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Lakehouse | Chapter Three: Monday | DBF!Joel x F!Reader

authors note: chapter three!! chapter four is already on the way!

series summary: A week at your family's lake house was supposed to be a fun and relaxing vacation for you... But when your fathers good friend, Joel, tags along, you come to find that this one week will be a lot more fun than you thought.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, divorced joel, dbf!joel, girthy age gap (reader is 23, joel is 56), no outbreak au, language, sneaky touches, subtle handjob, dom!joel, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, joel calling reader “good girl”, facefucking, deepthroating, nicknames (sweetheart, darling), mentions of alcohol, dealing with blood, minor injury, soft!joel

chapter summary: Joel comes so close to cracking and is craving you more than ever, but he’s still making it difficult giving you what you want.

word count: 9k

You craved him. You craved his lips, his touch. You wanted to drown in his dark brown eyes over and over again. You could still feel his breath on your lips, inching closer and closer to yours, just desperate to meet your own. 

But that moment never came. Instead, he pulled away, scared of what may happen if he dived in too deep.

He left you cold, empty and wondering. Wondering what could have happened if he had made that one simple move. If your lips had touched, wondering if he would end things there or take things a level further. Those all remained questions, for Joel never gave you the answers you wanted.

Joanna was popping a movie into the old DVD player when you walked into the living room, the fireplace already lighting up the area. The sun had already set, the sky now a jet black with visible stars being the only source of light outside.

You could hear your father popping up some popcorn in the kitchen, the buttery aroma hitting you instantly when you walked into the room.

The couch was covered in blankets and pillows, just like how you and your sister would have it when you were kids. You chuckled quietly to yourself when you saw the set up. Some old traditions really didn’t die off, did they?

Joel wasn’t anywhere in sight. You didn’t see him or hear him talking with your dad in the kitchen, for those two were able to yap away with one another to the point where you could hear them from the other room. 

The couch was empty except for the blankets and cushions. You had to admit that you were disappointed when you didn’t see Joel. But you put on a smile anyway as you sat down on the couch, claiming your spot and fluffy pink blanket.

If Joel wanted to be pissy at you and ignore you, then so be it. He was the one that almost kissed you, not the other way around. If he was too scared to be around you for the rest of the night, you’d find a way to deal with it and just confront him in the morning. But for now, all you wanted to do was watch some shitty cheesy movies with your family while eating endless bowls of salty popcorn, hoping that would take your mind off of Joel.

You leaned back against the couch while your sister put on Napoleon Dynamite, skipping through the ads in the beginning. You held your blanket close to you as you watched her, trying your best to relax. But you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel, about the way he almost kissed you. It was driving you insane. And the fact that he wasn’t in the living room with everyone else was just making it worse. He was proving to you that he was trying to ignore you.

With an excited grin on her face, Joanna sat next to you on the couch, grabbing her favorite blue blanket.

You yawned quietly as you held onto your blanket, the television light illuminating your face as the movie began to play.

“Tired already?” Joanna laughed and shook her head, smirking over in your direction. 

“Shut up. It's been a long day, and I can finally relax now.” You mumble and hold back a laugh while repositioning yourself on the couch.

“Oh yes, because spending the day on a lake is oh so exhausting.” Joanna mocked and rolled her eyes playfully.

You sighed and rolled your eyes back at her, rethinking your decision to come up to this lake house to begin with. Joel was being distant, and your family was annoying. Maybe partying it up with your friends would have been a better route to go for spending your summer.

“Movie started yet?” Your dad smiled and set the big bowl of hot popcorn down on the coffee table in the middle of the room before plopping himself down in his armchair.

You nodded but stayed silent. Without Joel here, you felt like you were still just a little teenage girl spending time with her family, all grumpy and irritated.

Being the youngest, your dad still treated you like you were 12 years old. And Joanna was still the typical big sister that you’ve always looked up to and loved dearly but annoyed you every damn chance she got.

You selfishly only wanted to be here because of Joel, to tie up loose ends and get the closure you had wanted since you were 21, with that preferably being him giving in to the temptation of being with you. But there was always that one obstacle in the way, your father. Even if he did want you as much as you wanted him, Joel would be hesitant to cross that boundary.

You found yourself bored halfway through the first movie. You wanted to go back into your room and finish your book or go and see what Joel was up to.

But when you heard the sound of heavy footsteps heading into the living room, you immediately looked up to see Joel. His hair was messy. His grey sweatpants and tight white shirt showed off all the right parts of his body.

“Decided to join us for a family movie night, Joel?” Your dad teased, grabbing another handful of popcorn for himself.

Joel chuckled and ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head in protest, “Nah, I was just comin’ to grab some water from the kitchen. Was about to head to bed here pretty soon anyways.”

“Please? Just one movie?” You smiled over at him, trying to give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. After all, the main reason you were here was to spend time with him.

Joel looked over at you with a warning glare, but he quickly replaced it with a smile when he remembered that your father and sister were sitting right there. He could already tell what you were trying to do.

“Alright, fine, just one movie.” Joel hesitantly gave in and nodded before striding over to the couch and taking his seat right next to you.

Your heart leaped in your chest the moment his thigh grazed yours over the blanket. Looking over at him, you gave him a small and gentle smile before offering the blanket to him as well. “It gets pretty cold here at night.” You whispered.

Joel looked down at the pink blanket and, much to your surprise, covered his legs and the bottom half of his torso without hesitation. He did have to admit that he was freezing and spent the past two hours in the spare bedroom, covered up in the bed sheets while doing some light reading.

Although, he had a hard time actually getting any reading done. He kept re-reading the same page again and again. It was difficult to concentrate when all he could think about was the way he almost kissed you.

His cheeks burned hot whenever he would think about it, reminiscing about the way your breath hit his lips, how his lips tingled as they yearned to touch yours.

He knew it was wrong, so damn wrong. He hated ever thinking about you in such a way; you were Peter’s daughter for crying out loud. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t stop his cheeks from growing red and his cock from twitching in his pants, just imagining the things he wanted to do to you.

He could only imagine how he would touch you, kiss you, fuck you… but he always had to hold himself back. It was killing him, but he didn’t dare let you know that. God only knows what you would do if you knew he was having these inappropriate thoughts about you, his best friend’s daughter.

Joel exhaled deeply, trying to distract himself from the fact that you were sitting right next to him by watching the movie, hoping that would do the trick.

The movie was nearly over, only about half an hour left. You were cuddled up close to Joel. No one batted an eye as you snuggled up close to him and rested your head on his strong chest, the two of you sharing one blanket. Not even Joel questioned it or pulled away, much to your surprise. Other than a gentle glance down at you, he didn’t say or do anything to acknowledge your close proximity.

You have already checked out of the movie. All you could focus on was how close Joel was to you. Your heart would go frantic whenever he would brush his hand over your thigh, or he would shift in his seat to subtly get closer to you.

He could deny it all he wanted, but both you and Joel knew how badly he wanted you deep down. If it wasn’t for your father, you were sure Joel wouldn’t be holding himself back this much.

But he still kept his eyes on the movie, almost as if he was purposefully trying his best to ignore you. 

The night wasn’t getting any younger, and you weren’t sure if you would even have an opportunity to be this close to Joel any time soon. You wanted to take advantage of this situation and not take it for granted. You needed to be bold.

Slowly and cautiously, you slid your hand down his thigh, making sure that your hand was still underneath the blanket.

Joel’s breath hitched when he felt you moving your hand down dangerously close to his crotch. He tried not to make his reaction too obvious, considering that your father and sister were still in the same room as you two.

Without taking your eyes off him, you slipped your hand into his pants, caressing the outprint of his cock through his boxers. Joel tensed up slightly, but he didn’t move a muscle. You moved your eyes back over to the movie to not raise any suspicion. All the while, you sneakily moved your hand into his boxers, grabbing the base of his hard cock.

It was hard for him to deny how badly he wanted you, mainly because the way his body reacted to your touch gave that away.

His breath got caught in his chest as you squeezed the base, slowly inching your way down to his tip. Your thumb swirled through the pre cum that gathered at the tip. 

Joel gasped quietly and bit down on his lip to suppress a moan, trying his best to just focus on the movie and not how good your small hand felt around his cock.

“Everything alright over there, Joel?” Your father asked, taking a moment away from the movie to look at him.

Joel cleared his throat and nodded quickly as he looked at him, painting a fast smile on his face, “Just enjoyin’ the movie. Ain’t you ever taught not to speak during one?” He teased with a light chuckle.

Peter rolled his eyes playfully and laughed along with him before continuing to watch the movie as if nothing happened. Because, to his knowledge, nothing was happening.

Little did he know that his daughter was subtly stroking his best friend's cock underneath the blanket.

Joel’s dick throbbed in your hand, and you could only imagine what it looked like wrapped around your fingers.

You moved your hand up and down slowly through his boxers, your nails teasing the sensitive and delicate skin.

Joel was biting hard on his lip as he looked down at you with a warning stare. While the two of you kept eye contact, Joel never stopped you as you stroked his cock. He didn’t want you to stop. There was already even more pre cum leaking down his tip as you palmed him gently.

He didn’t know why he was so turned on. You were a beautiful young lady. That was a given. But the thrill of it all, being so secretive, he felt like he was a sneaky little teenager all over again. You brought that excitement back into his life. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was so damn wrong. But there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop you. If anything, all he wanted was for you to keep going.

You took glances at Joel from time to time, watching how his cheeks would burn up while he tried to hold back any moans or groans. Your hand felt too damn good. He came to realize why he always cracked every time he was near you. It was too hard to say no to you. He felt like a fool. Less than 24 hours, and he was already melting under your touch.

Right when you squeezed his shaft, Joel cleared his throat and quickly sat up in his seat. You moved your hand out of his boxers and into your lap, watching as he stood up from the couch.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Joel in confusion. “You sure you’re feeling alright?” He asked with a hint of worry.

Joel ran a hand through his hair and nodded, pressing his lips into a smile as he looked over at him. He was just praying that the bulge in his pants wasn’t noticeable, “Just tired s’all. Gonna head to bed early.” He spoke quicker than he had intended to.

Peter nodded and returned the smile, “Just trying to get out of movie night. I see how it is.” He teased with a chuckle.

Joel laughed along and rolled his eyes playfully. If only he knew the real reason why he was cutting the night so short.

Before he left, Joel gave you a knowing look that had your heart soaring in your chest. He wasn’t done with you yet, not even close. Without a word, he walked into the spare bedroom, leaving you alone with your family and your devilish fantasies.

You let a few minutes go by, not wanting to be too obvious. If you had left right away, your father would have been suspicious. You were sure Joanna would have some sort of idea, but you trusted her enough to stay hushed.

Not even ten minutes later, you stood up from the couch and announced you had to go use the restroom. You quickly strided your way into the spare bedroom, closing the door behind you.

The moment you stepped in, you saw Joel pacing back and forth around the room, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. You could still see the prominent bulge in his sweatpants, just dying to be released.

When he heard the door close, Joel took a halt to his pacing and looked straight at you. It reminded you of a wild animal staring at its prey. Hungry and starved. 

His dark brown eyes were full of lust, a look that made you warm and tingly all over. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you in close to him. You could feel his hard cock pressed up against your thigh. 

“You’re drivin’ me fucking insane, y’know that?” He held onto your hips tightly, making damn sure that you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

His cock throbbed desperately in his pants. Pre cum was already staining his boxers, and his tip was red and burning with need.

He hated himself for how easily he cracked after just one night. But there was something about you that made him this way. Now, all that Joel cared about was you helping him cum after playing that little game in front of your father.

“Am I?” You whispered dangerously close to his lips before grabbing his hard cock through his pants, giving it a light squeeze.

Joel let out an animalistic groan before grabbing your hand and leading you over to the bed with him. He hated giving in to you this easily, but there was no way he was going to be able to fall asleep without you fixing the problem you had caused.

His hand was large around your wrist, his fingers wrapped easily all the way. You knew that he was large all around, and you couldn’t wait for what he had in mind for you.

Joel sat down on the edge of the bed and stopped you right in between his legs, “On your knees. Better make this quick before your ol’ man starts wonderin’ where ya are.”

You didn’t hesitate before kneeling down right in front of him, his crotch directly in your face. You were quick to undo his belt, just as eager as he was. Your mouth was already salivating at the thought of having his dick in your mouth.

Two years, you have been waiting for this moment, desperate to take anything he was willing to give you.

“You’re so pretty like this, on your knees. So needy to suck my cock.” Joel cooed while caressing your hair with his hand, watching you unbuckle his belt and pulling down his jeans with haste.

Joel was the only man you were ever so desperate for. He was the only man, in fact, that you even wanted like this. You never had the desire to suck any other man’s dick. The thought disgusted you. But with Joel, it was so much different. You were so eager to have him in your mouth. You craved the sweet and salty taste of his cum. 

Your hands moved with haste as you pushed his boxers down to his ankles, his hard dick popping out as you did so. Just as you imagined, it was red and dripping with precum, desperately needing its release.

It was the same you had remembered from two years ago. It was large, girthy, veiny… just perfect to fill you up any way you’d like.

Joel wrapped his other hand around the base of his shaft, slowly rubbing his dick up and down while petting your hair with the other.

“This is what you wanted, hm? Wanted my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours?” Joel groaned as he stroked his cock, his voice laced with lust.

Pre cum was dripping down his tip, and you were just dying to get a taste.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting his dick in your mouth more than anything. Joel stared into your eyes as he continued to stroke his cock. You licked your lips, careful not to break eye contact with him.

“Suck.” He demanded, pulling at your hair slightly.

Without hesitation, you closed your eyes and moved your mouth down to his cock. You started off on his tip, swirling your tongue around. You moaned quietly against him at the salty taste of his pre cum, already craving more.

“Fuckkk, that’s it,” Joel growled lowly in his chest, being careful as your family was still in the living room. And these walls weren’t the thickest.

Your hand met his at the base, squeezing his cock as you continued to tease his tip with your tongue. You craved to have more of him in your mouth, but you could already tell by his size that you wouldn’t be able to take him into your mouth all at once.

Your eyes closed as you carefully bobbed your head up and down on his cock, getting a little bit deeper each time. Your throat was already relaxed, and you wanted nothing more than to make him finish in your mouth. You wanted to be the one to make him feel good.

Each time you took more of him into your warm mouth, Joel would grip onto your hair a little tighter and let out a quiet groan. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you worked your magic on his cock.

With all of your prior teasing, he could already feel himself getting close. But he didn’t want to finish, not yet. He didn’t want this to be over, especially not so soon. The moment your mouth met his dick, he felt an instant relief from all the tension you had built up in the living room. It was as if your mouth was a warm blanket when he was freezing to death. This was just what he needed. You were just what he needed.

Joel’s fingers laced in your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. He started off slow, watching you intently as you gradually got deeper on his cock. Spit was gathering around your lips and dribbling down his cock. Just the sight alone made Joel want to go insane. You were so damn sexy without even trying. 

Joel hummed quietly as he pet your hair. You gagged quietly when you went a little too deep before pulling away slightly to catch your breath. You licked your lips and looked up at Joel with big eyes, meeting his lust-filled eyes that never left yours.

“Keep goin’,” Joel mumbled, his breathing getting more ragged. He vigorously stroked his wet cock when you moved away, “Didn’t tell ya to stop now, did I?” He whispered, his strong hand still wrapped around his girthy cock.

You giggled quietly and shrugged your shoulders while looking up at him, “I just think it’s funny.” You whispered, rubbing his bare thighs and biting your lip.

Joel furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at you. He was getting more and more frustrated the longer his dick wasn’t in your mouth, “What’re you talking ‘bout?”

“It’s been less than a day, and you’re already so eager to have my mouth wrapped around your cock.” You smirked, never breaking eye contact with him.

Joel took a deep, slow breath. You could see his chest slowly rise as he gripped onto your hair. He couldn’t deny it. You weren’t wrong. It was embarrassing for him to admit, but it was the truth. He was a weak man when it came to you. He wasn’t going to deny it, but he wasn’t going to admit it in front of you either, “Be a good girl and stay quiet.” He mumbled before tugging your hair, pulling you back down on his dick.

You gagged in surprise but moaned quickly after, squeezing his thighs as he pushed your head back onto his dick. You loved seeing him so needy just for you. Your panties grew wet, knowing that you were the one who was able to make him lose control like that.

Joel held your head down, his large hand remaining in your hair as he continuously bucked his hips up into your mouth, chasing his release.

“Such a perfect mouth. Fuck.” Joel groaned, his movements getting more hasty as he felt himself get closer and closer to his climax.

You moaned against his dick as you allowed him to face fuck you. He grunted quietly, struggling to stay silent as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again.

“Takin’ me so well, such a good fuckin’ girl.” Joel moaned and held your hair to keep you in place as he fucked your mouth.

You hummed at all his praises, wanting to be a good girl just for him. You wanted to please him more than anything. You wanted to prove to him that you could be perfect for him.

Joel gasped when you squeezed his thighs and gently scratched his bare skin. He loved the feeling of your nails on his skin just as much as he loved the feeling of your mouth on his dick. It drove him insane.

His mind went cloudy as he thrusted his hips faster and deeper into your throat, desperate to cum. His breathing was strangled, getting closer and closer to his release.

You let out a quiet sob against him, his cock going deeper into your throat with each of his thrusts. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as he fucked your throat. You focused on his hand petting your hair soothingly and listened to him whisper sweet nothings about how good you were doing for him.

“Fuck. Shit..” Joel groaned and leaned his head back, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he released in your mouth.

He gripped onto your hair tightly, his cock throbbing in your mouth as strings of warm cum shot on your tongue and down your throat. You slowly pulled your mouth away from his dick and rested your head down on his inner thigh. His pubes tickled your nose as you laid your head down on him, taking the moment to catch your breath. You coughed quietly, the drunken smile never leaving your lips.

Joel was doing the same as he slowly opened his eyes to look back over at you. The second he laid his eyes on you, he felt a pang of guilt hit his chest. You looked so calm and innocent as you lay on his lap, your mouth pink and plump from sucking him off.

He swallowed hard, the logical part of his mind slowly coming back to him. You were his best friend’s daughter, for crying out loud. He had a weak moment, and the regret hit him instantly. Not only were you Peter's daughter, but you were still so young and so innocent. You were only 23 years old. You still had so much life to experience. You shouldn’t be wasting away these years with a man who was already in his mid fifties.

He felt terrible watching you smile and relax on his lap. The two of you sat in silence. While you were full of peace and serenity, Joel’s mind was racing at a million miles an hour. All the while, you seemed to have no care in the world.

Reality hit Joel like a truck. Here you were, cuddled up between his legs while your family was out in the living room watching a movie.

He tore his eyes away from you to stare at the door in front of him, trying to process his thoughts. He continued to pet your hair gently, a frown forming on the corner of his lips. His touch was soft and gentle. It was a touch that could put you to sleep.

“I should head to bed,” Joel mumbled and cleared his throat, hesitantly looking back down at you. He helped you stand back up before he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, his hands shaking as he did so.

