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“Too old” pt 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

(you can read as a stand alone)

part 1 here Joel’s Masterlist here

Summary: It’s been days since Joel and you slept together for the first time, and now he’s pretending it never happened.

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, age gap, unprotected piv, grinding, oral (f!receiving) (m!receiving) reader teases joel about his age a lot.

A/N: you don’t really need to read previous part if you only here for the smut.

It had been four days since you shared that night with Joel. Since he’d split you open on your couch. Completely animalistic, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.

And now, he was acting as if nothing ever happened—fully ignoring you every time you walked past him. His gaze would drop to the floor, and he wouldn’t say a word when you greeted him. Acting colder than ever.

You were confused in a way you hadn’t been before. You were sure he’d enjoyed what you both did that night, he’d told you so, and you had seen it in his eyes, felt it in his body. So why was he acting this way now? You had thought things would be different, that they’d change after he opened up to you like that. You thought that night would shift everything for good, but instead, it felt like it was all slipping away.

Maybe that’s all you were to him—a quick release on a night he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He got what he wanted, and now, he was gone. Maybe he even regretted it.

That evening, you walked past his house. He was sitting on the porch steps, working on a saddle. His hands were steady, but his posture was unusually restless. You could feel his tension in the air, a heaviness that didn’t belong. He couldn’t shake the memory of that night with you—the warmth of your body beneath his, the sound of your moans in his ear. He didn’t know what to do with himself, felt so goddamn conflicted, cause how could such a pretty young thing like you be the best he’d ever had? Being with you felt so right, so damn good, but there was a voice in the back of his head telling him it was wrong. That he didn’t deserve someone like you. He was too old, too much baggage—too inappropriate for you.

You hesitated, unsure whether to keep walking or stop and say something. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey, cowboy,” you said softly.

He didn’t respond—just grunted in acknowledgment. But his eyes didn’t leave your body, roaming over you, travelling all over your body, remembering the way you’d looked with no clothes on.

“What’ya working on?” you asked, taking slow, cautious steps toward him as though you were approaching a scared animal, unsure if he might run.

He lifted the saddle he was repairing up in his hands, his touch running over the leather, careful and skilled. But he didn’t say a word.

“Did the cat eat your tongue? Such a shame… I remember you were so good with it,” you teased, a cocky smirk tugging at your lips as you tried to provoke him, curious to see how long it would take to get a reaction.

“Just workin’ on this old saddle. Damn thing’s seen better days,” he muttered, his voice rough. He was trying to resist your taunts, but you could see it in his eyes—he knew exactly what you were doing.

You stood there for a moment, both of you silent. The only sounds were his hands moving over the leather, the faint rustle of fabric, and his breath, shallow and tense.

“So, are we just gonna pretend you weren’t balls-deep inside me a few nights ago?” you asked bluntly.

He nearly dropped the saddle, his eyes widening with surprise, but his face twisted into a mix of shock and annoyance. “Jesus Christ, woman, ain’t got no damn filter on your mouth, do ya?”

“You didn’t mind it the other night, Joel,” you said, your voice dripping with confidence. You had one goal now—to make him fall again.

“That doesn’t goddamn mean you gotta go running that mouth about it like it’s some casual street chat,” he growled, a low huff escaping his lips as he cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual gruff composure.

“That’s a shame,” you said, pouting. “’Cause I kinda liked you balls-deep inside me.”

He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on the saddle as he fought to keep himself from reacting too visibly to your words, his mind raced back to that night. Damn you and your stupid mouth—he could still feel it, that hunger between you, and it made him ache.

“We can pretend nothing happened if you want, Joel,” you said softly, in that sweet innocent voice you used sometimes, but Joel knew it was far from innocent.

He muttered something under his breath about stubborn women and loud mouths, but deep down, he didn’t want to pretend. Not at all.

“I can pretend I didn’t love the way your cock felt inside me,” you whispered, moving closer, your lips nearly grazing his ear.

