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misspearly1 · 1 year
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Hush
Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader) 
Summary: There are many benefits to renting an apartment with your best friend; you can split the cost of bills and keep the spare cash, thus fattening your savings in the bank. The only downside however, is bringing your Texas born and raised boyfriend back to your place and trying to stay quiet when things become a little intimate between you and the man.
Keeping quiet proves to be a difficult task, especially since he can’t keep his hands off you, and when you become a little too vocal in the bedroom, well… he has to hush you. 
WC: 3.9k
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. TLOU AU; the outbreak never happened in this story. Established Relationship. Date Night in the city. Teasing/Flirting. Kissing. Hand Holding. Smut. References of Public Sex/Foreplay. Mentions of Oral Sex. Unprotected PIV Sex (wrap it up irl folks). Rough Bathroom Sex. Joel holding his hand over Readers mouth to keep her quiet. Squirting. Soft aftercare and lots of Fluff. If I have missed anything in the warnings, please don’t hesitate to call it out, thanks! 
AN: Oh, how I miss writing oneshots for this sexy fella. I really enjoyed this one, my loves. I hope you like it as well. 🥰
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Living in the heart of Austin, Texas wasn’t your first choice, hell, it wasn’t even your second choice, but you’ve lived in the city for five years now and there’s a lot of things you're going to miss when you eventually move out of your apartment and buy your first house. 
You’ll miss the serenity of waking up before everyone else and walking to work when the streets are almost bare and light with traffic. It’s calm and pleasant during those hours of the morning, and you’ll miss visiting all of your local cafes and coffee shops too, especially the owners and workers you’ve become friends with since you’re one of their regulars. You’ll miss living with your roommate too and all the things you’ve grown to love here.
Venturing out into the city on a Friday evening however, is not something you are going to miss. It’s what you consider to be the busiest day of the week since people are finishing work and heading into the weekend with a lot of steam and wild energy to blow off. Even though the nightlife of Austin has only just begun, you’re glad to be heading home to escape the mayhem. It’s much too busy for your comfort. You feel claustrophobic and suffocated.
The sidewalks are flooded with a slow-moving stream of pedestrians, the restaurants and clubs thronging with partygoers spilling out the doorways - their chatter, screaming or fighting deafening your ears - and the pavement you walk along is wet and sticky from spilled booze and food.
Oh yeah. This won't be missed, you thought with slight disgust. The streets will be cleaned tomorrow morning, but it’s a shame to see them so messy and littered with trash. Frankly, you would have much preferred to stay home this evening, but what brought you outside this busy Friday night was the guy you’re seeing - who is currently opening a cab door for you both to climb inside and make a swift getaway.
The night might have just begun for some people in the city, but yours is coming to a blissful end, and after you had practically thrown yourself into the backseat, eager to get home and relax, he jumped in after you with the same sense of enthusiasm and gave the cab driver your address instead of his, thus making you turn to look at him with a quizzical expression. “My place tonight?” You asked, a surprised tone in your voice. 
“Yeah,” Joel replies keenly. “Tommy and Sarah will be asleep now. I don’t wanna wake 'em up and besides, your place is closer,” he adjusts his seating position to better suit his comfort by wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you into his side. “Is that okay with you, babydoll?” he asks, his voice softened with affection, and even if it wasn’t ok with you, that thick southern drawl of his would make it ok. You nod softly with a small smile on your lips, “Mhm. Yeah, that’s perfectly fine with me,” you whispered. 
Upon noticing the way you were lustfully gazing at him, he mirrors your little smile and winks, the flirty gesture making your cheeks heat up with flattery. He reaches out to place his finger on your chin, keeping you in place as he leans in slowly and closes the gap. It was a chaste peck on your lips, yet it was electrifying. The way he looked back at you, his eyes honeyed with desire and passion, sparked an arousing sensation in your core. You were turned on rather quickly. It didn’t take much and it’s all because of a simple gesture, but Joel knows how to make you feel horny in the most uncomplicated ways. 
You feel happy in his presence tonight - you always do - but more happy than you’ve ever felt before. Since you’ve been dating the man for six months now and have slept together plenty during that time, it’s abundantly clear that he’s still into you and isn’t looking for something casual. Despite the fact that he did tell you from the beginning that he’s not looking for a fling, you always take those words with a pinch of salt from guys, never fully trusting that they’re being serious to save yourself the heartbreak later down the line. You like to think that actions speak louder than words, and so far, Joel’s actions have been loud and clear on how he feels about you. 
As he turns away to look out the window and watch the sidewalk crammed with people pass by, you watch the ample glow of neon lights gliding across his face, the pretty colors highlighting his handsome features gracefully. His date night attire was pleasing to look at also. He wore a clean black fitted shirt, long sleeved but the fabric was neatly folded up his arms, and the top two buttons of his shirt were left open which generously displayed the sexy distinct veins in his neck, the cut off point of his summer tan and the hair nestled at the top of his chest. The dark blue jeans and belt really tied his outfit together though, accentuating his tall and muscular build. He looked really good, and all of the men and women who turned their heads to eye him up tonight would agree. 
Joel is older than you, not to a great extent, but you sometimes wonder if all men age like fine wine or if it’s just him. You’ve seen pictures of him in his younger days and he was good looking back then too. Having said that though, it came as quite a shock to even find him on a dating app all those months ago. Suppose you have his daughter and his brother to thank for pushing him back into the dating world otherwise your paths wouldn’t have crossed together. You wouldn’t be here right now feeling his calloused fingertips caressing your knee, his hand threatening to travel up your bare leg and disappear under your skirt at any given second. You see that little smirk on his face, the corner of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly with the filthy thought of fingering you in the backseat of a cab. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something so sexually audacious and it won’t be the last either. 
Joel’s personality is generally rather reserved and private overall. He has to connect with someone before opening up to show everything about himself; all the good, the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities too. It didn’t just happen overnight with you or after the first date. It took time for him to reach the level of comfortability and openness where he’s at right now, and you’re most grateful for it because he’s more than just his good looks. He’s a big softie and a gentle giant, a family man who is protective, kind and compassionate. He has many features besides his appearance that you adore so much, and while you still admire all those pretty coloured neon lights gliding across his handsome face, you think highly of everything else about the man too. Flaws and all, including the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities. 
Your deep train of thought comes to a halt with the cab pulling up outside your apartment block; it was situated right on the shores of Lady Bird Lake and just a five minute walk away from the Texas State Capitol. This location is divine, perfectly placed in the city where it isn’t too noisy nor too quiet, and you like that balance. You’ll miss your apartment, but Scarlett Nicholson is someone you’ll miss most of all. She is your best friend and roommate. You moved in together to split the cost of bills and help each other save up enough money to move out someday, and considering you’ve both amassed enough savings, that might be any day now. 
After beating Joel to the chance of paying the cab driver, you both climbed out the car and made your way to the main entrance, the cold night-time breeze whipping between the buildings causing your skirt to lift up and expose your underwear. He grins from ear to ear at the sight of you frantically trying to cover your ass, then stands behind you and pulls you flush against his chest whilst holding your hips firmly. “Here. Let me help with that,” he said with a burgeoning excitement, his bellowing laughter tickling your neck. “Showing all yer goods to the neighbours there, doll.” 
“Only person seeing these goods is you, Joel.” You scoff jokingly. Holding onto his hands and approaching the main doors to your apartment building, the wind was still causing your skirt to lift up, but at least now your backside was concealed by his body. “Thanks for laughing at me before stepping in to help, babe. I really appreciate that,” you giggle with a modicum of chide in your tone. 
“Of course. Anytime darlin’,” he chuckles before opening the door for you. Once you were inside and out of the cold, he didn’t let you go of you and continued to walk with his chest pinned to your back, using the close proximity to place open mouthed kisses on your neck. It was a little difficult to walk properly, but you didn’t mind all that much since the hold he had over you was intoxicating. The man sucked on your skin, leaving a pretty little bruise behind whilst humping your ass exaggeratedly, the movements making your whole body bob up and down as you walk up the stairwell. He was really grinding his hips into you and it was more of a humorous gesture rather than sexual, the sight could only be described as silly and perverted.
“Joel, there are cameras here.” You warn, then throw your head back with amusement. It didn’t matter to you that there were cameras here. You didn’t care, but you did care about the possibility of someone walking down the stairwell and seeing your boyfriend acting like a man starved of your touch. He stopped with the exaggerated movements in his hips, but continued to grind into you at a subtle and barely noticeable pace. It was nice and delicate, pleasurable. 
Upon reaching the second floor and entering the corridor, you and Joel keep the noise down as you approach your apartment. As well as the fact that there are other people here and you don’t want to disturb them, Scarlett will be in bed fast asleep for work tomorrow and you don’t want to disturb her either. She awakes in the early hours of the morning just like yourself, arriving at work sometimes as early as four o’clock. Even though she probably wouldn’t mind you accidentally making too much noise, you keep in mind that the woman needs her sleep just like everyone else does. 
After unlocking your front door quietly and slipping inside with Joel, you make your way to your kitchen while he locks up for you. The apartment was in complete total darkness and Scarlett's door was shut, which only confirmed that she was indeed fast asleep and you should keep the noise down to a minimum. While you grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, Joel entered your bedroom and made himself at home. You found the man sitting on the edge of your bed, his socks and shoes already removed along with his shirt. He was in the middle of unfastening his belt before you kindly offered to do it for him. “Let me help with that,” you whispered. 
Moving across the room and placing the bottles of water and your phone on the bedside table, you watch the man lean back onto his hands and spread his legs apart, giving you more access as you kneel to the floor and nestle between his thighs. As you get into position for him, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, his hair slightly dishevelled as you reach out to open his belt. You feel his muscles tense in his thighs and hear the way his breath hitches, a soft grunt caught in the back of his throat. “You alright up there, stud?” You ask quietly, seduction rolling off your tongue. “You’re looking a little hot.” 
“Mmm. M-hm,” Joel hums deeply, not confirming nor denying your statement about the way he looks. He didn’t need to. You were right and he knows it. He was burning up under your touch, the placement of your hands directly over his crotch making the blood rush straight to his cock. You look up at him with doe-like eyes, a suggestive look in your expression as the position you’re sitting in gives you naughty ideas. “You know, while I’m down here,” you begin to say, but pause briefly when he smirks, “Do you want me to…” you poke your tongue into your cheek, then watch as he palms himself and groans softly, no doubt picturing you sucking him off. 
“I um-” he clears his throat, snapping out of his train of thought, “-I’d love that babydoll, but you know how I can get quite vocal when you…” he stops mid-sentence when noticing the slight disappointment in your eyes. You love to take care of Joel, and he knows how much to like it too, but he’s right. He can get really vocal when your mouth is stuffed full, gulping back as many loads as he can offer. The man just wants to be respectful of your roommate and neighbours, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want you. He leaned forward and the swiftness in his movements took your breath away. “Sit on my lap instead,” he offers an alternative, “Gotta stay quiet, don’t we girl?” he growls, his voice deep with hunger to feel your warmth wrapped around him, “I’ll bury my face into your tits. That’ll keep me quiet.” 
“Mmm Joel…” you bite your lip, stifling a moan, “Don’t tease me with a good time now, baby.”  
“No teasing, darlin’,” he shakes his head, his tone firm. “Get up here already,” he reaches out for you, his impatience evident in the way he sweeps you off the floor and pulls you onto his lap. The action makes you want to cry out a moan of his name, but you fight the urge and grip onto his biceps instead, steadying yourself as he drags your hips over his crotch deliberately. He pats your ass twice, silently telling you to lift up for him, which you do without hesitation and then feel him yanking his jeans down eagerly to free himself from the confines of his boxers. You physically hear his cock spring back and slap his lower stomach, the sound was audible and sexy, but now that he was free of his clothes, he turned his attention to your clothes. 
Taking your shirt off hastily along with your bra, you throw the clothing over your shoulder and reach for your skirt before he suddenly grabs your hands. “No, not that,” he whispers, then looks into your eyes, “Keep that on for me, doll. I like the way it looks on yer,” he says. You nod to him, panting slightly under your breath with anticipation as you stand up to remove your panties. They couldn’t have come off any quicker before you took a seat back on Joel’s lap, feeling his cock pressing into your slicked folds made you stifle a whine. 
He licked the tip of his fingers and coated his cock with his spit, holding you steady to notch himself at your entrance. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, and waits patiently for your answer. Joel usually spends a lot of time preparing you for the stretch, getting you ready for him with his head between your legs extracting as many orgasms as you can give, but not tonight - tonight you need him desperately.
“Yes, baby,” you breathe, nodding fervently. He eased himself inside before holding your hips with a tight grip, letting you take over and direct the pace. The breach was most enjoyable, your walls stretching open to accommodate his size as you sit down on his cock, causing the man to grunt and choke on his moans of pleasure before it inevitably became too much and he had to bury his face into your breasts.
You, on the other hand, had to bite the back of your palm, muffling all your pretty little whines and whimpers as you took him inside. His size was impressive, no matter how many times you’ve taken him before, it’s always a pleasant stretch. After you had taken him whole, still struggling to keep quiet as well as him, he was yet to pull his face away from your boobs. Joel breathed raggedly, savouring the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him and the tightness of your cunt squeezing his cock. You were soaking wet, the desire oozing out of you coating the hairs on his mound. 
He was so hot. You could feel his face burning into your chest, the sweat beginning to gather along his brow as you continued to clench around him purposely. Rocking back and forth once before coming to an abrupt stop at the sound of your bed hitting the wall, the man huffs frustratedly into chest and grabs handfuls of your ass, “Hold on,” he warns seconds before standing up with you held in his arms, the action making you gasp with pleasure. It was loud. Unintentionally loud and you instantly worried about waking up your roommate. “Hang on, darlin’. I got an idea,” he says before walking toward your bathroom. 
After carefully closing the door behind him, he moved toward the sink and sat you down on the edge, hoping the new location would muffle the noise a little better. “You good?” He asks once again before picking up where you left off. You wrap your legs around his back, pulling him into you before resting your head to his shoulder. “Yes.. God yes. Please Joel,” you beg, needing to feel him fuck you just the way you like it. He could sense that desperation in your voice and knew exactly what you were asking for. What you were really in need of.
There’s a time and a place to make love, but this isn’t that time nor the place. You want it rough, and he didn’t keep you awake any longer. Hooking his arms under your legs and locking his hands together around your back, the position bending your body to his will, he buried his chin into the nook of your neck before pulling out of your cunt, leaving only the tip inside. You braced yourself for the thrust, knowing it was going to be breath-taking.
Only it wasn’t. Instead, he damn near punched the air out of your lungs when he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion before pulling out and repeating the action. You could barely breathe and you loved it. You loved hearing his balls slapping against your ass and the deep grunts of satisfaction escaping his lips as speared into you. His voice was so broken and guttural, the sound making you mewl into his neck. 
He kept his thrust short and fast, using the hairs on his mound to stimulate your clit and bring you towards that familiar peak. It was too much, yet equally not enough at the same time. His pace was wild and untamed, as if using your pussy for his own satisfaction. You fought to stay quiet, and it was a battle that you were losing. The man quickly pulled his head back from your neck to clamp his hand over your mouth and silence your mewling cries of pleasure.
“Nnghh… much better,” he smirks, panting a praise “That’s a good fucking girl. Taking me so well, Y/N. Aren’t yer?” He asks, and you nod frantically, moaning as your cunt gushes around him. “I need yer to come for me darlin’. C’mon, you can do it.” 
Your vision begins to blur as you let go, the peak of your climax hurtling toward you so quickly that you felt light and weightless, limp in his arms. It was extreme and intense, ecstasy taking over your entire body as you felt a burst of liquid escape you, the essence of your orgasm drenching his legs.
“Fuck,” He growls, his brows knitting together tightly. “Keep soaking me, darlin’. C’mon,” he says, and continues with the punishing thrusts in and out of your cunt, drawing out every ounce of desire you could possibly give. 
The man panted and moaned victoriously, his voice resonating a heavy sense of pride to make you squirt all over him. “Oh shit, shit!” He coos pathetically, pulling out at the last second and releasing his warmth all over your pussy. You rested your head to his chest, looking down at his cock and watched him spill ropes upon ropes of his seed. It was twitching, the prominent veins along his length bulging and his balls pulling up each time he released a creamy white load. “Ohh fuuck,” he breathes and rubs the tip through your folds, smearing the mess he made. “Goddamn. That was… fuck, that was beautiful.” He lifts your head to look in your eyes, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N… Are you ok?” He asks. 
“Yeah baby,” you nod, your eyes slowly closing with exhaustion as you rest your cheek against his check. He reaches behind you and runs the tap, grabbing one of your hand towels on the rail to hold it under the water. “Give me a second. We’ll go lay down after I take care of this,” he says, bringing the wet towel between your legs to clean you off, the contact of his hand making you whine. “M’sorry, sweetheart,” he says apologetically, knowing that you're overstimulated.
After he was finished taking care of you, he wiped down his legs too and laid a couple more towels on the floor to soak up the mess before wiping it down as much as he could. He picked up the items and placed them in the laundry basket by the door, making sure the place was somewhat clean. It made you smile to watch him not only take care of you, but your apartment too.
“Thank you, handsome,” you reach out and hold his arms before moving off the countertop, the wobbly feeling in your legs making you fall into him. “Jesus. I haven’t felt like this in a little while. Walk with me babe, I don’t trust my legs right now.” You laugh bashfully, the sweet sound of your voice making the man chuckle with you.
Walking back into the bedroom with him holding you closely, he pulled the covers back on your bed and together, you climbed in. The very moment you got comfy, your phone chimed and lit up the entire room. You sighed worryingly and instantly assumed the worst. “Shit. Please say I haven’t woken you up,” you mutter under your breath, hoping that it wasn’t Scarlett texting to say that you and Joel were too noisy and now she is awake.
Grabbing your phone off the bedside cabinet and looking at the screen with a pang of guilt, you lay back into Joel’s side and show him. “Ah fuck,” he sighs with the same sense of guilt as you. It was Scarlett texting, and you unlocked your phone to read the message together. ‘Hey, gorgeous. I know it’s super late, but Jake called after you left with Joel. I’m staying at his place tonight so don’t wait up for me. Love you.’ 
Silence befell you and Joel upon reading that message. Not a single word was spoken, but the humorous little smiles on your lips as you both shook your head spoke loud and clear.
All that effort to stay quiet and she wasn’t even home to begin with.
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lynnythepynny · 1 year
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neighborhood heart-throb
tw/cw : smut || fem!reader || oral sex (fem!receiving) || praise kink || mentions of alcohol || pining || pornwplot || awkward-ish plot || joel is giving single divorced dad vibes
he’s gorgeous. 
god how does he not know it?
when you first moved in he was the first to offer his help. him and his brother came over first thing the next morning. both of them were exceptionally sweet, but you were captivated by him. those big strong arms carrying your vanity all the way to your bedroom without complaint. the veins that ran from his knuckles up to elbows. and that greying, short, fluffy hair that jus covered his forehead and kinda curled around his neck and ears.
after a long day of squeezing furniture through your front door, joel and tommy, though exhausted, had kindly refused any kind of payment except for a bit of spaghetti that you’d neatly packaged up for them both to take home. though you may have put a little more care into joel’s.
after that joel would wave to you as he packed his truck for work or when he would take a break from mowing the lawn. he bore a kind smile on his usually stern face every time, asking how you were settling in if your window was open. sometimes you would slip in a small issue just to pique his interest.
“my sink just ain’t draining right mr. miller. could ya fix it for me?”
“that storm last night just happened to take out a bit of my siding mr. miller.”
“mr. miller could you install this new shower head for me?”
of course, you could most likely figure all of those issues out yourself with your own toolbox. hell that shower head came with package instructions. he didn’t have to know that though. 
for now you’d use all the excuses possible to get him to come over. plumbing issues, renovations, even leftover dinner (which he oddly always declined). and this was no different today as you gazed out into your neighbor’s backyard. the window was open and you could just barely hear the birds singing, their beautiful trill sadly overwhelmed by the hum of that old mower. summer was certainly here in texas. the brutal sun had burnt you plenty of times over already and the grass between joel’s house and yours was growing faster than ever. 
your hands are busy in the sink, scrubbing away at a wine glass from days prior, but your eyes are busy watching his back as he pushes the lawnmower. the steaming hot water on the back of your hand brings you back to your own reality. you rinse the glass out, place it on the drying rack, and pick up a small whiskey glass in it’s place. 
tonight you’d planned on making something to cool you down. popsicles were freezing for dessert and you’d already made a batch of lemonade, but you really have absolutely no idea what to make for dinner. 
the hum of the mower grows louder as joel comes up on your window. he kicks the old machine off and grins up into your window. 
“how’re you doin tonight miss?” his sultry accent slides right off his tongue and suddenly your stomach flutters slightly. you smile and wave. 
“i’m doing just fine mr. miller, how about yourself?”
he runs a hand through his sweat-slicked hair and chuckles. “tommy’s got me workin horrible hours. had’ta beg him for a day off.” with one hand on his hip he gestures out to his finished yard, clearly exhausted, “an even then, the work never truly stops.”
you nod along sympathetically, truly upset to see the poor man so tired. you could only imagine how hard it must be, being a single dad and working for so long.
an idea sparks in your brain. 
“mr. miller,” you hum, leaning up against the window sill, “how ‘bout you come over for dinner tonight?”
his face drops and both his hands come up in front of his chest, “oh no miss, i’d hate to impose-”
“you’re not imposin’, for the millionth time.” you roll your eyes dramatically, earning a small chuckle from joel, “just come on over after you put sarah to bed. i’ll make dinner and you can relax.”
joel seems to contemplate the idea for a moment, scratching his scruffy cheeks in thought. you watch, your hands white knuckling the whiskey glass, fearful that you'll receive another polite rejection.
a puff of air blows from between his lips as he finally relents. 
“alright, i s’pose i’ll be over tonight.”
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giddy didn't even begin to explain your current feelings. you were ecstatic, over the moon, befuddled, but also, simply anxious as many people are when they host a dinner at their home, especially for somebody they admire.
you stand in front of your fridge a few hours later, robe wrapped tight around your waist with a towel still on your head. joel still hasn't text back telling you what he wants to eat. 
he didn’t look like much of a soup or stew man. you think maybe he would be a griller. all dads are right? and he had told you he was a hunter before. but you don't have a grill and the only meat you currently have is a package of chicken breasts anyways, which you can't see yourself doing much with if you did even own a grill. 
*ping*
your eyes catch the message on your screen before it fades 
i’ll eat whatever you make. i liked your pasta.
perfect. 
you grab the chicken, a package of frozen noodles, and the ingredients you’d need for a sauce and get to work. 
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dinner is still in the works when your doorbell rings. you jump a slight bit, wooden spoon falling to the ground with a harsh clatter. 
“just a moment!” you call out even though you know very well who it is. 
you quickly pick up the spoon and cover the cooking pasta with a lid. once you get to the door you take a deep, slow breath and reassure yourself. 
this isn’t a date. you’re just trying to get him out of his house. into your house. to get to know him better. it’s a win - win situation for you both really. nothing bad will happen.
you swing the door open with a small smile. low and behold joel is standing on your front porch, a large bowl held gently in his hands. your eyes rake over him before you can tell yourself to be subtle. 
his peppery hair is freshly washed and pushed back in a neat style. a few stubborn strands fall astray here and there but it all seems to add to his cool and stubborn charm. you can tell by the strong smell of his aftershave that his beard has been trimmed and seemingly brushed over. the hairs definitely weren’t that neat when you last saw him. your eyes stray a little lower and you can’t help but gaze at his chest in that tight black shirt he’s wearing. the red flannel layered over it doesn’t do much to cover the muscle he’s built over the years. 
“what have you got there?” you ask, blinking rapidly to try and clear your mind. 
“it’s just ah,” he avoids eye contact, his fingers thrumming against the sides of the bowl, “just a salad. i figured i’d bring over somethin’ so you didn’t have to do all the cookin’.”
you smile appreciatively and step to the side. “thank you joel. you can just set it on the dinin’ table.” he nods as he walks past you into your kitchen. looking at your ingredient cluttered counter, you suddenly wished you’d picked up a little. 
as you try and stuff down your insecurity, and make sure that dinner is still coming along, joel has a peek around your home. with absolutely no cares about how unkempt your kitchen appears, he wanders through the threshold and into the lounge, his hands now stuffed comfortably into his jean pockets. you watch him from a ways back for a moment, simply taking in the way he strides around so comfortably. 
he saunters up to your fireplace, gazing at your family photos, and picks up a picture of you and your older brother. 
“boyfriend?” he asks, not-so-subtly trying to make the question seem casual. when you almost burst out laughing, catching yourself with a hand slapped over your mouth, his face morphs into some befuddled expression.
“no,” your words come out breathy as you recover, taking the photo from joel and settling it back into it’s place, “that’s my older brother. nice guess though.”
a moment of silence passes between you two as joel processes this information. you hold a shit-eating grin on your face as you continue to hold back sudden bouts of laughter.
“so no boyfriend?” his brow cocks slightly in your direction. you give the same curious look and cross your arms over your chest. 
“why’re you so curious mr. miller?”
joel bites the inside of his cheek, his exhausted eyes meeting your lively ones. he takes in your features, admiring the soft look of your skin and the gentle curl of your lips as you break into a smile. “no reason.” he spits the words out confidently, his own arms coming up to cross below his chest. “i was just curious. i don’t wanna make the same mistake with a picture of you n’ your cousin.”
you roll your eyes and let your arms drop. “okayy.” 
as you walk past him to take dinner off the stove, you wonder if you’d read that conversation right. he was definitely asking to make sure you were single. right? or maybe he really was just asking out of curtesy. like how older relatives always pry at the younger ones' love lives around the holidays. 
you were terrified to flirt too confidently, fearful you would say something wrong or make joel uncomfortable. he was quite a bit older than you after all and was most likely much more adept in conversation, something you had always struggled to get a real grasp on. his 46th birthday had just come around a few months ago. 
fuck he was literally old enough to be your dad. 
you push those thoughts to the back of your head and try to focus on plating your chicken fettuccine. you set the table, one plate on either side, and uncover joel’s salad that sits in the middle of the table. 
you pop the fridge open and call out to your guest. “do you want lemonade or wine, joel?”
“depends what kinda wine you’ve got in there miss.” he walks back into the kitchen and watches as you pull a rounded bottle from the fridge door. 
“ah, it’s a red semi-sweet,” you hum, “shiraz i think?”
"sounds good to me.” he’d always been a bit more of a beer guy, they were easier on his body, but he’d never turn away a good red wine if anyone offered. so while you were busy popping the bottle open, he was busy preparing two of your recently washed wine glasses, still setting on the drying rack. 
he takes a rag he presumes is clean enough and wipes the outsides of the glasses down carefully, then sets them next to you. with slightly shaky hands you fill each glass just about 3/4 of the way full. 
“easy tiger, i gotta know where my front door is when i leave here.” joel teases, picking up both glasses and carefully setting them next to each of your plates. you follow closely behind with the wine bottle and scoff. 
“if you can’t find it i’d be more than happy to help you.”
“that’s real kind of you. and so is all this.” he makes a grand gesture to the table, smiling at you over the salad bowl, “thank you for dinner tonight.” joel fishes the salad tongs out of the dish itself and settles a healthy helping of lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, and peppers on the side of your plate. once satisfied with your portion he moves on to his own plate. 
“oh it’s no trouble at all really. you look as if you could use a night away.” you reassure him eagerly before digging into your plate. 
“you’re right about that.” he chuckles, taking a slow sip of his wine, “i got tommy lookin’ after sarah tonight. figured i better not eat n run.”
“you are just such a kind soul.” you tease, reaching for your wine to wash down the thick fettuccine sauce. 
this was nice, you think. it was nice to have someone to share a sense of humor with, someone who could not only tease you, but enjoyed when you shot back with the same attitude. joel just made conversation seem so smooth and easy.
joel tucks in to his own plate of pasta, wrapping the noodle around his fork so he didn’t have to slurp like a true gentleman. as he goes to push the food into his mouth though, the noodle slips and he slurps it up so fast that the end whacks him on the tip of his nose. 
sauce dots joel’s nose bridge and stains his mustache. normally he’d be a bit irritated by the failure of his first bite but the way you laugh at his fuck up and those first few sips of wine have his heart feeling a lot lighter tonight. 
joel glides his tongue over his mustache, collecting the leftover sauce that he can reach all while making eye contact with you over the table. you watch him do so and shift a little in your seat. 
suddenly your face feels hot. 
“so,” you avert your gaze and pick up another noodle, “what do you actually do for work?”
“mmm,” joel nods, currently wiping at his face with a napkin, “me n’ tommy are carpenters. flooring, framing, building walls, you name it.” he takes another small bite and put a hand over his mouth to speak. “tommy’s been talkin’ bout starting his own contracting business though. wants me to join him.”
you nod along eagerly, brows raising at what you can only assume is good news. “you should. you guys would be good at it. especially with all the practice i’ve given you over here.”
joel’s eyes crinkle as he laughs and raises his glass to his lips. the red wine goes down smooth and he finds himself subconsciously taking bigger and bigger swigs each time.  “what about you miss? what are you doin’ for work?”
“i’m workin’ from home right now. i specialize in graphic design for companies.” you judge his expression as approval, maybe even surprise, and continue with your explanation. “i’ve got a trip comin’ up soon. they’re flying me out to new york city for it.”
“we’ll have to celebrate before you go then.” joel offers, “dinner can be my treat this time.”