You looked at him with disappointment in your eyes. But before you could say anything, Joel kissed your cheek and spoke up again.

“I’m sure your dad and sister are wonderin’ where you ran off to. You should go back out there and watch some movies with ‘em. It’ll be fun.” He put on an evidently fake smile. His lips were pursed, and he shoved his thumbs in the front pocket of his pants. He hated ending the night like this, but he didn’t have any other option.

“But Joel-”

“Goodnight,” He cut you off, “I’ll see you in the morning, alright?” Joel whispered softly and laid down in the bed.

You watched him as he covered himself up in the duvet, laying down on his side and closing his eyes. He was done with this conversation. He was done with the night.

You stared at him for a moment, wanting to say something more. You didn’t want to end the night like this, but Joel wasn’t giving you much of a choice.

“Joel?” You started, not wanting the night to end. Not like this, at least.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He muttered, not turning or looking over in your direction. He laid as still as a statue.

You blinked a couple of times and sighed before turning around, grudgingly going back into the living room to end the night watching movies. But the whole time, you knew you weren’t going to be able to keep your mind off of what just happened between you and Joel.

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It was a long night. You were restless, tossing and turning in your bed. It wasn’t until nearly three in the morning that you finally managed to go to sleep.

You were even more annoyed when seven rolled around, and you woke up, unable to fall back asleep. You laid there for an extra half an hour with your eyes closed, trying to force yourself to go back into a dream-filled state. But, no matter how hard you tried, sleep never came back your way.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Joel and what had happened between the two of you the previous night. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the way he looked down at you with lust and pleasure, praising how good you were sucking his cock and how wonderful your mouth felt.

And you couldn’t shake off the way he brushed you off so quickly after. It was as if he was trying to act like nothing happened between you two seconds after it happened.

Your mind was racing, and you eventually came to the realization that sleep wasn’t going to come back your way. You were annoyed and exhausted when you rolled out of bed. While it was your summer vacation, it was still a typical Monday morning.

You glanced over at a sleeping Joanna in the bed across from yours, jealous that she was actually in a deep sleep. Trying to be as quiet as you possibly could, you walked out of the bedroom and closed the creaky door behind you.

The morning sun was already up and shining, the brightness almost too much for you with all the open windows. You rubbed your eyes and yawned tiredly, making your way into the kitchen.

A couple of the windows were open, letting in a light breeze. It was strangely quiet other than the birds singing a merry tune outside. Looking out the window, you saw your dad outside working on the fishing boat, determined to get that old thing working again. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been out there since five in the morning. He was always an early bird, and unfortunately, he had passed that trait down to you. Even though you wanted more sleep, you were never able to sleep past eight on a good day.

You watched out the window for a second longer, noticing that Joel wasn’t outside there with him. You assumed that he was probably still fast asleep.

Walking over to the coffee pot, you started brewing up some fresh coffee in hopes that it could begin to wake you up so you wouldn’t feel like you were half asleep for the rest of the day. You reached up into the cabinet to grab a coffee mug, holding it close to your chest. You kept your eyes on the coffee machine, watching the hot liquid dribble down into the pot like a child would eagerly stare at the oven baking fresh chocolate chip cookies.

You rubbed your eyes once more and leaned back against the counter when you heard the sound of a door creaking open. Assuming that it was just Joanna, you didn’t pay it any attention and kept your focus on getting your first cup of coffee of the morning.

“Mornin’.” Joel’s deep voice came up from behind you, reaching over to grab his own mug. His arm brushed yours as he reached over you. You tensed up slightly and stared down at your mug.

“Morning,” You responded quietly, “How’d you sleep?”

“Slept fine.” He kept his answer short. His voice was tired and groggy, and he spoke extremely low in his chest. He sounded like he had gotten just as much sleep as you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he spent all night tossing and turning like you had, unable to stop thinking about what happened that night.

You stayed silent, waiting for him to say something, anything else. But he just leaned against the counter alongside you, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

Looking over at him, you could see the bags underneath his eyes. It made you wonder if he had even gotten any sleep at all. You wanted to feel guilty, but you didn’t regret what happened. If anything, it only made you want even more of him. You wanted to hear him moaning your name and telling you how good you felt again. You craved for him to touch you like he did and more so.

Every time you thought about it, you got excited and warm all over. Even just looking at him had the same effect. He even looked sexy in the morning with his messy hair and sweatpants. You wanted to go down on him again more than anything. It was incredibly hard to hold yourself back.

But as you kept your eyes on Joel, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Joel was a man who was always good at hiding his emotions behind a stone cold face. His face was tired as he stared at the coffee machine, caressing the ceramic mug in his hands.

You were itching to bring up the night before, but you didn’t want to be the one to start the conversation. You were waiting for Joel to do that. But he kept silent, not even looking over at you.

You tapped your mug as you continued to lean back against the counter, close to Joel. His arm brushed yours lightly, but he pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. Joel glanced over at you for a quick second and sighed before turning away once more.

There was nothing he wanted more than to wrap his arms around you from behind and hold you close. You always had a special place in his heart, and that soft spot only grew since last night. All because of one weak moment he had, he wanted your touch even more. He wanted to pull you in close to him and spend a lazy morning in bed with you.

But of course, he couldn’t. He couldn’t even be thinking in such a way, and that was the hardest part; trying to deter his mind away from you. But each time you would even walk his way, he would find his exterior cracking and cracking even more, threatening to break completely.

And you were nearly successful with that the other night. He didn’t want to push you away. He wanted nothing more than to have you stay with him in bed, cuddled up in his arms and sleeping on his chest. But he had to do what was right, no matter how difficult it was for him to do so.

You kept taking glances over at Joel as you waited on your coffee, just waiting for him to say anything. But that moment never came.

He ran a hand through his hair and stepped over to the coffee machine when the coffee finished brewing, pouring himself a cup. He blew the steam from the mug before taking a sip of the piping hot black beverage.

He looked over at you from over his mug and gave you a small smile. He wanted to reassure you that he wasn’t mad or upset with you. He wasn’t at all. If anything, he was angry at himself for allowing things to go as far as they did. And he was mad that he wanted more of you. He was even more upset with himself because he didn’t regret what happened.

“Oat milk in your coffee, right?” Joel finally spoke up as he walked over to the fridge. It was something, but nothing close to what you wanted. It was clear now to you that you wouldn’t be talking about last night's activities any time soon.

You gave him a quick nod and a slight smile, “Yeah, thanks.”

Joel nodded and pulled out the carton of oat milk from the fridge, setting it down on the counter beside you. You thanked him and prepared your coffee the way you liked it. 

He stayed silent as he looked around before looking back over at you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek, “‘Course.” He mumbled before going out the front door to meet your father out on the dock.

Your cheeks immediately turned a dark shade of pink when his lips met your skin. That was the last thing you were expecting from him. It made your heart race in your chest. You watched as he walked back outside and bit your lip, failing to hold back a smile.

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By early afternoon, everyone was up and out by the lake, taking advantage of the warm summer weather. You were in your favorite baby blue bikini, one that you knew for a fact would catch Joel’s eye without fail.

Joanna was out in the water, floating on her back in the lake and letting the sun beat down on her skin while you sat out on the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the water. Your sister had already begged you to come out in the water with her, but you were very adamant that you didn’t want to get your hair wet.

Right out by the dock, Joel and your dad were leaning back in some lawn chairs with a bottle of cold beer in their hands, casually sipping and relaxing as they made small talk.

You took your feet out of the water and laid back down on the dock, feeling the warm sun all over your body. It was calm and relaxing, just what you needed after your confusing morning with Joel.

Every time you would look over at Joel, he would immediately turn away as if he was already staring at you when you weren’t looking. You smirked to yourself as you watched him talk to your dad in an attempt to distract himself from you.

You had just as much of a hard time taking your eyes away from him. He always looked so good, especially with his tight tee shirt and sunglasses that covered his dark eyes. He had to be aware that the effect he had on you was just as powerful as the one you had on him.

You reluctantly looked away from him to bring your attention over to Joanna when you heard her calling out your name.

“What?” You called back out to her, standing up on the dock and facing her. Your ass was in Joel’s view, and you could feel his eyes on you.

“Are you going to join me in the water now, or are you just gonna lay there and burn in the sun?” She teased in her typical big sister manner.

You rolled your eyes and sighed before walking down the dock to get off and to the shore. You were getting pretty hot, and your sister was making the sparkling blue water seem very appealing. After all, it was never a successful vacation to the lake house if you didn’t spend at least an hour in the water every day.

When you were younger, you may have jumped off the dock and dived into the water. But now, walking into the water slowly and easing into it seemed more pleasing. Plus, it gave Joel more of an opportunity to stare at you and your ass as you walked into the water.

You glanced over your shoulder, and just as expected, Joel was staring at you through his sunglasses, his grip tight on his beer bottle. You chuckled quietly as you stared at him for a moment, feeling the cool water on your bare feet as you stepped into the lake.

You only took a couple of steps in before you had to stop immediately. An instant pain shot through your foot, and you cursed, grabbing onto your foot.

Joanna watched you and furrowed her eyebrows before standing up in the water, “Are you alright?”

You pressed your lips together and looked down at your hand to see the blood mixing in with the water, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sighed, not wanting to bring attention to yourself.

Just your luck, you had to step on the sharpest rock in the lake that sliced a clean cut into your foot. It stung, and your foot and hand were now covered in blood. Just great.

You limped back out to the shore, grabbing your flip flops so you didn’t have to walk barefoot on the ground with an open wound on the sole of your foot.

Your father looked over at you as you walked back over to the house, dragging your injured foot behind you.

“Everything alright there, sweet pea?” He called out to you with a slight frown on his face, his body turned in his lawn chair to look at you.

When Joel heard him, he turned his attention over to you, an immediate concern washing over him.

“Yeah, I already told Joanna that I’m fine.” You told him, not wanting to bring much attention to yourself. All you wanted to do now was to just go inside and take care of this.

Peter seemed satisfied by your answer, unlike Joel. Joel stood up from his lawn chair and sighed, setting his beer in the cup holder, “I’ll take care of it.” He told Peter before walking over to your side and gently grabbing onto your arm.

“I said I was fine, Joel. I can take care of it myself.”

Joel shook his head, not listening to your claims that you were alright. He could see the blood that was on your shoe and the way you were limping all the way back to the house. He could tell you were bullshitting him, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I ain’t letting you tell me that bullshit, c’mon now.” He demanded gently, keeping his soft grip on your arm as he dragged you inside the lake house and immediately into his bedroom, “Sit.” He motioned over to his bed before walking out of the room.

You sighed quietly as you watched him before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You took off your flip flops, holding onto your injured foot. The bleeding seemed to be dying out by now, but it was still covered in dirt and dried blood. This was something you definitely could have taken care of by yourself. You weren’t a child. You didn’t need Joel’s help. But he wasn’t going to allow you to deal with this on your own. That itself was clear.

Less than two minutes later, Joel came back into the bedroom, holding a box of bandages and a wet towel.

“Does it hurt?” Joel asked gently and kneeled down in front of you, grabbing onto your ankle to take a better look at the cut.

You shrugged, watching as he cleaned your foot with the wet rag, “Not really anymore.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes on him.

You were a bit surprised that he was so adamant about helping you, especially after the other night and this morning. He seemed like he wanted to just avoid you ever since last night.

He barely even talked to you this morning and has been giving you nothing but confusing signals that you struggled to make any sense of. And now, he was insistent on bandaging up your little wound that you could have easily done yourself.

His touch was soft and gentle, as if he had done this a million times before. He didn’t put too much pressure on the sole of your foot as he cleaned up the blood and sand before carefully bandaging it. Running a hand through his hair when he finished, Joel looked up at you with a small smile before standing up, growing three feet, “Should be as good as new.”

You chuckled quietly and rolled your eyes, leaning back on the bed while keeping your eyes on him, “Thanks, Joel. I could have done it myself, y’know. It didn’t hurt all that bad.”

Joel shrugged his shoulders before taking the seat down next to you on the bed, his hand just barely brushing against yours, “Yeah, I figured. But those cuts can get real nasty if you don’t take care of ‘em right. Wanted to make sure you got proper treatment.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh a little more when you heard him and smirked, shaking your head, “It sounds to me like you just wanted some alone time. Is that true, Dr. Miller?”

The corners of Joel’s lips upturned into a grin as he shook his head, “Not my intention, but I ain’t complain ‘bout it either.”

The curtains were closed, and everyone else was outside by the lake. It was one of the few times you were alone with him, other than the other night and the morning after.

“Seems like you’ve been going out of your way to get me all to yourself.” You pointed out.

Joel chuckled softly and held onto your hand, making your heart skip a beat. His calloused fingers caressed the top of your hand as his eyes bore into yours, “M’afraid I can’t confirm or deny that.” He whispered.

That wasn’t the response you were expecting from him. You had assumed that he was wanting to avoid you ever since the previous night.

“I’m feeling better already.” You smiled warmly, squeezing his hand gently, watching as he didn’t pull away.  

He actually wanted to hold your hand, to be close to you. He wasn’t saying anything, just staring into your eyes with such care that you haven’t seen from any man your age before.

It was much different than the lustful look he was giving you the night before. His eyes were soft and gentle as they stared into yours. He didn’t want to be the first to look away, and neither did you.

Joel took the other hand that wasn’t holding onto yours and gently reached up to caress your cheek, his rough hand contrasting against your smooth skin. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch, your cheek fitting perfectly into his hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” Joel whispered, letting the forbidden words leave his mouth. He hated himself for allowing him to feel such a way for you, but it was torture trying to deny it.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, his finger slowly brushing past your lower lip. Your lips parted slightly, your eyes never leaving his.

Slowly, you stood up from the bed, and his hand moved down to wrap around your waist. He pulled you in closer to him with one swift movement, barely an inch between the two of you.

Your eyes glanced down at his lips, wanting to press them against yours more than anything. The butterflies came flying back into your lower stomach when you noticed him doing the same. You were waiting for him to make the first move. His grip on your waist tightened as he held you close to him.

Joel licked his dry lips, massaging your hips as he stared into your deep eyes, “Y’know, we really can’t be doing this.” He whispered lowly, barely audible enough for you to hear him.

“But we both want this.” You whisper, moving your hands up to his chest. He tensed up under your hands as you caressed his chest gently, your touch causing unexplainable things to him.

Joel looked down and sighed heavily, shaking his head in defeat, “Don’t mean it’s right.” He muttered and ran a hand over his face before looking at you.

His eyes were sunken in, and you took notice of the dark bags underneath his eyes. It was clear he was losing sleep because of this. He spent the night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about you and how good your mouth felt against his cock. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted more of you. He didn’t get a blink of sleep, all because of you. 

He was in a conflict with himself. He was unsure what to do. He didn’t know whether he should follow his head that repeatedly told him how wrong all of this was, or his beating heart that would race every time he would lay eyes on you. 

You never tore your eyes away from him, trying to read him. But you were unsuccessful. He was always a hard man to read, but now more so than ever. 

“Fuck me.” Joel sighed heavily and shook his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, and before you could even get a word in, Joel’s lips met yours in a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss. His large hands held onto your waist as his lips danced with yours.

You hummed quietly against his lips as you kissed him back instantly, closing your eyes. Just like you had imagined, his lips were warm and soft, contrary to his rough hands that held you close to him.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging and pulling at the dark strands gently as your lips met his over and over again. Slowly, your hands snaked down to his chest, to his stomach, and almost made their way down to his lower stomach before Joel stopped the kiss, grabbing onto your hand gently.

He shook his head. You could still feel his hot breath beating down on your kiss stained lips.

You looked up at him in confusion, your lips slowly turning downwards into a frown. You wanted to ask him if you did anything wrong, but you were scared that you already knew the answer.

“Look, darlin’…” He began. You already didn’t like where this was headed, “You know I have a soft spot for you, always have an’ probably always will if I ain’t careful,” he ran a hand up his face and through his hair, struggling to find the right words to say. He wanted to make things clear, but he didn’t want to unintentionally hurt you, either. That would probably just break his heart even more.

There was a brief moment of silence before Joel held onto your hand once more as a way to reassure you, “But whatever this is, it can't continue. It’ll be damn hard, that’s for sure,” he scoffed quietly. He smirked, shaking his head, mostly to himself, “But it can’t. I care a lot about you and your family. You understand that, don’t ya?”

You didn’t want to, but you nodded your head.

“And I care about your dad a lot. One of my closest friends. And I’d be damned if I ever hurt the man who helped me through hell and back,” Joel explained, “And you’re still young. Still so damn young…” he exhaled, almost like the realization just hit him.

You remained silent, for once willing to keep quiet and listen.

“You deserve someone your own age who can treat you right, who wouldn’t have to keep you a secret and feel guilty every time he gets you alone. You are a beautiful young woman who can get any man she wants. But I can’t be that man for you.”

You wanted to interrupt him and demand that he was the only man you wanted, the only man that you ever truly wanted. Everyone else you’ve ever tried to date were nothing but assholes. But Joel was different. Not only was he mature and sexy, but he was soft and kind hearted, something you have never received from any other man before.

Joel tucked a piece of hair behind your ear while staring into your eyes, “You should get some rest.” He whispered gently.

You remained silent and nodded slowly. The one-sided conversation was a hard one to get through, and it was a lot for you to process. You wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and fall asleep, escape from the reality that you currently didn’t want to be in.

“You can lay in my bed. I don’t mind.” Joel offered and gently held onto your arm to help you lie down.

You didn’t need the help, but you didn’t push him away. He was so soft with you, and you wanted to hold onto this side of Joel for as long as you could.

With a quiet yawn, you laid down on the bed and let him drape the covers over you. He wanted to take care of you, and you wanted to allow him to do so. He brushed your hair out of your face and smiled softly, “You rest up now.”

You looked up at him as he gently rubbed your shoulder, “Can you stay here with me for a little while?” You asked him, your quiet voice tired.

The small smile on Joel’s face grew before he nodded slowly. He always had a hard time saying no to you, “Scooch over.” He mumbled.

You moved further over on the bed to make room for him, and Joel moved underneath the covers, laying right beside you.

“C’mere.” He whispered and wrapped his arm around you to bring you in closer to him. His body was warm and cozy as you rested your head on top of his chest. You focused on his beating heart and rhythmic breathing. It was almost enough to lull you to sleep.

The two of you stayed silent. There was a lot that could be said, but nothing that either of you wanted to bring up. You knew that pursuing any kind of romantic relationship with Joel was going to be near impossible, no matter how much you both craved each other. But at the same time, you were cuddling up to him in his bed.

It was clear that you both wanted more of something that you couldn’t have. All this was now, was a waiting game. Waiting to see how long it was going to take him to fully crack and not go back on his word. You knew what you wanted, and he knew that too. Now, it was all up to him to admit to himself how much he wanted you.

You listened to his steady breathing and yawned quietly once more, the sound of his soft snores lulling you to sleep.

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From chapter three of lakehouse♡

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The morning sun was already up and shining, the brightness almost too much for you with all the open windows. You rubbed your eyes and yawned tiredly, making your way into the kitchen.

