a high-pitched whimper fall from your lips, peppering your skin in too many kisses to count as he moved his hands all over your upper body, caressing, wordlessly telling you “I´ll take care of you now”.

he knew what he had to do when you started squriming, he couldn´t keep you waiting any longer, so he murmured “c´mere” and yanked you towards the edge of the bed, eliciting a gasp from you, pleased by the way you still seemed to adore his strength, the ease with which he could move you into the right position.

“I wanna see you..” you begged, so Joel pulled off his shirt and let you marvel at the sight of his chest, his shoulders and arms in their nude glory, before he got on his knees and tugged your panties down, smiling at how obediently you lifted your hips, lifting your legs over his shoulders and placing a kiss on your left calf before he spread you wider and settled comfortably between your thighs, one hand reaching up to part your swollen lips and playing with your clit, gently at first, drawing circles and hearing you mewl from it so sweetly while you were propped up on your elbows and watched him, your cunt throbbing relentlessly, begging for more of his touch where an unbearable ache had settled.

“look at that… no wonder I went fucking insane…” Joel mused as he played with your pussy, filthy with it, spreading your juices all over his fingers and licking it off with a groan of pleasure before he finally put his mouth where you needed it. you sighed in relief as he kissed your cunt all over and then dipped his tongue between your folds to get a taste, after so many months of living off of memories, licking over you in broad, sloppy strokes, his hands gripping your thighs and keeping you wide open as he practically made out with your pussy, groaning into you as he lapped at you, picking up the pace, too riled up to draw it out, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit, again and again, so skilled with it that you laid flat on your back and shut your eyes as you moaned “oh fuck, yes, yes, like that..” your fingers tangled in his hair, hips moving up to meet his mouth, whining for more, Joel switching between slow and fast moves of his tongue in a rhythm that made you see stars and drench his chin, his hands holding you still when you were getting too erratic and bucking up too hard, pulling you down against his mouth whenever you moved up as much as an inch, feasting on you, hard in his jeans from the taste and smell of your sex.

“god I could stay here the whole night and still need more” he groaned as he come up for air and drooled some of his spit onto you, rubbing it all over you before he slipped a finger into you, slowly, testing the waters, finding no resistance at all, so he added another finger and heard you moan in approval, overwhelmed by how good it felt to finally have him stretch you again, whining as he pumped his fingers into your cunt, curled them up just right, up to the last knuckle, salivating at the sight of your velvety walls opening up for him like that, grunting “fucking hell, feel so good clenched around me baby”.

a moment later he was back to sucking on your clit while he kept fingering you, the double pleasure driving you insane, his tongue circling your clit, suckling on it relentlessly, your hand flying up to cover your mouth before someone might've heard the loud cry you managed to keep trapped in your throat.

your legs shook on his shoulders and he used his free hand to keep you somewhat still as you shuddered and came all over his mouth and fingers, faster than you used to, arching your back and biting your lip as it hit you out of nowhere, your cunt pulsating so hard he swore he could feel it in his cock, not just in his fingers, grunting as he kept his tongue on you and let you ride it out until you fell slack and he moved his fingers out, hearing that little whimper of pain at the sudden empty feeling in your cunt. Joel watched you and gently spanked your spasming cunt, to give it some more stimulation, which brought you near tears while the aftershocks were still making you twitch, not tears of pain but of overwhelming pleasure. the slap of his hand on your raw cunt felt divine and Joel could tell, he smiled and whispered “oh she likes that, huh? I remember..”, too far gone to be ashamed anymore.

you nodded in your state of ecstasy “yes, more, please”, admittedly beyond thrilled by the fact that you were getting fucked like that in your room while everyone downstairs was blissfully unaware, basking in the forbidden thrill of having a man over twice your age take you in your childhood room, a man who was only ever filthy and rough when it got you off, never just to meet his own needs, your body so open to him because you were treated like the most precious, saintly thing, even in the midst of letting him do such sinful things.

Joel nearly lost his mind and groaned “oh good girl, such a good girl for me....” and gave your cunt another spank, more force behind it then, not brutal, but hard enough to make you quiver and twist on the bed, another spank, and another, a quick succession of slaps against your wetness that made your already swollen cunt grow even more aroused and ready to be ruined, his cock leaking into his boxers, his eyes glazed over with pure lust as he felt you try your best not to move away from the impact of his flat palm, kissing and biting your inner thigh as he kept making “slap slap slap” sounds with his hand against your blood-swollen lips until he gave a last little spank and a kiss on the spot right after, soothing your core and leaving you panting and needy for more, already nearing your second orgasm just from that. you were about to be wrecked. and god were you glad for it.

Joel unbuckled his jeans and before he could even think about fucking you, you scrambled to get on your knees on the bed, right in front of him and helped him out, eagerly tugging down his pants and underwear as he uttered “darlin.. you don´t have to” clearly never wanting you to give him head out of obligation, but you wanted to, desperately, so you looked up at him and sighed “missed your cock so bad, want it in my mouth..” and gripped his throbbing hardness as he was left bare, his hands on your shoulders then, holding on for dear life.

“Jesus Christ sugar..” he grunted as you stroked his cock and nearly whimpered at the sight.

you knew he was big, he´d been inside you many times, but it was like you were having him for the first time all over again, the thickness of his cock making you ache in anticipation.

you drooled all over his length and slicked it up good before you circled his tip with your tongue as you kept moving your hand up and down, his hips bucking into your palm as he groaned “ohh hmpfff fuck” and shut his eyes while caressing your hair. you took him into your mouth and sucked him off, swallowing a few thick inches, your head bobbing up and down, your spit running down his shaft in a way that made him shudder and see stars. “fuck yes, like that, just like that babygirl” he praised and tried his best not to just fuck your face as you sucked him to a point of tearing up, addicated to the feel of him hard in your mouth, so vulnerable to your effect on him. Joel lost his mind as you eagerly drooled over his cock, licked and kissed it again before really going all the way down choking on it, his vision blurred and his abs tightly coiled until he pulled you off, so he wouldn´t come too fast.

Joel breathed so heavy that he sounded more like a beast than a man. he wiped the salvia from your mouth and chin and drowned in love and desire for you as you kneeled there with swollen lips and doe-eyes, treating him, an old rugged man, like he was the sexiest man on earth.

“gotta be inside you, now, lay back baby, spread those pretty legs for me” he ordered and watched you do as he said, settling against the pillows as he climbed over to you while stroking himself, his cock glistening in the dark from your spit, his muscles somehow even more pronounced from the indirect light, his stature nothing short of god-like, so big and strong, the sight making you sick with need as you touched yourself to give him the same pleasure of watching, teasing your clit as he came closer and leaned down to give you a kiss, your free hand on his neck, both of you trembling from need, your bodies back in sync, the way they had been the summer before, perhaps even more.

he pulled back and pressed one of your thighs up and to the side to give himself better access, guiding himself to your entrance as you gazed at him with pleading eyes, his tip slipping over your wet heat, a deep sound rumbling in his chest from it as he slowly inched in, just a bit, so he could let go and hover over you, tilting your chin up before he placed his hands on the sides of your face and sought out deep eye-contact before he sunk into you deeper, gauging your reaction and whispering encouragements as you wrapped your arms around his neck and whined “fuck..” clearly loving the feeling of his cock stretching you open, filling you the way you hadn´t been filled in way too long.

Joel shivered as he bottomed out and felt your wetness envelope him fully, his head dropping down to your shoulder with a labored breath, his eyes shut as he told himself “dont you dare come too fast” because being back inside you felt too heavenly, even better than he remembered, if that was possible.

he stayed still for a moment to let both you and himself adjust to the feeling, your hands clinging to his back, turned on by the feel of his hard muscles there as he stretched you wide open, moving slowly at first, staying deep inside, grunting and whispering sweet nothings to you as you savored the full body contact, his scent and heat melting into one with your own, leaving you both deeply at ease and insanely overwhelmed, audibly so as you sighed “fuck… feels so good…” clearly not used to it anymore, so he kissed your cheek and whispered “yeah it does..deep breaths, I´ve got you, darlin, just hold onto me”.

and with that, he picked up the pace, gave you more, felt you scratch his back in a way that made him grunt like an animal from pleasure as he thrust himself into you over and over again, both of you moaning and lost in the feeling, your legs wrapped around his waist by then, trapping him, desperate for more each time his cock pulled out and sank all the way into you again, propping himself up better to get the full view of every little reaction.

you moaned with each stroke and pressed your head back into the pillow, so Joel leaned in and covered your exposed throat in hot kisses as he dragged himself out of your slick heat and slammed in again with a perverse wet sound, so drenched by then that you could hear his movements echo through the room. “fuckkk baby this pussys gonna ruin me” he groaned and covered your mouth to really fuck your brains out, unable to hold back anymore, shutting you up as he gave it to you, ruined by the feeling of your tight walls gripping his dick as you whined into his palm and left it slick with your spit.

both of you might have come right then, if he hadn´t stopped himself to slow down and position himself more upright while gripping your legs and adjusting them how he wanted them, leaving you flat on your back and trembling, panting, hungry for release as he pushed your thighs up towards your face and fucked back into you “fuck right there, right there, yes” you groaned and closed your eyes in ecstasy as he nearly made you black out from how fucking hard his cock was hitting all the right spots, his voice cracked and full of need as he said “yeah baby? this the sweet spot? right here?”, an eager nod and almost pained sounding “hmm” from you in response as you surrendered to him, fully.

Joel wasn´t gonna back down then, he was a man possessed and wanted to see you unravel, so he kept up the relentless rhythm of his fucking as he licked over the pad of his thumb and reached down to draw slick circles over your clit, the winning move, every single time, your body responding so well that he smiled at the pleased little “ohhh fuck, don´t stop” you let out, his finger pressing up against your sensitive bundle of nerves as his cock left your cunt feeling raw in the best way, “that´s it, taking me so damn well baby” he praised in awe.

Joel was overcome by it all, having you under him once more, after so many months of touching himself to memories, his eyes burning because he forgot to blink as he watched his dick disappear inside you again and again, the sight of your dripping, swollen, pretty pussy swallowing him like that driving him to near insanity, his finger dragging over your clit and spreading your juices as he fucked you deep, his body so coiled and tense as your walls contracted from the impending orgasm, his hips stuttered and his body shook as he groaned “fuckkk gonna kill me squeezin like that, goddamn baby.. youre so close, arent ya?”.

you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and your face twisted in pleasure as you moaned “yes��fuck I´m gonna come”, the orgasm building and building until he said “let go baby, show me, lemme see” which was the final push, as if he had full control over your senses, the orgasm hitting you in full force as the words left his mouth, your whole body spasming as you went quiet and squeezed his cock so hard he had to brace himself against your thighs, a bruising grip on you as you came all over his length and heard him groan “goddamn...” as he didn´t let up yet and fucked you through the high, your body shaking and in that state where you wanted to be taken to a point of full on ruin,so instead of riding the orgasm out and waiting to pick up your fucking again, you begged him “keep going, please keep going”.

Joel leaned forward again then and faced you as he sighed “wanna come for me again, yeah?”, kissing you all over your face and your mouth as you whimpered “yes, I´m so sensitive, I´ll come so fast” which was all he needed to hear. Joel quickly moved a flat pillow under your hips and caressed your shaking legs before he put one of them over his shoulder, creating the deepest angle possible and locking eyes with you as he smiled and put his index finger over his lips, teasing you, telling you “try not to scream, we can´t be found out”, your face hot as you kept looking into his dark eyes and saw nothing but deep devotion there as he held onto your extended leg and tilted his head to kiss your calve as he started to pound you, there was no other word for it, he was hitting parts of you that made it feel like he was fucking your soul, so you put your arm over your face and bit down into your flesh to muffle the cries he was drawing out of you, his pride bubbling up deep in his chest as he kept feverishly kissing your leg and rutting into you, his cock still not covered in enough of your cum for his taste, even though you were leaking by then, the man wanted to be covered in you.

he smelled like wood and musk and his own natural scent, so carnal and sexy and his body was dripping sweat by then, beads of perspiration running down his back and chest, a faint growling sound rumbling in his chest as you left a bitemark on your skin from how hard you were trying to keep your moans from ripping out of you in a loud scream, your next high already building deep in your stomach and hitting your entire body soon after, his movements stilling as you clenched around his cock like a vise and convulsed from an even more intense climax than before, your juices leaking over his throbbing length as he grunted “fuckkk oh” and tired not to lose his stamina.

as you whimpered from the orgasm, he put down your leg again and hovered over you to gave you a deep kiss, swallowing up every little sound as you wrapped your arms around his back and kissed his shoulder, nuzzled your head against it as he let you catch your breath, his lips never leaving you, your mouth, your cheek, your temple, his hands reaching for yours so he could make you lace your fingers through his, a brief kiss to your knuckles, his heart bursting with love for you.

“youre perfect, baby…want this sweet pussy leaking all over my face again” he whispered to you and helped you move.

“come here, up here, sugar” he encouraged as he laid back and gestured for you to come and take a seat, hoisting you up with his strong arms and holding onto your hips with a firm grip as you placed your hands on the headboard and tried to find the best way to sit, which was made easy for you when he decided to pull you down onto his mouth and go at it without giving you any time to prepare, his tongue greedy and yet so soft and soothing on your aching cunt as he kept it flat and let you rock your hips to meet his slow, self-indulgent strokes, your body shaking a bit as you looked down to watch your cunt move back and forth over his mouth, turned on by the view, his eyes meeting yours as helped you, guiding your hips as you rolled them and whimpered from the feeling of riding his tongue, his nose bumping up against your clit in a way that made you bite your lip and curse under your breath.

the thing that killed you then, was that he took his right hand away from your body to reach down and jerk himself off, seemingly so turned on from having you drip all over his face that his cock was aching for relief, for any kind of touch, so for a while you kept your thighs spread by the sides of his face and enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped by his mouth like that, feeling so sexy and strong in a way only he could make you feel even as you were shaking and losing your mind, chasing your next high with desperate need as he kept his tongue still and let your really fuck his face, slippery sounds and pleased “hmms” hitting your ears as his hand slowly moving up and down his throbbing shaft. he grunted up into you, deeply pleased when you shivered and nearly collapsed right on top of him from yet another wave of orgasmic pleasure, his mouth thoroughly covered in your arousal.

you climbed down from him while uttering “jesus…”, dazed and vibrating with the never-ending drive to be completely undone by him. he wiped his mouth and licked his lips with a pleased smile, hands reaching out to steady you and keep you from falling over to your side “hmm, easy there, nice n´slow”.

“need you deep in me.…” you whined, still not close to done with him, which made him smile, pride flickering in his eyes, remembering all those times you´d just asked for and more of him, no matter how sore you´d be the next day.

“yeah? need to be nice n´full again, sugar?” he asked as you went to straddle his legs, those big strong thighs had grinded up against countless times before, still so maddeningly enticing to you, just the like the rest of his physique as he sat there in the nude, ready to have you take what you needed, to have you on top of him for the first time in way too long.

you reached out to stroke his dick and watched him nod in approval as his abs tightened in response “yeah baby, take that cock and make it yours”. he watched you like a hawk stalking its prey as you hovered over him and held him in your hands, lowering yourself and guiding him to your entrance, whimpering as you slowly sat down on his length, his hands on your waist to help you, sooth you, caressing you softly as you got all the way down and started rocking yourself back and forth.

you braced yourself against his chest and started riding him, eager, needy, relieved to have him inside you again, your body glistening with sweat, his eyes straining to take in every little detail at once as he murmured “atta girl, look at you..”, unsure how he´d gotten lucky enough to have a girl like you spoil him like that, his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing and supporting you as you slid up and down his length, your head thrown back, your tits bouncing with every move, both of you beyond riled up, moaning and mumbling barely coherent things to each other, suddenly reminded why you used to fuck for hours and still want more, right back in that place where everything around you faded and all that was left was the need to ruin each other with as many releases of your pent-up lust as possible, until your bodies would force you to take a break.

he marveled at you as you rode yourself into oblivion on him and let out the sweetest cries, Joel angled his hips a bit differently then to make his cock hit you even better and watched you fall apart, your pussy dripping all over him, leaking down your inner thighs, your walls pulsing so hard you were about to start crying from it, so he pulled you down and held you against his chest as he assured you “shhh I know it´s a lot, you´re doing so well darlin, you can take some more, I know you can, just let go, I´m here, right here”.

you were flush against his chest then as you nodded and whimpered against his skin while you kept moving, Joel taking over and asking “want me to go hard, baby?”, adjusting you on him so you could lay there and let him fuck you from below. “yes.. please…” you sighed and the achingly fragile sound of that “please” was the thing that did it for him. he was so overcome with everything he felt for you, everything he had to bottle up for so long, that he snapped and held you tighter against himself than ever as he fucked you from below like he had a point to prove, your moans of approval only turning him even more feral, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room as you kept your face pressed against his shoulder and let him ruin you, another orgasm hitting you then as he gave you a calculated, intense, deep last thrust and then stilled completely, buried balls deep as he told you “come all over my lap, that´s it, good girl, so good for me” as you bit his shoulder to stifle your high-pitched cry and shuddered, leaking all over him, still rocking up and down on his cock as he groaned and nearly came inside you, but not yet, not just yet.

after a moment of laying on him, breathless, undone, you shakily peeled yourself off and said “one more…”, reading his mind, so he caressed you and asked “you sure, baby? already took a lot” making sure you were fine, but you didn´t waste any time talking and instead just moved over to the empty side of your bed and got on your hands and knees, lowering your head until it was resting against your pillow, which left you ass up, looking so deeply submissive that Joel almost felt undeserving, like he´d cheated his way into that moment and was gonna pay for it heavily down the line, but all that mattered to him then was you, your body, your heart, your soul, your needs, so he got behind you and caressed your cheeks before littering them in kisses and lovebites before he leaned in and buried his face in you.

at first, he ate you out from behind, grunting as his still-hard cock twitched from that divine taste, lapping at you as you drooled into the pillow.

one thing you loved about fucking him was the he always switched between giving you head and fucking your brains out, using the soothing effect of his tongue to give your overstimulated pussy some love between positions, always starting and ending your moments of passion with his mouth on you, never just penetrating you, always making sure you were kissed and licked just right. he was a filthy lover, so he moved his mouth up and ate your ass too, greedy with it, spitting on his fingers and teasing your hole before he swirled his tongue over it and heard you moan “fuck.. ugh” in response, clutching the sheets and tilting your head on the pillow to look behind and see him going at you like a man starved.

“want you to come in me…” you sighed, so he pulled his mouth away and slid two fingers into you from behind, slowly, making sure you were still wide open and relaxed, an undignified squeal leaving you as he did it, your pussy always aching for him, his fingers in particular, something so intimate about it, the hand that was used to handling rough material, so gentle when it was inside of you. “yeah? want me to fill you up? want me to claim this pretty pussy?” he groaned and slid his fingers out again, licking them off and guiding his tip to your swollen lips, easily sinking into the depths of you again, holding your hips and drawing soothing circles there with his thumb as he gave you slow strokes from the back.

his cock hitting a differnet angle now that you were face down, ass up, a different kind of ache spreading through your core, so deliciously overwhelming after all the other ways he´d already pleased you by then, “fuck baby, I´m gonna come…” he growled and went a bit faster, snapping his hips against your ass as he could feel his cock throbbing painfully hard until he buried himself to the hilt, leaned over you, flush against your back, and kissed your shoulder feverishly as his cum leaked into you in thick spurts, so warm and comforting, your pussy drinking it all up, his groans so animalistic as he kept deliriously kissing your back, both of you completely ruined, so deeply satisfied, so relieved and happy to have it back, that once in a lifetime physical connection, that love you shared, that ability to undo and heal each other all at once. you glowed with exhaustion and happiness as he peeled himself away from you and gave you a moment to calm down, laying on his back and caressing your spine, fingertips ghosting over you, marvelling at his beautiful girl, all his again, all his.

you both knew that every second you spent locked inside that room was a risk, you knew someone, god forbid your father, might be looking for you right at that moment, you knew, and yet neither of you could bring yourselves to rush and get up, to get dressed and leave that moment of sacred intimacy behind already.

so, you laid there, just as quiet as him as you felt him trace patterns on your back, smiling to yourself, every part of your body practically thanking you for being that audacious, every inch of you thoroughly relaxed and loose, after so many weeks of aching for him, being tense and lonely and untouched. you could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you, but you didn´t care about ruining your sheets, you refused to clean it off, for the time being you wanted to feel claimed, you wanted to feel the proof of his need for you between your legs, just for a little longer - Joel refused to move and grab a tissue or towel, for very similar reasons.

eventually, you turned around and looked at him, so Joel sighed “come here, let me hold you” and opened his arms, overjoyed to watch you settle on his chest the way you did, like you belonged there, which you did, your head resting right above his heart as you laced your leg over his and put your arm over his middle, snuggled up against him, breathing in his scent, the same way he did yours, Joel pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your back just the way he knew you loved.

“yeah I know why we went insane…” you mused, which got a low laugh out of him “you´re telling me, girl. I was out here losin whatever was left of my sanity thinking of you day and night. could anyone blame me though?” he asked and gave your hip a squeeze for emphasis, which made your grin and turn your head to look up at him.

