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JEALOUS!ELLIE X READER - PINK LIGHTNING.

[PART THREE TO FADE INTO YOU].

WORD COUNT - 3,749.

RATING - 18+. [angst, smut, blackmailing, fingering, oral Ellie!receiving, strap use reader!receiving].

SUMMARY - there’s nothing worse than allowing guilt to consume you but there’s nothing more worse than allowing the guilt to chase away the lover you actually want.

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It had been a week ever since your encounter with Ellie and you had gone against your promise, you didn’t make any moves to break up with Justin.  It was the guilt; it had drowned you completely and it had forced you to stick by him. During your road of guilt, you had started to avoid Ellie, who was at first excited to move forward with you but her happiness quickly exhausted when she had observed you still surrounded yourself with him and avoided her.

She wasn’t sad this time, she was angry, angry at herself for believing your lie of a promise, still, she was angry at you because you could end this all but you decided not to. She had wanted to speak to you but you had always found a way to leave, nevertheless, to Ellie’s luck, there was a party being held for the town and the auburn-haired girl was sure that you were attending. Justin was likely to be there, and wherever Justin was, you were found.

You had currently been drinking with him and his friends until Jesse and Ellie had interrupted the shared conversation with their presence. You were holding Justin’s hand but with Ellie being randomly apart of the place of activity, it had erratically caused you to let go of him, still, you had been too ashamed to look at Ellie, you had tried everything to avoid her gaze, you had looked around the setting of the gathering, you had looked at your feet, your fingers, other people, it was stupid how far you went to not look at her.

You could hear Justin greet Ellie in the background and kindly, Ellie had returned his welcome; the group had resumed to talk to each other and you had altered into the country music that had blasted through the speakers.

“You good?” Justin questioned, he had lightly nudged your side, slightly worried of your quiet state, you weren’t really a silent person and you had liked to converse with people around you, Justin was someone who could easily tell something was wrong with you, categorically when you were upset and lost in thought.

You had looked up at him and had felt Ellie’s green fixed stare watch you stare up at your partner. “I’m good, I just need to go to the toilet,” you gently reassured ere you made way to the female toilets. You had placed yourself in front of a sink that had a mirror above it, you sweetened yourself up and pushed all the anxious thoughts out of your mind, but your apprehensive thoughts had to rebound when you saw Ellie enter the toilets from your peripheral view.

You sharply breathed in and resumed to freshen yourself up until you heard the lock of the entry click closed. “People need to use the toilets Ellie,” you quietly joked while your face curved to look at her, you were met with the weary and jaded expression of Ellie.

“Why haven’t you broken up with him?”

Purposely, you ignored her question and returned to face the mirror and fix your hair in hopes she would let go of it. “[Y/N],” Ellie sternly called and you turned to look at her once more, just as jaded as she was. “Why haven’t you broken up with Justin?”

“I don’t need to,” you easily replied, your forward response had pushed Ellie to scoff at your shameful reply.

“I shouldn’t have believed you,” she drawled out, “I was being stupid and should’ve realised all you do is play games and play with people’s feelings.”

In retort, you had furrowed your eyebrows, evidently against of what she had said. “I don’t play with people’s feelings.”

“Yes, you fucking do,” Ellie re-joined, “you only see me as a booty call,” and as much as Ellie had wanted to be seen strong in her response, the thought of you only seeing her as a toy to fuck had hurt her.

“I don’t see you as a booty call, Ellie,” you denied, and you were being honest, Ellie had meant much to you for you to just perceive her as someone you can fuck on the low.

“Then what do you see me as?” She asked, desperate for your insight, she had not moved a step forward or a step back, she had remained on the same spot the entire encounter, too afraid that the wrong move would lead to a terrible outcome

You had bit your lower lip, nervous and afraid but per usual, you had always responded with an answer Ellie had dreaded to hear. “I see you as my friend.”

“My God,” she exhaustingly laughed, her hands were pressed against her face as she hid the upset demeanour she had stuck on her face. “You see me as a friend with benefits,” she rudely corrected, she had placed her hands on her hips, her eyes slightly wide in shock of the indecisive behaviour you had portrayed.

She had known that you were someone who barely knew what they had wanted but this was a new level. “I don’t see you as that,” you continuously denied, but you hadn’t had anything to help with your argument, and it had made you feel dastardly carnal.

“Why haven’t you left Justin?” Ellie duplicated, you had known Ellie wasn’t someone who liked being left in the dark, you had known that even if you had found way to avoid this encounter, she’d find another way, she was stubborn and even if you had found it annoying, her obstinate attitude was what you admired about her. “Why haven’t you left Justin, knowing that you have cheated on him with me?”

“Is it the guilt?”

You had endured silent, you couldn’t argue with Ellie’s points because she was correct; all that Justin has done was bee a good and caring boyfriend, the least you could do was stay with him. “Because all you do is speak about, is him being a good person to you, so it must be the guilt,” Ellie continued, and to this point it felt like she had been speaking to herself.

