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Brat tamer Joel - Ch 7: Want you

😈 Brat tamer!Joel universe masterlist 😈

Summary: Joel and bratty reader face their feelings for each other, and their future together is determined.

This is the final chapter of my Brat tamer Joel series, but worry not - there will be an epilogue and a couple follow-up one shots with these two 💕😈

Pairing: dbf!Joel and brat tamer!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: Smut, age gap (reader is 27, Joel is 55), no outbreak, heated arguing/fighting, fluff, love finally, mutual pining,, creampie, unprotected PIV, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, angst,

Word count: 6k Rating: Explicit, 18+ AO3

‘Maybe he’s just been busy, maybe his phone died, maybe something happened to one of his parents’ she’s said to herself every day for the past three weeks, looking at her text conversation with Joel and seeing her last text to him left on seen with no response. The last several, actually, including a titillating photo asking for an opinion on a bikini, a question about light bulbs when she was overwhelmed at Home Depot, a text sent at 10pm asking if he wanted to come over, a “Is everything alright?”, a “Are you alive, old man?”, three unanswered calls and lastly a “Got it.” sent a week ago.

It’s hard to tell what happened three weeks back, when he suddenly started pulling away after nearly a month of more frequent than usual sleeping over and frantic, almost daily, sex, after they halfway talked about their feelings and settled on “thinking about it”, a conversation that was never brought up again.

She keeps going over the conversation in her head, her half-truths, the look in his eyes, trying to figure out if he was crying or not, thinking of what she should’ve said. She has to talk to him, now more than ever, but he’s impossible to get a hold of.

She’s staring at their conversation on her lunch break at work, dizzy and tired, wanting nothing more than to go home and collapse on the couch, when her heart jumps at the sight of the three dots showing that he’s typing. They disappear for a second and she wishes she could put her hand through the screen and yank them back, needing to hear from him.

They come back, and she sits completely still, staring at the dots, hoping they don’t disappear again, but they do, and she clicks her phone shut and puts it face down on the table. She feels a pinching behind her eyes and tries to breathe normally, tries to listen to the conversation between her two coworkers, fighting to not start crying out of nowhere with no good explanation in the break room. It takes nothing to make her cry these days, and she’s trying to keep it together.

Her phone goes off, the bell sound making her jerk and grab her phone off the table as quickly as she can, and she opens it with a sinking feeling.

“Hey. Can I come over tonight so we can talk? It’s okay if not, I understand, just let me know.”

She’s already shaking when her doorbell rings, and it’s painfully awkward when she opens the door. Joel looks so tired, his brows are furrowed, and there’s an unmistakable sadness hanging over him. “Hey” he says, nearly a whisper, and she wonders how she’s supposed to act in this situation, but she says hi, shyly and softly, and waits for him to ask to come in.

“What’s going on?” she asks carefully as they walk into the living room, and he simply nods towards the couch in response. Her palms are sweating when she sits down, and he follows, taking a seat in front of her. They’re both turned towards each other, but a little off to the side, and he looks down as he takes her hands in his. His own hands are trembling slightly, and she can tell his breathing is shallow. This is gonna fucking hurt. He takes a deep breath, probably trying to psych himself up, and looks at her with defeat.

“I wanted to, uh”, he says with his voice already breaking, “I wanted to apologize for leavin’ you hanging the last few weeks”. He clears his throat and looks down, keeping his gaze focused on both of their hands, seeing that she’s shaking too. “And I wanted to tell you, face to face, that, uh.. I- I don’t think we should keep doin’ this.. Bein’ together, the way we have, I- I’m sorry”.

Her stomach drops so far down she’s convinced it’s sinking into the couch cushion under her, a gagging sensation wrapping around her throat and suffocating her. There’s no way this is happening. “So you came all the way over here just to tell me we’re no longer fucking?” she asks with a shaky voice, jaw clenched and a little shocked by her own reaction, annoyed that she can’t play it cool. “Don’t do that, it’s my fault” Joel pleads and looks up at her as she retracts her hands, “I shouldn’t have let it go on for this long”.

“Cut the shit, Joel, I don’t need your pleasantries right now”, she says with an unintentionally raised voice as gets up and limps backwards on her boot until she’s up against her kitchen island. “Come on,” she hears Joel say, “We both knew this had to end at some point, sweetheart, it’s not sustainable”. Her heart rate is skyrocketing and she feels like she’s back in high school, getting dumped by her first boyfriend.

He’s right, it wasn't supposed to go this far, she was never supposed to get invested like this and she certainly wasn’t supposed to feel so devastated and scared at the prospect of them no longer sleeping together. It’s supposed to be a friends with benefits situation, just like they talked about. It’s supposed to end when she finds someone her own age, and she’s supposed to end it, not him. He isn’t supposed to break her heart. But here he is, doing just that.