“that sounds wonderful.” you agree, cleaning your plate of the remnants of chicken and salad. 
joel pushes his chair back and stands, taking his empty plate and silverware in his hand. "finished?' he asks, leaning down to be able to look you in the eyes. you gaze up at him, almost feeling stupid as you nod wordlessly. you manage to slip in a quick "thank you joel" as he turns away.
a gentle hum is all you get in response. joel is busy spraying down the plates in the sink.
you stand up as well, pushing in both of your chairs and gathering your wine glass in your hands. "so," you take a small sip of wine, "if you don't wanna eat n run, what do you s'pose we do?" joel chuckles to himself as he joins you, his own wineglass in hand.
"i s'pose we see if that fireplace of yours works." he nudges you with his elbow as he walks past, a grin lining his wine-reddened lips. you follow quickly behind and settle yourself on the cushy sofa.
"have you burned it before?"
"ah, not yet. There should be some wood inside but i was 'fraid i'd burn the house down." you respond, finishing off your glass of wine in one big swing.
the fireplace wasn't really anything fancy. it held your tv atop it, serving more as a decorative piece rather than something you'd use often. rusted wrought iron doors kept stray pieces of cloth, paper, or string from catching light. dark oak that matched the rest of your home made up the rest of structure, encasing your tv in a box with a mantle above it.
joel crouches down in front of it with a stiff groan, you can even hear his knees crack, and eases the iron doors open. "i'm sure we'll be just fine." he tugs a lighter from his jean pocket and clicks it on. using the small flame joel lets a smaller twig catch fire before tossing it on the logs. "we'll see how we get along with that."
It's not long before the fire is practically roaring in your lounge. All the times you'd curled up in a blanket because it was too cold in the house and you seriously could have just lit a fire with a spare lighter and been sweating in minutes.
you really don't know if the wine or the fire has contributed to the warmth on your face more. all you know is that the way joel is sitting on your sofa, his legs spread slightly, one large hand resting on his thigh and the other currently pouring you another glass of wine, is making you want to slide closer. you can still smell his after shave. the musky smell wafts off him and you wonder if he seriously got this ready just to see you.
"watcha lookin' at, hm?"
"huh?" your head snaps up and your mouth hangs agape a bit, completely caught off guard.
joel chuckles, his smile wide enough that you can see his teeth this time. "you just zoned out a lil' there." he lays a hand on your shoulder, slowly dragging it down towards your elbow.
a shiver races up your spine at the feeling of his callused hands on your skin and you blurt, "oh, i was just thinking."
joel must be really feeling the wine too because suddenly he's very invested in your thoughts. "what about?" he prods, letting his fingers continue to linger on your arm. you find yourself leaning into his touch and even scooting a little closer to the older man on the couch.
"nothin' important." you hum, simply staring back at him.
joel does the same, his green eyes flitting over your features as if he's drinking you in. finally, they land on your lips. plush, soft, and stained red from your consistent sipping of the wine. his fingers twitch restlessly against your arm and you think you see something change in his eyes.
before you can pinpoint his expression joel is setting his wine to the side and leaning in closer, his now free hand hovering close to your cheek. a moment of silence passes between the two of you as joel searches for words. blood seems to roar in your ears as you anticipate the question you know he'll ask.
"can i kiss you?"
you've never been more sure about anything as you briskly nod your head and the both of you lean in.
his lips are warm and a little rough but you melt into the kiss nonetheless. joel holds a hand on the back of your head, the other pulling you closer and closer until you end up on his lap. not knowing what to do, your hands find a home against his chest. your heart is racing and your stomach is fluttering. all of your past experience seems to fly out the window and you're not even sure if you're doing things right.
the seam of his jeans catches against your covered clit as joel adjusts his hips a bit, though you know it's on purpose. your sharp nails dig into the smooth cloth of his t-shirt, earning a little groan from joel's lips in return. the sound is a gruff vibrato that rumbles from his chest. you can only imagine how his moans sound. your mind begins to run wild and the feeling in your belly rises, thighs tightening around his hips in an effort to feel something.
joel's large hands roam over your body. from your shoulders to your hips, your ass to your thighs. he gropes and squeezes every supple expanse of flesh he can find but makes a valiant attempt to make his touches at least a bit more gentle. as his lips pull away from yours, significantly puffier and shiner, you notice how they puff out with the effort of huffing for air.
he smiles and grabs one of your hands. "how're you feelin' sweet pea?"
a giddy feeling runs through your body at the new nickname. no more of the uncomfortable "miss". it almost felt like a promotion. "i feel good." you tell him, running your thumb gently over his knuckles.
"yeah?" he stares at you adoringly, pushing your hair out of your face, "do you wanna keep goin'? maybe move on to your room?"
"god, yes." you sigh heavily, your hand tightening slightly around his.
"alright." joel laughs heartily at your reaction, his cheeks going bright red. he grips your thighs and pulls you closer to his stomach. "put your arms around me, pretty." of course you do as he tells you to, arms interlocking at the nape of his neck. once you're secure, joel pushes himself up from the couch cushions and sets off towards your bedroom. the skin on his neck is warm and inviting, smelling heavily of that same damn enticing aftershave. you kiss along his collarbone, over his shoulder, and up his neck.
joel kicks your door open gently with the toe of his boot and crosses the threshold into your bedroom. his heel taps the door shut. you start to get a little more nervous, the hazy buzz of the wine starting to wear off, and as joel lays you down on the edge of your bed he seems to catch on.
his thumb caresses your cheek as he hums, "we can stop anytime you want sweet heart. we can stop right now if you want to okay? just say the word." you nod briskly, lips shut tight in embarrassment. "use your words, tell me if you wanna stop."
"no, i wanna keep going." you tell him, tugging on his flannel collar, "i'm just a little nervous."
joel smiles warmly and nods. "i understand. we'll just take it slow, okay?"
"okay." you breathe.
his hands run down your hips and over your belly. he slides them up under your back and urges you to move up to the headboard where you'd undoubtedly be more comfortable. there's a soft *puff* as your head sinks into the cloud like pillows that he had unknowingly picked out for you when you first moved in. joel kicks off his boots and then crawls after you, fully on his hands and knees, his pupils blown up with lust.
you lean upwards, capturing his lips with yours, and drag him back down with you with a hand on his cheek. joel hums against your mouth, almost giggling into the kiss like a teenage boy. the action is contagious and soon the both of you are separated and laughing softly.
once the both of you were calmed down, joel begins toying with the hem of your t-shirt. "can i take this off sweet pea?"
"of course." you murmur, freely allowing his warm hands to slide up under your shirt, exploring your the soft skin on your belly. once he reaches your ribcage, he pushes the fabric up and over your head revealing your breasts to the cool air in your room.
"shit." he huffs, eyes raking over your body. "you are so pretty sweet heart." joel continues where he left off with you, first placing a kiss on your lips, then your cheek, your jaw, and gradually beginning to travel lower. his lips roam across your neck slowly, stopping every now and then when he finds a particularly sensitive spot that causes you to squirm underneath him. hickeys begin to line your collar bones and, as he continues to go even farther south, the tops of your breasts.
he brings a hand up to test the waters, gently massaging your flesh. your head falls back a bit and you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. "does that feel good, hm?" he rumbles.
"yes." the response is airy, your head feeling cloudy as he continues to practically make you melt into the mattress. the only thoughts in your head right now are about him. you are completely, utterly, totally, focused on him.
joel kisses down your sternum, his beard scratching against your skin. "good," he hums quietly, almost grumbling against your belly, "that's what i like to hear." he continues to lay wet kisses along the top of your abdomen. his fingers tease at your waist band, tugging on the stretchy fabric just far enough to allow his mouth to place a gentle kiss beneath.
"joel," you whine, shifting your hips, "please."
his fingers dip below the waistband of your pants yet again, this time toying with the top of your underwear in the process. joel's eyes meet yours, sweet and soft under his thick brows. "can i take these off?" a brisk nod is all he needs to continue, popping the button on your slacks and tugging them down along with your underwear.
you gaze up at him and, when his eyes meet yours, he smiles warmly. "doin' okay?"
"i'm doin' great." you respond, fingers tingling in anticipation as he sinks down between your legs, the muscles in his broad shoulders almost rippling. joel hums in approval, taking his time to kiss his way up your thighs. his teeth nip here and there, leaving purple and red bruises all along your flesh. when he finally reaches your cunt, he blows cool air over pushes sopping folds, chuckling at your surprised hiss. joel swipes his tongue over his lips before finally leaning in.
you gasp at the surprisingly warm feeling of his tongue on your slit, your hips pressing into the mattress.
"ah, ah, don't run." joel murmurs, holding your hips with his arms as he fully digs in. the arch of his nose bumps against your throbbing clit as joel pushes his tongue past your entrance. his tongue curls and pulls, pressing right against that spongey spot that makes your toes curl. hot pleasure runs down your legs and you squeeze your thighs tight around his head. joel chuckles in response, only pulling you closer with his muscular arms.
a rather loud moan of his name falls past your lips and you grab hold of the man's hair, tugging as your arms tense up with the pleasure. the soft tip of his tongue traces a figure eight over your clit repeatedly, the sensation making your knees quake.
"that's right sweetheart," joel encourages you with a muffled groan, his scraggly beard scraping wondrously over the soft plush of your thighs, "cum on my tongue. it's okay." you're entire body trembles, a feeling like no other running up your spine and out through your arms and legs. your chest feels full as you huff and puff, trying to keep yourself quiet.
one of your legs rests over his shoulder, encased in his grip and trembling harshly against his clothes, while the other is left to lay free on the mattress. joel runs his palm along your skin, soothing you, keeping you grounded as you practically lose your mind.
you're right on the precipice, moans slipping out unabashedly at this point. with one more rough scrape of his beard, his tongue lauving up your folds and over your clit, you finally cum.
your chin tilts up and your eyes squeeze shut. joel grunts as your grip on his short hair tightens dramatically, but he doesn't pull away. instead he works you through your orgasm, keeping your hips pressed down, his tongue still lapping gently at your sore clit. you whimper pathetically at the feeling of his wet beard still grazing over your folds. the sharp bristles stick to his lips and cheeks, completely saturated with your cum.
joel raises his head when you've finished and the sight of him makes your head spin.
his eyes are dazed, lips puffy, wet, and red, and his beard is soaked to a deep brown. "you did such a good job sweet pea." joel's hands rub over your thighs and up to your stomach.
"thank you." you huff, smiling up at him as you recover. one of your hands grabs his collar and tugs the man down to your level. you place a sloppy, wet kiss on his lips, tasting your own release on his tongue.
when you release his collar, joel pulls away with heavy breaths. his eyes are completely blown up now, almost black, with desire. his hips slot between your own, replacing his face with rough denim, strained against his hard cock. desperate to get him in the same situation as yourself, you begin to push his flannel down his arms.
"steady now," joel laughs, helping you to get his t shirt off, "there's no need to rush sweet heart." as he tosses the fabric to the floor, his lips meet yours for a brief kiss. as much as you want to pull him back in for more, but the aching need for his cock outweighs the need for his lips.
joel pops the button on his jeans and shimmies out of them, kicking the denim off the bed into the pile of both your already discarded clothes. you gaze, completely enamored, at his body. his torso is lightly covered in scars from work. though he's well built, you can't find his abs. there's just a bit of fat layered over what you know is strong muscle. you reach out and joel let's your palms wander over his body, feeling all the way up to his chest.
gently, joel takes both your hands and settles them on your own belly. "keep em there. " he commands, thumbs hooking into his boxers. you swallow harshly, throat going dry as he pulls the tight fabric down his legs.
his cock bobs, head flushed and dripping with pre-cum. he was average in length, but god was he thick.
you stare up at joel, wringing your hands on your stomach while seriously contemplating if he would fit. "that won't-" you begin to gush your thoughts, but he shushes you.
"we'll go slow." he promises, kissing your forehead, "you can take it, i know you can." joel sits back on his knees and spits into his hand. you watch as he works his cock slightly, wetting it down to make it as painless as possible.
once he's satisfied, he leans over your body and presses his lips to your cheek. you can feel the wetness from his beard transferring onto your skin. "ready?" he hums.
you nod in response, grabbing at his bicep to prepare yourself.
joel lines himself up with your soaked entrance, running his head through your folds, teasing you just a bit. the feeling makes you want to cry, pathetic desperation running through your veins. you needed him so bad, and he was messing with you?
"joel, please." you spread your legs for him and dig your nails into his arm.
"oh, what a good girl fer me." he mutters, southern accent thickening immensely, "keep 'em just like that pretty."
slowly, joel sinks his hips forward. the head of his cock presses past your hole easily, and you swear you feel every ridge running along your walls. he watches as your nose scrunches and your eyes fall shut. your lips press into a thin line as he thrusts forward gently, pushing in just an inch more.
every pulsing vein catches on your gummy walls. you almost feel too full when he continues, pushing himself forward inch by inch, keeping his promise to go slow and be gentle. your legs are trembling, nails just about to draw blood from his strained bicep, as he finally bottoms out.
the both of you gasp, hot, heavy breaths hitting each other's faces as joel rests his forehead on yours. it's intimate, the way the arch of his nose settles against yours, the way you can feel his breath gently brushing against your lips. you tilt your head just slightly, catching his lips in a kiss that joel readily replies too. his mouth is hot, lips plush and soft as he kisses you back passionately. you gasp against his lips as joel pulls his hips back slowly, till just his tip rests inside of you.
your hands grapple at his shoulders, clawing and scraping as joel thrusts back into you in one fluid motion. he keeps his movements gentle for the moment, still pressing kisses to your lips, but as the pace picks up, the tip of his cock nudging at your gspot, you lose the energy to kiss him back.
joel watches your face through hooded eyes, your chin tilted and cheeks a bright rouge. your eyes were practically closed, just your pupil's peeking out between your lashes as you gaze back up at him. your hair was ruffled across your damp forehead, some strands sticking to your skin while others stuck straight up.
to him, you were possibly the prettiest mess he had ever seen. what he would give to be able to see this perfect portrait of you every night. your beautiful body spread out, though this time on his sheets, while he fucked you stupid.
staring back down at your fucked out expression, joel chuckles. "you feelin' good pretty baby?" he asks.
"mhm." the sound barely comes out past your quiet whimpers and moans. your brain felt numb, like it was melting into mush, and thoughts no longer swam around your mind. the only thing you even wanted to think of was the heavy drag of his cock along your quivering walls, punishing your cunt with the rough yet steady pace he had set.
"use your words sweet pea," he uses his hand to brush the hair from your forehead.
"yes, fuck, yes joel." you cry to him, your sharp nails digging through the skin on his shoulders all the way down to his waist.
"atta girl," joel growls, his teeth gritting at the burning pleasure that now runs all the way down his back. your cunt squeezes him at the gravelly sound of his voice. he whimpers, voice cracking, as he asks, "gonna cum on my cock, huh?"
"yeah," you puff, "yeahyeahyeah-" you lose track of how many times you tell him yes. you only know the burning hot pleasure that's building in your belly. joel keeps his forehead pressed to yours, his free hand cupping your jaw gently.
"look at me baby," he demands, very carefully nudging your jaw upwards, "just let it go," he's kissing the tense parts of your face, shushing you as you whimper and cry out that it's all too much, "it's okay sweet girl, i've got you."
that's when the pressure in your belly finally overflows. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close so that you can bury your face in his neck. you chant his name like a prayer, right next to his ear just to make sure he can hear.
joel's thrusts become sloppy, his hips canting wildly forward, and his breathing starts to grow shallow. you feel his cock twitch inside of you, but just before joel finishes he pulls out completely. he groans, his nose scrunching, fists squeezing the pillow behind you, as his release lands across your belly.
for a moment all that's heard is the quick breaths between the two of you. a warm feeling grows in your chest as joel presses his face into your neck, sighing heavily.
and then you laugh a little.
"what?" joel picks himself up and looks at you, puzzled.
"nothing," you hum, still dazed, and cup his face, "we should clean up."
"right." he agrees, staring back into your eyes for a second before kissing your forehead. "c'mon then, i'll run you a bath."
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misspearly1 · 1 year
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115 and 116 with joel bear? <3
Oh my Gosh! Nonnie, forgive me for how long I have taken to complete this. I'm working through my requests slowly. These prompts though?? 🥹 Oh so good for our beloved Joel bear! Thank you so much for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read. 💜
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A Beautiful Thing
Pairing: Joel Miller x Y/N (F!Reader)
WC: 3.9K
Prompts: "You wrote me a song?" // "You weren't supposed to hear that!"
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Strangers to lovers. Love at first sight. Soft Joel playing the gee-tar. Joel being a tease. Reader worrying that she had ruined a surprise, but Joel making her feel better about it. Light Smut. Ass Groping & Kissing. Lots of Fluff with a Happy Ending.
Song Choice: It's Your Love by Tim McGraw - inspired this story, the title, and the song that Joel sings in this story. It doesn't belong to me, of course, but I'm stating that all credit goes to the original singers/songwriters just in case I need to.
AN: Ok, I was deep in the fluffy feels with this one Nonnie. There isn't any smut really - which is strange because I'm always a horny ass bish for Joel lol - but let me know if you'd like a part two with some smut. I'd love to come back to this story. 💖
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You have a lot of good days and bad days here in Jackson. Everyone does. It’s just the way life goes, and although the scales sometimes tip too much on the bad side, it only makes you appreciate all the good that much more. 
Take today for example, you woke up bright and early, ate breakfast and felt energetic, then went out on patrol and came back to Jackson without a scratch before taking a shower for date night at your boyfriends house.
It doesn’t sound like much, but when the world went to shit and the chances of dying at any given second became higher than ever, then that is considered a really good day in your books. 
Besides, even if you did have a bad day, then what better way to turn it around than spending an evening with Joel Miller - your boyfriend - whom you deem to be the sexiest man alive?
You vividly remember how Joel took your breath away the first time you met him. Albeit, he was chopping wood under the summer sun with no shirt on in his backyard, but he was, and still is, the sexiest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. 
This happened just over six months ago, and the only reason you were in his backyard in the first place was to ask for advice about carving a sculpture out of wood, but drooling over his half naked body is what you did instead for a few minutes before he noticed you were standing there.
The man caught you eyeing him up and down, and thankfully for your sake, he felt flattered rather than uncomfortable. You often think about that day and smile fondly at how he reacted to your mindless ogling. The way he blushed a little and softly chuckled never fades from your memory.
You apologised for the intrusion of course, and for staring at him too, then explained that you were there to seek his professional advice. He was a carpenter after all and you assumed he’d know how to help. The project you were working on at the time was a three foot wooden rabbit. You’ve always believed they brought good luck and wanted something decorative for your home.
Joel naturally took an interest in your project and instead of just giving you a short answer and a couple pointers, he offered you a seat on his back porch and gave some really helpful advice on what to do and what not to do. You sat with the man for twenty minutes and the conversation flowed like you were a friend to him, not a stranger. He really made you feel comfortable and welcome, even offered you a tall glass of lemonade with ice upon noticing you were burning up from the sun in the sky.
You accepted his offer, but later admitted that it was actually his voice causing you to burn up. Not only were you attracted to his looks, but you were attracted to that thick southern drawl of his too. He spoke with a pleasantly deep, yet equally soft and smooth tone, one that just captured your whole attention and drew you in.
Joel's company was captivating, and you hungrily wanted more of his attention, but even though he didn't give you any reason to end the conversation, you made an excuse to leave and let him get back to chopping wood. You didn’t want to leave so soon after meeting him, but you had already taken up too much of his time and thanked him before saying your goodbyes. His response however, was most surprising.
“Happy to help, darlin’,” is what he said to you, and the flirtatious wink he shot your way made you feel weak in the knees. It was a simple gesture, but he did it so smoothly and with a seductive smirk on his lips too that just made you all the more attracted to him. 
You left Joel that day, feeling giddy, turned on and a little lightheaded too, then planned to return three days later with a home baked cherry pie to say thanks for the help, but to your absolute surprise and delight, the man showed up at your door just as you had taken the pie out of your oven.
He wanted to see you again and had asked his brother where you live to show up at your door unannounced. You invited him into your home, shared that cherry pie over another captivating conversation and the rest was history. 
Six months later, here you are now; in a steady relationship with the man and your love for each other grows stronger everyday. You still drool over him and even consider it a hobby of yours to watch him work, especially when he’s in his workshop.
You like to be in his company and often just sit on the sofa with a book to read while he chips and chisels away at a block of wood, creating another masterpiece worthy of a place on display around his home. But more often than not, your book is abandoned as you choose to gaze upon him instead.
No matter how many times you’ve done it before, you never grow tired of admiring the way Joel looks while working. He has a little lamp in his desk, it’s dimly lit and casts a warm glow across his face which just highlights his rugged good looks in the very best way. 
The focus and patience he has with woodwork is quite impressive too. You love to see that look of concentration on his face. It’s the way his eyes glide across his sculpture and his brows furrow, or the way he sometimes presses the tip of his tongue against his lip. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s really cute and funny to see nonetheless. Suppose it’s just one of those things that some people do without realising it. 
While you often like to gaze at him in his workshop, he likes to gaze at you too, especially when dancing in the dark. It’s become something that you and Joel do almost every night. He waits till nightfall, when all the lights are off and you’re about to head upstairs to bed or say goodnight and head home. Spontaneously grabbing your hand, he’ll pull you toward his chest and sway to the sweet sound of silence, grinning brightly as you laugh with endearment.
Dancing in the dark. That was Joel’s thing. He started it, but it’s something you very quickly grew to love. Speaking of love, he often swears that your love does something to him while dancing in the dark with you. He’ll joke and say that he’s under a spell, but can’t get enough while looking into your eyes and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear to really drink in the sight of your face mere inches away from his. 
And you believe him. Believe every word of what he says. He certainly acts like he can’t get enough of your love as he finds any and all ways to adore you. “Darlin’, your love is a beautiful thing.” He’s said to you many times before in the past and you believe him, but you never forget to tell him that his love is also a beautiful thing as well. The man treasures you, thinks the world of you and keeps you close to his heart. Those feelings are mutual. You feel the same way as he does, and honestly, you can see yourself spending the rest of your days with Joel. 
Upon spending the last several minutes thinking about the man, the desire to be in his company was growing rapidly, thus making you pick up your pace to reach his house faster. He unfortunately lives on the other side of Jackson, therefore it takes a solid ten minutes to walk there depending on your speed. Usually, you just take a leisurely stroll, but tonight you’re feeling extra needy for his love and attention.
Approaching his front door with your own key in hand, a key that he gave you two weeks ago, you unlock the door and slip inside quietly without making any noise. Joel admitted that he would have given you a key to his home sooner, but he worried about how it would make you feel and assured you that the gesture doesn’t need to be reciprocated. He just didn’t want to rush you, or make you feel obligated in any way, but you wanted to. You wanted him to have access to your house like it was his second home, and so you took your spare key and gave it to him two weeks ago on that very same day. 
Truthfully, you like to spend most evenings over at Joel’s house compared to yours. You can’t describe it exactly, or pin-point the reason why, but his house just feels the right place to be. Despite that, he also has such great taste in decoration too. You admire the way he furnished his place. It looks better than yours and feels cosy, welcoming and relaxed. 
Since you could hear the familiar twang of his guitar upon entering his home, you guessed that he was out back on the porch. It’s one of two usual spots that he likes to sit and play till his heart's content. You love to listen to him, and considering you wanted to take him by surprise, you tip-toed your way into the kitchen and through the laundry room to listen at the back door. However, you didn’t recognise the tune. 
The song Joel was playing is something he hasn’t ever played before, but it started off with an acoustic that was warm and gentle. Just so soothing to the ears that you instantly relaxed as your face softened with a smile. You leaned against the doorframe and closed your eyes, listening to him harmonising with the melody that he had created. The sound of him humming was so peaceful that it could lull you to sleep right here, but then he started singing and your heart skipped a beat. 
“Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,” he says poetically, the lyrics of his song catching your attention right away, “Taking your heart, and holding it tight,” he continues and you continue to listen closely, “Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you’ve been doing all over again. Oh, it’s a beautiful thing,” you gasp, holding your hand over your mouth with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. “Don’t think I can keep it all in. I just gotta let you know what it is that won’t let me go. It’s your love, it just does something to me.” 
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was a complete shock to hear a song so moving and meaningful, and sung so beautifully by Joel that’s about you and your love. You had so much joy exploding inside of you that it was overwhelming, though he stopped abruptly and you peeped around the door to find him jotting words down on a little pocket pad - his song book. 
He looked so enthralled as he continued where he left off, his head bobbing along to the tune as he tapped his foot against the floor. You still couldn’t believe it and almost felt compelled to pinch your skin to check if this was all a dream. Joel rarely sings for you. He plays the guitar for you all the time, but to actually sing along to his music takes a lot of courage and just hearing him sing so passionately with confidence was sending shivers down your spine. 
His voice was transcendent and mesmerising, full of affection and romance. It made you feel like you were at the centre of his world, enveloped in the warmth of his love. Though, as much as you loved to hear the man sing, it didn’t feel right doing it this way. You were essentially eavesdropping on him at a time where he was most vulnerable, and it’s not fair.
He doesn’t know you’re standing just a few feet away, and what if that betrays his trust if he were to find out? Or worse, what if it destroys his confidence to ever sing in front of an audience? The worry of this possibility made up your mind. He can’t know you’re here. Not yet and not like this. 
Moving away from the door and quietly making your way towards the kitchen, your plan is to open the front door and shut it loud enough for him to hear. Then he will stop singing, hide his songbook and you can pretend that this never happened until he is ready to play his song for you. You could still hear him as you neared the front of the house, and the sound of his voice was as beautiful as ever. 
Upon reaching the front door, you opened it and shut it again before calling out for him like this was your first entry. “Hi baby!” You say excitedly, “I’m home.” 
The music stops instantly and it makes you stifle a laugh to hear him yell back like he wasn’t just singing his heart out. “Hey darlin’, I’m in the backyard,” I know that, you thought, “Come out here. I got somethin’ to show yer.” Oh shit… You panicked, wondering what he had to show you and if you have just spoiled your own surprise. What if he was going to play the song for me tonight anyway and I ruined it? You ask yourself with a pang of regret. 
You didn’t know what to think or what to expect when you approached the backdoor for a second time, but the smile on Joel’s face brought you some comfort and relief. After all, you were eager to see him tonight and are still very much hungry for his love and attention, but if you have ruined something special, then you at least hope some of the surprise can be salvaged. 
Hurrying towards him and taking a seat right on his lap, you held both your hands to each side of his face and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, displaying just how much you miss him. He kisses you back ravenously and smiles like he hadn’t seen you in days when it was only last night that you last saw each other. The fact that he missed you just as much made your heart swell. 
Naturally, he laid both hands to your ass with a groping squeeze, humming deeply into your mouth with satisfaction. You like when he holds onto your ass like this. It makes you feel adored and aroused. He breaks off to look at you, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he whispers. “Hi, gorgeous” 
“Hey, stud,” you reply and mirror his smile, though your cheeks started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “How’s it going?” You ask upon recognising the playful mood he was in and return the gesture with your teasing tone of voice, “I see that you have your guitar out here. Playing for the stars again?" 
“Oh, you saw that, did you?” He chuckles with amusement, as if he were pleased with himself and you can tell that he’s up to something since he had that look in his eyes; it was just full of mischief. You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes narrowed as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, I have my guitar out here…” he slowly bit his lip, and he did it in such a sexually provocative manner that it made you clench around nothing. “I was singing a song.” 
“M-hm,” you roll your lips together and quickly gather that he’s onto you. That’s why he’s acting this way… He knows. “And um… What song were you singing?” You try to come across like you don’t have the slightest clue, as if you don’t already know he was singing. 
His chest swells with pride as he answers truthfully, “I was singing your song, babydoll.” 
“You wrote me a song?” You beam excitedly. Even though you already knew, it didn’t take away how incredibly special you feel upon hearing the man say those words himself. Perhaps some of his surprise for you was salvaged after all. You weren’t taken aback with shock, but you felt your stomach flutter and your heart begin to pick up speed once again. He still looked so happy too, and you could tell he was savouring the way you reacted.
“Yes darlin’. I wrote you a song and I was singing it just now, but-” he looks at you with accusatory eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 
Now you were taken aback with shock, and he began to laugh at your reaction, the sound was sweet and authentic to your ears. It didn’t sound fake or full of mockery. He just sounded so amused and happy, really happy as a matter of fact, and he ran his hands up your back reassuringly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that yet,” he clarifies, and it gives you some comfort, “It’s ok that you did, and I appreciate that you tried to make it better by pretending you didn’t hear me.” 
“Fuck…” You sigh and shake your head, blaming yourself for ruining everything. “Did you know I was standing there the whole time?” You ask incredulously. 
“No, not quite, sweetheart.” He replies, thus causing you a great deal of confusion. If he didn’t know I was here, then how did he know I heard him singing? You wonder while he continues to smile and shake softly with a chuckling laughter escaping him. He’s too happy, and that look on his face spoke of pleasure. 
“Wanna take a wild guess as to how I knew?” He asks, then pauses briefly with one of his brows raised, as if giving you a chance to think about his question before answering. But you didn’t answer. You couldn't answer, so he did instead. “Since when do you come home and announce you're here?” 
“Oh my God, Joel,” you cry out with embarrassment. Burying your face into his neck and lamenting over your mistake, you could still feel him shaking ever so slightly as he continued to laugh at your failure. “Of course!” You moan into his shirt with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “How could I have been so stupid and forget about that. Of course you would know something was up.” 
“You’re not stupid at all. Don’t say that, babe,” he chides. Sliding his hand up your spine and cupping the back of your head, his embrace tightens a little as he plants a kiss in your hair, the action making you feel less disappointed with yourself. “I know you were thinking what’s best for me,” he says, hugging you closely, “And that’s something special right there, doll.” 