“yeah? that bad?” you asked, clearly aware of your effect on him, but still, wanting to hear more. Joel tapped the tip of your nose in response to your cheeky question and said “let´s just say I´m pretty damn sure some of my gray hairs have something to do with you, what you put my old heart through.” he phrased it dramatically for comedic purposes, he wasn´t actually blaming you, so you smiled and reached up to ruffle his hair a little. “I noticed, yeah. it suits you.. I like this” you twirled a longer strand of his salt and pepper hair around your finger before you let go and saw him raise his eyebrows and smirk. “do you now? got a thing for silver foxes, sweetheart?”.

“just for you” you whispered and moved further up to give him a kiss, a lingering, loving one, his hand reaching down to caress your neck and pull you up against his lips as close as possible.

“you know..” he said and looked at you with a flicker of mischief in his eyes. “if you wanna sneak out later and come to my house, the way you did last summer, I won´t turn you away. I´ll just take the damn risk this time, you´re worth it, always.”

you beamed at him then, clearly feeling triumphant, beyond glad that he was not brushing your reunion sex off as a moment of weakness, a mistake, a one time thing that can never happen again, that he was trying to be brave for the sake of your connection.

“haven´t had enough of me, old man?” you teased, that familiar little nickname reminding him of all the other times you´d joked about his age to bait him into proving just how strong his “old” body still was.

“no. never. and you´re not going home with that little boy down there, that much I know.” he said, the sound of his jealousy never seizing to send a little tingle through your system, but you decided to relieve him of it, for the time being. you looked at him and said “he´s just a friend, we were putting on a show, he helped me out, did me favor”.

Joel rolled his eyes and smacked your thigh playfully “Christ, of course that´s what it was. always been a tease, hm?”.

“I haven´t been with anyone.. since you.” you confessed and you swore you could hear him sigh in relief. all the nightmare scenarios of other men getting their hands on you, waking up next to you, getting their taste of you, vanished into thin air and left Joel feeling a few pounds lighter.

“me neither, ain´t no way in hell I could´ve done that, I´m a one-woman-man, even when she´s not really mine and far away, even when it´s just in my head.” he said, which made you melt and kiss him again, both of you losing yourselves in the kiss as you sighed against his lips and revelled in the feel of his strong body pressed against yours “we have a lot to make up for then, hm?”.

he had his arms wrapped around you all possessive as he agreed “oh, yes. don´t care if I´ll be limpin and sore all over, I´ll make sure we get our fill, trust me, baby.”

“I´ll massage you if it hurts too bad” you told him and gently squeezed his shoulders.“such a darling girl, hm?” he said and smiled at how you were feeling him up. you could tell that he was debating whether or not to say what was on his mind when you looked into his eyes again, surprised by the the vulnerability you could detect in them, so you nudged him, ever so lightly, wordlessly asking to be let in.

“it´s just…” he traced your arm with his index finger “you deserve much more than this, sneakin around. but I swear I´ll do whatever I can to make you happy, to make you feel good and looked after, and I mean that. if anyone gives you trouble, if anything at all is bothering you, you come to me, alright? I´ll be there, I swear, won´t ever make you leave me alone again. damn fool, that´s what I was last year, but not anymore. I´ll make it up to you, promise, baby.”

you almost teared up and took his hand in yours. “Joel.. first of all this is all I need right now, this is more than enough for me, and I know how scared you were, for good reason, you had every right to break it off. I just loved that time we had together, so much, and I needed you so bad that it turned into anger. but I never actually blamed you, it was a tough situation, still is. but we´re here now, that´s all that matters to me, this is all I want”.

“same for me baby, I’m right where I wanna be, can’t believe I have you back in my arms.” he whispered the last part and kissed your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug which you stayed in for a few minutes, just resting your heads on each other´s shoulders and breathing, warm and safe.

when you separated, you said “we should probably get downstairs again” and moved to the edge of your bed. Joel nodded and moved to get up “yeah. I think he won´t let me leave before 11, so I´ll stay for a bit longer, but then I´ll go home and you can come over like half an hour later, alright? or fifteen minutes maybe…” you smiled at his impatience “I´ve got it, I´ll make sure he doesn´t notice where I´m going, promise”.

“you´re a clever girl, I trust you” he said as he pulled on his boxers and watched you gather your dress up from the floor, making sure you knew that he wasn´t pressuring you to make him feel safe in your shared transgression.

after you put on your bra and dress, you stood there watching Joel, admiring him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and smoothed it out over his chest, whistling quietly to get his attention and tell him “you´re getting even more handsome with age, you know, it´s not fair”.

Joel was not used to being flustered or blushing over compliments, not anymore, not since you´d left, so he waved it off and said “oh shush”, suppressing a smile and shaking his head in faux-disapproval “always givin me hell, I swear, gonna be the death of me one of these days...” it was sweet to you, that a man like him almost seemed like a schoolboy with a crush whenever you explicitly told him how hot you thought he was.

before you could get to your panties, which were still left on the floor, he picked them up and took a good look at them, smoothing the light pink lace out between his fingers. “these are new, aren´t they” he mused and felt tempted to push them up against his nose.

it pleased you, that he noticed, since you´d bought that set of lingerie with him in mind.

“yeah, I remembered you had a thing for me in lace, so” you admitted and stepped closer to him, gently prying the garment out of his palm to do something he wasn´t expecting. not one bit.

instead of putting your panties back on, you folded them up and reached around to the back of his jeans to stuff them into the left pocket, shoving them down so the fabric wouldn´t peek out at the top, holding his gaze as you did it, smiling and then stepping away again to watch him realize what you were letting him get away with.

Joel knew it was all kinds of fucked up, but he was thrilled by it: the idea of walking back outside again, talking to people, his neighbors and friends, being polite and charming, a gentleman, as always, while his girl´s panties were stuffed into his jeans, right there with him, soiled by your desire for him. the idea of you walking around without anything under that dress of yours, maybe even still leaking with his juices, that part he couldn´t even think about without fearing he might get hard again.

Joel pulled you in by your arms and stared down at you as he “you know me too damn well, sweetheart… it´s dangerous.” a pause before he leaned down to whisper to you “never change.”

eventually, you unlocked your door and peeked out to make sure the air was clear before waving him out.

Joel rested against the wall next to you, like he was a stranger chatting you up at a bar, and said “alright, I´ll go down first and if they ask where you´ve been for so long you can just say you got sick and I helped you out, okay?”.

it was an easy but effective lie, in case you needed it, so you nodded and agreed, still holding his hand without even realizing, his thumb tracing little circles on your open palm. he looked at you as if he was waiting to wake up from a dream, scared he was just imagining it, your touch, your presence, the mercy of having you back after all those sleepless nights of imagining it.

neither of you wanted to part ways, even though you would see each other from afar once you were both out in the backyard again, but Joel somehow mustered up the strength to tear himself away from you after he gave you a firm embrace and a kiss to the top of your hand, bowing his head and leaving his lips lingering right on your knuckles until he reluctantly let go and walked downstairs.

a few minutes later, you found your friends sitting by the pool, too drunk to notice that you´d been absent for a good while, to your great relief. Joel took a seat nearby, chatting with your dad and a few other neighbors over a cool beer as he kept glancing over at you, the way you were dipping your feet into the water and swinging your legs back and forth while laughing at something your friend had said, that sweet sound he wished he could hear as often as he heard the birds chirping outside his bedroom window.

to his surprise, he didn´t feel guilty in the presence of your father, not really, something had shifted for him because he knew in his heart, that despite what he´d told himself before, that he was good for you, that he was handling you with care as a lover, showing you what you deserved, that he was making sure you´d never settle for lukewarm passion and someone who didn´t treat you right.

around 11 he made a joke about being too old to stay up that late and hugged a few people goodbye before he gathered his things. when you turned your head to look at him and found him glancing your way over his shoulder too, you gave him a knowing, soft smile and swore you could see him clutch his heart right as he disappeared into the dark of the night.

Joel felt tears gathering in his eyes, tears of joy, tears of relief, of love, and shed a few as he walked down the street, wondering why he of all people had been blessed with an angel like you - he was not a believer, but your name rang in his mind like a prayer, over and over, your mere existence seeming like a miracle to him, a blessing, divine intervention. you brought him to his knees and that´s where he would stay. glad for his weakness. glad to be the one to show you what it meant: to be worshipped by someone who would burn up his life to keep you warm.

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a-goose-on-mars · 12 days ago

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had a shower to relax and just argued with myself in my head the whole time 😊💕

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FLOWERS

Harry Castillo x f!reader || 650 words

Summary: Harry meets the love of his life.

Tw: 18+, mdni, fluff, smut, infidelity, kissing, love, mention of f!oral.

The excerpts in the story are from ‘The Master And Margarita’ by Mikhail Bulgakov | Read it if you haven’t, it’s fantastic!

A/n: my first Harry fic yay! written for ‘fic workout’ game, hosted by wonderful @iamasaddie Aly! I know how much you love this book (I’m in your walls) so your pictures and you inspired me to write this little thing. Hope you’ll like it<3 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing<3 Dividers by saradika-graphics

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Harry had seen you many times before he really met you. In his building’s elevator or in the hall, you were always accompanied by your husband, though it didn’t look like you were in his company. Always on his phone, with an air of pompousness plastered on his face, he treated you more like his shadow, insignificant and mundane.

Harry would greet you both with a polite nod, meanwhile wondering how you ended up with such a man, living among the wealthiest people of New York with their fake smiles, fake tits, fake everything. You seemed to be different. You were real.

“And I was struck not so much by her beauty as by an extraordinary loneliness in her eyes, such as no one had ever seen before! ”

The first time Harry saw you alone in the elevator, you had a volume of “The Master and Margarita” in your hands, one of his favorite books, and he grasped the opportunity to start a conversation.

”Are you enjoying it?” he asked, smiling at you from behind a bouquet of pink roses he was holding.

You gave him a blank look and he pointed at the book with his chin.

”Oh, the novel? Yes, very much.”

“Do you like my flowers?”

When Harry quoted Margarita’s first words to the master, your eyes lit up and a soft laughter escaped your lips. That sound was more beautiful than anything he’d ever heard.

“I do!They’re gorgeous. Are they for your …?”

“My date,” he said out loud, thinking that you were more gorgeous than any flowers. He wished he’d give them to you instead of the woman he was feeling nothing for.

The doors opened and the two of you stepped out into the hall.

“What are your favorite flowers?” Harry blurted out the first thing that popped in his mind, hating to let you go already.

“Peonies,” you answered, pressing the book to your belly. You were nervously spinning a wedding band around your finger when you said quietly,

“I’m going to the park across the street. It’s beautiful there. You could join me some day…to discuss the book. If you’d like.”

“I’d love to.”

“and I suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, understood that all my life I had loved precisely this woman! ”

Harry’s holding a huge bouquet of red peonies with one arm, trying not to drop them on the elevator floor. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, his thumb rubbing your soft skin over the waistband of your jeans.

“Stop, I’m ticklish,” you giggle, wiggling under his hand. “And there’s a camera.”

“I don’t care,” he whispers in your ear and pulls you close. “I’d take you right here if you let me.”

You turn your face to him, your blown out eyes sparkling with need, and Harry reaches for your lips, but you push your nose into the bouquet a second before he can kiss you. His voice is strained as he rasps against your temple,

“I miss your taste, baby. Every second I’m not licking your sweet pussy, I die a little.”

“My god, Harry,” you whine, clinging to his side. “Tonight. I’ll come tonight.”

“Will you stay forever?” His eyes are full of hope and you press your forehead to his and whisper,

“Soon.”

He finally catches your lips and kisses you passionately just before the doors slide open on your floor. You breathe in the peonies one more time and Harry promises,

“They’ll be waiting for you at my place.”

When the elevator starts moving up to his floor, Harry readjusts his hold on the heavy flowers, smiling to himself. It’s ok that he can’t give them to you openly yet, he’ll wait until you are ready. What’s a few days when he’s been waiting for you his entire life?

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for a good time, call…| jm

pairing: contractor!joel miller x phone sex operator! reader

summary: turns out your favorite client, mr. miller, was also renovating your parents kitchen.

warnings: phone sex, MDNI 18+, needy!joel, sub!reader, masturbation, mutual masturbation, voyeurism (slight), age!gap, pinv, FINGERING, f!reader, bossy!joel, lots of dialogue, SWEATY CONSTRUCTION JOEL, dirty talk, smut with 0 plot

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a/n: just thought joel would love phone sex and had to write about it (didn’t proof read ughh!)

Joel wasn’t the kind of man who went looking for things like this. Hell, he’d barely even used his damn cell phone for more than work calls and the occasional “you need anything?” to Tommy. But work had been slow, evenings long, and his bed cold for far longer than he cared to count.

It started the way everything bad always does— by accident. He’d been working late on a kitchen remodel for an older couple across town, staying after to make sure the grout set right. When he finally packed up for the night, he was sore, tired, and just needed something to take his mind off the gnawing quiet of home.

Stopped at a corner store on the way back— needed smokes, a drink, maybe a snack. That’s when he saw it. A little card by the register. Neon pink with black print. “Lonely tonight? Call now.” The girl on the front wasn’t real— he could tell. Too glossy, too airbrushed. But the number was real. He thought. He’d shoved it in his back pocket without thinking.

That night, the house was too still. He sat in his recliner, TV on low, beer sweating on the side table, thumb rubbing over the edges of that card like it was something dangerous, giving himself a little poke at the corners. He wasn’t lonely, he told himself. Just… curious. Which was probably worse.

By the time he dialed, he already felt foolish. A grown man, calling a stranger for God knows what. He almost hung up when the ring clicked over, making him freeze with the phone hovering over his ear.

“Hello,” came a warm, easy voice. Not too high, not too sugary. Like you were smiling without even meaning to.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh… this the number from the—”

“Yes, baby,” you cut in smoothly, like you’d done this a hundred times. “Do you want me to tell you how it works, or do you want to tell me what you need tonight?”

Joel’s mouth went dry. He could hear the smile in your tone. You weren’t rushing him, weren’t fake-giggling. Just… waiting.

“Not sure,” he said finally, leaning back in his chair. “Ain’t never done this before.”

“That’s alright,” you said, and God, your voice was soft. “You can just talk to me. We’ll go slow. You can tell me what you like… or I can help you figure it out.”

Something in him— the part that had been tight and knotted for months— loosened at that. Maybe he can make this work, maybe he’d like this. Maybe he needed this.

“What do I call you?” he asked.

“You don’t have to call me anything, if you don’t want,” you said. “What do you want me to call you?”

He hasn’t done this at all. Fuck. Without even fucking thinking much of it, really, he says, “Mr. Miller.” Like he has nothing to hide. But what kind of rookie mistake was that.

“Mr. Miller,” you repeated in that same soft voice, like velvet. Seductive. Thank you.

That did something to him, the hum that left him gave him away. “Alright then,” he said slowly.

“Now, Mr. Miller… what do you like? What gets you going?”

The bluntness caught him off guard. His ears went hot. “Uh—don’t really… talk about that kinda thing.”

“You’re not used to it,” you said gently, “but you can. There’s no right or wrong answer. You can be as detailed or as vague as you want. Just… tell me something.”

Joel let out a slow breath. “Guess I like… softness.”

“Softness,” you repeated, like you were tasting the word. “You mean… the way someone talks to you? Or their body?”

He thought about it, thumb rubbing the edge of the phone. “Both.”

You hummed. “What about right now, Mr. Miller? If I were in front of you, what’s the first thing you’d notice?”

His mouth went dry. “…Your mouth.”

You let out the faintest little sigh, and Joel felt it low in his gut. “Would you touch me?”

“Yeah,” he said before he could think. He hadn’t even seen you. But fuck.

“How?”

His throat bobbed. “Gentle. At first.”

You smiled in your voice. “At first.”

There was a pause, and Joel swore the silence was heavy with something that wasn’t just talk. You let it stretch before asking, “What are you doing right now?”

Joel shifted in his chair, heat prickling the back of his neck. “…Think you know.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

He huffed a laugh, low and self-conscious. “Touchin’ myself.”

“Mm. That’s good. Think about my mouth, then. Think about me on my knees for you.”

Joel’s eyes shut. The sound of your voice in his ear was more than he expected — less like a stranger, more like someone who already knew how to get inside his head. The image of someone he doesn’t quite know, on her knees in front of him. The feeling of soft hands pressed on his thighs, squeezing gently– anchoring themselves to better take his hard cock.

“You can take your time,” you murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he did take his time. You kept him talking— little nudges, gentle questions, painting pictures in his head until his hand was moving without thought, until his breathing had gone heavy into the receiver.

When you finally whispered, “That’s it, Mr. Miller. Just like that. I want you to let go for me,” Joel bit down on a groan and came hard, shuddering in his seat.

For a moment, the line was nothing but his breath in your ear. Joel’s head was tipped back against the recliner, eyes shut, his voice rough with the kind of pleasure he hadn’t felt in years. His thick release dripping down his knuckles, making a mess all over his jeans. Then—“Goodnight, Sir,” you said softly, smirk obviously on your lips. And before he could answer, the line went to the automated payment system you had in place, leaving Joel staring at the phone while he pulled out his card from his wallet, wondering why he already wanted to hear you again.

. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧

Joel had told himself it’d be a while before he called again. Weeks, maybe. Let it cool off. It’d been four days. He’d spent those nights trying not to think about the sound of your voice— the way you’d called him Mr. Miller, not like everyone else did. Just the way you did. Like it actually needed to be pronounced that way always.

So by the fourth night, he caved. Sat on the edge of his bed, card in hand, number already burned into his memory. The ring was shorter this time.

“Hello,” you said, voice warm like you’d been expecting him.

Joel swallowed. “Yeah… it’s me.”

A smile slid into your tone. “I know.”

That shouldn’t have hit him like it did. “That right?”

“Mhm. You sound the same— like you’re not sure if you should be calling me.”

Joel huffed a small laugh through his nose. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“But you want to.”

“…Yeah,” he admitted.

“Then let’s not waste time, Mr. Miller. What do you want tonight?”

He shifted on the mattress, rubbing the back of his neck. “You start.”

“Mm,” you hummed, “I want to tell you how wet I am for you.” The breath left him sharp. “I’ve been thinking about your voice. The way you sounded when you came for me the other night. Bet your face gets all soft when you’re close… bet your mouth parts and your eyes close real tight. I think about that while I touch myself.”

Joel groaned low— a deep, unsteady sound— hand already pressing at the front of his jeans. “Tell me what you’re wearing,” he said, voice rough.

“Black panties,” you said immediately. “They’re soaked right now. And nothing on top.”

He inhaled hard through his nose. “…Jesus.”

You smiled in your voice. “Do you want to touch me, Mr. Miller?”

“You know I do.”

“How would you do it?”

Joel shut his eyes, breathing heavier now. “Slide my hand between your thighs… thumb on your clit. Gentle at first, then harder ‘til you start whinin’ for me.”

“I’m already whining for you,” you murmured, and Joel’s head tipped back.

“Good girl,” he rasped.

You let a few beats pass before asking, “What about your cock? Is he hard for me, sir?”

Sir. Holy fuck. He grunted— deep, strained. “Yeah… fuck… he is.”

“I want you to take him out. I want you to stroke him for me. Slow.”

Joel obeyed before he could think, his hand wrapping around himself, shuddering at the contact.

“That’s it,” you coaxed. “I want to hear you. Don’t hold back for me.”

And he didn’t. His breath was rough now, his chest rising and falling faster.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” you whispered.

He swallowed hard. “Your mouth… around me.”

“Mhm. I’d suck you slow. Lick you from the base all the way to the tip… take you so deep my eyes water, Mr. Miller.”

Joel’s groan cracked in the middle, his hips shifting up into his hand.

And then you fucking say, “Would you fuck my face, Mr. Miller?”

“…Christ, sugar…”

“I’d let you. I’d take every inch of you, choking on your cock while you tell me how good I am for you.”

His breathing was ragged now, the slick sound of his hand unmistakable.

“Mm, I bet you taste so good.”

He grunted. His hand pumping up and down his length faster, squeezing just that bit of precum out. His thumb flicks across his glistening bulb.

“I’d swallow every drop. I wouldn’t waste a thing. I’d be so good for you, sir.” You’re a little breathless– you know they like when you sound spent.

That tore a deep, guttural sound from him— one he didn’t even recognize as his own.

“Come for me,” you breathed. “I want to hear it.”

Joel’s fist tightened, his hips jerking, and he came hard with a broken groan into the phone. For a long moment, the line was nothing but his breath and the faint hum of your satisfaction.

“You sound so good when you let go,” you murmured. The truth. You usually lied at most men. But not this one. Not Mr. Miller.

Joel swiped a hand over his face, trying to steady his breathing. “…You’re somethin’ else.”

You laughed softly. “Goodnight, Mr. Miller.”

After hearing his payment go through , Joel sat there with the phone still to his ear, wondering if he’d make it more than a couple of days before calling again. He’d give you all of his damn money to just hear you breathe.

. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧

By now, Joel didn’t even bother pretending he wasn’t going to call. He’d learned your schedule— or maybe you’d learned his— because every time, you picked up on the second ring.

