#joelmillersmut

[whore-4-pedro]

What the fuck. How have I not seen this before? I’m feral🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[cherryheartssblog]

SWEET LIKE CHERRY COLA

Summary: Inspired by Cola by Lana Del Rey. The countryside had always been home to Y/N and Joel. Joel became her neighbor a couple of years ago, catching her attention. One day, when the fair came to town, Joel decided to take Y/N out on a date to the town fair and out for a refreshing drink.

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+, smut, smoking weed!, southern Joel!, cursing!, mentions of oral sex!, rough sex!, reader had a southern accent!, age gap relationship (reader age is not mentioned, Joel is in his 40s), reader is a graduate from college!, major summer vibes!- I know it's March, fluff!, smoking!, drinking!, reader wears dresses!, sharing drinks!, country vibes!, cute date!, mentions of divorce, mentions of Sarah death!- not mentioned how!, neighborjoel x reader!, thigh riding!, Joel calls reader a slut- a few times!, girlyreader!, praise kink!, cursing!, shower sex!, dom! Joel, jealous tendencies!, choking!, pet names!, dirty talk!, sub reader!, fluff!, and not fully edited.

A/N: I have been writing a lot of summer inspired stories, I'm honestly ready for it. Here something I threw together, I hope you enjoy💕 -they are so cute in this I swear! Please let me know if I missed any warnings!

“I got a taste for men who are older, it's Always been, so it's no surprise.” - Lana del rey

She honestly couldn't believe it. She honestly couldn't fucking believe anything right now.

Joel Miller asked her out on a date.

Joel fucking Miller. Her neighbor of all people, her father’s buddy.

She understood somethings have happened between them yes.. But a date?

Y/N and her family have lived in the same house for as long as she can remember. The family home is located in a quiet little town in the heart of Texas. The house is situated down a long gravel driveway, which stretches for about 5 to 8 miles and by two other farmhouses. The houses were once all part of the same property, but were eventually sold off by the town. Y/N's parents purchased the main house, which is located at the very end of the driveway. Her father, a skilled handyman, took on the task of renovating the house from top to bottom to make it a comfortable and welcoming home for his family.

Y/N had a deep attachment to her southern roots and cherished every moment spent in her home. However, when she left for college, everything changed. The swarming city life was a stark contrast to what she was used to, and Y/N found herself struggling with homesickness. As Y/N returned home for the first time after starting college, she couldn't help but notice a new neighbor who immediately caught her attention. Her eyes were drawn to this mysterious man, and she found herself intrigued by him.

Joel Miller.

Throughout her entire life, Y/N's neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, who lived in a charming farmhouse two miles down. The Johnsons had maintained the property well over the years, but as they grew older, it began to fall into disrepair. Y/N had fond memories of her father frequently lending a hand to Mr. Johnson with yard and house work. However, when both Mr. and Mrs. Johnson passed away, the house was eventually sold when Y/N turned 20 years old. One summer day, Y/N's mother, a sociable and kind-hearted person, made a casserole to welcome the new neighbors, and Y/N decided to join her in making the introduction to Joel, whom she was meeting for the very first time.

As soon as Y/N's father met the older mechanic, he knew they would get along. The two men bonded over their shared love of cars, and before long, the mechanic - Joel - became a regular visitor to their home. Y/N, who was attending college at the time, would sometimes be home when Joel visited. She found herself enjoying their conversations, and Joel had a way of making her laugh and smile.

As she got to know him better, Y/N discovered Joel's southern charm and gentle demeanor. She had always been drawn to older men, although she couldn't quite explain why. Despite the fact that her relationship with her father was not particularly close, she knew that he was a good man who loved his family.

Joel, a charming young man, had moved to the town a couple of years ago and had quickly become friends with Y/N. Over time, Y/N's initial crush had grown into a deep bond that she found herself craving more and more. Whenever Joel was around, she felt a palpable tension that made her heart race. He would often come to help her father around the farm, and every moment spent with him felt like an opportunity to get closer.

One night just a few months ago before spring break was over, Y/N and Joel had their first hook up. The tension finally broke, Y/N knew she would have guilt so did Joel- this was his friends daughter. But she was so irresistible. He had to have her, not just that one time after her father invited him over for a basebball game that weekend. But many time after that Joel kept crawling back to her. He never imagined falling for her though.

Y/N had just returned home from college, having graduated recently, and was now trying to start a life for herself. Despite her ambitions, she was thrilled to be back home with her parents, who welcomed their only child with open arms. She had taken up a job at a boutique that her mother's friend owned, which was a perfect fit for her as she was also trying to start a business of her own.

Y/N had spent the entire morning in the barn, surrounded by the sweet scent of hay and the gentle neighs of the horses. She was dressed in comfortable clothes, a pair of faded jeans and an old t-shirt, and was helping her father with the daily chores. Her parents were both at work, leaving her alone at the family home. It was a peaceful summer day, with the sun shining bright and the sky a clear blue.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar truck pull up outside the barn. It was Joel's truck, the one he had been fixing up for months. She could see that the vehicle was still half-painted with a reddish color, and it looked like he had put a lot of effort into it. As Joel stepped out of the truck, she couldn't help but notice how rough he looked. His clothes were dirty and sweaty, and he seemed nervous, though he tried to hide it by casually talking to her and helping her with the hay. Despite his appearance, Y/N still found him attatrive and still happy to see him and welcomed his company.

When Joel took his shirt off that had Y/N's throat tightened. Her eyes couldn’t help but shift to his bare chest. His jeans hung loosely around his waist, and the belt hugging them wasn’t working much with him moving around. Y/N shouldn’t think about this man this way; it had been too long though. She had not seen him since the couple weeks she had been home from school. Y/N had no idea if Joel was here to start something up again, maybe throw her on the tractor and fuck her.

Oh she shouldn't think that..

Just when she thought that, that’s when Joel asked her. Both were resting, sitting on the tractor parked inside the barn. Y/N could have fucked him on that tractor and not think twice about it.

“How’d ya feel bout going to the fair this weekend?”

Y/N was taken aback momentarily when Joel asked her out on a date - she had not even considered the possibility of him asking. They seemed to keep their relationship a Secert. She struggled to recall how she reacted at that moment, but she could feel her face getting warm. She felt like a silly middle schooler, stumbling over her words and thoughts. "Wait, like a real date with you?" Y/N blurted out, laughing nervously. Joel chuckled at her reaction, finding it endearing as he watched her cheeks turn rosy and her attempt to conceal her smile.

Joel's smile widened as he shrugged his shoulders. "Yes honey, like a date with me," he said, half-jokingly. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, but she quickly agreed, excited at the prospect of spending time alone with Joel. However, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at her father finding out. They both decided to keep it a secret since Y/N's parents would be out of town for the weekend and didn't want to risk getting caught.