Tilting your head to rest your cheek against his neck, his words gave you even more relief and comfort, though the worry around fucking everything up still remained. You lift your head to look at him, expressing a look of regret in your eyes and ask: “When did you originally plan to play me the song?” You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip with self-annoyance, “I just feel really bad, you know? Like I ruined something special you had planned to surprise me with.” 
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. Shifting his position a little more to aid his comfort, he leans back and kicks his feet up onto the table before pulling you to sit directly over his crotch. The action was nothing out of the ordinary, he prefers you to sit like this as much as you do, but it made you gasp softly upon feeling his bulge press into your heat from below.
He heard the noise you made and recognised the way it made you feel, causing him to smirk before resting his hands to your ass once again. “I hadn’t decided when to play it for you,” he answers, shrugging. “I just couldn’t make up my mind… was overthinkin’ the how and when to do it, but I shoulda’ just played it for you a long time ago.” 
“Wait…” You tilt your head at him, confused, “What do you mean by a long time ago? How long have you been working on this?” 
He grins brightly, his cheeks starting to blush a little from your questions, but he had no problem in answering them truthfully. “Six months ago, right after I met you in our backyard,” he says, and it really takes your emotions on a rollercoaster ride as you don't know what to say or what to think. Though, your silence didn’t discourage him and he continued. “I knew you were different darlin’, and as soon as you left me, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about yer,” your face burns with flattery as you absorb his compliments. “Couldn’t even get back to chopping wood. I was that head over heels for yer… So, I grabbed my guitar and started playing something I never played before.” 
“Really?” You manage to break your silence to ask.
“Really babydoll.” He responds with an affirmative nod. “The tune came first, but the lyrics came later and…” he pauses momentarily to brush your hair behind your ear and gaze into your eyes. “...That day I showed up at your door and we shared the cherry pie in your kitchen? That’s when I knew for sure you were different. I knew in my heart that you were something special, Y/N.” 
“Joel,” you blurt his name with an elevated tone in your voice, your smile displaying nothing but delight and rejoice. “Did I really make you fall that hard for me?” You cry out and laugh sweetly, as if you couldn’t believe him even though he’s just said it himself. He fell just as hard as you did the moment you laid your eyes upon him. The feeling was mutual. It always has been. 
“Yes ma’am, I did indeed,” he drawls thickly, the crows feets around his eyes deepening, “And showing up at your door unannounced was the first best decision I ever made in our relationship.” He details, though it piqued your interest and you had to ask: “If that was the first, then what was the second best decision you ever made?” 
Joel pulls you in, placing his lips to your cheek with a tickling kiss as he whispers teasingly. “I’m sure you can figure that one out,” he chuckles softly before peering into your eyes and holding your line of sight. You hear the way his breath hitches in his throat, see the way he looks at your lips and smiles, his eyes expanding with love and devotion. It’s the way he looks at you every night, and sure, you could figure out what the second best decision he ever made was, but you wanted to hear him say it himself. You wanted to hear him ask you that question. 
And not a second later, he did ask you that question, and your answer was an immediate yes.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)
Summary: Upon waking up late in the day and experiencing the familiar irritating and bothersome symptoms of your upcoming menstrual cycle, who better to ease your pain and discomfort than your boyfriend, Joel Miller? He is a man made of compassion and a lot of love to give, but there’s a lot more to offer. Especially after reading a book you suggested that piques his interest in sexual play. 
WC: 4k 
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established relationship. Mentions of Menstrual Cycle Symptoms. (I should state that the Reader isn’t on her period, but is experiencing the symptoms). Teaching Joel a few things about sex. Swearing. Smut. Reader is horny af and looks for Joel’s help. Sensitive/sore breasts. Breast/Nipple play. Unprotected PIV Sex. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Hints of aftercare and coming down from an intense high. Spanking. Marking. Mentions of Voyeurism. Fluff. 
AN: Ok, I started of with a simple idea for this fic, but it turned into something else as the story progressed lmao! I hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed typing this up, my loves. ❤️
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Gasping as you awake, you quickly raise your hand to shield yourself from the blinding glare of sunlight slipping through the gaps of the curtains. Although it’s warm and it feels nice against your skin, it’s just too bright to look at. So instead, you turn over to look at the clock on your bedside cabinet and groan at the time it displays. 
“Shit,” you mumble whilst rubbing your eyes, “that's too goddamn late.” 
It’s exactly three minutes past twelve o’clock. You have slept far too long than you usually like to and have awoken on the wrong side of the bed, literally and figuratively. This is Joel’s side of the bed and you don’t feel so good either. You feel hot and dizzy, the room is spinning ever so slightly and throwing you off balance even though you’re laying perfectly still. Though, the faint twinges of pain in your lower back is most bothersome. 
As you sit up and perch yourself on the side of the bed, your sudden bout of dizzy spells begins to disperse but is replaced with dehydration instead. You need a glass of water. A really tall glass of water. The dryness in your throat is nothing like you’ve ever felt before. It’s as if you’ve been sleeping with your mouth open all night long and it feels uncomfortable. How have I slept this late? You wonder, and feel baffled as to why you still feel exhausted. 
Standing up from the bedside and raising your arms to stretch, you immediately wince with pain when your shirt grazes along your nipples. The contact was sore and sensitive, but as you lowered your arms and looked down at your chest, you could see them protruding through the fabric and it suddenly became clear. The dizziness, the dehydration, sleeping in late and pain in your lower back and breasts; they’re all tell-tale signs that your menstrual cycle is nearing. 
“Great,” you huff, shaking your head, “That’s just great.” 
Irritated, you walk to the bathroom and reach for your glass beside the sink. There were some droplets of water left inside of Joel’s glass, no doubt from when he awoke this morning and did exactly what you’re right doing now, but you now wondered why he didn’t wake you up. The man is an early bird just like yourself and if you’re not already up and out of bed before him, then he usually rouses you from your slumber. And he takes pleasure in doing so as well. 
Joel likes to wake you up in a variety of different ways. Suppose it really just depends on his mood, but it’s either waking you up with breakfast in bed, a gentle nudge and a kiss to your cheek, or his face between your thighs and a breath-taking orgasm. What better way to start the day, right? But perhaps he had an inkling that you weren’t feeling too good today and decided you needed a long lie in. Afterall, you do feel exhausted even though you’ve just slept for ten hours and that’s just another sign and symptom of your period approaching. 
You don’t necessarily have a problem with Aunt Flo and how she can sometimes put your body through hell, but more with her timing of arrival. These symptoms are early and you’re expecting your period in at least ten days. It’s just inconvenient. You and Joel finished your shifts at work yesterday evening after working tirelessly for the last six weeks, but now you have the next seven days off to enjoy, and it’s just an inconvenience if you have your period during this time. 
With some hope and optimism, maybe these symptoms you're experiencing are just a fluke. You had them a week in advance before. It’s no big deal. Shrugging off your bad start to the day, you finally fill your glass and take that long drink of water before brushing your teeth. You smile upon seeing Joel’s toothbrush placed inside the holder, the bristles looking a little beaten up and worn out. He takes real good care of his teeth, but often ruins his toothbrush. It’s a good thing he knows how to make the damn things in his workshop, you thought while swishing some water around your mouth. 
As you straighten your back and look in the mirror though, the pain in your breasts remains and your nipples are still poking through the fabric. They’re hard, yet incredibly tender and sore with every little movement you make. The best remedy for the pain right now would be a warm shower, but the remedy you wanted most is Joel’s comforting touch. Other than waking up today with all of these troubling symptoms, you’ve also awoken with an insatiable hunger for intimacy. Or in other words, you’re extremely horny and you need your boyfriend's assistance. 
Upon taking another look in the mirror, your eyes drop to your legs and thoughts pop into your mind about how to make yourself look a little more sexy for him. Even though there wasn’t a need to, Joel has made love to you when you were looking worse for wear and bedridden with the flu, but it was more than just looking sexy for him. You wanted to look sexy for yourself too. 
Taking off your pants and leaving your underwear on, you head back into the bedroom and retrieve one of his buttoned plaid shirts from the drawer. Not only do you love the size, pattern and material of his clothes, but you love that his natural aroma clings to the fabric no matter how many times you wash them. He has this warm musk that just wraps itself around you and it’s a delicately fragranced mixture of wood, coffee and sweat. 
After carefully removing your shirt and putting his over your body instead, you buried your nose into the collar and inhaled the scent of him. He always smells so good, even when he’s sweating profusely after rolling around in the sheets with you. Just thinking about the way he looks when he’s laying above you, sweat gathering along his brow as his chest heaves makes your legs squeeze together. You need him so badly right now. 
Making your way downstairs to find him, your footsteps light and quiet against the hardwood floor, you stopped at the doorway leading into the lounge and saw him sitting on the sofa with a book in his lap. The sight of him took your breath away. He looked so engrossed and content, reading through the pages of a Lover's Fairytale. It’s one of your books. You often babble about how riveting the plot is and go into detail about the characters exploring their love for each other. 
You really admire Joel. He’s a beautiful man and a good listener too. He listened to your ramblings and decided to read the book for himself, and considering he doesn’t even notice you peeping your head around the living room door, he seems to be completely roped into the storyline. He even had his reading glasses on, and they sat on the bridge of his nose perfectly. You like those glasses. They make him look sophisticated, attractive and even more handsome than what he already is. 
Although you were initially coming downstairs to seek his assistance, you didn’t want to disturb the man while he read and quietly moved away from the doorway to make a mug of hot tea, but to your surprise, he knew you were there all along. “Hey,” he calls out softly, grabbing your attention, “Not so fast doll. Come ‘ere,” he looks up at you and pats the empty spot on the sofa beside him. “Come sit with me for five. I missed yer this morning.” 
“I know,” you reply in a whisper, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on your lips, “We finally got some time off work and I spent all morning sleeping… How come you didn’t wake me?” You ask, to which he sets his book down and leans forward to get a better look at you, “‘Cause you needed it, sweetheart,” he smirks upon seeing you with his shirt on and no pants. Just the way he likes it. “Come over here, beautiful,” he asks again, his tone honeyed with seduction. 
You couldn’t say no to the man even if you wanted to. He was driving you up the wall without even trying, and the way he was looking at you, lustful and needy for your attention, is just increasing your sex drive. “I actually need your help with something.” You say as you walk toward him, your arms held over your chest with a flickering grimace in your expression. 
“What is it, babydoll?” He questions upon noticing the discomfort you were in, then reaches out as you approach, his hands landing on your hips instinctively to reel you into his desired position. Which was directly onto his lap. And once you were sat, he took your hands in his and placed a kiss to your knuckles, brushing his bearded lip across your skin. “What’s wrong?” He asks. 
“This-” You sigh heavily with frustration and lift your shirt for him to see. “-They’re really sore today, especially my nipples.” You explain and watch as his eyes drop to your chest with a mixture of arousal and concern on his face. And while you felt your cheeks burn with flattery under his wanton gaze, you were in pain and he could see that for himself. 
“Yeah, they look swollen,” he nods in agreement. Taking his reading glasses off and setting them aside, he examines you carefully like he was some sort of doctor before asking: “Are you due your period, babe? I remember the last time you complained about this and-” he pauses briefly with the flashback of memories popping into his mind, and you see him fighting the urge to indulge with his dirty thoughts before snapping out of it. “-Uh, this is usually a symptom of your period, right?” He looks into your eyes and immediately blushes under your playful glare, evidently catching him in the act of thinking dirty. 
And while Joel knew that he was caught, he also knew that you were thinking the same thing he was from the way you subtly bit your bottom lip and rolled your hips over his crotch ever so slightly. The action brought him great relief. It made him feel less guilty about eyeing you up and down at a time like this as he didn’t want to be disrespectful for greedily staring at your boobs. Yet, he is a man after all and he just simply enjoys looking at you naked, and although you’re in pain, you’re not experiencing an unbearable amount that represses your need for intimacy. 
Without even asking if you wanted him to alleviate your discomfort, he leaned in slowly while holding your direct line of eyesight and placed a kiss to the top of your breast. Your body shudders from the contact, causing your skin to pimple as his beard tickles you. There wasn’t a need for him to ask if you wanted him to continue. He could see for himself how his actions were making a difference. Your back slowly began to arch into him, silently pleading for more, which he wasted no time in giving.  
“This what you wanted my help with, baby?” He asks rhetorically before placing a kiss on your other breast. The man already knew the answer, but you nod to him nonetheless with a breathy sigh escaping your lips - a sound so sweet to his ears that it made his eyes close instantly to focus on every little sound you made for him. “I got you, darlin’.” He sighs heavily, “Let me take care of yer.” 
Joel is what you would describe as a pleasing kind of lover in the bedroom. He feeds off your pleasure. Sometimes it’s just enough to make him climax, though nothing could have prepared him for the noise you made when he sealed his lips over your nipple. You sucked in a deep breath, gasping sharply from the contact like it was agonizing and for a split second, he thought it was too much. But then he looked up at you and scanned the expression on your face and it was a relief. Just pure relief. 
With your eyes closed and your mouth open, whimpering sounds escaping you plenty, he continued relieving your discomfort by sucking your nipple as gently as he could. You’re still sensitive and tender, and your breasts are so full and heavy. “Joel.” You plead. Although you don’t know what for, you plead to him regardless and he responds with a deep, vibrating hum into your breast, as if he were hungrily lapping up the opportunity to provide the remedy you desired most. 
You felt his hands sliding up your back, the warmth of his palms sending shivers down your spine as he cups the back of your neck to keep you in place. The position kept you pinned against him and made you feel the growth between his legs pushing into your sex from below as he bucked his hips off the sofa. The man was using the friction in his movements to get himself off. You could tell by the sounds he made as he grunts brokenly into your chest. 
He slowly laid himself back, still keeping you pinned against him with his lips closed around your nipple before using his free hand to grab a handful of your ass and guide you to move. You started rocking your hips back and forth in a slow and deliberate pace, drawing out the sexiest noises he could make. Despite the fact that his groaning was muffled and incoherent, you heard him loud and clear, and he sounded as desperate as you did just moments ago. 
“Joel, let me help.” You beg; beg to help him as well as yourself. He needed the relief as much as you did right now. The ache you mutually felt was palpable, and just simply thinking about him penetrating you was enough to make you clench around nothing. He could feel that. It caused him to release your nipple and throw his head back with a growl. “You sure?” He asks, wantin-no, needing your confirmation. “This is about your pleasure, babydoll. Not mine.”  
“Yes, God yes,” you reply breathily, “I can’t take it anymore. I just need you inside of me.” And that was all Joel needed to know. The sound of you so needy while pleading that you just couldn’t take it anymore drove him out of his mind. He pulled you in and closed the gap, planting his lips against yours in a bruising kiss while both his hands dropped to your hips. His fingers dug into your skin so hard that it was bound to leave a mark, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you. 
Eagerly pulling his pants down just enough to free himself from the confines of his boxers, you heard his cock spring back and slap against his lower stomach. He was painfully hard and throbbing with an insatiable need to be buried deep inside of you as dribbles of pre-cum began leaking out the tip. You didn’t even bother removing your underwear. You were too impatient and just moved them to the side to grant him easier access, which he took swiftly by spitting into the palm of his hand to coat his cock. 
“Holy shit!” He cries upon taking himself in hand, the action easing some of the ache, but not nearly enough as he swipes the tip through your folds. “Fuck me, baby. You’re so wet already,” he breathes raggedly with a smirk on his lips, “This all for me? I barely touched yer.” 
“I was horny for you, Joel,” you explain, a bashful laugh threatening to escape you, “From the moment I opened my eyes, I wanted you so badly.” 
“Oh, is that right, darlin’?” He asks with a playful, yet smug tone in his voice, to which you nod frantically in response. He strokes his cock twice before notching the tip at your entrance, “Well then, I won’t keep you waiting any longer, babydoll.” He groans as you take him inside slowly. 
“Fuuuuck. Joel!” You mewl, and the sound is so gratifying to the man that he struggled to hold himself together and not climax right there and then. “That’s it, gorgeous. Keep going.” He praises and holds onto your hips for dear life as you savor the feeling of his girth stretching you open just how you like it. He’s quite impressive in size, and you could feel every vein and ridge while taking every inch of him until he was buried good and deep. 
As you watched the man's expression change with nothing but pleasure and bliss, he couldn’t decide where to look; your beautiful eyes, or the pretty sight of your cunt wrapped around him. He chose a third option instead, which was to observe your face change as he rubbed nameless shapes on your clit, the added stimulation making your brows knit together and your mouth fall open with moaning cries of his name. 
“You like that, huh girl.” He groans with you, feeling proud of himself, “Feels good when I play with yer pussy like this, don’t it?” He asks, though you couldn’t give him any reply other than a whine and a nod. “Yeah, I know babydoll. I know.” He coos mockingly and it just drives you that much closer to the edge. You love when Joel gets cocky like this. He often makes great use of his tone and choice of words to make you fall apart over and over again. 
However, as you changed your rhythm and lifted your hips instead of rocking back and forth, the man now faced great difficulty with self-control. His free hand darted out to your side, gripping you tightly to steady himself as you held onto his shoulders to slam your hips down onto his cock. “Nnghh!” He chokes, teeth gritting as he is the one falling apart. “Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me cum if yer keep this up.” He warns. 
“Good,” You answer him quickly, a bite in your tone. “That’s exactly what I want - for you to cum, but inside of me.” You moan directly into his ear, making his eyes roll into the back of his head as he holds you close. “I want it all, Joel,” you pant heavily while grabbing the hairs at the base of his neck to keep you grounded, “All of it. Everything you can give, baby.” 
“God damn, darlin’.” he growls. Cupping the back of your neck once more to keep you pinned to his chest, he uses his free hand to grip your ass and drill into you from below. He amped up the pace to a breath-taking level, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each thrust into your cunt. Your body shook violently from the quickness of his movements, and the sound of him grunting like a caveman brought you to the edge of your orgasm. 
He was so out of his mind, lost within the satisfying feeling of your pussy pulsing around him that he acted on impulse and slapped your ass. It was a shock and a sharp sting, but you gasped and begged for more. “Shit, Joel. Do that again, please baby.” You said, and he dropped both hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls and smacking you plenty, which left a big pretty pink handprint behind. He buried his face into the nook of your neck and held both his arms across your back, still pile-driving into you from beneath you. 
“I’m close, babydoll,” he whined. Actually whined. He sounded breathless and exhausted, overstimulated as his orgasm roared towards him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m cumming.” He warned, and the abrupt stutter in his pace followed by moaning and panting spilling from his lips pushed you over the edge. His pleasure was yours, and your climax came in intense waves of ecstasy as you clamped around him with a vice-like grip. 
“Oh God,” you moaned. Reveling in the load of seed he released inside of you, it was warm and plentiful, coating your velvety walls as they pulsed around him, as if drawing out every drop he could give. “Feels so good,” you mumble into his neck before pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. “You did so well for me, baby.” You praise him with compliments as he comes down from his high. “Look so handsome like this. I love you, Joel. 
Closing the gap and kissing his lips, you wipe the sweat away from his forehead before cupping his cheek gently. He looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, the irises expanding like he was high on drugs. You were his drug, and it was apparent that he was still on cloud nine. He needed that extra reassurance and comfort. “You okay there, stud?” You ask softly, a warm smile on your face as you rub his arms. 
“Always, darlin’,” he leans in to kiss you, “and I love you too,” he says before swiping his tongue across your lip, requesting entry. You tilted your head and deepened the kiss, welcoming his embrace as he rubs his hands up and down your back soothingly. He didn’t want to let go yet, and neither did you, but he broke off to ask: “It wasn’t too much, was it?” 
“What do you me-” you cut yourself as he gently caresses your ass, answering your question before you could finish it. “No. Not at all, baby.” You reply, snuffing out that whispering doubt in the back of his mind. “It was a surprise, and I was shocked to find out that you like that sort of thing, but I promise it wasn’t too much.” 
Joel chuckles sweetly, his cheeks burning up to a rosy red in color as he rubs his forehead with the back of his hand. “I uh… I read about it in that book you suggested,” he explains, chuckling again, but this time timidly. “And honestly, I should’a read it sooner darlin’ because apparently I haven’t explored all that much in the bedroom and-,” he pauses briefly and shakes his head with embarrassment at his lack of knowledge, “-What the hell is voyeurism?” 
“Oh,” you laugh now, and take pleasure in seeing the man look so flustered and genuinely curious to learn more. There’s something so pleasing about opening one's mind to the exploration of sex, and you’re most glad that Joel’s initiated this conversation. It means he’s comfortable with you as much as you are with him. And even though you’re never left unsatisfied in the bedroom with the man, you find it considerate that he’s taken interest in finding more ways to enjoy sex. “Voyeurism is something you do quite often, baby.” You finally answer him after spending a few moments thinking in silence. 
“Huh. Is that so?” He tilts his head with intrigue, smirking. “C’mon doll, tell me. I’m dying to know.” 
“Hm, well maybe later on I can teach by example?” You suggest instead, “I already know you like it and afterwards we could go through my collection of books. I can open a whole new world of pleasure for you, stud.” You wink playfully, and the man shakes with laughter as he grins.
“Sure. Why not?” He agrees, nodding earnestly, “Maybe I’m a little late to the party with this stuff, but I’m open to trying new things with you, doll.” Reaching for the blanket laying over the sofa, he pulls it over you before picking his legs up off the floor and resting his feet onto the table. You lay your head to his chest with a warm smile on your face, humming contently as he peppers kisses on your head. 
Joel isn’t late to the party with this stuff at all, he just doesn’t know yet that most of the things he does in the bedroom are kinks, but you will educate him and together, you will have a lot of fun. Suppose you suggested the right book for him to read, although a Lovers Fairytale is only the tip of the iceberg to your collection. 
There’s plenty more where that came from.
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Voyeurism
Series Masterlist || Prologue || Voyeurism ||
Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader) 
WC: 4.2k
Recap: Joel isn’t late to the party with this stuff at all, he just doesn’t know yet that most of the things he does in the bedroom are kinks, but you will educate him and together, you will have a lot of fun. Suppose you suggested the right book for him to read, although a Lovers Fairytale is only the tip of the iceberg to your collection. 
There’s plenty more where that came from. 
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Mentions of Menstrual Cycle (again, the reader is experiencing the symptoms, but is not actually on her period). Fluctuating Hormones/Mood Swings. Reader making a mess of herself and feeling embarrassed about it. Joel being a cocky tease, but sweet and reassuring as well. Sexy Shower Scenes. Lots of Kissing & Fluff. Smut. Mentions of Cockwarming. Voyeurism. Mutual Masturabation. Dirty Talk. Praise Kink. 
AN: Hey, lovelies! The timeline of this chapter takes place right after the prologue (A Lovers Fairytale) hence the recap instead of a summary on this one. I hope you enjoy the read and have fun exploring Joel’s kinkier side. 
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Hours passed like minutes before you opened your eyes again. It was now three o’clock in the afternoon and you couldn’t believe it at first when Joel showed you the time on his wristwatch. It’s apparent that you’re still feeling the symptoms of your menstrual cycle. You didn’t plan for this to happen. You were supposed to make yourself a cup of tea and take a shower, not fall back to sleep. 
Perhaps it’s because Joel was so cozy to lay against that made you feel even more tired today. You just nuzzled into his chest and dozed off in a matter of seconds, the heat resonating from his body kept you snug with the blanket he placed over your back, and that’s probably the reason you feel extra sleepy. This is your first day off work in six weeks and you’ve spent the majority of it snoozing, and even though Joel doesn’t seem to mind all that much, you don’t really like to waste the day like this. You much prefer to be productive and keep active, so the first order of business is to wake up and stay awake this time. There’s still plenty of time left before the day is over. 
“I gotta get up,” you mutter. Peeling yourself away from Joel’s chest and sitting upright, you gasp softly upon realizing that he’s still inside of you. It was a surprise that you weren’t expecting to feel. The shift in your position buried his semi-hard cock deeper into your cunt, making him gasp as well and dart his hands out to your hips, as if keeping you steady.
“Easy there, darlin’,” he says, shuddering with the sensation of your warm velvety walls tightening around him. 
“Easy? You’re telling me easy?” You scoff lightly. Holding onto his hands and relaxing around him, you savour the feeling of being so full. He was twitching inside of you, growing harder and harder with each passing second. “You should’a warned me, baby. Don’t tell me to take it easy.” You whine and clench around him purposely, the action making him grunt and grit his teeth.
It was quite amusing to watch him suffer pleasurably, although it never occurred to you before just how many times you have fallen asleep in such an intimate position like this. In fact, you now realize that he rarely pulls out and you wonder if he likes to keep his cock warm inside of your cunt or if he does it because he thinks you like it. You do like it, and you want him to do it more often.
Maybe you can play around with the idea of cock warming in the near future with Joel, but right now though, the only thing you want is to take a much needed shower. 
Slowly and carefully, you lift your hips up and moan in unison with Joel as he slips out of you. A mixture of your desire and his slipped out too. It was warm and generous.
“Makin’ a little mess on my leg there, sweetheart,” Joel chuckles, and boastfully admires the way his spend was oozing out your cunt now. “Damn. I really filled you up, didn’t I?” 
“Shut up. I need a shower,” you snap with embarrassment before readjusting your panties to catch the rest. It’s not ideal, and you feel dirty, hence why you snapped at him in the first place, even though he doesn’t seem to care. “You really should have woken me up, babe.” You complain, your hormones making you feel grouchy. “It’s not normal how much I’ve slept in the last twenty four hours.” 
“Naw, that’s nothing sweetheart,” he shakes his head. Removing the blanket from your back and placing it over the sofa, you notice your book laying face down on the cushion and see how many pages are left. He’s been reading while you were sleeping and it’s no surprise that he was still somewhat hard inside of you. There were a lot of sexual scenes near the end and he’s practically finished the story.
“Hey,” he calls your attention back to him, snapping you out of your thoughts, “You obviously needed the rest so quit beating yourself up about it, darlin’.” He chides, and although you appreciated his reassurances, you still felt awful for sleeping so much. 
You need a shower, and some food too, but a shower will make you feel so much better. It will zap some energy into you and cleanup the mess you’re still making between your legs. Joel was right. He really did fill you up, and now that your sudden grouchiness has passed on, you feel bad for being snippy with him just now. He’s always so understanding, even when he doesn’t really understand your hormones. You don’t really understand them either. They can be extreme and confusing at times, especially when your moods change suddenly. 
“Thank you, handsome,” you express your gratitude with a smile, reaching out to cup his cheek and rubbing your thumb across his skin. He leans into your touch and gently shakes his head, as if to say ‘it’s no problem’ or ‘don’t mention it’.
You really appreciate the guy. He’s a good man, and a good boyfriend. The way he looks at you now speaks of nothing but love, and while you most definitely noticed the way he leaned in slowly, his face softened and his eyes honeyed, you closed the gap quickly and pressed a few chaste kisses to his lips. 
You didn’t want to, but if you spend another moment in his presence then you won’t ever make it to the bathroom. You’ll end up having sex on the sofa again and be back to square one with another mess between your legs. However, your chaste kisses weren’t enough for Joel. He wasn’t satisfied and wanted more. He took more by pulling you in close, kissing you back fervently whilst smiling against your lips. 
“Joeel,” you protest between giggles, “Stop that. I really need a shower,” you pull back, feigning disgust in your expression, “And you know what? So do you.” 
“I need a shower?” He barks out a laugh and acts like he was insulted. Shaking his head at you with a big grin on his lips, you nod to him and still wear an expression of disgust like he smells bad when in actuality, he smells so darn good. He always does. But whether or not he can actually tell you're being smart and playful right now, he relents and nods in agreement with you. 
“Okay then, darlin’. We’ll take a shower together… even though I know that’s what you really want.” He mumbles with a smirk, and it confirms that he did in fact know you were being smart and playful. “Go on then. Get,” he smacks your ass lightly. “I’ll be right behind yer.” 
Laughing to yourself with victory, you stand up and immediately squeeze your thighs together, the action making Joel chuckle as he knew why you were squeezing your thighs together. You roll your eyes to the man, still feeling slight embarrassment for the mess you're making, but the sense of pride reverberating from his smile makes you feel better about it. Made you feel less ashamed. It is a natural occurrence after sex and you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it.
“See you up there, stud,” you throw over your shoulder as you exit the lounge. Making your way upstairs and into the bedroom, you retrieve two sets of clean clothes, one for you and one for Joel before heading into the bathroom and turning the shower on.
Joel has to make sure everything is running smoothly with the water flow first before joining you, hence why he didn’t just follow you up the stairs in the first place. Jackson has electricity and a piped supply of water running through the homes, and it’s a real blessing too, but sometimes there are shortages or problems with the heating. And considering you stood with your hand under cold running water for a few moments before it gradually warmed up, you guessed that he was fixing the heater. 
Taking off your clothes and dumping them into the laundry basket just as he entered the bathroom, he stood at the doorway and drank in the sight of you fully nude with fire behind his hazel eyes. Just seeing the way he looks at you, like you were so sexy and hot, makes your skin heat up with passion and lust.
“You know how beautiful I think you are?” He asks, to which you nod and reach out for him. “M-hm. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me, handsome.” You whisper in response.
Taking hold of his hands, he slips his fingers between yours and kisses your lips again like he couldn’t ever get enough. You walk backwards together and carefully step inside the shower, humming with the contact of warm water hitting your skin. It was soft. All of it was; the water, his embrace and the kiss. You broke off reluctantly to turn around and press your back against his chest, only because the water could shut off at any given second and you shouldn’t waste a single drop. 