“Where's all this coming from?” she asks with her heart in her throat, feeling the trembling in her chest, “Did you meet someone and decide you don’t wanna have a side piece anymore? Is that why all I’ve heard from you is crickets for three weeks?”. The jealousy creeps up into her as she stands there despite knowing deep down there is no other woman, trying to support herself against the cold island counter and fighting the urge to burst into tears, a wave of nausea hitting her on top of everything else.

“Please, baby,” he murmurs, and she sees the tears welling in his eyes, “Don’t make this any harder on me, okay?”. “Just tell me why, Joel”, she says between shaky breaths, “Tell me why you no longer want me and I’ll let you go”.

“I saw your dad, couple weeks back”, he says as he slightly tilts his head away. “And?” she asks, confusion and hurt rendering her unable to sound less irritated, “You see my dad every fucking day at work”. “He talked to me about you, okay?”, he sighs, “Jeff came to me as a friend and said he thinks you're seein’ someone and that you're hidin’ it from him and your mom, that you're pullin’ away from ‘em and they can't figure out why, and I had to sit there pretendin’ like it isn’t because I’m over here all the time”.

“The only reason my mom gives a fuck about my love life is because her sister’s kids are all engaged or whatever and they have some sort of pathetic competition going on,” she snaps, “Why the fuck would that affect you?”. Joel holds his hand up and closes his eyes, “I know, baby, just let me finish”.

She takes a passive aggressive deep breath, closes her eyes and waits for him to keep talking. “He started talkin’ about the type of person he hopes this guy is, the one he thinks you’re with,” he looks like he’s in pain as he recalls their conversation, “And he said he hopes it’s someone like me”. His voice turns into a mutter, “And here I am, fuckin’ his daughter, thinkin’ nothin’ of it. What kind of man am I, doin’ that?”.

“Somethin’ in me just… I can't, it's not right” he says and looks down at his hands, “I'm holdin’ you back from findin’ someone better for you and it's creatin’ a rift between you and your parents. I’m doin’ more damage than good here, so we need to just-”.

She can’t help her voice turning into a high pitched mess, feeling and sounding like a teenager who isn’t getting her way, “You were literally right there when my mom gave me shit for my choices, didn’t you see how much she was projecting? She doesn’t care who I’m with at all, no matter who I date she’ll find something wrong with them”.

She doesn’t wait for a response before she continues, the hyperventilation not doing her any favors, “And my dad is barely even present so I don’t care what he wants for me. They want to be a part of my life when it benefits them, and they weren’t there for me when I needed them, ever. They still aren’t”.

The tears are pricking her eyes and she catches on too slowly to hide it from Joel, a single tear running down her cheek as her voice turns weak. “I'm not letting them guilt trip me out of a healthy-”, she stops herself before she says the word they’re both avoiding, “Why would you listen to them when you know how they make me feel?”

She doesn’t even notice that he doesn’t answer the question. “You deserve a future with someone your age”, it looks like he feels sorry for her when he flicks his eyes up and takes her in, “And I shouldn’t be sleepin’ with my friend’s daughter.. You understand that”. She’s flailing at this point, trying to find any reason to get him to stop listening to her dad. “Don’t you have other friends?” she scoffs, “Why is Jeff so important?”.

Joel doesn’t take the bait or raise his voice, and his calm demeanor irritates her even more as she stands there trying to break off the edge of the marble counter with her hands. “It’s wrong enough you're my friend’s daughter, but you're also damn near thirty years younger than me, okay? It has to stop, and you shouldn't have to be someone's secret”.

“What's the point of all this, Joel?” she snarls, “Trying to let me down easy so you don't have to be the bad guy?”. “That's not-” he starts, but is interrupted by her almost immediately, “Just say you're turned off for whatever reason and move on, I can deal with it”. There’s a deafening silence all of a sudden, and she feels her confidence plummet when he doesn’t immediately reassure her. “It's not about that, it just can’t be anymore than.. What it’s been, and I-” he says, but he’s soon interrupted.

Her earlier anger ricochets, and she’s unable to stop the words coming out of her mouth, “So I've just been your slampiece and now you've had enough of my shit… Finally, there it is”. “Jesus,” he mutters before he gets up, sighing before he shuffles around the couch without looking at her, “No point in tryin’ to get you to listen, I’ll call you later”.