Joel gave her a deep kiss, and before Y/N could carry it on more than she wanted to, Joel pulled back. “I have to be at work, suga’,” Joel could tell she was pouting, poking her bottom lip out, and sitting on his lap. "Just a minute, Joel, please." Y/N pleaded against his lips, biting her own and looking up at him between her lashes. His smirk was dark, and his eyes even grew darker. She was grinding against him a little, causing a little friction on her clit. Y/N whimpered a little on his thigh as Joel balanced them on the tractor.

"You're just a little slut aren't ya, baby?" Joel teased her, chuckling in her ear that sent goosebumps down her neck, "Grinding on daddy's thigh, naughty girl." Y/N giggled, moaning as her hips moved against his thigh quickly. Joel chuckled at her; she was a mess already, even with her jean shorts still on.

"You're something else, baby; I want you to come in your little shorts," Joel told her, gripping her thighs tighter. She could barely form words, holding onto his sweaty bare shoulders. "I'm gonna come, daddy." She whimpered, her head throwing back, placing kisses on her neck.

Y/N felt herself cum in her underwear through her shorts, moaning out, feeling Joel's fingers through her hair. "I have to go to work, baby." Y/N whined as Joel laughed at her reaction, “I promise, baby, I'll make it up to you.” Joel placed multiple kisses on her lips that made her giggle and squeal. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on her bare thighs. His kiss deepened before breaking away, helping her up from the tractor.

Y/N was still shocked, watching Joel’s truck drive from the barn. She squealed, running out of the barn, jumping up and down, giggling like a schoolgirl to herself. She had this adrenaline, this rush that washed over her and made her feel good. Maybe a sort of type of confidence.

But he had just asked her on a date, But she had known him for years now.. they had been hooking up for months now.. maybe that helped her guilty conscience. What did not help her guilty conscience was the cum still sitting in her underwear.

Y/N felt like she changed a thousand times.

She finally picked out a dress that was flattering for the fair. The State Fair was usually filled with rides and games, and the food was the best part. A bunch of Southerners getting together cooking food and fair foods- it was honestly heaven.

Y/N had fond memories of visiting the fair with her friends and family when she was younger. However, this time was different. She was going on a date and knew people in her small, quiet town would talk about her. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious and anxious about the attention they would receive. Y/N hoped she could speak to her parents before the gossip got to her mother and created unnecessary drama.

Despite the potential consequences of their actions, the pair appeared unfazed and unconcerned about the possibility of being caught and facing judgment.

Y/N's ears perked up as she heard the familiar sound of Joel's truck approaching from outside. She grabbed her small purse and headed out to the driveway, where she saw that his car was now fully painted and looking as good as new. It had only been a couple of days since he had asked her out, and already he had taken the time to get his vehicle fixed up for their date. Joel quickly jumped out of the truck when he parked, rushing over to open the door for her like a true gentleman.

As Joel helped Y/N into his two-seated truck for their date, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been a while since he had been on a date, and he wanted everything to go smoothly. Y/N giggled at his nervousness, finding it endearing that he was the one feeling anxious.

“You’ve never been this nervous around me,” Y/N giggled, Joel blushing at her comment, shrugging, “It's been a while since I dated, sweetheart. I don't wanna fuck this up.” His hand rested on her thigh, giving her a sympathetic smile. “I know been distant this past week; congrats on graduation, by the way, darlin’.” Y/N smiled, placing a hand where he rested.

“I want things to work out with you, sweetheart; I have just been nervous with my past relationships and the loss of Sarah,” Joel started to trail off; Y/N had heard it before she knew Joel's story. She wasn't going to make him have to say anything else. “Joel, I understand. I think it's cute you tryin’ to be slow.” Joel chuckled at her comment.

But as they drove to their destination, Y/N's curiosity got the best of her. She wondered how Joel felt about introducing him to her parents as a dating couple. After all, he was younger than her parents, but only by a few years. Would her parents approve of their relationship? Y/N couldn't help but wonder.

Y/N's lips curled with a hint of nervousness as she spoke, "You're not worried at all ‘bout my parents?" Her parents had always been rather strict, with her father being more strict than her mother. Y/N and her mother had a few secrets from her father, especially the time her mother caught her smoking with a boy down in the fields.

And the time drinking with Becca down at the school.

And the time she got caught with a boy home.

And the time.. Y/N might have gone through a phase of rebellion, where she engaged in activities that were perhaps not in line with her usual behavior.

However, she was fortunate enough that her mother was the one to catch her during the times she was caught.

Also fortunate her mother never caught her with Joel- that might have made her have a heart attack. Seeing Joel fucking her. There were many times she and Joel could have gotten caught, the time he snuck into her window and ate her pussy out with her parents just down stairs.

There was also a time back at Joel's house she slept over, and her father came looking for her; she never ran so fast across the fields back home. But in a way, it was fun; the adrenaline was exciting. Y/N, however, knew the truth of their relationship was about to surface.

Y/N seemed fully aware of how this town worked and knew that people would start talking about her and Joel, whom she was perhaps involved with. As her parents returned home on Sunday and prepared to return to work on Monday, they were sure to hear about the rumors and gossip surrounding their daughter.

Y/N just hoped it all could work out for now. She just was happy to be going on a date with Joel Miller.

Joel turned to Y/N with a look of concern etched on his face, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "I think it might be best to focus on the present moment, honey," he sounded in a gentle voice, his hand reassuringly resting on her thigh giving it a gentle squeeze as he continued to drive. "We can talk to them when they come back. I wouldn't make you do it by yourself." He added, his finger gently massaging her thigh to provide solace. The atmosphere inside the truck was serene and calm, save for the soft, soothing tunes of 80s country music playing in the background. The music seemed to fill the air, creating a peaceful ambiance as they drove down the road.

Y/N felt a sort of comfort, she felt safe. She always did with Joel.

Y/N was feeling anxious and nervously fidgeting with the ends of her nails. She whispered, "They are gonna freak out, aren't they?" Joel noticed her anxiety and placed his hand on top of hers, stopping her from playing with her nails and squeezing them tightly to reassure her. He leaned in and whispered, "I told you not to worry, baby." His voice was soothing and comforting to her. He then took one of her hands into his and gently kissed her knuckles, trying to alleviate her worries.

“Now sweetheart, what's your favorite fair food?”

"And we have a winner!”

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement as Joel aimed and popped the final balloon, winning her the grand prize. It was a massive stuffed bear, and Y/N had never been so thrilled for a teddy bear before. "Thank you so much, Joel," Y/N exclaimed with a beaming smile, as they walked through the bustling crowd of the fair.