“You’re right,” you eventually replied, “I want to be a good person to him, so please let me be.”

“If you want to be a good person to him you have to tell him the truth,” Ellie countered, “or I will tell him.”

Surprised, your lips had slightly peeled open in shock. It was funny how the tables had turned, previously it was you that had wanted to tell him while Ellie had thought otherwise. Yet, this time, Ellie was eager to explain everything to Justin while you had felt ghastly to the thought of her doing that. “You won’t do that,” you tensely muttered.

“I will.”

Her response had drove you to an ill-tempered guise, you had felt a wave of sadness hit you and you had wanted to leave immediately. “Let me leave.”

Promptly taken aback from her own attitude she gently raised her hand towards you, remorseful. “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologised, “I don’t know what came over me.”

Bitter to Ellie’s hostile attempt, you had narrowed your eyes towards her. “I know what it was,” you sternly replied, “you have an obsession over me, to the point that it’s so deep you can’t realise that I don’t like you back,” you spat, you had spoken without any thought and you were aware that you would feel anguish of what you had just said to her. You had walked past her and unlocked the toilet door to excuse yourself back to Justin, once you had returned to him you had kissed him on the lips prior to you returning to your drink and taking a long sip out of it.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Ellie storm out of the toilets, she hadn’t returned to the group or even attempted look at you or Jesse, Jesse an intelligent man had without difficulty been able to notice that something between the two of you happened. He had shared a fixed stare with you before he resumed communicating with one of his friends, he had thought it was best to keep quiet, he was not one for drama and if he asked what might’ve happened in the toilets between you and Ellie, there’d be a theatrical reaction from everyone in the group.

It had been the next day since the gathering and you had accompanied Jesse for the day, he was one of your closest friends, and you two had found comfort in each other’s presences all the time. There was nothing romantic between the two of you, you had seen Jesse as an older brother just like he had seen you as his younger sister, he had always given you advice when you had asked him but sometimes, he would step in himself and tell you.

“I can tell there’s something going on between you and Ellie,” he foretold and you had sighed, you knew the topic was going to come up but it was best to not avoid it. “Did you two do something together?”

You had then pursed your lips; you had abhorred his stare as a dread of guilt had crashed into you once again. Eventually you had looked up at Jesse, remorseful, you could feel your eyes attempt to water. “I cheated on Justin with Ellie, and I feel so guilty because he treats me so good, I can’t bring myself to tell him because I don’t want to ruin what we have,” but you already had, and Jesse’s face had told you the same.

“Do what’s best,” he shortly said and you had silently agreed, his answer was shorter than it usually would’ve been and you quietly sulked. However, the tone of his voice had showed you that he would rather you tell Justin then hold it in.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” You had then asked, your eyes big as you had attempted to hold back tears.

He sharply inhaled while he shook his head. “No, I don’t think you’re a bad person,” Jesse truthfully replied, “but I’m very disappointed in you.”

You had pouted at his response, still, you had appreciated his point and had been motivated to do what’s best for everyone.

Days had gone by and you had been drowned with infamy, you had been staying over Justin’s home and during the times you had been around him, he could feel that a commodity felt off. “What’s wrong?”

You had worn the bracelet Ellie had gifted you again, and you had fiddled with it, you had also worn the necklace Justin had gifted you for your birthday, two of the jewellery felt like anxiety calmers for you and you had no motivations to take either of them off again. “I can tell you’re upset,” Justin muttered, he had gingerly come closer to you the moment he had realised that you were on the verge of tears, you had pressed your head forward with the palm of your hand against your face, it was uncontrollable and Justin hated seeing you this way, he had attempted to bring you into a hug but you had pushed him away, you had believed you were unworthy of his touch, unworthy of his everything.

“I’m a terrible girlfriend,” you bawled out, you had then removed your hand from your face and fondled with the bracelet as Justin stared at you, dazed to what had been going on.

“What do you mean?” He asked, he had felt like there was a block in his throat, Justin had loved you, and he had cared for you and he did not want you to leave him, but if you had asked him to let you go, he would.

“Ellie made me this bracelet,” you commented, you had gathered the confidence and strength to look at him, ashamed that you had gone behind his back and laid with Ellie. “Remember the moment I came back from that patrol and I showed you what she made me and you thought it was a kind thing for her to do since Ellie and I were on bad terms during that time? And how quickly things turned bad again…”

You had paused, you didn’t need to finish what you had wanted to come clean about because Justin was smart, it took him a few seconds to realise what you had attempted to insinuate about. “You and Ellie…?”

Your eyebrows had knitted down as you had looked back at him, apologetic and contrite to your prior behaviour, you had bit your lip, penitent. “I’m sorry,” you carefully released and then it was silent again, you had looked down at your feet and touched the necklace he had gotten you. “Do you want the necklace back?”