“Fine, figured you'd get bored of fucking me at some point” she yells after him as she steps further into the kitchen, “Thanks for lying about having feelings just to fucking dupe me and then use me to get yourself off”. Her hands are shaking, jaw clenching, and the lump in her throat is suffocating her as she turns the corner and leans on the other side of the countertop, refusing to watch as he leaves, feeling the tears stream down her cheeks, burn her skin and drip from her jaw.

He stops just in front of the door to the hallway and huffs in disbelief. “You really have no idea, do you?”, she hears from the hallway, his voice gradually getting closer as he keeps talking, and she squeezes her eyes shut. “You think I’ve just been comin’ over here, fuckin’ you, and forgettin’ all about it for months? That me listenin’ to you and spendin’ time with you is just some ploy to get you to bed with me?”.

Before she knows it he’s right in front of her, towering over her and pinning her against the counter, caging her in with his hands on either side of her, just like the night this whole ordeal started. His eyes are darker than they’ve ever been and his nostrils are flared, and he’s not touching her but she can tell he’s boiling hot.

“Why can't you just fuckin’ listen when I talk to you, when I try to explain to you why I have to do this?” he growls, with his eyes shifting between hers, “Don’t you think this is hard for me?”. She rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head a little. “I don't just have feelings for you” he says, breathing heavily, “I am deeply in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for months, I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone, and you’re actin’ like I’m just playin’ you for fun”. His words make her want to gag, five weeks of pain for nothing, all of it avoided had she just been honest that one day, and now she’s losing him.

“And I want you so badly, more than I've ever wanted anything. I never want anything for myself, you know that, but I want you” he says, his voice reduced to nearly a whisper, “And I don’t know what you want out of this, out of me”.

“Weren't we gonna think about it?” she squeaks.

“Yeah.. I did.” he responds, “It's the only thing I thought about”.

“Then why are you so angry at me?” she asks, sniffling, with her eyes welling up.

His shoulders drop as he stops to look at her for a second, noticing that she’s suddenly uncharacteristically sad, having no fight left in her, with a single tear running down her cheek as she looks up. He feels his chest tightening at the sight of her, furious with himself for making her feel like this.

“I’m not angry with you” he says, and his voice softens, “I’m angry with myself for gettin’ into this.. This relationship, that is a fuckin’ relationship, whether we called it that or not. I love you, and you love me, and we've been in a relationship, we are in a relationship. This isn’t casual, this isn’t just sex. We’re in love with each other and you know that”.

“Fuck” he chokes out and looks up at the ceiling, sniffling once and looking back at her with tears in his eyes, “All I can think about is how much I want you to move in with me and how badly I wanna spend the rest of my life with you”.

“And when I don't see you for weeks… I miss you so much it hurts, baby”, he says with a pained expression, “I’m excited every time I know I get to be with you. Even if it’s just for an hour and I’m callin’ you a slut the entire time and you’re rollin’ your eyes at me, tellin’ me to get out when we're done cause you have things to do and you just wanted to get some”. It sounds like he wants to laugh, but it gets stuck in his chest somehow.

“I still get that-”, he pauses and takes a breath. “That warm feeling in here every time I lay my eyes on you” he says with his hand on his chest.

“Joel, stop, please” she whispers, as she looks down and shakes her head, refusing to believe him, not wanting to wake up tomorrow knowing her love for him is mutual but having to feel the sting of them being apart.

“Don’t try to push me away now baby, cause I know you feel the same way” he says, his voice trembling, and pushes her hair back over her shoulder. She tries to make herself smaller, tries to disappear into the countertop, barely looking up at him through her lashes. “You got a real spiky exterior, honey, but it shatters when I’m around. I feel your heartbeat slowin’ down when I hold you at night, you fall asleep in my arms every time we watch TV, your bones turn into jello when you sit in my lap”.

“And you’re so soft with me,” he coos, cradles her jaw in his hand and traces his thumb across her cheek, wiping his own tears with his free hand, “You melt in my hands every time I touch you”.

“Why are you fucking dumping me then?” she sobs.

“Cause it ain't right for us to be together, baby” he says, putting his hands back down on the counter, looking around the room and trying to gather himself, “And if we get any closer, I’m gonna start to want things with you that I shouldn’t… Like marriage, and kids, and-”.

He suddenly rolls his eyes and hangs his head. “Why am I lyin’ to you?” he mutters as he looks up at her, looking back and forth between her eyes again, “I already want that, I already want a future with you, and I know it’s wrong for me to want kids wi-”

“Joel, I-” she interrupts, “I’m pregnant”.

He looks at her with wide open eyes, frozen in place. “Wha-” he gets out, and they stand there in silence for a while before she speaks. “Go sit in the couch, okay? I’ll be right back” she says and rubs her palms against his chest to snap him back to the present.