The sun had finally set, and the day's oppressive heat had given way to a refreshing coolness. Joel had them an old-fashioned bottle of cherry cola. The fair always shared them. Many people even collected the bottles. Both passed it forth, sharing it as they made their way through the colorful carnival booths and rides; Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for this unforgettable moment.

“It's so much sweeter in the bottle,” Y/N sipped the fizzed cold drink, handing the glass bottle to Joel, the bear still in her other hand. “Not as sweet as you, darlin’.” Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at him.

Joel had gone out of his way to make the day memorable for his Y/N. He had purchased tickets for a few rides, treated her to a delicious funnel cake, and now had her engaged in some fun games. As she basked in the moment, Joel tenderly kissed her and held her face in his hands. "I'll do anything to make you happy, my love," he whispered. "Would you like to ride the Ferris wheel before we leave?"

Y/N and Joel stood in line for the Ferris wheel, her arm holding a bear and her other arm locked with Joel's. She said, "As long as you promise to kiss me at the top," with a happy expression. They had been at the fair for a while, and Y/N had noticed a few eyes on them. Some stares were curious, but the ones that struck Y/N the most were the disgusting stares. She felt a sting of discomfort when she saw people whispering about them. However, Joel seemed oblivious to all this, keeping his eyes on his woman, not noticing anyone else around them.

Y/N couldn't help it, though. She knew that others might judge her for what she was about to do. Joel, who was standing beside her, would probably tell her that those people were just jealous. After all, jealousy was usually the answer to such situations. The line moved quickly, and soon, they were both seated in a cart with Joel's hands wrapped around her waist. As the wheel moved slowly, they were lifted to the top, anticipation building up. Finally, the wheel stopped, leaving them to enjoy the breathtaking view from the top.

The lights were an awe to her, so many colored lights. The night sky was filled with stars; the air was just right not to be cold. Y/N felt like nothing could make this more perfect. Joel just let the younger woman be in awe for a moment, being in awe himself.

The way the dress was hugging her waist, the way her smile was lighting up her whole face. She was beautiful in every way. Joel placed his fingers on her chin to turn him towards his direction, placing a kiss on her lips. She still tasted the cherry from the coke on her lips mixed with even the cherry lipstick she had on. Their lips moved in sync, both hands cupping her cheeks, squeezing them tightly. The wheel started moving again, startling her a little, grabbing onto Jeol, who laughed at her. “It ain't funny.” Y/N slapped his chest playfully.

“Don't worry, I'll keep my girl safe.”

Joel got Y/N out of the pickup truck once pulling into his home. His house was always so cozy and calming when Y/N was over. The floor creaked when his boots hit the wooden floor; taking off his flannel and hanging it by the door.

"You need anythin' to drink, baby?" Joel asked her, his eyes scanning over her. She looked so cute in that dress; she always looked good no matter what she was in. "Beer would be fine," Y/N suggested, following him to his kitchen. His kitchen was bare. She noticed a few photos on his fridge of him and a little girl. She'd never been in his kitchen before, yet she had not seen many pictures of Sarah, only older ones. Y/N smiled, glancing over the photos, handing her a beer and having one for himself.

"I have some smoke if you want to head to the back porch with me?" Joel suggested, pulling out a silver box underneath his drawer. Y/N gave him a smug smirk, sipping her fizzed beer. "Lead the way, Miller." Y/N watched his lips curl, gesturing him to follow out back.

Popping his screen door open, crickets filled her ears. The night was getting later; the air was still warm and cozy outside. Joel recently fixed the porch swing, offering her a seat. Joel had a blunt in his hand, lighting the end of the blunt, pulling the first hit. The sizzling sound of the blunt filled their ears, and Joel puffed out smoke, handing it over to Y/N. "You smoked 'fore, doll?" The older male wondered, watching her bring the blunt to her lips.

"Few times, mostly out of bongs in college." Y/N coughed, passing it by to Joel, "Can't believe an old man like you smokes." Joel laughed, letting out a puff of smoke, keeping the blunt in rotation. "What makes you wanna be with an old man like me, huh?" Joel wondered, holding in the smoke for a moment.

"All boys at my college wanted one thing; some were nice. But.." Y/N paused momentarily, taking a hit and letting out a dry cough. Joel chuckled at her momentarily, listening to her, waiting for her response. "I like you, Joel. You're different; you treat me better than anyone I'd ever been with." Joel loved that; he wanted her to treat her like a queen.

Both finished the blunt, and Joel ashed it out, leaving the 'roach' in the smoking tray. "Do you wanna go shower now, sweetheart?" Joel held his hand out, hips lips curled in a smirk. "I know what your showers consist of, Miller." Y/N pointed her finger at him playfully, taking his hand. "And you love a good Joel Miller pamper shower." He winked at her playfully, grabbing her sides and picking her up, which made her sequel. Joel's hands trailed up her dress, tightening her thighs.

Joel took Y/N upstairs to shower, getting it started. It took a minute to get warm. He turned to the younger woman, watching her remove her dress; she did not have a bra on, which made his breath drawl in, watching the dress fall to the ground. Her panties fit her like a glove, which made him want her more. The color fits her so well. His hands touched her bare sides, his eyes closed, breathing in her scent.

His touch sent chills down her spine, laying her head on his bare chest. "The water should be a warm doll." Joel let Y/N in the shower first; through the glass, she could see Joel's figure remove his jeans. Her head underneath the water, she kept her eyes on him, watching his every move. She could hear his belt hit the floor, her eyes closed, letting her head hit the water behind her.

The shower door was pulled open; she could feel Joel's presence enter, wrapping his arms around her and placing small kisses on her neck. Y/N felt like she was in her safe zone; the water and Joel's touch were relaxing. She quickly turned around on her feet, pulling him close to her lips. The kiss was hungry, and she ached for him. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, that made him growl.

Joel had her against the wall, one leg held up; she could feel his hardened cock against her. His lips kept moving with his; she was entirely making out with Joel against the cold shower wall. “God, you're so fuckin’ hot, babe, ain't ya?” Joel moaned into their kiss, his tongue moving with hers, “Moan for daddy, baby.”

Y/N had her neck fully access to him placing rougher kisses down her neck. He growled in her ear turning over having her against the wall her back arching. With a whimper, she felt Joel grab a hold of her hips to pull them where he needed them before she felt the warmth of him moving in behind her. Joel grabbed her hips in his and led her back toward him. When she rubbed up against the solidness of his flesh, moaning out. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the way that Joel teased her.

The way he traced the tip of his hard cock through her folds made her want everything all the more. It made her ache and want him more than he could ever imagine. When the tip pushed at her entrance, she bit onto her bottom lip whimpering out, her head rested on the shower wall.

Joel’s had his hand wrapped in her wet hair. With ease, he thrust into her filling her completely that made her gasp. The pleased sound he made showed her that was loving this.