Although Joel wasn’t in dire need of a second shower today and he most definitely didn’t smell bad - you just wanted the company - he rested his cheek against yours and lapped up every ounce of warmth showering down from above. He even wrapped his arms around your lower stomach and caught the big foamy bubbles in his hands to lather your skin. When you held your arms out to wash them, he took advantage of the opening and caressed your breasts carefully while keeping in mind that your nipples might still be sensitive. They were, but not as bad as they once were hours ago. 
After you were satisfied with your top half being cleansed of post-coital sweat, he let the water wash all of the bubbles off his hands before cupping your pussy, acting like it’s just part of the routine to help wash your body when you could feel the man smirking against your neck. He’s quite clearly enjoying himself, and you’re enjoying his ‘help’ too, but you remind yourself of the water limits.
“Hair, baby. Watch your head.” You warn. Grabbing the shampoo and squeezing a small amount in the palm of your hand before massaging the substance through your hair, you only warn him to watch his head in case your hair hits him in the face. He moved back, but kept as close as he could, and the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses was euphoric. He loves the way it smells. It’s fruity and tropical.
Once you were finished, he returned to his prior position and rested his cheek against yours again. “We’re wasting water, you know.” You lightly chide. 
“I’ll find more if I have to,” he argues, then nuzzles his nose, mouth and chin into your neck. 
“M-hm. Whatever you say, Joel.” You retort with a laugh. Shaking your head as you feel the man nipping your skin, he had been subtly grinding into you from behind ever since you stepped into the shower and it’s really rather surprising just how horny he is today.
Sex usually takes a lot from Joel. He’s not a young man anymore and the breaks in between making love have become longer with his age, albeit it’s not a problem and hasn’t ever been. He satisfies your needs exceptionally, but today you’ve noticed that his stamina is longer lasting than it usually is. His cock is hard and he’s using the friction of him grinding against your ass to get himself off, but you had an idea and turned the shower off, momentarily disturbing the self-pleasuring rhythm he was building just now.
“Killjoy,” he tuts softly, “I was just getting started, babydoll.” 
“I got something to show you, babe -” you pause briefly, “- Well actually, I should say that I got something to teach you instead.” 
“Lead the way, ma’am,” he carefully steps out of the shower with you, still keeping his body pressed against yours, “I’m ready to learn whatever you have in mind, so long as you teach me without any clothes on.” He chuckles deeply, making you laugh with endearment. It’s not very often that you feel self-conscious or insecure about your body because Joel makes you feel beautiful in more ways than one. He adores you.
After drying off all the excess water dripping from your bodies, you lead him into the bedroom and ask him to take a seat on the chair in the corner of the room. “The chair?” He questions, confused. “But the bed is comfier.” 
“I know, but just trust me on this.” You reply. Walking over to said chair in question, you pull it across the floor and place it just at the bottom of the bed before patting the cushion. “Go on. Sit your ass down, Miller.” 
“Oooh, ok,” he throws his hands up sarcastically, but looks at you with a wild grin on his lips. “Keep talking like that darlin’ and you can have anything you want,” he winks, and you recognise the look in his eyes. He’s taken aback by your demanding tone, and he loves the shift in authority.
Perhaps that’s something else you can explore in the near future, but not right now though. Right now you’re taking it one step at a time with spicing things up in the bedroom and first up is the kink Joel already has, but didn’t know there was a name for it  - voyeurism. 
He takes a seat for you without any further protest and patiently awaits for your next command. It makes you cheer internally with delight. He’s acting submissive and it’s something you’ve never even thought about trying with him before. Not yet, but soon, you tell yourself, trying to contain your enthusiasm around the concept of being dominant in the bedroom.
You crawl onto the bed and take position right in front of him, noticing the way he places his hands on the armrests, his knuckles turning white from how he was gripping the wood. It’s as if he’s dying to lunge forward and take you, but he resists the urge for now. 
You lay back comfortably and spread your legs, watching his eyes drop to your cunt immediately with a puffing breath escaping his lips. “Hmm,” he growls, “Whatever the lesson is, I’m liking it so far, darlin’.” 
“I thought you would,” you bite your lip under his hungry wanton gaze, observing the way his cock twitches against his stomach. Although, he doesn’t remove his hands from the armrests to ease the ache he undoubtedly feels right now. He instead opts to look at your pussy, then your breasts and finally, your face.
When your eyes meet with his, you notice the way his expression softens with a smile, as if he’s completely enthralled with your beauty. “We’re going to have some fun, baby,” you whisper seductively and explain. “You like to watch me undress and get naked or pleasure myself, and that’s a form of voyeurism. It’s quite a common kink to have.” 
“That doesn't surprise me,” he shrugs, his eyes dropping down to your cunt again, “Who wouldn’t love looking at this?” He asks rhetorically, smirking. You watch as he leans forward in his chair whilst biting his lip, the movement stealing your breath away as he gets closer and closer to your heat. “Hmm darlin’,” he growls again, his voice getting deeper with arousal, “Won’t yer be a good girl for me and touch yourself?” He requests, oh so kindly. 
“God Joel,” you close your eyes, shaking your head with sexual excitement, “You drive me crazy and I love it-” you nod feverishly, “-Yes baby. Yes, I’ll touch myself for you, but only if you’ll do the same?” You counter offer, and the man simply couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. He was too worked up and needed to ease the ache between his legs and feel that familiar electrifying feeling coursing through his veins. His dick was throbbing and his balls, so full and round, were filled with yet another load that belongs to you. 
“Show me what yer got, doll,” he prompts confidently, jerking his chin outwards for you to begin while leaning back into his chair. He spreads his legs wide for you to see everything before he wraps his fingers around his length, stroking himself firmly. You love to watch Joel pleasure himself as much as he loves to watch you. The sight is beautiful and erotic, sinful.
You watch his chest rise and fall steadily, the muscles in his arms flexing with his languid movements. He likes it slow at first, and gradually gets quicker when taking care of himself, saving the harsh and rough pace for your pussy instead. 
You hold his direct line of sight when licking the tip of your finger, even though you didn’t need to - you’re still wet - but he loved it nonetheless and smirked while following the direction of your hand with attentive eyes.
“Oh,” you gasp, starting with your breasts first. You held your nipple between your fingers, rolling the bud around gently whilst lowering your other hand to your cunt. You were moaning with rapture, but for Joel, it was yet another, recurrent, struggle for the man as he didn’t know where to look. 
The facial expression you wore spoke of nothing but delight, and it was mesmerizing to look at. Your breasts were voluptuous, jiggling ever so slightly because of the sparks of pleasure you were inflicting on yourself and your cunt was stirring up something wild and fierce inside of him. He wanted a taste, wanted to delve his tongue inside your quivering entrance and drink your desire right from the source.
He kept his eyes focused on the beauty between your legs and his mouth fell open with a groan slipping out. “Ohh, that’s it,” he says, rewarding your actions, “Keep going. Just like that, darlin’.” 
“Oh, you mean like this?” You ask teasingingly, then slide two fingers inside your canal. The substance in which he desires so much was oozing out of you generously, making him feral and ravenous. 
“Yeah baby,” Joel sighs heavily, and begins stroking himself faster, “Yeah, just like that… Nnghh,” he chokes, his brows contorting with bliss as he watches you finger yourself skilfully. You produced the prettiest little whimpers for him and wiggled your hips with pleasure, your legs threatening to close any second now with your peak nearing. “Yer look so sexy like this,” he babbles compliments while vigorously fucking his fist, “Yer legs spread wide with everything on display… Mhmm God-damn, I really like that,” he groans. 
“J-Joel…” You gasp and stutter his name, barely able to form a coherent sentence. He was driving you closer and closer to the edge, that familiar peak approaching steadily. “Keep t-talking like that,” you plead, wanting him to help you see stars. The sound of him beating his dick roughly was making your eyes close and roll to the back of your head. He sounded so whacked out with ecstasy and lost within the pleasure he was giving himself, making you whine. “Holy shit.” 
“Oh, I know, I know darlin,” Joel looked at you, his bottom lip protruding mockingly, “Just feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asks, to which you writhe on the bed and whimper breathily in reply, “Yes J-Joel. Feel’s s-so good…” you nod frantically.
Watching the way he was looking at you was exhilarating, another form of pleasure that only he knows how to give. You were so close. You could feel it as you continued to finger yourself in a come hither motion whilst using your free hand to rub nameless shapes on your clit. “Oh God!” You cry out when hitting that sweet spot inside out of you. 
“That’s it, keep going,” he quickly sings the praises upon noticing you were about to fall apart, “Mhmm, I can see your cunt squeezing your fingers, baby. S'okay baby. Come for me…. Oh there you go,” he groans with you, mimicking the noises you make whilst focusing on you and only you. He watches attentively as you come undone by your own hands, the sight making his balls pull up tightly and release dribbles of pre-come out the tip of his cock, a warning of the load in which he’s about to release. 
“Joeeel…” You mewl his name, your vision blurred with lust as the tears prickle the corner of your eyes. It was too much, felt too good.
You begin to pant heavily, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths making your throat dry, thus causing your voice to sound rough. It was sexy to Joel’s ears. He loved it; loved every second of your pleasure and every little sound you made, but your legs shake violently and close together before he quickly darts both his hands out to your knees, prying them open. His touch was electric, shooting shockwaves through your skin. It made you enter the realms of a new high. A powerful high. 
“Good girl,” he praises, noticing your slick dripping around your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt, leaving a mess on the blankets beneath you. “God-damn, that’s a good fucking girl, Y/N,” he growls another praise. You just looked so hot like this - a whimpering mess before him. It made him fall over the edge without even touching himself. He still held onto your legs and reassured you through touch as you came down from your high, but could feel himself spurting ropes upon ropes of hot cum across the hairs on his lower stomach, the sensation blissful and the sight filthy. 
While he breathed through his climax, his hands gripping at your legs tightly, you slowly began to relax and revel in the post-coital bliss. The little grunting sounds he made between puffing and panting made your eyes close instinctively with a satisfied smile splayed across your face. It felt like you were floating on a cloud in seventh heaven, lost in the hysteria of your orgasm.
You were so exhausted and too distracted to notice that Joel stood from his seat and made his way into the bathroom. Only until he returned with a shockingly cold wet rag between your legs did you snap out of your trance and gasp with the contact. 
“Sorry darlin’,” he apologizes quickly. Wiping your inner thighs and cleaning off the remnants of your desire, he was gentle with his movements, making you relax once again and lay your head back. “You okay there?” He asks. 
“Yeah. I’m okay, babe,” you reply, humming contently with the delicate stroke of his hand against your body. “Are you okay?” You ask, then pull yourself to sit up on the edge of the bed and look at him, taking note of his cheeks tinted a pretty pink in color and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looked so beautiful. He always does and you can’t think of a time where you haven’t found him beautiful. It’s as if you just find him more and more attractive each and every day. 
You reach out and take his hands in yours, closing the gap to seal your lips over his in a loving kiss. He hums into your mouth, deepening the kiss as he slowly leans forward and lays you back down to the bed. “Never been better, doll,” he mumbles, finally answering your question before breaking off to move up the bed, seeking a comfier position to lay in. 
Even though you don’t feel tired, you lay beside him and look into his heavy eyes. He struggles to keep them open, but smiles bashfully and asks: “Can we do this more often? I really like watching yer pleasure yourself and-” he pauses briefly, his gaze dropping your lips then back to your eyes, “-I’d like yer to take the lead sometime as well. Took me by surprise with that bossy tone earlier, and I like that too.” 
You smile upon hearing the man say those words. It was all the confirmation you needed to know that he was interested in giving you the control for a change. You reach out and cup his cheek, kissing the corner of his lips once as he closes his eyes. “Sure baby, I can do that,” you whisper, “We’ll talk more about it soon, but rest up for me, okay? I’ll go make us dinner.”
Moving away from the bed and taking the blankets with you to be washed, you retrieve a couple fleece blankets from the cupboard and lay them over Joel’s body, making sure he is comfortable and warm, but the sound of him snoring softly makes you suppress a laugh. He had fallen asleep in a matter of seconds, and it made your chest swell with pride knowing you’re the reason why he’s out cold.
You spent a few moments admiring the man with a little endearing grin on your lips. He looked so peaceful, inviting and relaxed, making you feel warm inside and grateful to have such a fine man as your partner in life. 
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Yours
Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader) 
Summary: Feeling one particular emotion at the wrong time and place, how does it affect the friendship between you and your fellow survivor Joel Miller? Your only good friend and trusted ally amongst a group of twenty, who remains oblivious of your silent crush - how does the man react when you're running away from packs of Hunters and you are… aroused. 
WC: 3.2k
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Hunters doing hunter shit (no one gets hurt). Little bit of angst (With a happy ending of course). Unprotected PIV sex in a risky, unsafe location. Oral. (M receiving) Face fucking, deep throating. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Slight Ownership Kink possibly? Breast/Nipple play. And lastly, lots of fluff. 
AN: Yass, I’ve missed writing out oneshots and really enjoyed exploring this short story. It’s nice to take a break and use a different era/setting, so I hope ya’ll enjoy this as much as I did. (May pick it back up in the future, idk yet) <33
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Emotions are a funny thing right? They’re just feelings, a chemical synapse in your brain responding to everything around you in some type of way - they’re funny to you because you can’t explain those feelings sometimes, and this is one of those times where you can’t explain why or how you feel the way you do. 
The harrowing experience in which you are going through right now is just like every other day in this dark world; passing through a town, and surprise surprise, you get ambushed, split up from your group and therefore have to fight your way out. Same shit, different day.
This would count as the third time it has happened in the last four month traveling on the open road with your small group of survivors, and honestly, you’re starting to get used to it.  
The Lakeside Lodges used to be your camp once upon a time, but just like every other camp as it seems, it fell to the hands of Infected and you all had to move on. Your fellow survivors aren’t all that bad, there are a few questionable people of course, there always are, but the vast majority are safe to be around, and besides, you can take care of yourself if any one of them tries to overstep. 
The rules are as follows; no stealing, no fighting or killing each other and if you see something first, it’s yours. You just have to yell it out like the boss can hear you - and so far, there hasn't been any push back with those rules set by Deacon - the leader of the group. He does a decent job at keeping the rowdy ones in line and a lot of people look up to him. Not you, but mostly the men in your group. 
They respect him, but you, on the other hand, respect his sister. You don’t dislike Deacon, but you don’t exactly place him on a pedestal like the others do. If anyone should be in charge, then it should be his sister Melissa, or maybe Joel Miller. Truthfully, Melissa would be the better choice and the only reason you nominate Joel is because you have a crush on him. He has leadership material for sure, but he’s not interested in leading twenty people into a new world. 
And you know this because you’re his only friend, well, sort of. You annoyed him enough to give in and open up a little, but not too much. The man is overall a quiet person, keeps himself to himself and doesn’t bother anybody. Initially you thought he did that to avoid a fight, but after seeing him fight on many occasions now, you know it’s because he could quite easily kill any man in this group, therefore he doesn’t get involved with anyone to avoid making a mistake that gets him banished. 
Today is day three of your hellish escape out of this town with groups of hunters and the dead around every corner, but lucky for you, Joel was at your side when your group got scattered. You weren’t on your own, which would seriously lessen your odds of survival, but the reason you are having a meltdown right now is because of that one emotion you feel during a time like this. Arousal - you are aroused, and that’s why it’s so damn funny to you. 
It’s funny because it’s confusing and silly. You should be terrified for your life right now. Joel and you ducked into a hotel with Hunters hot on your heels, but the way the man was grabbing at your arm, pushing you in front of him, as if shielding you from any harm, was driving you up the wall. Why? Why does this guy, who is so quiet and doesn’t get involved with anyone, stick his neck out for your safety? 
You assume that it’s because he cares. In his own little ways maybe, but it’s in moments like this where you really get to catch a glimpse of how far you and Joel have come together. It’s called friendship, people that you can trust. And Joel is your friend, but boy do you want it to be more than that. You want him to take you in his arms, seal his lips over your with a fervent kiss then fuck you senseless. Stop thinking about him like that! Now is not the time! You yell inside. 
“Keep movin’, girl.” Joel urges you forward quickly, but carefully too so you don’t trip and fall. “Keep going, just keep going.” He repeats and your mind thinks of him saying those words in an entirely different scenario. Sighing frustration, you needed to get a grip of yourself and act proper, especially at a time like this when you can hear the Hunters boots ascending the stairwell. There’s only five of them, easy numbers to take, but Joel seems adamant to put space between you both and them for some reason. 
Upon reaching the end of the hall, he looks into the empty rooms and sees that one of them has a giant hole in the ceiling. “Alright, up there.” He ushers inside fast. “We’ll lose them up here.” 
“Joel-” You try to protest, finding reason for his absurdly different fight tactics. “-Why are we trying to lose them? We should fight.” 
“Not now, Y/N.” He brushes you off, then forcefully turns you around to face the cabinet underneath the hole. Gasping from the contact of his hands boosting you up by your ass, suddenly you don’t feel the need to protest anymore and love his new fight tactics. Jesus! That small amount of contact was sparking pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. 
Turning around and reaching out for him, he climbs the cabinet with ease and takes your hand to be pulled up through the hole, however he loses his footing and causes you both to stumble backwards, the action pushing your breasts into his chest as his thigh jams between your legs. “Oh!” You moan, and your cheeks instantly begin to burn, however Joel doesn’t pay any attention to it. 
“Shit, that was my bad. Are you hurt or good to keep moving?” He asks, completely oblivious to the fact you had just breathed a moan into his face, enjoying the contact of his leg grinding against your core. “Y-yes.” You stutter, hoping to keep your silly emotions hidden from him.  “I’m good. Let’s move.” 
Moving out of the room and into the hallway at a slow pace, you could hear the Hunters searching for you and Joel on the floor below, however there was a much more prevalent danger lurking on this floor. Infected were standing dormant, awaiting stimulus in their surroundings. “Oh shit.” Joel grunts softly, pulling you close to him and dipping into another empty room. 
As much as you like how protective he was being right now, it wasn’t like him and you had enough. “What is wrong with you?” You ask, trying to reason with him. “We’re putting ourselves into more and more danger here. We need to kill the threats and get out of here.” 
“Y/N - not now.” Joel persists, gesturing with his hand to get you to stop prying. “You wouldn’t understand anyways, darlin’.” 
“Understand what?” Asking him another question, even though you can visually see that he is pissed off, you felt comfortable enough with the man to know he wouldn’t direct that anger at you, but he doesn’t answer. Watching him look around the room for anything he can use to fight with, you watch the man you’ve seen fight enemies with his bare hands look frantic and distressed. It was worrying. 
Why is he so worried? You wonder. We’ve been in worse situations before. After hearing the distant sounds of Hunters climbing through the hole you and Joel climbed through, he looked at you with heavy eyes. His expression cycled through the emotions, as if there were too many to handle all at once. “Jesus, Joel.” You whisper, shaking your head at him. “Talk to me, what is wrong with you right no-”
“I don’t want to lose you!” He yells - actually yells, not caring about who or what he alerts. An imaginary gust of wind blows through the room between you and Joel as you just stand there, staring at him. Those words drifted around the room, clung to the air and held a heavy amount of weight. He doesn’t want to lose me? Your eyes widen with the meaning of that statement. A smile on your lips appears. That imaginary weight hanging in the balance drops and love wraps itself around your body like a warm blanket. Joel doesn’t want to lose you, because he loves you. 
Gliding across the room, your lips crash onto his in a searing kiss as you push him backwards. The sounds of Hunters fighting Infected fading out in the background as you push him into a closet. Joel pushes back, but only far enough to reach for the doors and close them, completely encasing you in darkness, wrapped up in his big, strong arms, wrapped up in his love. 
“Y/N.” He groans your name in a whisper, a soft breathy sigh, hinted with desperation. Fighting for leverage by grabbing your hips, the man pulls you into him as he bucks his hips forward, showing his dire need in this exact moment. Silly, silly emotions in a time like this, but it’s apparent that you’re not the only one with untimely emotions. Joel is hard, painfully hard, it’s currently poking into your lower stomach. And you - you are soaked through with desire. 
“Joel.” Breaking off from his passionate kiss, you hold a finger to his lips and whisper. “Stay quiet, handsome.” You plant a kiss on the corner of his lips then fall to your knees, the action drawing out a shaky ‘fuck me’ from him before he tosses his head back, biting the back of his hand. Your delicate hands roam the expanse of his clothed crotch, palming his bulge with intention before working the belt buckle open. 
Wishing that he could see you within the darkness of this small space, Joel focuses on your touch and pictures your beautiful face behind his closed eyes. The zipper to his jeans open and his cock springs free, audibly slapping his stomach. He breathes heavily with anticipation, feeling you pull his jeans down until they pool around his ankles, and then, your warm breath fans over him. The sensation of your soft lips and shallow breath trailing up his inner thigh making his cock twitch, you stop at his hip and plant a kiss on the skin. 
“Y/N - please.” Pleadings choking up his throat, he can physically feel you smiling into the kiss on his other hip before you reassure him. “We’ll get there, baby.” You say sweetly while dragging your tongue up his rock hard cock then back down again. “I want to take my time with you.” 
“I'm afraid we won’t have enough time, darlin’.” He grunts, still biting the back of his hand to muffle his moans, however he couldn’t stop the sharp gasping noise he made when your lips landed on his balls. You took the sac in your mouth, swirled your tongue around and very carefully sucked, just enough pressure that it was all pleasure for him. “Goddammit!” His growl hums through his hand, biting the flesh so hard it was close to drawing blood. “When the time comes, girl.” Joel's voice whispers down from above, laced with warning. “When the time comes, you’ll feel my payback for days, darlin’.” 
“Oh, I look forward to it.” You moan, then correct yourself. “In fact, I’m desperate for it, Joel. I’m desperate for you.” Licking a path up his cock again, this time you give the man what he so dearly wants and take the head of him your mouth, extracting a pornographic noise from his lips. You hum eagerly when burying your face into the hairs of his mound, holding yourself there for a few seconds before pulling back with an obscene gasp for air. 
“Show me how desperate you are, Joel.” You heave a silent request for him to take over, to fuck your face like he owns your mouth like it’s his own personal warm hole. “Take me, baby - I’m yours.” You mewl, practically begging him. It was disgraceful of you, on your knees with your mouth open, ready for him. 
“My pleasure, doll.” Joel grunts before threading his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly before thrusting his cock inside your mouth. You choked, feeling the tip of his prod the back of your throat in the most delicious way. There was no time to wait and so he began fucking your mouth at a steady pace, giving you a break for air each time he pulled his hips back. “Play with yerself, babydoll.” He groans through gritted teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the wet glucking noise of you taking him whole every time. “Go on, get that pussy ready for me, Y/N.” 
Moaning around him, the bliss-filled tears stain your cheeks as you slip your hand down your body and inside your jeans fingers landing directly over your clit. You jolt from the delectable sensation and coat your fingers with your slick before delving two inside your quivering hole. “Oh that’s it, darlin’. Good girl.” Joel praises, smiling from the sounds he could hear. “You’re drenched, I can hear that wet little pussy, baby.”
Moaning again, you nod when he buries your face into his mound and Joel keeps you there while using his other hand to palm your breasts through the fabric. “Know how many times I caught myself staring at these? Huh?” He asks, then pinches your nipple, drawing out a cry from you. “Oh, there she is.” He mocks a sickly sweet compliment. “There’s my girl.” 
Hips pulling back to give you a break for air, Joel twists his body and brings you with him, now with your back placed to the wall. “Keep those open.” He kicks your feet apart, then warns. “You’re gonna take my load, baby. I’m close.” You manage to utter a teasing reply before he forcefully opens your mouth and buries his cock inside again, muffling your moans of pleasure. 
Sampling a taste of him, you swallowed beads of pre-cum and used your other hand to cup his balls, fondling them gently to get him there. You jaw aches and the back of your throat felt bruised, but if you could, you’d allow Joel to fuck your mouth mercilessly for as long as he possibly wanted. His pleasure is yours, and although you like receiving, you love to give a whole lot more. Just hearing him grunting above and feeling his hips snap forward was driving you over the edge into the pools of ecstasy. You wish you could see his cock, but just feeling him in your mouth suggests that the stretch is going to be impressive when the time comes. 
“Shit!” He breathes sharply, resting his forearm against the wall while fucking your mouth. He slipped his hand behind your head, protecting you from the contact as his pace picks up. “Oh God. I’m gonna cum. Holy shit, holy shit! Baby, I’m cumming!” Joel yells, bursting ropes of his warmth on your tongue and you gulp it back, emptying your mouth to take more. The noise of your actions was loud, you could hear it yourself and you knew Joel could too. He even praised it. “Yes, baby, yes. Keep going, just like that.” He cries, thighs jerking from the sensitivity. “Take it all, Y/N. Nnugh! Good girl, there we go.” 
Pulling back and only hearing you catch your breath from below, Joel does the same and breathes through the aftermath of his orgasm. He misses the sight of your face, hates the darkness in this closet that keeps him from seeing you. Nothing outside this small space could be heard and he takes a gamble that the danger has disappeared. Standing up straight, he kicks the door open behind him with his foot and light floods the room. And he didn’t think you could look any more sexy than what you are. 
Sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest, spread out with your hand inside your jeans, where there was a clear damp patch in the crotch area, but your face…Oh God, your face drives him - a sound minded man - absolutely stir crazy with hunger for more. A mixture of his cum and your spit smeared across your chin, your pretty eyes blotchy with tears as your cheeks blossom red - you look beautiful. Beautiful and desirable. “Oh.” You say, crooking one eyebrow with a smirk on your lips. “Looks like someone isn’t finished yet.” 
Looking at his growing cock, it hardened again and you were right, he isn’t finished. Not at all. “C’mere.” He whispers softly, reaching down to help you off the floor. Kissing you on the lips while walking backwards until he meets the base of a bed, Joel slips his hands to your front and impatiently opens up your jeans. The man didn’t even wait until they were at your feet before sliding his cock through your slit, coating himself with your desire. The position was something you’ve never done before, he was rolling his hips forward, using your thighs that were squeezed together to give him pleasure, which was stimulating your clit. 
“I need you.” He mumbles into your mouth, desperate to feel your warmth wrap around him. “Take your shirt off, baby. I’ve fantasized about how your boobs look for too long.” 
Taking your shirt off along with your bra, Joel wastes no time with ducking his head down and taking your pert nipple into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin harshly with a gentle bite. “Joel!” You mewl. Tossing your head back as he grunts like some wild animal chasing his own high. Dropping an arm to your leg, he brings it up high, spreading you apart so he can take what he really wants. A broken whine escapes you as he inserts the tip of him inside, round and bulbous, stretching you open nicely for what's to come next. 
“I don’t ever want to lose you.” Joel repeats his statement from earlier, burying himself to the hilt inside your heat. Relishing in your moans of pleasure as you clench around him, he presses his forehead to yours and whispers. “That’s why we’re leaving the group. We’re never going back to them - they’re gonna get us killed and I can’t lose you, darlin. I can’t.” 
“Joel.” You sigh a breath of relief. After planting a kiss on his lips, joy floods your chest with a smile spreading across your lips. You look him in the eyes, feeling his warmth inside of you, wrapping you up in his love, and therefore bringing you to repeat your statement from earlier too. “I’m yours, Joel.” 
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Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller
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WC: 6.1k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mutual Pining. Smut. Unprotected PIV sex. Size Difference kink & Praise kink. (This one's on me, I can't help but include some sexy southern praises from Joel lmao) Reader is a little shy. Joel makes reader feel small and petite, no matter her actual size - he's just bigger than her in every way. AN: I didn't plan for this to be so long, but words just kept spilling and here we are 6k later haha. Enjoy my loves, this is only the first of many and I hope this kinktober was worth the wait <3
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You’ve never really considered yourself to be a small woman, sure there are people out there that are taller than you and there are people out there who are shorter than you as well, but you haven’t really put much thought about your height until you came across a man named Joel Miller. 
He, compared to you, feels like a giant. He isn’t a giant of course, but just standing beside him and having to bend your neck slightly to look up into his dreamy brown eyes says something. There are other people here in Jackson who are mighty tall too, Jesse or Eugene for example, but they don’t make you feel small like the way Joel Miller does. Oh no.
There’s something else different about him that makes you feel small, something intimidating… sexually intimidating. When you’re around Joel, you actually become aware of the size difference, all of the size differences actually. His hands are much larger than yours, his shoes are huge, arms beefed out with muscles that make yours look pathetic, calves, thighs and back are also beefed out with muscles over twenty years worth of keeping fit, but his chest is most impressive. 
You’ve caught a glimpse of Joel without a shirt once and that image was burned into your memory forever. He's hairy, enough that you’ve thought about running your fingers through, strong and wide chested which has caught you off guard multiple times now, especially in close quarter situations where you feel like you're being caged in by the man.
You’d give anything to hug him, to really hug him, like sit in his lap and let his arms wrap around you. Arguing with yourself that it’s just his rugged handsomeness and quiet exterior that you're drawn to, you’ve come to the conclusion after your most recent encounter with the man that it’s actually his size difference that's driving you crazy the most.
Your most recent encounter with Joel almost caused you to embarrass yourself and reveal your little crush on him, but thankfully due to his oblivious and carefree nature, he didn’t take notice and you were safe. It happened on a group patrol last week when Joel was showing you the ins and outs.
He was showing you how to properly approach seemingly empty buildings and search the place, then he showed you how to make use of your supplies and weapons judging on the size or quantity of infected. If there is just one, you take it out with a knife, if there are more, use fire effectively to kill multiple at once, and lastly, if it’s a bloater, use everything you’ve got or get out of there. 