“No, you can keep it,” he quietly responded, openly, Justin wasn’t shocked that you had sexually reconciled with Ellie, but he had been in the same time.

There was a pregnant pause and you had finally looked at him, he hadn’t looked at you but had looked sideways, he himself had tried to hold down his tears, Justin had always been an expressive man, emotionally expressive too, he was so good, too good, the both of you had something good and you ruined it. “Do you want me to leave?” You timidly asked and he had shrugged his shoulders as he looked at you again.

“I don’t know.”

You had pressed your lips together, in deep thought, you had sadly nudged your lips to the side, your thoughts regulated. “I think we should break up.”

He had shuddered at your comment but didn’t say anything. You had relaxed your face but had moved your fingers away from your jewellery and you had begun to fiddle with your fingers, “I’m not good for you and you deserve someone better,” you had wanted to hug him so bad but you had thought he had probably not wanted the same from you, he was so kind with how reserved he was, howbeit, you couldn’t sit here any longer so you had assembled the courage to stand up and leave his home.

You had believed it was a bad idea, a terrible decision to go to Ellie’s home, especially with the words you had exchanged that night, after that period of time you had not seen Ellie at all, you had gathered the maturity to apologise but the overrun of emotions had beaten you to weep in front of the sealed front door.

Ellie had opened the door and immediately noticed that you had been crying, shortly worried, she had brought you inside her cabin and directed you to her bed, once she closed the door behind her, she had scurried towards you and brought you into a warm hug. “What happened? Was it Justin?” She instantly began to question, eager to tear the man apart if he had been the reason for your desolate attitude.

“I told Justin everything and I broke up with him,” you muttered, “he deserves someone so much better than me.”

Quiet, Ellie had pulled her arms away from your figure and had fixed her hand on top of yours. You had looked at her, sadly content that she hadn’t turned you away from her doorstep. “I’m sorry for being a bitch that night,” you admittedly apologised, you yourself hadn’t understood what had come over you that night, perhaps it was you being protective over your bond with Justin and hadn’t wanted anyone to come between it, but you had already come between it with your infidelity.

“I forgive you,” Ellie kindly accepted, you hadn’t questioned why Ellie was quick to forgive you, mayhap she needed that time alone and understand that the time was yet to come.

“Thank you,” you blissfully smiled before you hugged her again, your face had been nuzzled into the crook of her neck as you had accepted the balmy temperature of her body, greedy to have more of her, you had pulled yourself back and urged your lips against hers, surprised, Ellie had yet kissed back, eager to take off your clothes and have them against her floor, the moment she had accomplished her task, her slender hands had reached your clit and she commenced to slowly rub against your clit.

Slow with her teasing and artistry, she had slid two fingers into your cunt and arched her fingers to drawl out your orgasm, your lips clasped against each other, petting each other with tongues, you had weakly moaned into her mouth as her fingers glided inside you, during the time she had trailed her lips against your jaw to your ear, she had forbidden you to cum, you had whined at her rule but you had grinded yourself against her digits, her pace quick and rough, driving you into an beaten lust, you had then arched your back as you had attempted to hold in your climax but it was too much.

You had orgasmed around her fingers, unintentionally going against her orders which had caused Ellie to pull herself away, her eyes were drilled into yours, amused that you couldn’t keep yourself together. “Naughty,” she roughly whispered.

You had then whimpered at the loss of touch. “I’m sorry.”

“Show it, show you’re sorry,” she declared, amorous and raw for your tongue, she had taken off her clothing.

You had bit the bottom of your lips, eager for her taste for you had watched Ellie’s cunt hover over you before she had rested above your face, your hands had wrapped around her upper thighs as you had lightly licked her nub, knowing that Ellie was someone who liked it rough it had caused her to ardently rub her cunt against your face, and it was what you had wanted, for her to use your face as a fuck-toy. You had diligently moaned against her heat, your tongue flat and rough as you had stroked her pearl, her tastiness tangy and sour, and all you could think was how much you had missed her aroma.

She had loudly moaned at the pressure of you sucking on her clit, without thought she had continuously bucked her muff against your face during the moment you had twirled the tip of your tongue around her bud, eager to have her climax against your face you had begun to fuck her with your tongue, your right hand had slid to her clit and you had robustly rubbed it, your ears were drowned with her loud moans and wails that you had not realised that she had finished against your face, you were consumed and gripped with her taste that you had carried on, driving her into a crazed and lewd state that had her twitching against your face.

“Fuck, that’s enough,” she had then desperately pulled herself away from your face, proud of her nectar that had been all over you, you had sat up, breathing heavily and tired as you had watched Ellie search for something. While you had wiped your damp mouth with the back of your hand, you had observed the detail of her pulling out a strap.

