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dixons-sunshine · 2 months ago

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Heated | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: After messing up on a mission, Joel was pissed at you. When the two of you got back to Jackson, you got into a heated argument, and it ended in the best way—with you sprawled beneath him, naked, and showing you both punishment and pleasure.

Genre: Smut.

Era: Jackson!Joel.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, porn without plot, dom!Joel (I think), edging, orgasm denial, praise, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie (but this is fanfiction so it doesn’t result in pregnancy), probably more warnings I’m missing.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: I don’t know what this is. I got an idea last night while very tired and had to write it out. I hope this is somewhat okay, and that y’all like this! (Smut isn’t my strongest writing suit so I apologize if it’s poorly written.)

You knew you fucked up. It was a risky venture, one you knew you needed to take seriously and follow Joel’s instructions, and you did. You followed them to a T… until you saw a shotgun perched high on top of a shelf, and you decided to try and get it—against Joel’s orders. You figured it would be easy—just grab the gun and you’d be good—but you didn’t account for the fact that the shelf would topple at the slightest movement, trapping you underneath it and alerting a swarm of infected to your location.

There were no casualties, thankfully. Everyone returned to Jackson relatively unscathed, with only a few cuts and bruises to show that there had been any trouble at all. Still, Joel was pissed, and he made no effort to hide it when he stormed into your shared home, with you hot on his tail with an apology on your lips. An apology led to a heated argument, an argument led to a hot, steamy kiss, and that led to your current predicament:

Sprawled naked under Joel’s strong, solid body, his fingers knuckle deep in your warm heat, with absolute filth spewing from the man’s mouth as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of pure, unadulterated bliss—pleasure that he’s brought you closer to but denied three times already.

“Look at you,” Joel cooed almost condescendingly, his brown, coffee-like eyes barely visible behind his blown pupils, “all wet ‘n squirmin’ f’me.” He pushed his fingers in, curling them to hit that one delicious spot inside of you that had you gasping his name. “Feel that, Darlin’? Does it feel good?” You nodded weakly, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Use your words, Baby.”

Joel curled his fingers again, making you moan loudly and buck your hips up against his hand. “S—it’s so good, Joel. Oh, fuck!”

“I know it is.” He knew you were close. He could feel it in the way your walls fluttered against his fingers, drawing them in even deeper. He brought his thumb to your clit, smirking in satisfaction when you jerked at his touch, wanton like moans filling the otherwise quiet air.

“Joel—” you gasped, your nails digging into the bare flesh on his back.

“This what you wanted, huh? Pickin’ an argument with me, knowin’ it would end like this? Knowin’ I can’t deny my girl her pleasure?” When you only whined in response, he chuckled. “I know, I know. I’m bein’ an ass, not lettin’ you come. Still, I gotta teach ya a lesson somehow. Gotta learn that I wouldn’t tell you to do somethin’ if it wasn’t for your safety.”

The words that fell from his mouth were pure, utter filth, and it stoked the fire deep in your belly. It all felt so good. So, so good. You were right on the edge, ready to dive headfirst into the pool of euphoria down below, when suddenly—

He stopped. He fucking stopped. Again.

You were close to tears at this point. “Joel,” you whined, shivering when he slid his fingers out of you with practiced ease. “Joel, please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, just please, please Joel. I—”

“Sh, sh,” he shushed you, his smirk ever present. His fingers came up to work at his jeans, unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, before working at his buttons. “I know you won’t, Baby. I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, pushing yourself up on your elbows and reaching to help him with his jeans. “I have. I swear, just please—”

“I know what you need, Darlin’,” he spoke gruffly, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one swoop, kicking them off and to the side. He lowered himself to hover over your body, coaxing you to make yourself comfortable against the pillows on the bed. “I’m gonna give it to ya, I promise, but the only way I’m allowin’ you to finish is if it’s with me stuffed deep inside so that I can feel you when ya do. S’that alright?”

Like he even needed to ask. “Yes. God, fuck yes.” Your hands trailed down his muscular chest, over his toned abdomen, all the way to the base of his rock hard length. Gently grasping it, you smiled seductively when a deep groan emitted from his chest, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “I need you to fuck me, Joel.”

Joel’s eyes snapped open, and he peered down at you, his gaze hard and full of lust. Inhaling sharply, he slowly pried your hand away from his dick, replacing it with his own. He stroked himself once, twice, before lining himself up with your entrance, his eyes locking with yours.

“Ready?” he inquired lowly, his voice strained like it took every ounce of willpower to hold himself back.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, coaxing him closer. “Fuck yeah.”

Joel smirked in satisfaction. “That’s my girl.” Without any warning, he plunged his cock deep into your warm, welcoming cunt, groaning as he bottomed out inside of you.

A gasp-moan ripped from your chest. “Joel!” you practically screamed, the pleasure shooting through you like a shooting star. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your eyes screwing shut.

