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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ⋆˚꩜｡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: your vacation is coming to an end but your dad wants you to leave texas with a bang. so he plans to throw a giant lake party, inviting anyone and everyone he knows. including his best friend— joel miller. who you’ve already had the pleasure of meeting once before; but now things were a little awkward and far more complicated than it had been. surrounded by prying eyes, secrets threatening to spill out of the seams— you had to be careful. but when it comes to joel, the man you’ve been dreaming about for days, how careful could you be?

𝐟𝐭. dbf!joel x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜. 16k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: smut, mdni, no outbreak!au, plot with p, jesse is reader’s childhood friend, SIGNIFICANT AGE GAP, reader is in their 20s, joel is in his 50s, so much sëxual tension, oräl (m & f receiving), unprotected sëx, p in v sëx, riding joel, forbidden romance if you squint, joel’s pov a couple of times, joel is a yearner, joel is jealous & possessive, mention of alcohol, mention of drinking, mention of swimming/wearing a bathing suit, no use of y/n, joel uses pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), lil bit of angst if you squint, eventual smut, dirty talk, p//ssy drunk, c//ck & p//ssy worship if you squint, joel has a dad bod (& happy trail)

𝐚/𝐧: this is a continuation fic from THIS post! please read the first part before this one (i’d appreciate it! <3)

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“Are you sure you want to invite…everyone you know?” You ask, folding a beach towel as you speak. 

“Why not? It’s my little girl’s last few days before she leaves! I want the party to be one to be remembered!” Your dad hums, shoving his own bag full of goodies for the lake. 

You manage a smile but shake your head nonetheless. “You’re acting like I’m going to leave forever.” 

Your dad laughs, struggling to zip his over packed bag up. “To me, it sure does feel like forever!” He says with another laugh. “Either way, it’ll be fun! Swimming, good food, and camping one last night before you leave. It’s like you’re still thirteen!” 

“But I’m not thirteen anymore dad. Plus, Mrs. Felton is bringing her famous tuna and pecan salad.” You say exaggeratedly, rolling your eyes. “Which you and I both know…the entire block hates. So that good food you promised…?” You tease, zipping your own bag closed.

You watch as your dad visibly shudders at the mention of the tuna salad, making a fake gagging noise. “Well it’s a good thing your dad knows how to cook or else you’d be stuck with that delicious tuna salad too.” He fires back, hauling his successfully closed bag, and your own finished bag, over his shoulder, heading for the front door. 

You playfully sigh, shaking your head as you follow after him. You grab the massive cooler by the door on your way out, hauling it into the bed of his truck. 

“Plus,” Your dad starts, helping you with one hand to lift the cooler into the bed of his truck. “Joel and Tommy are gonna be there. And I know damn good and well Joel can cook too.” 

You freeze a little at the mention of his name but you manage to quickly gather yourself before your dad notices. One hand planted on the bottom of the cooler and you give it a shove to push it further into the bed. You laugh a little, trying your best not to sound awkward, as you turn around and grab hold of a couple of lawn chairs to add to the back of the truck. 

After that brief moment of summer’s heat getting to the two of you, or so Joel called it, he had left you to shower and clean up; working on your car for a couple of hours. Leaving you to sit in his house like a lost soul; only entertained by your phone and the sound of silence. 

You two did not speak about “it” after he finished working on your car. He simply came into his home, handed you the keys— making sure to avoid touching you at pretty much all costs— before saying goodbye and driving home. 

You two didn’t speak to each other after that day. You had waited, hopeful, for something; anything. Waited for a call or a text, but after the third day of sitting idly with your phone tightly gripped in your fingers, you figured he had planned to never talk to you again. Even though it stung a little, you couldn’t really blame him. It was an impulse, driven by desire and lust to quench a thirst brought on by the heat. 

And you definitely never mentioned that day to your dad either. Would feign that you just ‘simply forgot to tell him’ if it was brought up. 

Although, the mention of his name still makes your heart pound; forcing you to swallow the memories of the two of you…tangled up. There was a time and a place for everything…and standing near your father was not one of those times to get all flustered. 

You shake off the memories clouding your mind. Taking a step back and watching your dad throw in the giant tent he bought two years ago…and never used. 

“I’m surprised they’re coming.” You mumble after your dad closes the tailgate to his truck. 

“Why wouldn’t they?” Your dad asks, leaning against his truck briefly. 

You freeze again. Having meant to wonder inside your head instead of speaking out loud. 

“Hmm,” You sigh, putting your hands on your hips. “Just didn’t think senior citizens liked to swim, that's all.” You finally say, sarcasm dripping in your tone just to cover your ass from the real reason.

Your dad takes the bait. 

He laughs, hearty and full, reaching out to pinch the tip of your nose. “Now you better be nice to your dad or I’m leavin’ ya at the lake with only the tuna salad for lunch and dinner.” 

You yelp at the pinch on your nose, rubbing the sore spot before playfully smacking your dad across the arm. “Better be nice to your daughter or you’ll end up in a nursing home next year.” You tease, shooting him a glare. 

Your dad laughs again, waving you off as he walks back over to the front door to lock up the house. 

You take the time to get up into the passenger side of his truck. Buckling up before you check to make sure you have your essentials. Phone, tucked into the pocket of your linen shorts. You remember putting your wallet and keys into your tote bag so you can ignore the anxiety of forgetting them for now. Everything else you could think of was  packed inside your bag, so now all you had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride; and somehow enjoy being around a man you wanted more than you’ve ever wanted anything else in life. 

But maybe with the amount of people going to be there, thanks to your dad inviting the entire neighborhood and then some, you wouldn’t notice him at all. 

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That was just wishful thinking. 

The second you and your dad showed up to the lakeside, your nerves set in. Every vehicle that pulled up as you helped your dad set up for the day, sent a strike of lightning along your spine. Your heart pounds hard against your ribs and your fingers tremble as you expect to see his truck every time you stopped what you were doing and looked up. 

Every car that pulled up forced you to freeze. Every single time. But then you realize it’s not him, and that you’re not looking at his truck, so you try your hardest to return to normal. 

You do your best to keep yourself busy. As much as you possibly could anyway. Helping your dad prepare for the cookout, setting things up inside the large shelter sitting above the lake’s shore. 

Even with the sticky feeling of jumpiness clinging to you, you managed to say your hellos to those that you knew— and even to the ones you didn’t know. Telling everyone who showed up where they could find refreshments of every kind; water, sweet tea, soda, and beer. Doing your best to be a good host.

You had just settled into your skin once again when he finally showed up. You saw his truck a mile away. Right out of the corner of your eye. Watching as it rumbles down the road, turning your insides as hot as the pavement he steps out onto. 

You swallow hard, choking on the humidity of it all, as you try to ignore him. Turning your attention quickly to whoever was standing closest to you, initiating friendly conversation. 

You didn’t want to see him or how good he looked. And you certainly didn’t want to remember that moment; his lips on yours, or his calloused hands brushing everywhere along your body. You tried your hardest to forget the feeling of him slotted against your core, the taste of his name on your tongue…

But it was no use. 

The thought of it leaves you breathless and fuzzy. Remembering the feeling of him all too well and you blame the summer’s sun for making you damn near hallucinate. 

You hear your dad laughing behind you and you pray inside your mind that he just forgets about you. Just continues to rattle off his stories and not call you over— 

“Hey kid! Come over here for a minute!” Your dad yells over the soft roar of people and the music he had put on. 

Dammit. 

You excuse yourself to whoever you briefly stopped to speak to. Shoving that queasy, anxious feeling in your throat down into your stomach. You turn on your heel to make your way to where your dad stands, right next to the grill— right next to Tommy and Joel. 

The sound of your heart pounding in your chest was almost as loud as the sound of your flip flops echoing with every step you took, drawing closer and closer to the trio. 

“You remember my daughter, huh boys?” Your dad says, loud and proud. His hand pats on your shoulder as he reintroduces you to the Millers. 

“Hiya,” Tommy is the first to speak up, his hand lifting in the air for you to shake. You take his hand welcomingly, shaking it in greeting with a small smile on your face. “Nice to see ya again.” Tommy adds before he takes his hand back. 

You had tried your hardest not to look at him. 

Now it was unavoidable. 

You turn to Joel, who stands about as rigid as you feel. 

And fuck if Joel doesn’t look so damn good, just like you knew he would. He’s wearing a simple gray t-shirt, breathable and light for the summer’s sun, and god was he wearing swim trunks? Did he plan to swim? You can’t help but imagine him standing in the shallow end, water rolling down his bare chest, dark green swim trunks clinging to his thighs, making everything you desire just a little more pronounced and proud. The image of water clinging to his thighs makes you suck in a deep breath and you have to force yourself to remain indifferent as you stand next to your father.

Thank god you had a good poker face.

Tommy finally elbows Joel, knocking him— and yourself— out of the wind that had wrapped around the two of you. 

“Howdy,” Joel says, low and easy. He shifts around the simply wrapped box— a present for you?— and the six pack of beer in his hands, before he manages to stick his hand out for you to shake. 

You can already feel your fingers trembling as you lift your hand to meet his. Your fingers smooth down into his palm and your entire body hums with heat beneath your skin. You do your best not to shudder— or to remember the feel of his calloused hands on your body days ago. 

Thankfully though, before your mind can begin to replay every second of that day, Tommy laughs, patting his brother a little harder than he probably should have. 

“Forgive my older brother. He’s losin’ it.” Tommy hums, emphasizing the word “older” as he speaks about Joel. 

You jump at his voice and snatch your hand back quickly, laughing the interaction off with him. Trying your hardest to keep your heart inside your chest. 

Joel in response rolls his eyes and shakes off his little brother’s hand, taking his hand back down to his side. “You’re one to talk.” Joel gruffly says, elbowing Tommy back.

“C’mon boys, you’re both pretty!” Your dad jokes, laughing loudly as he joins in to the bickering of the brothers. 

Their playful arguing falls onto deaf ears as your mind shifts back to that day. Back to him. You’re close enough that you can smell his cologne again. He’s only an arms length away, maybe less. If it were just the two of you…you’re almost sure you’d reach out to him again. Pull him in as he lifts you up, kissing him like it was meant to be. 

You realize you’ve been staring at him for far too long, when he glances at you. 

Big eyes roam down the length of your body, taking in every revealing bit of skin that shows with the tank-top and pair of shorts you had slipped on over your bathing suit. 

You watch his jaw clench and his lips form a thin line as he stares into your eyes; as if he wants to say something but the laugh of Tommy and your dad echoing in the background, stops him. You two were not alone, and it would be best to remember that. Doesn’t stop the build up of heat bubbling under your skin, threatening to burst with his gaze settling all over your body though.  

Thankfully, out of the corner of your eye, a familiar face is saving you from the desire— or maybe it's embarrassment— threatening to swallow you up. 

“Ahaha,” You laugh awkwardly, a little too loudly, pointing over your shoulder in the direction of said familiar face. “Look! There’s Jesse, I’m gonna go say hi!” 

Your dad waves you off, letting you go without so much as a thought as he continues his chit-chat with his friends.

You flee under Joel’s gaze, rushing to Jesse’s side before you can think about it. 

“Jesse!” You shout, grabbing his arm and dragging him out from beneath the large shaded patio and around the corner of the building, out of sight. 

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Fuck, she looked good. 

Joel had tried his hardest to worm out of not going to the party. He wanted to enjoy time with his friend and his brother at a nice lake party but god knows he wasn’t gonna be able to focus on fuckin’ nothin’ with her around. It was bad enough he hadn’t talked to her since that day, he really tried to…just didn’t know how. Was scared he’d fuck something up…but by now, he surely has anyway. Lord knows he didn’t need anymore help fucking things up. 

But in the end, Tommy had convinced him to show up. Told him it would be all kinds of fun and a good day to take a break from their usual hardworking days; so Joel went, under the guise of just taking it ‘easy’. 

It was anything but easy. 

The second he stepped out of his truck, his skin turned hot to the touch, and not because of the sun. And just when he thinks the shade of the patio will cool him off, he sees you. 

Called over by your father, trotting up with tension only Joel probably notices. 

Fuck, she looked so damn good. 

His eyes travel along your body, that he didn’t want to admit he hadn’t stopped thinking about since that day, staring at any exposed skin that dared to show. You wore shorts and a light tank-top, but all he could think about was getting to see more of your thighs; or the way your tank-top dipped low enough to reveal some cleavage— peeking just over your swimsuit hiding beneath—that he hadn’t gotten a chance to see last time. 

It made his mouth water. 

Licking his lips a little as his eyes flutter while he looks over you. And he really wants to say something; anything. To tell you how pretty you look or to try to and make sense of what happened between the two of you but Tommy’s elbow is digging into his ribs and he’s quickly remembering where the two of you are at. 

He mumbles the softest of greetings, clearing his throat as Tommy teases him about his age. Joel rolls his eyes, remarking how Tommy is in the same damn boat he is, before her dad steps in. 

Joel tunes out most of the banter though, and returns his attention back to that pretty girl standing beside him. He just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 

Joel stares again. God, what he wouldn’t give to be alone with you right now. The way you slightly look up at him, your eyes skimming over his lips, he’d devour you right then and there if it was just the two of you. To lift you up into his arms, holding you as close as he could, whispering your name and his apologies like there was no tomorrow; if it meant he got to hear you call his name again. 

He can feel that scorching hum under his skin again, building up more and more, just like it had back in his kitchen a week ago— threatening to snap. 

Joel is pulled out of his…not so innocent thoughts at the sound of Tommy’s voice calling for him. His lips form a thin line as he realizes he’s been staring for too long. 

He licks his chapped lips, slowly blinking, finally gathering the nerve to strike up a friendly conversation with you, to ease into maybe getting you away and alone, but you’re turning away from him. Yelling after a tall, dark haired boy and running off. And before he knows it, you’re gone. Slipping right out of his grasp, leaving him behind. Forcing him to watch you drag…that boy…away, dragging him along awfully close right behind you. 

Jealousy pits in his stomach. Turning that sweet burn you set alight in him into a sour, puff of smoke. 

And he didn’t like that at fucking all.

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Jesse laughs as you yank him around the pillar of the patio; hiding out of sight, out of mind. “Oh hey dude, what’s up?” Jesse playfully hums, stumbling behind you as you jerk him around. 

“Ugh,” You groan, pressing your back against the stone of the patio wall. “So awkward…” You mutter under your breath, rubbing a hand over your face. 

Jesse lifts a dark eyebrow, peeking around the corner from where you had just dragged him from. “Your dad?” He asks. 

“Yeah…” You lie, yanking him back away from the opening of the door. “I just…can’t believe he invited this many people.” 

“This is nothing,” Jesse hums with another light hearted laugh, his arms crossing over his chest. “You were at my graduation. Now that was a party.” 

You roll your eyes, pinching his arm playfully, chuckling alongside your childhood friend. 

You had met Jesse when he and his family moved in two houses down from yours, when you were just five years old; and ever since, the two of you have been really close friends. Lived on the same street your entire childhood, went to the same school, everything— up until you left for further schooling and later your job. 

“C’mon…this is still a little too much. He’s acting like I’m gonna leave forever.” You sigh, glancing in the direction you had just fled from. 

You didn’t tell Jesse about your little…moment with Joel last week. Normally, you would’ve called him and spilled all of the details of what happened. Would’ve talked for hours, since Jesse was into that kind of gossip too, but this wasn’t just gossip. It was something that you needed to dissect alone. 

“I see you met Joel and Tommy too.” Jesse says as he moves to lean against the building beside you. “I’ve worked with Tommy a couple of times, he’s pretty cool.” 

You nod your head a little, picking at the hem of your beach shorts. “And…Joel?” You ask cautiously. Praying you don’t sound too intrigued, didn’t need Jesse’s keen ears picking up on what you were really asking. 

“Met him a few times too. Heard more stories from Tommy ‘bout him than anything. Seems like a good man though.” Jesse answers truthfully; unsuspecting.

You nod again, picking at your shorts a little harder. You didn’t need to hear it from Jesse to know Joel was in fact a good man; you had witnessed it first hand after all. 

Although, you had hoped to hear…juicer  details about Joel instead. Like what was his type? How did he like his coffee? Did he even like coffee? Was he seeing anyone else? You remember him telling you he’s divorced, and that it’s just been him and Sarah ever since but…after what the two of you did, did he not call you because he decided to find someone else? 

Your stomach drops at the thought but it’s quickly swept away— he most likely would’ve shown up with a partner today, if he had a new one, to solidify that he was no longer…thinking about you. 

You still had a chance. 

“You wanna get in the water?“ Jesse offers, cutting through your thoughts. He can clearly tell you’re distracted by something; thank god he can’t tell exactly what you’re distracted by though. 