She had wanted to fuck you into a dumb state; she had used the strap on you before and you were apprised of her skills. Before she had turned you to your stomach, she had kissed you, desperate to share her climatic taste with you. “Turn around,” she had then whispered and you had quickly obeyed to her demand; on your stomach and your ass arched up to face her, she quickly brought her fingers to play with your clit as she sat up on her knees.

She was slow, she had ached your cunt when she slowly rubbed the tip of the strap against your heat, with your face against the pillow you had bit into the fabric when you felt the dildo submerge into you, her fingers had dug into your buttocks, moved and hot in relations to the shape of your ass, she had always loved the shape of your curves, it had always turned her on, one hand had reached into your hair while she had slowly thrusted inside of you, her movements achy and unhurried.

You had the fabric of her sheets clenched into your fists, irritable and keen to have Ellie fuck you senseless. “Ellie, please, please, Ellie,” you had gravely begged, desperate for her roughness and speed.

Cocky and imperious, she had moved slower which had pushed you to cry out in desperation, impatient you had moved your hips to move erosion faster. “Please what?” She teasingly breathed out, vexing and taunting your sensual poise.

“Please fuck me hard and fast,” you darkly begged, your state shameful and base, you had wanted to be used brutally, had wanted Ellie to punish you for the bratty attitude you had displayed for the past weeks.

“Sure baby,” she briskly promised, and instantly she had lugged her hips forwards in the state and rhythm you had begged for, your cunt being torn apart by her rough measure and ploy, breaking you into form of libido and fervor. The lustful itch that had been nesting in your pussy pointedly ruined and beaten by her coarse and bearish behaviour.

You had drooled against her pillow, your voice soundless as Ellie used your body to the apex, it had felt like you have lost your senses, lost in the wave of bliss and gratification, the moment you had felt your faculties come back again you had frequently wailed Ellie’s name. “Ellie, Ellie!” Tranced and ill-defined you had felt your climax quickly wash over, your nectar big and abrupt, satisfied, the auburn-haired girl pulled away from you, and as you had completely fell against the bed, she had taken off her strap and laid beside you.

She had been rough and unapologetic, but she had wanted you in her arms, thus the moment her duvet had covered the both of you, she had pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” you humbly apologised, deeply obscure for your previous behaviour.

As she pressed her lip against the side of your head, she had again pulled you into a tighter hug. She had moved on from her bitter emotions and had been grateful that you had appeared on her doorstep. “You’re okay, it’s okay.”

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⟶ purity ring - pink lightning. [evidently]

⟶ olivia rodrigo - 1 step forward, 3 steps back.

⟶ rihanna - te amo.

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POSSESSIVE!JOEL X SIREN!READER - VEHEMENT.

[PART SIX TO THE SIREN SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 4,613.

RATING - 18+. [infidelity, angst, joel being the bold and petty person he is and multiple hardcore sex].

SUMMARY - both you and Joel could feel the building intensity between the two of you, even after the intense and bitter history the two of you had shared, the both of you openly long for each other but there are two obstacles in the way, yourself and Shiloh.

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As the pair were hungry, the two rode out of the woods in awkward silence, even though it had normally taken you longer to become ravenous compared to Humans, you had lately arrived to your limit. You had been in front of Joel, and comically the both of your stomachs had been faintly growling, in spite of the years of wandering around the world specifically due to the outbreak, living in Jackson had weakened both their endurance for food.

You had turned around to look at him, nonetheless of the feelings you demonstrated the night before, you had adhered it was right to get food for the both of you. “We’re near an ocean, I can go fetch us fish to eat before we make it back to Jackson,” you forwardly clarified and timid, Joel held the reigns of Old Beardy against his lower stomach and haltingly beckoned his head.

“That’ll be great,” he softly replied; and earnest to make it quicker to the beach, you had directed Mira to jaunt faster.

Still and all the ride to the beach wasn’t long, and you had lightly pondered how long it would have taken if both you and Joel were on foot. Would it have made the two of you find way to accommodate and make peace with one another? Withal, it was not like Joel had to make appease with you, especially because it was him that had made you feel like a problem. Feel ruffled because you weren’t Human.

The second you had found a good place to tie Mira around, you had directly dragged your feet against the sand once you became shoeless. With Joel left behind, he had watched you near yourself towards the cold body of water with the moment he multi-tasked to tie his horse next to your stallion, he had observed you taking off your clothes in order to prepare yourself to dive inside the water.

Despite of what you had told him the night before, he couldn’t help himself but miss you, he had missed everything about you, and favourably, you had given him parts of yourself he had longed for. Your impudence, allure and physical figure. Contrite, Joel pulled himself together, his hazel vision set on how your black tail flicked out of the water, before the entire of your body had plunged into the liquid.