“Your dad would be throwing a fit right now seeing his little girl like this” Joel growled against the back of her ear making her jaw clench. The warmth of his breath drew chills down her spine and she tried to keep it together.

“Can we not talk about my dad while you’re balls deep inside of me?” she begged, panting clearly out of breath. Whichmade Joel laugh out, his thrust making her ass jiggle. The water was starting to get cold not even bothering the two.

An occasional heavy breath or moan escaped the both of them while he took his time with her. Joel’s palm slid from her hips so he could caress at her cilt. She threw her head back moaning out, the water still trailing down their skin getting colder by the minute.

With Joel’s kissing over the side of her neck, she knew that everything inside of her wanted to cry out. She was a whimpering and moaning hog mess. Even with him, he was grunting and moaning against the side of her neck. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too, just hold tight baby,” Joel commanded, she heard his deep winces filling the air and she rocked her hips against his thrusts making a wet smacking sound fill the shower. Falling forward, she could feel her body shaking against his and Joel quickened the thrusts his dick made inside of her chasing that orgasm himself.

“Stay the night, baby,” Joel kissed her shoulders riding out the orgasm. He had the shower turned off wrapping a towel around her body before wraoping one around his waist. Joel even carried Y/N to the bed placing her down in his room, giving his a kiss on the cheek.

“You're the sweetest, Joel.” Y/N told him giving him a warm smile. His eyebrows rose, teasing the younger woman. “Sweet like cherry cola?” Y/N snorted at his comment relating to earlier that night.

“Sweeter baby.”

[that-struggling-writer-lh]

I keep throwing out my WIPs and overthinking so I’m just posting this no editing! Enjoy Neighborhood Heart-throb!

WARNINGS : smut minors DNI. 18+ content only, soft smut, soft Joel. slight age gap. Early-mid thirties Joel, mid-late twenties reader. But not specified. No/Pre-Outbreak.

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It started with stolen glances from across the expanse of our backyards. I’d catch him watching while I gardened - he’d weed whack the same spot just a little too long. Then at barbecues, we’d steal glances. But instead of looking away, we’d hold each other’s gaze for just a moment too long. Sometimes his lips would part like he wanted to say something, but he never did.

Joel was the neighborhood grump. Although he was always busy with his construction business, and helping his elderly neighbors to the left of him, his eyebrows were always furrowed, and his replies to comments, questions, and Good morning, Joel!’s were always short, to the point. He rarely let anyone in. His only visitors his brother, his ex for the exchange of their young daughter, and the occasional set of friends for Sunday football.

But something about him drew me in enough that I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him either, while he lounged outside with a newspaper in hand, while he did lawn work with no shirt on, while he shouted at Sarah and her friends for being too wild, too loud, mind the neighbors. Joel was well-intending, but definitely not the open book type. In the year since I’d bought the house neighboring his, I’d only actually spoken to him a handful of times. I think he preferred it that way.

The invitation came without a stamp, likely delivered on foot to my box directly, for a street party at Ray and Liz’s at the end of the cul-de-sac. The day I was told that the little empty turn-around became filled with tables of food, lights, fireworks, dishes from nearly every house on the street. Music would play well into the early hours of the morning, and on Sunday everyone would be so tired from the festivities the night prior that not even the sound of a lawnmower could be heard. It was my first invitation, and I was excited.

I spotted Joel grabbing his newspaper the same time I cradled the yellow envelope in my hand. “Hey, Joel!” I called to him from across the shrubs that divided our lawns, my smile bright, despite it being only seven in the morning.

“Mornin’.” he acknowledged with a polite nod as he bent to grab the rolled local paper.

“I got the invitation to Ray and Lizzie’s party. Will you be going?”

He sucked in a breath, running a hand through his hair as he opened his own mail box and pulled an identical envelope from the black box, “Was thinking of it, why?”

Joel was only in his early thirties with a pre-teen daughter. It did complicate his schedule a bit sometimes, he’d confided in me once from over the hedge line . But other than the grouchy shouting at her and her friends for running around the neighborhood and the silence while Sarah droned about all things pink, glittery, and middle-school drama - his smirk and nodding of encouragement was all she needed. He’d never miss a game, choir concert or school play. Wouldn’t dream of it.

“Well.” I started my reply, “Sure would be nice to see a more familiar face.” I stared at my bare feet on the worn wooden porch. Maybe I could hire Joel to paint it for me. I’d been meaning to ask him.

“You’re going?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t miss it. I moved in a little too late last year to get the notice. Didn’t want to intrude on the fun.”

He nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Okay?” I asked, watching him yank the rubber band off of the newspaper and I listened to the rustle of pages as he looked at the headlines.

“Okay like… Okay I’ll be there.”

Saturday evening came around and I’d spent the entirety of the morning baking and decorating cupcakes, sporting a dainty knee length blue dress with off-shoulder sleeves and simple flats. Spending extra time curling my hair and after I deemed my makeup good enough, I made my way down the street, trays of cupcakes in hand. “Can I help you with that?” I clocked Joel’s voice behind me, and I turned to see him in a similar color button up, with khaki pants and a belt.

“We’re matchers.” I acknowledged without answering his question, beaming up at him.

He looked me up and down, before eyeing his own attire, “I guess we are.”

“No Sarah?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“No. Her mother is dragging her to a cousin’s wedding this weekend.”

I offered a tray to him and he accepted it without his eyes so much as leaving mine, “Shame. I know she’d love these. I’ll have to bake a batch just for you guys soon.”

He smirked, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth, “She’d love that. She likes you, you know.”

“Sarah?” I asked, slowing my pace as we made it closer to the end of the street.

“Yeah. Says you’re real nice. That you have pretty dresses or whatever. Always smiling in your little garden.”

I smirked at the pavement, “Sarah, or you? You’ve not been very secretive in your sneaky glances over the shrubs lately, Mr. Miller.” I half-heartedly joked, but still felt a blush creep up all the same.

He halted his movements for a minute and I did the same, looking up into his soft brown eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I see you, watching me in my garden is all.” I resumed my leisurely pace, flipping my hair behind my shoulder and walking a little faster so he had to increase his pace to keep up.

“You think you’re the only one noticing things?” I could hear the smirk in his voice, but didn’t look back at him as the music switched on and faces already at the party were growing clearer.

“Can’t hear you.” I giggled and approached the dessert table, putting my tray of cupcakes down before greeting the rest of my neighbors.

It was a few hours before I locked eyes with Joel again, a few glasses of wine in while gossipping with the middle aged women in the neighborhood. Joel wasn’t far away - beer in his hand, eyes trained on my face. I watched as he took a long drink from the bottle, his eyes never leaving mine, watched the veins in his neck pop as he tilted his head back to finish the rest, watched as he swallowed carefully, and shifted his weight to his other foot, hand in pocket.