“Please,” You sigh, nodding your head to his question, pushing yourself up and off the stone wall. “Anything to keep me away from my dad for a little bit.” 

You stumble back into the mouth of the lake shelter, ignoring your dad and…company, as best you can. Quickly, you dig through your bag you had brought and fish out a towel, turning swiftly back to Jesse and joining him in the short walk to the edge of the beach. You shed out of your shorts and tank-top, leaving you in your pretty, black and white bathing suit. 

You wade through the ripples of lakewater, pushing yourself forward until water sits just above your belly button. You groan softly at the coolness of the water, rubbing a hand across the back of your neck. God, this was much needed. After your brief run in with Joel, who easily set every inch of your body on fire, and standing in the Texas sun; the chill of the water was more than welcoming. Helping out your previously flushed body to return to normal, simmering the very bones beneath your skin. 

You and Jesse both take it easy once in the water. He asks you about your school and job, you ask him the same, before you two begin to retell stories from your childhood. That god awful teacher you both shared in seventh grade who almost failed the two of you because you purposely failed your math homework by writing the teacher’s name in every box. Not that you couldn’t pass it, just wanted to piss him off. You remember being grounded for a month. Or the time you and Jesse got into a fight with another group of kids in eighth grade; your dad was proud of you for that one. 

So many stories bounced back and forth before a voice cut through your laughter and happy memories. 

“Y’all wanna share with the class what’s so funny?” Tommy asks from his spot on the beach. His arms are crossed over his chest, his shirt discarded, and he dawns a smirk the size of Texas itself. 

“Nothin’ you’d find funny, old timer.” Jesse replies with a softer laugh, standing up and moving slightly closer to the edge of the shallow end, holding out his hand for Tommy to shake. 

Tommy takes his hand and shakes it, a grin still settled on his face as he lets go, and walks into the water beside Jesse. 

“Well shit, I wasn’t born yesterday kid,” Tommy teases as he stands beside you and Jesse. “Doubt you’ve done anything as bad as I have when I was your age.” He says, far too proudly than he probably should be. 

You chuckle at his words, shrugging slightly as you and Jesse share a glance; before Jesse goes into detail about the time he pranked his senior teacher by leaving dead fish in his yard. 

You don’t mean too, but you’ve tuned out the boy talk again. Just nodding your head as they speak, swapping their own stories, but every word bounces off your thick, inattentive skull. 

Couldn’t help it, not when you knew if Tommy was near…Joel was somewhere close by too. 

“She’s not even listening…” 

You hear the words ever so faintly, echoing in the back of your mind, but before you can fake your way into making it out like you were actually listening, a wave of water splashes against your upper half. Jerking back a little at the water droplets hitting your face, you blink rapidly at the culprit who just splashed you– Jesse.

“Oh it is on, Jesse.” You hiss, knowing his intentions of wanting to start a war. Your hand just dips under the surface to break the water and send a wave crashing at him, but he holds up a hand to stop you in your tracks. 

“We settle this like men. Chicken.” Jesse dares, his eyes narrowed. 

You roll your eyes at his challenge, hand still at the ready to splash him. “We’re not twelve, dude. Who’s gonna lift us up?” 

Tommy claps Jesse’s shoulder, claiming his stake in this game of war. “Might hurt my back a little, but I’ll do it.” Tommy laughs, joking about his back as if he were a grandpa of several years.

You stare at the two men, clearly outnumbered and a little irritated about Tommy, who so easily jumped at the chance to join up with Jesse. “What about me then?” You ask with a sarcastic tone. 

Tommy doesn’t skip a beat. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder, grinning as wide as he can, as he gestures towards the other participant awaiting lakeside. 

Joel. 

Joel stands in the sand at just the edge of where the lake water meets the sandy beach, watching you with a gaze you can’t quite read from your spot in the water. His shirt is still on but now he holds a beer in his hand. Two fingers casually wrap around the bottle's cool neck, but Tommy’s words and your eyes on him has him freezing in his spot…as if he had settled with just watching you mess around. Keeping his distance, but close enough he could continue to yearn for you from afar. 

Joel coughs, trying his best to avoid your eye, embarrassed how Tommy basically just ratted him out. “I dunno Tommy…I’m too old for this shit anymore.”

Tommy and Jesse share a laugh but you barely manage to breathe, staring at Joel as he stays still. 

“You got one thing right,” Tommy hums, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re old!” 

Joel rolls his eyes and you feel your stomach drop at his irritation. 

“C’mon now, grandpa! You promised to have some fun! Now come here and have some damn fun!” Tommy says, motioning for Joel to join them.

Joel remains quiet. His fingers anxiously shift along the beer bottle. You can tell in his mind he’s weighing his options; he could refuse, but then he’d seem like the biggest asshole ever after what happened between you two…or he could join, and fight to keep his thoughts “innocent” while your body was on his once more. 

“If it’s alright with her.” Joel finally says, nodding his head in your direction. 

If you hadn’t been holding your breath before, you were now. 

The thought of him touching your body after everything that has happened in the short time since you both arrived— it made your skin boil in anticipation. You had wanted it so badly, to feel him touch you again, but this time it would be nothing but friendly with the sea of eyes on the two of you. 

But it would be enough. 

You slowly nod back and that’s all it takes. 

Joel sticks his beer upright into the sand, keeping it nestled just enough to stop it from spilling while it’s unattended, then he grabs the hem of his shirt. He tosses the gray cloth into the sand next to his beer before greeting you in the water. 

It was hard taking your eyes off of him. Jesse, while your childhood friend, was still very easy on the eye. Can’t even deny Tommy being just as handsome as well but Joel? Fuck, he was different, in every way. Your heart beat faster around him, body hummed with electricity like you had never felt before. And he certainly was the most attractive man you had ever laid your eyes on. 

He stands tall over you, eyes narrowed down the curve of his pretty nose. The tease of gray in his dark beard shimmers under the Texas sun, along with the curls at the nape of his neck. He looked just as good as the day you met him on the side of the road. Looked even better when those big brown eyes of his were full blown, lusting after you. 

And again, if the two of you had been alone— you would’ve kissed him right then and there, drawing out that lust that you had encountered a week ago.

“You ready?” Joel asks softly. 

You wet your lips before giving him another sure nod. 

Joel smiles reassuringly, sinking just below the water’s surface, holding his hand out for you to use to stabilize yourself as you get up on his shoulders. 

You take it hesitantly, pressing your fingers gently into the curve of his palm before you seat yourself quickly along his shoulders, retrieving your hand. Once seated and okay, Joel lifts you and himself out of the water, returning to stand up and prepare to play the game.  

You run your fingers through his wet hair, under the guise of keeping the soaked tips out of his eyesight. Briefly imagining what it would be like if he just turned his head a little to the side; his lips brushing your inner thighs as they sit snug atop his shoulders. 

A rush of pleasure strikes your core at the thought of him eating you out. Pushing your bathing suit to the side, his tongue dancing against your clit. Would he finger you too? Could he please you with just his tongue? You don’t have time to think of an answer when Jesse is calling your name, ripping you out of your endless thoughts once again. 

“3, 2, 1…go!” Jesse shouts, he and Tommy both lunging forward to take on you and Joel. 

Focusing on the game now, your hands raise to grab ahold of Jesse’s hands as he seeks to throw you off first. You lean back but hold tight to him, and thanks to Joel’s hands settling on your shins, he keeps you from falling. 

You push back against Jesse’s weight, which almost does nothing to move him. Joel helps though, hefting you forward and causing Tommy to stumble back this time. A smile cracks your face as you take the upperhand. 

It doesn’t last long though once Tommy regains his footing. Jesse and you struggle back and forth for several minutes; taking every chance you could get to try and win. You’re putting up a damn good fight, and if Joel wasn’t the one keeping you upright, you’re sure you would’ve lost a long time ago. 

You two made a really good fucking team. 

You pull your elbows in tight, tensing every inch of your muscles and giving Jesse one final pushback. And with that last shove, Tommy’s footing slips beneath him and Jesse goes crashing into the waves below. You laugh, raising your arms up in victory just as Jesse comes up for air. 

“Hell yeah!” You cheer, laughing as Jesse wipes his face and gasps for air after his tumble into the waves. “I’ll always be the Queen when it comes to a game of chicken!” 

Tommy and Joel both chuckle at your victory, even Jesse cracks a small smirk as he admits his defeat. 

You’re too wrapped up in cheering for your win to notice Joel getting just that much closer to the water. And with just a little toss, Joel sends you to meet the ripples of water beneath. 

You’re swallowed up by the lake water, tumbling under the surface briefly as you try to regain your footing— before breaking above the water’s surface. You flail around for a split second, still caught entirely off guard from your betrayal, trying to take in your surroundings. 

When you finally gather your bearings, Tommy and Jesse both laugh from their spots on the sideline. 

“You ass!” You yell in Joel’s direction, wiping your hair out of your eyes. 

“Mmm, hey now,” Joel drawls, lighthearted and warm like the sun. “You kinda deserved it.” He adds, a smile splintering on his own lips. 

Ah, it was a little normal again. 

Joel takes a moment to retrieve his beer, taking a hearty sip from the bottle before wading back out towards you. 

He holds his hand out to you, the simple gesture sending your heart abuzz once again, but instead of accepting it right away, you splash him. Sending water up against his chest and face. He stumbles at the surprise and you take the opportunity to give him a little taste of his own medicine– yanking on his hand and sending him down below the water’s surface while you rise to your feet. 

When Joel returns from his own dip, he stares up at you, spitting out water he likely inhaled in his fall. 

You laugh but the smile forming on his face, canines peeking over the curl of his lip, surely meant trouble for you. 

His hand scoops forward and he sends a wave crashing in your direction but you dodge it, seeing it coming. He’s quick onto his feet for a man his age, chasing after you to get his sought out revenge, another splashing war beginning. 

You flee, wading through the water that comes up to your stomach, stepping off to the side, around Jesse and Tommy in an attempt to stop Joel in his tracks. 

“C’mere sweetheart!” Joel calls, damn near right behind you. 

You glance over your shoulder to see Jesse and Tommy parting, letting Joel sweep between them to get his pay back. He’s close enough now to send another splash against your back, sending chills across your shoulders and down your spine. 

“You guys suck!” You yell at the two bystanders, breaking out in a giggling fit once Joel’s hand grabs hold of your arm and he easily tugs you back towards him. 

He tosses you over his shoulder, hand tightly wrapped around your thigh to keep you from squirming out of his grip. Your hands slide down his damp back, half assed pushing against his skin to try and escape. 

Won’t admit the butterflies dancing around your stomach as he hauls you around like it’s fucking easy to him. 

Joel carries the two of you out a little deeper into the water, attempting to toss you back into the water but you drag him down with you at the last second. 

Both of you sink below the surface, hands grasping at each other to try and keep the other under water even longer. You manage to slip away somehow, rising out of the water and back onto your feet but Joel just continues to chase you. You laugh, soft and sweet, as the two of you playfully mess around. Taking turns in splashing each other or chasing each other around the water. 

It was as if the two of you had never been separated in the first place. As if things were normal, enjoyable, between you both. Truly, as if you were just…better off together. 

You don’t know when it happens, sometime in your struggle to get to the shore probably, but Joel sits against the sand in a more shallow spot; while you sit snugly in his lap. 

He laughs with you, easy and hearty— a true, genuine laugh. A large hand settles on your hip, thumb rubbing into your skin. His gaze is heavy and hot, hotter than the sun, as his warm eyes flick from yours to the plump of your bottom lip. Joel stares at your lips, making it obvious as to what he wants, his own lips still curled up in a smirk. His thumb presses heavy into your skin and you’re suddenly made aware of every touch the two of you share. 

His hand grasping your waist. Your own hands pressed against his chest that once kept you from falling, but now just tenderly brush against him. Could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath your fingers; a little happy that it matched your own wild beating heart. You feel his strong thighs against the back of yours as you sit in his lap. But the most prominent feeling was the tent, slowly growing between your slightly parted thighs, rubbing up into you. 

You shiver at the feeling. This time, the water does nothing to cool you off.

And just as suddenly, the both of you realize what’s going on…what shouldn’t be going on in front of others. The world around the two of you comes crashing down like a giant tsunami. 

You scramble from your seated position, quickly backing up into the depths of the water and back up onto your feet. Joel does the same but in the opposite direction. His eyes are wide and his grip tightens around the beer bottle, most likely full of lake water by now, as he tries his hardest not to look at you. 

After a few, intense heartbeats, he clears his throat. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, turning away from the entire group staring at him. “I’m gonna go get another beer.” Joel mutters, sharp and curt like a knife cutting an object. He doesn’t wait for anyone else to speak before he leaves the water, stepping up the hill without another word. 

And he’s gone before your eyes, disappearing into the patio. 

After a few more agonizingly, hard and  thrashing heartbeats, Tommy clears his throat. You avoid his gaze as he walks past you and out of the water, grabbing Joel’s discarded shirt, and following after his brother. 

“So…older men, huh?” Jesse’s voice cuts through the blood pounding in your ears. 

You jump at his voice. Shaking your head, putting up your hands in an attempt to divert Jesse and his questions. “Jesse, please don’t.”

“Oh please, Shorty,” Jesse says, rolling your childhood nickname off his tongue. “We’re not gonna talk about what just happened?” 

“I’d rather not.” You shakily breathe, running a hand over your damp hair as you make your way to land. You park yourself against the sand, back facing the patio where the brothers had walked off to, feet barely still in the water when Jesse is already at your side the second you sit down. 

He sits briefly in silence next to you, digging his fingers lightly into the sand beside him. He stays quiet, letting it stretch between the two of you; the sound of laughter and the soft crash of lake water filling the gaps. 

“Well,” Jesse finally says after what feels like maybe two minutes of silence; it was all he could give you— he couldn’t wait any longer to know the details. “Figured you’d be into guys…your age.” He teases, his shoulder knocking against yours. 

“Ugh, Jesse,” You whine, hands pressing against your face. You can feel your face flushing a dark red, hot beneath your fingertips. “You’re so nosey.” You grumble. Embarrassed beyond embarrassed under his gaze and questions. 

“After that!? Yeah, I’m gonna be fuckin’ nosey dude!” Jesse laughs in disbelief. As if he can’t really believe that someone he had known for so long and called his best friend, just basically dry humped a man twice her age. 

“So, give me the details.” He adds, knocking his knuckles gently against your knee. 

You groan, lowering your hands into your lap after a second. You anxiously pick at your nails, glancing over at Jesse. “It’s nothing really. Literally it was just a one time thing—“ You start to retell but Jesse interrupts you. 

“One time!?” Jesse barks and you shush him wildly, hitting his bicep to try and keep him from screaming your secrets to the rest of the world.

“Shhh! Shut up!” You shush him again, embarrassment turning the tips of your ears a dark red now. “Oh my god, Jesse! This isn’t public knowledge for the entire fuckin’ neighborhood to know about!” You hiss under your breath so no one around can hear you, just like you hoped they hadn’t heard Jesse. 

Jesse laughs again, his eyes wide as he glances over you and then over his shoulder, surveying the area before returning to the conversation. “Fuck, seriously, what haven’t you been telling me!” Jesse muses with a smirk. “Move to a big city and suddenly you can’t tell your best friend about the man waiting back home for ya and that you’ve been sleeping with him? Shit dude!” Jesse laughs again, shaking his head. 

“Jesse,” You groan, hitting his arm again. “I told you, it’s not like that. It was a one time thing. It happened last week—“

“Last week! God, you hate me don’t you. You don’t wanna tell me nothin’ anymore, huh?” Jesse says in feigned  shock, shaking his head. 

“Ugh.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at the dramatic man. “I don’t hate you. Again, it wasn’t supposed to be a known thing! A one time thing.” You reiterate with a defeated glance towards Jesse, who is still smiling away. 

You watch as Jesse tries his hardest to put together any dots you may have left out. You take the second of quietness to calm yourself, wondering exactly what you could tell him and what you really shouldn’t. 

Jesse beats you to it though. “So…” He starts after the brief silence. “Was he a good fuck?” 

“Jesse!” You shout, flamed cheeks once again as you hit his shoulder. You don’t know how many more times you could yell his name before he stopped asking you the most embarrassing questions known to man. 

“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He laughs, rubbing his arm after that last hit. 

You take his word, ignoring his cheerful gaze, turning to stare out at the ripples of lake water. You don’t really want to continue talking about it but you know Jesse won’t give up until he gets all the details— so you wait for him to keep asking you questions. 