He does as she says, following her into the living room, parting ways for him to sit down quietly and watch her run up the stairs. She’s only gone for fifteen seconds but it feels like forever, and he sits on her couch, trying to catch his breath and get over the shock before she comes back.

He’s not exactly surprised, considering how much he’d been staying over since the night he put his heart on the line for her. He was desperately giving her everything he could each time they slept together, always fearing that every day with her would be the last, and not thinking for a second about pulling out.

She tosses the positive test in his lap and slumps down next to him, overwhelmed by the relief from finally telling him the thing that’s been weighing on her for a week, and the fact that he’s still there, that he somehow hasn’t left. He picks it up and looks at it, his eyes softening but still full of concern, and his lips parting.

“Wha-.. What are you gonna do?” he stutters and looks up at her.

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” she asks, sounding a little more like her snarky self.

“I don't know, I don't wanna.. Push you in either dir-” he says and loses track of the sentences when he glances back at the test.

“You're, uh-”, she says and takes a breath, “Gonna be a dad again”

“Do you want that?” he asks, sounding more concerned than ever, “Please don’t feel pressured by what I said, I-”

“I told you to put a baby in me the first time we had sex, Joel” she says with a careful laugh, “I might tell a joke but I won't tell a lie. I want this, and now I know you do too, so-”.

His hands shoot out and grab her, pull her into his chest and squeeze her, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders, runs her fingers through his curls, and hears him sniffle into the crook of her neck.

“Please don't leave me” she whispers, sinking into his embrace. “I’ll never leave you baby, ever” he assures, “I’m never leavin’ and I’m so sorry”.

“If you'll still have me, please, I promise I’ll take care of you”, he grabs her arms and pulls back to look at her bloodshot, watery eyes, “You and our- our baby, Holy shit”. He can’t help himself, and squeezes her back into his chest, arms wrapping around her back and his hand on the back of her neck.

“I love you so much” he murmurs.

“I love you too, Joel” she whispers back with a sniffle.

They stay there for a while, holding each other, his hand soothing up and down her spine, him whispering that he’ll be here, that he’s not leaving, that he loves her, over and over until her heart rate evens out.

“When did you find out?” he asks, still holding her. “Last week” she mutters into the side of his neck, “Late again, figured it was stress, got a test just in case..”. “We really didn't learn from that scare, huh?” he asks with a bit of a laugh, and she shakes her head, laughing too.

“Wanna know how I broke my ankle?” she asks with a soft smile, sitting up while he takes her hands in his again, “I was convinced you didn't want me, so I got super shitfaced”. He rolls his eyes, still smiling, still looking at her deeply as she keeps talking. “I went to the hospital and wanted to tell you, I even had our conversation open on my phone but..”

She looks down, feeling a painful sort of empathy for herself. “I thought you didn’t want me like that, you know?”

“You have no idea how much I want you, baby” he says, “I want you all to myself, every day and every night. I wanna take care of you and give you the world, wanna have a life with you, be with you for the rest of my life, only you”. His voice is raspy and deep, soothing her as it fills her ears and he reaches his hand to the back of her head, gathering a handful of her hair and wrapping it around his big palm, lightly pulling it.

“My bratty little thing, so beautiful” he coos, and she’s melting again, her head tilted up to look at him with doe eyes, blinking carefully, “I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since the first day you clicked those little nails at me, since we sat together in your bedroom and I couldn’t get my eyes off you, you were so stunning. I wanted you, wanted you so bad, even back then”.

She feels the tears filling her waterline and a painful pressure in her throat at his words, unable to contain her emotions all at once and wanting to just sob for ten minutes straight to get it all out. His eyes follow her as she sniffles and tries to look away, wiping her tears on the back of her hand.

“Baby, why you cryin’?” he coos and hugs her again. “I’m just so fucking sensitive all the time” she sobs into his shirt, her breath hitching as she tries to choke down her cries. “I know, baby, it’s okay” he soothes, “It’ll be like that for a while”.

He stays with her in silence a little more, strokes her back and her hair, presses light kisses to her cheeks and the top of her head. “You wanna go get some food?” he asks carefully, not letting her go, “We can come back here after and I’ll stay the night, I’ll stay as long as you want”.

She nods, and with that, he helps her up from the couch and they head out to his truck.

They’ve never been out in public together, just the two of them, and she feels a little out of place sitting across from him at a restaurant downtown. He notices her glancing around, looking worried, and takes her hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb until their food shows up.

“Do you feel weird?” she asks, “Like.. Being in public with me?”.