I shamelessly eyed him back and lost all focus on the conversation at hand.

“What is that girl starin’ at?” Liz asked the others around us.

“The Miller boy.” Rita, another neighbor giggled her response, “Looks like some kinda starin’ contest.”

“They both just need to give it up already and quit this little cat and mouse game.” I could hardly hear Liz respond to Rita’s girlish giggles.

I downed the rest of my third glass of wine before excusing myself and moving to the snack table, grabbing a few crackers and pieces of cheese, an excuse to move closer to Joel. An excuse to look elsewhere.

He looked… pretty in the soft orange glow of the fairy lights that donned each canopy, the only covering in the clearing at the end of our shared street. As if on queue he was next to me in just a few moments, grabbing a few pieces from different trays. “Hello.” he said by way of greeting.

“Hello.” I said in the same tone as him, but it was an effort to keep my expression neutral.

“You should think about taking a picture.” he shrugged. I could tell his drinking had made him loosen up, he donned a goofy grin.

“Says you.” I smirked at him while chewing a grape.

He stood back, popping a strawberry into his mouth and made a fake camera with his hands, clicking with his tongue. “Picture perfect. Gonna be a real pretty one, got a feeling.”

I laughed at his silly display, “How much have you had to drink tonight, Joel?”

“Still standing straight, aren’t I?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “I suppose.”

“Drink enough wine?” He mimicked my stance, but shifted his weight again, his hip leaning against a table.

“Not nearly enough to stand your ugly mug, Miller.” I teased, elbowing his side before going into the tray for a little cube of watermelon.

“Ouch.” he feigned hurt, hand over his heart.

“You do look nice, all cleaned up like this. ALmost forget you’re human sometimes, always covered in dirt and dust.”

“It’s called hard work, sweetheart. Should try it sometime.”

“Put me on a site.” I egged him on, an eyebrow poised upward, challenging him.

“Nah.” he shook his head, voice dropping quietly, as if there were prying ears listening in. “The guys wouldn’t get any work done with a knockout like you on site. What would you wear? One of those frilly pink dresses?”

“You like my frilly pink dresses.” I dropped my tone to match his, and I noted the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed with a harsh swallow.

“Love ‘em.”

My eyes widened at his admission, “You do?”

He nodded, daring a step closer, seemingly not caring about the dozens of people left idling around under the fairy lights. As far as I was concerned, it was just him and me, “Drives me crazy.” he loosed a breath.

“You’re drunk.” I stated, trying to wave off his boldness.

“No.” he shook his head slowly.

“No?” I looked up at him with doe eyes.

“No.” he confirmed with another shake of his head.

I chewed my lower lip, ditching my wine glass on the edge of the dessert table, “Are you gonna ask if you can walk me home tonight?” I asked him finally, letting myself exhale to relax my galloping heart.

“Can I walk you home tonight?” he smirked, reaching a hand out for me.

“Why, yes, yes you can.” I slipped my fingers tentatively into the slots between his.

Joel shook his head slowly, “You’re something else, you know that?”

He kept his hand in mine as we tried to discreetly maneuver through the remaining partygoers, successfully making our way into the dark street, cutting through lawn after lawn until we were in front of my door.

We stood directly in front of each other, studying each other’s body language, eyes, his hand not having left mine. He was all rough edges, calloused hands from years of manual labor. In comparison, my hand was dwarfed by his.

“Meant it.” he nodded after a few moments of silence.

“What?”

“When I said you’re a real knockout. You are. That dress tonight. I-. You nearly blew me off my feet. Gorgeous. Not just today, though.”

I felt a deep blush creep from my neck to my cheeks, staining my skin. “You too. Not gorgeous, but. Manly gorgeous. Handsome.” I stuttered over my words, fully not expecting Joel Miller to be blatantly flirting with me at a party, to walk me home, to call me gorgeous.

He didn’t say anything for several moments, but started to lean down, his hand letting mine go and slipping to the small of my back.

I met him halfway, standing on my tippy toes to meet him.

His lips were soft, unhurried. His other hand reached up to cup my cheek, I leaned into the warmth of his hand and took a shallow breath in when we parted.

His eyes were the softest I’d ever seen them, only opened enough to take me in once more. He leaned in again hesitantly, as if asking permission, and I nodded, giving into his silent ask, reaching my arms around the back of his neck, running a hand through those soft curls of his. He deepened the kiss, the hand on my back grabbing hold of the fabric of my dress, and a low, simmering heat began to spread through my stomach.

“You… want to come in?” I asked quietly when we parted again. My heart was still hammering in my chest. I didn’t want him to walk across the greenery and disappear for the night. I wanted his hair in my hands, his lips on mine, my cheek, my neck. Me.

I wanted his hands, all soft, and rough, and warm on me.

I wanted him on me.

Joel just nodded fervently, “Please.”

I led him through the dark entryway, through the living room, down the little hallway to my bedroom.

We wasted no time getting acquainted with each other, both of our breaths began getting heavier as our tongues found each other, as he backed me up and my fingers undid each button of his shirt and the fabric slipped from his shoulders and onto the floor, until he backed me up and the skirts of my dress were hiked up over my hips, until I was backed up with nowhere to go but down. My calves bumping the soft edge of my mattress. He lifted the frilly blue fabric, the tulle and silk and cotton bunching in his hands until they hit the floor. Delight is the only word to describe what danced across his face at me not wearing a bra, with a tiny, lacy piece separating my sex from the open air of the room.

His belt was next. Falling to the floor with a soft metallic thunk.

His hands traced up my ribs, but his eyes remained fixed on mine, “We don’t have to do this.” he whispered, his lips finding a home just underneath my ear.

“I want to.” I responded, hooking my index fingers into the belt loops of his pants, “I’ve thought about doing this. In every way, in every form. I’ve thought about you, Joel.” I whimpered as his teeth softly sunk into my pulsepoint and pulled him flush against me.

He guided me down into the softness of my mattress, climbing over me as I spread for him. He ground down into the mattress as he kissed me slowly, letting his hands roam, his mouth descending from my lips, to my neck, collar, “I’ve wanted to hear you say that since you moved in next door.” he huffed, “I’ve played this over in my head a million times.”

He attached to my breast, sucking in the stiffened peaks of my nipples, toying with his teeth, groaning against my flesh as he gripped the soft flesh.

I tensed my jaw, letting myself get drunk on him. The sweet, woody smell of his cologne, the feeling of his curls in my hands, the feeling of his teeth. “Joel.” I moaned his name as his fingertips delicately trailed up and down my inner thighs, each pass reaching closer and closer to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex.