Everything was going great and you were learning a lot, until things took a turn for the worst when you entered a small block of apartments. The group split up in pairs to search the building thoroughly and when there was a bloater in one of the apartments that Joel noticed before you did, he grabbed your arm before you could alert your position and pulled you back to the wall. 
The manoeuvre was just to prevent you from making a grave mistake, although the stance he took and held over you was throwing you completely off balance. Both of you were wearing masks to protect yourselves against the spores, the building was dark and dusty, but in that moment with both of Joel’s hands placed to the wall behind your head, his large and broad chest in your face, it couldn’t be any more clear for you that it was his size difference that turns you on. 
It turned you right there and then, especially when he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your head back to look up into his eyes so he could ask if you were okay. A faint breathy moan is what escaped your lips in reply. A subtle nod of your head answered his question before he looked away, thankfully right before your legs squeezed together. He didn’t notice then how aroused you were, and he isn’t around right now to see how aroused you are again just thinking about it. 
The man took you out of there quickly, then proceeded to take a few others from the group who had more experience back into the block of apartments to kill the bloater. You heard the commotion from outside, hoped and prayed that everything went smoothly and when they all emerged unharmed, you asked Joel for extra help. You wanted to be at their level of fighting skills, to be one of the people that he can call on should a situation like this ever arise again. 
However, today is the day you planned to meet up with him and undergo some one-on-one lessons, and although you're nervous as hell to be around him since last week's incident, you need to learn how to fight as well as he and others in Jackson do. You’re a part of this community now, have been for the last year, and it’s time now to learn everything that you should have long ago. 
Before you found Jackson, you were in another group that did things very differently, which ultimately caused their demise in the end. They taught you to always take the stealthy approach, sneak around the infected and slip by unnoticed, which you did exceptionally well, however it was because of this fighting technique that resulted in the surrounding area of their camp becoming more and more crowded with infected until they eventually closed in. 
And before you found that camp, your mother and father had always protected you. They still try to even now, but their age is catching up with them and it’s just another reason for you to make a change. A few weeks after they called it quits with patrols - or in other words, they retired - you joined up to the group patrols, thus bringing you here now as you make your way over to Joel’s house. 
Thankfully, it's the beginning of summer so it’s not too cold or too hot just yet, though in a few weeks you know it’s going to be sweltering and your choice of clothing today is purely practical; shorts and a vest - perfect for the task ahead and weather all around.
While you may have accidentally put on a pair of clothes that are one size small, they actually fit rather well, but are tight in specific areas - areas that you want Joel to notice. You wouldn’t normally opt for this type of clothing if you were going beyond the walls, but since Joel detailed that your first lesson will be held in his backyard, you figured it wouldn’t cause much of a problem to wear more of a skin revealing outfit.
Besides, you’ve passed at least three or four people wearing shorts and vests just like yourself on your way to his house. You know it won’t be a problem, you’re just getting inside of your own head because you’re hoping it will grab his attention and that's what's causing you to overthink.
Reaching his home after a leisurely stroll, you stop at the base of his porch steps and take a minute to calm down your anxiousness. He’s just a guy that you have a crush on, how problematic can it be to learn an important thing or two from him about fighting off infected?
I’m fussing over nothing. You conclude with your inner voice then climb the stairs with some newfound confidence. Knocking on his door three times, you wait a few moments before hearing him calling for you to just come inside. “Hey, it’s just me.” You call out, even though you know he is expecting you, it’s just to be well mannered and all. 
When he yells back, reporting that he’s in the backyard, you make your way through the laundry room and out the back door, bracing for his look of disgust that never came. Joel wasn’t even looking at you or your outfit, he was too busy assorting three long planks of wood on the table top, stacking them up on top of each other. On the grass below lay a whole mess of wood shavings and wood blocks. “Hi.” You greet him again, this time with a small wave. 
“Morning. You’re a little early, Y/N. Let me finish up here, then we’ll get started.” He speaks with an authoritative tone, which makes you yearn to hear him say other, more sexual things, in an authoritative tone of voice. Snapping out of your drooling, you remember your manners and move towards him, offering your help. “Is there anything I can do… With whatever this is that you’re doing?” 
“It’s just wood.” Joel chuckles softly before finally standing up straight to look at you. He brings a hand up to block the sun from his eyes and you fight the urge to smile when seeing his eyes dart down your body for a split second, no disgust, but he does quickly avert his gaze and asks. “I was gonna to sand down the blocks. You actually wanna help with that?”
“Sure.” You shrug, nodding. “Doesn’t look too complicated.” 
“Alright then.” Joel chuckles again, which sounded more of a scoff this time, as if he couldn't believe that you actually wanted to help. Turning away from you, he heads into his garden shed to retrieve something then comes back out holding two large duffle bags filled with tools. After rifling through one of them, he hands you a pair of gloves then a sandpaper holder. “Soften the surfaces with this and take your time with it too, I don’t want any splinters.” 
“Okay.” You chirp with optimism and ignore his belittling attitude before starting with the closest block of wood. It was a large cut, probably a weight you would struggle to lift whereas Joel would have no problem with it, and seeing as though it was just laying on the grass, you just knelt down instead of attempting to pick it up.
After putting your gloves on, you start sanding down each surface carefully while noticing the way Joel kept looking over to you in the corner of your eyes. You hoped that he was stealing glances of those areas of your body that were accentuated with your tight clothes, but he was actually just checking that you were doing your task properly.
It sucks that he doesn't seem interested, but at least now you know for sure and you can move on from your silly little crush. Which means you can stop making an effort to look good in front of him too. Kneeling to the floor properly now without a care of how you look, you rest your weight on your heels and focus on the block of wood, tilting it over to sand each new ragged face until it is smooth.
You’ve heard about Joel and his workshop, about how he crafted a couple handmade guitars for some of the residents and it makes you wonder if he’s using these blocks for something else. You fail to see how he can make a guitar out of a square block, it’s too chunky and definitely not long enough, but maybe he could make one of those other guitars, the littles ones. 
“Hey, what are those little guitars called again, I forgot?” You ask after trying to remember the name of them, but to no avail. When there was no answer from Joel, you thought that maybe he didn’t remember either. "Oh, Ukulele. That's it." You tut to yourself upon remembering the name, though there was still no answer from Joel.
Turning to look at him, curious as to what has him so occupied that he can't answer you, it becomes quite clear when you witness him quickly look away with a sigh, acting like the planks of wood were hard work for him to move around. They weren't, he wasn't even moving them - Joel was staring at your ass.
So, he did take notice of the clothes after all. You say to yourself silently, wondering how you could make use of your outfit to get more reactions out of him. Leaning forward very subtly, you play it off like you needed a better angle to sand the wood block and the sound of him clearing his throat was victorious. It was more of a choked grunt catching in his throat, which gave you the confidence to push some more with your teasing tactics. 
Spreading your legs apart just a little, acting as if your thighs were sore from sitting in the position, you arch your back too and it worked beautifully as Joel drops his hand to readjust himself. Thankfully the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes kept him from noticing that you could see him clearly easing the ache in his crotch.
You wanted to laugh so bad. It was amusing knowing he is struggling, but you kept on with your poker face and wore an expression of focus while you work. A few moments later though, you stop to straighten your back and wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.
“Phew!” You huff, fanning your vest shirt to circulate the air around your flushed skin. It’s hot today, and although you’re mostly working up a sweat from the consistent back and forth action of sanding wood, you’re also working up a sweat because of Joel as he, too, was feeling the heat.
Moisture was gathering on his forehead and there was a thin damp trail lining the back of his shirt, the sight sexy to look at each time he turned his back to you. All you wanted right there and then is see his top half naked again, the memory of it in your mind isn’t enough, thus causing you to sigh with need.
“You know, if yer need a drink all yer gotta do is just ask.” Joel offers, his tone coming across a tad frustrated. Gee, I wonder why? Laughing on the inside, you look over to him, still fanning your vest - which you noticed him drop his eyes to look at - then replied. “Okay then. I’d like a drink please, Joel.” 
With a curt nod in reply, he removes his gloves and sets them down on the table top before heading inside the house. You hear the tap running and glasses clinking, but there was a long pause after the tap was turned off and when the man came back outside, your first immediate thought when seeing him was, ‘oh shit, he knows’. 
Joel came back outside, shirtless, holding a glass of water in each hand and instead of just handing one over to you like any normal, sane person would, he decided to kneel down to the grass beside you first, maintaining your eye contact, then handed it over.
Taking the glass from him with wide eyes, you know for a fact that he is doing this purposely to get back at you simply because of the way the corners of his lips twitch. He was fighting back the urge to smile and laugh. You probably look like a deer in the headlights to him and he thinks it’s funny.
You can’t even say that you’re angry about it either because you wanted to see him shirtless again and goddammit does he look good right now. Especially when he takes a drink of water, the droplets rolling down his sharp chin then down his tanned, muscled neck ever so slowly like he was advertising some beer commercial. 
Watching his adams apple bob with each gulp he took and licking your lips with your dirty thoughts, you now fight an urge to let your eyes drop to where you want to look most. His chest and stomach were so close to you, so large and tempting to reach out and touch, but you can’t do that. It would be wrong and certainly overstepping his boundaries. 
Instead, you look away and take a drink of water, to coat your dry mouth after staring at him for so long, however his proximity to you was still so close and you could still see him the corner of your eyes. The hairs in between his pecs, or the little trail of hairs over his belly button, leading into his jeans, the strong muscular veins in his hands and forearms. It didn’t matter that you looked away because you could still see everything. 
“I need to use your bathroom.” Standing from the floor upon feeling lightheaded and dizzy, Joel stood up from the floor too and it just made everything worse. He’s so fucking tall, your head is level with his brawny man boobs, and you would even go as far as saying they’re bigger than yours, though his are purely made of strength, whereas yours is made up of fleshy tissue. “Where do I go?” You ask, diverting your attention back to the original task which is to step away for a moment and catch your breath, otherwise he’ll be picking you up off the floor very soon.
“Go inside, out the laundry room then it’s the door to your left.” Nodding to him, you manage to whisper a small thankyou before your legs quickly carry you inside his house. You’re a mess, a soaking wet mess and you can feel it dampening your underwear. All that confidence you had just a few moments ago vanished and you need to get yourself together. 
Finding the bathroom and taking a whole minute to cool off, your cheeks were blushing red and your chest was on fire, still worked up over his actions just now. After finishing off your glass of water, you filled it up again in his sink and exited the room while gulping back the substance to drown your nerves.
Why does he make me feel so nervous? And why the hell do I love it?! You argue with yourself internally, completely bypassing the man sitting on the stairs as you walk past - until he speaks. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He asks seductively, causing you to choke with surprise.
Turning quickly, you puff out a heavy breath of air from the shock of his voice and lean against the banister, lifting your arm to wipe away the water that had escaped your lips. “Jesus, you startled me.” You scoff, to which Joel responds by lifting his hand to rub your chin, wiping away the water you had missed.
Gasping from the action, he now allows himself to fully smirk and drags his thumb across your bottom lip, crooking one brow. “You sound so pretty when you choke.” I’m dreaming, right? This isn’t real, I passed out in the bathroom and this is a dream...
Panicking with your inside voice, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest with his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip down, as if he were opening your mouth. If you felt sexually intimidated by him before, then he has just cranked it up a few notches and blown off the Richter scale. You felt a flood of arousal rush straight to your core - again! Which was causing your thighs to squeeze together - which he most certainly noticed this time, and laughed at. He actually just laughed at you.
“Don’t yer think I’ve noticed what you’ve been doin’?” Dropping his arm now and tilting his head to the side, mockingly, he narrows his eyes. “Wearing those clothes? Moaning to me and squeezing your legs together just now and last week? Or staring at me for long periods of time, hm? Didn’t think I caught on to that, did you babydoll?” He bites his lip, then smirks once more. 
“Oh God.” You whisper under your breath, gulping back air as your mouth becomes dry yet again. Joel definitely knows, and not just about you deciding to wear these clothes today, but he knows about your crush… about everything.
“No, I’m far from God-” He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “Just call me by my name, unless you’d prefer to moan it, darlin’.” 
“Took y-you long enough t-to notice.” You stutter, finally breaking your silence by backchatting. You found just enough confidence to reply to Joel after feeling so taken aback by his tone and attitude with you. It’s sexy as hell and you want more of it, but you also want to be bold and sexy for him too.
“Yeah, well I had to make sure first, didn’t I?” He retaliates, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shakes his head at you, as if he was annoyed but his smile said otherwise.
Joel likes your attempt at back chatting, though you felt embarrassed for stuttering, just seeing him so amused gave you some courage, and besides, he has just said that he had to make sure - meaning he has known about your crush for a while and was making sure his suspicions are correct before making a move, therefore… He must like me too.
Coming to a realization with that thought, your silence certainly wasn’t helping and you quickly replied. “And to make sure of what exactly?” Shrugging your shoulders, you feign innocence to the man like you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, hoping he would express his thoughts into words. “Enlighten me, Joel.” 
“I wanted to make sure that the things I was noticing about you were correct.” He clarifies, then pauses for a second to find the right words upon seeing your disappointment. You wanted more from him, to really hear him get dirty with that mouth of his, and he knows it too.
Joel can visually see what you want without a need for words, the man is good at surveying people and he’s had some time surveying you. Lifting his hand, he beckons you closer with a finger, which you do for him without protest, and your heart still beats fast, panties drenched once again and chest still burning a blaze, but right now, you would do anything he asks of you.
Standing in front of him, just between his legs, the position he was sitting in put his face level with yours and his big dreamy eyes darkened as he whispers. “I wanted to make sure that you really wanted me and it wasn’t just a harmless little crush. That’s why it took me so damn long, darlin’ because..." He pauses, eyes roaming the expanse of your face with a genuine smile on his lips. "Because everything will change between me and you, and I want to be certain that it's what you want."
Nodding, you couldn’t find the words to reply even if you wanted to. You’re so close to him, so close to bringing your dreams into a reality. You’ve pleasured yourself thinking about this, thinking about being caged in by his big strong arms, your cheek resting on his chest as he fucks you until stars appear behind your eyes. You can physically feel the pulse in your nether regions, that’s how desperate you are to let Joel take you right here, right now, but he needs to hear you express your thoughts into words too.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll work on that confidence of yours.” He leans in closer, bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip again. “Now, I did my part y/n, so you gotta do yours and tell me what I need to hear before we go any further - what is it that you want from me?” He asks simply, a clear and simple question; leaving the door open for you to let yourself in - it’s an invitation. 
The control is in your hands right here, right now. You could lie to him and say he has got it all wrong, that you’re not interested, but then you would be lying to yourself too. Joel is giving you a choice because you know just by looking in his eyes that he isn’t going to let you go until he’s satisfied with his pleasurable treatment for you. And you want it, you absolutely want his pleasurable treatment. 
“I want you.” Is what you say in a breathy moan. Eyes feeling heavy and love drunk, you inhale shakily when feeling his thumb push past your lips. “I need you, Joel.” You clarify, giving him more confirmation, more control. Your eyes close now when feeling the pad of his thumb on your tongue, sealing your lips around him with a suckling bite, he hums deeply with a contented sigh, pleased with your responses. 
“Oh, that's a good girl, y/n.” Joel growls a praise, his voice heavy with desire and need. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, but now you gotta open those eyes for me.”
Doing as he says, you open your eyes and moan at the dark wanton expression on his face. It’s feral, wild. “Atta girl.” Joel praises you again, and it never occurred to you how much you needed to hear him say it before. No one else could hold the power he does in a simple praise.
Suddenly, his thumb on your tongue pushes down, a directional signal for you to kneel and you do. Carefully falling to your knees, your hands land on his thighs to hold yourself steady, to keep you tethered to reality with what’s about to come. Joel removes his thumb and leans back to unbuckle his belt, which is where you now become fully aware of his exceptionally large bulge showing through the fabric of his jeans.
You’ve wondered about his size on many occasions now, wondered if he is large in length or girth, or both, and you’re about to find out. Looking up into his eyes, the man grunts a heavy groan at your expression. “Fuck! You look so pretty on your knees for me, darlin’.”
Working faster to release his cock from the confines of his clothes, lifting his hip up off the step to pull down his jeans and boxers, you watch in awe as his sizable cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It's big, much bigger than you expected.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna fit sweetheart.” Joel chuckles after seeing your eyes widen. The tip of his cock reaches his belly button, but the length isn’t what made your eyes widen, it's the girth of him. You know just by looking at his dick that you’d struggle to wrap your fingers around him, and just thinking about him entering you makes you wince. “Hey.” He calls for you, pulling your attention back to his eyes with reassurance. “We have all night, doll and we'll both take our time, okay?”
"Okay." Gulping, you nod to him and push past your initial fear. Of course Joel would be big here too, he’s big everywhere else, and it was silly of you to think he would have an average or below average sized cock. There’s nothing average about him. Not even his balls, which look like they would fit nicely in the palm of your hand. 
After seeing his thighs tense with need, your own curiosity and desire was growing too impatient and you reached out to cup his sac. “Oh fuck.” He gasps from the contact. Leaning back and spreading his legs apart, you take advantage of the room he was giving you and move between his thighs, already feeling surrounded by him. 
You squeeze his thigh with your other hand while placing an experimental kitten lick along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. He twitches, balls pulling up in your hand with the sexiest sounds escaping his lips. His moans were praising your actions, therefore giving you a boost of confidence.
“Joel.” You whisper his name, to which he lifts his head and looks down his body, directly into your eyes. “Gotta keep those eyes open for me.” You smirk, using his own words against now before leaning in and sealing your lips around the tip of his cock.
"Oh, you're a naughty woman." The man grunts through his struggles to keep his eyes open, but no matter how stubborn as he is, he keeps them open for you, watching and living in the moment of you sucking the tip of him softly with skill. Joel knew under all of that shyness there was a impressive, sexy and experienced woman.
After wondering how much you can take, you bury him inside your mouth until it becomes too much, which is more than halfway. And although you felt proud to take that much inside, you wanted to impress him and take more, to be able to bury your nose into the hairs on his mound and sound so pretty for him choking on his cock. You heard Joel loud and clear earlier, he enjoyed hearing you choke on your water and you know now that he was picturing you choking on his length instead. 
“I may need your help.” You blurt when releasing him. Removing your hand from his thigh, you wrap it around the base of him and rotate your wrist. “You’re too big for my mouth Joel, it won’t fit.” You tease with a smile, growing more and more confident with each passing second before opening your mouth once more and taking him inside again. 
“Oh, it will.” He growls, digging his feet into the floor for leverage. “I’ll help you make it fit, doll - trust me."
Moaning when he places his hand to the back of your head, you didn’t know what you liked most, the feeling of his large cock inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, or the fact that his hand is about the size of your head and takes very little for him to hold. The man doesn’t even need to use your hair when pushing you down, burying himself a little deeper and groaning at the sound of you gagging around him, he could keep you in this position if he wanted to, make you choke for air as his cock takes up every inch of space in your throat, yet he didn’t. 
Instead, Joel found a comfortable rhythm that benefits you both for his sake of pleasure and your ability to breathe, though whether it be guilt or desire that you aren’t receiving anything, he carefully sat up and slipped his hand down your vest top, holding your soft plump breast in his hand. You went with the latter as that quickly became too little for Joel and he yanked the straps of your vest and bra down, revealing one side of your chest completely for him to caress in the way he really wanted to. 
“Hm, sensitive aren’t they?” He mocks as you moan around him, feeling him pinch your nipples. Rolling the bud around, he removes his hand for a second and you watch as he licks the tip of his fingers before returning to circle your bud with his spit. You can physically feel your nipples begin to harden, growing more and more sensitive to every little touch he gives.
Multitasking must be one of Joel’s strong suits as he continues to push your head down on his cock while fondling your breast in a way that uses pleasure to distract the discomfort in your jaw, however just as you begin to feel his balls pull up in your hand and clearly hear him moaning from above, nearing his peak, he abruptly pushes you back with a ragged inhale. “No, not yet, darlin’...your turn.” 
Leaning down and planting his lips on yours in a fervent, heated kiss, Joel pulls down your vest shirt all the way, along with your bra. You then gasp when he hooks his fingers inside your shorts to pull them down, though he left your panties on.
“Joel.” You manage to moan out his name when he wraps his arms around your lower back. It made you feel small and you loved it - loved how the sheer size of him made you feel smaller than what you actually are.
Holding onto his shoulders when he leans back, pulling you with him, the man had no issue whatsoever with wrapping your legs around his waist to stand up and walk up the stairs with you held in his arms. Still feeling small, you also felt as light as a feather until Joel had to stop a couple times just to focus on kissing your lips. 
You initially thought it was because you were heavy in his arms, but that simply wasn’t the case. He just couldn’t focus on walking while your tongue tangled with his, causing him to push you up against the wall and grunt into your mouth. You were the one making him dizzy now. You were causing him to lose focus and become wild with need. 
The man couldn’t wait any longer once he reached the top of the stairs and entered the nearest room to sit you down on a bench. The cool surface sends waves of unexpected pleasure through your body, but when he yanks your hips towards him and rolls his hips into you, it damn near sends you over the edge. “Fuck!” You whine, feeling the desperation radiating from him.
Breaking the kiss, he looks down your body and swipes a finger up your panties, completely slick with your desire. “You know…” He chuckles softly while toying with your underwear, teasing you. “It was hard not to take you last week in that apartment building. When you moaned?” Shaking his head at you, he bites his lip and circles your clit through the fabric. “I was certain then that you wanted me, but the moment wasn’t safe, darlin’, otherwise I would have fucked you against the wall right there and then.” 
“Well, we’re safe now.” You whisper. Mouth falling open with a gasp when he slips his fingers inside your panties and teases your entrance.
“We are indeed, babydoll.” Nodding, Joel whispers in agreement that the moment is right. It is safe now, there’s no infected around, no doubts lingering in his mind and there’s nothing stopping him anymore. 
“What are you waiting for then?” You ask, feeling the pad of his finger dragging up and down your slit, but not actually touching the areas you want most. His actions worked beautifully in making you yearn for more - he was making you desperate and needy.
“Nothing. Just enjoying the way your pussy reacts to my touch.” Joel smiles, a sweet sinister smile as he continues to not give you what you want. You know he’s doing that to draw a reaction out of you, to make you plead for him, and you do plead because you are too desperate. 
“Please, Joel.” You whimper, then jolt against him when he circles your clit. By now, you had soaked his hand, you could feel him rubbing his fingers together and just loving the way you’re gushing for him. You quiver and pulse around nothing, the muscles beginning to form an ache that needs to be caressed. Only on a handful of occasions have you managed to cause yourself a painful ache in your cunt by waiting too long to satiate your sexual needs, but Joel is doing that right now and knows he’s doing it - he knows your cunt is physically aching to be filled.
“Please, what?” He smirks while pressing his forehead to yours and pulling your panties to one side. Joel notches the tip of himself at your entrances and you instantly clench again, the action making him grow impatient now as he asks again. “Please what, Y/N? C’mon doll, tell me what I need to hear, then I’ll give it to yer.” 
“I want you inside of me, Joel.” You speak honestly, not caring how shameful and pathetic you sound. “I want you to fuck me right here, make me feel good and cry your name. Please, Joel, just stop teasing me and give it to me.” You sob and gasp, gripping at his forearms as he takes his sweet time by breaching your entrance. 
“Nnugh!” Joel whimpers, his teeth gritting from the tightness of your canal. Eyes closing to relish every passing second of him pushing inside, the first thrust is always the most enjoyable and the man just simply wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He’s slow, beautifully fucking slow with his actions, making you feel every vein, ridge and inch until he finally bottoms out with his balls literally pressed against your ass. 
“God dammit.” Grunting from the constriction around him, he lowers his forehead to your shoulder and breathes through the powerfully pleasurable sensation. “So much better than I dreamed, darlin’. You’re so warm.” His broken voice croaks into your neck.
“Joel, please - move.” You beg after a few moments adjusting to his size. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, he is bigger than your previous partners, but now that you relax around him, the pleasure rises with insatiable need. You feel so full, completely full in the most beautiful way. Joel hooks his arms under your legs then lifts you off the counter with ease, just emphasising even more how strong he is.
Using the globes of your ass for leverage, he begins lifting you up, leaving only the tip of him inside before sinking you back down again, still keeping to a beautifully slow pace. You tilt your head and rest your cheek to his shoulder, breathing broken moans into his neck while taking every grinding thrust he gives. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the size of him was pleasing and breath-taking, exhausting. 
“Fuck. Keep squeezing me, babydoll.” Joel babbles, then buries his face into your neck again, this time planting kisses to your skin. Only after he had marked up your neck with a satisfying amount of love bites, he then kissed your lips, swallowing all your mewling whimpers.
Opening your eyes upon feeling him toss his head back with a grunting moan of your name, you look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of yourself in a full body mirror by the door and the sight pushes you over the edge. Joel made you look petite, holding you in his mighty strong arms, while fucking you senseless.
His size difference is what drove you to orgasm.
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misspearly1 · 1 year
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So the other day I wrote A Lover Fairytale and touched lightly on the subject of Joel being slightly inexperienced. What I mean by this, is the man not knowing there are sexual acts that he's already doing in the bedroom which he doesn't know have a name or is actually a kink of his.
Well, I had some ideas of course and I would love to go into further detail about Joel and his Female S/O exploring different kinks and sexual acts of pleasure. I'm thinking about making a 'kink masterlist' for Joel. I don't know yet, haven't officially decided, but let me know what ya'll think of the first one I have written for him.
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Cock Warming
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
WC: 1k
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Unprotected PIV Sex. Cock-warming. Needy Joel waking up his lady with a sex. Pretty much PWP with a reference to A Lovers Fairytale.
AN: I honestly couldn't get the idea of Joel being so desperate and needy out of my head, and hearing him choke on his own moans of pleasure, hence where this kinky fic came from. So anyways, I do hope you like it. Thank you, my loves &lt;33
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You awoke to the breathy exhale of Joel’s voice directly into your ear. The sound was so needy and passionate, it caused a heat to form in your lower abdomen in a matter of seconds. Though, he stopped moving after you awoke, no doubt trying to steady his breathing and take back control. 
When he continues however, he chokes quietly with his lips sealed over your neck, muffling all of those pretty little sounds he makes. The bed was rocking back and forth, and you suddenly remembered about last night's activities. You fell asleep, both of you did, but it’s the position you chose before falling asleep together. He’s still inside of you, and was chasing that blissful high he so desperately needed. 
You could feel his cock, hard and stiff, grinding into your cunt from behind. It felt so good, but it was even more pleasurable knowing that he had awoken before you and continued where he left off last night. The idea of cockwarming never even occurred to you and Joel. Not until you suggested that romance novel for him to read a couple months back, A Lovers Fairytale. 
Ever since then, you have been exploring all kinds of sex play with the man. Some that you like, some that you don’t, but perhaps cockwarming is something you should have tried sooner because he sounded absolutely wrecked right now. He could barely breathe. It was a mighty struggle for him to stay quiet, but rutting into you from behind stroked his cock so nicely that he just wanted to cry out with satisfaction. 
You were clenching around him in your sleep. That’s what woke him up at first, and when he felt your slick oozing out of your pussy, he started to grow hard and hungry, ravenous. You feel his pace pick up speed, his hand on your hip tightening to keep you steady and the action makes you gasp. “S’ok darlin’,” he whispers reassurances, regardless if he knows you're fully awake or not. “I’m almost there,” he pleads. 
You reach out for his hand, your fingers slipping between his with a comforting squeeze. “Don’t stop” you sigh, clenching around him tightly that just draws out the dirtiest grunting sound he could produce. “Feels so good,” you whine needily, and beg between his gentle thrusts in and out of your cunt. “Don’t stop… please, just… It’s ok… Joel.” 
“Oh fuck, babydoll,” he cries, finally releasing the breath he was struggling to hold in for so long. “I won’t stop… can’t stop.” He buries his sweat-covered forehead into your neck, grunting into your skin like a wild man with a deep primal need to spill his seed. You suddenly become the one who could barely breathe now as his pace picks up once more, his rhythm becoming hard and ferocious. 
The bed squeaked against the floor violently, his hand now splayed across your lower stomach before he gently pushed his palm into you, as if he were trying to feel his cock inside. The added pressure made you mewl, your hand darting over his to reassure him that it was a mewl of satisfaction. He used the new position as leverage, keeping your body pinned against him to fuck you hard and fast. 
He’s so hard right now, painfully hard, and you can just feel in his movements that he’s trying to hold off his climax and wait for you. Ever the gentleman, you thought, but to help him, you lowered your hand to your cunt and rubbed nameless shapes on your clit, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge. 
“Fucking love when you do that,” he grunts, praising your efforts, “Keep going. Faster, baby,” he pleads, his voice harsh and out of control. You wouldn’t care if he lost all sense of control. You hope one day that he feels comfortable enough to just use your cunt for his pleasure and his pleasure only. The thought of him doing just that makes you whimper and pulse around his dick, feeling every vein and ridge surging through your velvety walls. 
“Doll, I’m cumming,” he warns abruptly, and you feel his rhythm stagger; a pause in his pace as you clench around him with a vice-like grip. “Fuck! So fucking tight,” He pushes through, burying himself to the hilt to release his warmth deep inside and fill you up with his seed. “Nughh! Oh fuck…” he gasps sharply, followed by a long pause of silence as the stars explode behind his eyes. “...Fuuuuck,” he sighs breathily, and you swear the man isn’t even here with you consciously anymore. 