She wonders how the other customers perceive her and Joel, if they can tell that he’s much older than her. But as she tries to get an impression of how they see the man on the other side of the table, all she can think about is how gorgeous he is and how much she’s missed him,

He always looks so good, so muscular and big, but so friendly and warm, the gray streaks in his hair the only thing giving away his age, and for the first time, she allows herself to feel a little bit excited about the pregnancy, in disbelief that she’s having a baby with this man, that he’s just as deeply in love with her as she is in him.

“Why on God’s green earth would I feel weird?” he says with a laugh, “Being seen with a pretty girl like you.. Come on now”. He shakes her hand a little and she smiles, rolling her eyes.

“Tell me about the last few weeks” he says, heating up a pack of butter in his hands and handing it to her. She takes the butter and looks up at him with a slight frown, wanting to cry at the gesture but pulling herself together.

“Well,” she drags out while staring into her pasta, “First I was like okay, he’s just playing hard to get for some reason like maybe he’s having a midlife crisis or something?”

Joel laughs a little while he chews, then motions for her to keep talking,

“Then I thought you’d randomly met someone and I was so jealous”, she rolls her eyes at herself, “But after that, I thought, what if he straight up died or something? Like.. I don’t know if you have a family history of cardiac disease, how am I supposed to know that?”

He shakes his head a little, still smiling,

“Then I found out about… You know” she nods and looks down at her stomach, “And I just cried, for days, all I did after work was cry and sleep”. She says it nonchalantly, spinning her fork around in the pasta and stuffing it into her mouth with a blank expression.

His face turns serious and he puts his fork down for a moment, taking her hand in his again and looking at her intently, waiting for her to glance up and make eye contact.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I.. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, for not bein’ there, for not answerin’, I-” he says, lowering his shoulders and furrowing his brows, “I feel awful, I really-”

“Shut up” she interrupts, sounding playfully stern, “You’re gonna make me cry and I refuse to cry in my linguine, so zip your lid and let me eat”.

“Sorry” he whispers with a wink, and watches her as his chest flutters at how lucky he is to be loved by someone like her, to have the chance to raise a child with her, and not just by himself, with someone so loving and caring and generous. His heart is about to burst from looking at her and knowing she’s pregnant with his child, knowing he can still have the future he spent the last two weeks grieving.

He drives back to her house with his hand on her thigh, and her eyes are on him until she falls asleep against the headrest. He parks his truck in her driveway and looks over at her after turning off the ignition, stroking her leg and feeling relieved that he’s still with her after everything.

She wakes up and yawns, time for bed, old man, and climbs out of the truck, then takes his hand, pulls him into her house and up the stairs. They brush their teeth together, and he leaves the bathroom when she does her skincare, saying he’ll warm up the bed.

As she steps into her bedroom, she sees him holding the duvet up for her to crawl under, and she takes a little detour, swinging past her dresser to get one of his t-shirts he’s left at her house, that smells like him and has been her only source of comfort lately, and pulls it on before getting in.

She snuggles into his chest, with her one leg thrown over his hip, and he tucks in the duvet around her before slipping his arm across her waist. “I love you so much, Joel, and I’m so scared” she whispers, feeling the tears streaming down her cheeks. “I love you too, baby” he soothes and kisses her tears, wiping his thumb under her other eye, “I’m gonna take care of you, I promise”.

“And I know you’re scared, it’s okay” he says, soothing his hand down her back, “But you’ll be fine, you’re so strong, and I’m here with you every step of the way, I swear”. She sniffles a little and he pulls her closer to him, tilting her chin up to give her a kiss.

Finally relaxing for the first time in weeks, she quickly notices how Joel’s warm touch on her skin is turning her on, and she kisses him back, snakes her hand up to the back of his neck, and starts teasing him with a bit of tongue, trying to be subtle for no good reason, making him groan and move his hand down to squeeze her ass.

It quickly turns sloppy, licking into each other’s mouth and grinding against each other as her arousal leaks into her panties and he hardens against her, the only fabric separating them being his boxers, stretched to the limit by his cock. His hand finds the swell of her breast and he brushes his thumb over her nipple, overly careful in case she’s sensitive.

She whimpers at his touch and he rolls her onto her back, starting to brush his fingers along the underside of her panties, feeling how soaked the fabric is. “Sorry I haven’t shaved..” she whispers, preemptively, “I didn’t really expect you to be there today and-”.

“You don't have to do that for me”, he interrupts, almost seeming taken aback by her apology, “Darlin’, you are so beautiful the way you are, don’t worry ‘bout any of that”. She nods, still seeming a little shy.

“Want me to take your panties off?” he asks, and she says yes, please before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling him back down into another sloppy kiss as he pulls them down her legs and he gently starts circling her clit with the pad of his finger.