He groaned as he swapped to the other side of my chest, his touch feather light, teasing, taunting. Leaving me craving, wanting.

He didn’t remove my underwear as he trailed kisses down the center of my body. Past my ribs, past my navel, over my hip bones and thighs. Just slipped the delicate fabric aside, exposing me fully to him, his eyes sparkling with the only illumination seeping in from the street lamp outside. His jaw slackened as he examined me, spreading me delicately as if I may shatter under the rough expanse of his fingers. “Fuck.” he gritted, “You are soaking wet, aren’t you, Sweetheart?”

I nodded in response, cupping my breasts in my hands as I undulated my hips upward once in a silent plea, “Just for you.”

He ran his index finger up the length of my folds, collecting the slick that had gathered, just before he pressed his thumb against that bundle of nerves and pushed his thick digit into my wanting sex.

I arched into that touch, and he took his spare arm and rested it over my stomach as he inserted his middle finger, stretching me around him, working up from a slow, nervous rocking to a steady, full beat as he filled me to the base of his knuckles.

I moaned for him as his fingers curled upward, his eyes darkened with want as much as mine must have been. I couldn’t focus on anything except for how beautiful he looked below me. Could hardly make out his movements until the heat of his mouth replaced his thumb and he began sucking, slurping, and licking while he continued to pump fingers in and out at a punishing pace. The edge of my pleasure coming closer and closer.

I didn’t expect to fall apart so fast, but Joel proved to be an expert at his craft. In mere moments I was fighting against the grip of his arm over me, grinding into his mouth as my cunt squeezed his fingers, he detached, fucking me through my high patiently; “Such a good girl for me, keep going, pretty baby. Let go for me, that’s it. That’s it.” He encouraged, and paused his movements when my clenching subsided.

He pressed a hungry kiss to my mouth, shedding his pants, freeing his impressive member. I gaped in shock at the size of him and he lined himself up, “I just need to feel you.”

I pulled his face to mine, a kiss full of passion and want. I wrapped my legs around him as he lined himself up, rocking into me until his tip notched inside. “So fucking pretty. You’re so perfect like this.” He panted as he slowly rocked in and out until he was buried to the hilt.

“You fill me up so fucking good.” I moaned through gritted teeth, his movements stalled as we adjusted to the feel of each other.

“You’re so tight, Sweetheart.” He cooed, pressing a hand delicately to my throat, testing me with slight pressure.

I inclined my chin to give him more room to press, and he let out a quiet whimper as his movements picked up. Filling me again and again.

I didn’t have long until I was moaning his name again, eyes rolling back as my teeth sank into his shoulder. Sure to leave a mark for several days, he grunted as he picked up to a punishing pace. “So fucking tight.”

He murmured encouragement and sweet nothings into my ear, sending me over that edge of pleasure for a second time, our lips mashing together as he moaned into my mouth, “you’re fucking squeezing me I can’t last much longer.” he panted against my lips between his rutting and kisses.

“Cum for me. I want you, I want all of you.” I met his thrusts with each pound of his hips and he moaned my name once more before drilling in so deeply I saw the very stars that made up the skies above the house.

He pulsed with each shot of relief, filling me with him. All I saw, all I felt, all I tasted and needed was him. Him. Him.

We lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, he was happy to rest his head on my chest while I played with his curls. We were silent aside from the calming of our breathing, heartbeats, and thoughts.

Quiet until he chuckled, “Why did that take us so long to do?”

I shrugged, giggling into the silent room, “I don’t ever want to stop.”

[joelsfavoritegirl]

i’m on summer vacay rn and i’m thinking about

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel takes you shopping for new swimsuits/bikinis, grumbling about how you need to hurry up because he can only spend so much time around annoying shoppers

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel shuts up the moment you pull him into the changing room, his eyes drinking in your sexy figure adorned with a small, brightly-colored two-piece

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel literally eye fucks you, running a hand over his face, forgetting that he can’t fuck you in that shitty little changing room (but he’d very much like to)

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel mutters something about it looking nice, feeling his shorts strain slightly against his cock

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel heads straight for the shower when he gets home (because he made up some shitty excuse to you about how he wanted to sort out a few things before he started packing)

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel fists himself as he leans against the shower wall, imagining your ass and tits and curves in that cursed small bikini you just bought

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel can’t keep his eyes off of you when you finally get to the coast as you lie on one of those shitty beach chairs, your curves sexy, your skin glowing

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel whispers in your ear how much he wants to bend you over and fuck you good right then and there, his texas drawl making your thighs clench and your breath hitch

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel pushes your bikini to the side and fingers you in the small kitchen of your rented house because he couldn’t take watching you bend over to get your towel, water dripping down your legs and tits

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel praises you as you clench around his digits, telling you how pretty you looked and how hard it is for him to keep to himself

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel grabs his beer after you cum, swiping it across your slit and letting your release drip into the bottle

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel drinks that very same beer outside as you talk about random things with Tommy, Maria, and Ellie

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel smirks at you slyly, his tongue circling the lid of the bottle

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel whispers in your ear about how sweet you taste when he finishes his beer

“sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted” he drawls “you gonna let me taste you again sweetheart?”

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel fucks you rough in the pool when it’s only the two of you in the house, gripping the edge as he drills his cock into you, water sloshing around you

⋗ how summer vacay!Joel kisses you after, panting after your highs wash over you, grumbling and cursing that little bikini (which is floating somewhere in the pool)

⋗ you who wears that small bikini every moment you can, totally not accentuating your ass when you bend over or your tits and curves when you lie in the sun

⋗ and you who drives Joel absolutely nuts, your ego boosting every time you get him to crack and fuck you senseless just the way you like 😘

[josephquinnswhore]

AnywYs it’s 3am here and I just got done writing my first Joel Miller x Reader Smut fic. My first time ever writing smut so y’all be nice PLEASE. Will upload in the morning after I’ve proof read 😩

[whichwitchwanda]

Not me INSTANTLY thinking of the Miller Contracting shirt 🤭🤭 @jrrmint @whorror-s

[lynnythepynny]

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."

[cherryheartssblog]

THE BOOGEYMAN

Summary: Y/N is a junior in college looking for some extra money while she is home during her breaks from school. Y/N's mother recommends their new and single father of two next door neighbor Joel Miller to look into babysitting for. Halloween Night, Y/N is babysitting the girls once again, hoping her dreams about the older man may come true.

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of sex, age gap (reader is early 20s and Joel is in his 40s), Joel! father!, daddy kink, girly! reader, cursing, dirty talk, mentions of different kinks, ellie and sarah! younger (seven and eight year olds), mentions of masturbation, babysitter! reader x joel miller, single father Joel!, pre-apocalyptic joel!, and sexual tension.