“Hello, Mr. Miller.”

His chest loosened at the sound. “Evenin’, sugar.”

“How’s my favorite caller tonight?”

He smirked faintly. “Don’t know ‘bout favorite… but I’m here.”

“You’re always my favorite,” you said easily, and Joel felt heat curl low in his gut — and not just from the words themselves. There was a pause, then you purred, “You hard for me yet, Mr. Miller?”

Joel exhaled through his nose, already palming himself. “Think you know the answer to that.”

“Mm. Take him out for me.”

He obeyed, boxers shoved down just enough, his hand wrapping around himself with a hiss of breath.

“That’s it,” you coaxed. “Stroke yourself slow. I wanna know what you’re thinking’ about.”

Joel’s head tipped back again. “Your tits,” he said, voice low. “Thinkin’ about havin’ ‘em in my hands.”

“Mmh, yeah? I’d let you squeeze ‘em, play with my nipples… would you suck them for me, sir?”

“Hell yes.” His voice was already fraying at the edges.

“I’d put your mouth to work,” you teased. “Make you suck ‘til they’re aching. Make you beg me to let you fuck me.”

Joel groaned, hips twitching. “You’re filthy.”

“That’s why you keep calling.”

“Yeah…” His breathing deepened, the slick sound of his strokes faint but steady. Then, almost casually, he asks, “What’s your name?”

You laughed softly. “You know I can’t tell you that, Sir.”

“First name. Just a first name.”

“Mm-mm. We’re not doing that,” you murmured, voice still smooth but laced with a smile. “You’ll just have to keep calling if you want to know me.”

Joel grunted. “Already do.”

You let a beat pass, then shifted the tone right back to filth. “Bet your cock’s leaking for me, isn’t it?”

He exhaled sharply. “…Yeah.”

“I’d lick it up. Run my tongue over your slit, suck you into my mouth… make you watch me swallow him.”

Joel’s groan was deep, almost a growl. “Jesus Christ.”

“Would you pull my hair while I do it?”

“Hard,” he rasped. “Hold your head still while I fuck your mouth.” His breathing heavy. He’s close.

“That’s it. Just like that, Mr. Miller. I want you to come for me.”

His strokes sped up without thought, his breath ragged in your ear until he spilled over his hand with a long, low groan. You waited until his breathing slowed before saying, softer this time, “One day, I’ll tell you my name.”

Joel blinked at the ceiling, pulse still thundering. “…Promise?”

“Mhm. But not yet. Goodnight, Mr. Miller.”

Joel sat there with a knot in his chest that wasn’t entirely about what just happened. He hadn’t meant to ask that. But god, he wanted to know so badly. Wanted to moan your name off his lips when he came. Wanted to feel how easy it would be to say it.

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Your parents’ kitchen had smelled like coffee and fresh paint, the air thick with the noise of men working. You’d barely set your bag down before you heard it— deep, gravel-warm, wrapping around your ribs like a hand you knew too well.

“Yeah, hand me that drill, would ya?”

Your breath caught. It couldn’t be. But it was. Even muffled through walls, even casual, even directed at someone else— it was him. Your favorite client. Mr. Miller. You didn’t see him. Didn’t dare peek around that corner. You just stood frozen, heart pounding, before excusing yourself early with some flimsy reason.

That night, your phone rang. Joel was sitting at his kitchen table, jeans loose around his hips, the card with your number worn soft at the edges.

You answered with a steady, “Hello, you.”

“Evenin’, sugar,” he drawled, always the same, and your stomach flipped because God, it was definitely the same voice you’d heard by daylight in your parents’ kitchen.

You forced a smile into your voice. “I didn’t think I’d hear from you tonight.”

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he said, and you could hear him shifting— the faint scrape of a chair, the creak of wood under his weight. “Been a long day.”

“I bet it has,” you murmured. “What were you doing?”

“Workin’ on a house. Old place. Lotta repairs.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. “Did you finish?”

“Not yet. Gotta go back in the mornin’.”

You swallowed. “Bet you’re tired.”

“Tired,�� he agreed, “but not too tired for this.” His breathing deepened, slow and steady. “You touchin’ yourself yet?”

Your thighs pressed together. “…Not yet.”

“Start,” he ordered, voice dropping into that tone that always made you melt.

You slid your hand down, fingers parting your folds. “Mmh… wet.”

Joel’s exhale was sharp. “Good girl. Wish I could see her. Put my fingers in you, feel how warm you are.”

Your breath hitched. “You’d like that?”

“Hell yes,” he groaned. “Push two fingers in, slow. Stretch that little pussy for me.”

You obeyed, biting back a sound that still slipped into the line.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Fuck yourself nice and slow. I wanna hear every bit of it.”

You let the wet sounds carry through the phone, and Joel’s groan cracked in the middle. “Think about me,” he said, voice rough. “Think about me right there, thumb on your clit while I fuck you with my fingers.”

Your body clenched hard around your hand. “…Fuck—.”

“Come for me, sugar.”

You did, shuddering into the receiver, and Joel let out a deep, broken moan, chasing his own, that made your head spin all over again When it was over, you were breathless, heart still racing from more than just the orgasm.

“Sleep good, sweet girl,” he murmured.

And when the line went dead, you just lay there in the dark, your body still humming, knowing you’d see him tomorrow— for real, this time.

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You smelled the coffee before you smelled the sawdust. The low hum of men’s voices drifted in from the kitchen— your father talking to someone, laughing about something. You froze in the hallway because there it was again… that voice.

“Yeah, we’ll get the backsplash up today. Should be done by the end of the week.”

Your stomach tightened. You knew that tone. Knew that slow, easy cadence and the grit in it. Last night, you’d heard it thick with need, telling you to spread your legs wider. Now it was broad daylight, grounded, businesslike— and still warm enough to slide right down your spine. You smoothed your hair, took a breath, and stepped into the kitchen.

Your father looked up first. “Morning, sweetheart. Mr. Miller and his crew are here renovating our kitchen.”

And there he was. The man whose name you don’t know. The man who’s been paying you to get him off over the phone. The man you begged to come for you a few nights ago. Joel– Mr. Miller.

Broad shoulders under a faded flannel, work jeans worn white at the knees, a rag in one big hand. You’re mesmerized. Nothing at all what you envisioned. Handsome. Dear fucking god, so handsome. He straightened when he saw you — not because he recognized you (he didn’t, not yet) but because… damn. You were pretty. More than pretty. Something in his chest gave a little pull he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Joel,” your father said, “this is my daughter.”

Joel’s hand twitched before he set the rag down and stepped forward. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice a touch lower, his posture straighter, like he needed to square up in front of you.

You slid your hand into his— warm, calloused, strong— and looked him right in the eye. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Miller.”

Something flickered in his gaze at the way you said it — maybe pride, maybe something darker. Every hair on his arms stood on end. He knew that voice.

Knew the way you let Mister slide like a tease. Knew the lilt at the end, the hint of a smile curling around the words. It was you. The girl who’d made him groan into the phone six times in the last month. The girl who’d told him, in that same sweet tone, that she’d take his cock down her throat until her eyes watered. And you were… young. You couldn’t be more than twenty-five. Jesus Christ.

His hands were big and warm around yours, mind scrambled. Images he’d only ever built in his head flashing in real life— except you were smaller, prettier, softer than he’d imagined. But you knew. Oh, you knew. The faint squeeze of his palm, the way his eyes darted over your face like he was matching the sound of you to the sight of you.

“I’m sorry,” he’s watching you intently, “didn’t catch your name.” There it was. Fuck, this guys good. He watches your lips curl into a small smile, cheeks blushing. You tell him. He repeats it, nodding almost as if he’s confirming the thoughts he had– yes, it sounds like he’s supposed to say your name. Sounds like it belongs to him. And it’s true, you hearing your name fall from his lips, it’s perfect. And you begin to wonder why the hell you hadn’t told him sooner. To make him tell you who exactly he’s cumming for.

Joel released your hand slower than he should have, rubbing his palm against his thigh, like maybe he could wipe away the memory of how you’d sounded moaning his title into the phone.

“Joel’s the best in town,” your father went on. “We’re lucky to have him.”

Joel shrugged, but his eyes kept finding yours, like he couldn’t quite help it. “Just doin’ my job.”

Your father kept talking, but Joel barely heard him. His first clear thought in that haze was dangerous and heavy: Christ, she’s even prettier than I pictured. His second was worse: I’m in trouble. And you? You smiled sweetly, Oh yeah. You need him.

Your father moved toward the coffeepot, talking about tile colors, but Joel barely heard him. He had a pencil in one hand, a clipboard in the other, and his brain was still back on the moment you’d said Mr. Miller in that sweet little voice— the exact same voice that had purred Yes, Sir into his ear more times than he could count.

He bent to check the edge of the countertop, mostly so he wouldn’t have to look at you, but his eyes found you anyway— leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a polite smile that he could already tell was trouble. You didn’t speak, but your eyes said everything– I know you know.

He shifted his weight, straightening up, rolling his shoulders like he needed to remind himself to breathe. “We’ll have the backsplash prepped by this afternoon,” he said to your dad, voice even, hands steady. But the second he glanced your way again, that steadiness frayed.

You tilted your head, eyes dropping briefly– deliberately, on his work belt sling around his waist, then back up at him with that little smirk he’s heard behind the phone more often than not. Joel’s grip on the pencil tightened.

Your father handed him a mug of coffee, oblivious. “You take sugar?”

Joel shook his head. “Black’s fine.” He took a sip, burning his tongue, and set it down harder than necessary.

You stayed quiet, almost prim, as you walked to the counter where he stood marking measurements. “Need help with anything?” you asked lightly.

Joel’s jaw ticked. “Nah. We got it handled.”

But your father piped up behind you. “You can hand him those brackets, sweetheart— top of the box over there.”

You crossed in front of Joel, close enough that he caught the faint scent of your shampoo, and bent slightly to grab the hardware. He looked away, but his ears burned.

“Here you go, Mr. Miller.” You handed him the brackets, your fingers brushing his just a little too long.

He swallowed. “Thanks.”

Your smile was polite for your dad’s sake, but Joel saw the glint underneath— the same glint he’d heard in your voice when you told him you’d lick him clean. He turned back to his work before anyone could notice the way his breathing had gone deeper. His mind betraying him, putting a face to all those words you’ve told him. He’s dying. Dying to fucking talk to you. Touch you. And he will, even if it kills him.

. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧

You were waiting for it. You’d been waiting since the moment you walked out of that kitchen and left Joel standing there with a handful of brackets like he didn’t know which way was up. The phone rang late— later than usual. Almost as if he was fighting with himself if he should call you or not. Or maybe it was embarrassment. That maybe you thought he was too old for you and maybe you thought it was digusting and you’d probably not answer. But the way you looked at him? He couldn’t deny that.

You answered slow. “Hi, Joel.”

Silence for a beat. Then, that low voice, he says your name, “fits you.”

You smiled against the receiver. “Told you I’d tell you my name someday.”

You could hear him breathing, heavier than usual, and imagined him sitting in the dark, elbows on his knees, phone tight in his hand. T-shirt tight around his biceps. That scruff on his face, jaw tight. Those brown eyes dark with lust.

“You didn’t tell me you were…” He trailed off, exhaling hard. “…younger than I thought.”

“How young did you think I was?” you teased.

“Old enough I didn’t feel like a fuckin’ pervert.”

“Mmh.” You shifted on the bed, letting your voice go silkier. “So now you do?”

“Don’t start,” he warned, but his tone was already slipping.

“You stood up straighter for me today,” you said. “Shook my hand like you wanted me to think you were impressive or something.. I noticed.”

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was a faint groan in it. He dragged his palm down his face.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Mr. Miller,” you whispered. “About how big your hands looked holding those tools. About how they’d feel between my thighs.”

Joel inhaled sharply. “Jesus Christ…”

“Do you want to know what I did when you left?”

“Yeah.”

“I got in the shower… and I touched myself. Thought about you behind me, work jeans still on, pulling my hips back onto you. That handsome face watching me come undone for you.”

He let out a sound that was more growl than groan. “Fuck… keep talkin’.”

“I pictured you telling me to keep quiet so my dad wouldn’t hear. One hand over my mouth, the other on my clit while you fuck me.”

Joel’s breathing had gone ragged now, his faint grunts carrying through the phone. “You dirty little thing.”

“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Getting me all messy while we’re just a room away from my parents.”

His groan cracked. “Goddamn it—” The thought of that getting him even harder than he’d thought.

“Are you touching yourself for me, Joel?”

“…Yeah.” His voice came out breathless. The way you say his name wrecks him.

“Faster. I want you to come for me thinking about bending me over your workbench in the garage.”

That did it. His moan came deep and rough, drawn out until his breathing slowed, the silence stretching between you.

“You’re trouble,” he said finally, voice low.

“You like trouble, Mr. Miller.” He didn’t deny it.

. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧

It was late again when your phone lit up with Mr. Miller in your mind.

You smiled as you answered, stretching out in bed. “Joel.”

“Didn’t see you today.”

The way he said it— low, almost accusing— made your smile widen. “Oh? Were you looking for me?”

Joel grunted softly. “Maybe.”

“Maybe you missed me.”

“…Maybe,” he admitted after a beat, voice rasping like he didn’t like being caught.

You rolled onto your stomach, twirling the cord of your phone charger between your fingers. Little butterflies. “Well, that’s sweet.”

“You around tomorrow?”

“Nope,” you said lightly. “I’m already home.”

“…Home?”

“Mhm. I don’t live there. Out of state, actually.”

There was a pause, a low sound in his throat that almost sounded like a frown. “So when’s the next time I’ll see you?”

Your grin turned wicked. “Oh, you wanna see me, Mr. Miller?”

His inhale was sharp. “…Yeah. I do.”

“What do you wanna see me do?” you asked, voice soft and dangerous.

“Christ…” He let the word drag, like he was chewing on the thought. “Wanna see you smile like you did yesterday. Wanna see those pretty eyes lookin’ right at me while you—”

“While I what?”

Joel’s breath came heavier now. “While you’re sittin’ on my lap, skirt pushed up, no panties on.”

You bit your lip, letting a beat pass before murmuring, “You’d like that?”

“More than like it,” he said, voice dropping, “I’d fuckin’ need it.” Then a pause. “How old are you?”

You smiled into the receiver. “Why do you wanna know?”

“Just… curious.”

“Old enough, Mr. Miller.”

“Yeah, but how old?”

“Twenty-four.”

There was a quiet grunt on the other end, followed by a long breath. Then you say,“Is that a problem?”

“Problem?” His voice dipped lower. “No. Just means I should be careful with you.”

You laughed softly. “Careful? Who says I like careful?”

He shifted, you could hear the faint creak of a chair. “Do your folks know what you’re up to?”

“Mmm… no.”

Joel exhaled slowly, the sound thick. “I wanna see you.”

Your pulse skipped. “And do what, handsome?”

“Things I can’t do over the phone,” he said, voice gone rough. “Things I’ve been thinkin’ about since I saw you in that kitchen.”

You let the silence stretch, your tone almost playful when you answered, “I don’t usually sleep with my callers.”

He made a low sound— something between a groan and a chuckle. “Yeah?”

“But…” you went on, softer now, “I might make an exception for you.”

Joel’s breath caught, his voice dropping to a rasp. “…Careful, sugar. You keep talkin’ like that and I’ll be in my truck before the night’s over.”

And you felt it. That familiar ache. You have a crush. And when he called you again, it confirmed it. It was only two nights later when your phone buzzed with that familiar number.

“Joel,” you said sweetly.

“Been thinking about that exception you said you’d make.”

You smiled. “Oh? Losing sleep over it?”

“Maybe.” His voice was heavy. “Figure if I’m gonna do this… I oughta know the rules.”

“The rules,” you repeated, leaning back against your pillows. “Alright, Mr. Miller. Let’s talk terms.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Terms.”

“Mhm. First one— you do exactly what I say when we’re together.”

Joel grunted. “You think you can boss me around?”

“I don’t think, sir,” you teased. “I know.”

A beat of silence, then: “…Alright. What else?”

“If you do it right…” You let your voice slow, silk over steel, “I’ll pay you.”

Joel actually laughed — that deep, warm rumble you’d never heard from him before. You heart fluttered. “Pay me?”

“Mhm. Contractor rates, even. You are the best in town, after all.”

“You’re trouble,” he said, but you could hear the grin in it. “And what if I don’t want your money?”

“Then I guess you’ll have to make sure I can’t stop thinking about you,” you murmured.

There was a pause, then his voice dropped. “You put me on a job like that, I’ll work you over ‘til you can’t walk straight.”

“That’s the idea,” you whispered.

Joel exhaled like he was picturing it right then. “When?”

You hummed, letting him hang for a moment. “Soon. If you’re good.”

“Baby…” his voice was low, almost dangerous now, “you have no idea how good I can be.”

. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧

You spotted him before he spotted you.

Joel was out by the back porch, leaning against the railing, talking easy with your dad — one hand curled around a bottle, the other resting in his pocket. The golden evening light hit him just right, making the silver in his hair gleam, his flannel stretched across his shoulders. You stepped outside, all smiles. “Hey, Mr. Miller.”

Joel’s eyes flicked to you, just for a second, but in that second there was the tiniest smirk, the barest flicker of memory from every call. “Evenin’,” he said, voice even.

You lingered just close enough to be part of the conversation, tossing in little remarks, laughing when Joel said something— leaning forward when you laughed so his eyes had somewhere to go.

Your dad, oblivious, clapped Joel on the shoulder. “You oughta stay for another drink or two. Long week like yours, you’ve earned it.” Oh, he definitely has, you wanna scream.

Joel almost glanced at you— almost— but kept his eyes on your dad. “Yeah, I could do that.”

And so he stayed. Beer after beer, the sun sinking low until the porch light was the only glow outside. Your dad was a stickler about no drinking and driving, and you knew exactly how to nudge the evening toward that inevitability.

“Another one?” you offered from the kitchen doorway, bottle dangling between your fingers. Joel’s gaze met yours — a silent, I know what you’re doing. But he took it.

By the time the night had stretched well past sensible, your dad was leaning back in his chair, satisfied with the evening, and saying exactly what you’d been waiting for: “You’ve had a few, Joel. Stay here tonight. Sofa’s free.”

Joel didn’t argue. “Appreciate it.”

You smiled, leaning against the wall like it was just another Friday night. “Goodnight, Dad.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

The house went quiet after that. Joel lay on the sofa for maybe twenty minutes, staring at the ceiling, listening to the distant sound of you moving around upstairs. Every shift of the sheets, every creak of the floorboards, tightened something in his chest.

Eventually, he sat up. Stood. His boots were off, footsteps soft as he made his way down the hall and up the stairs. He didn’t knock. Just eased your bedroom door open, the dark spilling around him. You were sitting up in bed, like you’d been waiting.

“Mr. Miller,” you whispered, a smile curling slow and knowing.

Joel shut the door behind him, the dim light from your bedside lamp painting everything in soft amber. He looked bigger in here, the space making his shoulders seem broader, his presence heavier. “You gonna invite me in proper,” he murmured, “or you just plan on starin’ at me like that?”

You tilted your head, your lip tugged between your teeth. This man was so beautiful. “I was just wondering… how many times you’ve pictured me in here.”

His jaw flexed. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, come on.” You slid out from under the covers, padding toward him barefoot. “You’ve pictured it, haven’t you? Me in bed, hand between my thighs…”

Joel’s throat worked as he swallowed, his voice low. “Yeah.”

“I bet you’ve imagined me finger-fucking myself for you every night.”

His breath hitched, his eyes darkening. You stepped around him and pointed to the chair in the corner— the one angled just enough toward the bed. “Sit.”

Joel didn’t move right away, his gaze fixed on yours like he was deciding if he’d let you have this. But then he obeyed, lowering himself into the chair, elbows on his knees, watching you like he could eat you alive.

You dragged yourself to the edge of the bed— right in front of him — and sat with your knees parted just enough to make his breath deepen.

“I bet you like to watch,” you teased, fingers skimming up your thighs. “Don’t you, Mr. Miller?”

His eyes tracked your hand like it was prey. “You’re pushin’ it, sugar.”

“You’re the one who called me every night to hear me touch myself,” you said sweetly. “Now you get the real thing. Lucky you.”

Joel’s hands flexed on his knees, the muscle in his jaw ticking. Your little voice ringing in his ears. “You like this, don’t you?” You slid your fingers beneath your panties, dragging a slow circle over your clit. “Pervert.”

Joel let out a sound— low, almost a growl— leaning forward but not quite reaching for you, like he was giving you the chance to keep going.

“Keep talkin’,” he rasped. “Wanna hear you ruin me.” Joel was already leaning forward in the chair, elbows braced on his knees like he couldn’t stand the distance. His eyes were locked between your thighs, tracking every slow, lazy drag of your fingers. Watching you slide off your panties and toss them aside.

You let your knees fall open wider, silk camisole slipping over your hips as you tilted back on one hand. The thin straps barely covered you, your nipples pressing against the fabric, tight and aching under his stare.

“Look at you,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “Just sitting there, watching me make myself feel so fucking good.”