After a moment, he finally speaks up again. “Does he know that it was just a one time thing though? From the looks of it, he’s still waaaaay into you.” Jesse points out, his face turning a little more…sorrowful, as he looks at you; as if he feels bad about your current situation. 

“Huh, could’ve fooled me.” You respond, pressing your fingers into the wet sand. You semi-play with the sand beneath you, sighing heavily as you remember the ghosted feeling you sat with for days. That loneliness that cradled you, the emptiness without him. 

“It really wasn’t planned. Just happened. And then…we didn’t talk. It’s obviously a little complicated.” You croak, kicking at the water splashing around your feet. 

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Fuck. Shit. God dammit. 

He had gotten too carried away. 

The awkwardness between the two of you had faded so quickly, he just couldn’t help it. Falling into a smooth rhythm of laughs, stolen glances, and soft intimate touches; until you were in his lap. 

It just happened. Wasn’t planned at all he just— fuck felt so goddamn comfortable with someone in that way for the first time in so fucking long. 

Like it was…just easy. 

Joel stumbles up into the patio, dodging people and ignoring faces he didn’t know or care about, heading straight for the cooler. He tosses the water filled bottle into the nearby trash can before digging into the cooler for another beer. He’s just fishing another bottle out of the ice and popping off the cap when Tommy is coming up quickly to his side. 

“What the fuck was that?” Tommy retorts, an eyebrow hitched in confusion towards the sky as he stares at his older brother. 

“Nothin’.” Joel responds, lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a heavy chug off the bitter beer. 

A lie that made his heart ache with regret as soon as he spoke. At this point, it definitely wasn’t just nothing to him. Or to her. 

Fuck, he’d rather be shooting whiskey. 

“That didn’t look like nothin’, Joel.” Tommy scoffs under his breath, casting glances over his shoulder to make sure a certain someone’s dad didn’t come over and hear the conversation. 

Joel finishes the beer far too quickly, tossing his trash away and reaching for another he’ll leisurely sip on now that a buzz, not created by you, sets in under his skin. He slams the lid to the cooler shut, turning to face Tommy but he’s unable to truly look his little brother in the eye. “Tommy, don’t. I said it’s nothin’.” Joel grunts, another lie that made his heart ache, stepping to the side to try and go around Tommy. 

“When I told you to have more fun…didn’t expect you to be messin’ around, big brother.” Tommy teases, stepping in front of Joel as he tries to flee. 

Joel rolls his eyes, already sipping on the new beer. He’d need at least 10 more to get any kind of real buzz to deal with Tommy and his prying eye. 

“I’m not messin’ around. It’s just, fuck, I dunno, complicated.” Joel finally huffs, tilting his head down so his eyes settle on the concrete of the patio. “Just drop it, a’right?” 

Tommy laughs, shaking his head as he stares at Joel; who is trying his damn hardest not to be seen. “Alright, alright. Just hope you know what you’re doin’ old man.” Tommy teases, lifting a hand to light heartedly tap Joel on the shoulder. 

Joel shakes his hand off. Annoyed with his little brother but his irritation wouldn’t get to last long when her father was coming over to the both of them. A smile on his face as he stalks up to his friends. 

“Look what the water spit out!” He says, chuckling as he takes in Joel’s soaking wet appearance. “Go for a lil swim? Water alright?” 

Joel nods curtly, responds really only with another good sip off his beer. 

“Oh the water is certainly alright.” Tommy sarcastically rolls, answering for Joel, laughing alongside her father. 

Joel narrows his eyes at his little brother. Knowing that if he was a little younger, and somewhere else, he and Tommy would’ve traded brotherly punches instead of words, for the shit he was pulling. 

“Well enough playin’ around boys, foods ready!” Her dad says, patting both Tommy and Joel on the back briefly before he heads off to fetch the rest of the crew. 

“Keep your mouth shut, Tommy. I’m fuckin’ serious.” Joel curses under his breath at his brother, who simply laughs in his face at his threat. 

“Don’t worry big brother,” Tommy starts, donning a large smile on his face. “My lips are sealed.”  

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Jesse doesn’t say anything after you admit that Joel never bothered to give you the time of day after what happened. He just frowns and actually gives you the moment of silence, letting everything soak in; for you, and him. 

Before he can console you in some type of Jesse fashion, a booming voice cuts between your gossip. 

“Come eat y’all!” Your dad’s voice rings out over the roar of the crowd; calling anyone and everyone back to the patio for food. 

“Let’s go eat.” Jesse hums, standing up and offering you his hand without a second thought. 

You smile a little, accepting his offer and letting him hoist you to your feet once more. You both turn in sync towards the patio for the food your dad calls out for. 

You suddenly realize how hungry you are. If you were in a damn cartoon, you’re sure the smell of food would be carrying you off on a thick fog, straight to the source. 

As you begin to climb the small incline, Jesse leans in close to whisper a final thought about the situation. “From your reaction though…he definitely was good, wasn’t he?” Jesse mumbles under his breath. 

You gasp, preparing to shove Jesse for his statement but he’s already running away, laughing loudly as he goes. He leaves you behind with another flush spreading across your face. But, thankfully, the tension that had taken hold of your shoulders eases, and you remember why he’s your best friend. 

“Asshole!” You shout, laughing as you chase after him. 

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Hours pass by, the feeling of normalcy returning to the air around you. Somewhat, anyway. Joel certainly avoided you after what happened in the water— didn’t need another…incident happening where your father could see and complicate everything just that much more. 

And you did your best to avoid Tommy too, even under his amused, prying gaze across the room. 

On any other day, you’d probably laugh at the sight of Tommy trying his hardest to get Joel to talk to you. Like a mother bird trying to push her children out of the nest to learn to fly and live. But it wasn’t that simple this time. 

After everyone finished eating, you and Jesse helped your dad out before running off to do whatever else was needed. Passing out drinks, ice cream, anything anyone may need before you both ended up, tucked away at a corner table in the patio, playing games. Started off with card games, some puzzles, before you both decided on playing a few board games. 

Your dad had gone off to set up the tent since it was getting late, while you and Jesse stayed behind and shared a couple of drinks and laughs. 

The rest of the evening goes by quickly. Jesse doesn’t ask for any further details about your little run in with Joel, for now. You know that once you leave, he’ll be calling your phone and making you spill before you ever step off the plane. 

After a nice buzz settles in, the moon hanging high up into the night sky, Jesse says goodnight, planning to head to his own tent. 

“Don’t stay up too late now.” Jesse warns sarcastically, smiling as he waves goodbye. 

You roll your eyes before flipping him off as a way of saying your own goodnight, watching as he leaves you in solitary. You clean up any trash left around the table or inside the patio, tossing it in the nearest garbage can. Packing the games up next, shoving them back into your bag before setting it on top of the table for you to grab later. You walk over to one of the openings of the lake shelter, staring out at the moon and the stars hanging above the dark curtain of water.

Deciding that yeah, after the long ass day you’ve just had, you could use some quiet time by the water; especially now that the beach was completely empty. 

You leave behind your belongings and walk to the edge of the lakeside once more, sitting down on a stone ledge somewhere further off to the side, solely so your feet could still touch the water. 

After eating, you had changed out of your swimsuit and into some fresh clothes. So you didn’t plan to go into the water this time, just wanted to let your feet soak for a little while. Without the sun's warmth, the water has turned just a little too chilly for your liking anyway. 

What a day. 

Running into Joel, feeling that energy you both had felt the first time you had met. The hum that draws you to him, like he was a damn magnet. 

You think back on Jesse’s words about Joel and how he clearly still had…some feelings for you. And you almost want to believe it but you’d rather hear it straight from the source. Or experience that feeling of need and want once again. 

“Want some company?” A southern drawl echoes behind you, pulling you from your thoughts of everything that happened today.  

And suddenly your body crawls with a summer’s heat, as if the sun still shines down onto your skin. 

You slightly turn to face the man, glancing over your shoulder in the direction of his voice. And there he stands, the man you couldn’t keep your damn mind off of; Joel. 

He has also changed out of his bathing suit. Now standing in just his simple gray shirt and a pair of jeans. How he always wore jeans in this Texas heat, you don’t know. But you couldn’t imagine him really just wearing shorts either. 

He holds that simple little box you had seen him show up with too. Your gut feeling was right, it must’ve been a gift for you. Maybe it was a parting gift; his last goodbye.

At least he’d look good walking away. 

The moon bathed him in a sweet glow. Making the silver in his hair catch strays of light, glittering in the darkness like he was a star himself. 

You manage to smile at him then. It was just the two of you, and if he finally wanted to talk…you wanted the closure too. So you give him a nod, scooting further along the stone ledge you sit on, making room for him. 

Joel discards the boots he’s wearing, rolling up the bottom half of his jeans too before sitting down next to you. Making sure his jeans don’t get wet but he could also join you in just relaxing in the water. 

Neither of you say anything though. Not for a while anyway. You two just sit there, soaking up the silence and the soft lull of waves while Joel strums his fingers along the top of the box. Debating on whether to give it to you or not.

Joel’s the first to break the built up silence with a clear of his throat. 

“So,” He starts, gruffer than usual. He was trying to steel himself…trying his hardest not to feel too many things. “How are you?” He finally asks. 

Startled by the question, you tear your eyes from the lake to glance at the older man. And you can easily read the nervousness wrinkling his face. It makes you laugh, seeing him fret like it was all too much. Breaking into a fit of giggles as your own anxiety is semi washed away. 

“What?” Joel asks with a worried, confused look. As if he’s second guessing what he said, thinking maybe he said something wrong. 

You laugh just a little bit longer, wiping a few tears from the corners of your eyes, before finally calming down. “Nothing, nothing,” You say, giggling just a little more before sucking in a breath. “It was just…unexpected is all.” 

Joel sighs before giving you a smile, the tension easing out of his shoulders as he relaxes. He managed to chuckle a little with you even. 

“You laugh all pretty like, ya know? Reminds me of wind chimes.” Joel hums, catching your gaze. 

You blush at his compliment. You want to hide your face from his tender gaze but something inside of you keeps your eyes on him; you didn’t want to look away, especially if this was going to be the last time you saw him. 

Joel shifts a little awkwardly as silence threatens to swallow the two of you up again but he didn’t want to allow that to happen. 

“Uh, made you this.” Joel softly says, holding up the box for you to take. 

You eye the box curiously, searching the present and then his face, before you timidly take the item out of your hand. Forcing yourself not to shiver as your fingers brush against his. 

You turn the gift over in your hands, slipping the plain white ribbon off of the container and lifting the lid to examine its contents. 

Inside sits a small wooden bird, barely the size of your palm. You remove it from the nest of newspaper Joel likely shredded to keep it from knocking around inside the box too much, taking a better look at the wooden bird. It was delicate and small. Well made and clearly hand crafted, as if Joel had carved it himself.

“It’s a swallow.” Joel hums, his eyes watching over you. He doesn’t even look at the craft he made, could care less about it. He just wants to look at you. 

“You…made this?” You ask tenderly, eyebrows furrowing as you stare at the craftsmanship. 

Joel nods, his lips a thin smile. He leans forward, rubbing the palm of his hand with his thumb, continuing to stare at you. “Mhm. Had more than a few sleepless nights this past week so I just…made it. Figured you'd like it darlin’.” 

Tears prick up in your eyes, threatening to spill over the second he admits to making the pretty bird for you. You have to force yourself to hold the tears back, nodding just slightly back to him in thanks. You bite down to keep your lip from wobbling as you gently tuck the small swallow back into its nesting box, closing the lid and setting it right beside you. 

After a few seconds of silence, you sigh deeply. The joy of your shared laughter slowly disappears as the tension of anxiety returns. 

“Joel,” You murmur his name, short and sweet, bringing your knees up to your chest. “What are we?” You finally ask. Needing an answer, no matter the outcome. 

Would it hurt if he pushed you away? Oh fuck yeah. It would hurt like hell. And for a long time but you’d eventually get over it. But it wasn’t like you two were together now. There was just…such a strong connection between the two of you, like you had never felt before. Like you were meant to be together. Maybe it was something like love at first sight but no matter; you’d move on, eventually. 

But on the slim chance he made things official…well, you’d be more than happier to give it all a try. No matter if it was “taboo” or not. 

Joel winces at your words. As if he had been trying to avoid the topic for as long as possible. As if he wanted to stay in this little fantasyland with you for just a little longer. 

“Darlin’,” He rasps, reaching out a hand towards you but he stops short on actually touching you. Fingers just hanging into the air, itching to hold you. “You know this is… not a good idea.” 

“I don’t care.” You argue, narrowing your eyes at him. You can feel your brow tilt in irritation. You knew he’d try his hardest to get you to see it “his way” but that didn’t mean you’d just accept it lying down. 

“I know you don’t,” Joel sighs, taking his hand back and wiping it across his face in slight annoyance. He knew this wouldn’t be an easy conversation. “But you should. Whatever this is…I just don’t want to hold you back. No matter how badly I want it sweetheart.”  Joel whispers, soft but firm.

Knowing Joel wants you just as bad as you wanted him— the thought rushes every ounce of blood to your head. You shake your head quickly, turning more of your body to him. “Hold me back, how? From what?” 

“You know how,” Joel says, avoiding your gaze as you stare at him. His resolve would crumble almost immediately if he looked into your eyes right then and there. “I’m older, darlin’. You’re young and pretty. Should be partying and havin’ the time of your damn life. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with ya. Not like that young, tall fella would.” 

You can hear the jealousy dripping in his tone. The sour taste of his words in your own mouth as you repeat them inside your head. 

“Fella? What, who?” You puzzle, racking your brain for names of every man you’ve ever met. One look at his tensed face reveals to you exactly who he means; the man who you had been with the entire day. “Jesse?” You bark out, laughing in disbelief at Joel’s suggestion. 

“Yeah him,” Joel bitterly says, rubbing his thumb a little harder into his palm. “He’d treat you right and I saw the way he talked to you all day long. His energy, jokes, all of it, he’d be better off for ya than I—“

“Joel!” You interrupt in the middle of his ranting, shaking your head at his attempt to set you up with your best friend. “Jesse is already promised. He has a girlfriend he definitely plans on marrying one day. Plus, we’re just friends. And I’ve never seen him more than that.” 

Joel’s jaw clenches as he realizes his jealousy has gotten the better of him. Couldn’t see past his bitterness to think about how maybe the two of you were really just friends. And you think maybe this is it, the moment he finally gives in, but it more or less just takes him further from your grasp. 

“Doesn’t matter. Still too old for ya and you’d be happier with someone younger. You’d forget about me in a month anyway.” Joel dryly chuckles. Lying through his damn teeth. 

And it pisses you off. 

“Ugh!” You groan, pushing yourself up and off the ledge. Sending yourself splashing into the very shallows of the lake water. “Quit treating me like a child who can’t make her own choices! I’m not fuckin’ thirteen!” You shout but only loud enough for just the two of you to hear. 

Joel watches you as you jerk to your feet. His once tense face drops to a more concerned and shocked look. He definitely had not expected this outburst. Figured that you’d both say what needed to be said, then go your separate ways, licking your wounds and moving on. 

“I’m not tryin’—“ Joel starts but you silence him with just a look as you turn to face him fully. 

“I know what you’re doing.” You snap softly, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.  “And I don’t care. Your age doesn’t matter to me. I can make my own choices and my choice is you. I want you, Joel. And I know you want it too.” 

Joel’s breath catches in his throat at your words; at his name. It throws him completely back against a wall. His entire argument quickly crumbles down to nothing but dust. You watch him worry on his lip in a last ditch effort to keep himself from entirely giving in. 

You take one step towards him, returning from your anger to the softness you usually were. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.” You whisper, fingers trembling, chest quickly beginning to rise and fall, as you take one more step forward. Placing yourself between his parted legs, lifting your hand to press gently against his chest. “That hum beneath your skin. Like we’re meant to be. You can’t deny that.” 

Joel swallows, hard. Hard enough you can see the bob of his Adam’s apple; even as you stand above him now. Your eyes trail along his face, from his eyes to the easing of the wrinkles in his face. The slight twitch of his lips as he tries to find any words to say to get you—

No, himself to change his mind. 

Finally he settles on just three easy words; “Say it again.” He mutters under his breath. His entire body tensing as he sits on edge, waiting in anticipation for you to repeat your confirmation of wanting him. 

You stand firm between his thighs, squaring off your shoulders to give him the visual that you meant business. Your hand skims across his chest, pushing your fingers up and around to the back of his neck. You caress him there gently, thumb brushing along his jaw. 

“I fucking want you, Joel Miller. No one else. Just you.” 

Joel snaps. His resolve shatters the second the words leave your lips. You barely manage to confirm that you in fact, wanted him more than anything, before he rushes up into you. His hands settle heavy on the curve of your ass, pulling your body flush into his as he captures your lips. 