Joel looked down at you and clicked his tongue. He grasped your chin in one of his hands, the other one holding yours, your fingers laced together next to your bed, holding his body up so that he didn’t crush you. “Uh-uh,” he chided softly, “look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You obeyed, and opened your eyes. The sight on top of you was as close to heaven as you’d get. His face was flushed red, his chest sweaty and heaving, his brows furrowed in concentration. He looked downright good enough to devour.

And then, he started moving.

The pace started slow at first, merely a careful pull out and a gentle thrust back in, just to get you adjusted and used to the feeling. But when your fingers disappeared into his salt and pepper-coloured locks of hair, he took that as a sign to up his game. Pulling back almost all the way, he drove back in with a hard thrust, completely knocking the air from your chest.

“FUCK!” you exclaimed, a mix of a whine and a moan escaping you. “Fuck, Joel!”

“I know,” he said with a smirk, driving his dick deep inside of you. His pace was brutal, unforgiving, but oh so good. You were sure you would be walking funny the next day, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oh my—shit!” you panted, your voice several octaves higher than normal. “God—Jesus Christ.”

Joel chuckled, but chose not to comment on how what you two were doing was anything but holy. “Fuck,” he groaned when he felt you clench around his cock, dropping his head to slant his mouth across yours for a hot, searing kiss, all teeth and tongue. “You’re squeezin’ me so good right now,” he muttered against your lips, before lifting his head again to look at you, your lips connected with a single string of saliva. “She’s so greedy, pullin’ me in deeper. Can’t get enough, huh?” A pull out, and a thrust back in.

You tried to reply, but your brain was absolute mush. You were already so close again. You begged to whatever entity was listening that he’d actually let you finish this time. You would not be able to handle being denied your orgasm for a fifth time.

As if knowing your body better than you did, Joel knew you were teetering on the brink of euphoria again. He knew that it all depended on whether or not he would let you finish. However, deciding that he’d punished you enough, he let go of your chin and snaked his hand between your bodies, gliding down until he slipped a finger between your folds, nudging right against the small bundle of nerves that so desperately craved his attention, before pressing down against it with his calloused thumb.

You jerked against his touch, your back arching and pulling his cock even deeper, if that was possible. His length dragged against your walls just right, continuously hitting that spot inside of you that only Joel knew, and his thumb rubbed slow, tight circles against your puffy clit. The coil in your stomach was pulled taut, one moment away from snapping completely.

Joel felt your walls clench around his cock, and he knew you were right there. All you needed was a little assistance.

“You gonna come for me, Baby?” he asked huskily, gritting his teeth and trying to stave off his own release that he felt approaching at a rapid pace. “You gonna gush all over my cock? Lemme feel it? Lemme know how good you feel?”

Like his words were the key to the floodgates, the rubber band in your belly snapped, and tidal waves of bliss washed over your body. You came undone with a shout of Joel’s name, your legs shaking and your hands falling from his back to the bedsheets, gripping the covers in your white knuckled fists.

This orgasm was intense. You don’t think you’d ever experienced one quite like this before. It was an amazing, blazing hot, earthshaking experience, one that had you seeing stars. You swore you died and went to heaven. You had to. There was no way you were alive right now.

Slowly coming down from that euphoric high, you muttered a soft, quiet, “Joel,” which was all it took to sent the man reeling over the edge as well.

With one, two, three final thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling thick ropes of come deep inside your warm heat, profanities spewing from his lips. His eyes screwed shut as his body shook with pleasure, his arms shaking and giving in beneath him, his body weight dropping on top of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. However, you barely noticed, instinctively wrapping your arms around him and stroking his back with your nails.

You didn’t know how much time passed before either of you fully came to. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours, hell, it could have been days. The two of you stayed like that for a while, your breathing uneven and your bodies flushed hot, just basking in the afterglow of an amazing experience. It was perfect.

“Damn,” Joel began in a low mutter, raising his head to look at you, “I wouldn’t be opposed if all of our fights ended like that.”

That drew a laugh from you, before you turned more serious. “I really am sorry, Joel,” you began sincerely. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was stupid.”

Joel shook his head, before pulling his softening cock out of you with a low hiss and dropping down next to you, pulling you into his arms. “Hey, it’s alright,” he reassured you, placing a soft, gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You fucked up, but we’re all fine, yeah? We’ve all made mistakes like that. No need to go beatin’ yourself up over it.”

Slowly nodding, you nuzzled your face into his chest, sighing in content when his strong, muscular arms pulled you tighter against him. The silence between the two of you stretched for a good thirty seconds, before you chuckled, gaining Joel’s attention again.

“What?”

You smiled knowingly. “Now I know what to do when you’re pissed at me.”

Joel rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile on his features, his stubble rubbing against your hair. “I know what I said, but don’t push it, woman.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll lose your edge?”

“...shut up.”

With a laugh, you shook your head and closed your eyes, relaxing your body against Joel’s. “I love you too, Miller.”