“Shut your damn mouth ‘fore someone hears,” he grunted, his hands shaking as he tried to focus on the saddle, but every nerve in his body was desperate to ignore it. The tension was unbearable. He needed to avoid giving in to the urges that were consuming him.

He felt his pants getting tighter, and you noticed the bulge straining in his jeans, growing more prominent, his thick cock throbbing against his pants, like a wild animal desperate to come out.

And couldn’t help but tease. “Pretend I don’t still remember your head buried between my thighs… never seen a man so hungry, Joel. Are you always this hungry, or was it just because of me?”

“Maybe you were just too goddamn delicious…” he growled, breath labored, his voice low with restraint. The image of you was consuming him, and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back from doing something really stupid.

“I know, but yeah, let’s just totally pretend that never happened, Joel,” you said, your fingers lightly tracing his chest, moving downward, reaching his groin, and barely tracing the outlines of his manhood through his jeans.

“You’re a wicked woman,” he muttered, a frustrated groan slipping from his lips as he grabbed your wrist, gently pushing your hand away, trying to keep his composure. “Goddamn you.”

“I thought you liked it, Joel. I mean, look how big and hard it is for me,” you teased, licking your bottom lip before biting it, a smile spreading across your face. “I’m kind of salivating right now.”

He let go of your wrist, his hand moving to your thigh. His touch was soft, yet possessive, his fingers trailing upward, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Goddamn, you’re a pain in the ass…”

“You love it, don’t even try to fool yourself. I’ve been thinking about this every night when I touch myself, have you?” you said, slowly tracing the outline of his bulge through his jeans, just a playful touch that was enough to make him groan.

“You got no goddamn idea, darlin’… you tasted like sweet honey. Like nothing I’ve ever had before…” He leaned in, his nose brushing against your neck, his voice a low growl against your skin.

“Come on, Miller. Take me to your bed.”

His eyes darkened, the intensity in them unmistakable. He was just a man, and there was only so much he could take.His hand intertwined with yours and without another word, he stood, pulling you along with him, his hand gripping yours. The saddle, forgotten, was left behind as he led you into the house and towards his bedroom.

The door slammed shut behind you, and before you could even think, he had you pinned against the wall. His big body held you captive, his hands moving to your waist, holding you there. He couldn’t control himself any longer, and he kissed you fiercely, his lips claiming yours as if he’d been starved for it. The kiss a desperate tangle of lips and tongue, he was taking what he’d been missing for days.

“Missed these lips, babygirl,” he muttered into your mouth.

His hands slid up your body, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt. With one swift motion, he pulled it over your head, tossing it carelessly aside. His eyes drank in the sight of you, taking in the sight of your bare tits. His large hands cupping your breasts. At first, his touch was tender, reverent, as if your tits were the most precious gift sent from heaven, but then desperation took over, and his hands were rough, possessive as he kneaded one breast with one hand, his mouth moved to lap on the other, his tongue swirling over your nipple, nibbling on it, sending jolts of pleasure through your body that had you gasping for air.

He spun you around, as if you weighed nothing, and you were facing the wall. Then, in a move that left you breathless, he dropped to his knees.

“Bend down a little for me, baby. Yeah, like that,” he said, his voice gruff, commanding.

You obeyed immediately, his hands stripping your pants off in one quick motion, leaving them tugged down your ankles. His fingers pushed aside your panties, spreading your cheeks wide open as his gaze lingered on the sight of your soaked slit, dripping now with your slick down your thighs .

“Well, look at that. You’re so damn easy to get wet, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His face hovered over your core, taking in the glorious sight of you, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Only for my old man,” you breathed, the ache between your legs nearly unbearable.

“Gonna take real good care of my girl,” he muttered, his tongue tracing a slow, torturous stripe up your slit. He groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your ass to keep you in place.

