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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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-* Strawberries

There are some things Joel misses after the end of times, he didn’t think something as sweet as strawberries would be one

- [thank you so much for 2,000 followers, insane, he’s something sweet while you wait. There’s making out and fruit involved but nothing to explicit. Smutty]

When discussing what you missed most in the end of times you thought of anything practical. Easy supply of period products, bread, hot showers.

You hadn't thought about fruit until you were faced with it.

You and Ellie decided to let Joel take his time in the shower and raiding the house that had once belonged to his 'friends' - Bill and Frank.

You'd only come on this job for the kid, apparently an immune with the ability of a cure. You didn't care for Joel, never had but you cared for getting to an end.

That was how you and her ended up lingering over a garden patch labelled with different vegetables and fruits. One stood out to you the most.

"Holy shit."

"Shit- what?" Ellie whipped around in every direction, looking for trouble. But you had already thrown your pack aside and practically dug into the ground to get to the sweet nectar.

As soon as you found one, whole, round red with flickering seeds, you held it up to the sun. It was whole. It was healthy. It was like nothing else in the world.

And it tasted better than you'd remembered. You moan around the juice on your lips and the taste that fell on your tongue.

At that moment the taste of forbidden fruit was the best thing in the world.

Ellie looked at you and at the ground before following suit, plucking one she assumed was alright. "What? It's a fruit."

"It's so much more than a fucking fruit," you licked your lips, looking around the yard. There were loads, enough to get buckets full. Bill and Frank must have been great people.

You were already checking around bushes and your pack.

"Should we take some back for Joel?" asked Ellie. For a kid faced with a lot of grim, she sure had manners.

You grumbled and said nothing. Instead, you pulled out scissors and begun.

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By the time you and Ellie got back to the house, Joel had showered, even put on a nice checked shirt. He'd even combed back his hair.

When the door slammed he stood up, speaking in that familiar gruff voice. "Where have you been?"

Ellie grinned. "Well don't you look pretty!"

Joel shook his head. "Shut up," he looked back to you. You were older than Ellie, but still much younger than him. Still, easier to make sense of. "Where have you been?"

Ellie rolled her eyes as she couldn't miss how his voice softened for you.

You adjusted your pack, glaring at him.

He took a quick survey of you- a new habit of his. Your pants were mud stained at the knees, mud under your nails and... something sweeter about you.

Joel looked at your lips and he swore they'd never looked so inviting before. Never had they had such a sweetness to their look, or so glossed over. Or so red. "Why are your lips like that?"

Your fingers brushed your lips. "Like what?"

Kissable. Glossy. Delectable. He suddenly wished he hadn't said anything as you wiped away the beauty.

"We went strawberry picking!" said Ellie happily.

"You went what?" Joel's brows furrowed.

You huffed. "Are we done here?"

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Only days later did Joel realise the new sweetness to your lips- when you and him were sitting across from each other, each making home on a tree while Ellie slept.

He'd invited you to sleep but you were to on edge. And that put him on edge. When you were on edge you became un-predictable and Joel didn't like unpredictable. He lived in fear when he couldn't work out your next move.

Like that night, when you laid out a cloth of the little red fruits out to him.

For a moment, Joel stared confused.

You shrug, taking your own pack of strawberries out. "They were gonna go bad."

Joel had a share of five.

"Strawberries?" he prodded them. He knew they still existed, he was the one who traded the pack of seeds to Frank. He just hadn't thought this would be what had him going crazy over you.

"What did you want? Banana's?" you sassed.

He rolled his eyes, fully prepared to tell you how disgusting your attitude was when he looked up.

Your lips were wrapped around the fruit, dragging on the seeds until your teeth sunk in just above the green leaf. There was a gentle slurp and then the strawberry was gone, leaving you to flick the greenery off.

Joel didn't care for eating his own. He cared for you eating the rest of them.

You went again for a second one. This one must have been juicier as the slurp was louder.

Holy fuc- what was Joel supposed to do? Shackled up with someone who didn't care about him and who he thought he cared even less for.

But there you were, taking every delicious drop of the fruit on your tongue. And it was getting him feral. His mouth was watering as he watched, his fingers trembling, his jeans tightening between his legs.