Joel’s chest rose and fell heavy, his jaw tight. His eyes flicked from your hand to your breasts, back to the wet heat between your thighs, and he swallowed hard.

“I imagined you watching me. How hard I’d get you just from touching myself.”

“Jesus Christ, sugar…” His voice was already breaking.

You slid two fingers lower, parting yourself so he could see everything — the slick stretch, the way your folds glistened. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

Joel’s hands fisted on his thighs. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

“I’m so wet for you, Mr. Miller,” you whispered, your hips lifting to meet your own touch. “And you’re just sitting there. Bet your cock’s so hard right now.”

His gaze dragged up to your mouth, back down again, and the bulge in his jeans twitched under your words.

You bit your lip, moaning softly. “Mmh… I’m so close. My pussy’s so fucking needy for you. You like watching me work her open?”

Joel’s breath shuddered out. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“Maybe I want to,” you teased, curling your fingers inside yourself, your free hand coming up to squeeze your breast through the camisole. The thin fabric darkened where your nipple rubbed against it, peaked and hard.

Joel made a low, guttural sound, like it had been ripped out of him. His knees spread wider, one hand shifting to the bulge in his jeans without even meaning to.

You watched him touch himself and smiled wickedly. “You gonna come just from watching me, sir?”

His head tipped back, eyes shut tight for a second before finding you again. “Keep talkin’, pretty girl.”

“I’m so fucking wet,” you breathed. “My fingers are dripping… wish it was your cock instead. Wish I could ride you until I can’t take anymore.”

Joel’s hand flexed on himself, his breathing gone ragged, and you could see the restraint starting to slip from his face.

“You can’t touch me yet,” you warned, curling your toes as your orgasm started to crest. “Not until I make myself come for you. Not until you watch me do it right.”

“Goddamn…” Joel’s voice was hoarse, his eyes wide, glued to you. “You’re… fuck, you’re perfect.”

It hit you hard. A soft, quiet moan escaping your lips. Your back arched, your knees trembled, and your fingers worked you through it, hips jerking as the heat rolled over you in thick, pulsing waves. You were still catching your breath, still trembling, when Joel moved.

One second he was in the chair, the next he was between your knees, his big hand wrapping around your wrist to yank your own fingers out of your pussy— replacing them with his.

Two thick, calloused fingers drove deep, knuckles pressing against your swollen entrance. You gasped, chin dropping to your chest, propped up on your elbows, your mouth hanging open. “J-Joel—”

“Sound so fucking sweet moanin’ my name like that,” he growled, eyes locked on where you stretched around him. “Feel how you’re flutterin’ on me? How you’re suckin’ me in?”

You whimpered, nails digging into the sheets, eyes blown wide and fixed on his. “Goddamn, sugar,” he rasped, curling his fingers until you moaned, your slick running down his hand. “All this for me? All that drippin’ just from showin’ me what’s mine?”

Your breath hitched, your hips rolling into his palm without thinking.

“That’s it,” Joel murmured, his thumb pressing against your clit now, his fingers fucking into you deep and filthy. “Milk my fingers, baby girl… fuckin’ wring ‘em dry.”

You were half-gone, body clenching around him in desperate pulses, and Joel’s eyes burned into yours, dark and hungry.

“Pretty little mouth hangin’ open… you got no idea what you’re doin’ to me,” he panted, voice gone rough with it. “Gonna fuck you so full you’ll still be leakin’ tomorrow.”

Your head tipped back, a raw moan ripping from your throat as you clenched down hard, his fingers buried to the hilt. He feels around the bed for your discarded panties and stuffs them in your mouth, “shh, sweetheart. Don’t wanna wake your daddy now, do we?”

You knit your brows together, shaking your head. The ache in your core so unbelievably heavy.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers. You moan. Eyes rolling back at how the words innocent as “pretty” can be coming from a man knuckle deep inside your pussy. Your head falls back, chest heaving up and down, feeling that orgasm creeping in.

“Yeah,” he grunted, watching every twitch, every flutter. “There she is. That’s my girl.”

Joel didn’t give you a chance to breathe. The moment your body stopped quaking around his fingers, he pulled them out, slick coating them to the knuckle, and shoved them into his mouth with a low, wrecked groan.

“Sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted,” he rasped — and then his belt was hitting the floor.

Your eyes went wide, heartbeat slamming in your ears as he tore his jeans open, the heavy line of him springing free. Thick. Flushed. Veined. Bigger than you could’ve even conjured up in your little head.

You yank the panties from your mouth to say,“Joel—”

“Shh,” he cut you off, his voice low and dark as he pushed you back onto your mattress, head hitting your sheets softly, one big hand sliding up your thigh. “I’ve been dreamin’ about this since the first night I called you, sugar. Since the first time you said sir in that sweet little voice.”

He dragged your hips to the very edge of the bed, his cock slapping hot against your swollen folds, smearing you open with every slow grind.

“Look at that,” he muttered, eyes locked where he was lining himself up. “Pussy so wet for me she’s beggin’.”

And then he pushed in. The stretch burned in the best way, forcing your mouth open on a gasp as he bottomed out, thick and deep and there.

“Fuuuck,” Joel groaned, head tipping back for a second before his gaze snapped to yours. “Tighter than I imagined. You’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”

Your nails clawed at the sheets, your eyes locked to his. “Y-you feel—”

“I know,” he rasped, hips pulling back only to drive in harder, deeper. “Been thinkin’ about this every goddamn night, baby girl. Every moan, every little gasp I heard through that phone—” He punctuated each couple words with a thrust that shoved you up the bed. “—I pictured this.”

His hand came up to your jaw, tilting your face so he could watch your expression as he fucked into you. “That’s it. Let me see how good I make you feel.”

You bit your lip, but a moan still slipped out, high and helpless. Joel’s eyes went darker. “You keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m not gonna last, baby girl.”

He slammed in again, groaning low, his other hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucked you deeper. “You’re gonna come for me,” he growled. “Gonna make this cock all messy while I’m still inside you. Do it, sugar. Give it to me.”

Your back arched, the tight coil in your belly snapping hard, and you came with a strangled cry, clenching him so tight he cursed into your neck and buried himself to the hilt.

“God—fuck—”

Joel held you there, hips pressed flush, filling you in thick, pulsing ropes until his jaw went slack and all that was left was the sound of your panting in the dark. He stayed inside you a moment longer, his hand still cupping your jaw, his eyes still drinking you in like he couldn’t believe you were real. Joel stayed buried, his hips pressed flush, one hand heavy and warm at your hip, the other still cupping your jaw like he didn’t want you to turn away.

His breathing was slowing, but his eyes… his eyes were still roaming every inch of your face like he was memorizing it.

Your cheeks were hot and pink, your lips swollen from biting back moans, hair a little messy against the pillow. You looked wrecked — and dreamy, and soft, and younger than you’d let on with your words over the phone. Innocent, almost.

Joel’s thumb brushed over your cheekbone, rough against the softness of your skin. “Pretty little thing,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Look at you… all fucked out for me.”

You swallowed, your voice small, almost too shy for the room you were in together. “I’ve… never done that before.”

His brows pulled together slightly. “What d’you mean?”

Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his chest, then down to where you were still joined. “Never… had sex with a client.” A pause, your breath catching. “Never had sex with an older man, either.”

Joel went still, his hand at your jaw tightening just slightly. “You tellin’ me I’m the first for both?”

You nodded, your blush deepening. “Mm-hm.”

Something shifted in his eyes — softer, heavier, like the words were settling somewhere deep in his chest. “Christ, sugar…”

You let your lashes lower, voice barely a whisper. “Was I… any good?”

Joel’s head tipped, like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask. “What?”

You bit your lip. “Did I… live up to the person I was on the phone for you?”

For a beat, he didn’t speak — just looked at you like he wanted to burn this exact moment into his memory. Then his hand slid from your jaw into your hair, tugging gently so you’d look right at him.

“You were better,” he said, slow and certain. “Nothin’ I pictured even comes close to the way you feel… the way you look right now.”

Your chest tightened, the sincerity in his tone sending a shiver down your spine. Joel leaned in, brushing his lips over your temple. “You were more than good, sugar. You ruined me.”

Joel still hadn’t pulled out, his weight heavy and grounding between your thighs, his hand threaded through your hair like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go. He still felt hard, somehow. You could feel his heartbeat in the press of his chest against yours, the way his breath was still warm on your cheek.

“This ain’t gonna be a one-time thing,” he said low, almost like it was a decision he’d just made aloud.

You blinked up at him, eyes still hazy. “…No?”

He shook his head, lips curving just faintly. “Not a chance in hell. You think I’m lettin’ you go after this? After the way you just milked me and looked that pretty doin’ it?”

A little rush of heat rolled through you, your blush deepening again.

He studied your face for a long moment, his thumb stroking lazy along your jaw. “Gonna see you again before you leave.”

You hesitated — and then your voice came soft, testing the waters. “Joel… did you ever imagine kissing me?”

His eyes sharpened, the line of his mouth tightening like you’d just pulled something from deep inside him.

“More than I should’ve,” he admitted, voice rough. “Had to stop myself plenty of times, even just over the phone. Always figured if I got the chance, I wouldn’t stop.”

You swallowed. “So what’s stopping you now?”

Joel’s gaze dropped to your mouth, his hips pressing forward just slightly, like he could remind you exactly where you were still joined.

“Nothin’, sugar,” he murmured— and then his lips were on yours, slow but deep, tasting you like he’d been starving for it since the first call Joel’s mouth was warm, sure, and slow at first — the kind of kiss that sank straight into your bones. He kissed you like he was claiming something, his thumb brushing your jaw while his other hand stayed heavy at your hip, keeping you anchored beneath him.

You sighed into it, lips parting, and the second his tongue slid against yours, his hips shifted— a deep, unhurried roll that reminded you he was still inside you, thick and hot, filling you in a way you could feel in your ribs. A quiet, broken sound slipped from your throat. Joel swallowed it, groaning low into your mouth like he’d been waiting weeks to hear it up close.

You shifted under him, your thighs widening just a little more, and his grip on your hip tightened. “Mm, baby,” he murmured against your lips, “you keep movin’ like that and I’m gonna make you cum again.”

“Maybe I want you to,” you breathed, kissing him again, slower this time, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck.

His chest rumbled with a half-laugh, half-growl. “Goddamn insatiable.”

Another roll of his hips had you gasping into his mouth, your nails curling into his hair. You could feel the way he shuddered when you clenched around him, his cock twitching to life, his kiss turning hotter, filthier— his tongue sliding deeper, his teeth catching your bottom lip before he soothed it with a soft suck.

You pulled back just far enough to whisper, breathless, “Do you like kissing me, Joel?”

His eyes were dark and locked on yours, his mouth slick and swollen from you. “Sweetheart… I fuckin’ love it. Might love it too much.”

And then he kissed you again, harder this time, hips starting to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had your toes curling and your mind going hazy all over again. “Gonna gimme another one?”

“However many you want, Mr. Miller.”

“That’s my girl.”

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a-goose-on-mars · 15 days ago

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The sun shines prettier with you - joel miller x female reader

summary: your relationship with Joel is private and new, and unluckily for you.. he’s working across the road from your office and the flowers he sends to you.. end up on another woman’s desk.

word count: 5.1k

content warning: first fic in a long time lol so no warnings, insecurity maybe ?

a/n: request for @kellyxo1 hope you love 🖤 got a little carried away lol. I don’t know how I feel about it 😭

The office awakens the way a city wakes, by degrees. First the automatic lights clicked alive with a faint buzz then the printers exhaled warm breaths of toner, the coffee machines began their staccato hisses and sighs like tired lungs. You breathed with it, a practiced rhythm. Tote bag down, lunch in the fridge, brown cardigan on the chair back. Mouse woken with two taps and your password on the keyboard.

Weller & Co. wasn’t a glamorous firm, not the kind with neon feature walls and kombucha taps—just a busy little marketing shop with framed case studies hung a tad crooked down the corridor, successes from clients that felt like neighbors, a chain of bakeries, a microbrewery, a dental clinic rebrand that still sent you free toothpaste every Christmas.

Your team lived in the south quadrant consisting of twelve desks in a pinwheel around two communal tables, a jungle of spider plants that had somehow survived four office moves and three Christmas parties.

Your desk was the third down from the windows. If you leaned back far enough, chin tipped upward, you could see across the street through a slice of glass between two hanging plants.

Luckily for you, across the street, past the orange fencing and a stack of timber that threw splinters of sun onto the pavement, Miller Brothers Contracting had taken up residence.

Mostly, you saw motion. Fluorescent vests flaring and vanishing. A saw coughing itself hoarse back and forth. Gloved hands passing sheets of ply like cards across a table. But sometimes when the angle was right and the sun slid just so, you caught the broad line of a back you knew by touch now.

The set of a jaw you’d memorized, the way he tipped his hard hat back with his thumb as if he were adjusting the whole day into place. And the warmth that rose in your chest had nothing to do with the office heating.

Boyfriend.

The word was still shiny on your tongue, too new to trust and too precious to put down. Joel had said it once with a careful smile, like checking a tool’s weight in his hand before committing to putting it to use, you’d said it back and felt the click of something settling where it belonged.

You kept most of that to yourself at work. Not a secret, just private. You guarded it the way you guarded the best part of a song, unwilling to let office chatter chew on it.

Which meant there was room for people like Tessa to fill the silences you didn’t.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Tessa’s voice arrived before she did, lacquered and sugary. She parked one hip on the corner of your desk, sipped her iced coffee, and glanced at your empty ring finger with a casualness too practiced to be casual. “Still single and thriving?”

A smile you’d perfected for this exact moment folded itself onto your face. “Thriving, yes. Single, no.”

“Mmm.” Her eyes went mock-wide. “Mysterious.” She swiveled toward the window, yellow hair catching the fluorescents. “Well, if you change your mind, I hear there are gentlemen across the street.”

You let the barb slide even where it stings. Tessa liked tally marks—on charts, on lips, on people. She played queen bee in a hive with no honey, skimming sweetness from other people’s good days. She was a weather system, annoying, persistent, hard to dress for. The interns adored her, the designers dreaded her feedback annotated in rose-gold gel pen. The CEO, Matt Weller, called her “a personality” like it was a killer metric on a cv.

“Big presentation at two,” she added, tapping your monitor with her nail with a click encites something that dissolves your patience. “Don’t be late. Weller wants fresh eyes on the deck.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said, and you didn’t dream of it. You dreamed of calloused hands and a voice that curled ‘sunshine’ around your name like a secret.

When you have a good thing, the world can’t help flicking it like a bruise to see how you flinch. Which is why it had to stay secret.

Safe.

At twelve, the building breathed out it’s working breath and inhaled food. Curry leaf from the fifth floor. From the street, diesel, hot bread and the bright metallic bite of cut steel drifting in through the revolving doors.

“Food truck?” Pam asked, tucking her black hair behind her ear.

“Leftovers,” you tell your friend, lifting your lunch bag. But your gaze had already tipped guiltily, instinctively toward the windows. Across the road, the food truck’s awning popped with the breeze.

There was a small queue. Workers line up and laughter curls through the open windows like a tune.

But you search until you find the familiar figure of him.

He turned a partial profile, and even at this distance you sensed the gravity of him. Your stomach did that ridiculous drop, as if your insides had taken an elevator he didn’t know you were in.

“Someone’s daydreaming,” Pam sang under her breath.

You flushed. “Leave me alone.”

Pam smiled, kind. “You text him. I’ll cover if Tessa goes on patrol.”

But you didn’t. You watched instead for a moment, then two, until a knot of clients arrived at the front desk and Pam had to peel away. You ate your leftovers at your desk and told yourself to be an adult. You could wait to see him, he’s fine. You’re fine.

Everything is fine.

The office swelled and settled, voices rising and falling. Thirty minutes later like clockwork, Tessa breezed in. The lobby door whooshed open dramatically if only for her effect, the AC cuffed her hair upward. She was sun-warmed and glowing, container of food in one hand, the other busy narrating her own mood.

“God.” She collapsed into her chair as if faint with thirst and admiration. “I have never seen forearms like that. Have you ever seen forearms like that?”

“Whose forearms?” One of the interns named Jax asked, eager already to hear the gossip.

“Across the street.” Tessa fanned herself with the corner of the food trucks menu. “Contractor. The voice on him is complete Southern charm. He said ‘ma’am’ and somehow it didn’t feel like a hate crime.”

Laughter surrounds the office, the kind with thorned edges.

“He smiled at me,” she added, the smile in question sliding toward smug. “I spilled hot sauce. It was… a moment.”

“A meet-mess,” Jax offered, delighted with himself.

You tucked a forkful of last night’s pasta into your mouth that you couldn’t taste. The thought that she’s talking about him, arrived not as a thought but as heat, a lick of jealousy bright as a struck match.

It felt childish and chemical. It felt like a hand closing tight around something you were just learning how to hold without fear.

“Maybe I’ll ask for his number,” Tessa mused. “If a man can carry a beam and a conversation, who am I to deny civic duty?”

Someone laughs in encouragement. A few of your co-workers do, Pam merely sends you a sympathetic look.

“It’s a free country,” you said, strained and practiced.

Home softened the doubt, the frustration. The walls of your house held the day and wrung the noise out of it. You put your keys in the dish Joel had once admired like it was an artifact and you put on the soft ugly T-shirt that made you feel like yourself.

You flick on the kettle before you begin texting him.

You: Do you know a woman named Tessa Morgan? Comes to the food truck at lunch?

It took a minute—the long minute where doubt gets teeth—before the dots pulsed.

Joel: The one you can smell from thirty feet? Perfume like a department store?

You barked a laugh alone in your kitchen. The kettle clicked off.

You: …Yes.

Joel: What about her?

You leaned your hip into the counter and told the truth and a little less than the truth.

You: She’s been talking about you.

The kind that can make people build cathedrals out of assumptions.

Joel: Darlin’… only thing I noticed was her spillin’ hot sauce and tellin’ Jesus to take the wheel.

You: That’s not the point.

Joel: Point is, I got my hands full with you. And I like it that way.

You: Do you now?

Joel: I like your coffee breath in the morning and how you swear at the printer under your breath. I like the way you steal my hoodies like a raccoon with opposable thumbs.

You: That’s slander. I return them after laundering.

Joel: That is slander. You “return” them by wearin’ them back to my house. On purpose. For evil, wicked reasons.

You: Evil?

Joel: I said what I said.

A beat. You stared at the ridiculous smile in your own reflection in the dark oven glass and softened further.

You: She said you smiled at her.

Joel: I smiled at the hot sauce on her blouse because she looked ridiculous.

Sunshine, I don’t see ’em. I see you. Don’t go gettin’ all twisted because some stranger likes the idea of me. She don’t know me.

You: And I do?

Joel: You know how I take my coffee and where my knee aches when it rains. You know I still can’t throw out a broken tape measure because Tommy gave it to me when we started the business. You know my front door sticks so you gotta lift it when you lock up. That’s knowin’ me.

The kettle water had cooled, forgotten by the time Joel had reassured you. You pressed your phone to your chest for a second in a reflection of relief.

You: Okay.

Joel: Okay.

You: I’m not gonna be weird about it.

Joel: You’re allowed to be human about it. But I’m yours.

You type, I know, and it felt like the first time in days you’d told yourself a thing you could live inside.

Before you could over-correct and make a joke that cut the softness, he sent one more.

Joel: Eat somethin’. And wear that ugly sleep shirt you like. The one that looks like it lost a fight with a laundromat.

You: It’s vintage.

Joel: It’s a cry for help.

You: Goodnight, Joel.

Joel: Night, Sunshine.

That last word had weight. It always did, the way it left his mouth as if the day itself were something he could hold up for you to see.

10:06 am on the dot.. the courier came in. You knew because the sliding doors sighed and the receptionist, Lilah, did her sing-song, “Hellooo!” that she reserved for special deliveries that weren’t stacks of paperwork.

The office’s attention pivoted like sunflowers turning. You ignored it for exactly eight seconds until the brightness of the bouquet caught the corner of your eye and you felt your stomach sway like you were on a boat.

Sun. A riot of Sunflowers and marigolds, lilies with freckled throats, sprays of baby’s breath like soft weather. The vase thunked onto Tessa’s desk.

She performed surprise with the skill of an amateur magician like they were meant for her and she knew it.

“For me? You shouldn’t have,” she said to no one and everyone.

“Who’s it from?” Jax all but asked intensely leaning over Tessa’s desk.

Tessa pulled the little envelope white, cream edges—opened it with a fingernail, and made a show of clearing her throat. The office leaned.

“Sunshine,” She paused, eyebrows at the precise angle of shock. “Miller Brothers Construction.”

The world did not tilt but narrowed, it became a hallway with the door too far too reach.

Sunshine wasn’t a word, it was a map of a kitchen at 11 p.m. Joel’s palm at the base of your skull, the murmur of his breath when he said it like he’d discovered the temperature of your skin against his.

Your hands went cold while your face turned hot. That private thing that was yours, now had Tessa’s stinking coconut hand cream all over it.

You set your pen down onto your desk because it would’ve snapped otherwise. Pam’s hand found your elbow under the desk. Squeeze. “You good?” She breathed.