It didn’t take you long for you to retrieve the fishes for the both of you to eat, in fact, you had reclaimed multiple of fishes just in case. The concept of Joel standing in front of where you would pull yourself out of, didn’t come to you, thus, the moment your eyes met with his, you weren’t familiar with how you should’ve reacted, howbeit, you kept yourself together. Silent, you had dragged yourself out of the body of liquid, the laser of his perception hot on your skin.

Your skin a lighter shade compared to your Human skin, your hair longer and your fingers webbed. The small gills in your cheek and the thin slits in your eyes, impertinent, Joel had externally gazed at every detail of your Siren frame. The black scales of your rudder that had dimly glowed blue hues, the prevailing details of your inhuman form had Joel consider that with how complicated and exact your Siren body had looked like. Perhaps Sirens weren’t an aversion, mayhap they were made to exist by God just like how Humans were but instead were made to live in the Sea.

You were beautiful, and he had no longer had any fear that had made him think other-wise. Eventually, you had looked away from him, suddenly ambivalent due to how hard he had been staring at you. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you.”

Nourished, you curved your eyes at him. “You didn’t need to do that,” chiefly, with the conversation you had shared with him yesterday, you’d think he’d leave you alone, yet, Joel wasn’t always a man of his word, as well as you being a flaky person, but there was a commodity of him being there for you to make sure you came out that had made you feel cordial.

The moment your entire body had been pulled out of the water; you had forced yourself to transform back to your Human physique. Your skin had returned to its mortal shade while your hair had returned to its previous length, your hair was long but your Siren hair was considerably longer, and the webbed skin between your digits had shrunk back into your hands. Your akin legs currently separate and abruptly, you were back on your feet.

Absorbed, Joel had watched the entire transformation and the second he had realised you were naked he had briskly turned his head away from you.

“Nothing new,” you coolly muttered and satiated, Joel scoffed.

“Does it hurt?” Joel asked and the moment he had felt your body was covered, he curved his face to look at you.

“The first few times it did, but now it doesn’t anymore,” you answered, your back faced towards the bearded man as you picked up the dead fish you had collected.

“It must be strange, living with people who aren’t like you,” Joel thoughtfully commented and you had continued to achieve your task without responding to what he had said. “What type of fish did you catch?”

“Saltfish.”

Impressed, Joel nodded his head just as he directed you to where he had lit the fire within the brief time period you had assigned yourself to catch bait. Constructed, you had put down the chum and wrapped your arms around your body, the weather was cool and sunny with a bit of breeze that had poised the two of you. Perchance, it was because of the time you had currently spent together, but there was a brusque craving the two of you were hit with, perhaps, it was always there and you had pushed it away thus your explosion towards Joel the previous night.

Fluctuant, you had looked at Joel and an article in you had broadcasted that you knew that he anticipated the same emotions, but, no---you couldn’t, you couldn’t do this to Shiloh, you just couldn’t, but you did. You were in his arms; your lips longingly caressed his while your body had pressed against his physique. It was so quick, so impetuous that you didn’t even realise your frame was against the ground, ready to open to him and ready to be worn.

The fabric you had currently worn had been taken off again, and your breast, plump had faced upwards, fondled and played with by his generous hands. His lips removed off your mouth and placed against your neck, sensitive, your body had lightly jolted to his touch, the pad of his fingers had glid down the side of your waist and to the hem of your lower garment. He was quick to pull them down, quick to contact your pearl with his digits, the motion soft but the feeling had felt excessive and fervent.

Your opening wet had ached for his size, and in entreat, you had gripped your breasts and gently moaned to his touch. “Joel, please,” you perilously begged, and quickly his eyes landed on yours, his range of view hungry and sensual, he had gazed at you, his eyes inquisitive and lewd.

“What is it, gorgeous? What do you want me to do?”

His voice had been coarse and genitive, the way he had sounded had made your skin rigid and firm, timid your eyes had become low, his fingers had worked on you and you had arched your back and released a flushed moan. “What do you want me to do?” He dragged and quickly you had grabbed his wrist the moment you had recognised your climax which had throbbed to release.

“I want you to fuck me,” you implored and for one last time, you had stretched a moan, your sap had quickly slipped out of you and furthermore, you had gently run your fingers against your nectar and pushed your coated fingers into his mouth, and compliant, Joel had sucked the amrita off your digits. As his hands found way to his clothes, the Miller man had swiftly pulled off his clothing, his shaft hard which had flared hungry and cardinal.  

The moment he had lowered his body against your frame, he had embraced you once more, his caress rough and eager, your lips sore to his esurient behaviour, you had wrapped your arms around his shoulders whilst his hands found way to the back your knees. You could feel the stiffness of his cock press against your cunt and the juncture your wetness had coated around him, you loudly discharged a moan against his mouth, your eyes tight shut as your body re-adjusted to his size.