“I’m soaking wet, Joel” she says dryly, almost chuckling, “You can just get in”. He shakes his head and slides one finger into her, feeling how tender and wet she is, “I’m not puttin’ my cock in you till you’re soft and ready for it, babydoll”.

He retracts his finger and goes back to kissing her, covers her clit with her own slippery arousal and starts to rub her, feeling her moans against his lips and increasing the intensity until she comes, whimpering thank you, daddy, thank you.

“That’s right” he murmurs as he gets on top of her, the tip of his cock teasing her opening, so soft and ready to take him, “You’re gonna have my baby, huh? Our baby?”

“Yes, Joel” she breathes, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him with big eyes, feeling the flutter in her chest and warmth in her veins when he looks down at her. “Can you fuck me now? I- I need it, I’ve missed it so much, I need to feel you again”.

“You still my good girl?” he whispers, and drags his nose up the side of her face. Mhmmm she giggles, and reaches up to play with his hair while he slowly pushes the head of his cock into her. She arches her back and gasps a little, and her eyes roll back as soon as he’s halfway in and she feels that stretch she’s been so desperate for.

“You okay, baby? That feel good?” he asks, pausing for a second until she digs her nails into his shoulders and tries to push him closer to her. He chuckles and lets the rest of his length slide in, making them both moan when she tightens as he nudges her cervix.

He gives her a few slow thrusts, and she hooks her legs around his sides, feels him rock into her as the base of his cock rubs her clit, already swelling and sensitive again from how insatiably horny he makes her.

“Jesus,” he groans, “You always been this wet or am I rememberin’ wrong?”. She giggles and kisses his chest, sniffs his scent and relaxes around him, letting him fill her up and rub her soft, spongy, tender insides.

“Choke me a little, Joel, please” she begs, clenching and grinding around him. “Not gonna happen, little brat, not with my baby inside you” he says, pushing her hips into the mattress so he can thrust into her how he wants, “I’m gonna be gentle with you and I don’t care how much it pisses you off”.

“But I want it” she whines, and he shakes his head slowly, brushing his hand up to lay flat on her lower tummy and gently push. “I know what’s good for you” he murmurs, “I’ll give you what you need, just relax”. He pulls her hips up and holds them there, letting him get a little deeper, closer to where she carries their love.

“Daddy I-, oh god, you’re so deep” she moans, and he slides out almost all the way before pushing back in, letting him watch how he stretches her out with his cock and she sucks him back in. “Yeah?” he coos, “Right where I put my baby in you, huh?”. She feels another orgasm building at his words, at his love for her and what they’ve created together, and he brings his thumb to her clit as he notices her tensing up, starting to rub her carefully.

“You look so beautiful with my baby in you,” he coos, running his fingers right above where his cock is disappearing into her, “Fuck, I’d get you pregnant again right now if I could”. “Thank you, daddy” she whimpers, as his cock reaches the deepest part of her and his thumb rubs her until she can’t take it anymore and starts to come, tears sliding down the sides of her temples as she laughs and giggles.

He lays her back down on the bed, careful not to overstimulate her, and gazes at her eyes as he lifts her legs and folds them onto her chest, fucking her even deeper than before. “I love you so much, Joel,” she purrs and watches him struggle to hold back, carding her fingers through his hair. “My baby daddy”, she scratches his upper back with her nails and listens to him groan, “So good to me, always”.

“Anything for you, baby, anything” he mutters in between grunts, tightening his hands around her legs and slowly thrusting, and she feels their shared arousal drip down her ass. The visual of her under him, the squelching sound of him sliding in and out of her heat, her moans, and the feeling of her soft, wet walls around his girth push him closer and closer until she opens her mouth and goes in for the kill.

“Come inside me, daddy” she whispers, “I’ve wanted your come so badly”, and he can’t hold back anymore, coming with a growl and filling her with his spend, thrusting to fuck it deeper into her and leaning down to catch her lips in a kiss, staying inside her until she feels it drip out of her pussy.

She whimpers as he pulls out and grabs a towel, cleaning her up before she stumbles into the bathroom to pee. He puts his boxers back on, shakes out the duvet and turns down the lights, opens the window and puts her diffuser on as he waits for her to come back.

“Come here, baby” he says with open arms the second he sees her in the doorway, and she climbs into bed next to him, gives him a kiss before shifting onto her side with her back against his chest, smelling him on her pillow and duvet and feeling him kiss along her neck and shoulder. “Goodnight, Joel” she says and wiggles closer up into him.

“Sweet dreams, mama” he whispers and rubs her tummy until she falls asleep in his arms.