And just like you were really meant to be, you fold into him. Melt into the kiss like it’s the first time, all over again. The grip on his neck brings him just that much closer, pressing his lips into yours even more. 

His tongue presses against your bottom lip and you gasp, shivering at his touch.

God how you missed his taste. 

“Do you know how fuckin’ hard it is,” Joel mumbles against your lips, using his grip on your body to thrust your hips into his own. “To hold back around you? Fuck, can’t think of nothin’ but you.” He admits, slipping his hand just beneath the edge of your shorts. His fingers press into the soft line of your underwear, teasing you as he devours you. 

Your fingers tangle into the curls of his hair lying at the nape of his neck. Panting as he steals your breath away, kissing him with just as much vigor. 

“Fuck baby,” Joel groans, slipping his fingers beneath your underwear, gripping your ass in a tight grip. His tongue presses into yours, rolling in sync with every rut of his hips. “Have no idea what you do to me, do ya? Drive me fuckin’ crazy when you blink those pretty eyes up at me. Want you so bad it hurts.” 

You whine, grinding your body into his, finally breaking for air. He tilts your head to the side with his free hand where his lips don’t stop. Joel scrapes his teeth against the soft of your throat, planting a hot, open mouth kiss against your pulse. 

“Watching you prance around in that damn swimsuit…watching you laugh with another man, shit.” Joel growls, clearly still jealous that you spent the day with Jesse and not him. His hand travels around to the front of your body, fingers pushing fast down into the front of your shorts. His palm lays hot and heavy against your womb, while his fingers slip and circle over your clit. 

“Joel.” You squeak, tugging on his hair to detach him from your neck, and to stop his fingers from advancing further. “We’re still…out in the open.” 

Joel’s eyes flick across every inch of your face, as if he’s giving you the brief moment to change your mind— to flee before things went too far to turn back. But when you don’t move away, Joel nods just a little. He removes his hand from beneath your shorts, trailing his fingers up across the sensitive skin of your stomach before he places his hand on your hip. 

“You sure?” Joel whispers softly, wanting just another small confirmation that this is what you wanted. 

You laugh just a little, moving to grab at his hand on your hip, intertwining your fingers into his and giving him a soft squeeze. 

“More than fucking sure. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” You chuckle a little, bringing his hand up to your lips. You place a kiss to the back of his hand, seeking out the warmth of his skin. 

“Guess I don’t baby.” Joel responds, a smile turning his lips up. His other hand reaches up and pushes some hair back behind your ear, trailing the tips of his fingers down and along your jaw. “I wanna find out though.” 

Joel uses your hand in his to pull you back into him, leaning to capture your lips hastily once again. You share another deep, passionate kiss before Joel breaks it this time. He turns, continuing to hold your hand in a tight and sure grip, like he planned to never let you go again, as he steps up onto the ledge he had been sitting on. 

“C’mon darlin’.” Joel encourages, easily lifting you up and over the lip as well.

Sand under your feet once more, Joel leans down to grab his discarded items and the gift he had made you, before he’s leading you up the hill. He leads you through the patio, where you briefly stop to grab your own items, trying to contain your laughter. Acting like a teenager sneaking off for the first time. 

With your things gathered, Joel continues to lead you to his truck. Entering the small camping/tenting area, where you and Joel silently sneak past the tent he and Tommy had built up earlier. Praying he was dead asleep as Joel opens the back passenger door for you, letting you be the first one to slip into the back of the truck. 

After Joel climbs in after you, he locks the doors. Hoping under the night sky, you two would be less visible to the outside world. If anything, he’d start shoving his clothes into the slightly tinted windows to keep any unwanted attention away. 

As soon as the doors are locked, Joel is grabbing your body and dragging you back to him.  

You smile, biting back a laugh as Joel’s hands return all over your body. He yanks you into his lap, kissing up your neck as your hands settle back onto his shoulders, twirling little bits of his hair. 

“Been wantin’ you so bad.” Joel whispers, nipping at your sensitive skin. His hands run up on the outside of your thighs, shoving the very tips of his fingers up and under the back of your tank-top. He smooths hot hands against your back, flushing your body even closer into his. “I’ve been nothin’ but a fuckin’ ass.” 

Joel leans back just a little to catch your eye, staring up into your face as you sit just a little above him while in his lap. Wanted you to know he was genuine in his feelings. 

“Mm, yeah, kinda.” You agree. A laugh slipping from your lips at the eyeroll you receive from the older man. 

“Let me make it up to ya baby.” Joel states, matter of fact with no room for an argument. He was going to make it up to you, one way or another. His fingers knead gently into your back reassuring that this, that you, were what he wanted. And he didn’t want to lose you. Big brown eyes level up at you. 

You shudder at his words, your grip tightening on his shoulders. “Better keep your word.” You demand. Joel was serious but so were you.  

“Oh I fuckin’ will.” Joel growls, chasing your lips. He kisses you desperately, like he’s never wanted anything so badly before. His tongue presses into yours, one of his hands smoothing around to the front of your body, pushing up against your stomach. He slides his hand up from there, grasping at one of your breasts under your tank-top. 

You moan under his skillful hands. Matching his needy, desperate pace with your own. Kissing him back, you sigh his name, swiping your tongue against his and shivering at the taste. 

His fingers rub and pinch over one of your nipples. He groans from deep within his chest, rolling the nub across the flat of his thumb once more. 

You whine into his mouth, rocking your hips forward into his, begging for attention elsewhere. 

And Joel picks up on it immediately. 

He smiles into your lips. Pressing a few more kisses into you before he pulls away, continuing to keep his hands busy all over your body. 

“Wanna taste that pretty pussy I’ve been dreamin’ about.” Joel groans, slipping his hands out from beneath your shirt and returning them to grope at your ass.  

The confession makes your head spin. 

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” You whisper, lightheaded and heart pounding so hard in your chest you think you might pass out. 

“Fuck,” Joel curses, fingers kneading into your ass once again. He definitely did not mean to admit that but it was too late now. “Every fuckin’ day baby girl. Ever since I got just that little taste of ya…now, I can't get the image of making love to ya outta my damn head. Wakin’ up every mornin’, wishing you were next to me.” 

You whine at his confession, clawing at his shoulders as he lays you onto your back into his leather seats. He splits your thighs easily, filling the space between them with his body. His fingers are working at your shorts, yanking them down to your thighs. You help him just a little bit, shimmying out of your clothes with a lift of your hips. The second they slip off from around your ankles, he tosses them into the floorboard of his truck. Immediately he attaches his lips to your cunt in replace of your shorts. He breathes like lava over your underwear, hot and needy as he threatens to devour you once again. 

He doesn’t even bother taking your underwear off, he just shoves them to the side. Hooking the elastic over his thumb and pulling them as far over as he can. He leans back just a little to get a really good look at you, groaning at the sight. 

“There she is,” Joel softly coos, slipping his other thumb right up against your slowly aching cunt. Wading through the slick beginning to drool because of him. “Fuck, look’atcha. Knew your pussy would be so pretty. You’re always so fuckin’ pretty for me baby.” 

Another whine slips past your lips but you nod frantically to his words. 

You were made for him after all. 

“Wanna hear this pretty pussy callin’ for me, mhm. Wanna hear her purr for me.” Joel chatters, chuckling low and heavy. His tongue replaces his finger, slipping against the folds of your cunt. The groan he releases against your core sends a strike of lightning up your spine. Pleasure crawls over every inch of your body as he begins to quickly lap at your cunt. His tongue drags against your clit, sending another wave of pleasure scorching through your nerves. 

“Mmph fuck Joel!” You cry his name, pushing your fingers through his hair as he begins to eat you out. If you had known that your little day dream of this exact scenario was going to play out tonight, fuck you might’ve asked to meet up with him sooner. 

Joel chuckles, rolling his tongue against your clit once more. “Shh baby,” Joel hums, using two fingers to press between the folds of your cunt. “Can’t be too loud now.” He reminds you and you immediately seal your lips. 

Joel chuckles softly again against your core before he presses a lone finger inside you. Spit and slick alike rolls off his tongue and drips out onto the thick of his finger, using it to open you up and stretch you out for what’s to come. 

You stifle a groan at his thick digit pressing into you. Feeling every inch and bump of his knuckle as he twists his finger as far as he can inside you. He’s slow and deliberate in his movements. Testing out how much you could take briefly before he’s adding a second finger with little warning. 

Then he begins to move faster, pumping his fingers quicker and a little harsher inside of you. Every curl of his fingers mixed with a press of his tongue against your clit, leaves you gasping; like a fish out of water. 

You tremble beneath his touch as a familiar burn begins to throb deep inside your womb. Fuck, you knew he was good with his hands but with just a little bit of teasing, he damn near has you cumming all over his fingers. But god, you didn’t want to cum yet. No, you wanted to share it with him— at the same time. 

“Wait, Joel.” You pant, pressing your thighs tighter against his face while yanking on his hair. “Don’t. Not yet.” You beg, breathless and whiney. 

Joel smirks from his position, curling his fingers inside you while he presses a hot kiss against your clit. “I wanna taste ya darlin’. Wanna taste ya coming all over my tongue.” Joel argues softly in response, pressing his tongue flat against your cunt to prove a point. 

You whine, a shudder wracking your body. Fuck, how could he be so hot all the goddamn time? 

“I know, I know but…” You start, brushing your fingers back through his curls. “Wanna taste you too. Please, Joel. I need it.” Pleading with him before slightly shifting your hips, tenderly rubbing your foot against his thigh; telling him what you wanted without actually saying it. 

Joel connects the dots quickly as to what you want. And now it was his turn to shudder at your words. Normally he’d protest and finish his job before letting you touch him, needed to please you first, but right now— he’s way too fucking horny. He needed all of you, right fucking now. He could worry about pleasing you again in a little bit. 

“Next time.” Joel hums in approval, removing the fingers he had buried deep inside of you but continuing to place kisses everywhere he can reach. His lips skim across your inner thigh one last time before he pulls your underwear back into place, smoothing a few fingers against your panties to thoroughly soak them with his spit and your slick; turns him on knowing how wet you were for him. 

Only him. No one else. 

Joel crawls his way up to you first. His gaze is hungry as he looks at you, one hand sliding up the side of your body until he caresses your jaw in one big hand. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, ya know that sweetheart?” Joel sweetly says, pressing his lips into yours. 

You laugh against his lips, rolling your eyes when the two of you part. Hands pressing into his shoulder as you roll him onto the back seats now, trading places with the older man— straddling his waist. You place one kiss against his lips before trailing down to his jaw, leaving quick pecks across his tanned skin, slipping your fingers under his t-shirt and pushing it up his chest. 

You place a kiss against the middle of his chest. “Take it off. You won’t be needing it anymore.” You tease, smirking against his body as you sink further down. 

Joel shifts to sit up some more, hands grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and giving it a swift yank, stripping himself while you work on the buckle at his jeans. Fingers nimbly work at his button, swiftly undoing the front and sliding his pants down. 

You slide into the floorboard of the backseat, knees settling on top of his now discarded shirt and your shorts. 

Joel helps you, sitting fully up, swinging his legs to either side of your body and shimming out of his jeans. You drop the fabric beside you, placing your hands against his strong thighs and you can’t help it when your mouth waters instantly at the sight before you. 

Joel’s glistening chest from the built up sweat. The salt and pepper body hair dashing along his forearms, chest, legs, and stomach. The softness of his tummy hides the well toned muscle you knew he had and the thought sends lightning straight to your core. 

But what your eyes focus on the most, is that damned happy trail of his leading straight to what you’ve been wanting for so long. The tent under his boxers, standing tall and proud; because of you. 

You bite down on your bottom lip, pressing your hands heavy on the inside of his thighs. “Fuck, Joel…” You whine, smoothing your hands up and across the thickness in his underwear. 

Joel groans at your touch, hips slightly jerking as he seeks more and more from you. Slowly, your hands move across the length of his shaft, jerking him off leisurely; enjoying every breathless hitch and groan from Joel. 

“Don’t tease me too much now, darlin’.” Joel mutters finally, pleading under his breath. His body tenses when your fingers brush across his soaked tip, the sigh of your name leaving his lips. 

You chuckle but do as he asks. Trailing your fingers up to the elastic of his waistband and giving his underwear a tug. 

Seeing him up close and personal this time was…a little nerve wracking. Of course you had seen him last time, when it was just the two of you in his kitchen. But your face wasn’t anywhere near his swollen tip. You had felt it, jerking him off, but now seeing his size and girth…it looked even bigger than last time. 

The angry red of his sensitive tip, the veins that lie underneath; twisting up the curve of his cock like a path leading right to where you want to taste him the most.

You tentatively wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, giving him a slow, testing stroke. Shivering at the soft groan that Joel utters. 

“Tell me what you were dreaming about. I wanna hear everything.” You whisper, kissing up from his knee towards his aching cock. Stroking him slowly along the curve of his shaft, leaning forward to place a kiss against the flush of his head. “Did you dream about this?” You teasingly ask, pressing another hot kiss against the slit. 

Joel moans your name, his fingers reaching for any hair that may distract you from your task, holding it back and away to help you stay focused. His gaze sticks to you like glue— he wasn’t missing a single second of you tasting him. His pupils are dilated, almost fully blown and taking up every inch of his pretty brown irises. Eyes so full of lust and desire that it makes your cunt throb under his watchful eye. 

“Yeah…I sure as hell did,” Joel rasps. His fingers tenderly tangled into the hair he had gathered up. 

You drag the flat of your tongue against his sensitive head. Licking straight up the slit of his tip, tasting the sweet and salty of his precum. You half smile up at him, gradually stroking your hand from the base to meet your lips pressing into his tip; encouraging him to continue. 

Joel groans, warm and deep from within his chest, his hips shifting slightly to try and reach more of your mouth. “Dreamed of you in that lil pretty dress you wore last time, suckin’ me off just like this. Knelt between my thighs, taking every fuckin’ inch.” Joel grunts, hips jerking again as he replays his dirty little fantasies. 

“Fuck Joel,” You huff, half laughing-half amazed he was actually admitting to what he had been imagining. “Tell me more.” You whisper, lips brushing against his skin with every word you say. You give him just a second before your mouth envelopes him. Slipping the head of his cock between your lips and sinking down as far as you could go before the burn of your jaw set in. 

Which, really wasn’t too much. He was fucking big afterall. 

A string of curses tumble from Joel’s lips and his hand in your hair tightens as you sweep his cock into your mouth. His eyebrows tilt hard as he tries his best to ground himself; to keep him from thrusting the rest of the way in between your lips. 

“Christ! Dreamed of that sweet pussy of yours. Makin’ it fuckin’ mine. Fillin’ ya fuckin’ full.“ Joel rambles, following his words up with a deep, dark moan. 

You shiver again at his words, thighs pressing harder together. If your panties weren’t ruined before, they sure fucking were now. The way your cunt throbbed with every word he spoke, you could feel yourself drooling into your underwear. 

You force yourself further down along his shaft, sucking in every bit of spit and his slick that you could, using it to help you along his stiff cock. 

You moan and it forces Joel’s hips to jerk forward. Watching his eyes flutter as the wetness wraps around every inch he so badly craves. 

Once you’ve finally swallowed him clear down to the base, nose flush against his abdomen, blinking away any tears his big cock has ripped from your eyes, Joel can feel the back of your throat and it drives him crazy. White stars blink across his vision. It was even better than he could have ever imagined. 

“Fuck baby girl,” Joel groans, needy and desperate. His hips stutter, hitting deeper into your throat, curses falling off his tongue. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck ya. Jerkin’ off every night since I barely touched you that day. You drive me crazy.” 

You moan around the thick of his shaft, your hand immediately shooting between your thighs. Couldn’t hold back anymore. Pressing your fingers into your own cunt, slipping them across the main wetness of your underwear, pressing heavier against your clit. 

Joel’s hips jerk in shallow, unpredictable thrusts. He fills every inch of your mouth, leaving only room for your tongue and nothing else. 

“Had me fuckin’ my own damn hand, ya know that? An old fuck like me, dreamin’ about that pussy like it’s my first damn time.” Joel chuckles, lifting his hips a little faster. Thrusting every inch harsher into your accepting mouth. 

His words have your fingers moving faster. You slip your hand beneath the elastic of your underwear, pressing harshly into your clit, crying around his shaft. You’re quick to slip two fingers immediately inside your soaked cunt, clenching hard around your own fingers. 

That familiar burn is settling low inside your stomach once again so you keep your fingers moving slowly, no matter how badly you wanted to make yourself hit that high— you wanted Joel to fuck you into it even more. 