If you noticed, you didn't say anything, biting into the third.

It was smaller but a dribble of juice marked the corner of your lips.

Joel didn't know what he was doing. He almost couldn't believe he was carrying himself across the space and to you. No, not carrying.

Joel fucking crawled over to you.

Finally, you looked up at him, watching as he got closer with ease. Knees of the fifty-something year old avoiding the pile of strawberries you offered.

He slouched next to you as you waited for him to do something like tell you it was for warmth or to give Ellie more room. But he offered you nothing.

Nothing except his finger touching the corner of your lips were it was blotched with the fruit and dabbing it on his tongue. It tasted so much more sweeter coming from you.

"What are you-" words escaped in a lost breath.

"T'sweet," he mumbled.

Joel didn't want it to end. He thought really at that moment he'd abandon this whole thing and just settle on getting you a field of strawberries. Anything to see your lips smeared in the sweetness.

He reached over, taking one of the one's your offered him. He finally took a bite and started to understand why you'd got so worked up. It was a different and welcome taste.

You gulped watching him. The juice getting caught in his stubble around him. You wanted to reach up and brush it away like he had so casually, but you were rendered frozen.

Joel took away the strawberry, tip bitten off and looked at you.

It happened slowly, slow enough for you to tell him to stop. Or to grab his wrist or to sink your teeth into the fruit. You did none of those things.

You let Joel use the strawberry like it was god damn lipstick. He gently dragged it over your top lip- you accommodated by gasping and leaving your lips parted. There was a faint trace of the strawberry there.

Joel looked at your lip as he took it lower and dragged it along the bottom. Back and forth, repeating it like a silent prayer. He actually seemed to concentrate at the task at hand while he did, studying the stutter in your breath and the tilt of your chin.

You wanted it. And maybe you didn’t know, but Joel did.

He worked in your bottom lip before prodding with the fruit. "Open."

Any other time you’d have told him to ‘fuck off’ but now you obliged, empty in thoughts except for his.

Joel watched as your lips wrapped around the fruit and took what was left. He threw away the green.

You took it slowly, un-sure on where to go or what to do other than just eat.

Your jaw worked as you tasted the sweetness and Joel's hand crawled up the side of your face, creeping to hold your cheek while his thumb sat itself under your jaw to feel it move.

He watched you with nothing like how he had before. There was no distaste, no anger or annoyance. There was only wonder and something darker you didn't want to name. If you named it, it would become un-avoidable.

Joel's finger danced over your lips as you swallowed the last of the fruit, lips parting for a breath. With him this close to you, it was like you couldn't breathe.

Suddenly Joel's finger felt the warmth of your mouth and it wasn't enough. Wasn't nearly enough.

He surged forward and kissed you.

It wasn't gentle like you'd imagined. Stupidly you'd thought- in the small moments you did think about it- that Joel was a slow lover, that he took his time in learning and tasting.

It was anything but.

It was like he was trying to eat you.

His mouth was wide as it captured yours, his hand on you cheek holding you close to him as his tongue slithered in and searched your mouth. Just funning along yours sloppily wasn't enough, he needed to get the feel of your mouth.

And the taste of those strawberries.

But to you, nothing tasted better than the feeling of Joel Miller giving in. Of feeling him desperate for you like you'd been for him. The taste of your favourite fruit was becoming a distant memory as you dug your fingers into Joel's coat and tugged yourself closer to him until you were practically in his lap.

His lips sunk into your lips.

"Joel," you mewled.

"Shh," he shushed you, hand reaching out blindly aside him. He didn't want to look away from you for a second, scared that if he took his eye of you you'd rush off, you'd ruin his treat.

Joel grasped a strawberry and shoved it between the two of you. He pulled away only enough to shove the strawberry in your mouth.

Your moan was muffled as you took the fruit and had no choice but to chew it down as quick as you could before Joel's lips were on yours again.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip and he panted against you. "I... this is... so sweet."

Never had you known Joel to be lost for words.

You didn't mind.

He'd pulled away enough to catch his breath but you leaned in, lips brushing his. You took it slower, still getting the strawberry down. Your hands held onto his thighs, squeezing and moving up his jeans at a pace of torture.