He’s just lost within the ecstasy of your pussy squeezing around him, the pleasure simply too enjoyable for him to speak anything other than a string of moaning nonsense. Only until you relaxed around him did he return to you, and it was with an opened mouth kiss to your neck, the sound of his thick southern voice hoarse and dry, “I need a minute, darlin’,” he drawls tiredly, exhaustion heavily audible in his tone, “I love you so much, just give me a minute.” He says. 
You had wrecked the man. Absolutely destroyed him with your cunt and he simply needed a minute to regain his composure. You would say it was satisfying, but satisfaction could never come close to how you feel in this exact moment. The ability to render Joel into a complete utter mess, speechless and breathless, while coming down from an almighty high, is rewarding. It was more than a minute that he needed though. He instead, fell asleep with his cock softening inside of you. 
And hours later, the hunger to be pleasured grew insatiable once more when he awoke with morning wood.
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misspearly1 · 1 year
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One Year Anniversary Celebration Post
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
WC: 3.1K
Summary: No one is spared the difficulty and hardship of a rough patch in a relationship. Couples are bound to experience it at some point, it's expected, but when you're going through an exceptionally hard rough patch with your partner Joel, so bad that it seems all hope is lost, is there a chance that your relationship can be saved? Or is it too late?
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Relationship issues. Joel yelling at reader. Mentions of prior arguments. ANGST with a happy ending. Lots of kissing, apologising and making up. Smut. Mentions of self-pleasure. A little bit of nipple play. Unprotected PIV sex. Fluff.
AN: Ok ya'll. I'm not usually into angst, or particularly good at writing it, but I wanted to change things up a little and give it a go with some real-life issues. Arguments in a relationship is a natural thing, so I started off there. I added a little twist in this story too, just because I felt like it hehehe. I hope you enjoy the read, my loves.
Song Appreciation: I don't usually add this sort of thing, but I wanted to add a couple songs that I listened to while writing this story up. They put in those angsty feels, and they're just beautiful pieces of music too! Turning Page by Sleeping at Last. State Lines by Novo Amor. Where's My Love by SYML.
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Rough patches in relationships are a scary thing. It’s frightening to not know if there’s an end to the constant battling. It’s depressing when it feels like you have reached your limit and are ready to throw in the towel.   
That’s the sort of rough patch that you face with your partner, Joel. Somethings off between you both, it’s been building for months now, you can feel it, but every time you bring it up with him, he just brushes it off. Brushes you off. Today, you are feeling that familiar emotion of ‘checking out’ of the relationship after trying to talk things out with him again and it terrifies you. It terrifies you so much that you’ve almost become numb to it. 
It started off in the morning with something minor when he awoke in a bad mood. The man’s entitled to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, you’ve had your fair share in the past before, but to wake up and take that anger out on you is different. Every little thing was annoying him today and instead of taking a minute to cool off or understanding the source of what was bothering him so much, he yelled at you when you asked if he was okay. 
To an extent, you understand that it’s annoying to be asked if you’re okay when you’re quite visibly not okay, but his explosive reaction to your question was not warranted. After spending a whole minute, shocked by him raising his voice with you like that, you were the one to take a minute to cool off. It hurt to leave the house this morning on those terms with him, it hurt when he didn’t try to stop you and it hurts even more right now when you come home, and he’s not said a word to you yet. 
You approached him in the lounge where he was watching TV and said hello, but the silence he returned was excruciating. He’s still mad, but whatever reason he has to be mad with you is just not fair. You did nothing wrong and as much as you feel the urge to raise your voice with him, to tell him how wrong he is for shouting at you this morning, and to have the audacity to be mad at you right now, you were just too exhausted to argue. 
“Joel,” Your voice cracks as you try to gain his attention, but to no avail. He just closed his eyes with a subtle shake of his head, as if to say, ‘not now’. “I um… I just wanted to let you know that I can’t take much more of this so when you’re ready, I’d really like to resolve our issues. We can’t keep putting them off and hoping it will go away, because it’s clear that they aren’t going anywhere.” You explain calmly, though your voice was shaky with anger, you still don’t want to initiate a war of words and turn around to head up stairs instead. There’s nothing left to say, you’ve voiced your needs and it’s up to him now. 
Making your way through your bedroom and entering the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and turned the shower on to wash away today’s sorrows. The steady stream of warm water will ease the headache behind your puffy red eyes and relieve some of the tension. You’re all cried out for today and besides, you don’t want to cry any more than what you already have. 
The shower felt like a safe place, a place where you could momentarily forget about all of your problems, or a place where you can sob about them. And considering you don’t want to shed any more tears, you opted to think about all of the good moments you have with Joel instead of the ugly. You still love him, and you always will, it’s just that you miss those good moments. 
You miss the little things the most. For instance, the way he would gaze at you from afar when he thinks you can’t see him. He would look at you like he’s falling in love all over again. The way he would talk to you about anything and everything, even if he was rambling about absolute nonsense. The three o'clock in the morning chats in bed were the best. Always, without a doubt, the conversation would end with both of you laughing like idiots, or in a deep state of relaxation, snuggling cosily. The little acts of kindness: paying you a compliment here or there, making you a hot beverage when he makes one for himself or leaving little notes beside the bed when he’s up and out of the house before you even wake up. 
You miss everything that you and Joel used to be, and the difference from then to now hurts so much. Rough patches in relationships are a scary thing, but couples get through them. They fight with love, not with loathe. And lately, the love that you give Joel is not reciprocated and sex has become almost non-existent. He’s always tired, and whenever he is in the mood, you’re tired and not in the mood. You’ve become so depraved and neglected of his loving touch lately that you take care of your sexual needs yourself, but it doesn’t feel the same. It never does. 
The picture of Joel’s drunk in love expression appears behind your eyes as you think fondly of the good times in your relationship. You visualize the way his face contorts beautifully when he watches you fall apart for him. The raised furrowed brows, mouth falling open with satisfying groans spilling past his lips, praising you through over-stimulation until you tell him it’s too much. That look on his face sometimes pushes you to climax again for him. He would look so hungry and satiated at the same time, so aroused and pleased, or so proud of himself and wishful to witness the peak of your orgasm endlessly. 
You squeeze your legs together thinking about these things and feel the plentiful slick of your desire soaking your cunt. There’s so much of it and it physically causes an ache in your muscles, desperate-no, begging to be stretched and massaged by his fingers or his cock. The frustration builds at a rapid rate, but you’re too upset to take care of it yourself. You want your partner, the man who you swore would be your partner for life, to be the one to take care of you, not your own hands. Not tonight. 
Taking as long as you possibly could in the shower before your skin started to prune, you climbed out and avoided looking in the mirror, fearing that if you saw the broken look in your own eyes, you’d just burst into tears. You reach for your robe hanging up beside Joel’s on the hook, ignoring the memories popping into your mind of you and him sharing a shower together, and pull it over your body before tying it off at the front. And after towel drying your hair, you don’t even bother with brushing it as you are too mentally exhausted. 
Opening the bathroom door and feeling a pang of disappointment that Joel wasn’t waiting for you on the other side, it was wishful thinking and it felt like another hurtful kick when you’re already down. You know sleep isn’t going to come easy tonight, so in order to combat the struggle that’s coming, you move towards the record player and play some soft, ambient music on a low level. 
Already working its magic, the music helps soothe your current state of mind as you look for a pair of pajamas to wear. Bringing the record player in the bedroom was actually your idea to help Joel sleep when he suffers with nightmares and you didn’t think you would be using for a similar reason. You move towards the bed and drop your pajamas on top before burying your face into your hands with a shooting stab of pain in your temples. It was sharp and brief, leaving a dull ache behind. 
Using your thumbs, you rub your temples gently to ease the tension when suddenly, you’re startled by a large presence against your back. The warmth of Joel’s breath relaxes your nerves and the contact of his nose brushing across your earlobe makes you shudder. He reaches out to hold you and when his hands landed on your hips, your knees buckled, causing you to stumble back, almost as if you collapsed into his arms. Your head lolls back as you look away, too distraught to look in his eyes yet, but welcoming his embrace by sighing breathily, a sound that releases some of the stress. 
The man hears that sound in your voice loud and clear then proceeds to act on it by taking advantage of the way you’re tilting your head away from him. His lips, warm and supple, meeting the exposed skin on your neck make you gasp softly, your eyes squeezing shut to stop the new wave of tears from the embrace you’ve yearned for: a kiss, a simple kiss was enough to reduce you to tears. He moved up your neck, nipping a path that pimples your skin with goosebumps because of his wiry beard and his breath bellowing across your skin again made you feel weak in the knees again. It was shaky and stuttered, the slight whimper he produced sounded torn and fragile before he gulped back the lump in his throat. You could hear how broken he was by a single breath. 
Still, both of you were too wrapped up in the heat of your emotions to utter a single word. You wanted to say his name, moan his name actually, but it was stuck in the back of your throat, not ready to be vocalized. And Joel is feeling the exact same thing. He wanted to say sorry, you could tell by the way he shook his head, the way his breath began to quicken, and his lips trembled through his kisses on the skin behind your ear. You could feel the sheer need to apologize from the way he was gripping your hips and keeping you close, as if he’s pleading, screaming, for you to stay here, not physically, but mentally stay here with him, here in this relationship. 
Joel didn’t need to speak; his actions were speaking on his behalf. The direction of his hand moving up your body to gently hold your throat, tilting your head back to give him more access, that action spoke for him, and it was reassuring your doubts about his love. His arm slipping across your stomach, just under your breasts, pulling you in close as if he were afraid to ever let go again, reassured you that he’s not going anywhere. And finally at last, the way he tilted your face to look in his eyes, his blotchy red and completely wrecked eyes with new tears staining his cheeks, spoke of sorrow and guilt for his mistakes. He opens his mouth to say something, but where does he even begin to say sorry? Words simply couldn’t express his regret. 
A sniffle escapes you at the expression on his face, one that you’ve seen from Joel twice before and it still haunts your memories. The man is deeply pained to show such extremities of his emotions like this. He wanted to speak but couldn’t voice what he wanted to say and continued to let his actions speak for him cupping your cheek to pull you in, his thumb dragging across your skin to catch the tears falling your eyes. It made him choke to see what he’s put you through and he leaned in hesitantly, as if questioning himself worthy or not for a kiss. Your eyes darted down to his lips with the faintest whine exiting your throat, a noise that made him close the gap slowly. 
One kiss he planted before pulling back and hovering for a few moments, his eyes roaming the expanse of your face like he was memorizing it, like this was the last time he’d ever hold you. You could see his thinking process, could visually see the panicked look in his eyes at the thought of losing you right before he leaned in again to kiss you again, fervently this time. You moaned and parted your lips, inviting him in to express just how much he loves you and he did. 
Joel did more than just slip his tongue inside your parted slip and express how much he loves you; he dropped his hand to yank on the ties of your robe too, opening it up to expose your body for him to admire. The sudden shift in tension was palpable, powerful. The sorrow remained, but arousal and desire took over, clouding your mind with passion as he pulled the robe off your body eagerly. The item of clothing dropped to the floor and kicked up a draft of wind to glide up your legs, the cool air hitting your cunt making you feel just how wet you were. It was worse than before in the shower, the amount of it leaving a mess between your upper thighs. 
Turning around in Joel’s arms, you reach for his belt, but he bats your hands away and begins walking you backward until your legs meet the edge of the bed. Then, and only then, did he break off from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head before crashing his lips back onto yours, the quickness of his actions pushing you back to lay down. His shoes and pants came off even quicker, and the moan erupting from his throat when positioning himself between your legs was heavy with frustration. He is just as desperate to be loved, if not more, than you are.  
After he lines himself up at your entrance, he grabs the back of your thigh and uses it as leverage before rolling his hips forward slowly, burying himself inch by inch and savouring the sensation of your tight heat squeezing him. You mewl through it all until he’s buried good and deep, then you reach out to pull his arms where you want them most: one wrapped behind your head, and the other holding your upper arm. 
“Y/N.” He grunts your name, at last, breathlessly before pushing you further up the bed and carefully distributing his weight over your body. The man had you boxed in, surrounding you exactly how you like it as he began to grind in and out of your cunt at a slow pace. Using the hairs on his mound to stimulate your clit and draw out the filthiest noises you could produce, so many emotions were fading away. Not completely, but they were easing up with every second you near your climax. 
“Joel,” You moaned his name and it felt so good too. It felt good to not only hear the sound of your own voice without the heartbreak, but it also felt good just to say his name pleasurably. His eyes remained glued to your face, watching your expression soften with bliss flooding your senses as you clung onto his shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin harshly, causing him to gasp and wince for a moment before he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. His deep, guttural grunts blew across your face, almost making your eyes roll shut with pleasure from how satisfying they sounded to your ears. 
Squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip and throwing your head back with a crying moan, the man took advantage of the opening you were giving him yet again and ducked his head to take your hardened nipple inside his mouth, the added stimulation practically shoving you over the edge. The ecstasy of your orgasm was fierce and intense, bringing you to the brink of tears once more as you feel so high. Although it was a mixture of happy and sad tears, you just felt so euphoric to even focus on anything other than the sound of his groaning. It was beautiful. His voice is so utterly beautiful and attractive. Feeling you fall apart around him was intoxicating for the man. 
“Shit, shit, shit,” He gasps and whines seconds before pulling out to spill hot ropes of his seed across your lower abdomen, painting your skin like a canvas. “Fuuuck… Babydoll.” He growls deeply, his voice making you pulse around nothing and yearn to feel him fill you up with his spend instead. He breathes heavily while coming down from cloud nine, but the sound of your voice brings him back to reality. 
“Joel,” Your voice cracks as you try to gain his attention and he quickly opens his eyes to be struck with disorientation and light-headedness. It was a dream, he was dreaming. He turns to look at you standing in the doorway of the lounge, leaning against the frame as you begin to tell him what’s on your mind and what your needs are for this relationship to be saved. “I um… I just wanted to let you know that I can’t take-”
“I know.” Joel cuts you off abruptly, shaking his head with a panicked look in his eyes. “Baby, I know what you’re gonna say… Come over here, please.” Beckoning you over with his hand held out, the look of remorse was evident in his expression, and you jumped at the chance to try and fix things. You take his hand and sit down on the table in front of him, feeling the anxiety resonating from his shakiness as he holds you tightly. 
“Darlin’, I can’t explain what’s just happened to me right now, but… Fuck! It felt like a sign, and I know you can’t take much more. I know we need to resolve our issues because they’re not going anywhere.” He explains and your mouth falls open with surprise as it was exactly what you were about to say to him before he cut you off. “I promise to do better. I’ll communicate better, we’ll talk this out and do whatever it takes and… Christ, I’m so sorry for yelling at yer this morning. It was wrong of me. You didn’t do anything and it’s not your fault.” The man trembles as he speaks, the tears quickly welling up in his bloodshot eyes. 
“Oh, Joel,” You sob, your eyes also welling up with tears. “You can’t imagine how much I needed to hear you say that baby.” You surge forward and throw your arms around his neck, releasing the emotions you held onto all day about him shouting at you this morning and about all the issues that have been building up for months. 
“Actually, I can imagine how much you needed to hear that, darlin’.” He replies and wraps his arms around your back with the dream he just had at the forefront of his mind. A sign that reminded him how lucky he is to have you and he shouldn't be so careless and neglectful.
A sign that this is just a rough patch. He will get through it and he won't let you down.
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Kinda loving 31 & 68 of the smut prompts for our baby Joel of course 🤤
Holy. Fucking. Shit. 🤤 I'm loving these! 😈
Alright, listen closely. I've been burnt out on smut because of kinktober - understandably, it was a whole month riding the smut train - but these prompts? ESPECIALLY NO. 68?? Omg. Chy, your first request has left me complete mess. Kinktober is to blame also, but these two prompts you've chosen for Joel pair so well and I've mentioned to you before about how much I love ✨performing ✨ so prompt no.68 was just perfectly bringing me out of feeling burnt out and feeding my kinks!
If you have anything that you'd like me to write for, don't hesitate to send them in, my love. My inbox is still open for more Requests with Supplied Prompts and they're still open for general requests too! I love you so much for sending this in. I needed this smut for Joel. 🥰❤️
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Play With You
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader 
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established Relationship. Joel playing the gee-tar. Fluff to start off with then Smut. Lots of detailing on Joel's manhood. Oral Sex (M receiving). Deep throating. Gagging. Choking. Dirty Talk. Praise Kink. Mentions of Sex. Hints of Dominant Joel. Reader being a big tease.
Prompts: “But baby, I want to play with you.” // “Kneel” 
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It’s just so beautiful to sit and watch Joel play the guitar; losing himself to the song as he moves his head or taps his foot to the beat. The sweet melodic riffs he creates are euphonious to your ears and his deep mellifluous singing voice is soothing. 
You never grow tired of watching him each and every time he reaches for his six string. It’s a similar feeling Joel gets when watching you get dressed for special occasions, starting with gazing at you in the shower, then applying body lotion all over your skin before sitting in front of the mirror to watch you doll up your face and hair a little. The man loves it. There’s just something so sexy about you getting dressed that turns him on. 
Sitting on the back porch this evening however, you’re the one who is left feeling horny as you watch him pick away at his guitar and forget about the world all around him when closing his eyes. He and you built some decking out here last year, creating a little comfortable out-door area for you to relax and unwind after a long day. Joel and his brother Tommy did most of the heavy lifting of course, but Maria helped you with the decorations, the painting and adding the little homey touches. 
With two half circle sofas placed around a fire pit that is built into the middle of the decking, you sit opposite Joel and bask in the harmonious sound of his voice humming with the tune of his guitar. It’s peaceful and transcendent, inducing a soporific effect as your eyes become heavy with the need to sleep. You lay back against the sofa, lifting your legs up off the floor and tucking them under a blanket to keep warm. A third glass of wine held in your hands that’s almost finished, you take one more drink and place it down to the small square table, crafted by Joel’s bare hands. 
Occasionally you have requests and ask him to play some oldies, songs that you miss from back in the day, but tonight he hums the words of a song from his own creation. Just one song that he’s written multiple of so far. This is a new one, though. You don’t recognise the tune, but you love it nonetheless. Watching him attentively through half-lidded eyes, you watch his face soften and the smile appear on his lips, resonating self-pride. 
Muscles flexing in his arms gradually relaxing as the song nears its end, you wait till he finally opens his eyes and re-joins this plane of existence before whispering compliments. “I love it, handsome,” You beam, the audible level of your voice matching the tranquillity hanging in the air. “You got another hit song in the works there, I see.” 
“I don’t know if it’ll reach the top ten charts,” Joel jokes, returning the playful remarks while also keeping his voice low, “But thank you, darlin’. It’s a work in progress and-” His cheeks blush as his smile grows bigger, “-And it’s actually a song I’ve written for you.” 
“It is?” You ask, surprised, and he nods seriously, still with a big smile on his face. “Wow. Thank you, babe. I’m honoured.” You hold a hand to your chest, just over your heart as you express a look of gratitude and appreciation. “Play it again for me?” You request, to which he sighs and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a shake of his head. “Actually, I had something else in mind, darlin’,” He says. 
“Oh yeah. Like what?” You ask curiously, recognising that hint of seduction in his husky voice and when he lays his guitar down, you see the tent growing in his slacks. A pulse in your heat sets the mood instantly from the sight, flooding your bloodstream with desire and passion. 
“I could play your song again,” Joel rises from the sofa and the hardness inside his jeans becomes more visible from this angle, “But baby, I want to play with you.” He says with a little growl emanating from his throat before walking around the firepit to stand over you. “Can I play with you instead, sweetheart?” 
“Shit,” You gasp softly, arousal evident in your tone as you sit up straight, “Keep talking like that and you can have anything you want, sexy,” You bite your bottom lip while looking directly into his eyes, your neck craned backwards a little from this position. You love it, love when Joel looks down at you like this, and with your offer, you can already guess what he really wants. 
“Anything, babydoll?” He asks just to be sure and when you nod, darting your eyes to his crotch then back to his face, the man smirks. “Kneel,” He jerks his chin outwards with demand, “Kneel and keep your eyes on me, Y/N.” 
You do as the man says eagerly, slipping off the edge of the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him while maintaining his line of sight exactly like he asked you to. He loosens up his belt just enough to pull down his jeans and let his hardened cock spring free, audibly slapping against his lower stomach that makes his mouth fall open slightly from the sensation. You love looking up at him from this position, love taking him inside of your mouth from this position, it gives you a clear view of his handsome face change with satisfaction. And that’s rewarding in itself. 
Though, a struggle that you always face in performing oral is not knowing where to look sometimes as his face is just as beautiful as his manhood. You want to look into his deep brown eyes, darkened with lust and desire, but you also want to look at his dick and admire the way it looks so utterly desperate for your warm mouth. The tip reddened and angry, leaking with pebbles of his seed, the vein along the underside of his cock was prominent, pulsing with sheer need to release a hot load down your throat. 
Being circumcised, the little slit in the tip of his cock is where you like to give the most attention to. The head of his dick is bulbous and sensitive, so sensitive that sometimes you don’t even have to take him all, just sucking the tip softly can make him fall apart. And his balls. Oh, his balls are your favourite. They’re so full and swollen, drooping slightly with the weight of his cum stored inside. 
You like the size, width and angle of his dick. It’s perfect in every aspect. The length, a comfortable six inches, the width, girthy from the tip to base and the angle of his cock points upwards, thus causing sex to be incredible as he manages to touch your g-spot every time without even trying to. Joel not only keeps a pleasant amount of hair down here, but he keeps it tidy and in control too. 
You like the way his trail of hair begins between his clavicles, leading down and spreading across his chest evenly with a little over his stomach before growing hairier on his abdomen. You like the way it tickles when you take him whole and bury your nose into his mound. Everything about his manhood is sexy, his body is muscular and buff, manly, and his thighs are your leverage. The meaty flesh you hang onto tightly when he sometimes decides to take over and fuck your mouth. You like when he does that. 
And that is the struggle you sometimes face, spending more time admiring him in his nude form than actually touching him. You can’t help but love the way he looks, especially when he just steps out of a warm shower and his skin glistens. You love adoring him with either your eyes, your hands or your mouth. Besides, he knows how much you like to look, and he loves that you do. The look in your eyes always strikes the man with confidence, making him feel irresistibly attractive. 
However, the equivalent of you feeling a pulse in your cunt is his cock twitching with a need to be caressed delicately by your tongue. And that’s exactly what snaps you out of your ogling. You tear your eyes away from his manhood and look up at his face again, your chest filling with warmth and love at his pretty eyes blown wide with carnal desire. You don’t waste any more time than what you already have and lean in to hold the base of him firmly, your sweet doe-like eyes remaining glued to his as you open your mouth immodestly. 
You smile at him when dragging your tongue from the base to tip, tracing along the prominent vein that draws out the softest gasp as his mouth opens with anticipation for more. Which you give, and then some. You take the head of him inside your mouth, swirling your wet tongue around so tenderly, just the way he likes it. The rewarding faces he pulls spurs you on to rotate your wrist while taking him inside halfway. Sucking as you move back and forth, you see the struggle that he goes through every time you get on your knees like this, and it’s to keep looking down at you when all the man wants is to throw his head back in bliss. 
You love it no matter what he does. Seeing him so satisfied is your pleasure and just because you love pleasuring him so much, you remove your hand from his cock and hold onto his thigh instead, burying your nose into the hairs on his mound with an audible gag. You hold yourself there for as long as you can before tearing your head back, leaving a trail of saliva leading from your mouth to his cock as you gasp for air. 
“Drives me crazy when you do that, doll,” He grunts, jaw clenching as he guides himself back inside your mouth. “Lemme hear it again,” He says before surging forward, relishing in the sounds of you choking around him as he hits the back of your throat. “That’s it, atta girl.” He praises before pulling back to set a comfortable pace where you can time your breaths between each thrust. 
Filling your mouth completely with his cock each and every time, all you could do was hum and moan around him as he holds your head with both hands, keeping you exactly where he wants you to be. You look up and see the muscles in his stomach tense, the expression on his face tightening as he fights to keep his eyes open. His eyes that were so lost in ecstasy as he rambled.  “Mouth is so warm, darlin’. So warm and wet, just like your pretty little pussy,” He gasps and groans needily, desperate to release, “gonna take my load like a good girl then I’ll fuck you over to the sofa, yeah?” He asks even though he already knows your answer is yes, but just to be sick and twisted, he yanks your head back to hear you say it. 
“Yes, Joel. Yes baby, yes. Give it to me,” You plead and whine, opening your mouth to take him back inside with a few more thrusts before he spills. Joel bunches your hair up into a ponytail, gripping tightly as he pulls you in and keeps you in place, listening to a mixture of sounds of you gulping and gagging. You take his plentiful load like a champ, ignoring the ache in your jaw and the discomfort of struggling to breathe. The tears sting your eyes as they roll your cheeks before it inevitably becomes too much and you tap out, slapping his thigh twice. 
“Shit,” He chokes out a broken moan, pulling back to look down at your pretty face, your eyes red and blotchy as you try to catch your breath, gasping and heaving. For a moment, the man worried he took it too far, but when you looked up and met eyes, a smile appeared on your lips, one that speaks of mockery and tease for even thinking that you couldn’t handle his rough actions. “Jesus Christ,” He shakes his head at you, as if he were angry or disappointed, but he smiles too, “Playing a dangerous game teasing me like that. Fuck! Want me to play rough, huh?” 
“I told you, Joel.” You laugh sadistically as he holds your jaw firmly, “You can have anything you want if ya keep talking to me like that. And I see what you want, baby. I see it in those eyes…” You moan pathetically, tempting those dominant desires of his. “...Fuck me like you really want to.” 
“Oh, I intend to, darlin’,” He growls with a wild expression, “Right after you choke on my cock one more time.”
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Day Thirteen: Spanking - Joel Miller
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WC: 1.4k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Spanking. Praise Kink. Foreplay. Fingering. Squirting. Over-Stimulation. Dom Vibes from Joel, but not in detail. AN: Ahh, yes, yes, yes. I hope ya'll enjoy this little smutty spanking fic for Joel.
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Entering the gates of Jackson swiftly, you take your horse inside the stables, feed her some treats and stroke her mane before saying goodbye and rushing home to your partner. 
Joel is your partner and is waiting for you at home. He hasn’t been too well lately, the winter months are a nuisance for giving everybody a common cold, but this time it was a little too much for the man.
Normally he just toughs it out and shrugs it off, it doesn’t slow him down, but you insisted that he just take a couple days rest. There isn’t any harm in that, especially since Jackson allows him that luxury. 
He, and yourself, didn’t realise at first how much he actually needed it. Yesterday and the day before that, he has spent a large chunk of his day sleeping it off, so you rush home today to make sure that he has eaten and has taken care of himself during your absence. He’s a grown man, he knows how to, but it can be so easily pushed aside when you're not well.  
Heading up the porch steps and entering your home, you weren’t expecting any visitors today and decided to lock it up behind you. The house was quiet, therefore you assumed that Joel was sleeping, but the smell and faint sound of your oven said otherwise. “I’m in here, doll.” He calls out after noticing you were about to head into the kitchen and check. You turn to face the lounge and peep your head inside, seeing Joel sitting on the sofa with his arm laying over the back and the TV remote held in his hands. He pats the empty spot beside him and beckons you to join. “Dinner's gonna be a little while, babe. C’mon, come sit with me.” 
“You’re looking a lot better today, handsome.” You smile. Kicking your shoes off quickly and hanging up your jacket, you join Joel on the sofa and pull a blanket over your lap and his. “How are you feeling? Has the fever gone?” You ask, then bring your hand up to feel his forehead. His skin was cool, not cold or hot, just cool, and the colour was back to normal too. On the first day, he was grey, then at night time he was rosey red and it stayed like that ever since. When you left him this morning, his skin was still pinkish, but now he looks better. So much better. 
“It's gone, doll.” Joel smiles too. Pressing play on the TV, he turns the volume down then directs all of his attention to you. “No headache, no sore throat, no nausea, nothing. It’s all gone. Enough worrying about me, babygirl. How are you doing? Everything going okay out there?”
“You know, the usual day in-day out, type of stuff.” You shrug. Gazing into his eyes, bright and healthy, you scoot closer and cosy up into his side, mumbling how relieved you are that he’s feeling better. He brushes it off like it’s no big deal, like he always does. “Mhm.” You hum sarcastically, like you haven’t just spent the last two days seeing him clearly beaten up by a common cold. Joel chuckles under his breath anyways, picking up on your mocking gesture, but returns the playfulness by pulling you into his side more and lowering his hand to your ass with a groping squeeze. 
“Yeah, you’re definitely feeling better.” You giggle. Knowing Joel as well as you do now after being his girl for three and a half years, you can tell by the way he was fondling your ass cheeks that he is aroused and looking for something more. He’s feeling much better because he hasn’t worshipped you like he normally does in the last few days, hasn’t had sex, or kissed you. And right now, he was slipping his fingers between your legs and rubbing you over the fabric of your jeans. The contact was delightful, making you hum into his side, but it wasn’t nearly enough. 
Tilting your head back to look up into his eyes again, you both shared a wordless familiar look and smirks now appeared on your lips. You held your breath, mouth parted slightly when feeling his hand move away, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Joel kept his eyes trained on yours while bringing his hand down quickly and smacking your ass, his expression growing darker and darker with sexual need from the way you squeked. 
“Lay over my lap, sexy.” He says, wasting no time with satiating his desires. And yours too. You love when Joel does this, and sometimes go out of your own way to get it. Laying your stomach over his lap and resting your cheek on your hands across the sofa, you can feel his growth beneath you and day-dream about how you’re going to take care of that for him. However, Joel is taking care of you first. “Must’ve been awful, huh girl?” He teases while pulling your jeans over the globes of your ass. “Not having my touch in the last few days.” 