A couple of the windows were open, letting in a light breeze. It was strangely quiet other than the birds singing a merry tune outside. Looking out the window, you saw your dad outside working on the fishing boat, determined to get that old thing working again. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been out there since five in the morning. He was always an early bird, and unfortunately, he had passed that trait down to you. Even though you wanted more sleep, you were never able to sleep past eight on a good day.

You watched out the window for a second longer, noticing that Joel wasn’t outside there with him. You assumed that he was probably still fast asleep.

Walking over to the coffee pot, you started brewing up some fresh coffee in hopes that it could begin to wake you up so you wouldn’t feel like you were half asleep for the rest of the day. You reached up into the cabinet to grab a coffee mug, holding it close to your chest as you kept your eyes on the coffee machine, watching the hot liquid dribble down into the pot like a child would eagerly stare at the oven baking fresh chocolate chip cookies.

You rubbed your eyes once more and leaned back against the counter when you heard the sound of a door creaking open. Assuming that it was just Joanna, you didn’t pay it any attention and kept your focus on getting your first cup of coffee of the morning.

“Mornin’.” Joel’s deep voice came up from behind you, reaching over to grab his own mug. His arm brushed yours as he reached over you. You tensed up slightly and stared down at your mug.

“Morning,” You responded quietly, “How’d you sleep?”

“Slept fine.” He kept his answer short. His voice was tired and groggy, and he spoke extremely low in his chest. He sounded like he had gotten just as much sleep as you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he spent all night tossing and turning like you had, unable to stop thinking about what happened that night.

You stayed silent, waiting for him to say something, anything else. But he just leaned against the counter alongside you, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

Looking over at him, you could see the bags underneath his eyes. It made you wonder if he had even gotten any sleep at all. You wanted to feel guilty, but you didn’t regret what happened. If anything, it only made you want even more of him. You wanted to hear him moaning your name and telling you how good you felt again. You craved for him to touch you like he did and more so.

Every time you thought about it, you got excited and warm all over. Even just looking at him had the same effect. He even looked sexy in the morning with his messy hair and sweatpants. You wanted to go down on him again more than anything. It was incredibly hard to hold yourself back.

But as you kept your eyes on Joel, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Joel was a man who was always good at hiding his emotions behind a stone cold face. His face was tired as he stared at the coffee machine, caressing the ceramic mug in his hands.

You were itching to bring up the night before, but you didn’t want to be the one to start the conversation. You were waiting for Joel to do that. But he kept silent, not even looking over at you.

You tapped your mug as you kept leaning back on the counter close to Joel. His arm brushed yours lightly, but he pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. Joel glanced over at you for a quick second and sighed before turning away once more.

There was nothing he wanted more than to wrap his arms around you from behind and hold you close. You always had a special place in his heart, and that soft spot only grew since last night. All because of one weak moment he had, he wanted your touch even more. He wanted to pull you in close to him and spend a lazy morning in bed with you.

But of course, he couldn’t. He couldn’t even be thinking in such a way, and that was the hardest part; trying to deter his mind away from you. But each time you would even walk his way, he would find his exterior cracking and cracking even more, threatening to break completely.

And you were nearly successful with that the other night. He didn’t want to push you away. He wanted nothing more than to have you stay with him in bed, cuddled up in his arms and sleeping on his chest. But he had to do what was right, no matter how difficult it was for him to do so.

You kept taking glances over at Joel as you waited on your coffee, just waiting for him to say anything. But that moment never came.

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Four Months | Joel Miller X Wedding Planner F!Reader

authors note: after forever of waiting, here's part five of love is in the air!

part five of love is in the air! love is in the air masterlist here

summary: It’s been four months since you and Joel have seen each other and it’s been a living hell for the both of you. All you can think about is Joel, and all he can think about is you. But one night, Joel finally gets the courage to call you up.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak au, big infidelity, age gap (24 and 46), language, time skips, pov switching, a scene where Joel is described having sex with another woman, unprotected piv,  guilty joel, reader going on a date with another man, mentions of alcohol, mentions of masturbation, nicknames (darling, sweetheart, baby, baby girl), semi-public sex (fingering), fingering, angst

word count: 8.5k

One month.

It’s been one month since you’ve seen Joel, since you’ve heard him declare his vows to Jenna. Ever since the wedding, the two of you never had any sort of contact.

You haven’t reached out to him. You knew that it would hurt you too much, knowing that you couldn’t have him. He wasn’t yours. He was now officially, by law, Jenna’s. You at least hoped that she knew how lucky she was.

And Joel hasn’t contacted you either. You didn’t blame him. He had a wife now that he needed to put all of his focus into, even if that did hurt you.

But not one night went by where Joel didn’t cross your mind. And tonight was no exception.

You sat in your empty living room, listening to the sound of the fireplace crack with a glass of red wine in your hand. It was your well needed second glass of the night. 

It’s been exactly one month since you needed to give Joel up, and you didn’t think that it would be as hard as it’s been. It pained you even more to think about how they were probably celebrating their one month anniversary as newly weds with their own glasses of wine, snuggling up in bed, ending the night in pleasure…

You squeezed your eyes shut and took a large swig from your wine glass at the thought. You couldn’t be thinking like that. You shouldn’t be. He’s been out of your life for a while now. It shouldn’t matter what he was doing on his own anniversary. You two now had your own separate lives.

But you wished it was that easy to forget. It was near damn impossible. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pulled your phone out of your pocket. The only notifications you had were a text message from your mother and another from your friend. Nothing from Joel, as usual.

You weren’t sure why you checked anymore. There was always that little spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he would miraculously give you a call or send out a text. But ten times out of ten, that wasn’t the case. It was pointless checking, but there was a part of you that couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to give up hope, even though you probably should have a long time ago.

With a sigh, you took the final sip of your wine and set down the empty glass, your eyes still glued to your phone.

Hesitantly, you pulled up your contacts and scrolled until you found Joel’s. There was no rule that he had to be the first one to contact you. You were always allowed to contact him first. The only thing stopping you was knowing that he had a wife at home.

Maybe Joel would surprise you and answer the call after the first or second ring. But, it was more likely that he would let the phone ring and have it go to voicemail. 

Your thumb hovered over the call button, staring at his contact while debating with yourself in your mind. There were many reasons why you shouldn’t press that button, and there weren’t many reasons why you should. Every one of those reasons why you should have been selfish was just because of how much you missed Joel.

You hated that you missed every damn thing about him. His broad southern accent, his mesmerizing brown eyes, his warm flannels, the way he would hold you, kiss you, the overall way he made you feel warm and tingly inside. He made you feel like a lovestruck teenager.

You want to call him up more than anything. But as you debated with yourself over and over again, you hesitantly made the decision to put the phone down. Even if he did answer, he wasn’t going to tell you what you wanted to hear; that he got divorced after just one month of marriage and wanted you to move in with him instead. At the end of the day, calling him would just bring you more hurt and sorrow.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat up on the couch and put out the fire, heading to bed.

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“Fuck, Joel, honey.” Jenna moaned out loudly and squeezed her eyes shut, holding onto her husband's bare shoulders tightly.

Joel hummed quietly when he heard her, thrusting in and out of her, repeating the same mundane actions. In, out, in, out. He wasn’t making love or having sex. He was just going through the motions.

Two months. Two months since he’s last seen you. And not a damn day goes by where you’re not stuck on his mind. Not one night where he doesn’t wish he was snuggling up to you, falling asleep instead of Jenna. Two long fucking months.

He’s wanted to call you. He really has. But every time he dares to pick up the phone, he chickens out and turns it off. 

You were probably happy, better off without him and his mess.

“Are you alright?” Jenna panted, pulling away slightly to look at Joel, staring into his eyes with concern.

Joel cleared his throat and forced a somewhat believable smile before nodding, still continuing the same repetitive movements. In, out, in, out.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course I am.” He attempted to convince her. He was having a hard time concentrating on her when all he could think about was how much he missed you and how badly he wished it was you lying beneath him instead. But, of course, he could never admit that to her.

Jenna gave him a smile and caressed his stubbly cheek, letting out quick and quiet moans as he fucked her. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she let the pleasure take over her. Her orgasm rushed over her, her hips jerking as she held onto him like there was no tomorrow, moaning his name over and over again.

Joel didn’t react. He couldn’t. He continued thrusting his hips, holding onto her tightly. No matter what pace or what position he was fucking her in, it felt the exact same. Bland, boring, repetitive. His head wasn’t in the right place. That’s what his problem was.

How could he have sex with another woman when all he could think about was you?

He quickened his thrusts inside of her, the sound of their skin slapping echoing through the room. But no matter what, he couldn’t chase his own release. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to focus. He didn’t want to make Jenna feel insecure. He loved her. He really did. But he couldn’t get himself to finish, no matter how hard he tried.

He just wished that it was you instead of her. He longed to be inside of you, fucking you, hearing you moaning his name loudly. 

Fuck… how he missed the sound of his name on your beautiful lips.

Joel closed his eyes as he continued fucking his wife. He caressed her hips, pretending they were yours. He squeezed her breasts, pretending that they were yours. He fucked her pussy, harder and harder, pretending that it was you he was inside of.

Joel moaned quietly, picturing you as the one who was lying underneath him, pounding into you. His cock immediately felt warm, and his tip throbbed. 

You always felt so damn good…

“Fuck..” Joel moaned quietly as he fucked her. He was imagining the way you would be panting, moaning his name, and begging for more. He could almost feel the way you would scratch his back or pull at his hair.

He could see your big eyes staring up at him, the innocence and lust mixed into their beautiful hue. 

That was when he lost it. 

Joel came harder than he had in months. He moaned out loudly, pretending that it was your pretty little pussy that he was filling up. His legs jerked, and he held onto Jenna’s hips tightly. He wouldn’t doubt that he would have accidentally left bruises there in the morning.

Jenna didn’t say anything, just breathing out endless moans of his name, moans that he could pretend belonged to you.

“Goddamn, I love you so much.” Joel groaned in his thick southern accent as he came down from his intense orgasm, his cock still throbbing inside her. The words he spoke belonged to you.

But when he opened his eyes, you disappeared. Your form was replaced by Jenna, who was looking up at him with such love and lust.

Joel swallowed hard, the guilt immediately starting to eat at him. He cleared his throat and gave her a quick kiss before pulling out of her and laying down beside her. Without mumbling a word, Jenna moved in closer to him and cuddled up close, their usual after sex.

But Joel didn’t move another muscle. He couldn’t. The post-nut clarity hit him hard. He didn’t know what he was more upset about. The fact that he had to think about you in order to finish when he was with Jenna. Or that you weren’t the one wrapped up in his arms.

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Three months. The world kept spinning, and time continued to go on. Life was slowly starting to get easier without Joel. There would still be nights, many nights, where you would think of him before going to bed or when you woke up. He was on your mind more than you would like to admit. However, as the days passed, it became easier.

You knew you needed to move on. That would make it even easier to get over Joel. And so, you had one of your friends convince you to sign up for a new dating site. You spent countless days scrolling and scrolling through different men's profiles. For the longest time, you weren’t finding anyone. You were being picky. After being with someone like Joel, you weren’t surprised that it was so difficult to find someone new.

But getting involved with someone new was precisely what you needed to stop thinking about Joel completely.

It took nearly two weeks for you to find someone that you were willing to go on a date with and was willing to go on a date with you. His name was Matthew, and he invited you out to drinks at a local bar. It wasn’t fancy, but something very casual. That’s what you prefer. It puts a lot less pressure on you.

He looked the exact opposite of Joel. He had short blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and a wide smile. He was still handsome, but not the kind of man that you expected yourself to go on a date with. But maybe someone who was the complete opposite of Joel was just what you needed. It was the ultimate distraction.

However, when you finally got around to meeting him, you regretted it instantly.

You were sipping on your first cocktail of the night at the bar when a tall man walked up behind you with a smile, leaning over before sitting down next to you. You looked over when you heard him mumble your name, asking if you were the right person he was looking for.

Looking over at him with a small smile, you nodded, setting your drink down on the bartop, “Yeah, you must be Matthew. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Matthew smiled charmingly and took hold of your hand, placing a soft kiss down on it.

You blushed. He knew how to be a gentleman. It gave you hope that this date wouldn’t be too bad, something you had been worried about ever since you downloaded that stupid dating app on your phone.

“It’s a nice little place here, huh?” He smiled before catching the attention of the bartender, “I’ll take a corona with lime, please. Thank you so much.” 

You couldn’t help but think about how Joel would have ordered a whiskey or brandy, on the rocks. You chuckled quietly to yourself, thinking about how Joel would have never ordered a corona with lime if he had been here at the bar with you instead.

“What’s so funny?” Matthew laughed a little and furrowed his eyebrows, thanking the bartender when she arrived with his drink.

You shook your head and sighed softly, taking a sip of your cocktail, “Oh, nothing. Just excited for our date.”

“Me too.” Matthew smiled and winked over at you before taking a sip of his corona.

At the same time, you also took yet another sip of your own drink. You originally wanted to go on this date so you could forget about Joel. It wasn’t fair for either of you to think about Joel just because of some drink that he ordered. It was stupid. He was a lot different, that’s why you were going out with him.

You weren't on a date with Joel. You were on a date with Matthew. Joel was married to Jenna, and that was something that you needed to accept. It was time for you to move on for good. That was that. But everything kept going back to Joel.

The date lasted for no more than 20 minutes. You didn’t even get to order any appetizers or get to the entree part of dinner before you had to ask for the check. You just couldn’t do it anymore.

You couldn’t fake the smile or force a laugh at the cheesy and unfunny jokes Matthew would try to crack. Any time he would try to do anything, whether that be making small talk or placing a hand on your thigh, you couldn’t help but think about how Joel would do it differently. You couldn’t brush off the thought of how much better this date would be if it was Joel sitting across from you instead.

“Is everything alright?” Matthew frowned in concern when you pulled your phone out of your purse.

You pretended to type something out on your phone while shaking your head, “No,” you mumbled and set your phone face down on the bar before standing up, grabbing your coat, “My friend just texted me. Her boyfriend just dumped her and left her alone with no ride at some sketchy bar. I have to go bring her home, I’m sorry.” The lie came naturally. It was an excuse you’ve used once or twice before to get out of a shitty situation.

Matthew frowned before nodding in understanding. God, you felt bad. But you shouldn’t have to feel so bad ditching on a date who spent the majority of the time talking about himself. He was a nice enough man, but he wasn’t Joel.

Turns out maybe you weren’t as ready as you thought you were. Joel was still at the forefront of your mind.

“Shit, you’re a good friend helping her out. Must have been a crummy boyfriend.” He shook his head, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

You nodded and slid your phone back into your purse, your quick movements indicating that you were in a rush, “I’m sorry for cutting our date short. I’ll call you.” You gave him a quick peck on his smooth cheek, so much different from Joel’s scruff, before you walked away from the table.

You heard Matthew saying his goodbye as you rushed out of the restaurant, not looking back.

He never heard from you again.

┉┉┉

Four months. Four long fucking months.

Every day was getting harder for Joel. Every day, he missed you more and more. He can’t work, he can’t eat, he can’t sleep. You were on his mind 24/7, no matter how hard he tried. He’s tried to focus on Jenna, work overtime, pick up his guitar, but nothing was distracting enough to take his mind off of you.

He was good at masking. Jenna didn’t notice. And if she ever saw the mask crack, he would quickly come up with a believable excuse that left her quiet and satisfied.

Joel was currently sitting home alone with a glass of whiskey in his hand. It was seven in the evening, and Jenna was working a rare night shift. He was alone, something that he was used to. Even though he had a wife by his side, he was nothing but alone without you in his life.

Every night, he thought of you. Every time he touched himself, he would jerk off to thoughts of you. Every time he fucked Jenna, he would picture you and hear your moans calling out his name instead.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Joel took a quick swig of his whiskey and slammed it down on the coffee table in front of him before pulling out his phone. This was the first time that he pulled up your contact in months. He stared at your name, the name that haunted him for all this time.

His leg was shaking nervously while he took a deep breath, hitting the call button before putting the phone up to his ear. There was no going back now. He had already dived in too deep.

You were at home, cuddled up on the couch with mountains of blankets and pillows surrounding you. This was how you spent most of your Friday nights now. You gave up on dating after your so-called date with Matthew. It felt pointless. You would compare every man to Joel, and no man could ever come close to him.

Your phone started to buzz in your lap as you were watching your second movie of the night. You sighed quietly and put the movie on pause before picking up your phone to see who was interrupting your Friday movie night.

Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach when you saw Joel’s name lit up on your phone. You immediately sat up, rubbing your eyes to convince yourself that you weren’t seeing things. There have been times after the wedding when your phone would ring, and you had hoped that Joel was on the other line, but that was never the case. This was the first time that he actually called you. It was hard to believe.

You answered the phone right before the ringing stopped and took a deep breath, “Hello?” your voice was a soft and nervous whisper.

“You answered.” It sounded like Joel was letting out a sigh of relief when he heard your voice. It made your heart flutter.

You laughed softly at his response, “If you call me, I’m always going to answer.” You responded truthfully.

“Good,” You could hear his smile through the phone, “How have you been? It’s been a while.”

“I’ve been good,” You lied through your teeth, “How ‘bout you?”

“Good.” He murmured.

There was a moment of silence, a long pause. The small talk was killing him. He was never this awkward or nervous with you before. That’s one of the reasons why he liked you so much. He was allowed to be himself, and he could feel like he could talk to you about anything and everything.

But this time, he was so scared of fucking this up with you again. He had been miserable for four months straight, and he didn’t want to go another four without you in his life.

“I miss you.” Joel blurted out, interrupting the silence.

You widened your eyes slightly, not expecting that he would be the one to admit it. You’ve spent all this time missing him. You didn’t think he would feel the same way. He had Jenna now. Why would he miss you?

You licked your lips and hesitated before answering, staring down at your lap, “I miss you too, Joel. I miss you a lot, actually.”

“I need to see you,” Joel said almost too quickly, “ I can’t wait anymore, darlin’. I can’t go another damn night without seein’ ya.”

The questions immediately flooded your mind. What about Jenna? Weren’t they still married? Does she know? You wanted to ask all of these questions. But you also didn’t want to waste any more time. You didn’t want to go another night without seeing him, either. You weren’t going to let go of this opportunity to see Joel again. You would be an idiot to do so.

The silence on the other side of the line was making Joel nervous. Had he said the wrong thing? Did you not feel the same way he did? What if you had a boyfriend who was madly in love with you? The thought made him sick to his stomach. But who was he to say? He was a married man, for crying out loud.

“I’m free for the rest of the night if you want to meet up somewhere and…talk.” Joel let out a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding when you responded. It was just exactly what he wanted to hear from you. He wished he had called sooner if he had known you would have agreed to meet up with him. But this was the first night that he actually had the courage to call.

And there was a lot that you two needed to talk about and discuss. There were so many things that were left unclear or unsaid, and those strings finally needed to be tied.