There was a squelch noise that had you pulling away and licking your lips.

Joel had smushed the last strawberry between his fingers, creating a mess of red.

You looked down at the waste, chocking and about to chastise him when Joel adjusted and smeared it over your lips- down your jaw- down your neck. "J-Joel," you utter, tilting your head back as he created the path. "S'cold."

"I'll warm you, baby, jus' wait," he mumbled, too entranced in his work to focus on anything else.

Your hands wander up his arms and to his hair. "You-you like strawberries?"

Joel grumbled as he finished his work- making a mess of you. "I like you," he said, voice low and rough as if he'd slept hours. "Like you and Strawberries."

With that, he showed you his fingers that were smeared in bits of strawberry. He didn't have to say anything, you wanted it.

As Joel went to the base of your neck, where he'd pulled your jacket down to put the sweetness there, he went tongue first before sucking at the spot.

Your tongue darted out to his fingers, licking the stuff off like you would his cock. Fuck. The thought of strawberry and his cock sent your core on fire as you felt yourself slicken.

You clenched your thighs together as Joel forced his fingers into your mouth that closed around him.

His large and calloused hand dug into your thigh. "I know, baby, I know."

His lips missed away the mess he'd created as you continued to clean off his fingers. His tongue trailed up your neck and under your jaw where he spent a minute or two sucking off the juice.

Joel took away his fingers so he could tilt your neck to the side to get to every space.

"Joel, I need... I need you," you whispered. Damn you if anyone heard, if Ellie who slept only spaces away was awake.

"I know hun," he spoke into your neck, nipping the sore skin. "But I'm a bit busy right now."

You grumbled and whined, hips rocking against his leg.

"Oh, that's what you want?" he teased. Joel's hold on your thigh increased and he moved you to straddle his thigh. "Is that it? All you want?"

You shook your head as his lips kissed your cheek. "Want more."

"More?" he whispered. His lips brushed yours. "Greedy girl."

His tongue danced over your lips, licking off everything he put there.

Abruptly, you moved away from him, hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

It took Joel a moment to come out of the stupor you'd put him in. Eventually, he blinked and looked around. "What?" had you heard something? Raiders, infected?

No. He felt something cold drag over his jaw line.

The last strawberry and you were offering it to him. You'd ran it along his jaw where his stubble sat and under his nose so he could inhale the sweetness that was slowly becoming yours.

Finally the tip ran along his lips and Joel grabbed your wrist in a grip to hurt.

His eyes, dark, darker still in the light of the moon, kept a hold of your gaze as he took the strawberry whole in his mouth. His teeth grazed the tips of your fingers as he took it.

Joel couldn't deny, it was heaven and knowing he'd taste it on you was heaven even more. Holding you was paradise and kissing you was where he wanted to die.

You watched as he made slow work on sending it off.

As soon as he had, Joel latched onto you.

His hands had grabbed onto your forearms and dragged you into his lap. Then his arm was wrapping around your waist and he was moving so you were lying on the sleeping bag and he could feel into your mouth deeply. His tongue could find itself a home in your mouth and it did.

It was all tongue and teeth, lips and biting. It was wet and it was new. It was sharing while with holding all emotion inside.

The only thing you shared was the sweetness of the strawberries.

"Taste," Joel trembled as he tore himself away from your lips, some of the juice from the fruit falling from the corner of your lips. He collected it with his thumb and sucked it off. "Taste so good, darlin'."

His hips rut into you as he ground upon your clothed sore. Your legs were tense as he moved and as you tried to stay silent.

Joel almost didn't care there was a kid in their presence. "Wanna, urm, when this is over get you all the strawberries you want, yeah?"

"O-Ok," you nod, shaking.

Joel looked down at you, kissing you quick. "Get you a whole damn strawberry field and fuck you in it too."

Your leg fit around his hips, tugging him closer. "Joel-"

A quick rustle and sound of disgust had Joel scrambling up and kneeling in the mud in front of you.

"Fucking hell!" Ellie made a commotion as she sat up. "Gross! What the fuck?!"

"Ellie!" he warned.

You rolled to look at the girl that was getting up, still warm and hidden in her sleeping bag.

"Is that what you freaks do when I sleep?!"

Part two soon…

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