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macorion · 8 years ago

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Kali ini aku ingin melakukan Sakamichi Review yang sedikit berbeda. Jika sebelum-sebelumnya tiap MV coupling single kutumpuk dalam satu artikel, kali ini akan kubuat satu artikel per MV. Hal ini karena banyak yang kurang ngeh jika aku mengupdate postingan seperti saat Influencer kemarin. Sementara jika menunggu sampai semua coupling keluar maka akan jadi terlalu lama.

Untuk bagian pertama tentu adalah W-Keyakizaka no Uta, coupling MV pertama yang dirilis. Well, jujur saja, aku sempat khawatir akan kemungkinan lagu ini akan hadir atau tidak di single kali ini, karena pertama diperdengarkan saat One Man Live bulan Desember kemarin. Setelah fix masuk dalam tracklist Fukyouwaon, kekhawatiran keduaku adalah mengenai MV, karena melihat LLC, bisa jadi mereka hanya akan memasukkan footage dari One Man Live alih-alih MV yang benar-benar baru.

Salah satu kekhawatiranku adalah seperti ini MV-nya akan terlihat

Untungnya, hal buruk ini tidak kejadian. LLC membuat W-Keyakizaka no Uta menjadi MV yang berbeda dari Fukyouwaon atau khas Keyaki yang penuh energi, melainkan MV yang soft. Ikeda Kazuma kembali duduk di kursi sutradara setelah SiMa, Sekai ni, dan Otona wa Shinjite Kurenai. Kurasa ini pertama coupling MV bisa selembut ini setelah Mata Atte Kudasai. Dan MV ini juga menggambarkan timeline Keyaki sejak debut hingga saat ini.

Scene pembuka MV ini di pematang sungai dan dibuka oleh Tridente original Keyaki; Miyu-Tecchi-Zuumin. Yah, semua diawali oleh mereka, karena jika bukan Tridente ini, SiMa tidak akan menjadi SiMa yang kita tahu. Kemudian bergabung dua yang tersisa dari front row SiMa; Berika dan Yuipon. Yang sedikit tak kupahami adalah Risa, kurasa efeknya di awal lebih terbantu karena 2Watanabe?

Setelah itu adalah scene legendaris dari SiMa, ‘Kimi wa kimi rashiku’ yang diambil dari sudut samping 90° dengan 20 member original. Memang tak memberi impact sebaik yang asli, tapi fresh dan seperti kataku di awal, jauh lebih soft. Saat member berbalik menghadap kamera, dance yang digunakan adalah koreografi W-Keyakizaka no Uta dan saat member berada dalam satu baris, dance yang digunakan adalah Futari Saison.

Berikutnya, kurasa idenya adalah membuat sudut 46° saat member berjalan dan bergandengan tangan? Nice idea but fail though. Ide yang kudapat adalah ke-20 member mulai mendapat ikatan setelah SiMa rilis dan datanglah member yang ketinggalan bus, Neru. Ini adalah simbologi terkuat dari MV ini, karena sekaligus titik penting dalam sejarah Keyaki.

Yah, aku tak akan panjang lebar menceritakan kisah Neru, karena semua sudah pasti tahu. Baju yang dipakai Neru berbeda sendiri, menggambarkan statusnya sebagai Half-Blood Princess yang berusaha masuk dalam geng Slytherin yang berdarah murni. Singkatnya, dia tidak akan diterima dengan mudah.

Kini, member lain dan Neru sendiri mengakui ada tensi tersendiri saat dia bergabung, apalagi Keyaki saat itu baru kehilangan satu member akibat skandal. Lebih lagi, Neru bergabung bukan sebagai replacement melainkan sebagai member Hiragana Keyakizaka, yang diumumkan bersamaan dengan statusnya. Tak heran ada tensi, member baru, dan mendapat keistimewaan berupa ‘grup’ baru.

Kisah discord antara Neru dan member lain di awal ini sudah lama terkuak. Dan cerita tentang Yone sebagai salah satu yang pertama bisa dekat dengan Neru pun sudah jadi cerita umum. Yang cukup mengejutkan bagiku justru manajemen mau mengangkat cerita yang bisa dibilang tabu seperti ini ke dalam MV. Ini seperti mengangkat cerita press conference Ikoma ke dalam MV Kidzuitara Kataomoi katakanlah.

Selanjutnya H.Keyaki ikut masuk ke dalam scene, dan simbologi mereka yang tampil hanya 2-3 detik disini dan menghilang ke bagian bawah frame adalah bagaimana status mereka tidak naik dari mitos sepanjang 2016 sementara Neru menjadi satu-satunya yang naik bersama K.Keyaki. Setelah itu kembalinya H.Keyaki ke frame adalah bagaimana mereka mulai naik ke permukaan di 2017 ini.