“Yep,” you said, like walking on glass. “Great.”

Tessa propped the card between two stems and angled the vase toward the window, as if the street itself should see its own reflection in her triumph.

“Is he the contractor?” Jax asked, already composing the story he’d tell at drinks.

Tessa shrugged delicately. “Possibly, it’s their company,” she let it sit, “—hope it’s the older one.”

It was a perfect little violence against you, a note with the pet name only he used, signed with the company across the street.

You type with hands you barely feel.

You: So flowers now? To “Sunshine”?

The dots arrived instantly, a rush of relief and dread.

Joel: What?

You: Don’t do that.

Joel: What happened?

You: Never mind. Enjoy your day.

You put your phone face down like it was radioactive and stood up on legs that didn’t belong to you. “Bathroom,” you told Pam, and your voice sounded normal. The world didn’t stop because you’re devastated.

You locked the far stall and slid onto the closed lid and pressed your fingers to your eyelids until galaxies burst behind them.

You could be reasonable later. Right now, reason had all the appeal of a diet on your birthday.

The note, the word, his messy fucking handwriting you knew from notes he’d stuck on the fridge when you stayed over and he’d left early for work.

You cried because the day had been fine and then it wasn’t, and you’d thought love meant fewer ambushes like this but maybe it didn’t.

Quickly, you get out of the stall and wipe your face with the hand towels by the hand dryer, which smudges your mascara. “Gods sake-“ you utter in annoyance and wet the hand towel before wiping off the smeared make up.

Your phone buzzed on the paper dispenser.

Joel: Tell me where you are.

Joel: I didn’t send nothin’ like that to her. I swear it.

Joel: Just rang the courier, they fucked up.

Joel: Sunshine, please answer me.

You could almost hear the shift in that last message—the way his voice would drop when your name moved from teasing to tethering. You thumbed a reply that was both not enough and too much.

You: At work.

Joel: I gathered. What happened?

You swallowed. The truth was simple even if the feeling wasn’t.

You: Tessa got a bouquet. Card said “To Sunshine. Miller Brothers Contracting.”

Three dots. Gone. Three dots. Long. Your pulse was in your ears.

Joel: I’m comin’.

You typed fast, panic and pride wrestling.

You: Don’t. Please don’t make a scene.

Joel: I ain’t makin’ a scene. I’m fixin’ one.

You stared at that, wet lashes tacky, and felt something loosen in your chest that had nothing to do with capitulation and everything to do with being partnered by a man who didn’t leave you to mop up a mess on your own.

You: Please be… measured.

Joel: Darlin’, I ain’t the weather.

You picture him checking his watch, cussing under his breath, tossing his hard hat on the truck seat like a gauntlet.

A bloom of fear opened in your belly, fear of spectacle and of being looked at, of giving Tessa a story to varnish and keep.

You washed your face until you looked like yourself again, the mirror a kinder friend. On your way back through the open-plan.

“There she is,” Tessa sang, as if you’d been missing. “You okay, babe? You look.. flushed.”

There were days you said nothing. Today you said, “I’m fine.” Your voice was as flat and cool as a leveled beam.

“Must be all the excitement.” She propped her chin on her hand and glanced at the flowers like a co-star. “Some people just have that magnetism.”

“Mm.” You sat and worked, didn’t see half of your inboxes, a distraction.

There are changes in a room that happen like weather fronts, a pressure drop you feel on your skin before your mind names it. The office did that—went from bright chatter to a taut hush that ran from reception to the back wall.

Chairs stilled from rolling. The printer clicked into a shy silence. You looked up at the exact second you felt his presence.

Joel filled the doorway the way he fills spaces without meaning to. Not by volume but by presence. Gift bag in one hand, jaw tight, shoulders set not in anger but in decision.

His boots found the carpet and you swear the floor steadied under them. Sawdust clung to his jeans and the knuckles of one hand were nicked from a nail through the broken skin.

He didn’t look around for permission to enter the open-plan, he didn’t care about it. He didn’t look for you because he already knew where you were. His gaze took in the room in a single sweep, reception printing station, vase of yellow flowers like a flare, Tessa’s practiced posture, and then you.

The tightness in his face eased a notch while the rest of it sharpened.

“Hi,” Lilah, the receptionist said belatedly, breathy, as if someone had turned the oxygen down.

“Afternoon, ma’am,” Joel said, and it was polite, but it carried and there was steel under his manners.

He crossed the room with a confidence of movement that made Jax’s eyes go cartoon-wide. He didn’t loom over Tessa, but he arrived at her desk like a man arriving at an address with a parcel that had been misdelivered three times and now required a signature.

“These ain’t yours,” he said calmly, nodding at the bouquet.

The room held it’s breath. Tessa smiled the way a person smiles when they were told no for the first time ever. “Excuse me?”

Joel didn’t repeat himself but lifted the vase in one hand, and turned. Water sloshed but did not spill over, he walked the three paces to you. Not a scene but a correction.

He placed the flowers and gift bag on your desk with a careful thunk that rang through the lacquer, then leaned just enough that you felt the shape of his breath.

“They’re for my girlfriend,” he said, still in that even voice that moved like a plumb line.

He didn’t raise it, didn’t need to. The word girlfriend went through the room like electricity, found every ear, made the air smell briefly and inexplicably like summer rain on hot concrete.

He straightened and let his attention sweep the floor, not looking for assent just letting the fact sit where it belonged, heavy and ordinary. “Which would be her,” he added, tilting his chin to you in a way that was almost tender.

A cough of shock came from near the printer. A dropped pen across from you.

“Joel—” you started, your name for him an anchor and a warning and a relief.

He shifted his weight and made the smallest turn toward you, and softened. “Hi, Sunshine.” It was quiet, just for you.

The office noise returned in a wave of quiet and then receded as if unsure whether to crash or kneel.

He tipped his head toward the card propped in the flowers, expression flattening to something like irritation reluctantly tolerated. “That note’s wrong. Tommy was sendin’ a thank-you to a client. I wrote a message to you. Must’ve gotten the two messages combined. Didn’t even put my name down but the company.”

He huffed a humorless little sound. “Not that I’m hidin’. I just don’t usually autograph my flowers with the company title.”

Behind him, Tessa worked to install a new expression. “Oh. Goodness. How..how funny.” Her laugh put on a costume and forgot the lines. “What a silly mistake.”

Joel didn’t turn toward her, he didn’t need to.

He looked at you then and the room dropped away like a lift. There was an apology in his face and something else—irritation not at you but at the world’s habit of putting your heart where messy hands could touch it.

“Didn’t mean to let it get to this,” he said low, the words just for you two and the spider plant who would not tell.

“I—” The office waited for your mouth like a jury. You breathed and found your voice where he’d left it, steady as a tool. “Thank you for… fixing it.”

“I’m sorry it got mixed up.” His eyes flicked, just once, to the vase and back. “And you thought that name was for someone else.” He softened around that word so it meant something again.

You nodded once, grateful that your eyes didn’t betray you with tears in this moment. They could fall later where the sound didn’t echo with a dozen voices.

He touched the corner of your desk, not you but needing to be near you. Unsure if you wanted any part of him touching you.

“I’ll meet you outside later,” he said. “Don’t worry about dinner. I got you somethin’.”

He left with a final look your way and nowhere else. The air remembered how to be breathed. Noise returned in a ragged, embarrassed way, like a conversation after a dropped plate.

Pam swiveled slowly toward you in the aftermath, eyes bright with the kind of delight that was less gossip and more defense of a friend. “Well,” she whispered. “That was… the hottest declaration of administrative correction I’ve ever seen.”

You laughed helplessly. The tension in your shoulders melted like frost in sunlight. Across the office, Tessa pretended to answer an email with great passion. The bouquet glowed on your desk like an apology from the sun itself.

Before you could help yourself you’re digging into the paper gift baggie, filled with chocolate, a Starbucks card.

And a note; “for my sunshine. sorry for fucking up. Joel.” And a messily drawn love heart. Almost an oval, truthfully.

“I had no idea,” Tessa said later, appearing at your elbow with a clipboard she did not need. She kept her voice hushed, the register people use in church and breakups. “Obviously. If I’d known he was yours—”

“He’s his own person,” you said mildly, not looking up. Then you took pity because you were tired of being tense. “But… yeah. He’s with me.”

Tessa blinked. “Well. He’s… very devoted.”

You let a beat pass. “He is.”

“And the note—such a funny mistake,” she tried again as if she didn’t know how to apologise.

“Wild, isn’t it,” you said, tone so even she could lay her measure against it and find no slant to complain about.

Tessa shifted, weight from hip to hip, a woman who had to find a new story about herself to tell the room.

Finally, and to her credit, she gave a small, sincere nod. “He looked at you like you’re the only woman in here,” she said, an echo of something honest breaking through. “Lucky.”

“Both of us,” you said, and found you meant it. The heat inside of you that burned like jealousy had simmered in summer rain.

He was there waiting outside like he’d promised when you walked out of the revolving doors, leaning against his truck with the posture of a man who knows he’s being looked at and doesn’t care.

The afternoon sun painted him in long lines, his throat, thick forearms, the crease at the corner of his mouth you kissed when he smiled. In his right hand, not a florist’s vase, not paper and ribbon, but a little bouquet held tight at the stems, the ends damp where he’d rinsed them at the outdoor spigot on site.

You smile even though your hands are full with the yellow flowers from earlier, gift baggie discarded, chocolate eaten, Starbucks gift card and his written note tucked into your purse.

“Hey,” he said before you could say it, and his eyes searched your face the way he checks a frame.

“Hey,” you echoed, and your own rush of words surprised you with how gentle they came. “You okay?”

He snorted. “You askin’ me that after the day you had.”

“You showed up in my office like a western. I thought you might’ve broken a code of conduct.”

“Far as I can tell, the only code I broke was not kiss in’ you in front of everyone.”

A moment passes—

“I got you these.. didn’t know if you’d toss the sunflowers away after Tessa had ‘em.” He lifted the flowers that consist of daisies, purple thistle, clover, tiny white stars you couldn’t name—awkward and beautiful. “Picked ’em from the lot next door. They’re ragged I know—“

“They’re perfect.” You interrupt and reach out to take them. Something in his chest eased like a knot undone.

“Joel… I’m sorry. I should’ve called you. I-”

“Don’t apologize for feelin’ somethin’ when someone steals something meant for you,” he said, a quiet fierceness that wasn’t anger at you but at the idea of the world making you second-guess your own pulse. “That ain’t on you.”

“It wasn’t just the word,” you admitted, your thumb stroking a petal that had seen better soil. “It was the picture it painted. In my head. You… and her. Laughing, smiling. I know it’s dumb.”

“Ain’t dumb.” He leaned his hip against the truck and rubbed a hand across the nape of his neck, a tell you were beginning to cherish. “I been a man long enough to know how stories like that write themselves when folks don’t give ’em an edit.”

You smiled, a crooked thing he wanted to kiss off your mouth. “You did a pretty good edit.”

“I was goin’ for grovelling boyfriend-meets public service announcement.”

“You stuck the landing.”

He ducked his head, that little embarrassment he had when you complimented him in public like humility packaged as bashfulness. Then he straightened, a thought occurring. “Tell me about her. Tessa.”

You almost laughed. “You want gossip?”

“I want to know the kinds of people who can make you small at work so I can call you big at home.”

The words landed in you with a small shock of joy. “She’s not cruel,” you said honestly. “She’s… hungry for attention. Like she tried to sell a certain story about herself. Sometimes I think she can’t see herself unless she’s reflected in other people’s eyes.”

“She can use a mirror,” he said dryly.

“That’s not the same.”

He considered that, then nodded. “You want me to leave it how it is?”

“Yes,” you said. “You already did the important part.”

“Which was?”

“You came.”

He breathed out, the kind of breath a man takes when he realizes the tool he chose fits the hand and the job. “Always will.”

Silence lays thick between you for a moment, the good kind. He reached for you and after a glance—tucked a daisy from the messy bouquet behind your ear, rough fingers softening at your temple like he could press safety into the skin. “You look like summer.”

“You look like a liability in high-vis.”

He grinned, finally, the real one you hoarded. “C’mon. I brought you somethin’ else.”

He opened the passenger door and on the seat sat a paper bag from the food truck, grease soaking dark stains into the bag. He pulled it out with a flourish. “Grilled chicken wrap, extra sauce, no cilantro because you said it tastes like floor cleaner. And one of those lemonade juice things you pretend ain’t just sugar.” He pauses almost bashfully. “Thought I’d try one too.”

“Did you—” you laughed, delighted, a sound that made two of his vertebrae decide to retire to a beach somewhere— “did you sneak over there after storming my office?”

“I didn’t storm,” he said, his dignity wounded. “I perambulated with purpose.”

“You stormed with manners.”

“That’s fair.” He takes the bouquet from you and sets them into the backseat. Now shining with yellow.

Brightness ambulated between you.

Without a warning he’s helping you into the truck, hand hovering over your lower back and he leans over your torso to clip in your seatbelt.

“Here.” He hands you the lemonade from the drink holder, and the bag with food. “Dig in.”

You took the long way back home, windows down and music blasting. Food stuffed into your face, sauce dripping onto your blouse. His hand settled on your thigh long ago.

“Tommy’s gonna give me hell,” he said idly, amused now that the day had been wrestled into shape. “He’s gonna say I made a spectacle.”

“You didn’t.”

“I know that. You know that. Tommy likes to see everything through the lens of ‘how can we not get sued.’”

“Bless him,” you said solemnly.

“He asked me once if lovin’ you was OSHA-compliant.”

You almost choked laughing. “And what did you say?”

“I told him if OSHA had a chapter on you, they’d outlaw me from bein’ within twenty feet of the site.” He squeezed your hand, then brought it to his mouth and kissed the heel of it, a move so intimate it felt like a prayer. “I ain’t ever gonna embarrass you.”

“You didn’t,” you said simply. “You made me feel secure.”

He drove with that quiet focus he had, the same face he wore when measuring a span or squaring a corner, and you had the absurd thought that he was measuring a life you could fit inside.

At his place, he lifts the front door that sticks, the evening moved like a song you both knew. Shoes off, you perched on the counter.

He stands between your knees, braced hands at your hips, searching your face to see if he could register any emotion that gave away your remnant upset.

“You know what Sunshine means when I say it?” He asked suddenly.

“That I’m bright and blinding and you can’t see straight around me,” you said with a grin that tried to deflect and failed.

“It means I can find my way home with you.” He held your gaze. “It means I ain’t gotta squint to see what matters.”

Your throat did that small, ridiculous ache again. “Joel.”

“I don’t give pretty names to pretty things ’cause they’re pretty. I give ’em because they’re true. I ain’t sayin’ that word to anybody else. Not on a card. Not to a stranger. Not even by accident.”

“I know.”

“I want you to know it.”

“I do.”

He nodded, the kind of nod that says a job is finished properly. Then he kissed you softly, the kind of kiss that eased rather than sparked, a match held not to make fire but to show a path.

When he drew back he rested his forehead against yours to ground himself, and you. Reassuring you things would be okay.

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a-goose-on-mars · 15 days ago

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#bringbackdryhumping

#bringbackagegaps

#bringbackslapping

#bringbackfingersinmouth

#bringbackmouthcovering

#bringbackteasing

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a-goose-on-mars · 16 days ago

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Heyyyyy, I've had to take a minute b4 writing this bc I need to accurately put into words how much this series means to me and how beautifully you ended it. I feel like you know most of that tho bc I tell you pretty much weekly lol

But I need to say it again bc it is insane how you are able to write such amazing quality fics in such a short amount of time. That ability isn't just talent, it is a skill. One that it is clear you have spent such a long time perfecting, and the fact that you then share that with all of us is such a blessing,,

Please enjoy your break from writing, and please know that i will most certainly be waiting here ready to gobble up any and all of your next fics,

(Also a break from your writing is also a break from me dropping into your asks whenever the slightest thought comes to mind abt anything you write sooooooo we should all be thankful for that haha)

Lots of love (as always),

- Amy xx

Amy my love, this was too kind, I'm blushing! You are the GOAT, hands down. You're always so kind and supportive and I love seeing your name pop up in my notifications! Please keep dropping into my asks any time you like! ❤️❤️

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a-goose-on-mars · 17 days ago

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she perfectly described me hello?????

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a-goose-on-mars · 17 days ago

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i think my favorite response to a complaint about someone is "we should kill them"

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a-goose-on-mars · 18 days ago

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one thing i'm thankful for is that snl wasn't on during the time of the coldplay jumbotron ceo affair debacle, bc they would've had a fucking field day

#hot take: it wasn't that funny #shoot me #snl #coldplay concert

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“Stormy night” pt.2: Late night calls

Pre Outbreak!Joel Miller x babysitter!Reader

Part 1 here | Joel’s Masterlist

part two of STORMY NIGHT but can be read as a stand alone

Summary: Joel’s mind is full of doubts after you two slept together for the first time, but you remind him of how much you want him in a heated phone call.

WC: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, age gap, phone sex, masturbation, joel feels insecure about his age.

You’ve continued your life with normality, babysitting Sarah like you’ve been doing for the last six months. Joel hadn’t touched you since that night a week ago in his kitchen. He hadn’t talked about it either, and you didn’t insist, you wouldn’t even know what to say.

The silence screamed every time you looked at each other too long. It sat between you like a ghost, whispering reminders of the way his body had crushed yours into the counter, the way you’d gasped his name like a prayer.

But things had shifted subtlety. The air between you buzzed differently now, thick with something unspoken and restless. The way his eyes lingered on you when he came home and found you curled up on the couch, like he was memorizing the shape of you, like he was fighting the urge to touch. The way his fingers brushed yours a little too long when he handed over your pay, just that fleeting contact burned like a brand.

He was more talkative too. He’d open up more often than before, telling you about his day, grumbling about busted tools, long hours, or the price of gas. His voice would soften when he talked to you, his words less guarded, like he forgot to keep the walls up. Sometimes, he’d even eat dinner with you before you left.

But he still hadn’t touched you, and it was killing you. Because you remembered every second, the feel of his rough hands trailing over your skin, claiming every inch of you, the way his palms had held you like something precious, like he didn’t want to let go, the way he moved inside you, how his body fit against yours like you were made for him.

You still heard your own moans echoing in your head when you closed your eyes, still felt the ghost of his weight pinning you to the kitchen counter, still ached from the way he took his time. You tried to recreate it, night after night, fingers buried deep between your legs, but it never came close, it wasn’t Joel.

One evening, you were with Sarah, both of you sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, working on her science fair project, a little volcano that had already claimed half the carpet with glitter glue.

You first heard the rumble of the truck engine, then headlights sweeping across the living room wall. Moments later, the front door clicked open and Joel stepped inside. He looked wrecked, his hair was tousled, his shirt clinging to the sweat on his chest, dust streaked across his jeans.

But his eyes, those warm, grey eyes, they looked like he’d barely slept, but yet they landed on you, and they didn’t leave.

“Dad!” Sarah shouted, springing up to wrap her arms around him. “Look at the volcano we’re making!”

Joel smiled, tired but real. “Goddamn, that looks amazin’, sunshine,” he said, voice full of that proud dad tone.

Sarah beamed, pulling him down to show him all the little details, explaining exactly how you two had made it and how the lava would erupt. You watched Joel watching her, and something twisted in your chest. He looked at her like she was his whole world. That softness, the gentleness in his voice, the way he crouched next to her with such care, it made your heart ache.

Eventually, a little yawn slipped out of Sarah.

“Alright, kiddo. Time for bed,” Joel said, playfully squeezing her arm before leaning in to kiss the top of her head.

For once, Sarah didn’t protest, she didn’t beg for another episode of her favorite show, she just mumbled a sleepy “Goodnight, you two. Love ya,” and trudged upstairs.

“Sweet dreams, sunshine,” he called softly.

And then it was just the two of you. The silence was immediate, it felt charged and heavy with the words neither of you had dared speak.

“You alright?” Joel asked, voice low and rough.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with a slow, tired motion, like the weight of the world sat there. “I mean… well—” His words faltered, caught in something unspoken. “You been okay since… that other night?”

There it was, the question hanging in the air, the elephant in the room you both had danced around. He was addressing what had happened between you two.

You lifted your eyes to meet his. “Yeah. You?”

He swallowed hard. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I shoulda stopped. Shoulda been the adult.” He let out a humorless breath. “Hell, I am the adult.”

“I am an adult too, Joel,” you said quietly. “And you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” Your voice was steady, but your chest was tight with everything you wanted to say and couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I don’t wanna screw this up. You’re… you’re important. To Sarah. To me.”

The way he said it, quietly and unsure, like it hurt to speak, made your chest tighten. You wanted to take that weight from him, to make him believe he wasn’t doing anything wrong just by feeling.

Your heart pounded, it thudded so loud in your chest you wondered if he could hear it. “Who said anything about screwing things up? You’re not screwing up anything.”

Joel exhaled slowly, like he was trying to breathe out the tension in his chest. “I’ve been sleepin’ on the couch every night. Can’t even look at my bed without seein’ you in it. Smellin’ you. Even after changin’ the damn sheets.”