“Oh, are we talking about me here or you, baby?” You retort, looking for a reaction that you hope he gives. And he does - magnificently. Joel smacks your ass again, this time harder, which causes your whole body to jerk away from him naturally, though after a second passes, you wiggle your way back towards his hand. He palms the stinging flesh and looks down at your pretty face looking back up at him. “S’pose we both missed this, didn’t we?” He asks, to which you nod with your eyes threatening to close from the soothing actions of his hand rubbing your lower back. 
Joel saw this and multitasked with it. Using the heel of one hand to rub your lower back lightly, he used his free hand to slide his fingers up and down your slit over the fabric of your panties. It was a new type of pleasure, two pleasures mixed together that were making it oh so enjoyable to receive. “Oh.” Lifting your head with a gasp, you squirm over his lap and beg. “Don’t stop, more baby, more.” 
The man slipped his fingers inside your panties and circled your slick entrance. Joel did plan to tease you a little while longer, but your pleadings reached his heart and he gave in. Slipping two fingers inside your cunt and burying them all the way, your cries bounced off the walls, satisfying him completely. “There you go, darlin’.” He praised, then stopped massaging your back to deliver another harsh smack to your ass. You clenched around his fingers and it made him grunt. “Oh, like that, don't yer?” 
“Y-yes, J-Joel.” You stutter pathetically, barely able to spill the words from your tongue as he caresses your g-spot. Arching your back and lifting your ass up, the angle gives him a little more access and he strokes your walls deeper. “Fuck! Right there, right there!” You scream, feeling a strong surge of pleasure rippling across your stomach. 
“Nuh-uh. Stay still.” He growls a warning. You squirmed against him through the intensity of the stimulations and he grabbed your ass cheek to keep you in place. “That’s it, just like that.” He praises, then spanks you again, chuckling sardonically at the way you whine for more and clench around his fingers. “Cum on my hand, Y/N. Go on, just like that.” He asks in an almost sickly sweet tone of voice and you do. You do cum on his hand, and then some. 
“Shit! Joel, I-Im… g-gonna.” You could barely get the warning out, there wasn’t enough time. Seconds is all it took for the coil to unravel and you gushed all over his fingers. Your desire soaked his hand, the action of squirting making your cheeks burn with embarrassment before Joel made quick work of reassuring you. “Yes, darlin’. Keep going and don’t fucking stop.” He smacks your ass one more time, making your jolt against him and squirting more and more of your desire as he continues to prod your g-spot. 
“Joel… Too much.” You whine and plead, begging him to slow down as you reach over-stimulation. He stops his movements, but keeps his fingers buried inside as you breathe through the rest of your climax. “Okay down there, sweetheart?” He asks after a minute or so, and when you lift your head to look at him, nodding that you were indeed okay, he smirks. 
Eyes now almost obsidian black, the smirk on his lips said it all - he isn't finished with you yet.
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Congrats on your 1 year anniversary, beautiful! You're a joy to see and hear from!
I've thought about this for a bit and this would be my request.
Prompt #25 on the mix list:
“It hurts...” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you...”
It hits something very personal for me that constantly needs soothing.
But I won't lie to you, your sex pollen Joel fic with the weird bloater has been living rent free in my head to the point it's becoming "personal" 🥴 (Just trying to keep this PG.)
Oh, Naomi. Forgive me for how long I have taken to finish your request, but I am happy to say that I've completed it. You deserve all the love and so much more! I hope you enjoy what I've written and thank you for sending this in, my love. ❤️
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Idiots in Love
Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader) 
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to lovers. Little bit of angst with a happy ending. Smut. Kissing. Oral (F receiving). Unprotected PIV sex. Fluff.
Prompts:  “It hurts...” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you...”
Many Thanks to Char for doing the beta and writing all of the smut for me on this one. I couldn't have finished this story without you, beautiful! ❤️ @supernaturalgirl20
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Observance is Joel’s speciality. He’s quite good at watching people go about their usual daily business and making little assumptions in his head about their character that, more often than not, turn out to be true. It’s a skill that he’s used for the longest time, even before the outbreak. 
The man used this speciality with you too. At the time, he had his reasons as you were the newbie. You had just joined the community after being out on the road for so long and naturally, he was dubious of trusting you. Joel’s always been like that. Ever since he became a father, he grew wary of new people entering his life, and after the outbreak, he became even more cautious of strangers.
You were a stranger to him and initially, he assumed you were just taking the necessary time to settle in. You didn’t make any friends in the first three months you were here, nor any enemies. You kept your head down, finished your shifts at work and went home.
You spent a lot of time at home, even on your days off, and for a long while, Joel thought you were an introvert; someone who just prefers to be on their own and doesn’t like to be around others. He understood that as he sometimes doesn't want to be around others as well and much prefers his own company.   
Joel had asked his brother about you before, and Tommy said that you were just more quiet than most, which is one of the many reasons why the man had his doubts in the first place. Being quiet isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but you were too quiet.
After having the pleasure to meet you, though, he was delightfully surprised because the little assumptions he made about you and your personality turned out to be different. He had a glimpse of your personality and wanted to know more. Not just out of curiosity or to appease his worries of trusting you, but because he was genuinely interested.
Your smile drew him in at first, it was warm and generous, but your voice was most shocking to him. You spoke softly. So softly in fact that he often thinks about how your first ‘hello’ sounded to this very day. The man expected you to be afraid of interaction, or awkward in conversation, but you were quite the opposite.
You were friendly and sweet with a good sense of humour. The kind that makes him laugh with authenticity and not just to be polite. And now, two years after meeting you, you’re still all of these things and more. Joel and Tommy were wrong about you. You’re not quieter than most. You’re just reserved. You open up and share personal things with those you trust. 
And Joel is glad to be someone you can trust. You’re a real treat to be around, and whenever he isn’t with you, he thinks about you often. Which is what he is doing right now as a matter of fact. He wonders how you are feeling and what’s keeping you away. You weren’t feeling too good the last time he saw you on Sunday night, but you’ve been to work and around Jackson since then. 
You and Joel spend quite a lot of time together. Almost every day actually, but since Sunday night, you’ve been rather distant. You walked him home, and were in a good mood too. You were humorous and giggly, walking side by side with your arms linked together to stay warm. It was a lovely night to take a stroll, and he enjoyed every second of it with you. However, once you had walked him to his front door, he turned to face you and was about to offer you to come inside for a cup of sweet tea when you stumbled into him. 
You caught your balance quickly and apologised to the man, but when he asked if you were okay, you then complained about a sudden wave of nausea. He offered you to come inside for a glass of water instead, but you politely declined and said goodnight. Something didn’t feel right. Joel knows you like the back of his hand now and he could tell you were lying about feeling nauseous, but didn’t want to impose by asking you were sure or offering to talk you home. 
Now that four days have passed since he last saw you, he wonders what he did wrong. At first, he just thought that you might have wanted some time to yourself, but you’ve been actively avoiding him and he wants to know why. He doesn’t want to sit around and think about you, he’d much prefer to be in your company, but only if you want his company too. 
Pulling himself up from the sofa after lacing up his boots, he heads out the front door and makes his way over to your house. It’s not that far away. You only live three streets over from him, but he walked briskly with a determination for answers and an eagerness to see you again. In times like this where he hasn’t seen you for a while, it becomes clear how much he enjoys being with you. Truthfully, he misses you, especially the way your eyes light up with a smile every time you see him. 
When rounding the corner to the street you live on, he smiles upon seeing your house. It’s like a second home for him as you’ve welcomed him inside plenty of times before. Joel knows something isn’t right. He isn’t paranoid or over-thinking things. You would have visited him by now, or called him via radio at the very least. You have his private channel as well just in case, and he’s not mad at you. He’s mad at himself for pushing you away. 
As he jogs up the porch steps, he catches a glance of you in the living room and stops in his tracks to get a better look through the cracks in the blinds. Something is most definitely wrong. You’re crying, and the sight of you like this punches him in the gut. Your eyes were blotchy red and puffy, your cheeks glistening under the light above with a fresh set of tears. It’s beating him up to see you like this, and he’s hell bent on knowing the reasons why you’re upset. 
Approaching your front door and knocking once before opening it, he stepped inside whilst calling out for you. “Hey, it’s just me, darlin” he says quickly, “I’m coming in-” 
“Joel?” You cut him off before he could finish, “Shit, this isn’t really a good time. I’m um… I’m-” 
“Upset and in need of a friend,” Joel cuts you off now, finishing your sentence. “I know, sweetheart. I could see through the blinds and I’m not leaving you like this.” He takes his shoes off and places them on the rack then shakes off his jacket and hangs it up on the hook, no doubt while you wipe the tears away from your eyes and make yourself look less upset than what you actually are. 
As he enters the living room and takes a look at you, he sees that you have indeed wiped the tears and put on a fake smile as well. “I’m okay. It’s nothing.” You shake your head in denial, visibly lying through your teeth which only worsens the feeling in Joel’s gut because you’re trying to dismiss how you feel right now. “Just don’t want you to see me like this,” you whisper whilst lowering your head to avert his gaze. “I’m a mess, Joel.” 
“Listen to me,” he sighs heavily and moves toward you, “It’s not a bad thing to cry, Y/N. It actually feels good to release it, and if you want to, just let it all out.” He slowly takes a seat on the sofa, but leaves a bigger gap than what he normally does to give you the space. “And yer not a mess. You’re beautiful, darlin’.” 
“I’m just feeling emotional, you know?” You lift your head to look him in the eyes, “Like really emotional. More than I usually am, and I suppose it was too much…” You explain as another tear falls from your eyes, “...I don’t really cry in front of others. Especially you.” 
“I understand,” Joel replies with a soft tone and lifts his hand to wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks. “And I’m sorry for barging in here too.” He smiles with a quiet, humourless chuckle. “I’d leave and give you space Y/N, but…” He pauses briefly with another sigh escaping him, “...But something tells me it’s not just feeling emotional. What’s botherin’ yer? If you want to tell me, I might be able to help.” 
“It just…” You choke on the words while shaking your head again and the man lifts his hand again to cup your cheek, his thumb dragging across your skin as he moves closer. The action gave you comfort as you took a deep breath to gather yourself together. “It hurts…” Is all you could manage to say before closing your eyes. 
“What?” He asks, brows furrowed with concern. Silence filled the air with that question, and it’s almost as if you were reluctant to answer him. Your lip trembled as you kept your eyes closed, like you didn’t want to look at him anymore. The man felt your heart-break and it was agonising to witness you so upset like this. It worried him. Right down to the very core, it worried him deeply. 
He wraps an arm around your upper back, using his free hand to caress your arm and squeeze you reassuringly. “It’s ok. You can tell me, sweetheart. What hurts?” He asks again, to which you open your eyes slowly and make a surprised sound before gulping audibly. “Loving someone who doesn’t love me.” You reply, your eyes darting down to his lips briefly. 
Only in that moment did Joel become aware of how close his face was to yours. It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He could feel it thumping in his ears. It was that loud. The man desperately wanted to lean in and kiss you, but couldn’t take the opportunity at this time. It feels like he would be taking advantage of you in an emotional state like this, even though he’s just watched you look at his lips. 
“I don’t know who this person is that doesn’t love you, girl,”  he breathes heavily, lustfully, “But they are a fool.” He shakes his head slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips then back to your eyes again. “It’s actually pretty hard not to love everything about you, darlin’.” 
“Really?” You ask, your breath hitching as you speak, and when he nods with a serious look in his eyes, a trembling smile appears on your lips. He is the one you thought didn’t love you. It’s been a long time since you felt this way about someone. There’s something about Joel that just captured your attention and drew you in. From the very first moment you met the man, he had your attention. 
It’s his eyes. The way his hazel eyes expand whenever he looks at you, which always follows with an enchanting smile. You like to make him laugh just to see that smile of his, although it doesn’t take much to make him smile anyways. He was stand-offish with you at first, naturally, but as soon as he warmed up to you, it just felt right. Like you were destined to meet him and feel that connection. 
However, you’ve spent most of your life alone. Especially out there on the road where danger lurks around every corner. You knew you had found a place worth settling into the second you entered the gates of Jackson, but the second you laid your eyes upon Joel and heard that soft southern drawl saying ‘hello’, you knew you had found someone worth calling a friend. You just didn’t know at the time that it would progress into something more. 
You should have seen it coming, the attraction was there in the beginning, but you didn’t want to risk losing him. Perhaps this was meant to be; the way it happened and how long it took for you both to come to your senses. Hearing those words from Joel was exactly what you needed to hear. It was enough to make you feel confident that he does love you more than a friend. He said it himself, ‘it’s pretty hard not to love everything about you’. 
 “Well, Joel Miller,” you break the silence with a bashful laugh, “You just called yourself a fool. It’s hard not to love everything about you too,” you admit while lifting your hand to cup his cheek, though he looked visibly annoyed. Not with you, but with himself. “Should have said something sooner. I-” he grumbles, and you watch as he looks at you with nothing but adoration in his big hazel eyes. “I should have done this sooner.” He says before closing the gap to place his lips over yours. 
You gasped softly before kissing him back. It was beautiful. He is beautiful. His kiss is somehow better than you ever could have imagined, and you’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how it feels too. But to finally welcome his embrace made you feel light-headed in the very best way. You wanted to collapse into his arms and be completely wrapped up in his warmth. 
You could feel the way his hand clasped your upper arm, as if he were silently saying he didn’t want this to end anytime soon. And neither did you. In fact, you wanted more. So much more. Your hands slid up his chest and your fingers pawing at the buttons of his brown checked shirt as he tilted his head to the side with a request you’re familiar with. 
It’s been a while since you’ve felt intimacy like this, but you haven’t forgotten what all the subtle movements mean. You respond to the man with the softest moan and part your lips, granting him entry. Although your eyes were closed, they rolled back upon feeling his tongue slip inside your mouth. It felt so good, and the sound of his quiet grunts made you whimper with a burning desire to hear more. You wanted to hear everything he could offer. Everything you could draw out of him. 
You break off for a breath of air, moaning needily. “Joel please.” 
You lean in and your lips connect with his again, but this time fervently, with heat and passion in your movements. You run your hands up his chest and begin popping open the buttons, your hands shaky and frantic with arousal. You haven’t felt this horny in a long time. It’s almost as if you’ve become feral. Just so utterly desperate to feel more of his touch in areas of your body that you need it most. 
The thought of him entering you makes you whimper and your legs squeeze together with a throbbing pulse in your nether regions. “Let me.” He mutters before pulling back to tear his shirt up his body and exposing his wide chest for your eyes to admire. Your gaze lands on his taut pecs and the softness of his stomach, your brows raising with delight at the trail of hair underneath his belly button that leads into his jeans. 
You bite your lip with sinful thoughts crossing your mind and see him blush in the corner of your eyes. The way you were staring at him with nothing but attraction brought a flattered smile to his lips. He felt sexy under your ogling. “Hey,” he says, tearing your attention away from his body by placing his thumb under your chin to lift your gaze, “Eyes on me, gorgeous.” 
As he leans in and places a kiss to the corner of your mouth, you shudder under his featherlight touch and tilt your head back to relish the tickle of his beard against your skin. He nips a path along your jaw whilst his hand slips around the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he inflicts his bruising kisses to your neck. 
Your mouth falls open with a breathy moan escaping your lips, to which he responds with a whispered reassurance, “I got you, babydoll. Just relax and let me take care of yer.” Nodding to the man as you slowly laid yourself back into the sofa, he moved with you and carefully distributed his weight over your body. 
His hazel eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared down at you, the corners of his mouth curling into a devilish smirk. “Now this don’t seem fair. You’ve far too much clothes on, doll.” Your heart thrummed loudly in your ears as his hand skimmed down along the curve of your waist, the ache between your legs growing by the second. 
“Then do something about it,” you breathed out raggedly and before you could blink he had pushed himself onto his knees and was pulling your leggings off. With one tug he had left you bare from the waist down and when his eyes slowly took in the sight of you, wet and throbbing with need, he growled. “Goddamn. Now that’s a sight I’ll never get used ter….So damn pretty.”
He surged forward and captured your lips in a searing kiss and the feel of his tongue running along the seam of your bottom lip had you moaning beneath him. His hands roamed the expanse of your skin and you couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation when his rough hands pushed your top up slowly, exposing your breasts. 
The cool air made the peaks of your nipples harden instantly and he groaned into your mouth when he grabbed your breast, massaging it roughly before tweaking your nipple with his forefinger and thumb. “Take it off, babydoll,” he rasped as his hands moved to help you pull it over your head. 
“So darn beautiful,” he breathed as his lips found yours again. The ache between your thighs was beginning to become unbearable and you desperately wanted to feel him slip inside you. “Joel, please,” you begged as you lifted your hips up to grind against his hard length.
 Pulling away with a groan, he looked down at you with a sly smirk on his face. “What do yer want, babydoll? Tell me and I’ll give it to yer.” His hand moved down slowly along the skin of your stomach and you gasped when his fingers found your aching core. Closing your eyes, your body shudders as he runs his fingers along your slick. 
“Please,” you whimper, “Wanna feel you, Joel. Wanna feel you inside of me.” His lips graze your neck before his teeth nip your skin and release a strangled groan. “Not yet, sweetheart. Gotta make sure yer ready for me.”
His mouth began to leave a trail of kisses along your neck, down over your breasts and stomach until his face was completely nestled between your thighs. His tongue licks along your folds and you moan as your back arches off the couch, your hands finding purchase in his hair. 
He groans into your cunt as you tug hard on his hair and the vibrations make you gasp. He moves one of your legs over his shoulder and buries his tongue inside you. Jesus, he’s good at this. It makes you wonder how many women he’s been with but those thoughts don’t linger as he works you towards your release. 
He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you and you are a complete and utter mess below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to build and you can feel yourself teetering along the edge. “Joel,” you whimper, spurring him on and when he suck’s on your bundle of nerves, you come hard with his name on your lips. 
Lifting his head, his tongue licks around his lips as he moves above you completely. Dazed and still horny, you reach up and kiss him tasting yourself on his tongue. You can feel him hard against you and your hands fumble with his belt as you try to free him from his jeans. He pulls away from you and quickly pops open the button and pulls at the zipper, pushing his jeans down his thighs and just past his knees. 
He doesn’t take them off completely and you look up at him with confusion. “No time, darlin’. Wanna feel you now.” Leaning over you once more he pumps himself twice before lining himself up with your core, the tip of his cock nudging your entrance. 
“Sure about this?” He asks, his voice soft and low as he stares you down, “Because once I take you, I ain’t ever letting you go.” 
“I’m sure.” You nod frantically, “Now fuck me. Please, Joel.”
He thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself within you and he releases a strangled groan at the feel of your walls around him. “Jesus! So goddam tight.”
After giving himself a minute to calm himself, he begins to move in and out of you, pulling his cock back until just the head is inside you and thrusting back inside. Your arms grip his back as his hips grind into you, seemingly hitting that secret spot deep within and you can feel yourself on the verge of coming again. 
“Fuck babydoll I’m close, are you close? Wanna…wanna feel you come around me before I….fuck,” he groans as his hips begin to falter. You move your hand down between your joined bodies and rub over your swollen bud, and within seconds you’re coming with a strangled groan of his name. 
Joel thrusts twice more before quickly pulling out, coming hard as his spend coats your stomach. His breathing is ragged as he stares down at you, his eyes taking in your blissful dishevelled state. “So pretty like this, with my cum painting your skin. I love it…” He sighs softly, cupping your cheek, “I love you, babydoll.”
“Love you too, Joel,” You say with a smile.
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Day Twenty-Nine: Public Sex - Joel Miller
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WC: 2k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Talk of Kinks. Smut. Semi-public. Oral (M receiving) Unprotected PIV Sex. Mild Choking. Mild Dirty talk. F is the one with the public sex kink. Fluff. AN: Add on from the warnings. Reader is the one with the public sex Kink and the reason I've put it in the warnings is because not everyone has this kink of course, but it's the only one I've specifically gave her. With that out of the way folks, I hope you enjoy the read ❤️.
We jump right into NSFW, so I'll cover it up.
There are some people in this world who have kinky sex and there are people who don’t. That doesn’t mean either of those beautifully intimate acts aren’t good or satisfying because they both are. It’s just that you, in your relationship, are the one who likes kinky sex whereas your partner hasn’t ever really partaken in the extreme spicy activities. 
Joel Miller is your partner and what you’ve noticed thus far into your relationship with him is that he likes to add a dash of multiple different kinks in the bedroom. For instance, the man likes teasing, dirty talk, tying you up or being tied up himself. It’s not too much, nor too little, and he is very subtle with it as a matter of fact, not overpowering. 
You’re never left unsatisfied in the delicately calloused hands of Joel. He always takes good care of you, and the sex is phenomenal, however the only issue you have is that one particular kink of yours - public sex. You love it, love the thrill and fear around the possibility of being caught in the act, which makes the sex so much more exciting, but Joel - understandably - would be too worried and afraid of getting caught. 
You’re sure it’s a kink he wouldn’t like, and it’s not a major issue. It doesn’t cause problems or ruin sex with the man in the slightest, it’s just that sometimes when you’re out together somewhere public, you often catch yourself thinking about him bending you over the table and fucking you. Like right now for example. You and Joel are on a patrol with Simon and Lee, checking out the ski-lodge like usual, but you’re really horny. 
The man just has that power every minute of every goddamn day no matter what he does, but right now especially, he is wearing that sexy black buttoned up shirt that just clings to his figure in all the right areas. The top two buttons popped open, giving you a glimpse of the veins in his neck and the trail of hair between his collarbones, leading down his wide chest, buffed out with years of keeping fit. 
Then his shoulders… God his shoulders are so big, and you squeeze your legs together in thought about clinging onto them just last night as he held you in his arms, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. Joel is as strong as an ox, and you love to be swept off your feet by him in both the metaphorical and literal sense. 
He’s held you up in many positions in the past just by sheer strength, and your favourite would be pinning you up against the wall, the backs of your legs held by his big hands as he rolls his hips into you lovingly and gentle-like. There’s absolutely no doubt that you’re horny right now, you can feel your slick dampening your underwear and you want him so badly. 
As you sit by one of the tables, looking over at your man behind the old barista bar, you can’t help but think about him bending you over the counter, fucking you from behind while Simon and Lee do a quick sweep of the building. It would be a quickie, over and done before they get back, but you don’t want to push Joel into doing something he isn’t comfortable with. 
So instead, you start off light and meet him halfway, to test the waters and see if public sex is something that he would be interested in doing. Rising from the chair and looking over your shoulder to see Simon and Lees back turned as they stood outside the building, you quickly walk around the bar and duck down. 
“Keep looking straight ahead,” You whisper to Joel after he looks in your direction, no doubt wondering what the hell you were doing. “Don’t make it obvious, babe. They didn’t see me come behind here.” 
“Who? Where? What are you talking about?” He questions, instantly assuming you meant danger as he proceeded to look around for it. “Simon and Lee,” You reassure him, then move in front of his legs. “Just act natural, okay handsome?” You ask. 
“Uh, I would but I don’t have a clue what yer mean, darlin’.” Joel chuckles bashfully, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he fights the urge to look down and see for himself what you were doing. He chokes on a grunt as you reach out to unbuckle his pants. “Uhh?” He grips the edge of the bar, knuckles turning white with worry. “What do yer think you’re doing?” 
“What does it feel like?” You giggle in a whisper, “I’m going to suck your cock, sexy.” 
“Jesus Christ,” Joel puffs out heavily, evidently aroused from your actions. He looks down at you and lingers on your mischievous looking grin beaming up at him with those big doe eyes. “Straight ahead,” You remind him quickly, to which he listens straight away. “Right, sorry.” He whispers. 
“Why are you so cute, Joel?” You ask rhetorically, amusement burning your cheeks with him playing along to your little games. You wrongfully assumed that he wouldn’t like this, that he would be well out of his comfort zone, but so far he looks comfortable and you’re happy that he is. You pull his dick out of his pants and look up to see the man fighting a losing battle. 
He’s already struggling, and you’ve barely touched him yet, and as much as you’d like to drag this out, to tease him and have fun, you don’t want to put him off the idea of doing this again in the future, so you don’t waste any more time and lean in to lick a path along the prominent vein, just how he likes it. “Fuuuck,” He groans quietly, eyes threatening to roll back into the sockets of his head as you suck the tip of him. 
For a little extra assurance, Joel reaches over the counter for his backpack sitting on the chair, the action pushing his cock inside your mouth. You gasp and moan around him with surprise, then reach out to grab his ass, keeping him buried for a few seconds more before he pulls back and sets his backpack down in front of him. 
“That’s better,” He mumbles while looking down into your eyes, “I can pretend I’m looking at something in my backpack. They won’t tell the difference all the way out there.” He refers to Simon and Lee, helping you to understand what he did up above as you clearly couldn’t see. He just wanted to reassure you that he won’t get caught for looking down. Your eyes are what he wants to focus on, not the surroundings of the building or his patrol partners. 
Just for safe measure, Joel opens his backpack and pulls out a couple items onto the counter, making himself look preoccupied as you audibly choke on his cock below. The noise you made was obscene and vulgar, causing him a great struggle to quieten his moans of pleasure. He lifts his gaze briefly and sees that everything is safe before looking back down into your eyes, his palm reaching behind your head to keep you steady as he rolls his hips forward. 
“There, that’s it, darlin’” He drawls gruffly, “Fuck! Almost there.” Stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, he picks up his pace and chases his orgasm. You relax your jaw and moan softly each time the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, the taste of salt telling you that’s close. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasps repeatedly before burying your nose into the hairs on his mound, spilling ropes of him cum down your throat. 
While you gag around him down below, Joel lifts his head once more, seeing that everything is still okay and he is safe, before pulling back and giving you a break for air. You look up at him to say something but stop yourself when seeing his expression change with greeting. He rolls his lips together, jerking his chins outwards as Simon and Lee pop their heads in the doorway. 
“Hey man. We’re about to check the perimeter. Where’s Y/N?” Simon asks, his question making you smile as Joel replies calmly. “Bathroom. Down the hall.” 
“Alright, cool.” Simon calls out, “Just making sure.” He explains, and you and Joel know why. It’s so he doesn’t get spooked and accidently shoots you, that’s the only reason why he’s asking where you are. 
“Radio us if you need help” Joel nods to him with a thin-lipped smile and as soon as they're out of view, he looks down at you, releasing a sigh as his shoulders relax. “Jesus. That was close, but…” He blushes while trying to find the right words, almost as if he’s ashamed to admit it. “But um, it was also really…”
“Exciting?” You answer for him, to which he nods in agreement. “Mhm. I think so too.” You rise from the floor to face him and lean in to peck his lips once before turning around. “I think we got about seven minutes before they walk through those doors again-” You giggle while pulling your pants and underwear down. “-Got another one left in ya, sexy?” 
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Joel retorts with a smirk on his lips. “You keep a lookout this time, girl. Let me focus on making you cum.” 
“Oh, it would be my pleasu-fuuuck!” You whine as buries his cock inside your cunt, bottoming out in one swift motion. There’s no time for messing around, the man is getting straight to it by setting a slow, grinding pace before bringing his hand around to your front and rubbing nameless shapes on your clit. 
“I’ll make it up to you when we get home, babydoll.” Joel groans. Reaching out to wrap his free hand around your throat, that dash of dominance that he likes comes through beautifully as he applies a little pressure. “I’ll make love to you, darlin’, but right now I gotta be quick.” He says, his voice almost sounding remorseful for his beautiful act of intimacy being short and fast. 
“Joel,” You whine, and gasp louder than you intended to be. “Just fuck me, baby. Don’t matter how rough you are, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” 
“Shit! Ok-ok,” He grunts. Picking up his pace and slamming into your cunt, you feel your ass jiggling from his actions and hear the audible slap each time his hips connect with your behind. “You look so good right now, baby. Nnugh! From this angle, taking my cock so well.” And there’s the dash of dirty talk coming through. 
“Oh yeah?” You whine, baiting him to babble more with that dirty mouth of his, to which he replies breathlessly. “Oh, fuck yeah. So beautiful, warm and tight. I love you so goddamn much, Y/N.” 
“I love you too, baby.” You pant. Squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip, your moans tell the man everything he needs to hear and can tell that you’re close. He quickly yanks you up to stand, pulling you flush to his chest and tilting your face to meet your lips in a kiss. 
“J-Joel,” You whimper, and he responds by slipping his tongue inside your mouth while spilling a load of his cum deep inside your cunt. He groans through the height of his climax, the last few thrusts from him becoming slow and lazy as he releases almost everything he has. You’ve left the man feeling spent and exhausted, the expression on his face speaking of pure satisfaction. 
You assumed Joel wouldn’t like public sex, but as it turns out, he loves it.
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Oh Joel Miller's smut majesty, could you please comment how our dearest DILF would react if reader got to wear thigh highs socks?
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Why yes of course, my lovely. I most certainly can comment on this idea of yours 😏.
Okay, so I think that Joel would take a double look when he sees you wearing them for the first time. It's something new for him and maybes he's a little confused as to how/why thigh socks can be so sexy. They're just socks, but now that he knows how sexy they look on you, he wants to see you wearing them almost all the time.
Andddd, of course I thought of a little scenario when I first read this ask from you and had to type it up. I'm a hoe for Joel - always, so I couldn't help myself Nonnie. I just needed to see this little scene in my head in writing hehehe.😏 I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Joel's POV. Reader being a subtle tease. Surprise boner? (Joel being a little embarrassed about his boner) Dirty talk. Mentions of Sex and Self-pleasure. Hints of Joel being Rough. Fade to black sex.