“How ‘bout the Rambling Man bar? It’s just outside of town. Good drinks and food if you’re hungry, it’ll be on me.” Joel offered, tapping his foot in anticipation of your answer.

“That works. See you in about half hour?” You suggested, standing up from the couch.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.”

“See you soon.” You whispered your goodbyes before hanging up the phone, immediately letting out a deep sigh as you put your phone into your back pocket.

You couldn’t believe that Joel had actually called you. You assumed that he was happy in his marriage after he vowed himself to Jenna. He told her that he would love and cherish her for the rest of his life right in front of you. He gave himself to her. He willingly made that commitment. Why wouldn’t he be happy if that was the choice he made? There was a lot that you needed to talk to him about. You didn’t even know where to begin.

But at least you had the twenty minute car ride out of town to prepare yourself.

The moment he hung up the phone, Joel grabbed his coat and slung it on. Meeting up with you again was the most important thing to him at that moment. Knowing that he would be able to see your beautiful face in just under an hour made his heart soar. He fumbled, putting his wallet into his jeans before grabbing his keys, not wasting any time as he walked outside and to his car.

He felt bad for having you take the drive out of town, but it was his only option, considering that people may recognize him if he met up with you somewhere nearby. If someone were to see him meeting up with you alone, word would quickly spread back to Jenna. That’s the last thing he wanted to deal with, especially since he didn’t truly understand his own feelings.

Joel got there before you did. He saved a seat for the both of you and sipped on the glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were glued on the front door, hoping that every time it opened, it was you walking inside. And eventually, it was.

His heart sprung in his chest when he saw you walk in. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool and not feel like an excited teenage boy with a crush. You looked just as beautiful as you did four months ago. The way you carried yourself, the way your smile lit up when your eyes met his. He remembered why he allowed himself to fall in love with you.

“It’s good to see you, Joel.” You smiled politely at him and pulled your chair out to take a seat across from him like you were arriving at a job interview.

Joel chuckled quietly and shook his head, looking at you over his glass of whiskey while taking a sip, “It’s just me, sweetheart. We ain’t strangers.”

The way he laughed took away a lot of your nerves, “Sorry, I’m just… incredibly nervous.” You admitted.

“You an’ me both. M’surprised you even showed up.” Joel admitted, pushing a cocktail over to you, “Ordered it for ya while I was waitin’.”

“And I’m surprised that you’re surprised,” You smiled and took a sip of the cocktail, your favorite, “Thank you.” You mumbled, motioning over to the drink.

“‘Course. I should be the one thanking you for meeting up with me tonight. I know it’s late and you probably have work to do, but I really ‘preciate it.” The sincerity was clear in his eyes.

“Well, you’re kinda notorious for showing up late at night for me.” You pointed out with a laugh.

Joel let out a quick chuckle before shaking his head, “It ain’t like that I swear. You’re not just some late night ‘hook up’ call or whatever they call it nowadays.” The words churned his stomach, “You’re not that at all.” His words were quick and scrambled.

“I know, Joel. And that’s why I showed up, so we can talk about that. About everything.” It made you nervous, but this was something that needed to be done. The two of you couldn’t go on like this anymore. You couldn’t go on longing for one another every single night. But you also couldn’t keep going behind Jenna’s back just so you could be selfish and not hurt her at the same time. She was a genuinely lovely woman. It wasn’t fair.

Joel took a deep breath and another quick swig of his whiskey, trying to build the confidence to begin this dreaded conversation. He had already called you up, and you were now sitting in front of him with a black tank top and jeans that showed off your body so well that it could distract him from the real reason why the two of you had met up. He couldn’t stop now. He was already too deep in.

“Right, we’re here to talk, aren’t we?” Joel cleared his throat and swirled the remaining whiskey in the glass with his hand, watching the bronze liquid dance in circles, “I ain’t even sure where to begin. It’s been too long. There’s so much to say.” He chuckled nervously, licking his dry lips.

You nodded in understanding before making the bold move of resting your hand on top of his that wasn’t holding his whiskey glass. Joel immediately tore his eyes away from the glass and over at you when he felt your soft skin caress his hand. Oh, how much he missed your touch. It was something he had craved for so long, and it still didn’t feel real that you were here in front of him. 

But, you weren’t back for him. He knew that. The two of you were just here to talk, that’s all. He couldn’t get ahead of himself and anticipate anything more from you, no matter how much he had been longing for your touch.

“How’s Jenna doing? How’s married life treating you?” You questioned, deciding to start off the conversation for him. You kept your hand on top of his, gently caressing his skin with your thumb. The gentle touch helped relax him as you noticed the look in his dark brown eyes soften.

“Jenna? She’s good. Been keeping herself busy,” Joel shrugged but hesitated before answering the second part of your question; how his married life was going. It would be pointless for him to lie to you, for the whole reason he was here was to be open and honest and to get everything off his chest.

He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand gently. He didn’t want to bombard you with his personal life, but with the way you were staring at him with such love and care in your eyes, he knew you were a safe space. You stayed silent while he pondered on his answer, giving him all the time that he needed.

“It’s been rocky,” Joel answered truthfully, “Well, f’me it has been at least. Jenna thinks it’s going great. She still cuddles with me at night, makes me the most wonderful dinners, tells me how much she loves me…” His voice cracked slightly as he went on. You never let go of his hand.

You felt the jealousy in the pit of your stomach grow as he went on about how wonderful of a wife Jenna was. It wasn’t right for you to feel this way, to feel so jealous of Jenna. Joel wasn’t yours. He was never yours.

“She sounds great.” You muttered bitterly, having difficulty trying to hide the jealousy in your voice.

“She is,” Joel agreed, “And that’s what makes this so damn hard. She’s really trying to be the perfect wife, and she doesn’t think anything’s wrong. But every time she does anything, all I can think about is you in her place. I can’t help it, darlin’. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since my damn wedding day. I know you told me that you wanted me to be happy, but I don’t think I’m happy anymore. I don’t know if I can keep doing this with Jenna anymore.”

“Joel…”

Joel shook his head and let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair, “I know. I know it’s wrong. I don’t need a damn lecture. I’ve already been cursing myself every fuckin’ day.”

“Joel.” You repeated, a bit louder this time.

He looked up from his lap over to you, finally shutting up, “Sorry.” He mumbled, interlacing your fingers with his.

You bit your lower lip as you thought to yourself before taking a deep breath, “I’ve been feeling the same way about you. I can’t remember the last night where you didn’t cross my mind.”

The moment those words left your lips, Joel saw a glimpse of hope. That was until he was brutally reminded by you about the situation he was in. He couldn’t let himself get too hopeful, not yet.

“But you’re married, Joel. I helped you both plan that wedding, for fuck’s sake,” You ran a hand through your hair, trying not to let tears form in your burning eyes.

“But I don't want to be married. I can’t do it anymore. I’m not happy with Jenna. The only time I’ve ever felt truly loved was when I was with you.” The pain was evident in his cracking voice.

“You made those vows to her. You were conscious when you made that decision.” You tried to explain to him.

“And I don’t like that I made the wrong decision.” Joel protested, his gaze intense as he stared into your eyes, “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you. And I can’t keep draggin’ Jenna along like this when I can’t love her as much as I love you. It ain’t right.”

You loved the words that he was saying to you. You couldn’t help it, for this was what you had been longing to hear from him for so long.

“I’ve missed you so much, Joel.” That was all you could think of to say. You didn’t want to push him away, not when this was what you had needed for months.

“Then stay and have a couple of drinks with me? Please.” Joel squeezed your hand, the gentle touch sending butterflies to your belly. You didn’t want to let go of his hand. You didn’t want to let go of him.

“Alright.”

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You lost track of time. One drink turned into two, to three, to one more and a glass of water can’t hurt. Joel kept getting his glass of whiskey refilled as well, getting lost in conversation with you as the night went on. Neither of you were worried about getting home any time soon.

“God, what time is it?” You yawned, sipping on what should be the last drink of the night. The hangover you were going to have the next morning was expected, but it was worth it if it meant you got to spend the night catching up with Joel.

Joel looked down at the watch on his wrist before letting out an exaggerated sigh, “Bit past midnight.”

“Damn,” You laughed and shook your head, “You really make the time fly by, don’t you?” You smiled at him over your glass, his eyes sparkling in the dim bar light.

Joel chuckled along with you as he took the last swig of liquor in his glass, “I don’t think I’ve stayed up this late since I was a young boy. Ain’t even tired either.” He smiled, setting the now empty glass down in front of him.

“Neither am I, I’m wide awake.” You grinned, finding yourself reaching your arm out on the table to hold onto his hand. You were a bit tired, to be completely honest, but you didn’t want the night to come to an end.

“Well, who says the night has to end here?” Joel whispered, giving your hand an intimate squeeze.

You were a bit taken aback, your eyebrows furrowing slightly with a tilt of your head, “What about Jenna? I’m sure she’s already wondering where you are.”

Joel brushed it off with a shake of his hand, “She’s working late and won’t be back until early mornin’. She won’t even know that I’m here.”

You hated the excitement that rushed over you when he told you that you could potentially spend the rest of the night with him. But, as much as you wanted to agree, you couldn’t.

“I can’t. I have work early in the morning with a new client, wants to go over some ideas they have.” You muttered, fiddling with your empty cocktail glass.

“Hm, shame.” Joel couldn’t hide the slight disappointment he felt in his voice, “At least let me walk you out to your car?” He smiled, standing up and pushing his chair back under the table.

You nodded, taking up his offer before standing up. The alcohol rushed straight to your head the moment you stood up, and you took a second to recollect yourself from the sudden light-headness. The hangover wasn’t going to be kind to you in the morning.

Joel chuckled quietly as he watched you and shook his head, grabbing onto your hand gently, “Maybe we should take a cab home.”

You nodded and rubbed your eyes tiredly, “That’s probably the best idea.” You mumbled, “I still have my jacket in my car, though.” You whined slightly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Joel couldn’t wipe away his smile as he wrapped his arm around you, leading you out of the bar. He was a bit more than tipsy himself, but he felt so euphoric and free being here with you. It didn’t matter that he would feel like shit the next morning or that Jenna would give him a mouthful for reeking of alcohol. None of that mattered. Nothing else mattered when he was with you.

A few steps outside, you were already met at your car. You gave him a thankful smile and reached in the backseat to grab your coat, looking over at him to find him holding his phone and getting you a cab.

“Thank you.” You whispered, leaning back against your car while keeping your eyes over on him.

“For what?”

“For everything. For bringing me out to my car, for tonight. Thank you.” Your voice was soft and gentle, your eyes never leaving his.

Joel didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. He said everything he needed to with his eyes. They stared at you with such a softness that only Joel ever could bring. His eyes were filled with gratitude, love, and reassurance. He didn’t need to say a word.

His hands slowly moved down to your waist, his large fingers spreading out on your hips. Joel’s eyes never left yours. The only time they did, they were glancing down at your lips before immediately returning to your eyes once again.

You immediately took notice when he looked down at your lips, for you did the same to him. Oh, how you missed those lips. You missed his lips on your lips, your cheek, your neck, your pussy…

Your eyes caught a glimpse of his lips once more, now suddenly more conscious of your breathing, or lack thereof.

Joel’s thumb rubbed your hips slowly, the roughness of his hands bringing you in closer to him. It was involuntary, but you could feel his hardened cock through his jeans. With the mixture of the alcohol and his longing for you, it wasn’t a surprise to either of you.

“Your cab should be here in about fifteen minutes,” Joel whispered hoarsely, breaking the deafening silence. His eyes never stopped glimpsing down at your lips, wanting nothing more than to claim them with his own.

You sucked your lips in and nodded slowly, shamelessly staring at his mouth, “Thanks.” You mumbled, your mind completely elsewhere, just like his own.

Joel’s hand moved to your upper hip, never wanting to let go of you. He didn’t want you to leave, not again. And neither did you. There was nothing you wanted more than to feel him, for him to take you in whichever way he wanted to. 

He moved in closer to you, his forehead now pressed up against yours. His nose nuzzled against yours, your lips parting at the gentle gesture. Your eyes suddenly felt heavier than before.

Both of you were thinking the same thing, but you didn’t know who was brave enough to make the first move.

Not a single word was spoken before Joel’s lips crashed onto yours. You didn’t hesitate to respond, your lips dancing with his.

Soft moans escaped your lips as you kissed him deeply and passionately. These were the lips you had dreamed of nearly every night, and you couldn’t believe that any of this was even real.

Neither of you seemed to care about anything but each other anymore. You didn’t care that he was married, that you had to work early in the morning, or that you were still in public. All you cared about was your lips on his.

Joel squeezed your hips gently, pushing his tongue against your lips to meet with his. Your tongue tangled up with his, longing for more.

A guttural groan left his throat as he kissed you with need, pulling your hips in closer as a desperate attempt to feel more of you.

“God, you have no idea how much I need you.” Joel pulled away slightly to mumble against your lips. Just his words alone made you warm to the core, feeling your panties getting wetter and wetter. He was the only man who ever had such an effect on you.

You were too out of breath from the kiss to respond other than a quick head nod. He already knew what you needed. He knew your body like the palm of his hand.

Before going any further, Joel leaned away from you, looking around to see other people walking in and out of the bar, heading to their cars, and walking on the side of the road. There were too many people around, too many for what he was planning on doing with you.

“Follow me.” He mumbled, grabbing onto your hand, and looked around once more before leading you to the back of the building, where no one was, and no one could see.

You chuckled quietly to yourself as you rushed over there with him, feeling like two sneaky teenagers.

Joel stopped and pressed you back against the cold brick wall gently, his hands roaming up and down your waist, desperate to touch as much of you as he could.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss your jaw down to your neck.

“I need you, Joel,” you begged, moving your hands down to his belt, “I need you so damn bad.”

Much to your surprise, Joel gently grabbed onto your hands and pushed them away from his belt. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked up at him in confusion.

“No, I want to focus on you. Just you. I want to make you cum.” Joel whispered quietly in your ear and pushed your pants down quickly to your ankles. He swiftly moved your panties off to the side and groaned quietly while brushing his fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you were for him.

“Fuck Joel…” You moaned out his name in pleasure, leaning your head back against the brick wall. You missed him so damn much. You missed the feeling of his rough fingers on your pussy.

Joel hummed in satisfaction, hearing those pretty little noises coming out of your mouth.

He gently dipped one thick finger easily into your pussy, your pre cum giving him easy access. Just the feeling of his finger inside of you made him want to go absolutely feral. You were so warm, so tight, so wet, and it was all just for him.

The way his strong body pressed against you and the way his warm breath was beating down on your neck, you needed him more than ever. He inserted another finger into you, earning a gasp followed by a moan.

“So damn gorgeous,” Joel mumbled into your ear, biting the sensitive skin of your earlobe.

You wrapped your arms around him, taking fistfuls of his flannel to keep him close to you.

You craved for his cock to be inside of you, but you didn’t want him to stop, either. This man was a wizard with his fingers. The way he would rub your sensitive clit with his thumb while his index and middle fingers curled up inside of you was complete euphoria.

His finger slowly circled your clit, moving in closer to press gentle kisses down your jaw, “I’ve thought about you every damn night… I can’t help myself that every time I close my eyes, all I can see is that pretty face of yours.” he whispered.

“Joel…” you whined out, bucking your hips into his hand as he slowly moved his fingers in and out, in and out.

All while his fingers were pumping in and out of you, his thumb massaged your sensitive clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through your body every time he brushed past it.

“Mmm, I know baby, I know,” He cooed, “ I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, don’t you worry.” He whispered reassuringly in your ear, never slowing with his fingers.

The warmth in the pit of your stomach grew stronger and stronger each time he curled the tips of his fingers inside of you. You beat your eyelashes, your eyes falling shut. You were already so close, knowing that he was the one who was making you feel this way.

“It should’ve been you that day, sweetheart,” Joel leaned in to whisper in your ear, cupping your pussy with his hand while continuing to tease your clit, “Shoulda been you wearing that wedding dress, walking down the aisle t’me and lookin’ all pretty.” He continued to whisper.

You felt yourself clench around his fingers at his words, a louder moan leaving your lips. Never before did you think he felt the same exact way you did, especially after all this time. Just knowing that he would picture you wearing that white dress and saying those vows to you made your heart dance. Your pussy throbbed as he touched you with expertise, strings of moans leaving your lips. 

At this point, you couldn’t care less if anyone walking by the back of the building could hear you. Joel Miller was finally touching you in the way you craved after months of being so deprived. If anyone heard, so be it. You didn’t want to hold yourself back.

“You should be the one I come home to every night. The one I get to fuck whenever I want.” Joel whispered in your ear before kissing it, the motions with his fingers getting more and more intense.

Those were the words that made you crack.

You were the one he should be coming home to every night.

“Fuck!” You moaned out loudly and tightly squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto him tighter than before.

Your orgasm hit you hard. Your pussy pulsed as you let yourself go in his hand, his fingers never stopping. You bucked yourself into his hand over and over again, riding out your orgasm. Your legs trembled, moaning out his name repeatedly. You couldn’t remember the last time you hit a climax so hard.

Joel gently rubbed your wet folds, using his other arm to wrap around your back, holding you up.

“That’s it, baby girl. I gotcha.” He whispered, slowly removing his fingers from your cunt as he held you up straight. Your legs were still wobbly after coming down from your orgasm.

Your breathing was heavy, and your eyes were still closed as you slowly came back down to reality, Joel holding onto you all the while. He was as hard as a rock in his jeans, and his cock was throbbing with need. But seeing you like this in his arms was all the satisfaction he needed.

You stayed in Joel’s arms for a moment, taking a minute to recover and catch your breath. No man was ever able to make you come as hard as Joel. No one was ever able to touch you just like he did. You had missed it terribly. But your mind slowly grew clearer, and you were back into reality.

You were with a married man outside the back of a bar, letting him touch you and whisper sweet nothings to you. This situation was a lot more complicated than either of you wanted to admit. As much as you would love to continue having this kind of relationship with Joel, it wasn’t realistic. Not as long as he was still married to Jenna.

Joel held you close in his arms, and you knew that you had to be the one to start the conversation, no matter how much you didn’t want to. You wished that you could continue putting it off and pretend that your real lives didn’t exist. That it was just the two of you living happily in your own little world with no outside worries or cares. But that could never be. If you didn’t end things with him once and for all at this very moment, you weren’t sure if you ever could.

You took a deep breath and hesitated, trying to rip the band-aid off, “Joel, we really can’t be-”

“No,” Joel was quick to interrupt you, “Don’t say that.” He pulled away to look at you with pleading eyes, his arms still wrapped around your back. He didn’t want to let go of you. He wasn’t ready, not yet.

You opened your mouth to speak once more, but yet again, Joel stopped you, “I don’t want this to be over. I have spent every night since I met you thinking about you. There have been nights that I haven’t slept because all I can think about is you. Don’t you understand? I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anything else in my life.”