“I don’t want you to pretend nothing happened,” you whispered. The words cracked as they left your lips. Your hands trembled slightly, clenched into fists in your lap.

“I’ve been tryin’ not to think about it,” he said. “But I can’t. I walk around half-hard every time you’re near. I dunno how to act. Dunno what to say.”

“Joel—”

��I don’t get it,” he muttered. “You’re young. Hot. You could have any guy you wanted. Why the hell would ya want me? I’m old and rusty. Can’t even get through a day without my back crackin’ in three places. Probably forgot half the shit I used to know.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said, almost laughing. “Joel, we had a great time the other night, it was probably the best night of my life. You’re overthinking it. Don’t do that.”

“You don’t get it… I—” He shook his head, covering his face for a moment. His shoulders hunched forward like the weight of his doubts was too much to carry. “I need time to process this, yeah? Gimme time to think, I don’t wanna ruin it.”

You nodded softly, you weren’t going to push, there was no use in that. That would only make him retreat. If he needed time, then you’d give it to him, even if it hurt.

You grabbed your bag quietly, your fingers lingering on the strap a moment before you murmured a soft goodbye. Stepping out into the night, the cold air hit your skin like a shock, but it was a relief, somehow. You let the door click shut behind you and took a deep breath, knowing this was far from over.

Joel had been tossing and turning for forty minutes, nowhere near sleep. Your conversation kept replaying in his mind on a torturous loop. Your voice, soft and sure, kept echoing in his ears “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” And it only made the ache in his chest deepen.

He cursed himself for getting tangled in this whole mess. Was it wrong? Maybe. Sure, you were over a decade younger, but you were an adult, you wanted him, he’d never pushed you or forced you into anything. And It wasn’t like he was a pervert chasing every younger girl who walked by, it was only you that made him feel this way.

And that terrified him, cause ehat if this was just a phase for you? Just a fun, wild story to tell later, he pictured you laughing later with your friends telling them about “That time I hooked up with the hot single dad I worked for.”

You were just a girl in her college years, trying to experiment, testing boundaries. Joel knew that world well, hell, he remembered exactly what it was like when he was your age: reckless, hungry for anything new, chasing moments that burned bright but didn’t last.

Joel wasn’t stupid, you’d get bored real soon, grow out of this. Move on and go for someone your age. Someone who didn’t wake up sore from bending the wrong way, someone who didn’t carry the weight of a lifetime of mistakes.

Someone with a future who could provide something more than a mortgage and a busted back. Someone to have your own family with… not having to take care of someone else’s daughter. Not bound to a man still trying to figure out how to be enough for himself, for Sarah… for you.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, curling into himself.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. Joel’s name lit up your screen, and your breath caught in your throat. You scrambled to grab it, heart thudding, fingers fumbling just a little like your body already knew it was him.

You answered quickly. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry for callin’ so late,” Joel said, his voice sounded low and scratchy. It was that deep, half-broken tone, like he hadn’t spoken in hours, like he’d been lying in bed thinking about you just as hard as you’d been thinking about him.

You could hear the exhaustion in him, and something else, something heavier, something low and aching, wrapped in need.

“I just needed to hear your voice. That okay?”

“Of course,” you said softly. “It’s good to hear yours too.”

“What’cha doin’?”

“I’m in bed.” You said, shifting under the blanket instinctively, suddenly hyper-aware of the heat pooling between your thighs, the empty ache. The place between your legs throbbed sensitive and wanting.

You heard his breath hitch, just a subtle catch, but it made your skin prickle. Your nipples tightened beneath the fabric of your shirt. Your thighs pressed together on their own. One little sound from him and your whole body was already unraveling.

“Me too,” he whispered.

“I miss you,” you confessed. “So bad it hurts. I wish you were here. I wish your hands wer—”

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “You know you’re killin’ me right now, right?”

You smiled, feeling your heeks heating. Your thighs pressed together under the covers, trying to soothe the throb you felt blooming low in your belly. Silence stretched between you, humming with tension, the kind of silence that pulsed with need, with wanting, with everything you both weren’t saying but felt too deeply to ignore.

“You touchin’ yourself, babygirl?”

You swallowed, your heart was hammering inside your chest. “Not yet.” Your voice came out breathy, almost trembling with anticipation. Your fingers twitched, already itching to move.

Joel let out a low groan, the kind that made your toes curl. You could hear the frustration in it, the hunger. “Can I hear ya? Please. Lemme listen.”

Your breath caught. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he rasped, voice smooth like silk.

Your whole body shivered at the praise. You slid your hand beneath your oversized T-shirt, the fabric brushing over your hardened nipples. Your skin felt electric, too hot. You trailed your fingers slowly down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties until you found your slick folds. You were drenched, the heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your pussy aching, begging for attention, your body already reaching for something it knew only he could give.

“Tell me what you’re doin’,” Joel murmured. “Wanna picture it.”

“I’m… touching myself,” you whispered, lips parting as your fingers circled your clit, just small circles around that bundle of nerves. A soft moan spilled from you, your hips already lifting slightly, chasing the sensation.

Joel’s breath hitched again. “You wet for me, baby?”

“So wet,” you gasped. “I’m dripping.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Wanna spread you open. Eat you out. Make you cum on my tongue.”

You whimpered, your fingers teasing just enough to build the pressure. Your hips rolled instinctively, chasing more. You imagined the scratch of his beard against your thighs, the heat of his mouth, the way he’d groan against you like he was starving.

“Joel,” you moaned. “I wish it was you…”

“I know, baby. Think bout my mouth on you,” he said, voice rough. “Think bout my cock inside you. Stretchin’ you out. Fillin’ that pretty pussy up.”

You sucked in a sharp breath and pushed two fingers inside your tight entrance, your walls clenching around the intrusion. It wasn’t enough, not even close, not after you’d tasted the stretch of his cock, you needed him.

You let out a cry, hips arching off the mattress.

“That’s it, babygirl. Touch yourself f’me. Make yourself cum.”

“Joel… fuck,” you gasped. “My fingers… they’re not enough. I want your cock. It’s so big—I need it.”

You heard the faint rustle on the line, Joel groaning as he fumbled with his belt. You could picture it so clearly, his legs spread wide, back against his sheets, his strong hand wrapped around himself, around his thick, throbbing cock, desperate and slick, stroking to the sound of your voice.

Then you heard the wet sound of him spitting on his hand.

“Shit—I’m gonna give it to you next time I see you. Gonna give you my cock. It’s all yours.” You could hear the rhythmic creamy sound on the background, wet and steady, so fucking obscene it made your walls flutter again, clenching around nothing.

You moaned, waves of pleasure crushing over you as you pumped your fingers, knuckles deep, in and out of you, fucking yourself harder, the slick sound of your fingers echoing in the quiet room, your breath coming in gasps.

“Put the phone closer, baby… lemme hear how you fuck yourself,” he said, voice thick and breathy. There was hunger in it, a rawness that made your toes curl, like he was starving for every part of you, even just the sounds.

You obeyed, your hand trembled slightly as you moved it, angling the speaker toward the slick heat between your thighs. The wet sounds of your fingers working through your folds filled the receiver.

You heard him groan desperately on the other end

“Wish I was there,” he muttered. His breath hitch, the sound of him losing control. “Wanna bury myself in that sweet little pussy. Fuck you slow. Make it last all night. Give you every fuckin’ inch.”

You moaned his name with a broken sob of pleasure, your thighs trembling faster now, your back fully arched as your fingers fucked into your drenched heat.

“Joel… fuck—” your voice cracked, wrecked with want. “Nobody’s ever touched me like you… nobody’s ever fucked me like you do.”

His breath came through the line sharp and ragged, almost pained. “I know, baby…” he groaned, voice thick with pride and hunger. “You were insatiable. Wasn’t enough to fuck you in the kitchen, was it? No, you wanted my cock when I took you to bed too, again and again.”

Your body jolted with the memory, the way he had fucked you over the counter, so hard you nearly screamed, and then the multiple rounds that followed after you two went to bed, allegedly to sleep. He had picked you up, carried you to his bed like you weighed nothing, and then mounted you like a man starved, he hadn’t just fucked you, he’d owned you that night.

“I kept beggin’,” you breathed. “Told you I couldn’t take another round but I still opened my legs for you.”

Joel groaned like he was in pain. “God, I remember. You said you couldn’t, but your pussy was still so fuckin’ hungry. Grippin’ me tight, milkin’ every drop I gave you. You took it so well f’me.”

“You came inside me so many times,” you whispered. “It was leaking out of me all night.”

“Shit— I remember when you were lyin’ on your stomach, ass all red from how hard I’d fucked you. Still twitchin’. Could barely breathe. You kept beggin’ me not to stop.”

“Tell me what you’re doing now” you begged, breathless.

“Got my fist ‘round my cock,” he said, voice breaking a little on a breath. “Squeezin’ tight. Thumb right over the tip. It’s—fuck… it’s leakin’, baby. Been hard since I called.”

You whined at that, pressing your fingers deeper, making your hips arch up. The ache inside you swelling like it knew his voice could reach all the way in.

“Wish it was your mouth,” he groaned. “Wish I could fuck into that pretty throat, hear you gag on it like a good girl.” He groaned again, louder this time, the rhythm of his stroking matched the slick, wet sounds coming from your end of the line.

“I’m close… Joel, I’m so close—” your voice broke as your muscles tensed, your body strung tight like a bow, curling your fingers just right to hit your g-spot.

“I’m right behind you, baby… cum with me. Wanna hear you lose it.”

You cried out, feeling the pleasure crashing through you like a wave. Your thighs trembled violently, your back arched, and you clenched down hard around your fingers. You came with a broken sob, his name falling from your lips like a spell.

“Oh, fuck—Joel—fuck—”

“Jesus, baby… I’m cummin’,” he hissed. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—your voice—your fuckin’ moans—”

You heard him gasp, and then his breath hitched a ragged, broken sound as he came hard. There was a wet, rhythmic slap and a final low growl from deep in his chest as he spilled into his hand, breathing heavy, almost panting.

You could picture him now, spread out, chest rising, hand still loosely around his softening cock, skin flushed, hair damp at his temples, thick ropes of cum coating his stomach.

“That’s my girl… fuck, you sound so goddamn good when you cum,” he said, still breathless. “Shit… made a mess on the sheets.”

“Was it worth the mess?” you murmured, breathless.

Joel let out a lazy chuckle. “Darlin’… you have no idea how much it was worth it.”

“Don’t change the sheets,” you said between gasps, still catching your breath. “I want to see it tomorrow.”

He chuckled lowly. “You wanna see my dry cum on the sheets?”

“I want the proof of how bad you wanted me.”

“Jesus… you’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered, voice reverent.

“Just so you know, I’m not going anywhere, Joel. No matter how much you try to push me away.”

“Don’t say that shit unless you mean it,” he said, his voice was low, but vulnerable. “Not if this is just somethin’ you’re gonna grow out of.”

“I meant it, Joel,” you whispered. “I still mean it.”

“I just… I don’t get why. Why me? I’m not—”

“How can you not see it?” you said with a soft laugh, still glowing from the high. “Joel, the other night you made me cum so much I felt like I was gonna pass out. I’ve never been with a guy who could make me cum, and you do it just by talking to me. That’s how much I want you. How can you not understand?”

“I just worry… one day this won’t be enough. You’ll get bored once the thrill’s gone, that you’ll wake up and realize you should’ve been with someone younger. Someone who can give you a clean slate, not a man with a teenage daughter and a bad back.”

“I promise you, Joel, I’m not in this for the thrill,” you said gently. “You and Sarah… you both matter too much. I wouldn’t mess with that.”

Joel let out a shaky breath. “How can ya be so fuckin’ perfect and still want an old man like me?”

“Well, the old man has some serious skills.” You said, hearing his chuckle on the other side of the line.

“I just— Christ, ’m like fifteen years older than you. My back cracks every time I bend down to tie my boots. I make old man noises gettin’ outta bed. I got a mortgage, a busted knee, and a daughter who depends on me. I don’t exactly scream eligible bachelor, darlin’.”

“Joel, listen,” you tried to say.

“I just don’t get it,” he muttered, quieter now. “You’re smart. Young. Fuckin’ gorgeous. You’ve got a future. Hell, I probably already lived through the best parts of mine.” He let out a bitter little huff. “What happens when you want marriage? Kids? I can’t start over again. I—I don’t know if I have that in me.”

“You’re not just some older guy to me. You’re Joel. The way you see me, the way you listen… that means more than anything else.”

He chuckled, shaky but real. “Damn, you’re good at this. Makin’ a man feel wanted when he’s been feelin’ invisible for so long.”

“Do you believe me then?” you asked. “That I want you? That I mean it?”

“I do,” he whispered, soft as a secret. “I wish I could be there right now,” he murmured. “Just to hold you. Just to—fuck… I don’t even know. Fall asleep next to you and wake up with your leg thrown over me. Make you coffee in the mornin’.”

A beat passed. Then: “I know I’m older, baby. I know there’s things you’ll want one day that I probably can’t give. But I swear to God… if you let me keep you, I’ll try to do my best. I’ll damn well try.”

You smiled, curling into your pillow, heart full. Your body still tingled, warm and sated, but it was his voice in your ear that soothed you, that made everything feel right.

Joel stayed on the line, breathing steady in your ear, until sleep took you both, the connection crackling softly, his breathing a steady comfort in your ear like a silent promise.

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Swept Away: Season Two

Epilogue: Wild and Free

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: It's honeymoon time!

Chapter Warnings: language, fluff, tw: mentions of prior miscarriage, smut (18+ MDNI), fingering, breeding kink, unprotected piv sex (duh, see prior tag), (a little?) rough sex, oral (f! and m!receiving), pussy pronouns, food and alcohol consumption, Joel can pick reader up, reader has hair, reader wears lingerie, light spanking

WC: 11.3K

A/N: Thank you to everyone who showed me so much enthusiasm and support for this story! I hope you enjoy their final chapter!

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Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Miller!

It's the first thing you saw when you walked into the sprawling estate in Santorini. Joel was behind you, directing the driver on where to put your bags. You had the stupidest grin on your face when you stepped closer to the banner, your eyes drifting over each letter time and time again.

Joel thanked the driver and handed him a folded bill before lifting his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and looking around.

"Pretty nice," he said, smiling as you twirled around the massive foyer surrounded by two staircases that hugged each wall.

"Pretty nice?" you echoed, stopping in your tracks to face him with a frown. "This place is incredible."

Joel shrugged, shoved his hands in his pockets, and gave the place another once over. "Got a great view," he finally said.

You spun around and looked through the kitchen, where a glass wall gave way to a spectacular view of the Mediterranean Sea.

"Oh, my god," you breathed before running across the house so you could press your face against the window. It was unlike anything you'd ever seen before: endless, gorgeous blue water, dotted with pristine white sails from boats bobbing in the waves. The steep red cliffs bordering the sea were filled with bright white buildings, built stacked on top of each other as the landscape allowed. Some buildings were accented with royal blue roofs, others were flat and square, just like sugar cubes.

It felt like you were visiting an entirely different world.

"I don't think ten days is enough," you breathed, gaze still bouncing around excitedly. Then Joel's arm wrapped around your waist. His fingers splayed wide over your stomach as he pulled you back against his chest. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deep the scent of your skin before puckering his lips to gently suck a spot on your throat.

"No, it ain't," he replied softly. His lips slowly dragged across your shoulder and you heard the bag he had been carrying drop to the floor so he could circle both arms protectively around your waist.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you tipped your head back.

"I'm getting the feeling we have two very different reasons for wanting to stay longer," you whispered. You reached behind you, sifting your fingers through his mussed curls with a sigh.

"Yeah? How so?"

At the same time, his left hand dropped to tug on the skirt of your dress, inching it up until your entire leg was exposed. You giggled but before you could come up with a witty reply, two thick fingers pressed firmly against your clit through your underwear, making you gasp back the words.

"Hm?" he teased, adoring the way your body obediently melted against him.

You swallowed and tightened your hold on his hair.

"I'm talking about— about seeing the city," you panted, hips rolling forward to match the slow pace of Joel's fingers over your panties. "An— And you're talking about— oh!"

You cried out, unable to finish your sentence as he slipped his middle finger inside of you.

"I'm talkin' 'bout what?" he goaded in your ear. His finger curled every time he pushed back inside, making your knees weak and your eyes roll. "Talkin' 'bout fuckin' my wife? Baby, if you thought I wasn't gonna spend every wakin' moment tryin' to get you pregnant, y'don't know me at all."

A second finger joined the first — his ring finger. You could feel the cool metal of his wedding band tapping against your opening every time he snapped his wrist. Your nails roughly dug into his scalp, the tension in your lower belly growing too hot and fast for you to consider if you were hurting him. He hissed under his breath but kept going, pumping his fingers in and out of you with one hand and holding you up with the other.

You brokenly whimpered his name and arched your back, desperate for release. Your ass pushed against the front of his pants and he groaned into your neck.

"Fuck," you whined when you felt how hard he was. "Fuck, Joel, just — just fuck me," you begged, but your eyes were screwed shut and your jaw hung open in bliss.

"Come for me first," he said, slapping the heel of his hand firmly against your clit every time his fingers entered you. Your whole body practically jumped whenever he made contact — you were close. "Open those pretty eyes, honey. Look out there — yeah, there you go." He sounded pleased when your eyes cracked open and you looked back out into the water. "Get a good look, 'cause I ain't lettin' you outta this house for long. Gonna — shit, you're so — gonna make sure we make a baby this time. Gonna be so full of my cum, you ain't gonna be able to walk right."

You gasped and yanked on his hair. He felt your stomach tighten beneath his arm and he smirked against your skin.

"Yeah, don't worry, darlin'. Ain't gotta do nothin' the whole time we're here 'cept lemme take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded dumbly, body jolting in his grip every time the loud smack of his palm against your clit echoed through the room.

"O-Okay," you slurred softly.

He growled and scraped his teeth against the side of your throat. There were fewer things in life Joel loved more than hearing you be so compliant and eager for him.

"Come f'me, baby," he told you between little bites to your neck. "C'mon, make your husband proud 'n let go."

A broken moan fell from your lips as you did what you were told. Your body jerked in his hold and you held onto his hair and arm for dear life as you rode out your climax. All the while, he murmured praise in your ear so the only thing you could hear were his sweet words and the sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers.

"Joel," you breathed, gasping pathetically for air in his arms. But he didn't answer. Instead, he withdrew his fingers rather abruptly, making you wince, but you soon forgot all about it when he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the nearest piece of furniture he could fuck you on, which happened to be the dining room table.

"Spread 'em," he commanded after he laid you on top of the cherry tabletop. Afterwards, you would take note that the set looked extremely expensive and one of a kind — probably not something you should fuck on — but in the moment, neither of you cared. You widened your legs and hiked up your dress as Joel hastily tugged at his belt. His eyes were fixed on you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine — he looked crazed. His lips were parted, face flushed, eyes dark with need as his gaze flickered hungrily between your eyes and your glistening cunt.

"I ain't gonna be gentle," he warned when he finally pushed his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. You wiggled your hips closer to the edge.

"Good."

Something flashed across his face for a second — a mix of adoration and animalistic need — before he grabbed your hip and lined himself up.

When he slammed into you, it stole every ounce of breath from your lungs. Your back arched off the table and your mouth hung open in a silent scream. Your fingers curled into tight fists at your sides but you fought through the sudden and rough intrusion so you could focus on Joel.

He was breathing heavily, like he had just ran a marathon. The veins in his neck bulged and his face looked hot — he blinked repeatedly as a strangled groan slithered up his throat and past his lips.

"So tight," he whined through clenched teeth. Then he withdrew his hips just to ram back into you with a grunt. You cursed and threw your head back, knocking it against the hard tabletop. He gave you a few more thrusts just like that — a slow withdraw followed by a deep plunge back inside your aching cunt — until he felt he gave you enough time to adjust. Then he started pounding into you at a steady clip so fast that he needed to press your hips down to keep your body from sliding up the table.

The discomfort was temporary and well worth it. It thrilled you to see him so desperate and filled with raw desire. He could tell, too. He could feel it in the way you fluttered around him, so warm and inviting, just fucking begging for him to fill you up.

You whimpered his name and spread your legs wider. It was almost too much to bear, watching him hunched over you like an animal, panting and sweating and cursing like his only purpose in life was to fuck you senseless. Heat coursed through your veins and made your face burn, or maybe it was the embarrassment you felt hearing the noises coming from your mouth with every violent jolt of his hips.

"God, look at you," he groaned. His grip on your waist tightened. "Takin' it so well, baby. Y'still with me?"

You could hear the smirk in his voice. You must have looked wrecked for him to sound so cocky, but you could hardly blame him. All you could offer up was a broken moan in response. Sweat had been collecting at your temples as your muscles began to seize up underneath him.

"Joel—" you gasped, but every harsh drag of his cock in and out of you left you breathless. It knocked your world sideways and had your legs quivering uncontrollably around his waist.

"You're so perfect, darlin'," he panted, "perfect little wife. Gonna make a perfect little mama next."

Tears burned your eyes, and it wasn't just from the rough snap of his hips against yours.

"Please," you begged, "please, Joel. I— I want it."