Oh, you had missed him so badly, and your body knew, throughout the time the two of you were separate, your body had craved his touch so much, Shiloh couldn’t give you what had needed but Joel did. His moves were strong and persuading, as he pressed his body in an able and laden manner, his stout bulky to prove that once again, you were his. His thrusts angry and chafe, as his hot breath waved against the edge of your neck as he chased his comfort, your moans altered loud as the head of his cock pressed against the urchin-like spots that had been elevated.

Your nails had dug into his shoulders as you submerged the need to mark his body, your digits found way to his hair, and roughly you had gripped his locks, eyes shut and cunt in ardor. “Joel,” you had whined in pleasure, the way his sac had slapped against your heat and his low grunts in memo of his pleasure, firm, your cunt had gripped around his shaft, the hotness sweeping around your body as you could feel yourself pulse around him.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” Joel sparingly moaned, his movements twitched and inconsistent as the high ride dragged through his current. The wet slaps expanded just as Joel’s figure pressed harder against your body, his seed had quickly released inside you but the hitherto hunger he had was still prominent, his hips continued to buck forward, strong and speedy, being selfish to chase his lust but his libidinous ways had caused your body to shake under his, your forehead urged against his while you had wrapped your legs around his waist, your body tight while you had eventually released a carnal nectar that had wickedly built up in your chassis.

Relieved, you had slumped your body against the cold sand to gather on what had just happened.

The two of you had barely spoke since the exchange, moreover, you had both silently consumed the fish you had finished cooking a couple of minutes ago and the both of you had awkwardly exchanged glances to each other while the other wasn’t looking.

Guilty, you had lightly bit off the fish food your teeth had dug into and slowly chewed on the fare, you had dragged your eyes to the older man who had sat opposite you, even though he had seemed sullen, you could detect the alleviation he had embodied due to the activity the both of you had shared.

“Don’t tell anyone what we did with each other,” you dryly muttered, your eyes serious while his coloured orbs met with yours. He seemed like he had attempted to hold something back, but Joel’s pettiness usually got the best of him.

“The anyone being Shiloh?”

He had seemed diverted of your request and his mean but pleasantly occupied expression had made you shrink into your error. “He’s too good to me and I ruined everything.”

In response, he shrugged. “It’s my fault for kissing you.”

“I’m the one who agreed to kissing you,” you contritely muttered as you threw away the bones of the fish you had finished eating into the fire carcass.

Silently, Joel gazed at you as he quietly disagreed with your comment, it was a moment of zeal and as Joel had no regrets with what he had done with you, he could see that you were rattled about what had just happened and he comprehended that for now, there was nothing he could do about it. In spite of that, you had all of a sudden been distracted by something that had caught your disrupted attention, he had curved his head to give attention to what had caused you to become pre-occupied and briskly, Joel had noted Shiloh and Bella come into view with their horses.

They had appeared happy and it was authentic, the moment Shiloh jumped off his horse, Rocky, Shiloh had immediately caressed you into his arms, his limbs soft and inviting which had you blended into his touch. You had returned his hug and felt Shiloh press his mouth against the top of your head.

“I missed you so much,” Bella commented then turned to look at the Miller man who had gracelessly watched the scenario occur in front of him. “Well, I missed you too,” Bella clumsily delivered in order to make Joel feel appreciated, her inept behaviour had pushed a laugh out of you as Joel uncouthly beckoned his head towards your best friend.

“Is there something wrong?”

The abrupt inquiry from Shiloh had caused you to stiffly shift your head towards him, he had his hands framed around your face just as he carefully examined your frame. During his time being in a relationship with you, Shiloh could easily tell when you were upset, and he had consistently taken your emotions seriously.

“There’s nothing wrong,” you responded but your answer hadn’t been enough for Shiloh to believe so.

Hastily, Shiloh turned to look at Joel who immediately gathered the strength to defend himself. “Did you do anything to her?” Shiloh bluntly accused and suddenly, the fear he had for the respected man had depleted, his eyes denunciatory and fervent, he had angled his body in direction of the bearded man who swiftly stole a glance from you.

“I didn’t do anything,” Joel calmly responded and in distrust, Shiloh turned to look at you then twisted his gaze to Joel once more.

“Did you say anything to upset her?” Shiloh inquired, “because that is definitely something you’re talented at.”

“Okay that’s enough,” Bella interrupted, she had fleetly dragged herself between Joel and Shiloh to prevent anything tangible, if it were to happen.

“I just told you nothing happened between [Y/N] and I, she even told you,” Joel impolitely replied, crassly, he looked at you, his eyes crude. “Did you tell him everything?” Joel questioned; his tone had bluntly hinted to the break-up you two had mutually shared a while back.

 Snotty, Shiloh curved his orbs at the older man as if what he had asked was deficient. “Of course, she did!” Shiloh arrogantly responded. “She tells me everything, I’m her boyfriend!”