Tears burned his eyes. The alcohol mixed in with his system really didn’t help with his emotions. But he didn’t care if you saw him crying. He felt safe around you. He was comfortable whenever he was with you. He was in love with you.

You swallowed back your tears, your body tensing up. You knew this was going to be hard, but you didn’t anticipate just how hard it was going to be. This was hurting you just as much as it was hurting Joel. And it was hurting you even more, knowing that you were the one creating those tears in his eyes.

“I can’t lose you. I don’t want to imagine a lifetime without you. Four months was torture enough.” His voice cracked, full of pain.

Just staring into his pleading eyes made your heart break. You wished you could take back those words and go back to kissing him and loving him. But you couldn’t, no matter how much you longed for it.

Joel moved his hand from your lower back to hold onto your hand, giving it a desperate squeeze. He wanted to beg, to plead, for you to stay here with him. But he had to stop himself. He knew that you were right. He hated that you were right, absolutely hated it.

“We can’t keep seeing each other like this if you’re married to Jenna. It isn’t fair to any of us.” You sniffled quietly and rubbed your eyes to try and prevent the tears from falling. You hated this just as much as he did. It was difficult, but it was necessary if you wanted your relationship to go any further. Whether that was pursuing a relationship with Joel or moving on once and for all. You needed that closure, “You’re going to have to make a choice, Joel.”

Joel ran a hand through his hair and exhaled deeply, nodding slowly. This was an ongoing debate he had with himself; the decision between a stable marriage with Jenna or following his heart and being with you. He stayed silent, not sure of the right words to say.

“You have my number. Let me know whatever you decide. I’ll support you no matter what.” You reassured him, knowing that you were putting him in a difficult position. You hated doing so, but it needed to be done sooner than later.

You gave him a small, pain-filled smile before kissing his cheek gently. You let your lips linger on his cheek as if it was the last. Staring at him in silence for a moment longer, you took a deep breath before walking over to your cab and getting inside.

Joel was finally able to breathe and let the tears fall down his cheeks as he watched you disappear into the car. He knew that he was the one to put everyone in this position, and now it was his responsibility to fix it, whether that meant staying with or divorcing Jenna.

He rubbed his eyes and sniffled quietly, looking down before heading back out to his truck. All he wanted to do was to go home to an empty bed and sleep. Maybe he would have a clearer mind in the morning. But at the end of the day, he knew he needed to make a life changing decision, and soon.

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Sooo i'm just about halfway done with the third chapter of lake house and it's already looking to be a pretty long chapter. Would y'all prefer just one big chapter or should i cut it into two shorter chapters?

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WIP Wednesday!!

Hoping to get part five out later on this week! Thank you all for your support on this little series I have grown to love so much ♡♡

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“It’s good to see you, Joel.” You smiled politely at him and pulled your chair out to take a seat across from him like you were arriving at a job interview.

Joel chuckled quietly and shook his head, looking at you over his glass of whiskey while taking a sip, “It’s just me, sweetheart. We ain’t strangers.”

The way he laughed took away a lot of your nerves, “Sorry, I’m just… incredibly nervous.” You admitted.

“You an’ me both. M’surprised you even showed up.” Joel admitted, pushing a cocktail over to you, “Ordered it for ya while I was waiting.”

“And I’m surprised that you’re surprised,” You smiled and took a sip of the cocktail, your favorite, “Thank you.” You mumbled, motioning over to the drink.

“‘Course. I should be the one thanking you for meeting up with me tonight. I know it’s late and you probably have work to do, but I really ‘preciate it.” The sincerity was clear in his eyes.

“Well, you’re kinda notorious for showing up late at night for me.” You pointed out with a laugh.

Joel let out a quick chuckle before shaking his head, “It ain’t like that I swear. You’re not just some late night ‘hook up’ call or whatever they call it nowadays.” The words churned his stomach, “You’re not that at all.” His words were quick and scrambled.

“I know, Joel. And that’s why I showed up, so we can talk about that. About everything.” It made you nervous, but this was something that needed to be done. The two of you couldn’t go on like this anymore. You couldn’t go on longing for one another every single night. But you also couldn’t keep going behind Jenna’s back just so you could be selfish and not hurt her at the same time. She was a genuinely lovely woman. It wasn’t fair.

Joel took a deep breath and another quick swig of his whiskey, trying to build the confidence to begin this dreaded conversation. He had already called you up, and you were now sitting in front of him with a black tank top and jeans that showed off your body so well that it could distract him from the real reason why the two of you had met up. He couldn’t stop now. He was already too deep in.

“Right, we’re here to talk, aren’t we?” Joel cleared his throat and swirled the remaining whiskey in the glass with his hand, watching the bronze liquid dance in circles, “I ain’t even sure where to begin. It’s been too long. There’s so much to say.” He chuckled nervously, licking his dry lips.

You nodded in understanding before making the bold move of resting your hand on top of his that wasn’t holding his whiskey glass. Joel immediately tore his eyes away from the glass and over at you when he felt your soft skin caress his hand. Oh, how much he missed your touch. It was something he had craved for so long, and it still didn’t feel real that you were here in front of him. 

But, you weren’t back for him. He knew that. The two of you were just here to talk, that’s all. He couldn’t get ahead of himself and anticipate anything more from you, no matter how much he had been longing for your touch.

[tangledupinyellow]

After so much waiting and patience I have finally finished the draft for part five!!

Love is in the Air | Joel Miller X Wedding Planner F!Reader

authors note: So excited to finally get this one out! Feels like I haven't been able to post it for forever!!! I also have a new Javi one shot in the works that might be out sometime later this week ;))

summary: You’ve always loved working as a wedding planner, helping people prepare for the most romantic day of their lives. But things don’t go quite as you expect when Joel hires you.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use on y/n, no outbreak au, infidelity, age gap (24 and 46), mention of male and female masturbation, lots of nicknames (baby, doll, darling, sweetheart, baby girl), fingering, unprotected piv

word count: 6.1k

You tuck your binder into your work bag before knocking upon the door of your new client, waiting patiently for an answer. You tapped your fingers on your bag as you waited and took a deep breath, rocking the back of your heels slightly. This was always your least favorite part of the job: meeting new clients for the first time. It always felt stressful even when it didn't need to be. But it was always so 50/50 with these types of things. It could be a loving couple eager to live the rest of their lives with each other or a bridezilla who yells and screams at you if you get one tiny detail wrong. Thankfully, you learned to prepare yourself for the worst.

When you heard the footsteps approaching, you quickly fixed your posture and stood straight, wanting to make the best first impression possible.

As the door opened, you were greeted by a cheerful woman who seemed to be in her late thirties if you had to take a guess. She had long black hair and the brightest smile you've seen for quite some time. She seemed so giddy that you couldn't tell if it was a facade or not. Despite that, you enjoyed her sunny energy.

"You must be the wedding planner that Joel hired!" The woman practically beamed and opened up the front door more to allow you inside, "I'm Jenna. I've read so many great reviews about you online. Joel and I have been really looking forward to working with you."

You smile and chuckle at her enthusiasm, feeling an almost instant relief. So this seemed to be a happy couple, something you could handle just fine.

"Feel free to take off your coat. Make yourself comfortable." The smile never left her face as she pulled out a chair from her kitchen table for you.

"Oh, thank you." You returned the smile and took out your binder, setting it down on the table before you took a seat. You were surprised by how kind she was, but you weren't complaining. You weren't expecting to be so welcomed when you got hired for them.

Jenna nodded and sat across from you at the table before scooching her chair in, "I should be the one thanking you for being here. You have no idea how long Joel and I have been trying to get this wedding planning up and going. Gets stressful. You're helping us a great deal here."

You give her a nod and a kind smile to return her energy, "Oh, trust me, I know. I'm here to help ease some of that stress." You chuckle and begin pulling out some blank pages and a pen from your binder to jot down notes so you can get an idea of what they're looking for from you. After all, this was only your first time meeting the couple. You wanted to spend this next hour or so just loosely getting to know them and their expectations so you can help them make their wedding possible.

As you were getting everything ready for yourself, you noticed that there was something, or rather someone, from the table that was missing. The groom. And by the way that Jenna said both of them were excited to be working with you, you assumed he would be here as well.

"And will Joel be joining us?" You asked her formally, clicking your pen open.

Jenna let out a soft sigh at your question. She glanced over at the kitchen clock above the stove before looking back at you, "He should be. He was just getting out of the shower before you arrived, so he should be finishing up any minute." She nodded.

You smiled, glad to hear he would also be part of this wedding planning.

Almost as if on cue, a pair of footsteps made their way down the stairs, and a man, presumably Joel, came sauntering into the kitchen. As he entered, your eyes practically glued themselves upon him. 

Just like Jenna had said, he looked like he was fresh out of the shower. He wore a pair of comfortably fitting jeans with a loose white t-shirt that looked like he had just thrown on, showing off his toned arms. His salt and pepper hair was still damp from his shower, loose pieces of hair falling over his face as if he had just ruffled a towel over it to dry it off. Your breathing hitched in your throat as you stared at him for a moment longer. So, this was Joel.. he was a lot more attractive than you were expecting when you spoke with him over the phone. 

Jenna definitely was one lucky woman…

Joel turned his attention to you and gave you a friendly smile before sitting conveniently beside you. But you knew what you were here for, so you didn't try to look too much into it if there was anything for you to look into.

"Joel? I assume?" You asked and lifted your posture with a subtle inhale, gathering your papers into one neat pile. 

He nods, "Pleasure to meet you, darlin,'" he greets with a kind southern accent, the nickname slipping off his tongue. It was so casual that you assumed he called almost everyone that, especially considering that his fiance was right across from him, and she didn't seem to bat an eye, "Glad we've gotcha help here."

You give him a smile as a response, and you catch him staring for just a second too long for you to notice. Again, you don't bother to look into it much.

Instead, you decide to get started with the two of them and discuss wedding plans. Clearing your throat, you proceed, "Let's get started here, yeah?"

You couldn't help but notice the glances Joel would steal whenever he got the chance.

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The hours fly by as you talk, mainly to Jenna, about their vision for the wedding. You were just thankful for how easily she made your job for you. She was so attentive and open to any suggestions you had, taking those in with open arms. 

On the other hand, Joel isn't as talkative as his partner. He's been quiet for most of the meeting, only speaking when spoken to. Most of the time, he seems distracted by something. Or, by someone, more like. But you noticed. His looks turned into stares, and his innocent glances turned into something more lustful. It didn't take a genius to understand what was going on in that mind of his.

Usually, with a man like Joel, you would be completely open to receiving those looks your way. Just like how you noticed those stares, you noticed how your heart would skip a beat in your chest or how you would have to cross your legs and squeeze them together whenever he would hold a stare for a second too long. Joel noticed all of this. Jenna was blissfully unaware.

Even though you were unintentionally enjoying all of this attention from Joel, you were excited to get out of here. You didn't know how much longer you could control yourself like this, pretending that you weren't getting thoroughly aroused by the sensual looks Joel was giving you. The way he would look you up and down.. You couldn't wait to get back home where you could think about him all you wanted.

But your career had to come first. Your lust had to come second. And as for morals.. You weren't quite sure where those lied.

Jenna was in the middle of a sentence when her phone alarm went off, causing the two of you to jump slightly in your seats, startled. You could hear Joel chuckle quietly with amusement, followed by a shake of his head.

The woman gave you an apologetic smile before turning her alarm off, "I am so sorry, that was my alarm. I need to start getting ready for work." She explained herself before standing up and fixing her dress that got wrinkled from sitting for a while.

You let out an involuntary sigh of relief as you follow her steps and stand up as well, like her shadow.

"That's alright," you brush off the apology, "I should be heading out anyway. I don't wanna keep you guys here long." You smile at the two of them before packing your binder into your bag and preparing to leave.

"It was absolutely great meeting you. Same time next week?" Jenna asked, her voice getting a bit louder as she started heading up the stairs to get ready.

"I'll see ya then!" You call back out to her.

She heads back up a couple more stairs before you hear her voice again, "Joel! Go be nice and walk her out to her car!" And with that, she was gone upstairs.

You quickly look back at Joel and shake your head, "You know, you really don't have to.." You told him, not wanting to bother him at all. Also, time alone with Joel didn't sound like a good idea, even if it was only for a few minutes. You were already too hot and bothered for your liking next to this man who you were just helping plan his wedding.

"Don't be silly now," Joel shook his head, "Least I can do for you helpin' us." He smiled before placing a hand on your shoulder and leading you outside. You followed.

His hand remains on your shoulder as he leads you to your car, only letting go once you reach the vehicle.

You take the moment to catch your breath, feeling as if you weren't breathing at all during that small interaction, "Thank you. I'll see you next week." You confirm with him before starting to open your car door.

Your hand was on the handle when he stopped you, a gentle grip on your arm.

"I should be the one thankin' you," He spoke quietly, his voice almost in a whisper as he stared at you with intent, his eyes burning into your own. And in that moment, you forgot how to breathe again. And for a gesture so simple from a soon-to-be-married man, you were almost ashamed of how fast your heart raced, "I appreciate all the help with the weddin'."

Your breathing was shallow as you forced yourself to look away from his eyes, glancing down at his hand that was now moving up to caress your arm. The feeling of his rough hand on your skin gave you goosebumps. You couldn't help but imagine how his hands would feel in other places..

Clearing your throat, you break yourself away from those thoughts, "Is there anything else you need from me while I'm here, Mr. Miller?" You asked. Even if you didn't want to, you had to start heading home. Every second that you spent outside alone with him, you could feel some of your self-control drift away. 

His eyes slowly glanced down to your lips, then the rest of your body, before looking back to meet your eyes, "Just wanted to give you a proper goodbye." He whispered huskily. You could hear the lust that lingered in his voice.

"I appreciate it." Your voice dropped to match his whisper.

You let his hand caress your arm gently as he stares at you longingly for a moment longer before you find the strength to open your car door, causing him to move away and step back a little.

"See you soon." You bit your lower lip and gave him one last look, knowing the effect you so clearly had on this man. You tossed your belongings into the back of your car before getting in, winking at him before closing the door.

Joel watched you intently, unable to take his eyes off you for even a second. He didn't want to. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as he watched you drive off.

"Fuck.." he mumbled to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He knew that he was going to be in trouble, but that didn't seem to stop him from making any advances. 

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As he jerked himself off later that night while lying alone in his bed, he couldn't help but think of how that pretty little mouth of yours would feel around his cock.

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For a week straight, you couldn't stop thinking about Joel. Thinking about the way his eyes lingered on you, thinking about the way his calloused hand caressed your arm. Multiple nights, you yearned for the feeling of his fingers instead of yours as you pleasured yourself in the late hours of the night.

You knew it was wrong. You knew that this wasn't even something you should be thinking about. While it didn't feel morally right knowing that Joel was already in a clearly very serious relationship with someone else, it was also very unprofessional on your part. For how wrong all of this was, you kept thinking about Joel, well aware of the consequences that were soon to follow.

But you convinced yourself that as long as these just remain thoughts and nothing is put into action, you should be fine. However, keeping these fantasies as silly little thoughts in your head was much harder than you thought.

You knocked on the door of their humble home, unfortunately just as nervous as you were the last time you were here. You were hoping that last week was just a one-time thing and that you and Joel could keep things civil. But you already knew that wouldn't be true. Especially when you had spent the last week thinking about him and would touch yourself nearly every other night, thinking of how well you could take him. 

A faint blush crept onto your cheeks as the thoughts lingered on in your mind before you heard the door open. Your eyes widened slightly, and you quickly looked back at the door, remembering why you were there. Work. You regained yourself before looking to see that it was Joel this time who had opened the door, not Jenna. And you hated that he looked just as good as last time with his loosely buttoned burnt orange flannel.

"Oh, Joel-" You began in surprise, but you heard his voice before you got another word in.

"A lil'bit early today, huh?" He chuckled while holding the door open, his hand gripping loosely onto the top of the door while leaning against his weight.

Your eyes remained on him, taking in his posture and the way he was standing before nodding, trying not to get too distracted so you could keep the conversation going casually.

"Um, yeah," You nod, your eyes immediately dropping to the floor so you wouldn't be staring at him like you originally wanted to, "I thought that with Jenna having to leave early last time, coming in a bit earlier may help." You explained, the mention of his fiance's name serving as a reminder that he was, in fact, getting married, and he wasn't a man that you should be swooning over.

Joel chuckled quietly and shook his head, his eyes boring into you, making breathing seem very hard to do once you met your gaze back up to his, "Actually, Jenna's off today. She's out cold in the livin' room takin' a nap." He explained.

You let out a sigh and nod, almost embarrassed for showing up to their place so early, "Oh shit, I mean, I'm sorry," You correct yourself quickly, trying to remember that you were here for business purposes, "I can always come back later."

Joel let out a little 'psh' with a wave of his hand, "Don't worry 'bout it. She should be wakin' up soon anyway. Why don't ya come in, and I can get you something nice to drink." He offered with a grin, all while keeping his eyes on you.

You stared at him silently for a moment, trying to decide whether or not you should take up on his offer. By the way he was staring at you with those lust-filled and curious eyes, the same look he had given you the week before, you knew that he had much more in mind than just an innocent drink.

You slowly begin to shake your head, but he speaks again before you can say anything.

"Come on now, don't be shy." He chuckled and walked away from the doorway, leaving the door wide open for you to enter.

You watched him walk away and take a deep breath, feeling like your feet were glued down on the porch step. Spending even more time alone with Joel wasn't good for you. You couldn't describe the feelings you felt towards him, but whatever it was, it was there, and they weren't going away any time soon, even after reminding yourself of the fact that he was a groom to be in just a few months time.

"Comin' doll?" He peeked his head back into the doorway for you to be able to see him, his voice a bit louder so you could hear him, but still quiet enough to not wake a sleeping Jenna.

Hesitantly, you swallowed your worries and stepped into their house, closing the door behind you before meeting Joel in the kitchen.

"Are you sure that it's okay? Me being here so early? I don't want to intrude on your time at all. I can always come back when Jenna's awake." You reminded him that you didn't mind leaving and coming back earlier.

Joel leaned his back against the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched you. That same grin remained on his face. 

"I don't mind ya being here early at all. Actually, I'd even say I'd prefer it." He shrugged, his eyes dropping down to take a good look at you. You would be lying if you said that didn't make your heart skip a beat.

"Prefer it?" Your voice was a hoarse whisper, a pathetic attempt to hide how nervous you were in front of him.

Joel gave a nod with slightly furrowed eyebrows, "Jenna likes to do all of the talkin' when it comes to things like this. Gives me and you some time of our own to talk, you bein' early like this."

You sucked in your lower lip with your teeth and gave him a nod, trying to process and understand his words. At the same time, you were clueless about where he was getting at, but, you also knew all too well. Maybe you didn't want to admit to yourself what you truly thought.

Joel kept his eyes on you as he approached you slowly, a hand resting upon your hip, making you shudder. Your breathing hitched as you looked down at his hand and back up at him, still at a loss for words. You kept opening your mouth to say something, but nothing, not even a peep, would dare come out.