"I know y'do, baby, I know. Almost there... just— shit—"

A ragged groan ripped from his throat as he drove into you harder. Your hands clawed at his arms, desperate for something to hold onto.

"—Need you to come first," he growled. He watched the way your face twisted underneath him, fighting the flames burning inside you.

"It— it's so much, I... I can't," you cried with one tear trickling down to get lost in your hair. You forced your eyes open to plead with him, but his hand was already there, thumb rubbing firm circles over your clit without losing rhythm in his hips.

"You can," he rasped, but it wasn't until he saw that familiar look on your face — the one where your eyebrows raised up and your lips parted in a silent gasp — that he actually believed his own words.

You shattered around him a second later, your orgasm slamming into you just as hard as he had been. The blunt edge of your nails dug into his forearms, sending a sharp bolt of pain across his skin, but he didn't stop. He dutifully fucked you through it, watching your body convulse and fighting back his own release as you moaned his name so beautifully.

"So pretty," he muttered. You looked up at him, eyes heavy, unable to look away from the loose, sweaty curls bouncing against his forehead with every deep thrust. "S-So, so pretty when you come."

His chin dropped to watch the way his cock disappeared inside you, coated in your release. He bit his lower lip to stifle a groan at the sight, but then you whispered his name and his gaze snapped back up to you.

"You promised," you whimpered. He could hear the tension in your voice — you were too sensitive but you were trying to fight through it. "Give me what you promised, Joel," you added, eyebrows pinching together as his cock continued to split you open.

He nodded. "I will," he breathed, hips faltering their rhythm. He swallowed thickly and started to shift your tired body up and down on his cock. "I will. I'll— I'll give y— oh, fu-uck—"

A choked noise fell from his lips and a moment later, his body stilled. You sighed and closed your eyes when you felt his tell-tale warmth flooding your pussy. Your legs trembled against his sides, exhausted from being spread open wide and fucked within an inch of your life. He released your hips so he could grab ahold of each of your ankles, then slowly ground against you with a deep moan. You gasped at his coarse hairs rubbing against your clit, but you were too weak to push him away.

His mouth was on yours a moment later, pressing soft and tender kisses to your lips, bringing you back to life.

"Do you think it worked this time?" you mumbled.

"Maybe," he sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder. With a soft noise, he pulled out of you, then quickly closed your legs. "Keep it all in there f'me."

You nodded, then winced when you shifted your sweaty back to unstick yourself from the table.

"Please tell me the bedroom is downstairs," you said. Joel chuckled and pushed himself up to stand with a grunt.

"I'll carry you."

You shook your head and tucked your knees to your chest.

"I'll walk. Just... gimme a minute."

Of course, the bedroom was upstairs. But you waited ten minutes to give his swimmers a fighting chance until you stood with Joel's help. Once you made it to the master bed, you just collapsed on top, still clad in your now wrinkled dress.

"I might sleep the rest of the day," you mumbled into the comforter. Your eyes were closed, but you could hear Joel moving around the room.

"Good. That's all you gotta do is exactly what you're doin'. Lemme take care of the rest."

You grinned and rolled onto your side just as he slipped through the doorway to go retrieve your things. You knew what he was really doing — he had said it countless times before you arrived. You were unable to wait til your honeymoon to start, and your failed attempts at trying for a baby for the last couple months since your beach wedding bothered you more than it should, so he was making it his mission to keep you as relaxed as possible after he read that stress could cause complications with conception.

When he returned with your bags, you were already chewing on your lower lip while studying the fertility app on your phone.

"Quit it," he scolded gently after putting your things in the closet.

"I know, I know," you sighed, closing the app and tossing your phone into the bedding.

"It's only been two months," he reminded you, sliding into bed.

"I know," you repeated, suddenly growing extremely interested in your nails. "I'm just worried after what happened."

What happened, meaning the miscarriage you ended up having after you returned from your first trip to Fiji. You didn't even know you were pregnant. Hell, you weren't even technically dating Joel back then. At the time, it didn't bother you too much. But it still managed to leave its mark on you, especially now that you were actively trying to have a baby.

"That was ages ago," he said softly. "And your doc said everythin' looks good. You're puttin' too much stress on yourself."

He was right. When you got your birth control removed after you returned from Fiji, your doctor had assured you once again that plenty of women have miscarriages and go on to have healthy babies.

"But it happened so fast the first time," you pouted, curling into his side for comfort.

"Last few months have been so crazy," he murmured into your hair. His knuckles dragged slowly up and down your arm, soothing you. "It'll happen when it's right."

You sighed and closed your eyes, having no choice but to believe him.

Contrary to what Joel had said on the day you arrived, he did actually allow you to get out of the house and explore the city. Obviously, you had never been to Greece before, so you wanted to see everything. Joel had said he had been once before many years prior, but it was for business so he didn't get to enjoy the country very much. You liked the idea of experiencing something new together, so you picked a few tourist-y things.

Liam had rustled up some plans for you before you left, leaving everything up to you for when you arrived. On his list, he had suggested checking out a charming little area called Megalochori. It wasn't very far from the house you were renting. Once you got down to the village itself and looked up, you could see the perimeter was dotted with mansions nestled in the red cliffs. While exploring the narrow streets, you came to find out the mansions, including the one where you were staying, used to be owned by wealthy wine merchants hundreds of years ago, although obviously updated several times over.

Vinsanto wine was what the town was known for, so you made sure to stop at one of the wineries to try it.

"Mm!" you exclaimed when the sweet wine coated your tongue. You raised your eyebrows at Joel, who looked rather impressed, as well.

"Not bad," he admitted, setting down his glass on the table. "Remind me to buy a case 'n have it sent back home 'fore we go."

You had been ushered out to a spot on the patio, overlooking the breathtaking mountains and sea below. The sun was beginning to dip around that time, taking with it the heat that had sweat dotting the back of your neck all afternoon.

"What time is it?" you asked. Joel raised his left arm to glance at his watch, then cursed.

"Shit. Never changed it from L.A. time," he muttered before searching for his phone. You smiled to yourself, eyes still stuck on the rather out of place accessory on his wrist. It wasn't exactly a Rolex, what with the dark green fabric band and black face, but Sarah had gifted it to him as a wedding present and he hadn't taken it off since.

"Almost seven," he announced after fishing out his phone. He placed it gently on the table and leaned back with a relaxed sigh. He draped one arm around the back of your chair, gaze still glued to the horizon, looking completely at ease.

"Not checking work?" you asked, hiding your smile behind your glass of wine.

"Nope. I'm on my honeymoon, baby." He dragged his eyes off the sea to look at you with a glimmer of mischief. "You're the only thing I'm gonna be focused on for the next week."

"Lucky me," you mused with a playful smile. A delicious looking charcuterie board was placed between you before Joel had a chance to respond with something undoubtably filthy and you suddenly realized how hungry you were.

"So," he began while drizzling some honey over a wedge of brie. "What else are we doin' tonight?"

"I thought we could check out the bell tower before the sun sets," you said, covering your mouth while you chewed.

"What 'bout the Oia Castle?"

"I wanted to visit that around sundown," you told him, "we can go a different day. It's supposed to have the best sunset in the entire world."

"Means there'll be a lot of people there." Joel spread a bit of soft cheese over some fresh bread and then held it out to feed you. You took it between your lips, eyelids fluttering at the richness on your tongue while Joel casually crossed his arm over his lap to hide his reaction.

"Is that a problem?" you asked once you swallowed. Joel shrugged and popped a date into his mouth.

"Just like to have you all to myself."

"You've had me all to yourself several times since we got here," you said, wiggling your eyebrows, making him laugh.

"Still ain't enough," he grinned.

"Good thing we have the rest of our lives, then." Your eyes dropped to look at the gold band wrapped around his finger, a sight that still thrilled you.

By the time you left the winery, it was dusk. The streets were quiet except for the occasional faint hum of music and laughter coming from open windows above you. Joel's hand never left yours as you strolled in silence, breathing in the salty night air. It was so peaceful and serene, you just wanted to keep walking. So, you did. You let Joel lead you through the winding roads, past small businesses that were dark with crooked signs on the door stating their hours, and underneath quaint stone bridges until you paused in front of a brick wall overlooking the sea.

"Wow," you breathed, dropping his hand so you could lean forward onto the wall. The sun had just set. The sky was painted with deep purples, oranges and pinks, the stunning colors reflecting over the water as the moon began to show brighter and brighter above you.

"We gotta come back here again one day," you murmured when Joel positioned himself behind you. His arms bracketed yours and his chin hooked around your shoulder, like he was trying to see the landscape through your eyes.

"Maybe I'll open a hotel here," he replied with a tender kiss behind your ear. His beard tickled and sent a wave of goosebumps across your skin.

"You just can't help but mix business with pleasure," you giggled when his tongue traced the shell of your ear.

"Ain't let me down yet," he replied with one more playful nip to your neck. He pushed off the wall and took a step back, leaving you craving his body heat. When you turned around, a tipsy smile stretching across your face, he had an arm outstretched. His fingers wiggled impatiently, searching for your own. You laced them together and let him tug you forward.

"C'mon. I'm tired," he murmured into your hair. You sighed, lingering for a moment with your face and your free hand pressed against his chest, then forced your heavy feet to move through the darkened streets, back towards the main road that led to the house.

You awoke later than usual the next morning. The time change hadn't quite caught up with you yet, but Joel always seemed to rise with the sun, no matter where he was because when you reached an arm out, hunting for his warmth, his side of the bed was disappointingly empty.

You blinked lazily a few times and yawned before rolling over and looking at the time. A dull ache between your thighs when you moved reminded you of all the ways Joel had taken you over the last few days, the memories filling you with a mix of pain and arousal. Somewhere on the other side of your bedroom door, you could hear Joel's voice talking on the phone. Curious, you slipped out of bed, pulling on Joel's undershirt from the day before, then made you way to the steps.

The two-story foyer made it so you could hear him much clearer before you even descended the stairs.

"...run some numbers, see what it'll look like... yeah. Just keep it between us. No need to get Ross all worked up over nothin'."

You frowned as you followed his voice, wondering why Joel was talking about the CFO of his company. When you found him, he was in the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear and leaning one hip against the counter with his back to you. He didn't hear you enter the room. As you padded softly across the floor, you could hear another man's tinny voice through the phone, but it was hard to make out what he was saying.

"Ain't no rush. When we get back, I'll set up a mee—"

You wrapped your arms around him from behind and his voice dropped before swirling around in surprise.

"Hey, I gotta go," he said suddenly into the phone. His dark eyes raked you up and down, ignoring the hard look you were giving him. "We'll talk when I'm back in the office."

He tore the phone from his ear like it burned him, then he placed it face down on the counter before circling his arms around you with a guilty smile.

"You promised no work," you scolded immediately.

"Sorry, darlin'. It was just one quick call 'n I thought you were sleepin'."

"I woke up all alone," you pouted. His brows pitched together, giving you a mock look of sympathy.

"Poor baby. You lookin' for some attention?"

His hands roamed down your sides to the hem of his shirt resting just beneath your ass.

"Need me to take care of you again?" he asked, only that time, his voice sounded deeper. It had warmth spreading between your legs, like your goddamn body was just hardwired to respond only to him. "You come out here wearin' only my shirt, knowin' how fuckin' hard that makes me?"

Your giggle was cut short when his big hands grabbed roughly at your ass.

"Joel—" you gasped when his lips latched onto your throat and he pushed you up against the counter. For a second, your brain went fuzzy as he ground his hips against you, making it crystal clear that he hadn't been joking when you felt him through his gym shorts. "Joel, w-wait, seriously. I... I think I need a break."

He pulled away from you immediately, giving you a look of concern.

"What's wrong?"

The mood shifted in the blink of an eye. His greedy touch changed to one much softer as he examined you.

"Nothing! God, nothing, sorry," you laughed, feeling embarrassed when you admitted, "I'm just... I'm a little sore."

Your face burned at the confession, but Joel only looked at you with a tenderness that made your chest clench.

"Shit," he cursed, dragging a hand through his already sleep mussed hair. You could tell by the look on his face that he felt terrible.

"No, it's fine," you assured him, cupping his jaw with both hands. You gave him a crooked grin and shrugged. "I guess I underestimated your stamina, Mr. Miller."

Joel chuckled and leaned forward, resting your foreheads together. "I ain't messin' 'round when it comes to makin' a baby with you, sweetheart."

You scratched gently at his beard, smiling when he closed the gap between you and pressed your lips together.

"Tell you what," he said softly, only pulling back a few inches. "Why don't we stay here today. Let's relax by the pool, order some food from that place nearby, and rest. Maybe later, we can take a little walk. Want you to get your strength back up 'cause I ain't nowhere near done with you yet."

"I sure hope not," you laughed, "we're still here five more days."

"And I wanna keep you so full'a me in those five days that there ain't no way it don't stick."

As sore as you were, you still had wetness collecting between your legs. It didn't matter. Your body wanted him so badly, especially when he spoke like that, it seemed to go against all logic.

He must have noticed the way you pressed your thighs together because a mischievous smile stretched across his face.

A second later, Joel fell to his knees. He was pushing his shirt up your hips, exposing your panties, when you gasped and grabbed his hair.

"W-What are you doing?"

He glanced up at you like you were crazy for asking. "Kissin' it better."

You whispered his name with a laugh, about to insist he didn't need to, but your panties were tugged to the floor and your left leg was slung over his shoulder before you had a chance to formulate a thought.

The first wet lick through your pussy felt like balm on a wound and all your protests were quickly forgotten. Your head tipped back with a shudder and you succumbed to his unyielding adoration because he was right — it did feel better. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair a little tighter, relishing in the way his tongue slid through you, so effortless and smooth.

"She's hurtin', but she's so goddamn wet f'me," he grumbled against you. You whimpered and rocked your hips forward, searching for some relief. He gave you what you wanted without hesitation — mouth sucking messily against your cunt, spreading your arousal with each wet kiss. The sound had your face burning and your nipples tightening underneath his shirt.

"Fu-uck, Joel," you whined through clenched teeth. His tongue flicked sharply over your clit and you cried out, body jolting violently. You hissed at the bruise no doubt blooming on your spine from the edge of the counter, but Joel kept going, flattening his tongue with a moan and slowly licking up the entire length of your slit.

"Feel good?" he gasped, mouth slick and shoulders rising and falling in rhythm with his short breaths. Before you could answer, he was on you again, dragging his strong tongue through your swollen cunt. Your face twisted up, the pleasure too intense but too fucking good to resist.

"Yes," you panted. "Yes, p-please... don't stop."

He chuckled darkly at the pathetic whine to your voice and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted him drop an arm between his legs to palm his erection. He groaned and rolled his eyes, still lapping greedily at your center while rubbing the outside of his shorts.

The sight nearly sent you right over the edge.

With his free hand, Joel spread your legs a little wider. You were standing on one shaky leg, already on your tiptoes. He felt the tremble in your thighs and pressed his face harder against your core. It was to help brace you, but the harsh friction from his beard and the messy licks of his tongue had you shouting curses and rutting weakly against his face.

He muffled encouragement between your thighs then your gaze fell just in time to watch him slip his hand inside his gym shorts to pull at his cock. You couldn't look away — and the wrecked look on his soaked face while he furiously stroked himself did you in.

You nearly folded over from the force of your orgasm, but luckily you gripped the counter behind you for dear life. Through heavy lidded eyes, you rode out your climax while watching the way he jerked himself off on his knees with his lips still tightly suctioned to your cunt. It was hypnotic and powerful and you fucking prayed he would do it again just like that one day because once wasn't enough.

"Get up here," you panted, throat raw. He obeyed, abandoning his post to stand and seal his lips hungrily over yours. Between your bodies, you could feel his movements, still working himself over while plunging his tongue into your mouth, giving you a taste of your own release.

You tore yourself away, stomach clenching at the desperate noise that came from his throat, and hurriedly pushed down his shorts. When his cock sprung free, leaking and heavy over the elastic band, you began to lower yourself to your knees.

"N-No," he stammered, "up here, baby."

You didn't feel like arguing. So instead, you replaced his hand with your own and began to slide your fist up and down his smooth, hard cock while he groaned into your mouth.

"I'm gonna come," he whimpered, hips chasing the snap of your wrist. You nodded, breathing heavy, and began to gently squeeze the head of his cock every time your hand slid up. But just when you thought you would be cleaning up a mess all over your hand, he ripped your arm away and flipped you around so your palms smacked loudly against the marble countertops.

"Hips, c'mon," he urged, desperation dripping from his voice. You didn't even think, you just did as you were told — you lifted your hips and spread your legs. "I'm just gonna give you the tip, baby," he assured you breathlessly while one hand held your waist and the other lined himself up with your entrance. "Can't let — shit—" He gasped when he slipped into your pussy, your wetness and warmth welcoming him despite the burn that still lingered deep inside. "Can't let it go to — go to waste," he managed to grit out while giving you very weak, shallow thrusts. It was just the head of his cock, but it still had your eyes watering and your forehead dropping to the cool counter between your hands.

A moment later, he grabbed your hips with both hands and let out a ragged groan, spilling his seed inside you while fighting the urge to slam his entire length into your wet heat.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he chanted behind you. You whimpered and tilted your head to the side, pressing your cheek to the marble as you waited for him to finish. With one final gasp, he fell forward and wrapped his arms around your middle. Your muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes, listening to the way your breaths synchronized in silence.

One of Joel's hands dipped below the shirt you were wearing and spread wide over your stomach, wordlessly saying what you were thinking: please work.

"Did good, baby," he finally said, voice cracking a bit. His fingers drifted gently over the skin below your belly button and lingered for a moment more before he sighed and forced himself to stand. "You ready?"

"Mhm," you hummed, then winced when he withdrew his cock from between your legs. With your eyes still closed, you felt him crouch to the ground and slip your panties back on, one leg at a time, before pressing a sweet kiss to your sweaty temple.

"Let's clean up, then spend the rest of the day by the pool."

You nodded and pushed yourself off the counter. Joel tucked you under his arm and led you slowly back to the stairs so you could shower and get ready for the day, with the promise of a hot breakfast and coffee when you were done.

You had to hand it to him — he really stuck to his promise of taking care of your every need while you were there.

"Where are we?" you asked, scrunching up your nose as you looked around after stepping out of the car.

"Still in Megalochori. Just further south," Joel told you. He took your hand, tipped the driver, and began to lead you down a street filled with vendors.

"Are we just going for a walk?"

Joel shrugged but he had a sly look on his face he was trying to hide. You raised an eyebrow and tugged on his hand, making him skid to a halt.

"Where are you taking me, Miller?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Alright. Don't be pissed," he began, making you instantly narrow your eyes. "I just wanted to walk by this one property up for sale."

"Joel!" you scolded, dropping his hand to cross your arms tightly over your chest. The call he took earlier that morning suddenly made sense. "You said no working!"

"I — it's just —"

He groaned and tossed his arms in the air.

"I just wanna walk by it. That's it. I won't talk 'bout it the rest of the time we're here, I promise."

"Why do we need to walk by it?" you pressed, still feeling slightly dejected that he was thinking about work on your honeymoon. However, deep down, you knew the man you married. He loved his work. And the look he was giving you in the middle of the street in that moment looked so much like the way he looked when he told you about Fiji for the first time.

"I wanna just see if there's somethin' wrong with it," he told you innocently. "If the location is good, if it's accessible and has a nice view. Tryin' to figure out why it's been vacant for two years."

You tapped your foot and sighed dramatically. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth but he held it back, waiting for your permission to break his promise.

"Fine," you huffed, dropping your arms to your sides. "But after this, we don't talk about it for the rest of the trip. No phone calls, no emails... nothing. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

"And I want ice cream."

"Anythin' else?"

You thought about it for a moment, gaze drifting around the bustling street. Then you spotted a vendor in the distance selling what appeared to be wind chimes, but it was what they were made of that had you gasping and pointing.

"And one of those!"

Joel followed your finger, brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what you were looking at to no avail.

"What?" he asked, but you already snatched up his hand and dragged him halfway down the street. When you got a little closer and he saw the wind chimes made of colorful seashells, it clicked.

"Baby, those are fake," he murmured in your ear so the merchant couldn't overhear. You just grinned and continued to browse until you found one you liked and picked it up.

"But they're pink," you said with a pout, turning so he could look it over. He picked up one of the shells between two fingers and made a face.

"They painted 'em pink. It's tacky."

"Still cute," you insisted. He stared you down for a moment but couldn't resist the way you were bouncing excitedly from foot to foot.

"Fine," he grumbled, pulling out his wallet. You squealed and gave the wind chime to the older man behind the counter so he could wrap it up. While you were waiting, you spotted a gorgeous sapphire necklace on a thick black string that you decided at the last minute to get for Sarah.

"Where're you gonna put that thing?" Joel asked once you had paid and walked a safe distance down the street, out of earshot.

You shrugged. "I'll find a spot."

He tossed an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head, unable to deny the way you always managed to make him smile, even if it was over some cheap plastic decoration that happened to remind you of something you shared together.

"C'mon. Hotel ain't that far, 'bout a ten minute walk."