Humoured, Joel crassly laughed at him, his sharp tone had caused you to diminish into your body and confused, Shiloh turned to look at you while you had looked back at him, your eyes had pleaded for him to stop. “I told you everything, now just sit down and eat.”

For your well-being, Shiloh had sat down beside you, his position grumpy and mellow, “if he had just accepted you for who you are, things wouldn’t have been so tense.”

“I’m very confused,” Bella candidly confessed. “It seems like there are things I’ve been left out of because things aren’t making any fucking sense.”

Fallen silent, the group had been sunken into their own thoughts, you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t speak anymore, if you were honest, you had been tired of hearing everyone’s voice, chiefly your own. “After this, we’re returning back to Jackson,” Joel dryly instructed, as your eyes were fixed on the ocean you were still able to catch Bella nod her head with the corner of your eyes, dismal, you had dragged your bent legs against your chest. You had then wrapped your limbs around your lower body and pressed your face against the cup of your knees and lightly fell asleep.

The moment Shiloh and Bella had finished their fare, Bella had lightly shoved you awake, the group had readied to return back to town and Shiloh and Joel were already on their feet and had carried their hooves to their horses.

The ride back to Jackson had been awkward, everyone had resumed to keep their thoughts to themselves for the sake of everybody but specifically, [Y/N]. Joel had been in front of everybody while you had been sandwiched between Bella and Shiloh. When the four had arrived to the gates they had quickly been able to note the people who had awaited at the opening, it had seemed like everyone had been able to make their way back, and you had considered it as luck. The moment you had dropped off of Mira, you had noticed the auburn haired that hastily made way to you and Joel, the person’s stance excited yet relieved.

“I thought something really bad happened to the both of you!” Ellie had cried out; her reassured physique had wrapped around you with her thin arms. Content, you had returned Ellie’s caress and gently pressed your lips at the top of her head while she quickly said a few hyped words that included of you having to tell her what had happened when you were out there.

Just as she resumed on speaking, Shiloh had appeared beside you, his large hand had been placed on your shoulder which had caused you to let go of the Williams girl who had impertinently looked at the man who stood next to you. She muttered a low welcoming to the man just as Tommy arrived and commenced to speak to both you and Joel.

“I’ll walk you home,” Shiloh candidly asserted just after Tommy left after he spoke about how he was glad everyone made it intact. It was evident that Shiloh hadn’t waited for you to tell him that you had agreed for him to take you home, he had just grabbed your arm and softly dragged you away from Ellie and Joel.

You didn’t want to see the look Ellie and Joel must’ve had on their face, aside from Joel’s apparent dislike for your romantic partner you could also tell that Ellie discernibly didn’t take liking for the nurse. Nevertheless, your home hadn’t been far from the gates but it didn’t stop Shiloh from his investigation. “Did anything happen before I came with Bella?”

You had gritted your teeth, you had wished that he had just let go of his inquiries and you had wished you didn’t fuck Joel in the beach, but you’d be lying. “Nothing happened, and if something happened, I would’ve told you.” You impatiently declared and with his hand now moved into your hand, Shiloh turned to look at you, the both of you had arrived to the destination of your home and it had seemed like the weather had begun to pick up the babble, you weren’t surprised, you can tell the nice weather was about to change the moment you saw the skies blue darken.

Your partner had then cupped your face, his face solemn but satisfied. “Good, I’m just glad nothing happened to you, and that you’re safe,” he kindly declared, “get some sleep, you must be tired.”

Softly, you had nodded your head, the warmth of his hands was removed from your face, and you had then been heralded to enter your home, and when the door was closed behind you, automatically, your shoulders had dropped, and you could feel the acute and excessive energy in your veins disappear. Finally, you didn’t feel like the whole world was on your shoulders, and eventually, you had become unburdened by what you had done.

Luckily, rain hadn’t picked up, you had gazed out of your windows for a couple of minutes while your thoughts and fought in your mind. You knew shouldn’t do it, but you were an adamant girl, and an adamant girl who usually made the wrong choices.

With your mind made up, you had carried yourself out of your home, and on your way out you had quickly yanked your coat from where it laid and quickly guided yourself out of cabin, and forcefully made your way to Joel’s home, you had noted that he was in as you could see there was a couple of lights that glowed in his window, as your eyes had stared into one of his windows, you had suddenly fell into a puddle of hesitation, yet, just as fast, you allowed yourself to drag yourself up his porch and knock on his door.

He didn’t take long to open his door, and the moment his coloured gaze rested upon you, he remained stunned. “[Y/N]?” He questioned, surprised, slowly, he had pushed himself slightly out of his door frame to check if anyone had seen you come by, but with this strong weather he doubted that anyone would be outside. “[Y/N], come in,” he quickly ushered and in response, you stepped into the warmth of his home, the vehement warmth you had longed for.  

“Is there anything wrong?” Joel questioned and quickly you shook your head, but you were in truth, unsure.