Not a second later, he was sucking gently, his lips and tongue working against your pussy, giving little suctions to your clit. You leaned your forehead against the wall for support, gasping for breath.

“Oh, Jesus, Joel!” you cried out, your voice trembling as the pleasure surged through you. “I swear to god you’ve… you’ve got a doctorate in eating pussy, fuck.”

He let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin as he continued to feast on you, his tongue swirling over your core. His hands dug into your thighs, holding you in place, his own breathing ragged as he devoured you.

“Just hush, darlin’… and lemme focus… Need to concentrate on this pretty, needy cunt of yours.”

His tongue moved faster, applying more pressure to your clit as he worked you over, each stroke sending you closer to the edge.

He rejoiced in the scent and the taste of you, and in the loud moans that escaped your mouth everytime he lapped harder on your pussy.

The feeling of his mouth on you, his hands holding you so firmly, pushed you to the brink.

“Fuck, Joel… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, feeling yourself unravel under the weight of his touch.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled, the pressure against your clit making it impossible to hold on.

“Ngggh, Joel,” you whimpered, feeling him devour you like a starved man. “Oh, JoelJoelJoel…”

You cried out as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body spasmed around his mouth, your pussy tightening around nothing, and all you could feel was the intense satisfaction flooding your body.

You turned around, watching him kneeled on the floor before you. His beard, lips, and nose were glossy, covered in your sticky fluids.

“How are those knees holding up, old man?” you teased, a sly grin on your lips.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be smug, darlin’,” he said, smirking. “I just wrecked you.”

“Yeah, you did. And now it’s my turn,” you offered him your hand to help him up. He took it, rising to his feet with a little groan. You guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, standing between his legs. You turned, grinding your ass softly against his crotch.

“Fuuuuuck,” he grunted. “You’re gonna tease me like that?”

“This is for leaving me alone for days, Joel. Not nice, not nice at all.”

You moved your hips low enough to give him a little contact against his confined cock, but not enough to give him the friction he so desperately wanted.

“M’sorry, darlin’. I was a right dick,” he apologized, his voice almost a whimper. “Please, babygirl, I need you.”

“You’re so hard… Bet you’re leaking all over your boxers right now,” you said, grinding your ass harder against him, pushing it down, keeping him so close to the edge but not giving him what he really craved. “Are you gonna cum all in your pants, old man?”

His lip twitched, his resolve faltering. “I hate you… I… fuck—,” he groaned, almost in a cry.

You turned around, kneeling between his legs. “Mmm, don’t cry. I’ll give you what you want now.”

His face flushed, his mind hazy with need. He tried to regain control, but it was a losing battle, the image of you on your knees, waiting for him, filled his mind.

There was a huge wet stain on his jeans from all the precum leaking from his tip while you teased him. Wasting no more time, because you were cruel enough already, you undid his pants with ease. He shifted his hips, letting you pull them down.

His grey boxers were soaked, darkened with wetness. You palmed him through the fabric, feeling the sticky warmth. His breath hitched, his thighs shaking, counting the seconds before he could have his cock shoved down your throat.

When you pulled down his boxers, his rock-hard dick nearly slapped you in the face, standing proud and thick against his stomach, completely covered in his precum. His tip was flushed red, veins pulsing, almost angry like a beast needing to be tamed.

You gave him a soft kiss on the mushroom head of his cock, making him shiver, before your tongue darted out, giving a gentle lick all over the good eight inches of it. You traced the veins, savoring the salty taste of him.

He shifted uncomfortably, growing more relentless. Finally, you took him in your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you tried to take him fully—at least as much as you could. The heat of your mouth enveloped him, and the world around him faded. All he could focus on was the pleasure you were giving him.

“Oh, that’s it, babygirl,” he moaned, his voice thick. “Feels nice… keep goin’… slow now, take it easy.”

His hand moved to the back of your head, gently gripping your hair to keep it out of your face. His eyes never left your mouth, watching you take him in, how his cock disappeared inside your mouth.