Member K.Keyaki+Neru melakukan dance Futari Saison di scene ini, sementara H.Keyaki menarikan Guru-guru Curtain? Entah kenapa di bagian pertama tidak begitu mirip Dare Yori mo Takaku Tobe! untukku. Well, ini menggambarkan saat H.Keyaki benar-benar mendapatkan kesempatan di 3rd single, karena di Sekai ni mereka hanya mendapatkan lagu tanpa MV.

Kemudian adalah simbologi yang menggambarkan Tecchi. Prodigy yang juga memiliki sisi negative. Keyaki mengambil tema multiverse disini, atau lebih umum dikenal sebagai alternate timeline. Tecchi yang berpapasan dengan member lain dan dirinya dalam kondisi multiverse, dimana mereka menjalani kehidupan normal. Sementara “dirinya” yang melihat adegan itu adalah Tecchi di dunia nyata.

Tecchi yang melihat itu kemudian berjalan mengikuti ke arah dirinya dan member lain pergi, scene lalu beralih pada 3 member H.Keyaki; aku tak bisa mengatakan siapa yang paling kiri, tapi dua yang lain adalah Memi dan Katoshi. Serta 3 member K.Keyaki; Mona, Aoi, dan Satoshi yang berjalan ke arah berlawanan. Disini peran Royal Couple sebagai kapten dan wakil kapten tampak, mereka mengejar dan mencegah Tecchi untuk menyerah pada godaan alternate universe dan kembali pada yang lain.

Setelah kembali kepada yang lain, Yuuka mengarahkan semua untuk kembali pada posisinya sementara Aka terlihat melakukan gerakan menyemangati. Kepribadian mereka ditonjolkan di scene ini. MV ini berakhir dengan bahagia, dimana member melakukan pose salute yang cukup identik dengan Keyaki di scene terakhir.

Well, secara keseluruhan MV ini adalah kisah Keyaki dalam real timeline mereka yang ditranslansikan ke dalam sebuah MV yang indah. Dari segi sinematografi, bisa dikatakan ini adalah MV Keyaki paling groundbreaking sejauh ini, dalam arti keluar dari pattern mereka yang militeristik atau cool. Yah, memang bukan yang pertama, tapi efeknya jauh lebih besar karena ini adalah MV untuk lagu yang menjadi identitas mereka.

Untukku pribadi, aku bukan fans besar dari pengambilan gambar seperti ini karena satu alasan; butuh angle yang benar-benar tepat agar menghasilkan efek yang dramatis. Dan benar saja, meski secara visual cantik, tapi terlalu 2D dan berkesan seperti game. Dan jujur saja, aku tak benar-benar paham dengan cara kerja “kiri” dan “kanan” dalam MV ini, setelah membaca banyak opini, aku masih tak bisa menyimpulkan.

Selain itu, absennya close up di MV ini kecuali untuk Tecchi dan sedikit member lain memang sedikit disayangkan. Tapi apa mau dikata, Tecchi adalah Sol Invictus untuk Keyaki, dan kisahnya sudah dalam perjalanan menjadi legenda bukan cuma di internal, jadi masih bisa dimaklumi. Selain itu, kurasa ini untuk menggambarkan lagu ini yang berorientasi pada grup bukan individu.

Kepahitan utamaku atas MV ini adalah absennya Manafin! Ini lebih menyakitkan daripada apapun. Sejauh yang kubaca, absennya berhubungan dengan ujian akhir atau sejenisnya, aku baru membaca sekilas sebelum mereview MV ini. I mean, like, damn! Tidak diikutsertakan dalam MV seperti ini akan menjadi minus besar dalam kisah perjalanan member manapun. #cryingoutloud

Untuk seifuku, aku lebih menyukai ini ketimbang seifuku Fukyouwaon. Memberi nostalgia akan seifuku Nandome, hanya dengan warna hijau shamrock untuk K.Keyaki dan hijau mint untuk H.Keyaki. Klasik dan memberi Nogizaka-vibe, cocok dengan MV-nya. Sayang aku tak bisa mendapat gambar yang enak dilihat untuk seifuku ini.

Overall, W-Keyakizaka no Uta adalah MV yang mirip dokumenter secara keseluruhan. Lebih dari sekedar MV yang menjual dance dan storyline, membawa cerita nyata dari Keyaki sendiri. Sebagai lagu yang akan menjadi identitas utama Keyaki kedepannya, nilai 100 untuk konsep MV ini. Dan bagaimana Tecchi melihat multiverse, adalah perasaan semua member tentu, hal ini juga digambarkan baik melalui MV ini.

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