“I wanted to come and apologise for what had happened, and I wanted to know if you were okay,” you truthfully explained, tightly, your arms were wrapped around your body as your eyes were big and destitute for his response.

“I’m fine,” Joel kindly replied, “why do you want to know?”

Graceless, you had gently bounced your shoulders. “I can’t keep lying to myself,” you poorly responded, “about the fact that I don’t care about you when I really do. I’m not angry at you anymore, I can’t bring myself to still be mad at you.”

“Especially with what you said last night?” Joel asked, his eyes intrusive to her answer.

“Everything I said last night, I take it back,” you candidly replied, your vision examined the bearded man who calmly stood in front of you, searched for his approval, for him to at least understand that what you said had come from the heart.

Indulgent to your reply, Joel had felt the intensity in his shoulders become permissive. “And I take back how I reacted when I found out what you were the other time.”

Content with his answer, you had automatically hurried yourself towards his muscled figure, your arms ready to hug him but something once more switched in your mind, and instead of a hug, you had invited him to a kiss. Joel hadn’t been surprised with your behaviour and had wanted what he had received from you, ever since yours and his interaction at the beach, it had left Joel wanting more albeit the anger Shiloh had brought out of him. He liked the fact that he could fuck you again, to silently prove that no matter how much Shiloh could be angry with him, you would always run back to him, to Joel.

With your trousers and damp underwear nether to your ankles, Joel had slid his fingers between the wetness of your heat, just by the feather of his touch you had loudly moaned at his caress, your swollen lips pulled away from his mouth just as you begun to grind against his digits.

“Do you want to keep doing this behind Shiloh’s back?” Joel boldly asked and in control to his touch, you had furrowed your eyebrows in bliss.

This was a bad idea, you knew this could end bad, but doing this with Joel had given you entice. “I can’t do this to him,” you whimpered as your forehead softly collided with his, your eyes had wettened not due to sadness but due to pleasure. The roughness of his fingertips had circled on your nub and quickly you could feel your body quake against his.

“Do you love him?” Joel inquired and in ease you closed your eyes, your lack of response had caused the taller being to become rough with this play, his rough moves had caused you to yelp in revelry. “Do you love him more than me?”

In desperacy you hastily shook your head, you had wrapped your arms around Joel’s shoulder to balance yourself, you had lightly lifted your left leg to give Joel better space to fondle and stroke your clit and when he had found the gratifying area and continued pursue it, you had gasped, your cunt eager and keen to have his cock thrust inside you. “I want you to say it,” Joel eagerly escorted, “do you love him more than me?”

“No!” You shamefully cried out; tears had rolled down your cheeks as you could feel yourself climax endlessly to his touch. Breathless, you had rested your head against the corner of his neck, gingerly tired. “I love you more than I love him.”

“Show it,” Joel forwardly offered, “fuck me and show it.”

Suddenly electrocuted with energy, you had aided Joel to unbuckle his belt, as well as the moment his trousers dropped, his shaft had eagerly heaved out from hiding, quickly, Joel had carried you and allowed you to wrap your lower limbs around his waist, and slowly his cock had immersed into your cunt, relaxed, the both of you had sighed but not too long after, Joel had begun to thrust his cock upwards, his heavy pulls taking you for surprise. Yet, you had hastily joined his act, in sync you had bounced on his shaft, your wetness thickly coated and gripped his cock that had caused him to fight his barbarous and abhorrent lust.

Still, your fervor and glow had commenced him animalistic and fleshly desire to activate, with craving cruelty, his dick had angled in your walls, the curve of his cock had stroked all the good tactile areas inside your body. Your skin had become damp with sweat and had mixed with his. His sac swollen had socked against your skin and your eyes swelled with tears had acquired you to release troubled and overwhelmed moans, you could feel your orgasm surge in your body as you humped and sprung on his cock, your clit puffed and athirst while your cunt had repeatedly gripped around him. Edacious for his semen, you had arched your back and rolled your hips, “Joel!” You lustfully cried out.

“Yes gorgeous?”

“Make me cum!” You eagerly whimpered, and keen to appease to your request, the man had become furtherly coarse and bearish with his thrusts. As your limbs around him gripped onto him weaker you had echoed embarrassing moans out of response of his brusque blows and abruptly you had climaxed around his dick, exhausted, you had held onto him and allowed the able-bodied man to use your body like the jade you were until he had eventually milked out his load into your cunt.

Finally, he had let you go, and the moment you were on your feet you had quickly gathered the clothing that had stiffly laid on the floor and put them on. The exchange had been too fierce and shameful for you to even say anything, but Joel had no complaint, he had watched you put on your clothes and quickly leave his cabin, it didn’t upset him because he knew there’ll be another time, you’ll come back to him.

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⟶ purity ring - vehemence.

what do you think of this chapter? i actually really liked it, the drama.

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