Joel carried the bag for you as you walked side by side down the narrow street filled with vendors. When the road came to an end, he steered you left, passing by a café and a lively looking restaurant that appeared to be kicking into high gear for the nighttime crowd.

"It's cute here," you admitted, mentally clocking the various designer stores lining the streets the more south you walked.

"Great view, too," Joel said right when you finally stepped out of the main cluster of town and into the open air. You gasped at the sudden sea breeze that hit you now that there weren't any buildings to block it, and turned to admire the sparkling water and beach below.

"Wow," you breathed, still taken aback by how stunning the entire country was.

"It's right up here," Joel told you, pointing to a bend in the road. When you rounded the corner, you were met with a dark, run-down building sitting amongst an unkept landscape. It sat all alone, no other businesses were built around it and it didn't seem to be a very busy road — there were hardly any cars that passed when you stopped to take a good look.

"So, this is what you were on the phone about this morning," you mused, looking around at the overgrown gardens and broken windows.

"Yep," Joel said, eyes scanning the building like he had sonar. "Roof's cavin' in. Gotta have extensive water damage in there. Been vacant for almost two years, guess it got hit by some bad storm and the owner didn't have the funds to repair it."

"It's small," you pointed out.

Joel nodded.

"It is."

"It would be a much smaller lot than any of your other hotels."

"It would."

You sighed and looked back towards the street, back where you had just came.

"It's a good area, though," you continued. Joel turned to look at you. "There's a bunch of really nice stores and restaurants within walking distance. Coffee, too. Probably more if we had walked the other way."

Joel smirked proudly. "You got a good eye."

"Well, I learned from the best." You gave him a teasing look and he laughed.

A beat of silence passed between you as you each considered all the factors that went into opening a new hotel.

"I got a vision," Joel said, cutting into your thoughts. Your gaze drifted from the dilapidated building to his sparkling brown eyes. He had that look he always got whenever he had a good idea. "It'll only be maybe three stories. Not too many rooms. Exclusive. Designed for extremely special occasions. Beyond five star service. White glove, black tie... every single person who steps through the door will have every need tended to 'fore they can even think it."

"So, it'll be a new brand," you supplied. Joel thought it over for half a second.

"Yeah. I like that. An off-shoot of the main hotel chain. It's got the potential to spread to other locations. A... romantic flair."

"Like a line of hotels and service catered exclusively to honeymooners?" you questioned, tilting your head playfully to the side. "Wherever did you get that idea?"

Joel grinned and pulled you closer. "What can I say? This trip's been inspiring."

You tipped your chin up so he could brush his lips delicately over yours.

"Alright," you whispered. His arm slinked around your middle, hand resting innocently enough on your ass.

"Alright, what?"

"Alright... it's a good idea," you conceded. Joel's smile grew so wide that you found yourself matching it. Then you held up a singular finger in warning. "But we'll talk about it when we get back. No more work talk for the next few days. It's been vacant for two years, it'll still be vacant in a week."

"Agreed," he said immediately, releasing you so he could take your hand and lead you back toward town. The sun was setting and the area was growing dark.

"You'll have to figure out how we can get street lights here," you told him, wagging a finger at the dark street behind you. "And proper signage for the intersection. No one's gonna know where this place is if it's hidden."

"Thought you said no more work talk?" Joel teased. You pinched him in the side and he gasped in pain, giving you a feigned look of distress that had you giggling.

"You inspired me. You tend to have that effect."

His expression softened a bit before he said, "So do you. You inspire me every single day."

And the way he was looking at you didn't have you doubting him for a second.

Downstairs, you could hear Joel pacing around the great room while he spoke on the phone with Sarah. It was the first time both of you had been out of town while Sarah was in school, and it had him a little concerned. You knew she was a good kid and wouldn't do anything stupid, but Joel was adjusting to being a father at his own pace, and sometimes that meant he worried about things he probably didn't need to worry about.

Still, you found it endearing. You liked that he cared so much. It was a good quality to have, especially considering Sarah's mother lacked that particular skill. It was good practice for him too, since you were trying exceptionally hard to have a baby of your own.

Which lead you to where you were hiding: in the massive walk-in closet, anxiously fiddling with the straps of the very intricate and very expensive bridal lingerie you had bought and snuck into your suitcase without Joel's knowledge. You saved it for your last day in Greece, because, why not?

At the time, the outfit seemed like a fun idea, but now that you were staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror, you were wondering if you could really pull it off. The pure white, thigh-high stockings were what pulled you in when you saw it displayed in the store, and you did really love them: the silk lace trim sat perfectly on your legs, right at the halfway point between your knees and hips. But the satin bodice that cinched your waist and pushed up your breasts until they looked like they were overflowing made you hesitate.

It was unlike anything you had ever worn before. You hardly recognized yourself as you did a slow turn, eyes widening when you caught a good glimpse at your backside — the matching white lace thong hardly covered anything at all. When you bent forward to slip on a pair of white heels, you winced. The corset was tight and impossible to do much in other than stand.

Maybe it was too much.

Just as you were considering changing entirely, you heard Joel wrapping up his conversation with Sarah on the floor below. We'll be home late tomorrow. Love you, stay outta trouble.

You panicked and shoved your feet blindly into your shoes with your heart thundering in your chest. The sudden rush made you dizzy and you tried to take a deep breath, but the goddamn corset was too constricting.

Joel called your name from the stairs, causing you to freeze like a deer in headlights.

"You gonna be ready to leave in an hour?" he asked from what you guessed was halfway up the steps.

You frowned. "Wh-what's in an hour?"

"That dinner reservation. Remember? The one up on the hill so we can watch the sun set over the city?"

Fuck. You forgot.

His voice was clearer. He was in the bedroom. You glanced down once more, making sure you didn't look completely ridiculous.

"Where—"

You looked up and your eyes locked with Joel, who was frozen in place at the mouth of the closet, just staring.

You swallowed tightly.

"I forgot about dinner," you whispered, fidgeting nervously with the edge of your bodice. But the way his gaze roamed so slowly over your body, taking in every inch of your skin like he was committing it to memory, like he was afraid to even blink, had all those nerves receding. His gaze was heavy. You felt its weight, like it was pulling you under. And the longer he stared, the darker his eyes became.

"Baby..."

His voice broke. His throat bobbed. One hand quickly came up to grasp the doorframe, like he was about to fall over.

"You like it?" you asked with a grin. That was when you noticed the redness creeping up past his collar.

His eyes flickered up to yours briefly before drifting back down and lingering on your chest. Then, his hand rose from his side. He lifted one finger in the air and he drew a little circle, wordlessly asking you to turn, so you did.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest and before you could make a full circle, his hands were on you. With a gasp followed by a giggle, you reached out to grab the mirror and steady yourself.

"Y'look so fuckin' good," he rasped, voice thick and rough behind your shoulder. But when you titled your chin to look at him, he was gone. A second later, his mouth was dragging fast, messy kisses up the back of your thigh until he reached the curve of your ass. His teeth sunk into your flesh with just the right amount of pressure to make your hips jump, but his hands were there to keep you firmly in place.

"Jesus Christ," he practically whined. You could see him in the mirror behind you, on his knees. His hands skirted down each leg, marveling at the softness of your sheer stockings before he focused back on the apex of your thighs, where your thong was just barely covering your pulsing cunt.

"I take it you like it?"

You watched his gaze dart up your back, jaw slack.

"Smart idea, keepin' this from me til now," he said darkly. Your skin began to prickle at the tone of his voice. "Never woulda let you step foot outta this house if I knew."

He stood quickly and spun you around. He went to pick you up, but you had to stop him with a firm hand to his chest.

"There's just one problem."

The face he gave you looked like he was in physical pain, but he slowed down and forced his hands back to his sides. You grinned sheepishly up at him and said, "I can't bend in this thing."

With a lopsided smirk, Joel cupped your face.

"Is that all?"

You nodded and he gave you a little sympathetic pout.

"Was plannin' on rippin' this off you, anyway," he mumbled right before his mouth crashed with yours in a heated kiss.

Instead of picking you up, he began to walk you backwards, towards the bedroom, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your lower back. When your thighs hit the edge of the bed, he tore himself away, leaving you breathless.

If you felt awkward for the way you stiffly flopped backwards onto the bed, it was only for a moment because the way Joel was looking at you while he began to tear off his shirt and pants had you feeling like a goddamn supermodel.

"I had a whole thing I was gonna do," you giggled when the last of his clothes fell to the floor with the exception of his boxers, which were doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection.

"Oh, baby," he breathed, palming himself once before resting both hands on your calves and slowly dragging them up, over your stockings and past your hips. "You're so fuckin' beautiful. I'm the luckiest son'a bitch alive."

Your face warmed from the compliment but he didn't notice because Joel lunged forward, resting all his weight on both his forearms, and began to mouth hungrily at your tits spilling over the top of your lingerie.

Your eyelids fluttered closed and your hands raised to grab onto his shoulders, soaking up the heat of his body and the love he was pouring over you with every passing second.

His mouth ghosted over every inch of skin he could find as you melted into the mattress. There were a thousand reasons why you knew Joel was the man you wanted to spend your life with, one of them being no other person on earth has ever made you feel so loved and cherished the way he had, and that day was no exception.

"I love this, but you mind if I take it off now?" His fingers toyed restlessly with the satin strings that laced up the back. "'Cause I really want you to ride me, baby, 'n I don't want you feelin' uncomfortable."

You nodded, still lost in the way he breathed you in while his hands grabbed and squeezed every part of you he could. It wasn't until the strings loosened up and the corset opened that you realized how tight it really was. You dragged in a deep breath and squirmed around a bit in relief, letting Joel remove the top part of your lingerie so you could finally move freely again.

"These stay on," he told you, gliding his hand down your silky stockings. He smirked and looked at your heels. "Those, too."

"Whatever you want," you said, grinning when his eyes flashed hungrily down at you.

"Whatever I want?" he repeated. His voice dropped so low it sounded like a growl. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and nodded. A heartbeat later, Joel scooped you up and rolled you both over so you were straddling his hips. You let out a breathless giggle and yelped when he swatted sharply at your ass.

"Go on, then," he said, tucking his arms behind his head with a cocky smile. "You want it so bad? Take it."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You got to work tugging his boxers down his legs while he watched you, bare breasts swaying as you moved. When you finished, you slowly crawled back up his body, smiling devilishly as you went. When you reached his hips, your eyes dropped to his cock, laying rock hard and leaking against his stomach. It was too irresistible — you leaned down and licked a broad stripe up the length of him, moaning softly when your tongue collected a bead of precum.

"Fuck," he whispered, dark eyes pinned to your every move. His arms still remained behind his head but you could see his biceps twitching, showing his restraint. The idea of him struggling to hold himself back had a jolt of arousal shooting through you, so you did it again, only that time you wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue around his girth.

You glanced up at him through your lashes, still sucking gently on the head of his cock. His jaw dropped and his eyes squeezed shut until finally one arm reached out and stopped you. His cock slid from your lips and you gasped.

"Quit fuckin' 'round 'fore I come down your throat."

You batted your lashes at him. "But you taste so good."

He groaned and yanked you up so he could plunge his tongue into your mouth for a taste. You didn't want to rush, but you were so wet that the pinch between your legs almost hurt. It seemed Joel needed it just as badly as you because a moment later, his hand snuck down to cup your ass and lift you up while his mouth continued to pry your jaw open wide. With one finger, he pulled the lace thong to the side, grunting his approval into your mouth when he swiped through the wet fabric.

"Joel—" you whimpered when the blunt tip of his cock nudged at your opening. He bit at your lower lip and gave your ass another harsh smack.

"Sit on it."

You dropped your hips at his command, taking just a few inches inside you with a wet gasp. Your head rolled back with a low moan at the stretch. Joel's mouth dragged down your cheek, then his nose nudged at your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head so he could have full access to your throat. You bit down on your lip with a whine as you lowered yourself further, taking more and more of him inside your aching cunt until your hips grew flush.

You sighed with relief and let your body sag against his for a second: chest to chest, with his soft lips ghosting over your neck, then collarbone, then shoulder, like he couldn't decide where to kiss first.

His teeth grazed your skin when you began to move. Slowly, at first. Just shallow lifts of your hips. But then it felt too good, so you chased after the feeling with faster bounces until your arms were draped loosely around his neck and his face was buried between your tits.

He murmured how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, how — if he could — he would marry you all over again, only much sooner. His arms circled your waist and held you close while you continued to bounce on his lap, chasing your high with each exquisite drag of his cock. It was hard to remember a time when you felt as safe and loved and cherished as you did when you were with him. There were no walls, no safeguards, nothing. You both were just laid bare to one another. It was probably why you were able to come so quickly, with a sharp little moan and a stutter of your hips while Joel left love bites all across your chest. His big hands dropped to your ass, helping you move up and down while you rode out your climax and didn't let go until you slumped forward with a sigh.

He didn't let you rest for long. In the blink of an eye, he had you flipped onto your back, cock still buried deep inside you. Your eyes flew open just as he was tossing one leg over his shoulder. He spread out your other one across the comforter, widening your hips so he could start to fuck you harder, just the way he wanted.

"Oh, fu-uck baby, y'look so good like this," he stammered. His glassy eyes were glued to your bare chest, tits bouncing with every one of his thrusts, then his gaze dropped between your legs, where your now ruined white thong was still pushed off to the side as he railed into you, over and over. His palm drifted up the silken stocking covering your leg. He mouthed at the inside of your knee before he pushed your leg closer to your chest, then kissed your ankle. Your foot still dangled over his shoulder, white heel bouncing wildly just behind his head as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

"Need you to come f'me again," he told you before dropping your leg and falling forward, caging you in. You shook your head and writhed under him. You were so sensitive that it almost hurt, but then he nipped at your chin, forcing your attention back onto his face.

"You gotta come, baby. Gotta — shit — gotta come, o-okay? N-Need this pretty little pussy to s-suck me dry."

He was falling over his words. He was close, you knew that. He was minutes away from his own orgasm. He didn't need you to come to get there, but he liked it. He preferred it. And so did you. So you rocked your hips forward in rhythm with his, ground your clit against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, and mumbled in his ear that you wanted his baby, that you wanted it to stick, that you wanted to be full of him so everyone would see how good he took care of you.

Everyone would see how much he loved you.

Your own words lit a fire inside you. Every groan and whispered fantasy had pressure building fast and hot between your legs until Joel stopped slamming into you and started rolling his hips, deep and hard so he could reach that spot that had your vision blurring with tears and your throat going raw.

Like clockwork, you fell apart for him, body spasming and voice breaking over his name intertwined with curses and whines. A few more rough thrusts later had him grabbing onto your hip and going still, spilling himself deep inside you with a ragged groan.

"Look how good you did," he panted while shallowly thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. You tiredly looked down between your bodies, where his cum was leaking out around his cock and staining your panties. He laughed when you rolled your eyes and let your head fall backwards onto the bed, completely spent.

He eased out of you with a grunt, then helped close your trembling legs before flopping onto the bed beside you. He rolled onto his side and his eyes slid shut while you both quietly caught your breath, but then his hand came to wordlessly rest on your lower stomach, fingers spread wide and protective, and your throat tightened.

"What about dinner?" you asked sleepily. Joel inhaled slow and deep, then curled his body around yours with his hand still stretched across your stomach.

"We'll figure somethin' else out," was all he said.

You hummed and rolled to face him. Your leg slotted naturally between his and he tucked you under his chin, like your bodies have done countless times before. As you laid there in silence, you realized it was the first time you weren't thinking about whether or not it worked. You knew no matter what — whether you got pregnant one day or not — you would be happy, because you would always have Joel, and he was enough.

What started out as a hypothetical idea quickly turned into reality when you returned home from your honeymoon. Joel managed to purchase the abandoned hotel in Greece much faster than expected, and at an outrageously good price. With how quickly things were moving, a company wide meeting was called that morning to announce the new acquisition and the plans to expand into a new line of hotels, just like you had discussed. It had the whole place buzzing with excitement everywhere you turned. The Parador: Premier was the tentative name, just a way to refer to the new project in meetings, but it was beginning to really stick.

Needless to say, work was insane. For the past week you found yourself waiting for Joel outside his office for over an hour at the end of each day, and even when he finished up and you drove home, he tended to work in his study until well after you fell asleep.

It was hard to get any time alone with him, but you actually had a legitimate meeting on the books for once, so you knew you would finally have his undivided attention for an hour.

Well. Technically the meeting was between Joel and your boss, Caroline. But she ended up having a meeting go over and asked you to take her place, instead.

Something told you Joel wouldn't mind.

Even if it was an hour of work, you were still looking forward to spending some time with your very busy and very focused husband as you rode the elevator up to the top floor, where all the executive offices and biggest conference rooms were kept.

You felt a little rush of excitement as you walked across the floor, past the executive conference room, towards Joel's corner office. Chrissy, Joel's receptionist, and Liam, his personal assistant, sat at their respective desks on either side of his door looking bored. When Liam noticed you heading their way, he brightened up and stood to give you a hug.

"His schedule is stacked today," Liam warned you, stepping back to glance at his computer screen.

"I'm taking Caroline's place," you explained, leaning against the edge of his desk and giving Chrissy a friendly wave.

"Oh, thank god," she breathed, "I thought you were going to ask us to find time, and..." her eyes flickered to her own monitor and she scrolled down with a heavy exhale. "Yeah. You get it."

Liam nodded to the pile of folders in your arms. "Is that the ad feedback?"

"Yep," you said proudly, tapping the top folder. "He'll be happy, don't worry."

Just then, Joel's door swung open and Ross, the CFO, walked out mid-chuckle.

"Alright, Joel. We'll see you at four," he said, reaching just past the doorframe where Joel must have been standing to shake his hand. When Ross walked out and saw you, he gave you a wink. "How're you doing, sweetheart?"

"Good, Ross, thanks," you smiled as he walked by. Joel must have heard your voice because a moment later, he appeared in the door with a look of surprise.

"Hey, sorry..." He looked down at the watch Sarah gifted him and grimaced. "I got a meeting—"

"With me," you finished for him. You pushed off Liam's desk and waltzed past him, into his office. "Caroline couldn't make it. I have the focus group feedback you wanted," you added over your shoulder as you made your way to the chair opposite his desk. You heard the door close as you fixed your skirt, then giggled when you felt the tickle of his beard against your neck when he gave you a kiss on the cheek from behind.

"What a nice surprise," he said softly before flattening his tie and rounding his desk. He crossed his legs and gave you a tired smile. "Can we rush the work shit so I can just admire my wife for the rest of the hour?"

"Deal," you said with a grin before handing him the first folder. He opened it up and scanned the pages while you gave him the bullet points of the first ad. By the time you got to the fifth and final one, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Yeah?" Joel called without looking up. Liam opened the door with a heavy looking box in his arms.

"Sorry to disturb you both," he said, walking towards the bar in the back of the room. "But I thought since you were both here it would be good timing — the case of wine you bought from Greece just arrived."

"Oh, I almost forgot about that," you murmured.

"That's great, you can leave it right there," he told Liam with a wave of his hand. "We'll take most of it home."

You pressed your lips together as Joel continued to review the final folder. Behind you, Liam excused himself and the door clicked shut.

"This is good," Joel finally said. Then he closed the folder and looked up at you. "What're you thinkin'?"

"I like the first and fourth ones the most," you shrugged. "One heartfelt, one funny. They both resonated with all age groups, too."

Joel nodded and pushed the pile of folders back in your direction. "I agree. Let's pull the trigger and start casting."

"Great," you said, glancing at the clock behind him. Now that work was done, you could feel the butterflies begin to stir up in your stomach.

"Should we open one of those later tonight? Celebrate?" he asked, chin jutting in the direction of the wine Liam left on top of the bar. You glanced behind you and bit your lip.

"Uh, maybe."

Joel heard the hesitance in your voice and when you didn't meet his eye, he sighed and stood up. "Listen. I'm sorry it's been crazy lately, but it'll quiet down soon, I promise."

"I know, it's okay—" You began to assure him, but he cut you off, perching on the edge of his desk directly in front of you.

"No, it ain't. We've hardly spent any time together the past month since we've been home 'n I'm gonna make it up to you. Hell," he chuckled, crossing his ankles one over the other. "We'll probably end up spendin' alotta time in Greece over the next year. Y'know, to oversee Tommy and the crew while they knock down the old place—"

"Joel—"

"And I know what you're gonna say," he said, not catching the way you had to hide your smirk behind your hand.

"I can almost promise you, you don't."

"—and I ain't gonna work the whole ti— wait, what?"

He gave you a confused look, hand paused mid-air as he stared at you curiously. Slowly, you stood up and took both his hands.

"I finally figured out where we can put that pink seashell wind chime you hate."

His eyebrows furrowed and he blinked. "What?" he asked again. You squeezed his hands and swallowed the lump in your throat before reaching for the last folder you had kept hidden on your lap.

"Open it."

Joel took it from your hands, eyes flickering back and forth between the file and you before slowly opening it up. You watched his face morph from utter confusion to complete disbelief in a matter of seconds.

"Is— Is this...?"

"Yeah," you nodded with tears in your eyes. With shaky hands, he lowered the folder so you could both look at the black and white ultrasound pictures. "I'm pregnant."

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