You delicately cupped his balls in your hands, soaked with the drool dripping from your mouth. You gave them a little massage, kneading and gripping them, he was loving the ticklish sensation.

“Shit, you’re so good… such a good girl… so damn good for me.”

His hips jerked upward, thrusting gently into your mouth. Not too much to make you gag, but enough to encourage you to take more. You complied, taking him deeper, until his tip was pressing against the back of your throat. You let him set the rhythm, focusing on pleasing him.

“Fuck… I’m gon’ cum,” he gasped, his voice breaking into a whimper. “You gonna swallow it, baby? Gonna swallow all I give you?”

You took him out of your mouth with a filthy pop. He groaned, his cock twitching at the sudden loss of sensation.

“Not yet, Joel,” you said with a wicked grin.

“You’re evil,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Goddamn, you’re evil.”

You quickly climbed onto his lap, straddling him and kissing him hard. Both of your tongues fought for dominance. He grabbed your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, positioning you right above his cock.

He pushed himself into you, his body overwhelmed by the sensation of your tightness. The heat, the friction, it nearly undid him instantly, forcing a ragged moan from his throat. You sobbed at the way his length stretched you, painfully and yet deliciously. You felt as if you were being split open by him, but you wouldn’t dream of asking him to slow down.

Lost in the moment, Joel’s body trembled as he pulled almost completely out before pushing back in, each thrust deeper and harder.

“Joel… I can’t—”

“You can take it, baby. You took it so well for me the other night, just relax for me” he panted, his voice breaking as he struggled to hold it together. “Oh, you feel so good, so tight and hot around me, it’s killing me.”

You relaxed, your walls adjusting to his size, stretched enough and taking him beautifully now. His groan was almost animalistic as his body moved against yours. His voice, thick with desire, rasped in your ear.

“Ride me, darlin’… I wanna watch you ride me,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Ride this cock like you own it.”

He moaned as you began to move, your hips rolling in circles. One of his hands gripped your hips, guiding you and helping you find a steady rhythm, as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust.

“God… feels so good…” he grunted.

“Like this, Joel?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He was loving it.

“Yes, darlin’… just like that… you look so damn good ridin’ me,” he said, nodding desperately.

He moaned as his grip on your hips tightened, need and desire taking over as he started to slowly push upwards slightly, matching your movements, thrusting into you.

“Tell me… tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had, Joel,” you teased, your confidence growing. You wanted to hear him say it.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had… shit, you’re so goddamn good… never had a pussy like this…” he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

With a guttural growl, he pulled you close, his hands holding your hips almost punishingly hard, his body trembling as he lost himself to the sensation of you, riding him, using him, taking him the way you needed him.

“Oh, it feels so good, Joel… you’re amazing,” you cried, bouncing on him, your clit grinding against his base, adding another layer of pleasure.

“Yes… use me how you want, baby. Take all your pleasure from me… I’m yours,” he panted, lost in you.

His thumb found your clit, rubbing it with precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

He was fighting to hold on, to give you what you needed, but the sensations and the sight of you riding him were too much.

“Come on now, pretty girl… cum for me… cum around my cock, squeeze it tight,” he groaned.

You kept moving, long strokes that had him pushing up against your g-spot with every drag. Feeling your body start to tremble and give up on you, the tension in your stomach finally snapped, and you came with a loud moan, clenching around his cock as your body spasmed.

Joel felt every ounce of it. Your body, your touch, the way you clung to him as you reached your climax. It was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself getting closer, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge.

With one last rough movement, he pulled out, throwing you onto the bed. He shoved your hips and ass up, taking advantage of the angle, sinking into you with one powerful thrust. Your face pressed against the pillow, and your body screamed in exhaustion and overstimulation, this new position made Joel dive deeper into you, and you could feel every inch of him, crying out loud at the sensation. But you loved the feeling of him inside you.