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The soft thumping sounds of your feet walking across the laminated flooring first caught Joel's attention and when he tore his eyes away from the book he was reading in the lounge, the piece of clothing you decided to wear this chilly November evening was the second thing that caught his attention - all of his attention.
The man even took a double look and blinked his eyes twice to see if he was seeing things clearly because he's never seen you wear thigh high socks before. It's foreign to him, something new, but is he complaining about it? Yeah, actually. He does have a little complaint about them.
"What are you wearing?" He calls out and holds the groan stuck in the back of his throat. Abandoning his book and now using his free hands to hold them over his crotch instead, the only reason Joel has a little complaint about this new piece of clothing of yours is because he has never felt a physical reaction so quick before. They're just socks...but goddamn do they look so good on you and it's stirring something fierce between his legs.
"Thigh high socks," You reply blanky over your shoulder while fixing yourself a hot cocoa. "It's getting colder every day and sometimes I just don't want to wear pants. You know how it is-" You move towards the cupboard, reaching for his owl mug. "-Want me to make you a hot cocoa too, babe?" You ask.
"Yea-no, no," He stutters, choking on that groan in his throat. "I already have some tea here, darlin'. Thanks." He follows your movements like a hawk, tilting his head to the side and drinking in the image of your legs. The socks are white, just plain and simple, paired with one of his grey sweaters. It's big on you, but unless you stand straight and don't move around too much, it keeps everything above your thighs concealed. For example, the white panties you are wearing underneath that he's almost certain are thongs because there's just so much ass showing when you lean over the counter slightly to reach for the sugar.
When you stand up and straighten your back again, his sweater drops down and hides what he's staring at so fucking hard, which is giving him a raging boner. But there's no escape because now he's back to staring at your thighs in those socks again, back to sweating bullets over his own dirty minded thoughts of grabbing handfuls of the exposed meaty flesh for leverage as he pulls you onto his cock. Jesus. Joel hasn't felt this desperate since you wore that little two-piece lingerie for him last summer, but that's different. Lingerie is supposed to be sexy, but socks aren't... right?
"Are you playing with me, girl?" Joel finally asks. He couldn't take it anymore, especially not after you leaned over the counter again, this time making no effort at all to keep anything concealed from his hungry eyes as the sweater rode up your ass and your purposely arched your back. You did. He knows you did it purposely and it's driving him crazy too. Makes him feral.
"No." You turn abruptly, insulted by his tone of voice. "What's the matter with you right now?" You ask with furrowed brows, and he swears there was a little tug on the corner of your lips, as if you were fighting the urge to smirk, but he couldn't tell for sure. Not this far away.
So instead, the man just narrows his eyes and plays it cool - for now. "N-nothing... You comin' to join me?" He asks, to which you nod and exit the kitchen with your hot cocoa in hand. Joel turns to face to TV now and suddenly becomes aware of the large tent in his sweatpants. He keeps one of his hands held over his crotch, hiding his embarrassment for being turned on by so little exposure from you. He usually has a lot more composure than this, usually has the ability to control himself better, but those thigh high socks of yours are something new to him: something he wants you to wear while he fucks you until he's breathless.
Walking by him and setting down your cup onto the table, the amount of steam flowing out from the beverage makes his face contort with worry. "Babe, that's way too hot-" He looks at you now, shaking his head, "-When do you plan to drink it? Tomorrow?"
"Hm. I like it when you're sarcastic." You mumble, nostrils flaring as you stifle a giggle. "But to answer your question, no, I don't plan to drink it tomorrow." You move to take a seat and catch him off guard when straddling his lap instead of sitting beside him. The man huffs out a heavy wanton breath, laden with arousal and sexual frustration as you remove his hand away from his crotch and replace it with your burning heat. "Until my cocoa cools down, handsome-" You look up into his hungry brown eyes, hazed with passion and lust. "-We can have some fun."
"I knew it." Joel growls, his eyes dragging up and down your body as he reaches out to slip his hands up your legs and grip your thighs. "I knew you were playing with me, girl. Barely covering yourself up, wearin' these socks and my sweater with that pretty little white thong-"
"And bending over the counter for you to see my ass," You cut him off and finish his sentence confidently with a cockiness to your tone of voice. "Yeah. I did all that Joel, and then some." You dangle the bait, hoping he'll take it - which he did.
"And then some?" He tilts his head mockingly while pulling you over his bulge to ease some of the ache in his cock. "Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" He asks, to which you have great pleasure answering for him by lifting the sweater to show the mess you left in your panties. The soaking wet mess. "This is what I mean-" You pout jokingly with big doe eyes. "-You were reading your book and I was horny, so I just took care of myself upstairs, only..."
"Only it wasn't enough." The man answers for you this time, taking the words right out of your mouth as he was absolutely correct. It wasn't enough; it never is when you pleasure yourself. Sure, it helps ease some of the frustration, but most of the time it just leaves you a whining mess for more. So, the thigh high socks and the subtle teasing was your plan to get what you want, and it worked magnificently.
"Those hands aren't as big as mine, huh?" Joel asks rhetorically while rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb over your thighs. "I'd usually ask what you want, but not tonight, doll." He removes one hand from your thigh and slips it inside his sweatpants instead, freeing himself eagerly. His cock springs back and slaps his lower stomach, beads of pre-cum already leaking out of the angry red tip before he swipes it up with his finger and brings it to your lips. "Open." He says coldly, not asking, but ordering you to.
You open your mouth and take his finger inside, humming contently at the salty taste of his desire on your tongue while maintaining his direct line of sight, as if wordlessly testing his patience with only a simple look in your eyes. "So," You whisper seductively as he pulls his finger away from your lips, "How is tonight different, Joel? Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" You throw his own words back in his face, using them beautifully to push his buttons in the very best way.
"Oh..." He chuckles deeply and drops his gaze between your legs to pull your panties to one side. "Look at you, Y/N. Acting so confident and full of yerself...Well, tonight's different because I'm gonna take what I want and make you cum so much that you'll beg for my mercy, girl."
"Joel, don't tease me with a good time-" You bite your lip, pushing one more button before rendering yourself to his every command and whimpering through his punishingly pleasurable process."-Actions speak louder than words, big boy."
You want it. You need it - need it all. Need him to fill you so much that it drips out of you for hours, leaves a lasting ache for days and a memory for you to look back on with a hankering desire to do it again. You want Joel to be rough. Want him to use your body like his own personal little fuck toy. You went out on a limb and just guessed that he might like these thigh high socks and you were right.
Only you were surprised to learn just how much he liked them as the night progressed after multiple rounds of sex, plenty of breaks in between, and your hot cocoa was cold and completely forgotten about.
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Breaking and Entry
Pairing: Dom!Joel x You (F!Reader) - this is not apart of my Dom Joel/ Sub Reader series.
WC: 2k
Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI. Smut. Masturbation (Both F & M) Little bit of Voyeurism. Use of sex toys. Rough sex. Unprotected PIV. Praise kink & a little bit of Degrading kink. Overstimulation, it becomes a little too much for F. Mentions of after care for Joel. Fluffy ending. If I have missed anything, do please call it out my loves.
AN: Ok, I am writing a whole heap of stories at the moment, so I thought I drop this little smutty piece for you all to keep ya fed ;). (And myself too, I couldn't get this out of my mind). Hope you enjoy darlings - I plan to play the game sometime this week because I miss gruff looking Joel in the first game <3.
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"Joel."
The sound of his name echoes throughout the house like a siren's song. Sweet and mischievous to the ears, he drops everything in his hands by the front door and starts following the sound of his beautiful angel calling for him. All lights are off, casting a darkness around every corner but Joel doesn't need light to locate where you are.
"Babe, come here." A giggle whispers its way to his ears, teasing the hunger that remains inside of him day and night - for you. "I've missed you so much today." You say seductively.
Discarding his clothes one at a time with each step he takes up the stairs, Joel reaches his bedroom with only his underwear left to be removed. A warm glow shimmered through the gaps with a scent of vanilla lingering in the air.
"I know you're there." A heavy sigh hums through the wood of the door - a sound so delectable to his ears that it sends a new rush of blood straight to his cock, hardening it with a feral need to be buried into your warmth. "Let me see you. I'm really close handsome, but I need to see your face."
Joel reaches for the door handle with a shuddering exhale then cracks it open a little before stopping at the sound of your gasp, followed by a loud vibrating hum. He doesn't move, but opens the door fully to be met by the pretty sight of you wearing a sexy new piece of lingerie while laying on your back, legs spread with a vibrator pressed to your clothed cunt.
Tongue running over his bottom lip, the man slides a hand inside his underwear to take himself in hand and ease the throb. You are soaking. Your little red laced panties are darkened with your desire as well as the sheets beneath you. Eyes almost black with lust, you didn't lift your head from the pillow but you met his gaze and formed your lips into the shape of an 'o'. You are close. Joel can see your legs trembling, but you're holding back.
"Hey there pretty lady." His voice rumbles across the room, eliciting a needy whimper from you. "Go on. Finish what you started." Joel hisses, leaning against the door frame to watch you pleasure yourself while slowly fisting his cock. "Let me hear all those sweet noises you make."
Muscles tensing and veins bulging, Joel strokes himself a little faster with a harder grip as you writhe on the bed. You amped up the vibrator and pushed it deeper into the fabric of your panties, directly over your sensitive clit. The way your voice sounds dry and parched as you mewl tells the man that this isn't your first orgasm.
"God-damn, Y/N." He seethes, an internal rage directed at his own will to stay put and keep his hands off you. Joel needs your cunt wrapped around him, not his hand, but first and foremost, he wants you ready for him. "Fuck! Pull those panties to the side." He groans through gritted teeth, practically fucking his fist now. "I want to watch your hole clench around nothing, baby doll."
Doing as he asked, you slid your lacy red underwear to the side and placed the vibrator over your bare clit, tossing your head back with surges of pleasure coursing through your body. "Joel! I'm going to-'' Your warning was cut short with your climax.
Toes curling into the sheets, the warmth rushes to your chest and spreads like fire, setting your whole body alight with stars. "Good girl. That's it, Y/N.'' Joel praises kept you from floating to another dimension, your orgasm was still seeing through its course, making it too much to bear against your abused clit. You've lost count of how many times you've climaxed tonight, it's been hours since your first one.
Taking the vibrator away as it became too much, you heaved a heavy breath and slowly started to come down from your high. You need a drink of water. Your mouth is so dry from all the moaning that you're certain it's going to hurt tomorrow morning. The sound of floorboards creaking open your eyes and you lift your head to see Joel climbing onto the bed with an animalistic look on his face.
"We ain't done yet, darlin'." He grunts deeply before slotting his hips between your legs and thrusting his cock through your cunt in one swift motion. You cried out with the intrusion, hands instantly darting out to his shoulders to hold on for what's to come next.
Buried to the hilt with ease, Joel shows his impatience by removing his cock and slamming it back home again. Somehow stretching you open more than the first time. You cry again, moaning his name to the high heavens above, but this time with Joel mocking you. "That's what I like to hear darlin'. Scream for me while I fuck you into the mattress."
Finding his rhythm which was slow and deep, yet punishingly hard each time his hips snapped into yours, Joel slipped a hand around the back of your neck and gripped gently. "You missed me today, huh?" He chuckles, heavy breaths bellowing across your face. "You miss my cock, don't lie sweetheart.”
That was… semi true. You do miss his cock, and you do miss him too. He left you in the early hours of the morning for his patrol, but something went wrong and he had to stay out there all day, thus bringing him back at this late hour, exhausted and irritable. A frustration that is effectively subsided when buried in your warmth, and it’s most favourable that you have spent the last few hours in his absence fucking yourself on his bed. 
You met Joel three months ago when joining Jackson, and boy what an adventurous three months they have been. You and him instantly took a liking to each other, and it didn’t take long for you to end up in his bed either. You don’t even live here, but you broke in to surprise him after hearing something went wrong on a patrol. “You’re a naughty girl, sweetheart.” Joel groans, bringing up your most recent thoughts “I oughta teach you a lesson for sneaking around my home when I ain’t here.” 
Pulling out of your cunt and grabbing your arms, Joel swiftly turns you around and pushes your face into the covers, successfully silencing your mewls as he thrusts his cock back inside of you. The man kept you in that position for a few moments before giving you a break for air, though he did that by gripping handfuls of your air and pulling your head back.
“Can’t get enough can you? I fuck you last night and this morning, but you always come back for more.” He growls into your ear, cock slamming into your from behind. “I just fuck you so good don’t I. Nothing else can compare, not even this little vibrator.” 
Grabbing the toy and pressing it to your clit, you cried as Joel buried his face into your neck and grinded into you. The clench around his cock apparently broke his dominance over you, but only for a moment. Standing up and pulling you with him, he placed the vibrator in your hands with an order. “Don’t take it away unless I tell yer to.” 
“O-okay.” You manage to utter. Shaking violently from his actions, Joel was fucking you now with such brutality that your breasts slapped your skin as they bounced. The hands he placed to your hips stopped you from falling forward and kept you in place, but that wasn’t enough for Joel.
Bringing one of his hands up your body, he grabbed your throat and pulled your head back to his shoulder. It didn’t hurt, you were too focused on your orgasm to care even if it did hurt, and his lips placed to your ear whispering absolute filth just drove you insane. “You’re gonna cum, I can feel it, baby.. s..squeezing me so t-tight. Oh fuck.” He moans, mouth falling open. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum for me you cockdumb slut.” 
Mewling with your climax, you tried to move the vibrator away but Joel grabs it just in time and holds it against your clit. “Ah ah. I didn’t say move it, now did I?” The sensations were too powerful, thus making you scream, however he moves his hand from your neck to hold over your mouth as he grunts. “The neighbors darlin’. They’ll complain.” 
As your shaking body jerked against Joel’s grip, you could feel another orgasm quickly building and you moaned into the palm of his hand with tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, yet painfully good. Cock thrusting in and out of your cunt with a powerful vibration to your clit was too much pleasure. The vibrator was too much, but before you could even reach for Joel’s hand over your mouth to tell him, your eyes spring open with a sudden rush of liquid gushing out of your cunt, completely drenching your legs and Joel's. 
“Joel!” Ears ringing from how loud you screamed, a blanket of stars erupted behind your eyelids and Joel finally took away the vibrator, allowing you to come down from your aching orgasm, however he was still snapping his hips into yours, chasing his own climax.
“Nearly there darlin’. I’m close.” He says softly, planting one kiss on your lips before looking into your eyes. You’re spent. Completely spent and exhausted, and just as quick as the thought popped into his mind to abandon his orgasm to take care of you, your hand reaches up to thread your fingers through his hair. “Cum for me Joel, please.” 
Please - that was all it took.
The sound of your voice pleading him sent Joel over the edge and he quickly pulls out to spill creamy white ropes of his seed onto your lower back with a groan deep from his stomach. Kisses then planted to your shoulder, he breathed through his high while running a reassuring hand up your stomach. “Are you okay, babydoll?” He asks, voice raspy. “I didn’t…didn’t hu-”
“No, never.” You cut him off with a shake of your head upon hearing the guilt in his tone. “I’d speak up and tell you if it did hurt. It was just…” You sigh a chuckle, taking his hands in yours. “...For a moment there the vibrator was becoming too much, but I wasn’t in pain babe. I promise.” 
Tilting your face to meet his lips, it was soft and passionate, expressing every reassurance that Joel may want or need in this moment. You love how rough he can get in the bedroom, though sometimes when it’s a rough session, he needs extra attention and care when coming back down to earth. You sometimes need it too, but tonight Joel was the one in need of after care.
Walking towards the bathroom with him and still kissing him on the lips, you stopped at the sink and held a cloth under the tap before turning it on. “Will you stay the night?” He asks, taking the cloth from you and cleaning the mess he made on your back. “I want to feel you beside me in bed, it’s been a long day sweetheart.” 
“Of course.” You nod. Tossing the rag into the sink and holding his hands, you took Joel towards the bed and pulled the sheets back. “Let me fix this first, lay down handsome.”  
Removing the blanket that you soaked and finding another in the cupboard, you came back over to Joel and climbed in beside him then readjusted the covers over you both. Before you could even decide which sleeping position to take, Joel chose for you by turning you over to lay on your side and spooned you from behind. Skin touching skin just the way he likes it, he pulls your body flush to his and rests his chin in your neck. “No more breaking into my home, Y/N.” He whispers, gently shaking his head. Shame burned your cheeks and you felt terrible, however his next words overpowered the shame with happiness and joy. 
“I’ll get a key cut for you tomorrow, darlin’. My home is your home.”
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Sleepless
Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)
Summary: Pretty much PWP, very little plot. Joel has trouble sleeping, and the reader helps him out by wearing one of his favourite lingerie sets.
WC: 2.7K
Warnings: 18+. There is a lot of smut in here. Unprotected PIV. Rough, desperate type sex. Anal play. Nipple play. Maybe a little exhibitionism. Deep throating in the shower. Somnophelia, Joel wakes up reader with Oral sex. Little bit of praise kink & overstimulation. If I've missed anything, call it out <3
AN: I’ll leave the pictures of the two piece lingerie set that I used for inspo at the bottom. It’s quite revealing for a cover image. Hope ya’ll like this my lovelies.
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Sleepless nights are a frequent burden for Joel lately. They tend to come and go, like a cloud passing by.
You’d think after a whole year of living safely inside the walls of Jackson he would settle, but apparently the instinct to be on high alert even when he’s sleeping still pesters him now.
It’s understandable, Joel has spent a huge chunk of his life sleeping with one eye open. He does his best not to disturb you when it occurs, carefully slipping out of the bed, pulling the covers back over your sleeping form and taking himself downstairs to watch tv, read a book or just clean at stupid hours in the morning.
Sometimes he doesn’t even come to bed, his body and mind still wide awake, taking that little extra time to wind down than what you do. Tonight is one of those nights. He told you he’d be up in five minutes and he’s still sitting on his recliner chair now three hours later, reading a book.
Turning the lamp off beside him, he runs a hand across his face and nestles back into the chair, optimistic that he feels even a smidgen of sleep creeping into his body. It’s not. Joel’s still feeling very much wide awake.
The floorboards above him creak and he looks towards the stairs. With only the moonlight shimmering through the curtains, he couldn’t see you until you were halfway down the stairs and when he did, he smirked.
Your puffy eyes were barely open, using the palm of your hand to rub the remnants of sleep away while you walked right past him and into the kitchen with an audible yawn - wearing that two piece floral cami dress and robe.
Joel loves that piece of lingerie on you.
A satin pink flowery cami dress, strappy on the shoulders with a deep, revealing neckline, the length just perfectly reaching past your ass, his cock was already starting to bulge against his zipper while looking at you in the kitchen.
You looked sinful. Leaning over the sink and pouring yourself a glass of water, the fabric riding up, providing him a spectacular view. You’re not wearing any underwear and he can see everything.
With a slight chill in the air, your robe provides a little warmth but not enough as your pert nipples poked out from beneath the fabric. Oh how he wishes to wrap his lips around them.
Joel watched and listened from his chair to you gulping back the water, his hand sliding up his thigh to palm the growing tent in his pants. You have other lingerie sets but this was by far his favourite one on you.
He’s fairly certain that you know he loves this one too, only wearing it occasionally to tease him and if you do, it’s working. Waiting till you exit the kitchen and reach the bottom step, he whispers, “hey there, beautiful.”
You smiled to yourself, hoping he would say something. You know he’s tired, struggling to relax and sleep tonight, and you hoped this lingerie dress would help. You know it’s his favourite and you know what it does to him when you wear it.
“Hey babe. Coming to bed?” You asked, coyly. Turning around and walking to the doorway, you leaned against the frame, resting your cheek on the cold wood while waiting for him to answer.
The robe slipped down your shoulder, showing him more skin and he didn’t answer you vocally. Only opened his legs and beckoned you over to sit.
Walking over to him, you turned and sat down on his lap, then leaned back onto his chest. His hands wormed around to your stomach, lips already nipping at your neck as you felt his hardened cock pressing into your ass from behind.
“I’m gonna take you to bed,” he cooed into your ear and smiled against your skin. Trailing his hands up your body, purposely brushing his fingers across your nipples, you arched your back into his touch.
Tilting your head to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, you licked inside his mouth and Joel kissed you back fervently. His tongue fought yours while he pulled down the straps to your dress, exposing your soft breasts to the cold night air.
“Play with them, darlin,” He whispered deeply into your mouth, the southern drawl prominent in his words while bringing one of your hands up to your breasts, “I’ll watch.”
You nodded and took your nipple between your fingers, pebbling the hardened bud while grinding your hips into his lap. “Fuck!” He grunted from the contact, his breath getting heavier, needier, against your face.
Running his hands up your thighs and under the dress, he trailed closer to your heat, already slick with your desire and waiting for him. Joel growled into your neck when feeling how wet you are for him.
Still kissing your neck and watching you fondle your breasts, Joel needed you now and started bunching the dress up. He lifted his lap off the couch, pulling down his pants and freeing his cock. It sprung back, slapping his lower tummy with dribbles of pre-cum leaking out the tip.
Picking up on his urgency and feeling just as needy as he, you whimpered to him, “baby please, I need you.”
Taking himself in hand and lining your entrance up just above his cock, he slipped the head inside then held onto your hips before sinking you down onto him. “Joel!” You mewled, the action making your eyes roll back shut.
Behind you, his mouth fell open to groan, deep and guttural, while pulling out then pistoning his hips up off the seat. “Fuck! You feel so good, Joel,” you moaned again when he thrusted back through your pulsing velvety walls.
“Go ahead darlin,” he leaned back, running a hand up your spine and pushing your forward to sit up straight then ordered you, “Fuck me, Y/N.”
Using his thighs to balance yourself, you lifted yourself off and slammed your hips down, over and over again, making Joel toss his head back. The veins protruding from his neck with a high broken moan escaping his lips. He’s falling apart behind you.
Your toes curled against the cold hardwood flooring, your head lolling back from the pleasure as was his. He was so deep, touching your g-spot each time. His hands explored your skin, grabbing at your hips then caressing the supple flesh of your ass.
You’re so soft, your skin delicate under the pad of his fingers spreading your cheeks apart to watch your cunt take his cock whole, all the way down to the base.
Running a hand over your ass, he loved this position just as much as missionary.
A front row seat of watching your pussy swallow his cock and your puckered hole clench from the pleasure. If only he could see your face, your pretty face contorted in bliss, your brows pulled together with the build-up of your release. You're close. He can feel it.
Ducking his head down, he spat on his thumb, trailing the slick over your hole before jamming it inside. A pleasant intrusion and catalyst, your head tilting upwards, a wonton cry of his name escaping your lips as you come around his cock.
Your pussy clenched as Joel pushed his thumb deeper, eliciting your body to convulse. Legs pressing together while gripping at his thighs, you feel so full, full of his cock twitching inside of you. So full of him.
Grinding on him, he hasn’t even come yet, you started picking up your rhythm again, wanting to feel him explode inside of you. “Y/N,” he grunted, a warning in his tone as he instructed, “The floor, darlin’.”
You knew what he meant and braced your hand out when he surged forward to stand, changing the position and fucking your cunt mercilessly, thumb still hooked deep in your ass, he grabbed onto your hip to set a punishingly deep and fast pace.
His thighs slapped the back of yours, your hands fighting to find purchase on the floor below as he quite literally was pushing you forward, your dress and robe was starting to fall off your body from the angle.
Putting one of your hands behind your back, Joel knew what you wanted and grabbed onto your forearm. That’s better. Putting your other arm behind too, he held onto both with one hand and spread his legs apart then continued to pile driving into your pussy.
“J..Joel.. cum…i-” Your words break apart from the pace, “inside…cum…inside.”
Voice pitching higher and higher as you wail with the rise of your second orgasm, Joel can barely hold back anymore, he’s so close, you’re so close, he wants to come with you, experience euphoria at the same time as one.
“I’m cummin, Y/N!” He warned, eyes closing, his chest rising and falling erratically, Joel thrusted a couple more times before pushing as deeply as possible and releasing ropes upon ropes of his cum. His cock twitching inside of you, as you yelled below.
Your voice hoarse and dry, you yelled his name, cried his name, when feeling his warmth spreading inside of you, painting your walls. It’s bliss, total bliss as you float above air.
Rutting his hips a couple more times, releasing every last drop, Joel then carefully removed his thumb and pulled you up flush against his chest. Kissing along your shoulder and up your neck while whispering into your ear, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Never better,” you heaved, trying to control your breathing and smiling at him. Tilting your head and closing the gap, you kiss his lips, rubbing your thighs together when feeling both of your arousals oozing out of your core around his cock.
Grabbing a couple tissues from the box on the table beside him, Joel pulled himself out slowly and cleaned you up, grabbing onto your sides when feeling you wobble. Your legs felt weak from his rough love making.
After walking up stairs with you, he headed into the bathroom and turned the nozzle on in the shower. Your lingerie discarded on the floor before walking into the shower. Joel was half undressed and followed you into the shower shortly after.
Somewhere along the line of washing yourselves up, you found yourself on your knees with his hand held to the back of your head protecting your skull from the wall as he fucked your mouth.
The sight above you was absolute filth, pornographic. Watching the water cascade down his sun tanned body, muscles ripped and taut as he flexes, holding himself back from spilling in your mouth, he looked gorgeous.
Holding his other hand against the wall, the water droplets rolling off the ends of his chair, his eyes were dark, half lidded while watching you choke on his cock. The noises you made, gagging around his length as he hit the back of your throat with his slow, deliberate thrusts, you look so fucking sexy.
On your knees, your hand between your legs, tracing nameless shapes on your clit, the water running down your breasts, your eyes straining from reflex, you choked again.
Pulling back and leaving a trail of saliva, you gasped for a breath of air before taking him back inside your mouth, letting him roll his hips forward once more. Your pussy clenched around nothing upon feeling his thighs tense. He’s close.
Joel’s hand gripped your hair, his mouth opening while watching your pretty lips wrap around his cock and thrusting balls deep into your throat. Pulling all the way out once, giving you another breath, he surged forward, your nose burying into the hair on his mound and keeping you in place while spilling his seed onto your tongue.
He heard you gulping it all back. The noise delectable to ears and Joel closed his eyes, drawing out every last drop that he could give until you hummed with your own orgasm, making him jerk forward from the vibrations.
Pulling out and checking on you, he apologized, “Sorry baby. Are you okay?” Nodding to him, you swallowed and steadied your breathing. Salty tears falling down your cheeks, your eyes reddened from deep throating his cock, you loved pleasuring Joel this way.
He pulled you up off the tiled floor, wrapping his arms around your back and meeting your lips in another kiss, he could taste the saltiness of his cum on your tongue, making him groan into your mouth.
You were spent and so was he. It’s nearing two am in the morning and your idea of slipping on his favourite lingerie set to go down stairs and get a drink worked. Taking you out of the shower and drying off together, he carried you to bed and lay down naked under the sheets.
Sleep came easily to Joel, a light snore slipping past his lips from behind you and you fell asleep not even seconds later. Exhausted, satisfied and feeling very much accomplished for helping him sleep.
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When you awoke next, you felt fuzzy. A warmth spreading in your lower stomach, that familiar blossoming sensation building and you stirred. Half awake and half asleep, you're semi aware of the sheets shuffling around your body.
Shifting your head to the side, your brows furrowed with a subtle prickle to your core then moaned when feeling something hot and wet against your clit. Instinctively reaching out, you grabbed onto Joel’s hair between your legs.
Mewling his name as you reach your peak with him lapping up every ounce of your juices, sweet and tangy on his tongue. Humming into your core, your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he lay on his stomach.
Joel had his two arms under your body, his hands resting across your stomach and you lifted your head to look at him eating you out, feeling his hands hold you in place to inflict his pleasure.
The bed was rocking, he was grinding his hips, seeking friction from his aching cock, fully erect and solid from his morning wood. Joel wanted to repay the favour from the shower last night and thought that waking you up with an orgasm would be nice.
It was. More than nice it was fucking wonderful. Your legs clamping shut around his head, he kept swiping his tongue up and down your slit, licking in and around your weeping entrance then back up to your swollen, overstimulated clit.
He wasn’t stopping, he kept going. “Joel,” Tossing your head back further into the pillow, you whimpered a plea, “J-Joel, t-too much.” Holding one of your thighs open and looking up at you, he smirked as he entered two fingers in your core.
“You can take it, darlin’,” Joel growled. Rapidly swiping his tongue up and down then side to side on your clit, your stomach tensed, fingers gripping handfuls of his hair with another orgasm fast approaching as praised into your pussy, “There Y/N, good girl.”
Crooking his fingers at angle and stroking your walls in a come hither motion, he buried his nose into the hairs on your mound, watching you attentively fall apart while continuously swiping his tongue.
Your orgasm washed over you, your slick drenching his fingers and chin, Joel’s beard glistened as he pulled away, still thrusting his fingers and watching you crumble from his inflictions as he aided you through your high.
When you pushed on his hand, shaking your head that it was too much, Joel removed his fingers, placing a final kiss to your pussy before crawling up your body. He reached your face and chuckled with a smile as he teased, “Morning, babydoll. How yer feeling?”
“I’m feeling…” You felt amazing. You were breathless, your chest heaved for air and you beamed up at him, giggling, “Feeling like I should wear that flowery cami dress more often.”
Collapsing down onto you, Joel chuckled as you laughed with him. “Uh-huh,” he agreed. The bed shook as he laughed some more, deep and heart, it was a sound you never tired of hearing.
Tilting his head up to look into your eyes, you smiled, “I love you, Joel.” He kissed the palm of your hand, moving over to lay beside you then pulling you flush into his chest, “I love you too, beautiful.”
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