His strong fingers caressed your hip with a gentle, almost featherlike touch. You felt your breathing slow as he looped two of his fingers underneath the hem of your denim shorts, pulling you closer to him with one swift movement. You gasp quietly as you feel his fingers brushing against your bare skin. Now you knew for sure what his intentions were with you. 

"Joel.." You began before he cut you off, his fingers still loosely holding onto your shorts to keep you close. 

Joel stared at you with a tinge of nervousness in his eyes. You could see that. But the nerves weren't enough to get him to stop, "You want this just as much as I do, don't you.." he asked, although it sounded much more like a statement than an actual question, just to get you to confirm. 

You sucked in a breath, hesitating to answer. He wasn't wrong. You did, in fact, want him just as much. But you didn't even know that he wanted this until right now. This was wrong. You are only here to help him with his wedding. Because he was getting married to the woman who was fast asleep in the living room, the woman who was preparing to be his lawfully wedded wife. And Jenna was a nice girl. You didn't want to do this to her, even if her future husband was so damn attractive. But he was just as persuasive as he was handsome. Unfortunately, saying no to him was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Tell me." Joel demanded gently after a while of your silence, his hand moving away from the hem of your shorts and over to your ass cheek, giving it a subtle squeeze causing you to jump slightly in his grasp.

"Joel, you and I both know this is wrong." You stared back up at him, looking into his pleading eyes as his hand remained on your ass.

"I need a yes or a no, darlin'." Joel shook his head, keeping eye contact with you. His hand rubbed your ass through your shorts as he stared at you, clearly not caring that Jenna was just in the other room.

You stared at him for a moment longer before glancing into the living room, able to see the blanket covering Jenna's body as she slept, unknowing of what was going down in her kitchen at that very moment. Hesitantly, you look back over at Joel.

"Once," You whispered, your voice hushed, "This can only happen once." You told him.

"I'll take anythin' I can get." Joel practically growled once you gave him your full consent.

Taken aback when he pressed you up against the kitchen counter, he crashed your lips with his hungrily. His hands gripped your waist, and you could feel the bulge growing in his jeans, causing you to groan against his lips. You knew this was wrong, but having a little fun wasn't anything against the law. And you were always very good at keeping secrets. You were just hoping that Joel was as well.

His lip grazed your bottom lip, hungrily deepening the kiss. An involuntary moan escaped your throat as he took control of the kiss. Hearing the sound come from you made Joel near feral. As soon as the moan vibrated against his lips, his grip on your hips tightened while the kiss became more fervent and sloppy. He grasped your waist to keep you in place, almost as if to ensure you weren't going anywhere. For this next half hour, he was going to make you his.

His teeth clashed with yours while his tongue vigorously explored your mouth. He couldn't help but wonder how wonderful the warmth of your mouth would feel around his dick. Even the mere thought caused his cock to twitch. 

His hands crept down to your ass, pulling you in closer. You could feel his bulge pressing up against your thigh. The sensation made you throb with need. He didn't break away from the kiss while pulling you closer to catch his breath. With how your lips felt against his, oxygen was the last thing on his mind.

The bristles of his beard were scratching against the skin on your cheeks, his mustache tickling your top lip. And you were loving every second of it. 

Your arms wrapped around him, taking hold of his shoulders while matching the energy of the kiss. You had told him that this was something that you could only allow to happen once. And fuck, were you going to make this one-time count. You were going to make it worth it.

You were the one to pull away from the kiss, his forehead leaning up against yours. Joel's eyes stared into yours, catching a glimpse of lust that swirled in your eyes. His mouth hung slightly agape, taking a moment to regain his composure. He didn't take more than a second before his lips were back on your skin, nibbling and biting the sensitive skin on your neck.

"Bedroom," He ordered in your ear, grabbing your ass simultaneously to push you further to his growing erection, "And you oughta be extra quiet for me. Don't wanna go an' wake Jenna up, d'ya? Think ya can do that f'me baby girl?" He murmured, slowly moving his hand from your ass to rub the inside of your thigh, purposefully averting where you needed his touch the most.

You nodded quickly and bit down on your bottom lip, bucking your hips slightly towards his hand as he caressed your thigh dangerously close to your heat. Right after he did so, he pulled his hand away and grabbed onto your own. He lifted his head to get a peek of a sleeping Jenna in the living room, and you couldn't help but look at how his veins faintly popped from his neck as he did so. You had to fight back the urge to press your lips onto his skin right then and there. 

Once he checked to make sure that Jenna was asleep and wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he tightened his grasp on your hand and led you to his bedroom. You tried to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb his fiance, who was fast asleep on the couch and only a couple of rooms away from the master bedroom.

Your hand remained in Joel's until you reached the bedroom. He pushed you in gently and walked before you, his eyes not leaving you once. He didn't dare look away, not even for a second. He wanted to take in your beauty for as long as he had you, for as long as Jenna stayed asleep.  

Joel closed the door behind him and locked the door with one swift 'click.' And within seconds, his lips were back on yours, walking you backward to his bed.

"Fuck, Joel.." You moaned against his lips as your legs hit the base of his bed. He tore his lips away from yours and put his hands on your shoulders, gently setting you down on the bed, now looking down at you.

"Love it when you say my name like that." He groaned, hastily unbuckling his belt with ease. You watched his hand intently, feeling like you were practically drooling while watching him.

You gawked while he undressed himself in front of you, unbuttoning your blouse at the same time. Joel watched you and immediately pushed your hands away from your blouse, which was now only half-buttoned.

He kept eye contact with you, the lustful gaze never leaving as his rough and long fingers unbuttoned the rest of your blouse for you. His eyes immediately fell from your own over to your tits, which were pushed up with the pink bra you wore underneath your top.

He licked his lower lip and let his gaze linger for a moment longer before pushing your pants down to your ankles, not wanting to waste time with you. His cock was already aching and throbbing in his jeans. He didn't know how long he could last without being inside you.

You kicked your pants off, dismissing them to the side before laying down on the bed, now just in your bra and panties in front of him. Joel watched you intently as you made yourself comfortable in his bed, the bed that he shared with his fiance. In an instant, Joel threw his shirt off and tossed it away with your pants before crawling on top of you. 

He held himself up, both his arms on either side of you. You smirked while staring up at him, loose hair falling in front of his face. Your eyes lowered slightly, seeing how his cock practically begged to be free. But his voice stopped you before you could even strip him from the rest of his clothing.

"Tell me you want this, darlin', that you want me to fuck that tight lil' pussy of yours like there ain't no tomorrow." His voice was breathy. You were so desperate to have his cock in you that you nodded quickly.

"Yes! Yes, Joel, I need you." You begged, knowing that your panties were already ruined from how soaked you were for this man.

Joel smirked upon hearing your pleas, "Look at you, beggin' for me like the needy lil' thing ya are." he shook his head before slipping your panties off to get them out of his way.

Without any warning, he easily slipped in one, then two of his fingers, causing a moan to leave your lips. Joel immediately looked back up at you and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Thought I told ya to be quiet, sweetheart," he shook his head once more but kept his fingers inside you, creating slow circular motions. After a moment of hush whimpers and moans from you, he spoke again, "Already this wet for me, baby girl? Barely even touched ya yet." He chuckled lowly, the movements of his two fingers growing quicker and quicker.

"Need you so bad, Joel, need you inside of me." You whined, your voice as quiet as you could possibly be now so as not to wake Jenna up in the living room.

Joel watched you beg for him with a look of satisfaction before removing his fingers from your cunt, closing his eyes, and groaning as he licked them clean as if he were tasting the sweetest honey in the world. 

"Look at you, so ready for me like the good girl you are," Joel praised after removing the fingers from his mouth, still savoring the flavor of you on his tongue. 

You groaned impatiently and nodded, not knowing how much longer of being empty you could take. You needed him inside of you now. Right now. 

He smirked satisfactorily before pushing his jeans down and away, the tent caused by his erection in his boxers clear as day. You licked your lips at the sight and subconsciously opened your legs a little for him, ready for him to take you completely.

"Gonna fill that pretty lil' pussy up," Joel grinned and stripped himself from his boxers, leaving him completely nude in front of you. He was just as handsome as you imagined him to be, "You'd like that, wouldn't ya."

The tip of his cock was red and angry, leaking with precum, ready to be buried deep inside you. He propped himself in between your legs and held down your shoulders with his strong hands, keeping you in place.

"Fuck yes.." Your quiet moan filled the room while he positioned his tip to your entrance, teasing your folds.

"Gonna make you mine, baby girl." He groaned, pumping himself a couple of times before thrusting himself into you, causing you to let out a strangled moan. Joel smirked as he heard you, gaining pleasure from the noises that you were making, all because of him making you feel good.

You bit down hard on your lower lip, trying your best to keep quiet. After all, you would be in deep shit if you caused Jenna to wake up in the room before. Not only would you lose your job, but you would also ruin what could potentially be a good marriage. Even though you weren't sure if this was the healthiest relationship considering that he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow in the bedroom he shared with his fiance. But you could care less about that as he was fucking you.

Joel's fingers dug into the skin of your hips, moving his hands down to your ass to make your hips move in rhythm with his as he pounded into you with practice and ease. 

"Feel so fuckin' good wrapped around my cock, baby." Joel grunted with each thrust. Oh, how he wished to have you all alone in the house, where he could let you and him be as loud as you pleased. Each moan that left your lips made his cock twitch, like music to his ears.

You whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as possible while reaching down to rub your clit, desperately wanting the friction. But just as he had done before, Joel moved your hand away.

"Not too good at being patient, are ya?" He chuckled with a shake of his head, "Don't 'cha worry now, I'll make you feel reeall good soon enough." He smirked and increased the pace of his thrusts, his hands still on your ass to help guide your hips into him.

You slowly lowered your hands back down and gripped the bedsheet, letting a soft moan slip as you watched him intently. With him, you could just sit back and enjoy the show while he did all the work on making you feel good. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew what he had to do to make you feel good.

"Such a good fuckin' girl." Joal praised with a grunt, the thrusts of his hips getting quicker to chase after his own high. He had been dreaming about making your pussy his ever since he first laid his eyes on you not more than a week before. 

"Yes, just for you, Joel, just for you.." You confirmed breathily, urging him to continue.

"Fuck baby, f'you keep sayin' my name like that, you're gonna make me cum." Joel warned, but the pace of his thrusts never slowed down, not even for a second.

"Joel, please," You begged, moaning out his name lower just to get the reaction out of him. His fingers dug into your hips even deeper, his thrusts quickening, "Come inside of me. I need you so bad."

Joel squeezed his eyes shut as he held onto you tightly, your words going straight to his throbbing cock. He couldn't last another moment before his warmth was shooting inside you, thrusting his hips to get deeper, "Goddamn baby girl." He squeezed his jaw, his eyes still shut, as his body slowly descended from his high.

You watched him with your mouth agape, the sight absolutely breathtaking. Jenna was definitely going to be a lucky woman if this was the sight that she could see all the time. The way his head leaned back, the way his hair fell into his face, the way his mouth hung open slightly while he let out soft moans and grunts. You didn't even need to come to feel satisfied. Making him feel like this was satisfying enough.

Joel's eyes slowly opened to meet yours, his heart racing in his chest before he began pumping inside you slowly, "Gonna make you feel so good.." He promised, now going after your high. You couldn't help but admit that you were surprised, for most men that you've been with before would usually stop after they were fulfilled. But not Joel. He wanted to make sure that you were weak in the knees before leaving.

Joel kept his thrusts steady, making your hips rock along with his. His hand moved down to rub your clit, the pads of his fingers touching you in all the right places.

"F-faster Joel.. I need you to go faster.." You whimpered out, and he didn't waste a second before ramping up his speed. One hand continued to rub your clit while the other massaged your breasts, sending a whole new sensation down your body.

"Oh yes, Joel! Just like that.." You moaned a little louder before biting your lower lip quickly, reminding yourself that you had to keep quiet.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, gonna make you come real nice for me.." Joel grunted in between thrusts.

With the feeling of him massaging your clit with one hand and your breast with the other, all while pounding himself into you, you could feel your own release building up.

You were sent over the edge with one final thrust of his hips. Your head leaned back against the pillows while your back arched underneath the bed, unintelligible moans of his name leaving your lips over and over again.

"That's it, that's it, baby girl." Joel cooed, coaxing you down from your high while slowing down his thrusts, enjoying the sight of your orgasm just as much as you enjoyed his.

You slowly laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, taking a moment to catch your breath. Joel kept his eyes on you for a moment longer and gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear before slowly laying back down next to you, the grin of satisfaction never leaving his lips.

His rough hand slowly caressed your thigh, his leg brushing up against yours, "Think you can go for a round two?" He whispered lowly in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe before sending kisses down to your neck.

You smirked and shook your head, craning your neck to look at him. It was going to be hard to resist this man.. You just hoped that you had enough time before his fiancé would wake… 

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I already have so many WIPS but I want to start a slow burn soft domestic!Javier fic so bad😭

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We missed you so much Javi.

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Lakehouse | Chapter Two: Dock of the Bay | DBF!Joel x F!Reader

authors note: second chapter is out!!!! I have had this book idea in my drafts for nearly two years now and I can't express how happy I am that I finally have the motivation to write it out

series summary: A week at your family's lake house was supposed to be a fun and relaxing vacation for you... But when your fathers good friend, Joel, tags along, you come to find that this one week will be a lot more fun than you thought.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, divorced joel, dbf!joel, girthy age gap (reader is 23, Joel is 56), no outbreak au, language, pov switches, reader is a big fan of teasing joel, little bit of angst, nicknames (darling, baby), quick mention of readers mom leaving

chapter summary: As everyone is getting settled into the house, Joel is coming to find that this week is going to be a hell of a lot harder than he thought.

word count: 4.9k

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The car came to a halt as your father reached the family lake house. It was insanely hot, even with all the windows rolled down. It didn’t help that the AC in your dad's car barely worked. No matter how many times you and your sister would nag him to fix it while growing up, he never got around to it. At least you were wearing that little yellow sundress that Joel couldn’t stop stealing glances at. But you were looking forward to stripping into your bikini once you all got inside.

With a quiet grunt, Joel got out of the backseat and opened the back trunk to help your dad haul out some of the bags. At the same time, you grabbed your own bags in the back and got out of the car. The light breeze that blew through your hair felt incredible, especially after such a long and cramped car ride.

Joel barely talked to you throughout the car ride. He seemed to be doing the most he could to avoid and ignore you. It was annoying. But there were a couple of times when you could tell he was just about to crack. Whether that would be him taking sneaky glances down at your lips or his hand creeping too close up your thigh.

It drove you nuts, wondering if he would be brave enough to make a move on you if your family wasn’t there.

You craved this man like a drug. The closer that he was to you, the harder it was to contain yourself. And while he spent most of the car ride terribly trying to avoid you, you didn’t lose hope. You were still determined to get what you wanted. And what you wanted was Joel Miller. He was all you wanted. He was what you yearned for. All you yearned for.

Joanna walked over to the back to help you grab your suitcases from the car. Joel already took his bags from the trunk and headed inside with your dad, making small talk with each other. In reality, Joel was just trying to separate himself from you. He wasn’t looking to play these childish games with you. And, he didn’t want to succumb like he may have in the past. He didn’t want to give in to the temptation, which was you.

It was tough. In fact, Joel had been debating with himself for weeks over whether he should join this vacation or not, because of you. It was supposed to be a family vacation. Would he even need to go? He knew that you were going to be there, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold himself back this time. He still wasn’t sure.

But your dad was convincing. And Joel has just finished a stressful divorce. The entire marriage was a stressor for him. Maybe this relaxing vacation in the middle of a lake was just what he needed. Maybe you were just what he needed.

Joel squeezed his eyes shut for a quick moment and took a deep breath when the thought came to his mind, trying to let that idea pass. He shouldn’t be thinking like that. He shouldn’t be feeling like this, not for his best friend’s daughter. You were far too young for him. You still had your innocence. You haven’t experienced life yet like he has. You were in two very different stages of your life; you would never work.

But still, seeing you in that tight little sundress of yours, it was challenging for him to try and take his eyes off of you in the car. Each time your hand would get too close to his crotch, he could feel himself slipping further into temptation. It took a hell of a lot of self control on his part, but somehow, he managed. He just didn’t know how much self control he had left in him.

“You alright there, man? Something on your mind?” Your dad, Peter, piped up as he set his bags down on the ground, putting his hands in his back pockets while looking over at Joel.

Joel nodded and took a deep breath while running a hand through his hair once more, “Yeah. Just tired. Long car ride.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned his bag on the arm of the couch, intending to unpack it later. He was far too tired now.

He wasn’t entirely lying, but he wasn’t entirely telling the truth either. It was, truthfully, a long car ride, and being his age, it was tiring to be so cramped up for such a long period of time. But, what was truly on his mind was you.

But of course, he couldn’t tell your father that. Peter was the only friend that Joel had besides his brother. And he didn’t want to lose his only friend because he was having these inappropriate thoughts about his damn daughter.

Maybe he was mourning his divorce. Maybe he was stuck in the past. Or maybe you were the vice he needed. 

Almost immediately, Joel tossed that thought aside as well before he could delve into it any further. He needed to stop having these kinds of thoughts sneak into his mind. Being with you was, and would be, nothing but a mistake. And he knew you were a good kid. He knew that you were almost done with college and you were acing all your classes with flying colors. He didn’t want to ruin your promising future. He didn’t want to be your mistake. He couldn’t.

Peter chuckled quietly and nodded as he patted his back gently, “Tell me about it. That drive ain’t ever fun. At least the girls are grown and not asking ‘are we there yet’ every damn minute,” he laughed, shaking his head, “Now come on, let’s go work on that old fishing boat o’mine I was tellin’ ya about.” He gave him a warm smile before walking out to the back near the lake.

Joel nodded while looking down at his feet. He needed to distract himself, especially in front of Peter. And while Peter might have thought that Joel was so distracted because of his recent divorce or being tired, he couldn’t be more wrong, for you were the reason he had been so distracted these past couple of hours.

With a groan, Joel rubbed his eyes and followed your father out to the lake to help on his boat.

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While your dad and Joel stayed outside to work on the fishing boat, you and Joanna made your way inside to get yourselves situated. Ever since you were kids, you shared a room with each other. And the same remained true at the lake house where you spent your summers while growing up.

It was a small, quaint, but comfortable room. As you walked in, the smell of nostalgia instantly hit your nose. You haven’t been in this room since your sophomore year of high school seven years ago, for that’s when your sister had moved out to go to college. After she moved out, these little family summer vacations came to a halt.

But on a spontaneous whim, you were back in this little cabin-like place with your family, this time including Joel. 

You tossed your suitcase over on the bed, not in the mood to start unpacking now. You already hated packing. Unpacking was even worse. And you've just finished a long and dreary car ride. You’d unpack later. You’d find the time.

Joanna seemed to be thinking the same as she put her bags down on the bed opposite yours. She tied her hair up in a loose ponytail just to get it out of her face. 