Joel can see you riding your own fingers between every lift of his hips and bob of your head; and he laughs at the sight of you touching yourself. 

“S’my baby girl gettin’ too needy, hmm?” He asks in a teasing tone, making sure to accentuate his southern accent as he calls out to you. 

You glance up at him, catching his eye as your head falls to meet every rise of his hips. You only manage to respond with a whine. Blinking up at him, pleading with him for more. 

Joel bites down on his bottom lip, groaning at the sensation wrapping entirely around his shaft. He was getting close too…and he fucking wanted more than just your mouth too. 

“C’mere darlin’.” Joel hums, gently coaxing you up and off his thoroughly soaked cock. 

You follow his lead, detaching your mouth from his body. His thumb tenderly brushes against your puffy and abused lips, having taken an onslaught of his thrusts and wrapped tightly around every vein and inch of his girth so seamlessly. 

“Did such a good job for me baby.” Joel praises, guiding you up from your seated position to him once again. He leads your lips onto his, kissing you a little more gently than before; but not in the slightest less passionate or hot. 

You crawl into his lap again, deepening the kiss, feeling up his bare chest as you straddle his waist. 

His hands dance light across your thighs, pressing heavier into your body once he reaches your ass. He kneads into your ass, rolling your hips forward to grind you into his proud cock. You gasp against his lips, tasting his tongue in yours briefly, before his teeth gently nip at your bottom lip. 

“Sweetheart…” Joel sighs, his fingers flexing across your ass before his warm hands slide beneath your panties, just a little. “Can’t wait any longer.” 

Your breath hitches at his words but you nod quickly in response. You couldn’t wait any longer either. Had your own dreams of finally connecting entirely with him that you damn sure we’re gonna have come true tonight.  

You stand as tall as you can inside his truck, keeping your eyes directly on his own, while your fingers move around the length of the elastic of your panties. 

Joel stops your hands though, rubbing slow circles into your skin briefly before he replaces your hands with his own. 

“Take your shirt off too darlin’.” Joel orders, his big eyes staring up at you from his seated position still. His fingers lightly dance along the hem of your underwear, teasing you for what’s to come. 

Under his watchful eye, your fingers move to the edge of your tank-top, giving the fabric a quick tug and slipping it from your body. You toss the shirt into the ever growing pile of clothes on the floorboard. Can’t help but shiver once again at his piercing gaze.  Skin highly sensitive and burning fucking hot as he looks at you like you’re the only goddamn thing in the entire world to exist. His eyes travel over your exposed chest, lips twitching and jaw clenched as he gets a close up look at what he didn’t get to see last time. Drags his eyes across every curve and inch of your exposed body. 

“This still alright?” Joel asks softly, reassuringly smoothing his fingers into your skin. His gaze once more lifts to look into your eyes. 

“Fuck, it’s more than okay. I need you, Joel.” You respond with a small chuckle, raising your hands to settle around his neck; secure and snug. A small gesture to reassure him this time. 

And it works wonders. 

Joel keeps his gaze locked with your own as he drags your underwear down, inch by inch. His fingernails skim across your thighs as he works you out of your panties. 

Joel tosses your panties to the side the second you step out of them. Allowing his gaze to briefly look at the soaking wet pussy that calls to him. Eyes fluttering as he stares at the dripping mess that he’s created between your thighs. 

Fuck. He should’ve done this sooner.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby.” Joel whispers as he drags you back into him. He kisses you again, hungrier than before now that he’s gotten to see all of you. 

You slip back into his lap again, your knees settle into the seats he sits on, kissing him back just as desperately. You grind your pussy flat and deliberately against his cock. Swallowing the groan that slips past Joel’s lips. The tip of his sensitive head easily slips through your drenched seam without an ounce of resistance. Yet you know, no matter, he was going to be a tight fit inside of you. 

You break the kiss this time, panting heavy and hot in sync with Joel’s own rapid breathing. 

“Christ,” Joel gasps, his eyes fluttering, hips rocking forward as he seeks your core once more. Your name tumbles from his lips as you bump your cunt down onto his sensitive head again. “C’mon sweet girl, don’t fuckin’ tease.” Joel warns. He moves one large hand to grip your waist while the other wraps around the base of his weeping cock. He holds himself steady, barely swiping his head through your folds, before lining himself up.��

You swallow hard, fingertips digging into the meat of his shoulders. You angle your hips just right, before lowering yourself down upon him. Your core swallows just the tip of his head and stars dangle across your vision, just like that day in his kitchen. Your thighs tremble but you manage to take more of him, slipping him further inside than just the tip this time. No force on this damned earth would stop you from finally feeling every inch of him. 

“Shit, knew I should’ve dragged you away earlier,” Joel groans as your pussy swallows him a little at a time. His fingers on your hips tighten as you take him. “Should’ve fucked you the second I saw you.” 

Your bottom lip wobbles at his confession. The fleeting feeling of happiness aches in your heart, knowing he has wanted you the entire time too. That you weren’t alone in your feelings for him. 

“Knew your pretty pussy would take me so fuckin’ well.” Joel drawls, hot and dripping with lust. His eyes are locked on where he slowly disappears inside of you.

You whine, high and needy, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you hit the halfway point. You’re unsure how you’ll take all of him when you’re already feeling this fucking full. Every inch, deep inside of you, throbs against your aching walls but fuck if he doesn’t fit so snuggling inside. Leaving no space left for anything else; just him. 

You were already his, long before you met. You were made for him. 

“Joel.” You moan his name, like it was only yours to be said. 

“Shh, I know. Almost there, baby girl. Doin’ so fuckin’ good.” Joel whispers. Encouraging you to keep going and how could you not? You’d do anything he asked of you, especially here at this moment. 

Biting down on your bottom lip, you jerk your body harshly, forcing yourself to take the rest of what you’ve been dreaming about. Swallowing him entirely and he sits so deep inside you swear you can feel him twitching against your womb. 

He bottoms out inside of you and it knocks any air from your lungs. Your chest tightens with just how deep he sits inside, unmoving. 

“S’tight. So tight for me baby.” Joel growls, eyes fluttering at the pressure wrapping around him. His hands tightly grip onto your waist. He sinks a little further down into the seat, angling his hips and planting his feet firm against the floorboards. He doesn’t wait for you to fully adjust before he begins to move. He lifts you up slightly before pressing his hips forward to meet between the gaps. 

A cry slips past your lips before you can swallow it back. Mindlessly rolling your hips to meet his erratic thrusts. Grinding your cunt back onto the thick of his shaft. And it’s all so overwhelming your mouth hangs open. A string of curses, pathetic whines, and Joel’s name slips continuously from your lips. You can’t think of a single thought outside of him and how good it feels to finally have him. 

“Pretty girl,” Joel moans, his pace picking up, grip tight enough to leave bruises on your hips. “Feel so good. Feel so fuckin’ perfect. Made for me.” Joel speaks your thoughts into existence and all you can do is helplessly nod to what he confirms. 

He picks up the pace once again, rocking into you while you roll right back into him. One of your hands flies to press into the back window to keep your head from knocking into it. The glass is fogged and slick beneath your fingers, from the two of you breathing so heavily and the humidity of your bodies connecting together. Praying that no one could see your exposed upper half through the window. Hoping that the cover of night tucked the two of you away as you had sex. 

You wanted to savor this moment with just him. 

The lewd noises that Joel manages to draw from every inch of your cunt normally would leave you embarrassed. The sloppy wet of your seam as he pounds into it— now it makes you proud. Knowing you had him damn near drooling over you and you alone. Driving him crazy, just as much as he does you. 

You chuckle a little, running your hand along his jaw and tilting his eyes up to look into yours. Forcing him to focus on you and nothing else.

“Can ya feel whatcha do to me Joel?” You half sob, smiling as much as you can through the pleasure melting your entire body. You feel his hips stutter at your words and the sudden eye contact but he never slows in his pace. You clench around him, savouring the way Joel’s face twists in pleasure, thrusting yourself down onto him. “Feel how deep you sit inside me?” You hum, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip this time. 

“I feel it,” Joel sucks in a sharp breath, pressing his lips a little firmer into the pad of your finger. “Feel how fuckin’ good you take every inch of me baby.”  He groans heavily, trailing his fingers from your waist to the front of your body. His thumb brushes against your clit. Rubbing tight and taut circles against the sensitive nub to pull you closer to the edge. 

You whimper at the new stimulation, hand falling down to grip the backseat behind him— as that familiar burn etches itself inside your womb. Twisting a hot knife, begging for you to spill over the edge. You lean down, kissing him desperately as the cusp of your orgasm roars closer and closer. 

“Can I?” Joel rasps breathlessly. His thumb pressing harsher against your clit. His hips lift in shallow, erratic thrusts as his own high begins to crawl over him. 

You nod frantically. Brushing your lips against his. “Please.” You beg, clenching again around his cock. “Make me yours Joel.” 

Joel curses under his breath. Chasing after your lips to kiss you. Relentlessly his hips snap upwards, digging deeper into you while his thumb brushes faster against your clit. 

“I’m coming. Coming, fuck, Joel!” You weep against his lips but he swallows any and all excess noise; as your orgasm hits you like a train. All the air in your lungs is knocked out with the overstimulating high that strikes through you. Your hips jerk wildly, uncoordinated, as you ride your orgasm out along his shaft. You don’t have to see the mess you’ve made across his lap. Can feel your pussy drooling, dripping and gushing with every deep thrust he continues to press into you. 

“Fuck baby!” Joel hisses against your lips. He heaves a hefty groan as he keeps going to reach his own end. “Feel that good? Makin’ a mess all over me, fuck. You’re so beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect.” He babbles. 

You shyly whimper, nodding your head in response, unable to find words to speak as the pleasure burns so hot under your skin. 

“Gonna fill your pretty little pussy full now.” He promises, mumbling against your lips like a prayer he only wants you to hear.

And he does as he promises. He buries himself deep inside you, pressing harshly against what you swear is your womb, hitting his own orgasm that sends ripples of lava through his body. 

“You’re mine, ya hear? Mine, baby girl. All fuckin’ mine.” He mutters quickly at the first wave of his climax. The second roll of his hips, Joel seals his lips tightly against yours. Silencing his own erratic groans and grunts as he cums. 

He fucks every drop inside of you. Fills every inch of your trembling cunt with his mark. And he doesn’t stop moving until he’s finally spent. 

After he stops moving, your body finally gives in. You lay limp against his chest, head cradled against his shoulder. Your hearts connected, pounding in sync, both of you trying to catch your breath after finishing. 

Joel detaches his hands from around your waist, skimming his large, warm hands slowly up and across your bare back. He soothingly rubs your back, kissing the crown of your head. 

“Let me see ya baby girl.” Joel hums finally, after both of you have somewhat settled down. That hum, still tingling beneath your skin. 

You groan but push up off his chest. Scooting back onto his knees and leaning back, slipping his softening cock out of your cunt. Can’t help but whine at the emptiness and lack of being filled as Joel leaves you. 

You lean back just enough to give him a nice view of what he’s turned your pussy into; a glistening, ruined, overstuffed mess. 

“Fuck…” Joel groans at seeing his mark dribble out of you. His cock twitching to life once more as his thumb brushes against the curve of your dirtied cunt. 

In one swift motion, Joel has you pinned down onto your back, hovering above you with his cock yearning for you once more. 

You blink up at him, confused as to what he had planned while you and your back lie against the back seat of his truck. Your hips were already sore, you didn’t know how much more you could take. 

But that little dark glint to his warm gaze told you…you definitely were taking a little more. 

“I did promise that next time,” Joel hums sweetly and softly, smirking up above you. “You ain’t gonna be able to walk.” 

You bark out a laugh at the call back, biting down on your bottom lip as a smile splits across your mouth. You reach up, tenderly holding onto the back of his neck while you lock your legs around his waist, dragging him closer down to you.

“Well, come on old man.” You tease. “I’m yours anyway.” 

Joel smirks right back down at you. Accepting the challenge with a hot and heavy kiss. You both were definitely in for a long night. 

But he was yours; and you were his.

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[zevrra]

just here to say I’m SO EXCITED FOR NEW FICS FROM YOU!!!

AWWWEEE THIS IS SO SWEEEEEET!!!

anon, kissing you good morning AND good night bc of this PLEASEEE ily & i’m so excited to start posting again too :3

[zevrra]

Are you still accepting Jayce asks or are u now doing TLOU exclusively?

yes i am! i’m a true multi-fandom blog, just have the highest muse for tlou rn so it’s why i’m writing for it the most atm!

but i’m alwaaaaaaaaaays accepting jayce requests!!

[zevrra]

hey yall! sorry for the lack of activity and stuff, i meant to make this post sooner but got busy with some other life stuff (ew i know). but just a quick update that i’m currently waiting out my shadowban before i start posting again! which is hopefully soon but who knows with tumblr’s algorithm out to literally get me ,,, anyway i will have some juicy content for yall so here’s a small sneak peek of some stuff i am working on,,

— dbf!joel part 2

— a request for best friend’s brother!joel (where you and tommy are best friends but you want his older brother BAD c:<)

— and a full fledge mini series ft tommy AND joel as cowboys w/ preacher’s daughter :3 (going to be multi chapter)

anyway, thank you for patience and support! and all that other good stuff! i hope to get back to posting soon! <3

[zevrra]

Tommy miller x reader where he saved her while out on patrol 😛 younger!reader obv bc I eat age gaps UPP (legal ones!!!)

𝗳𝘁. jackson!tommy x fem!reader

𝘄𝗰. 7k

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: mäture themes, age gap!!, reader is in their 20s, tommy is in his 40s, NOT infidelity (tommy/maria are not together), lil angst, (un)reciprocated feelings, first kiss

𝗮/𝗻: thank you for requesting!! i’ll write a part 2 for this at some point ,,, :3

You were never going to get used to these early winter mornings. 

Wyoming was already freezing but somehow it always felt worse in the mornings, especially trying to leave the comfort of your bed. Having to rip yourself from the warmth of your blankets, just to go walk around in ankle deep snow was so unappealing. 

Really the only bonus to getting up, dressing as warm as you possibly could— to face a patrol that would last for hours in snow covered trails…was patrolling with Tommy Miller. 

You reluctantly drag yourself out of bed, kicking out of your pj’s and slipping into a multitude of layers to brace against the winter’s wind. You finish the outfit off with a thick jacket, that’s just a little too big for you but not enough to not be worn, before you’re shoving your feet into black winter boots. 

Once dressed, you’re moving to your weapons stash. You strap a sheath tight to your right thigh, slotting a large hunting kn!fe right into place. You’re taking a guess that Tommy will most likely be carrying his signature r!fle, so you decide to leave yours at home. He was certainly a better shot anyway. Instead you opt for your handgün, sliding it into a holster that wraps around your waist.

Now, you’re entirely ready to face the morning patrol. Pretending to be fully awake as you exit your house. You brace against the Jackson wind whipping around, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket as your eyes scan your surroundings. 

The sun was just barely starting to splash color across the sky. The first light of dawn breaks and you curse under your breath, just loving the reminder of how early it was.  

“Great…it’s also snowing.” You mumble as you storm down the path from your house to the main road, trying your best to ignore the flurries dancing around you. 

Quickly you hurry to the stables, where you plan to meet up with Tommy before heading out on your shared patrol. And you know you took longer than you should have getting ready, for your horse is already saddled and ready to go the second you come rushing around the large barn door. You flush the softest shade of red as you come up to Tommy’s side. 

“Ah,” Tommy hums as his gloved hand brushes through the mane of your horse. “There she is. Was startin’ to get worried about’cha sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes just a little, as if you could deny the accusation against you. “Sorry…ya know I’m not really a morning person.” You apologize, coming up to the side of your horse and giving her a pat. “Thank ya for dressin’ her.” You add, nodding towards the saddle safety secured and waiting for you. 

“Neither am I sweetheart.” Tommy retorts with a laugh, shifting his rifle up higher along his shoulder. “And yer welcome. Someone’s gotta be a little responsible ‘round here.” 

You fight back a smile. At least you’d get to patrol with the funnier brother. The one time you had to patrol with Joel it was unbearably silent for almost six hours…you’d definitely take Tommy’s smart ass over that any day. 

Yet it didn’t really help your feelings towards him in the slightest. But that was a thought you could sit with later. 

Your gaze skims over him quickly. He’s wearing his usual fur lined coat, and probably wearing just as many layers as you are, with his rifle snug on his back; the barrel just peeking over his shoulder. 

You knew he’d have it. You think, how weird would it be if one day Tommy didn’t show up with a rifle hung up on his shoulder. 

“C’mon. Let’s get goin’.” Tommy says in that pretty accent of his, cutting through your thoughts. 