A/N:This is my first Joel ever, I wanted to make it kind of short most of my kinktober ones will be ! At the end of this, I will have a vote to which one I should inspire for a upcoming series!!

DAY THREE OF KINKTOBER

"Thanks again darlin' for watching the girls on Halloween night," Joel thanked the younger woman standing in front of him, he tossed the thicker flannel for the cooler weather outside. Joel had to take a night shift at work for a couple of hours to fill in some hours, Y/N was quick to help once he saw his caller ID a couple of hours ago.

Ellie and Sarah were his two pride and joys. Joel Miller moved in with his two daughters at the beginning of the summer. Y/N watched the older male moving in, the two girls running around playfully. The crisp summer air still had him in tighter jeans, but a tighter plain shirt. Y/N was instantly drawn into him even far away from her window. She needed extra money that summer especially after her cheer practices, so Y/N got to become his babysitter before that summer ended.

Joel loved how she was with his girls, even though she was quite younger than him she was mature for her age. Joel remembered answering the knock that early summer morning, she smiled in her shorter black skirt. Her top was shorter but did cover her stomach. Her legs were long and tan, they looked so smooth. Ever since his wife left, he had not had another woman touch him. He was craving a touch, it was a itch he would get.

Joel did not even have to think twice about her offer to babysit the kids when needed, he was struggling at his job with two children, especially during summer. The girls fell in love with her instantly, always doing makeovers and fashion shows. Joel never really understood the girl stuff, he was glad the girls had someone to look up to. Towards the end of summer, Y/N was heading back to college, Joel remembered watching her night from that room. He did not know if she ever meant to leave her curtains open, but he always hated to watch her. He felt so stalkerish, especially when she was changing. Joel always got to see the curves her body had, her bare thighs, always hiding like she knew she was being watched.

Joel can not tell how many times he had to take care of himself, keeping his eyes on her; dreaming about the younger woman. He wanted to please her and give in to her every need, he knew that Y/N deserved it. Joel wanted to ride those skirts she wore, eat that pussy out like it was his favorite meal.

Y/N zoned back in watching, the older male slip his work boots on resting beside the door. His southern accent still rang through her ears like music. She played with the ends of her white skirt nervously, watching Joel closely. "You're welcome, I did not have plans anyway," Y/N responded, most of her friends partying back at the college. She did not care, she wanted to be around Joel even if he was not going to fuck her. Joel barely was going to see her this entire time, she saw the girls more. Sometimes they would have a drink or two before walking her back to her door at night across the street. Sharing conversations she never shared with anyone before, Y/N felt like she could trust him.

The girls ran through the house playfully both dressed up in their Halloween costumes. "They are really excited about you taking them trick-or-treating." Joel laughed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. Now closer to the woman, who kept her eyes upon him. His eyes could not help but wander to her revealing blouse complimenting her perky tits. Joel cleared his throat, shaking his head calling the two girls names. Ellie and Sarah came pattering with their small feet giving their dad a hug. "You listen to Y/N now, get in bed you two at 9 PM." Joel kissed the two girls' foreheads, giving them both a tight squeeze. Y/N smiled at the family in front of her, Joel was such a good father to the girls.

Y/N did not know too much about his late wife, just knew that she left when the girls were a little younger. Joel gave them a good life though, the girls absolutely adored their father. "We will Daddy, we will even share candy with Ms. Y/N." Ellie giggled along with her younger sister. Joel and Y/N shared a look, standing up tall on his feet. "Go get your bags girls we will head out soon." Y/N sweetly commanded the two girls, patting their backs and watching them take of stairs to their room.

"They love you, y'know." Joel smiled, watching his two girls run up to the room they shared, "I-uh-I am glad you are a part of their-our lives." Y/N could feel her face heat up, looking down at the floor trying to cover her face. "Me too, Joel." Y/N looked back up at the man, his eyes slowly moved to her plump lips. She shot him a nervous smile hearing the girl's small voice grow, coming down the stairs. "I better head to work, I should be home by 11," Joel turned his back, grabbing his things besides the door he needed, "Call me if you need anything Y/N."

"Love you girls!"

"Love you daddy!"

Y/N gave him a shy wave watching him close the door, hearing him lock it behind him. Even though they were going right behind him out to trick-or-treat, he wanted to make sure his girls were safe.

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"I don't think I have ever had this much candy in my life!" Sarah squealed, the girls running back up the stairs of their house. Y/N smiled at the young girls running quickly to the kitchen, dumping their bags of candy. "Remember we have to share with Ms. Y/N." Ellie started sorting through all their candy. Y/N locked the door behind them, she was quite exhausted after the couple hours they had been walking the neighborhood streets. Y/N glanced at her watch, seeing the time was about 8:30. She knew Joel wanted the girls in bed by 9.

"All right girls, let's clean up and get you in your pjs for bed." Y/N started to help them clean up the candy, hearing the girls start to whine. "But Ms. Y/N you need to pick out some candy!" Sarah cried out, and Y/N giggled at the girl's pouts. "Fine leave me some sour candies and one chocolate bar," Y/N gave in, "I'll turn Disney on even while you guys try and sleep." The girls seemed happier feeling their bags up, leaving their favorite babysitter goodies of her own.

Y/N helped the girls wash up, getting their teeth brushed and tucked in their bunk beds. Y/N got their TV turned on with one of her favorite childhood Halloween movies, Halloweentown. "I will be downstairs girls." Y/N reassured them, "Save your tummies for the candy tomorrow." Y/N got the lights turned off, about to shut the bedroom door behind her.

"Good night Ms. Y/N, we love you." Y/N froze in her spot hearing Ellie's small voice say, as Sarah agreed right behind her. "I-I love you girls too, sleep tight." She winked, clicking the door shut and heading downstairs. Y/N cared for the two girls very much and spent a lot of time with them ever since the summer. She did love the girls but she did not know how to feel about the whole situation.

Y/N breathed out, falling down on the couch. Her hands fell to the remote wanting to watch some Halloween movies and have her own time. Joel said she was always welcome to anything in his kitchen even his hidden stash of beer. Popping herself a bag of popcorn, and popping herself open a beer she picked herself John Carpenter’s Halloween. Y/N's attention stayed on her movie, letting herself relax with a cozy blanket in the dark-lit living room.

The movie was getting where the younger teens were babysitting taking a commercial break. Y/N was half way through her beer basically all the popcorn was gone, so she decided to check on the girls. Her feet crept up slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. Their bedroom door creaked as her eyes landed on the sleeping girls in their beds. Y/N's heart warmed up, seeing their shorter movie about to be over. The younger woman left the quiet TV on, slowly closing the door back and letting the girls rest. Y/N headed back down the stairs hearing the movie back on, grabbing the CRUNCH chocolate bar the girls left her.