“You know, I’m sure Dad still has a few of those old movies he used to keep ‘round here when we were kids,” Joanna smiled amusingly over at you, “Wanna go take a look with me?”

The thought made you smile. You two and your father always had movie nights here during the summers. It was almost like a tradition. You thought it would be the perfect way to start the short vacation. Plus, it gave you the opportunity to snuggle up close to Joel as you watched the movie. Maybe if you were careful enough, you could have some fun with one another underneath the blanket where only you two would know what was happening under the sheets.

“Come on.” Joanna smiled and grabbed onto your hand, dragging you into the living room.

The living room was always one of your favorite spots in the house. There were windows everywhere, so the natural light was always shining inside. It had an open floor plan, so it was right next to the kitchen, which made it easy to grab snacks during movie night, which was always a huge plus for you and your sister.

The red, plaid sofa was plush and spacious, giving you and your sister plenty of room to lounge. Your father usually always took the matching lounge chair right next to it, where he was notorious for taking his afternoon naps.

Your favorite part was the brick fireplace that stood right below the television. The crackling of the firelight, the warm glow that emitted from it, the warmth it would bring you during those cold and rainy stormy nights. It really brought the room together. It was something you always envisioned having in your future home someday while growing up.

It was cute and cozy, the perfect type of home you wanted when you graduated college and found someone to settle down with. That is if you could find someone to settle down with.

Joanna pulled out the box of old DVDs that you kept right to the side of the fireplace and began digging through.

“Okay, we got Napoleon Dynamite, Bridge to Terabithia, Holes, White Chicks…” Joanna listed, pulling out the movies one by one.

“Jesus, I haven’t seen any of those in years.” You chuckled quietly, plopping yourself down on the couch while crossing your arms across your stomach.

“And that’s what makes it a good movie night. Shitty nostalgia.” Joanna laughed along with you as she looked through the movies, “I think we should start off with Napoleon Dynamite. I used to have that whole movie memorized by the time I was twelve.”

You scoffed out a quiet laugh before nodding, “I’m sure Dad packed popcorn. You remember how obsessed with his movie nights he used to be.” You smiled. Your dad was always big on traditions, which is why he thought this lake house would be the perfect vacation for all of you since you were all free for the summer.

As your sister was going through all the nostalgic movies you used to watch over and over again as kids, you peeked out the window to see your dad and Joel out back, working on the old fishing boat.

That damn fishing boat that your dad always made you and Joanna go out on every summer even though he rarely, if ever, got a bite out on the lake. It used to belong to your grandfather before he passed it down to his son, your dad. The thing was older than he was and it barely ran anymore, but that didn’t seem to ever stop him from trying to get it out on the water. He was even making poor Joel stand out there in the heat and try to fix it up with him.

While it may be unfortunate for Joel, it was very, very fortunate for you. He stood out there, his once clean navy shirt now drenched in sweat. You were surprised that he hadn’t caved and just taken his shirt off yet. His shirt was tight in all the right places, maybe even too much so. The way it squeezed his torso made you want to go feral.

He was so easy on the eyes. He made your heart calm and race all at once, something you never even thought was possible before. How a man could make you feel so relaxed yet so excited simply baffled you.

Joel wiped some of the sweat off his forehead before putting his hands on his hips, trying to beat off some of the hot summer air. Just the sight took your breath away.

His pants were just as tight as his shirt. If you looked close enough, you could see the outprint of his bulge… Or the way his ass would stand out whenever he would bend over while working on the boat. 

Fuck.

How could one man be so damn perfect?

“Ah hem.” Joanna cleared her throat and smirked over in your direction. You weren’t really hiding the fact that you were ogling at Joel through the window.

You immediately tore your eyes away and took a deep breath. It was too late for you to play it cool at this point. Joanna knew exactly what, or who, you were staring at. After all, she knew you better than anyone else, like the palm of her hand.

Joanna chuckled and shook her head, “You’re so smitten.” She teased, flipping through the DVDs.

You let a sigh escape your lips as you ran a hand through your hair, “I'm not smitten. I’m just…” you struggled to find the words. She wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t just about to admit that she was right. You let your words drift off, not finishing your sentence.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Joanna smirked and held back a giggle before setting a few movies down on the coffee table.

The two of you sat in an awkward silence for a moment before Joanna spoke up again, “Dad doesn’t know, does he?” She asked quietly, her tone suddenly getting more serious, catching you off guard.

“Do you really think Dad would invite Joel on this trip with us if he knew? I don’t think he’d even still be friends with him if he found out.” You mumbled and shook your head, glancing out the window to see Joel and your dad laughing and chatting away.

Joanna was the only person who knew besides Joel and yourself. You intended to keep it that way. Joel was one of your dad's only friends, and you’d be damned if you were going to be the one to ruin that relationship between them. Ever since your mom left, your dad's been quite a loner, with the exclusion of Joel. And you liked seeing your dad happy.

“And it was years ago. Feels pretty pointless bringing it up now to him or anyone else.” You mumbled, bringing your eyes back over to your sister.

It was the night you turned 21 when you started seeing Joel in a whole new light. During the two years prior to when you knew him, you saw him as just one of your dad's closest friends. His unfortunately hot friend who wasn’t age appropriate for you. But, after a few drinks in both of your systems, you saw him more as your dad's best friend, and he thought of you as more than his friend’s daughter.

It was one drunken night, one that you intended to keep secret from your father until the day he died. But unfortunately for you, it was that one damn night that made you look at Joel differently, that made you crave more of him. He was worse than the most addictive drug. You couldn’t relax without making him yours again. Of course, you would just have to keep it on the down low.

You glanced back out the window to watch Joel working on the boat, a smile slowly forming on your lips without you even realizing it.

Joanna laughed softly when she saw your dazed look, “Yeah, you’re smitten.”

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The wooden dock was warm on your bare feet as you walked up to the end, your dad and Joel still slaving away at the old fishing boat.

Joel’s sweaty shirt fit his torso nicely. You could see his pecs and nipples peeking out, your eyes immediately falling to his chest. He must have some kind of idea of what he was doing to you, what effect he had on you and your mind. There was no way that he was this oblivious.

Joel wiped away the sweat off his forehead and rubbed his dirty hands on his jeans, still unaware of the fact that you were standing right there behind him in your baby blue bikini. The bikini that you put on just for him.

“Hey there, sweet pea, decided to finally come outside and help your old man out?” Peter chuckled, wiping his hands on a dirty rag before setting it down.

Joel’s heart plummeted to his stomach when he heard your father before turning around to face you, his breath getting stuck in his chest when he saw the little bikini you were skimping around in. 

Fuck. You could not make this any more complicated for him.

You shrugged and sat down on the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lake water while looking up at the two of them, “Just wanted to see what you guys were up to.” You smiled innocently, purposefully making eye contact with Joel.

Joel kept his eyes on you for a second too long. His arms were crossed, and he scanned your body up and down, shaking his head in disapproval. But it wasn’t like he was your father. He couldn’t tell you what you can and can’t wear.

“Working on the old fishing boat here. ‘Member when I used to take you and your sister out on the lake? Would sit there for hours and not get a damn bite.” Peter laughed with a shake of his head, his smile wide and oblivious to the looks Joel was giving you.

You hummed and nodded. You were never a massive fan of fishing, and you couldn’t care less that they were out here working on the boat. But it was hot out. You wanted to make Joel sweat even more. His dark, lustful eyes never left your chest.

“Are you grilling anything up for dinner tonight?” You leaned back on your hands on the dock, giving Joel an even better view of your bare stomach.

Peter shrugged and ran a hand through his messy hair, “Thought Joel and I could throw on some burgers a little later. That sound alright?”

You smiled over at him and nodded. “Yeah, sure. I heard that Joel’s a grill master.” You giggled, turning your attention over to Joel. He was still glaring at you as if you were doing something wrong. Your intentions were to tease him in this little bikini of yours. But to the outside eye, it was nothing but a young woman sitting on a dock, cooling off on a hot summer's day.

Your dad laughed and gave Joel a pat on the back, “Sure as hell hasn’t burned as much on that thing as I’ve had over the years.”

Joel cleared his throat and laughed nervously as he quickly looked away from you, looking away from your body in that revealing little blue swimsuit.

“Gonna make me a nice dinner tonight, Joel?” You looked up at him with a pretty smile, a look that didn’t meet your teasing eyes.

Joel glared at you for a moment before forcing a grin on his face, knowing that your father was right there and he didn’t want him getting suspicious of anything. He couldn’t risk it. Even though it was hard trying to conceal the growing bulge in his jeans the longer he looked at you.

Joel cleared his throat and nodded, “Y-Yeah, I can put on a few burgers for you and Joanna.” He stumbled over his words.

Your smile grew as you hopped back up, grabbing onto Joel's hand to help yourself up. Surprisingly to the both of you, he didn’t pull his hand away.

“Well, as much as I would love to help work on the boat,” You chuckled sarcastically, “I’m gonna go head inside and unpack a little.”

Peter looked over his shoulder before nodding, “Alright, sweetheart. We’ll be done here shortly and we can start up some dinner.”

You nodded and smiled in his direction before looking over at Joel. The bulge in his jeans was prominent. Your plan had already fallen into action. He was staring at you so intently, practically undressing you with his eyes. You were sure the only thing stopping him from doing such was your father standing right there. 

You looked Joel up and down, making sure to keep your eyes on his crotch for a second longer before looking into his eyes. You winked in his direction before walking off, giving him a good view of your ass while you walked back inside.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

“What was that?” Peter looked back over at Joel.

“Nothing,” he breathed, heading back over to Peter and the boat, “Say, what do you like on your burger?”

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Joel

That girl. That damn girl.

She knows what she’s doing. She has to. She wouldn’t have just come out to the dock wearing that tight little bikini if she didn’t. If only she knew how much she truly drove me insane. If only she knew just what kind of damn thoughts were running through my head. They were the kind of thoughts that would have her father shoot me in the backside of the head if he ever found out what I was thinking about his own daughter.

And she wasn’t much help at concealing these thoughts. It was like she wanted me to crack. She was just waiting and prodding until I crumbled under her spell. And she knew just how to do it. I hated but admired that about her. She was determined. She was smart. She was clever, funny, so damn sexy…

I groaned quietly and rubbed my eyes, trying not to think about her like that. It definitely didn’t help the boner that was currently growing in my jeans. This needed to stop. She needed to stop. 

“Everything all good over there, Joel?” Peter interrupted my thoughts, thankfully.

I cleared my throat and forced a smile before going back to helping him out on the old fishing boat, “Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

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It was about fifteen minutes after you unpacked and started to unwind when you heard the knock on your door. An instant hope filled you inside, thinking that it could be Joel on the other side.

You still had your little baby blue bikini on, hoping that Joel would cave and come into the bedroom. Your proposition was proven correct when the older man opened the door and slipped into the room. He was careful while he closed the door behind him.

You closed the book that you were currently reading and set it down on the end table beside you. Sitting up on the bed, you looked over at him with an expression of curiosity, “Are you starting to make dinner now?” You asked, despite knowing that wasn’t the reason he was here.

“Don’t start that bullshit with me.” His voice was stern as he walked over to the edge of your bed.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you kept your eyes on him, playing dumb, “What are you talking about?”

Joel sighed heavily as he glared over at you. He wasn’t here to play games with you. And he thought that he made himself pretty damn clear in the car ride over here. 

“I’ve already told you to watch yourself, girl” Joel put his hands on his hips and scowled at you, acting as if he was a father punishing his daughter for staying out too late, “I’m done playing these damn foolish games with you. I’m too old for this kind of shit.” he chastised.

You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair. Joel was the last person you wanted to argue with. So, you weren’t going to argue back. Teasing Joel was fun, especially seeing how easily his body would react to you and anything you do. But you never wanted to upset him. You cared about him, and you could tell that he cared about you, too; he always has.

But he also cares about his relationship and your relationship with your dad. He refused to be the asshole that got involved with his best friend's daughter.

You slowly get out of bed and sigh, throwing on an oversized hoodie to hide your bikini. Joel kept his hands on his hips as he watched you, observing your moves carefully.

“I’m sorry.” You said simply.

Joel stared at you in disbelief for a moment, not expecting you to apologize so fast. He didn’t think you were going to at all. He cleared his throat and nodded, “I ‘preciate it.”

“Just, if I’m being honest with you,” you started hesitantly, “It’s been hard for me to get over you after, you know, that night.” You lowered your voice to a hushed whisper.

Joel sighed and rubbed his eyes with his middle finger and thumb when you brought it up, shaking his head, “That was nearly two years ago, darlin’. We’ve talked about this. We were drinking, we were both getting out of shitty relationships, it was a dumb mistake on both our parts. Mostly mine,” he admitted quietly, “You needa forget about it.”

“I know you think that it was a mistake. I know you think that I was a mistake… But I just can’t forget that it happened, Joel.” You shook your head, staring at him with pleading eyes.

He groaned, a mixture of frustration and temptation. He stared down at his feet, trying to avoid making any kind of eye contact with you.

“You’re all I can seem to think about.” You lower your voice to a whisper, inching closer to him while placing your hands on his strong chest. He doesn’t stop you.

Instead, he looks up from his shoes and back over to you. The anger in his look was long gone. The softness in his dark brown eyes made your heart skip a beat. Those were the same eyes that you wanted to get lost in over and over again. But he never gave you the chance, let alone the time of day.

He had one moment of weakness two years ago, and he didn’t want to succumb to that weakness again. He wouldn’t let himself, no matter how tempting or how beautiful you were standing right here in front of him.

And as you stare into his eyes, he can feel his control slowly slipping away from him. Maybe if circumstances were different, things wouldn’t be so complicated between the two of you. Maybe if he didn’t know your dad, maybe if you were a few years older, or he was a few years younger, then, maybe.

His nose is just barely touching yours, and you can feel his soft breaths hitting your skin. Almost instinctively, you lick your lips before parting them, anticipating him to move in closer and make the move that you both so desperately want him to make.

“We can’t be doing this, baby,” Joel whispered against your lips, daring to catch a glimpse of your soft pink lips. There was nothing he wanted more than to envelop them with his own, claiming you as his. His heart pounded in his chest, just wanting to pull you in closer by the hips and feel more of you as he pressed your body closer to his.

“But I want you, Joel,” you whispered, “You’re all I want,” you admitted to him. You weren’t playing any games with him this time around, just telling him the flat out truth.

“I…” Joel drifted off, his eyes falling down to your lips once more. His lips grazed yours, the need to kiss you, to feel you, stronger than ever.

You tilted your head, closing your eyes as you moved just an inch closer to him, anticipating his lips meeting yours.

However, Joel quickly pulled away and shook his head before he could start making yet another mistake.

You quickly shot your eyes open and looked at him, stepping back while watching him run a hand through his hair.

“No,” He quietly snapped, slicing the air with his hand, “You need to start focusing on something else, someone else. We can’t be doing this kind of shit, it ain’t appropriate you hear me?” The anger in his look was back, replacing the soft gaze as he lectured you as if he wasn’t just about to kiss you.

His question was seemingly rhetorical as he didn’t wait for you to come up with an answer. Instead, he walked off and closed the door behind him without a second word.

Slowly, you raised your hands up to your lips and let out a deep sigh. No matter how much you could try, you couldn’t let this man go. You couldn’t deny the feelings that you have grown for him over the past few years.

Your heart yearned for him. But, you were willing to give him the space that he currently needed. You just weren’t sure if he was going to be able to last the rest of the week without cracking. He had already proved to you that he was close.

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taglist♡: @glitterspark @umadirectioner

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anyone else have days where all they can think about is giving head? i feel possessed.

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Oh, I'm gonna miss you forever, pedro's Joel Miller.

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Some Assistance | Javier Peña X F!Reader

authors note: this has been in the drafts for a HOT minute. The idea's always been up in the air and I finally got it down on paper lmaooo

summary: Being Javier’s personal assistant starts to get to you, but you find a little way to deal with it

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, age gap (23 and 35), hard daddy kink, boss and intern relationship, mentions of drugs and overdoses/loss, nicknames (sweetheart, baby girl, baby, darling, good girl), riding Javier, Javi fucking you over his desk, spanking, fingering, Javier has a big dick and knows it, unprotected piv, creampie, little to no aftercare

word count: 5.2k

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You stared at the door in front of you and let out a deep sigh. You were exhausted, but you were excited nonetheless. This would be your first job after finishing college, and it was a huge milestone for you.

You've had little part-time jobs serving and waitressing in the past, but this was your first step into getting into a real career. You couldn't be more excited. But at the same time, you couldn't be more nervous.

Being a DEA agent was something that you desired to be ever since you were a teenager. After your brother had passed away from an overdose of a substance he had gotten illegally across the border, it was something that you wanted to prevent happening to other families. Even though you couldn't save your brother, you were determined and hopeful that you could save other families from such tragedy.

Your older brother was always an inspiration to you growing up, and losing him was one of the hardest things you've found yourself having to deal with. It was the most significant loss you have ever experienced. What hurt the most was that it was something that could have been completely avoided. If only more people were watching and combating illegal drug trafficking, you may still have your brother here with you today. He was your biggest supporter, your biggest cheerleader. Life immediately got more difficult the moment he went away.

It infuriated you to even think about it, but that's what made you more passionate about what you were doing. And that's why you were here in the office today, your first glimpse into the life of a DEA agent. Sure, you were only starting off as an intern, and it was unpaid, but it was the first step for you to pursue your passion. It was a good launch to see what this world was really about.

Finally, you would be able to get into the depths and see the cricks and crannies about what it's really like to be an agent. This was what you have been dreaming of ever since you were fifteen, and now everything you've ever wanted was finally coming true.

What made it even more exciting was that you were going to be able to work with an experienced agent side by side, watching and observing everything he was doing. You couldn't wait. And now, you were waiting outside of his office door to begin your new life.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and your palms were sweaty. The nerves of anxiety and eagerness were washing over you as you waited for the door to open.

Eventually, the door began to creak open, and you immediately put your nerves to the side, wanting to look as professional as you possibly could.

There was a man on the other side of the door, possibly in his mid-thirties. He had dark hair and a mustache that matched right above his lip. The sunglasses that hid his eyes from you concealed the expression on his face. You weren't able to read him at all.

Despite that, you offered him a smile and your hand to shake, "You must be agent Peña. I've heard a lot about you. It's great to meet you," You introduced yourself professionally.

The man glanced down at your hand before looking back at you, disregarding the handshake completely. You cleared your throat and looked down a little, putting your hand back down to your side awkwardly.

'What a bundle of sunshine…' you thought quietly to yourself but still tried to smile, still wanting to make a good impression since he was going to be your boss for the next couple of weeks.

"Call me Javier. Follow me." The man now known as Javier nodded his head back over to his office, intending for you to follow.

While you were excited about this whole experience, Javier was quite the opposite. He felt like this entire thing was going to be a drag. And when he saw you, the more he started dreading having you watch him for the next few weeks.

To him, you looked almost too young, too immature, to know what you were doing. He couldn't be more uninterested in you or anything about you. At the end of the day, he just wanted to get this thing over with and keep everything with you as short as he could.