You swivel on your heel, gloved fingers reaching up to grab hold of the dark colored horn on the saddle, your left foot hooking into the stirrup. Tommy’s behind you within a breath's notice, his own gloved hands settling on your hips as he gives you just an extra, little easy boost up and into the saddle. 

You slide into the dark seat, adjusting what you need so you can ride a little more comfortably, before both feet firmly plant into the stirrups. Your hands slide down the length of the reins, fiddling with the leather strap as you wait. 

It was just a simple gesture— nothing more. Tommy was just helping you out, making sure you got seated properly so you didn’t fall. The hands gently grasping your waist was not to be read into too much…but. 

Tell that to your heart. Throbbing hard against the curve of your ribcage. Even through the winter’s chill, you can feel the linger of his warm hands still wrapped around your hips. You take a few deep breaths to try and calm your heart while not looking in his direction in the slightest; didn’t want him seeing the blush tinting your cheeks. 

Tommy doesn’t say much else when he seats himself in his own saddle. Adjusted and ready to go, he leads his horse to the front of the barn and towards the East gate, where you two will officially begin your patrol. 

A deep sigh leaves your lips as you’ve finally managed to calm down…for now. Turning around your own horse and pointing her in the direction Tommy leads. “Alright Maisy, let’s get this cold morning over with.” 

xxx

You shiver under the winter’s harsh wind. The snow wasn’t falling much faster than when the two of you had left Jackson, thankfully, but the ground was increasingly growing fuller, taller, by the second. Piling up and certainly planning to make the patrol just a little harder to sit through. 

Bullshit.

“Be on the lookout. There were reports of some Infected runnin’ lose up around here.” Tommy states at your side, cutting through your internal monologue of hatred for the cold. His gaze looks out over the hills of fresh snow. “They were last seen around a couple of abandoned cabins.” 

“Aye, aye Captain.” You hum lightly in response, throwing a playful smile his way. 

“Mmm, watch it now. Ever heard of respectin’ your elders?“ Tommy teases right back as he slows his horse to a stop and you do the same. 

Your eyes are scanning everything and anything around you. From the fields of snow to the trees hanging about just a few yards away; looking for any signs of danger. 

Tommy pulls out a pair of binoculars, scanning over the horizon for a further view than your own eyes can see.  

“Oh should I call you grandpa then?” You ask, taking this small break as a chance to warm up your hands. Even if you knew it really wouldn’t work. 

Tommy laughs, still continuing to scan for any signs of Infected or some kind of trail for the two of you to follow. “Darlin’ you can call me anything but grandpa, please.” Tommy pleads, a smile stretching out across the entirety of his mouth. 

You bite your bottom lip, attempting to stop the smile from spreading at his words. The butterflies dancing inside your stomach were not helping though. You worry your lip as your fingers fidget with the reins, turning to look away from him. 

Oh, he’d regret that at some point, for sure. 

“Think there’s some tracks up over that hill this way. Let’s take a closer look.” Tommy orders as he lowers his binoculars and puts them away;  you’re already in the motion of moving again. Following his lead as you stray further and further from the town in search of danger that threatens the peace. 

You two trot through the snow in silence. His earlier words repeat inside your mind again and again. Can’t help but think about what else he would like to be called…

Once over the hill Tommy had pointed out, the two of you find the string of cabins mentioned in the report sitting just at the bottom foothill. The slope down wasn’t too steep, so the two of you could definitely get in and out again if you ended up in a tight spot. 

From your position above, you don’t see much; whatever had tread through the snow on top of the hill certainly didn’t head in the path of the cabins. 

Tommy also notices the lack of disturbed powder down in and around the cabins. He shifts his rifle around to hold it in front of his chest, barrel pointed down to the ground and away from you. Always a man of safety. 

“Be ready for anything.” Tommy hums, jerking his reins to lead his horse down the slope of the hill. 

You chuckle behind him, reaching for the handgun at your waist. “Noooo,” You sigh playfully. “Thought about just walking right into an ambush without thinking!” You quietly muse, slipping your gun out of its snug spot on your hip. 

You don’t have to see Tommy to know he’s rolled his eyes at your statement, the quiet chuckle ahead of you is enough of a response as is. 

You follow him with your gun out and ready to go, sitting on the edge of the saddle in case you need to rush off in a hurry. If this was an ambush…you repeat a small mantra of those you love, just in case. 

And it’s strange, the closer you get to the cabins, the quieter everything seems to be. Neither of you speak, keeping your lips sealed to hear every little noise that you possibly can while your eyes scan the entrance and the only exit into the seemingly abandoned little cul-de-sac of cabins. 

The first few steps into the neighborhood were silent as the snowfall, a good sign. You both end up leading your horses to the nearest cabin. 

“Let’s just clear one out at a time,” Tommy offers, keeping his rifle close to his chest as he comes to a stop. 

You sniffle a little, shaking off the cold while your eyes scan the endless piles of snow built up around each cabin. Nothing looked disturbed or messed with. No mines or traps that you could see so neither raider nor any hunters seemed to be sticking around here…it was either the cold that drove them off— what with no real heating source like Jackson had— or it was the Infected. 

“There’s eight cabins, Tommy. That’ll take up too much time.” You counter, kicking a leg up and over the side of your saddle, sliding down into the ankle deep snow. “We could each take four.”

“Ya know I don’t like splittin’ up.” Tommy sighs as he joins you on the ground. His hands shift along his rifle, switching it around so that the butt of the gun sits snug into his shoulder. 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, moving towards the first cabin to tie up the horses. “What, gonna miss being with me that much Tommy?” You tease, shooting him a playful smile. 

You watch with a keen eye as Tommy’s jaw clenches. Like he was about to say yes. But he instead just sighs, shaking his head like he can’t believe he’s about to agree on splitting up. 

“Alright fine, you win. Once either of us deem the cabin clear, we wait for the other to finish before movin’ on. And be safe now, ya hear me?” Tommy demands, his voice rough and coarse with authority. It was just a small reminder that he was in fact, still in charge to some degree. 

You give him a nod, another smile, before he takes his choice of cabin across the small road. Your eyes follow him, watching his back to make sure no threats were planning to sneak up on him. When he opens the door to the cabin, he turns and waits for you to do the same. 

You turn your back to him, feeling his warm gaze on the back of your neck as you stalk up to the front door. Boots wading through the snow until you hit the hard wood of the front porch; walking right up to the front door— thankfully again, no traps waiting for you the closer you get to the door. Your hand grabs hold of the door knob and you give it an easy, quiet turn, before throwing the door open wide. 

Your pulse throbs hard inside your throat as you take your first step into the cabin. Being welcomed only by the silence of darkness from inside. Good sign not being attacked right as the door opened. 

Both hands come to settle on your gun, barrel pointed forward as you swing into the living room, moving quietly across dusted floorboards. Morning light filters in through the broken windows at the back of the cabin, casting just enough light into the wooden home that you don’t need to retrieve your flashlight. You move further into the cabin. Gun swinging in every direction you flick your eyes. You slowly creep into the kitchen that runs off the side of the living room. Crouching ever so slightly to silence your footsteps as you peek behind a kitchen island, only finding a few stray cobwebs and some splintered woods from a broken cabinet. A breath you had been holding slips between your lips as you find no one hiding behind the island. 

Straightening up, you move further into the cabin; going from room to room, opening every door, moving anything that may result in a hiding spot, and sweeping every inch of the wooden home before giving it a clear. 

Once you’re back outside, you don’t relax the tension in your shoulders until you see Tommy waiting for you across the street. He gives you a nod, you mimic the action, before you’re making your way onto the next house.

The second house takes you about the same amount of time to sweep over as the first did. It’s roughly the same size as the other, just a slightly different layout— still relatively easy to go through.

You find nothing in the second house either. Nothing but raided cabinets and scattered glass so you move back out onto the porch, glancing in the direction where you last saw Tommy saunter into his cabin. And as if he knows you’re looking for him, he appears. Steps out of the old home and when he sees you, safe and sound once more, he flashes you a charming smile. 

“Miss me yet?” Tommy calls softly across the stretch of snow. 

You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile at his silly little jab, before moving onto the next cabin. You take one look at it and can already tell it’s much larger than the previous cabin. Your heart races but you take a steady breath, calming your nerves; it was just a little bigger, nothing else. You’ve faced this before, you can do it again. 

The swing of the front door reveals the stretch of darkness just as the other two had done; silence greeting you once again. A good sign. 

You tread lightly into the cabin. Doing nothing at all differently than the last two; stepping silently and moving room to room. Every door has been left open, save one in the back of the cabin, which makes the walk through just a little easier. 

Someone had definitely stayed bunkered down here, not recently but a few years ago perhaps. Remnants of a leftover life scattered about in the room. A mattress and bed frame flipped over, used as a makeshift barricade towards the only window in the bedroom; an old worn dresser pushed up beside it. All the drawers have been pulled out and rummaged through, leaving it an empty shell.

Shame, it was a gorgeous dark oak dresser. If the drawers weren’t broken or discarded, you might have convinced Tommy to let you take it back with you to Jackson. 

You move to stand beside it, fingers trailing along the lip of the dresser’s top. Dust sticks to the tips of your gloves like glue, confirming your suspicions. 

“Yep, no one’s been here in a long time.” You mumble under your breath, wiping your hand across the thick of your thigh to knock off the dust on your gloves. 

The idea of moving into the cabin fills your mind. Cleaning up the place, returning all of the furniture back into somewhat of a lively state, moving them back into whatever spot you wanted them to be in. 

The built-in fireplace was the best addition to the entire cabin too. You could see yourself lounging on the couch before it, reading the few books you had managed to trade for. The dream of sitting in just a comfortable pair of pants and a light flannel; not a care in the world.

Suddenly the idea of wearing Tommy’s flannel strikes across your mind like lightning. It cracks down, showing you the image of him beside you, your legs sprawled out across his lap and him smoothing circles into your skin while he laughs at your stupid jokes. Enjoying the warmth together; an easy, simple life. No rules, no roles, no patrols. 

Just the two of you. 

But then it’s gone. Zipped from your mind; leaving only the longing feeling of what could have been. Or what you want. The dream of being with him would always simply be your dream. 

He had his duties to Jackson and his brother— you were just an extra for patrols. No matter the soft glances and the flirting…it would always be just that. You’re sure he’d deny you anyway. His responsibilities were enough of a reason but not to mention the age gap between the two of you. You were certainly old enough, sitting in your twenties but he…was in his late forties. Not like he would want some young girl hanging on his arm like an accessory anyway— not to mention how the entire damn settlement would nitpick everything he did with you at his side too. 

You sigh deeply, shaking your head and shoving down the fleeting thought of being here, with Tommy; before turning around towards the bedroom door again, returning to the task at hand.

You ignore your feelings, setting your sights instead on the first closed door you’ve come across during your entire walkthrough of this cabin. 

The feeling of peace slips to the back of your mind as you settle back into your calm and cautious skin. You slowly reach for the handle, twisting it as quietly as you can, sucking in a breath before you throw open the door as quickly as you can. Your gun raises to fill the space let open by the door and you’re greeted with darkness. Nothing but shadows and the stairs that lead to the promise of a basement. 

“Great…” You sigh, edging towards the first step down into the depths of the cabin. You return to a crouch, slipping your backpack off and retrieving your flashlight from within, and it turns on easily with a click. You put your backpack back on before you attempt to go further into the basement of the cabin. 

You descend the stairs as silently and as easy as you can, guided by the beam of your flashlight and the barrel of your handgun. You’re halfway down the stairs when the squeak of the wooden steps echo into the basement, causing you to flinch. And you hold there, pulse beating in your throat, hands clamming up, waiting for something…anything; but nothing comes so you move on. 

At the bottom of the stairs, you’re greeted by a stone floor, full of dust as if no one had touched it since the day of the Outbreak. Eyes scanning over every inch of space you can see for any signs of Infected or raiders. But you see nothing; no roots, no spores, no signs of infection— just the years of built up dust. 

You release another breath you had been holding when your boots finally hit the stone floor. You look over the remnants of what you might have found in every basement, 20 years ago. A large work desk sits off just to the right of the steps. The tools and items once used there are long gone; raided or taken with, in search of something far more hospitable. Metal shelving is scattered about, a few towards the very back of the room have been knocked over but nothing too concerning from what you can see. They’re mostly empty except for the few leftover cans of what you can only assume is paint. There was no real use for it anymore, and you definitely would’ve left it behind too. 

You take a step further into the basement. Flashlight leveled and scanned into the corners of the back of the room, looking for any sign of a break in. Still nothing appears out of the ordinary as you step up beside the work desk. You can’t help but reach out and touch the firm wood, wondering what life could have stood where you did years ago. What kind of projects had they worked on? Could they have been like Joel? Carving wood in his little cozy corner. Or maybe they were more like Tommy, working on cleaning his rifle. Maybe whoever owned this place, they built the houses around them, giving sanctuary before the time of Cordyceps.

Can’t even begin to imagine the things brought to life all at this simple little desk; now left behind and slowly beginning to rot, like so much else in this world. 

You don’t let yourself settle like you had in the bedroom upstairs though. No thoughts of living an easy life with Tommy; watching him work at the desk while he hummed some tune. 

Okay, maybe you could imagine it just a little. 

A squeak echoes beside you, cutting into your little day dream, and you’re swiveling on your heel immediately. Adrenaline instantly pumps hard through your veins, putting every single one of your senses on high alert. Your gun points in the direction of the noise but all you find is a little gray mouse, startled by the shine of your flashlight. You watch as it scurries off back to the hole it crawled out of. 

“Shit.” You groan softly, chuckling a little at your own jumpiness; letting the tension in your entire body release. 

You lower your gun, taking another deep breath in, doing your best to shake off the anxiety creeping up your spine. “Fuckin’ mouse scared the fuck outta me.” You mumble to yourself, filling the tense silence with a soft laugh, your shoulders relaxing just a little more.  

You smile to yourself, worrying your lip as you decide to tell Tommy or not about your little run in with the mouse. On one hand, he’d probably laugh for the rest of the patrol— poking fun at you for being so scared of a mouse. Would go back to Jackson and tell everyone the story about the “Lil Sweetheart vs the Lil Mouse!”. He’d probably talk about it every time you two were on patrol together too. But on the other hand you could just not tell him— save your reputation from being entirely embarrassed about the run in. 

But…getting to see and hear Tommy laugh? Yeah, a little embarrassment was worth it. 

Smile still on your face, you realize you’ve been standing and day dreaming for too long once again— so you turn with ease and begin to head back to the stairs. Deeming the area cleaned so you can move onto the next one and run off to tell Tommy your little story. 

And as you turn to face the darkness of the basement, you come face to face with a piercing scream. 

Your eyes widen as you stare into the face of a Stalker. Twisted roots grow from its head, mangled flesh drips from its face, and mouth wide open with its teeth looking to infect you. 

You force yourself to swallow your own scream. 

Instinctively, you swing your gun around to knock the butt against its temple. It staggers and you immediately throw a kick against the knee of the Stalker, sending it spiraling back just a little. 

Another, blood curdling scream echoes from the Stalker as it picks its target— you. 

The Stalker lunges at you and you barely manage to side step out of its way. It’s rotting body slams against the work desk you had been standing in front of. The thud is loud in your ears but the sound of it scrambling to chase after you was louder.  

You don’t want to give it the chance. You kick off the stone floor as hard as you can, flinging yourself towards the stairs. Your fingers grab hold of the hand rail, using your momentum from before to swing yourself forward, fumbling into the first step. Tripping up onto the steps that lead you to a more favorable position—fuck it, to Tommy. 

You only manage to scale a few of the steps before a strong, monstrous hand grabs hold of your ankle and yanks you back down. Your knees bang against the stairs as you fall down on top of them. Nails digging into the wood to try and keep yourself from being dragged backwards. It doesn’t help. 

You grunt at the pain blossoming along your legs, doing your best to ignore it as you roll over onto your back. You raise your gun, leveling it with the Stalker currently dragging you back into its nest; and fire a single shot. You manage to pierce its shoulder, throwing it back onto the stone floor, but all it does is piss it off even more. 

Another scream rips through the air that sends anxiety straight to your stomach. Nausea sticking to the back of your throat. Your feet kick out from underneath you as you level your own self back up; you climb the stairs again, faster, harder, seeking your way out. The door, the door. It was right there, you just needed to get to the door! 

You're just passing through the threshold of the basement door when a hard blow against your back sends you spiraling forward. You fall, hard, against the wood floor, head slamming against the dirty ground, your gun and flashlight flying right out of your grasp upon impact. 