He tried to hold on, to prolong the moment, but it was impossible, not when you felt so good, not when he needed his release so bad now.

“Fuck… I’m so close…” he grunted, his body tense. “Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere… anywhere you want, Joel,” you cried through muffled sobs.

With a guttural cry, he finally let go. Pulling his cock out of you with his hand, watching his cum shoot out of it, painting your lower back and your ass with hot, sticky white streaks. He knew that cumming inside you wasn’t a risk he could allow himself to make everytime you two did this.

He groaned lowly, his body boneless and trembling collapsing against the mattress, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his release.

“God damn, darlin’… you nearly killed me,” he said, voice hoarse.

You turned to look at him, a sly smile on your lips. “Too much for that old body to handle?”

He grinned. “If I remember correctly, you were the one cryin’ just a minute ago.”

You laughed softly, letting him pull you close, your head resting on his chest and your body molding to his, fitting against him like you belonged there. His arms wrapped around you, his hand gently tracing up and down your back absently.

“That was amazing, Joel,” you said softly. “I didn’t even know it could feel that good.”

He nodded, satisfied, a contented hum escaping him. The exhaustion was creeping up on him, but he was happy. He felt content, better than he had in ages.

“You gonna ignore me tomorrow and pretend this didn’t happen?” you asked, a hint of sadness creeping into your voice.

“I mean it when I said I was sorry. I guess I just got scared,” he whispered, his lips brushing your hair. “I’m not good at this whole being vulnerable thing, if you haven’t noticed”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah, no shit.”

“But I do like you a lot,” he admitted. “And I like this. Shit— it’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a real long time.”

You smiled, kissing his chest. “Then what is it? The age thing?”

“Partly, yeah. The fact that I’m older than you. You deserve someone better, someone younger, better looking, not some old sack of bones who—”

“Old sack of bones can keep it up like a champ and can fuck me better than any stupid boy in this town,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear another word about him being too old for you for such superficial reasons like looks. “And he’s better looking than all of them combined.”

He couldn’t help but grin, shaking his head in quiet defeat. “It’s still hard for me, this whole… romantic, opening-up thing. It’s been too long. I’ve lost too many people.” His voice dipped low, tinged with a sadness that clung to the edges of his words.

“You’re not the only one who’s lost people, Joel,” you replied softly, your fingertips brushing lazy circles on his chest. “But I think we’ve got something real here. I’m not asking for a ring or anything… but I don’t like when you disappear on me. When you act like none of this matters. It hurt.”

“I know,” he said, his thumb sweeping slow arcs along your back, his voice thick with regret. “I was an ass—more than usual. I just…” He paused, pulling you a little closer, like his arms alone could shield you from how clumsy he was with emotions. “I won’t do it again.”

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Let’s just take it slow. I like being with you. You like being with me. That’s all it can be for now. Nothing more.”

He hummed in agreement, content, and maybe a little relieved. He almost couldn’t believe how comfortable he felt with you in his arms, like you fit against him just right.

He pulled the blankets up over both of you, his arm tightening around your waist. Then he pressed a kiss to your temple though you could feel in the tension of his body that he was still holding something back, still terrified of getting used to this, of how badly he wanted it.

“You better rest those hips before they give out, old man,” you teased, smirking against his skin.

He huffed a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “My hips are fine, darlin’. You’re the one who’s gonna be needin’ the ice packs tomorrow.”

“Oh, look at you—getting cocky now, Miller,” you laughed.

His fingers trailed slowly down the curve of your body, pausing at your hip. “Ain’t cocky if it’s the truth. Hard not to be when I had you screamin’ like that.”

You snorted softly, swatting at his chest. “And you loved every second of it.”

“Damn right I did,” he said, voice rough with sleep and satisfaction. His hand lingered at your waist, possessive and warm. “Now shut up and go to sleep. Your old man needs his rest.”

Your old man.

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