You took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, rolling your eyes to yourself before hesitantly following him. Your excitement quickly fizzled out, and you could only begin to imagine how long these next couple of weeks were going to be.

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You leaned back in your seat, legs crossed, while staring out the window. You tapped your foot on the floor and sighed, watching the clouds pass by while you were trying to kill some time. Time was going by slowly, and you just couldn't wait to get out of this office. But it was impossible when a minute felt like an hour.

Javier is sitting at his own desk beside you, going through and filing some paperwork, actually doing something. You, on the other hand, were doing absolutely nothing. You thought that this time, working as an intern would be an incredible opportunity for you. However, you haven't gotten the chance to do anything in these last couple of days. Unless you would count fetching Javier a cup of hot coffee and a bagel as something exciting.

Javier would just constantly brush you off and treat you as if you were nothing more than an annoying fly on the wall. It bothered you. You've dealt with annoying and infuriating bosses before, but Javier was on a completely different level.

This was something that you were actually passionate about. This was actually a job that you were looking forward to and wanted to get out of bed for. But Javier instantly threw that down the drain for you. He didn't even allow you any insights into what he was working on. You may as well have been an assistant at some random journalist's office if this was the unpaid treatment you were going to receive.

You let out a heavy sigh and leaned your head back on your chair, the passing clouds not giving you much entertainment. You rubbed your eyes before staring up at the ceiling, just waiting for the okay to go home. You couldn't believe that you were so close to working your dream job, and you still wanted to go home because of how immensely bored you were.

And it was all Javier's fault.

What an ass…

You closed your eyes and felt like you could almost fall asleep before you heard Javier call out your name. Your eyes immediately shot open, and you sat up in your seat. Your heart skipped a beat, hoping that you would be able to do something for once. That he would actually allow you to do something, anything.

"Yes?" You answered, putting both of your feet on the floor now and your hands in your lap eagerly.

You had no idea what he was going to ask you for, but you would be happy for anything at this point. Even if he just wanted your help going through files and organizing them, at least you would be doing and learning something. That's honestly all you wanted. The reason you applied to be an intern here was to learn more about the station and to get insights that you wouldn't have had prior. 

"Go be a doll and fill this up for me."

Your smile fell instantly when you saw him hand you over his nearly empty coffee cup. You stared at him in disbelief, and all of your previous hope died off. You had to hold back a scoff and a roll of your eyes before you grabbed his cup, your grip tighter than you intended.

"My pleasure." You crinkle your nose, forcing a smile. He didn't even take the time of day to look up at you, too busy going through his little papers. He couldn't even utter a thank you. 

You were surprised you were able to hold it together as you walked out of the room, for all you wanted to do was smash his cup on the floor and walk out, never to return again. You would find something else you were passionate about. You were starting to have doubts if this was even worth it.

But, once you stepped out of his office, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, taking a moment to recollect yourself. You had to remind yourself that at the end of the day, you were doing this for your brother. This was what you have dreamed of for years. And you weren't going to let some asshole ruin it all for you. If anything, it should motivate you to pursue further, just to prove him wrong and shove it in his face.

You smirked a little at the thought as you looked down at his coffee cup, walking over to the pot to fill it up. As you poured in the hot coffee, you were still incredibly agitated. You thought that you were walking into this job as an intern, not Javier's little personal assistant.

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Two weeks. It's been two weeks, and you still haven't learned a single thing about being a DEA agent. But, you were a professional in being Javier Peña's personal assistant. You knew how he liked his coffee, what flavor of cream cheese he preferred on his bagel, and what temperature he liked the thermostat to be set at. You knew it all. But when it came to being an actual DEA intern, you knew jack shit.

You were surprised you kept on for two weeks so far, for if it were any other job, you would have quit after the first day. Unfortunately, you had to keep on keeping on despite Javier taking advantage of using you as an assistant.

You look up at the clock, waiting for the last five minutes of your shift to end so you can leave. Like always, time was going by slowly, and it felt like you were there for days at a time, even if it was only a few hours a day. Javier made it insufferable, but apparently, that's what he was good at.

Time was dragging on. You glanced over at Javier, who was finishing flipping through some of his files as you walked past his office. He always kept his door open, which made it easy for him to call out for you if he needed a refill on some hot coffee.

You watched him shove some files into his desk drawer, getting ready to clock out as well. Thinking to yourself, you glanced over at the clock once more before looking back over at Javier.

It irritated you when you remembered that you would have to do this all over again tomorrow morning. Filling his coffee, toasting his bagel, making sure that he never saw the bottom of his mug. You had already dealt with it for the past two weeks, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were done. Javier was getting under your skin, and you weren't going to sit around in silence anymore. You couldn't. You would lose your mind if you had to spend yet another day like this.

You were here to be an intern and get a jumpstart in your career, not a little assistant for some douchebag. If what he wanted was an assistant, then you were going to give him some assistance.

Clearing your throat, you walked into his office, slyly locking the door behind you. Javier looked up from his lap and over at you, furrowing his eyebrows while closing his desk drawer.

"Getting ready to head out for the evening? You need anything?" Javier asked, genuinely not expecting you to be in his office. He had thought you had already packed up and left for the night.

His question threw you aback a bit, for you were usually the one asking him the same thing, not the other way around.

You shrugged your shoulders as you kept your eyes on him, unsure if he realized you had locked the door or not. If he had, he didn't question it.

Javier kept his eyes on you for a moment as you stood there in silence, not answering his question. He sighed at your lack of answer and fumbled for his keys and wallet in his desk drawer as you slowly made your way over to him.

"I just wanted to talk to you about something." You spoke calmly, walking up to his desk.

"And what would that be, sweetheart?" Javier asked, folding his hands on his desk while keeping his eyes over on you. He took the opportunity to eye you up and down, now for the first time noticing how short your pencil skirt really was.

"About my position here. I thought I was supposed to be an intern, not Javier Peña's little personal assistant." You crossed your arms, trying to throw off some authority and confidence.

Javier raised an eyebrow as you spoke and sighed, "It's only been two weeks. You need patience, kid." He responded in a monotone voice.

"It's been two weeks," You repeated, "I've had nothing but patience." You spat back before taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You weren't aiming to get him pissed at you.

Javier sighed and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, "Clearly not enough patience if you're here already complaining to me when ya haven't even been here a whole month." He mumbled, a slight scowl on his lips. He was already done with this conversation.

You held back on rolling your eyes. You weren't getting anywhere with him this way. That's why you had a plan B. You weren't planning on either of you leaving this office until you got what you wanted.

You've heard the rumors about Javier. You knew he got around. You knew he had trouble ever saying no to a beautiful woman. So you were rather confident that there was no way he would say no to you. Why would he?

You also weren't a stranger to the looks he would give you around the office, the glances he'd take at your ass whenever you would bend down. Or how he would stare a bit too long at your breasts if your shirt was showing an ounce of cleavage. You could only imagine what wild thoughts he had running in his mind when it came to you. Luckily, you were just about to find out…

Without a word, you pulled Javier's chair out from his desk and stood in front of him. He looked up at you in pure confusion before chuckling quietly.

"What's this all about now, sweetheart?"

You shrugged innocently with a slight smirk on your lips, slowly moving yourself into his lap and straddling him.

Javier widened his eyes slightly, his look of confusion turning into surprise as he watched you straddle his lap. Instinctively, he grabbed onto your hips while he looked up at you. He remained silent, expecting you to be the first to speak, to explain yourself and these sudden actions of yours.

"You know, Mr. Peña…" You whispered seductively in his ear, your hands wandering up his chest. His grip on your hips tightened, "If you would be able to help me out here, maybe I'll be able to help you out too…"

Javier leaned back in his seat, rubbing his thumbs into your thighs while staring up at you, "Is that so?" He mumbled, taking a quick glance at your cleavage. You could already feel his hard cock pressing against your inner thigh. That certainly didn't take too long.

You maintained eye contact as you nodded your head slowly, moving your hand down to his crotch to grab him through his pants.

Javier gasped at the contact, which was quickly followed by a groan and a shake of his head, "Fuck. You don't know what you've been doing to me, baby girl."

You remained silent while palming him deliberately slowly through his pants before you started to grind against him, moving your hand out of the way. That wasn’t needed anymore.

Javier moaned quietly as he soothingly rubbed your hips up and down, staring at you intently.

"You've done nothing but piss me off these last two weeks." You told him, "You have no idea how difficult it is wanting to smack you and fuck you all at the same time."

Javier chuckled as he stared at you, lust clouding his vision, "Like I've told you, you need patience. Haven't you heard good things come to those who wait?" He lowered his voice, grabbing your chin with his index finger and thumb to make you look at him.

Your lips slightly parted, staring into his deep brown eyes. While your intentions were to get what you wanted out of this, you couldn't deny the fact that you’ve thought about him in this way before. 

There was no doubt to anyone that he was a good looking man. 

You always found yourself staring at his ass when he wore those jeans that were a little too tight on him. Or you would always imagine what it would be like for him to eat you out as if you were his last meal on death row. There might have been a time or two where you touched yourself at night to the thought of him. This was a win-win situation for you. 

Javier gripped onto your hips tightly, helping you grind against him, moving your hips back and forth slowly on his hard bulge. You moved your little black skirt off to the side, revealing your pink lacy panties that you wore just for him.

Javier groaned when he saw them, his fingertips digging into your skin, "All this for me, baby girl? Fuck…” He shook his head, devouring every inch of your body with his eyes.

You laughed quietly and smirked, leaning in close to whisper in his ear, "I'm all yours… daddy…" 

The moment you used that name, it was like a switch flipped in Javier. The look of lust in his eyes intensified, and he immediately stood up, picking you up by the waist as he did so.

You gasped when he spun you around and roughly bent you over his desk, his fingers still gripped in place on your hips.

"You have no damn idea what you're doing to me, baby." Javier shook his head and quickly pulled down your skirt.

He bit his lip and stayed silent for a moment as he admired your ass, grabbing a fist full and squeezing it gently, "You're so damn beautiful. Always imagined what was under these tight little skirts of yours." He whispered, his heart beating fast in his chest. His cock throbbed in his tight pants as he stared at you.

He wanted to fuck you right away, but he tried to have patience. He wanted to have fun with you first. After all, good things come to those who can wait.

You were already soaked. The way he spoke to you, held you, bent you over his desk, you could only imagine how he would fuck you.

Javier leaned forward, pressing kisses from your ear lobe down to your neck. His kisses were warm and needy. You could tell that he was trying his best to keep control of himself.

"Tell me what you need, darling." He whispered in your ear, massaging your hips.

At this point, you were so wet that you didn't care if you were still nothing but his pretty little assistant after this. All you wanted, all you needed, was him inside of you. You just couldn't believe that it took you this long to make the first move.

"You… I need you." You moaned almost pathetically.

Javier chuckled quietly and gave you a quick slap to the ass, causing you to jump slightly in his grasp, followed by a desperate moan. He rubbed the red spot slowly and soothingly, "Ask me nicely." He whispered in your ear, gently nibbling on your sensitive earlobe.

"Please, daddy. I need you inside of me." You let out a whine, pushing your ass up against his bulge, trying to get as much friction as he would allow.

"Mmm, much better." Javier groaned as he palmed your ass with his hand.

He let go of you for a split second to undo his belt, slinging it off in the blink of an eye. You didn't even know if you were impressed or repulsed by how experienced he was. But you were too horny to care. You were just aroused that he knew what he was doing. He was going to make sure that you would have trouble walking out of his office after he was done with you.

Javier pulled his pants down and slipped off his underwear with ease before he pushed your panties off to the side.

He teased your folds slowly, groaning when he felt just how wet you were for him. He slipped a finger in easily, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he did so. One finger gradually became two as he swirled his digits inside of you.

"So damn wet for me, baby girl," Javier whispered, curling his fingers inside of you.

You nodded quickly and moaned as he kept his fingers inside while rubbing your clit with his thumb, "Just for you, daddy." You moaned out as he rubbed you expertly with his fingers.

"That's right… Such a good fucking girl for daddy." Javier whispered and smirked before pulling his fingers out of you, the emptiness leaving you cold and bare

However, the coldness didn't last long as he grabbed onto his dick, pressing it up to your entrance. His pre cum mixed with yours as he swirled his tip on your opening.

You could tell just by the size of his tip that he was big. It was thick, girthy. It gave you the slightest hint of nervousness. But that quickly went away when he easily slipped in the tip of his cock.

You moaned softly as your lips parted, your eyes fluttering shut. You wanted more of him. You had already waited two weeks. You didn't know how much more waiting you could take. He fit inside of you easily, your wetness allowing him to slide right in.

Javier kept the tip of his dick inside of you, taking it nice and slow as he enveloped your warmth, "You're taking me so well, baby." He whispered, soothingly massaging your hips.

"More. I need more, Javi." You moaned, pushing your ass back against him to try and get more of what you wanted. But the second you did, Javier pulled back slightly and shook his head.

"Try again." He insisted, giving a quick and light smack to your ass.

"Please, daddy. I need you to fuck me." You begged.

Javier hummed in satisfaction and smirked when he heard you, thrusting into you before you could even convey a second thought.

You gasped and moaned louder than you intended, thanking god that there wasn't anybody else in the building. It was just the two of you. You were free to be as loud as you wanted. Javier loved hearing you be so vocal. Mainly because you were usually the quiet one around the office. You rarely said anything other than a simple hello or goodbye. He never would have thought you had it in you.

He was huge, and you weren't surprised. If he could act like a big dick sometimes, you weren't shocked that he had one. He stretched you out nicely, a deep moan emerging from his chest when he felt your walls pulse against his cock.

"God, you're such a good fucking girl, taking me so well." Javier groaned as he kept a steady pace, fucking you with ease. It was almost as if your body was made for him. The thought turned him on even more, how well you took him.

Javier squeezed and rubbed your hips as he kept a steady pace. You already felt amazing no matter what he did, what position you were in, or what pace he was going. So, he wanted to focus on you. He wanted you to feel good. He wanted you to be screaming out his name and begging for more. You were his priority.

There had been countless nights since he met you when he had been fantasizing about this exact moment. Having you bent up over his desk, your ass pressed up against him while his dick filled you up.

"F-Faster…" You moaned out breathlessly, begging for more, "Please."

Javier smirked when he heard you and instantly fulfilled your wishes, quickening up his pace. He leaned over you slightly, and you could feel his staggered breaths against your bare skin. 

He placed gentle, wet kisses along the nape of your neck. His breaths became uneven as his thrusts grew deeper and faster with each motion. 

"You're doing so well for me, baby girl. Fuck." Javier groaned quietly, his hands roaming every inch and crevice of your ass, taking a handful and kneading your plump cheek with the palm of his hand.

His cock throbbed inside of you, feeling the way you squeezed around him so perfectly. He couldn't believe that he waited this long to finally make you his.

"Faster, daddy. I need more. Fuck, please." You whimpered.

Gripping onto your thighs with need, Javier quickened his thrusts per your request. Every little aspect about you drove him insane. How well you were taking him, how much you wanted him, how you begged and begged for more of him. It was like you knew the perfect buttons to press to make him lose control.

"Darling, shit…" Javier grunted, moving his hips faster and faster. He watched as your ass would press against him and the way your tits would bounce over his desk each time he thrust into you again and again, over and over.

He reached a hand over, beginning to rub your clit. He wanted to, no, needed to, watch you crumble under his touch. He wanted to see you pushed over the edge, begging and crying out to him for more, more, more.

He kept rhythm with his thrusts as he rubbed your clit slowly, just enough to maintain that perfect rhythm.

Javier was close. There was sweat beading on his forehead, and his breathing was becoming uneven. He knew that he could lose control at any moment, but he held himself back for the time being. He wanted to put you as the priority first. He was determined to make you cum. He needed to see you let go for him, moaning out about how good he was making you feel.

"I'm so close…" You whined, your mind getting foggier and foggier by the second, "Need you, daddy. Need you so bad."

Those were the magic words for Javier. You didn't need to tell him twice. He let out a guttural moan as he shoved himself deeper into you, watching the way your body would twitch and shudder whenever he hit that perfect spot.

Your mind felt as though it were somewhere else when you finally succumbed to your climax. Your legs trembled over the desk, thanking god that Javier was behind you and holding you in place. You feared you would have stumbled over otherwise.

Strings of moans filled the room as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

He watched you with a smirk on his face before leaning his head back, finally giving himself permission to let himself go. He was already holding himself back for far too long. Squeezing onto your hips tightly, he thrust into you one last time, rough and quick as he released long, warm ropes of his cum inside of you.

"Fuck, baby girl." His voice was low and shaky, holding onto your hips for dear life. He bowed his head for a moment, taking a second to catch his breath and recompose himself while not daring to let go of you. He fondled your hips soothingly, making sure that you were alright before he carefully pulled out of you.

You closed your eyes as you remained bent over the table, trying to catch your breath while coming down from your high. Now you know how Javier got his reputation. You already wanted more of him. You craved the feeling of him inside of you again. You were already determined to make sure that there would be a next time. He was worse than a drug. You needed more of him. And you didn't want to wait long.

You heard Javier fumble with his belt from behind you, and you slowly turned around, your legs still wobbly from your previous activities. Leaning back against the desk, you watched as he buttoned his shirt back up and fixed himself up to present as if nothing ever happened between you, all while you were still standing there in the nude with your hair a mess.

He looked into your eyes and chuckled quietly with a smirk on his lips, almost as if he was admiring a piece of art, his masterpiece.

Slowly, he took a step closer to you and gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear to get a better look into your eyes. His smirk turned into a soft smile, the smile reaching his eyes as he stared at you for a second longer.

He leaned in closer to you, his lips just brushing over your own with his nose pressed up against yours. Your lips parted, your breath mixing with his as you anticipated your lips meeting. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to taste more of him.

He tilted his head slowly, nudging your nose with his. His hand found its way to your waist as he gently pulled you in closer to him. Your heart was racing in your chest, your lips tingling in anticipation.

"I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart," Javier whispered against your lips before pulling away, making you ache for more.

You watched, baffled, as Javier walked off while tugging his suit coat back on. Your lips were still parted, trying to find the words to say. You hated to admit it, but Javier Peña left you speechless.

Javier chuckled quietly when he saw your puzzled reaction, "Have a good night." He whispered, throwing you a playful wink before walking out of his office and closing the door behind him.

You were left alone, stunned. He had really just left you like that after fucking you like it was nothing. You snickered quietly to yourself and leaned back against the desk, still trying to catch your breath from your previous activities.

You weren't sure what had just happened between the two of you or what, if anything, you achieved by doing so. But one thing was for sure; you couldn't wait to clock into work tomorrow morning.

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Just finished the outline for the next part of Love is in the Air… yall ain’t ready for the angst that’s coming😭

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Why couldn’t they just let him drink his little coffee and be old.

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Desperately need Pedro to do more helmetless Din promo shots for the movie.

This man + that armour = 🥵🥵

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...would we want another part of Love is in the Air?? Been thinking about it can't lie