You grunt in pain again but there’s no time to gather yourself. You roll onto your back, hand fishing out your large hunting knife from its sheath. As you bring it to the front of your body, you pull your legs back at the same time, feet lifted upward, right as the Stalker lunges back onto you once again. 

It snaps and screams at you, trying its best to bite anything it can reach. You tilt your knife up against its jaw, keeping it from biting your face, while you shrink back against the hardwood; trying to make yourself smaller and smaller— out of the Stalker’s reach.  

Your entire body throbs with dull, flaring pain but you keep yourself curled up, fighting off the Stalker even with trembling hands. 

You want to stay quiet. To handle this on your own. You can’t allow other Infected to flock to you and make the situation worse. 

You press all your weight onto the Stalker, using your feet planted in its rotting stomach to try and leverage it up and over your head. But the strength of the Stalker outweighs your own when its free hand is slamming into your ribs.

It knocks the air out of your lungs and your feet falter but before it can slime its way out of your grip, you barely manage to recover. 

You watch your life flash before your eyes as the Stalker screams into your face again. Every little moment, with friends and family—if you still had any—and Tommy. He’s there too. The happy life of what could have been. 

No, what you were going to have one day. 

“Tommy!” You scream, breaking your vow of silence, the tip of your knife digging into the Stalker’s throat—even if it does absolutely nothing to stop it in its quest of trying to kill you. “Tommy!” 

The Stalker’s strong hand slams into your side again, you gasp but stay formed, even while the Stalker tries to dig you out of your layered winter clothes with its split and soiled nails. 

“Tom—!” You begin to scream again but you’re silenced by the sound of a booming gunshot. 

The twisted fungus warping the Stalker’s head explodes upon impact, sending what you can only assume is blood and rotting flesh every which way.

You taste another scream that ends in a broken, anxiety induced whine as the Stalker’s entire body goes limp immediately against you. Tears spring to your eyes as you gasp for air, rolling the deceased Stalker off your body. 

You lay flat against the floorboards, hands grabbing and searching your clothes for any rips or tears— or worse, a bite mark. 

The sound of approaching boots pulls you out of your daze, sending you into a spiral. You try to haul yourself up, panic and fear fogging your mind. You’re just barely on the tips of your toes before strong hands grab your shoulders.

“Hey!” Tommy coos, calming and reassuring that he isn’t another Infected. “Hey…hey, it’s me. ‘S just me.” He whispers, his hand searching over your entire body. His gloved hands caress either side of your face, his deep eyes scanning over yours. “Yer alright, I gotcha baby.” 

Tommy pulls you into a desperate hug then, holding you tight. 

You melt instantly at his touch and upon hearing that sweet southern drawl of his. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, a strangled sob buried into his neck. You could almost weep at the warmth of his touch. 

“Tommy…” You whisper his name, tasting the sweetness of it just being him, there for you in that moment. Clinging to him for dear life. “‘M sorry. It…literally came out of nowhere.”

A few heartbeats tick by, he and you both soaking in each other’s strangled gasps and worried heat, before Tommy hesitantly lets you go and takes his step back to examine you. His hands shakily work on trying to shove up your coat with no luck. He grabs the collar of your winter jacket and opens it up slightly, viewing your neck. 

“Fuck, did it get you?” His voice is raw and dripping with his own built up anxiety. He continues to try and work your jacket up but it’s no use with your layers, so he stops in his search, letting his hands settle on the curve of your neck. “Are you…?” Tommy asks, uncertainty seeping into his voice. His eyebrow nits in unease as his gaze rakes over you. 

“No, no. It didn’t bite me.” You respond, shaking your head furiously. The only pain running its course right now was in your ribs and your shins, from when they split against the stairs. “It hit me pretty good but…no bites.” 

Silence stretches out for mere seconds between you two. He stays quiet as he weighs his options. Heart heavy with the burden of…what if? 

Tommy holds you in his grasp, thumb rubbing gentle grooves against your skin. “We’ll have to check.” He finally says, breaking the brief silence. 

You swallow hard but nod. It was obviously something that had to be done…just in case. You did just tangle with an Infected after all— he did have every right to doubt you. 

His mouth opens, like he plans to say something else, but he quickly shuts it. With the words left in the open, for you to curiously think about, he removes his hands from you as well. He returns his grip to his rifle as he takes a step backwards and away from you, with a clear of his throat. 

“Gonna finish clearin’ the last two cabins out. Stay here, I’ll be right back, alright?” Tommy says, nodding his head as a promise before he side steps you and out the front door of the cabin he goes. 

You stand still, empty and cold after Tommy leaves your side. The word baby swirls around your mind and you half think you’ve imagined it in your delirious, panicked state. He wouldn’t just call anyone that…right? 

It takes you a few long heartbeats of being alone before you snap back to reality. You clench your fist and then unclench it, releasing all of your built up anxiety, before you’re moving to pick up your tossed gun and flashlight. You put them away before grabbing hold of the dead Stalker’s body, dragging it outside and tossing it into the snow, before returning inside the cabin. 

You walk up to the basement entrance again, slamming the door shut as hard as you possibly can. “Fuck!” You shout, opening the door before slamming it closed again. The fear subsides and in its wake you’re only left with the anger from almost dying. And making yourself look like a fucking idiot in front of Tommy— when it was your idea to split up in the first place. 

You press your head into the closed door, trembling as the anger dissolves into just the bitter cold. Taking a few deep breaths to calm and collect yourself before leaving the innocent basement door alone. 

You push up off the door, the ache of being thrown around so much finally catching up to you. You grab ahold of your sure-to-be-bruised side and limp your way to an old, dusty, beat up couch pushed off into the back of the living room. 

You slump your bag onto the wooden floor beside the couch, stripping yourself of your jacket, before you’re sitting down to rest on the armchair. 

And you wait there until Tommy returns. Which is only a handful of minutes after he had left. 

He closes the front door gently behind him with his entrance, his boots scraping across the floor until he’s standing right in front of you. He leans his rifle against the back of the couch, keeping it clearly in reach in case things went bad…again. 

He hates to do this. To put you on the spot. But for your safety and his own…it must be done. 

“‘M sorry, Tommy.” You softly apologize again, your fingers wrapping around your jacket’s zipper, slipping off your next layer of clothing, leaving you in just the tank top you woke up in. 

Tommy shakes his head quickly, lips pursed as he stares down at you. He slips his hands out of his gloves, shoving the fabric into his jacket pocket. His fingers brush your hair back over your shoulder before he assesses your skin. “I knew better and yet…I let ya go off anyway.” Tommy mumbles, his fingers trailing down your shoulder and along your arm. Where he flips it back and forth and around again, checking for any bite marks that might have gotten through in your little skirmish. “I just…dammit, I dunno.” 

Tommy adverts your eyes, keeping his fluttering gaze along your skin. He moves to your other arm, the tips of his fingers skimming light along your bicep. Once deeming your other arm safe, he lowers his hands just a little. 

“Lift your shirt for me,” Tommy rasps, clearing his throat. “Please.” He adds, trying his hardest not to stare too much. 

Suddenly you realize how close the two of you are. He’s less than an arm's length away from you; borderline just inches from being chest to chest. It’s the closest either of you have ever gotten and you’re wondering if in any other situation would he, or maybe you, make a move? You knew your feelings for Tommy but did he reciprocate those feelings? 

Somehow, that was more nerve wracking than almost dying. 

You suck in a breath. You wait a heartbeat before doing as you’re told, jerking up the edge of your tank-top along your abdomen. You wince slightly as the fabric rolls up and over what you’re sure is a ’beautiful’ bruise. 

“Christ,” Tommy groans heavily, his fingertips just barely brushing along your waist. He examines your abdomen thoroughly, warm hands groping your skin as tenderly as he can. “Nothin’ seems broken. Your breathing sounds fine, a lil fast though.” Tommy notes under his breath. His hands guide you to turn around so he can check out your back as well. 

No shit was your breathing fast. His hands were all over you. Fleeting yet longing, giving you the sense that maybe he wanted to add more pressure, to pull you into him, to hold you close. 

“I should’ve been more careful.” You mumble, shoulders dropping just a little before he turns you back around to him. 

His brown eyes search your face for something; anything. 

“No it…it was me.” Tommy whispers, head hanging low as he continues. “Do you know how hard it is to tell you no?” Tommy mutters, his fingers lightly grazing your hip and he looks anywhere but into your eyes. “Fuck, drives me crazy when you look at me and ask me for shit. I can’t ever say no.”

You suck in a deep breath at his words. Scanning his tilted face for any signs of lying or trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was admitting to. Because if it’s what you think it is…maybe you really did die and go into the light; where you get to live out whatever fantasy your heart desires. 

But Tommy doesn’t transform into anything else. He stays just…him. Just him, standing before you, fingers holding you tighter now while his own heart races in his chest. 

“Dammit, I thought I was gonna lose ya...” Tommy admits. His voice, softer than it had been the entire morning. “Hearing you scream like that for me, I—“ Tommy cuts himself off with a sharp cough. 

You watch as Tommy takes a deep breath, forcing himself not to cry. 

And for a split second you can’t tell if your heart has stopped or if it’s beating so fast you just can’t fucking feel it. 

“Tommy…” You whisper his name like a dream; like if you speak too loud you might wake up and he might disappear. 

But it’s enough for him. 

Tommy’s hands move to caress your face and he pulls you up and into him with a vigor you had not expected. His lips are pressing into yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You straighten ever so slightly, moving closer into him, feeding off his warmth that spreads oh so sweetly throughout your body. 

Guess you didn’t have to question his feelings any longer.

His tongue lingers along your bottom lip, like he’s waiting for you to tell him to continue. So as an answer, you breathe his name against his lips; and he sucks your desperation in with a groan.  

His tongue presses into yours, tasting you the second you give him the go. His fingers tangle into the soft of your hair, causing you to gasp for him. His desire for you steals any air out of your lungs and you’re welcoming being swallowed whole by him until you both run out of air to breathe. 

When he breaks, he’s panting harshly. Looking all disheveled like he had been craving this, for so long. To kiss you until his body melted into your own— but had never expected to do so. His pupils are the size of dimes as he stares at you. But it’s all too quickly he’s realizing what he’s done. 

“I…” Tommy whispers under his breath, his eyes searching over your face. Where he lingers for far too long staring at your reddening lips. Knowing he did that. And every fiber in his being is telling him to do it again; but he doesn’t. 

He swallows hard, visible enough for you to see, his hands trail down to your shoulders. Not sure where he can put them that won’t escalate his need for you. “Wanted to do that a little differently.” Tommy mumbles, his tongue tasting his bottom lip. 

Your mind is fuzzy from the kiss. The moment seared into your brain, replaying over and over again. You manage to nod to his words though. Can’t help but touch the front of his chest, savoring every second longer you two stood so close to each other. 

“We should get back.” He whispers, all low and soft like he doesn’t want to part ways just yet. Conflicted about his own feelings but there was still a job to be done. “We can…talk…about that after getting back to Jackson.” 

You bite down on your bottom lip, ever so gently, before nodding in agreement again. If you thought it was going to be hard to continue this patrol after the pain you had endured— now it was almost going to be insufferable with the heat of lust pounding in your chest. 

Tommy glances at your lips one last time before his fingers hook around your tank top and he slowly drags your clothing back down. Like a gentleman, he helps you into your jacket and your coat again before the two of you are stepping back out into the endless possibilities of snow covered banks. 

He doesn’t speak as he helps you up into your saddle once again, giving you an even bigger helping hand more than ever with your bruised ribs. Holding you so gently like you were glass that he sure as hell wasn’t going to let break; not even a fucking little. And he makes sure you’re entirely ready to go before getting back onto his own horse, turning the both of you around towards Jackson. 

Your thoughts are running wild with what ifs. What if Tommy didn’t mean to kiss you? What if he did? The anxiety of him treating you like a child once getting back to town creeps up into the back of your mind; but as if he knows your worried thoughts are slowly taking over you, he silences them. 

“Once we get back to town…” Tommy says, a dust of pink settling on his cheeks, his warm eyes turning to find you. “I’ll need to search under your pants too…for bite marks, of course.” Tommy teases as that charming smirk settles on his lips once again. 

You stare, a little dumbfounded at his words, before an infectious smile splits your own lips. Curse him and his natural ability to make everything feel so fucking okay, all the time. “Mhm, of course…grandpa.” You tease back. Listening to him laugh that deep, belly laugh of his. Both of you falling back into your previous sense of peace and comfort for the rest of the ride back home.

[zevrra]

i am actually so sick and fed up with tumblr shadow-banning my content for no reason. literally none. people post literal corn on the site still but if i use too many photos in a post or mention güns my content is fucking hidden immediately like i fucking hate this app 😭

[zevrra]

pls can u write a jealous! joel who has just settled into jackson after bringing ellie back from the hospital! if you’d like, can you please have reader be pissed at him because he made her stay behind while he went to drop off ellie:)

CHEMISTRY ✮

𝗳𝘁. jealous/jackson!joel x ex-gf fem!reader

𝘄𝗰. 5k

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: straight smut, age gap, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, cussing, unprotected p in v, coming inside v, feelings involved…

𝗮/𝗻: this is way longer than i wanted it to be but like not even mad about it tbh skdhdjj anyway i hope you enjoy!! :3

You couldn’t believe your eyes. 

It had been almost a year since you had last been in Boston. Since you had last seen him. Joel Miller. An ex-lover of yours; who chose a job over staying with you— all because he couldn’t come to terms with the feelings he had for you. 

You had crossed the country to find this little settlement you heard other raiders talk about. Packed up and moved away from Boston after waiting and waiting for Joel; who left you cold and lying in your bed alone. 

And you were finally starting to be happy again in your little corner of the world. Patrols, tasks, a drink at the bar, meeting other men or women to fill that little hole Joel had left inside your heart. 

And now he was here, in Jackson, standing at the other end of the Tipsy Bison, watching you with that heavy gaze you remembered all too well. 

Your eyes locked, almost at the exact same time, as if sensing each other’s presence or feeling some kind of pull towards each other. 

The live music pumps loud in your ears but the blood rushing to your head is louder. You can feel your pick of the man for the night kissing against your throat, his hands wandering along your body, but you’re not focused on him in the slightest. 

But Joel sure is.

Even across the room you can see the storm behind his eyes. The anger, the confusion, the jealousy. 

His boots are loud and heavy as he stalks across the hardwood. You try to detach yourself from the man grinding up against you but Joel is faster. One large hand is grabbing the collar of the other man’s shirt, dragging him entirely out of your personal space, and tossing him against the bar’s floor like he’s a damned rag doll. 

“Shit! Joel!” You shout, grabbing onto the thick of his bicep and dragging him backwards. 

Joel stumbles back, only because it’s you tugging on him. 

“Keep your fuckin’ hands off her.” Joel growls, pointing at the man thrown to the floor. 

You utter a swift apology to the guy, whose name you didn’t even know, before you’re dragging Joel towards the closest exit. 

When the cold winter of Wyoming hits your skin, it feels like your entire body is steaming with how flushed and angry you are. Joel’s just a step behind you so when you suddenly stop and swivel on your heel to face him, he’s standing directly behind you. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You scoff, pure disgust dripping off your tongue. It tastes sour, unfamiliar to you when you were so used to speaking to him with so much love. 

Joel’s eyebrows knit in confusion. As if he half expected you to fling yourself into his arms and cry his name at his sudden return.  

“Me? What about you? He was all over ya!” Joel sneers with a deep frown settling onto his face. 

You laugh in disbelief at his statement, unable to wrap your head around what he was saying. “Yeah, Joel, that’s the whole fuckin’ point.” You curse under your breath, rubbing a hand across your face. The warmth of a headache was already beginning to crawl its way across your mind.

“And you think that’s alright?” Joel huffs in similar disgust, pushing his jacket aside so his hands can settle on his hips. 

You roll your eyes at him, pointing an accusatory finger his way. “I ‘member you leavin’ me back in Boston, so yeah, I think it’s alright.” 

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “You promised to wait for me.” He whispers, seething with jealousy and anger. 

His words chill you more than the cold of Wyoming does, makes you shudder and hug yourself a little tighter to fight off the cold.

“Dammit Joel! I did wait! I waited for months before deciding to move on. You still left me! Choose a job over me!” You shout right back, almost pushing up onto your tippy toes to be eye level with Joel just so he could also see the anger in your eyes. 

Joel scowls down at you. “Apparently you didn’t wait that long. Was the bed even cold?”

That’s it. Those words nail the coffin close. You had told yourself that maybe, if you had ever run into Joel again, you’d find a small little piece of your heart left big enough to forgive him for asking you to stay behind and wait for him. 