Her attention goes back to the movie, the movie getting deeper into the creepier scenes. Y/N slowly took small bites of her bar, her mind not even on the time it was. The younger woman slightly jumped hearing a thud behind her. She looked over her shoulder, not seeing any of the girls. She thought maybe the girls were trying to scare her, Y/N could not help but have a fear grow in her. Y/N brought the thick blanket close to her, trying to keep focus on the movie, but she was feeling very anxious.

Y/N did not even notice even with the anxious feeling of herself falling asleep, feeling hands touch her she jumped up almost letting out a scream before seeing Joel. The movie credits were playing, his hands still resting on her covered thigh. "Y/N, darlin'." Y/N's eyes started to focus back, and his thick southern accent drew out, "You okay?" His face furrowed with concern, she looked around seeing she made a little of a mess; maybe making herself too much at home.

"Yeah-Joel-I am sorry it's such a mess," She quickly got up trying to grab everything to clean up, Joel grabbed her stopping her from holding the trash. "It's okay Y/N, here let me help." Y/N did not argue back, she was still half asleep. The two headed to the kitchen, to get everything cleaned up.

"I did not mean to scare you doll, I figured you girls be tired." Joel laughed, washing the popcorn bowl she had, Y/N laughed knowing she did it to herself watching that movie. "It's okay, I was watching a scary movie anyway." Y/N playfully commented, Joel pivoting his head over to her. His arms crossed over, leaning on the counter behind him. His flannel rolled up, showing his arms. Man, how could arms be this attractive?

Y/N tried to keep herself from biting her lip, keeping her eyes locked on the older male feet away from her. "What Halloween?" Joel heard the music from the credits, "Did you think the boogeyman was going to get you?" Y/N's eyebrow raised, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "Y'know there no such thing as the boogeyman." Y/N giggled, stepping closer to the man. His eyes followed her every move, eyeing her body up and down like s starved man. "You know what happened to the kids that say that in those movies right?" Joel joked, Y/N 's lips twisted trying to hold her smile back at the man's jokes.

"What else do you have to do Mr. Miller to survive a horror movie?" Y/N wondered out loud playfully, Joel loved the way she said his name. He could not help but wonder how much daddy would sound better rolling off her tongue.

"Don't have sex." He bluntly said, her face falling at his comment. There was a tension that started to grow in the air, nerves growing in the pit of her stomach. Y/N could not really think of what to say to the comment. "I-uh, yeah most of those people do die." Y/N tried to laugh it off, her voice cracking as her face started turning red from embarrassment. "You saying you do not wanna have sex with me, Y/N?" Joel asked, his head tilted in curiosity; he knew his answer already he just loved the way she was squirming. The younger woman becoming stuck in place watching Joel move closer to her from his postion against the counter, she shifted back and forth. "Uh-no," Y/N stuttered, trying to gather her words up, "What's happening?" Y/N seemed confused by the sudden change in everything going on, feeling his confidence radiate off his body.

"Whatever you want, Y/N." Now inches away from her, "We just need to keep it quiet." Y/N's mouth parted, and no words came out though, Joel could not help himself anymore slamming his lips onto hers quickly, her stomach filled with butterflies. He pushed her to the nearest counter, Joel's rougher hands on her bare thighs picking her up and placing her on the cold countertop. Y/N's skirt rode up, revealing the lace panties she had underneath. His long fingers playfully rubbing against her clit. Y/N moaned quietly against his lips, Joel could not believe a dream of his was coming true.

"Ssh, you do not want to wake the girls." Joel mumbered out, unbuttoning her top slowly. Y/N loved the comment, even though she was younger she loved to be a mom. It was stupid for her to dream she could have that with Joel, she thought he would just use her this one time. Y/N did not care though she wanted him so bad.

He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to her breasts. Y/N leaned forward, feeling his lip brush over lightly, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Y/N's head fell back while her fingers intertwined in his slick curls.

"Joel." Y/N breathed out, and he finally pulled away, finding the urge to call him daddy. Y/N had quite a daddy kink, she was not sure of Joel's. Like clockwork, just like Joel read her mind, he gave her what she wanted. "Call me daddy, baby girl." He growled.

"Daddy." Joel felt like a wild animal hearing her moan.

"I will take those panties off and eat that pretty pink pussy." He demanded, laying flat on his back.

Y/N eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing her panties, and feeling small pecks up her thighs. Y/N whimpered trying to push his head closer, feeling so eager like she had been waiting her whole life for this moment. He hovered over her pussy lightly, not wanting to start just yet. He gently blew air right on her clit. Y/N's hands covered her mouth, moaning feeling him lick a strip all the way up. She felt his hands dig into her thighs, Joel's face disappearing underneath her skirt.

The tip of his nose pressed against her clit as his tongue devoured Y/N’s dripping hole and he moaned with approval. Y/N lifted slightly off the counter being too sensitive to his touch. Joel loved watching her fall apart on top of the counter, he knew the girls hardly got up that this was his chance. A swipe of guilt did try to wash over him needing reassurance she was okay with all this, but her moans and whimpers should be enough.

"Are you okay baby girl?" He asked, Y/N could not help but crack up at his question. Sweat forming on both of their foreheads, she pushed his head back leaning forward feeling him take her clit between his lips and sucking. "Yes Daddy, do not stop." She begged quietly. Joel’s tongue kept lapping the tip of her clit, feeling her legs shake knowing she had to be close.

"I am going to make you feel so good, darlin'." His voice sent chills down her spine, going back down her eating her out. She cried out letting her orgasm instantly rush through her body and soaking his face. Y/N came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices.

"I want you to be mine."

Joel’s words made the butterflies somersault in her chest. She hoped he meant it. Y/N tried to catch her breath, letting out a shaky laugh. Her fingers still resting in his curls.

"Take me to your room and make me yours daddy."

And that is exactly what he did.

[whore-4-pedro]

The fact that Pedro is actually the ‘hot neighbour’ to someone & is also quite likely someone’s ‘dads hot best friend’ is criminal. I’m jealous. Wish it was me. 🥲

[whore-4-pedro]

Pls everyone best Joel fics. I swear I’ve read all of them but I’m desperate for more 🥲

[whore-4-pedro]

Is anyone else dying for Tinder!Joel part 4? Or is that just me? 😅

[whore-4-pedro]

I’m so feral for Joel smut. Slow burn but filthy recommendations?!

[whichwitchwanda]

So a lot of the fics I’m reading have J calling reader ‘pretty girl’ so naturally when I saw this keyring I melted slightly.. but then TikTok threw this gem at me https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJgXGLtV/ and I’m just low-key here begging someone to direct me to a smutty Joel Miller Fic… because 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[whore-4-pedro]

Who wants to write a Joel piece for me? 🫦🧎‍♀️🤠