“I can’t believe this.” You whisper, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Fuck you, Joel. Don’t talk to me again.” 

You spin on your heel, demanding your legs to move, stalking through the snow in search of the path that would take you home. You’d forget everything in the morning. Boston, him, those months of waiting—everything. 

“Now wait here—“ Joel’s voice chases after you and he takes three simple strides to catch up to you, a strong hand grabbing your bicep and holding you still. 

You try once to shake out of his grasp but it doesn’t work, he’s got ahold of you now. He turns you back to him, forcing you to face him, as he plants himself before you once again. 

“I’m sorry.” Joel says, his breath fogging up into the cold night’s air. “I’m…a fucking idiot. And I’m sorry.” 

The words make you feel a little lightheaded hearing them. Joel, apologizing? The man you knew back in Boston, the raider you knew, would have never said sorry. Not even if his life depended on it. 

What the fuck happened on this “job” he took? 

Silence stretches between the two of you for a few heartbeats. Letting his apology sink further and further into your skin and bones. 

“You don’t get to just…apologize and make everything okay again.” You whisper, eyes fluttering under his gaze. Suddenly the cold has reduced your anger to nothing but smothered coals. You wouldn’t admit that maybe your heart was betraying you just a little…because this definitely wasn’t the man you knew roughly a year ago. 

“I know, I know.” Joel’s voice cools, the anger and jealousy subsiding, leaving just a hollow pain to his tone. “I’m sorry. I just, dammit, I don’t know. Seeing you with someone else…all this time, I thought maybe you were gone…and I would never see ya again. But…think it’s worse seein’ ya with someone else.” 

Your heart pounds inside your chest at his words. This…vulnerable side of him was something you had not expected to ever see or hear. Listening to him mutter his feelings and his apologies all in one night? Unheard of. Even if it was all over something as silly as jealousy…it was strange; new. Made you feel like a little girl with butterflies in her stomach. 

“Well, I didn’t die, as you can see.” You reply, embarrassment fanning over your cheeks. Silly to feel so…young and dumb again. But you weren’t dead, even though the last several months had tried their hardest to kill you. “Now, let go. I’d like to go home.” 

Joel doesn’t move an inch though. Instead he’s stepping closer to you, his fingers trailing down the length of your arm until they gently wrap around your wrist. He brings the back of your chilled fingers to the cusp of his warm lips, placing a tender kiss against your skin. 

“Let me make it up to you, shuga,” Joel whispers, slow and heavy in his Texan accent. Knowing exactly how to tug on your heart strings. 

You narrow your eyes, glancing over him once more. Time wasn’t kind to him either, it seemed. The graying in his hair was worsening. You could see at least a handful of new scars on his face. But something else had changed…something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. And you couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a really fucking bad thing at the moment. 

You swipe your hand from his grasp, the cold holding your hand now as his warmth leaves the tips of your fingers. You glance towards the ground and the snow underneath your boots, tapping your foot ever so slightly as you try and decide what to do. 

A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you shove your hand into the pocket of your jacket. No more hand holding; for now. “Don’t disappoint me, cowboy.” You fire back at him, calling him by his old nickname to rile him up— before you lead him to your little home in Jackson.

You expect the roughness. Expect the door to slam behind you with him stripping you out of your jacket the second he passes the door— like the good ole days. Raider Joel wanted to devour you. Wanted to taste every inch of you while you screamed his name. He used to need the pleasure to numb his mind. Needed you so badly it hurt him. 

But now it’s just a little different. 

The door closes softer when you arrive back to your place. The light stays off, no visitors right now, but with the help of a little moonlight you can still see his face and weathered eyes. 

He stands right in front of you. Taking in every inch of you with his hungry gaze. The way your hair falls is even prettier than he remembered. How you still smelled faintly of some pretty floral soap. The way your eyes still scan his face, looking at him like he was everything you had ever wanted.

Joel reaches behind his back to take off his jacket. It’s slow and precise, stripping it off his broad upper half, before letting it fall onto the back of a nearby rocking chair. His fingers work on rolling up the sleeves to his flannel, pushing the fabric farther and farther along his tanned forearms. 

His fingers move to brush against your side, pushing up and up until he’s stripping you of your own jacket— slow and steady—before he tosses your coat right next to his, moving to work on getting you out of your shirt. Strong hands grab the hem and tug it leisurely above your head. Taking his time in undressing you— teasing you. 

But fuck if the slow pace he sets isn’t almost a little painful. Everything he does, every move he makes, feels so strategic and meticulously planned out— like he’s been thinking about doing this with you every single day since you two strayed from each other. 

The worst part, you think, is that he does it all in silence. He doesn’t speak or say anything for the moment. No quip or dirty jab to get under your skin to make him fuck you faster. It’s just him, and his eyes, drinking you in like it’s the first time he’s ever seen something so delicate before…and he wants to be careful not to spook you.

It makes your heart pound, hard, against your ribs. Playing a melody that only he could hear as every precise touch is slowly driving you crazy; forcing your lungs to expand faster to the point that you’re panting standing still as stone.  

His fingers raise and slowly push back some hair behind your ear. You flinch just a little, expecting the rougher side of him to take over but instead his soft gaze returns to scanning your face. 

The tips of his fingers trail down to follow along your jawline, where he tilts your head back. His lips brush against your forehead first, your temple second, and then finally— ever so gently— he lays his lips onto yours. 

The kiss is tender and soft, as if he’s scared you’ll run away. But when you stand firm, following his lead, he presses on. Placing another firmer kiss against your lips. And another. One more, faster, more daring. Another one that melts you into him. 

Joel’s hand leaves your jaw to cradle the back of your neck, pulling your mouth closer, closer, closer, into his. The quick pecks are replaced by longing, desired filled, hot, open mouth kisses. His pace quickens until the living room is filled with the sound of your chaotic and sloppy make out; where tongue and teeth alike collide.

Your lips gnash into his own, breath quickening with each twist of your mouth. Your entire body hums with his touch. Can feel his thumb rub soothingly across your skin as his other hand settles on your hip, dragging you just that much closer into his body. You’re chest to chest and the thought of you two being perfectly made to fit each other crosses your mind before it’s gone; being replaced by a swipe of his tongue.  

You groan as the taste of him spreads like honey, sticky and sweet inside your mouth. It’s warm and welcoming as you roll your tongue into his. And you kiss him with as much vigor and eagerness as you can muster. 

You’re a little ashamed to admit you’re the first to break, gasping for air and clutching onto the front of his flannel. Your head is spinning but Joel never falters, not even a little. 

“Bedroom?” Joel whispers under his breath, lips roaming down the curve of your jaw. He kisses firmly down onto your throat, his beard just barely scratching across your throat. His teeth nip at your skin while he moves his hands across the curve of your body, molding you in your hands like a precious sculpture– until he lays his hands heavy onto your hips again. 

“Bedroom.” You respond, jerking your head in the direction of the bedroom sitting just behind you. 

Without another word, he backs you up into your bedroom, guiding you with his fingers tangling into the loops of your jeans. Somehow in the mix of the make out session, he’s skillfully stripped you of your bra, leaving you topless as you make your way to the bed. 

Joel walks you right up to the edge of your bed, forcing your knees to buckle, and lets you fall onto your mattress with a whoosh. He doesn’t let you relax though, when he’s already working you out of your jeans. 

He strips you of your jeans. Quick and easy, and as soon as the fabric hits the floor he’s slotting himself between your thighs. The flat of his palm smooths upwards across the curve of your cunt, already aching and begging for him.

“Lace?” Joel mumbles, fingers rubbing against the lacy panties you wear, right where your clit is. His lips hover over your lower abdomen. His warm breath spreads along your womb before he places a tender kiss against your tummy. 

You shiver at his words but still manage to roll your eyes, even as his fingers press against your core. You silently curse your body for betraying you so easily. Already drenched for him with barely any stimulation like you were back in Boston. 

“Shut up,” You sigh, teasingly, pushing your fingers through his graying hair. “Just enjoy. I had to trade some serious shit for ‘em.” 

“Mhm.” Joel breathes. He places another hot kiss against your womb, his fingers hooking around the thin part of your panties and giving them a sharp tug. The fabric gives way to his strong hands easily; ripping the lace right off your body. 

You gasp as he tears away your underwear, eyes widening as you stare down at him with a shocked look. “Joel!? What the fuck!” 

“You wore these for other men.” Joel growls, soft and warm, lips barely just brushing against the bare skin of your stomach as he speaks. “I’ll get you another pair…that you’ll only wear for me.” He chuckles, dark and deep from within his chest, sliding his thumb up against the bundle of nerves that call for him.

“Ugh, enough of this jealousy bullshit.” You mumble, settling your legs heavy against his shoulders. Oh he was for sure gonna make it up to you tonight; especially after ripping your underwear. 

“Pretend all you want,” Joel whispers. Another kiss against your womb. “I know you’re enjoying this…” He trails off. His thumb slides away from your clit, threading through the wet seam of your cunt, circling that fluttering little place that is increasingly coming to yearn for him. “Just look here, you’re soaked.” 

You can feel the heat of a blush stretching across your face at his words. Damn him for being right…and damn your body again for betraying you! 

“Well then you better fuckin’ do somethin’ about it, cowboy.” You huff, tugging slightly on his hair. 

Joel laughs at the pet name rolling off your tongue, replacing his thumb with a thick finger he easily slips into the velvet soft of your cunt. “With pleasure.” He mumbles before his lips attach to the flat of your aching core. No more talking, he had work to do. 

His tongue darts out immediately, pressing through the folds of your pussy while he curls his finger inside. He returns to his slow pace from before. Drags his finger in and out of your core, making sure you feel every inch, every bump of his knuckle, as he twists and turns it inside of you. Makes you feel the entire length, from the tip of his finger to the base of his knuckle. 

Joel’s tongue doesn’t move any faster either. He slowly presses and brushes his tongue along your clit in agonizingly slow rolls. Spit dripping off his tongue to mix with your increasing slick, making it easier for his finger to move in and out— teasing you beyond teasing at this point. 

You groan at the fleeting pleasure. Just when you think it’s going to be a rush, a flurry of his fingers stretching you out, he takes it away. He’s moving just enough to leave you wanting more. And damn if he doesn’t know it. 

But damn if it wasn’t working wonders on you. Your entire body trembles under his well talented hands; leaving you breathless and trembling. He knew your body so well you’re almost convinced he may have crafted you out of some piece of wood with his bare hands at some point. 

Joel twists the finger inside of you until his palm is facing upwards and just when you think he’s going to remove his finger, he slips a second one inside. Your hips lift to meet the sharp thrust of his second finger, moaning his name as your hand tightens in his hair. 

His fingers thrust faster inside of you now, just a little more than before but not enough to pull you over the edge. He was saving that for just the right moment. His fingers spread deep inside of you, stretching you out with every thrust, while his tongue flicks back and forth against your clit. 

“Joel! Quit teasin’!” You huff, trembling at every deep thrust of his fingers. You can feel him chuckle against your cunt, sending an electric shock through your entire body. 

But for once this entire night, he listens to you. Joel’s fingers pick up in pace, thrusting deep and shallow into your core. He doesn’t let you live with that long before his pace changes again; his fingers curl before he’s digging into you. His entire hand is moving up and down, instead of in and out, forcing right into every sensitive spot deep inside. It’s faster and rougher, burning hot through your entire body. 

“Fuck!” You whine, lifting your free hand to palm at your closest breast. Once your fingers roll over the nub of your nipple, you know you’re not going to last long at all. 

You’ve quickly become coiled tight, ready to leap over the edge, ready for your orgasm to burn right through every inch of your body with every thrust of his fingers and dance of his tongue. Your legs scramble, your thighs tighten, back arches and you’re close, close, close—

But just before that thin line holding you together snaps, Joel removes his fingers and backs off. Edges you straight into a spiraling mess of whines and pleas; exactly what he wants. 

“Not yet. Not until I say so, sweetheart.” Joel huffs softly, rubbing calming circles into the thick of your inner thighs to bring you back down to him. 

“You asshole…” You groan deeply, sitting up onto your elbows to stare down at him.

Joel’s lips tilt in a smirk, kissing your knee before he straightens up to his full height. “Needy?” He asks with a teasing tone you’re not really used to yet. 

You roll your eyes, lifting a weak leg and pushing into his hip, forcing him just a little to stumble backwards. 

He’s quick to undress himself then, clearly just as needy as you are, starting with his belt buckle. You listen to him undo the front of his belt before sliding it free from his belt loops. Once he kicks off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, you try your hardest not to stare at the tent under the fabric. Clear as day, leaking, and hard as a rock. 

You turn your gaze away briefly, blushing like it’s your first time fucking seeing him…but it was also a little comforting knowing you weren’t the only one enjoying this. 

When your gaze returns to him, he’s taking off his flannel shirt, and your breath catches in your throat– but for reasons outside of what was going on. 

You stare at his abdomen, where a large scar is smeared across his skin. “This is new…” You whisper, sitting up solely to stretch out to him, trailing your fingers down the scar along his midriff; shaping its size with the tips of your fingers. 

“Eh, lil somethin’ I picked up on the job. Call it karma.” Joel responds with a twitch of his lips, a smile, before he tosses his shirt off and onto the floor. He makes himself comfy on the bed where his hands grab hold of you, dragging you up and into his lap. 

You stifle a laugh at his joke. Maybe it really was karma for leaving you…but a dark, twisted feeling flutters through your heart briefly. The scenario of him dying somewhere, alone, with maybe the thought of you on his mind— without you ever knowing…the thought hurts much more than you were willing to admit in the moment. But it’s quickly swept away when Joel presses a kiss into your throat. 

“Don’t get distracted now. I’m right here.” Joel hums softly, hands sliding up the side of your body.

You instinctively wrap your body around him. Legs hooking behind his back and your arms sliding around his shoulders. Hugging him as close as your bodies would allow. 

“Yeah, I gotcha baby.” Joel mumbles in response to your clingy hands. One large hand falls onto your lower back, rubbing soft, soothing circles into your skin. His other hand trails down to your knee, where he adjusts the both of you perfectly, lining himself up against the drip of your seam. The tip of his cock sweeps through your drenched lips, gathering any of his spit or your slick onto the head to make it all just a little easier. 

Then he steadily, almost cautiously, presses into you. The burn of his cock spears you but the stretch of him is forgiving with the pleasure it brings. His name rolls off the tip of your tongue as your pussy accepts more and more of him– stuffing every inch deep inside of you with ease. Your breath quickens as you suck more of him inside until there’s nothing more for him to give. 

He bottoms out, cursing under his breath at the tightness surrounding his cock, gripping your body just a little rougher as he forces himself to still; allowing you to fully catch your breath and relax around him. 

When he finally begins to move, Joel rolls into you, slow and steady like he has been all night. He hooks your leg back around his waist, his hand returning to lay heavy on your hip. He tentatively thrusts up into you; not harsh like a storm but more calming, relaxing– like a wave you float on. He reaches deeper than you remember; and with you sitting in his lap, his hands spread out against your hip and back, lips attached to your neck, all your senses sky rocket to an eleven. 

“Fuck Joel,” You groan, meeting every slow roll of his hips with your own. 

“Mmm, yeah baby, ya like that?” Joel whispers against your skin, sinking his teeth down onto a thicker part of your throat, marking you as his. He was gonna make sure if…this didn't work out, any man for the next few weeks would at least know you were made for someone else.

You don’t…hate it though.

Joel thrusts shallowly but just like with his fingers, he’s easily pressing into every sensitive curve inside your pussy. Your mouth falls open as your bodies connect again and again. You clench around his weeping cock as he bottoms out again and again inside of you with every roll of his hips. Feeling a little victorious as Joel curses under his breath at the tightness wrapping around him but it doesn’t last long when you’re already leaping for that damn ledge he edged you back from earlier. 

“Mm, Joel,” You whine his name, fingers kneading into the thick of his shoulders, head tilted back as he places another harsh mark on your throat. And he knows you’re close. Knows everything about you that it makes you want to weep in his arms and stay there with him—forever. 

Joel stops though. Edges you yet again and it makes you sob. He just doesn’t want to admit that with his age…he was also reaching the end a little earlier than he used to. It probably didn’t help with the way you moan his name, so sinful yet light— like it was the only word you knew how to speak. Or when you were so wet and drooling all over him; or clenching around him so tight he could see stars.

“Wanna hear you say it,” Joel breathes, fire and ice prickling along your skin. “Say you’re mine.” He adds with a hum against your throat. 

Joel stays completely still deep inside of you, throbbing against your velvet walls that scream for him to move. 

You bite down on your bottom lip, silencing yourself for a second before just absentmindedly obeying him and his words. You almost want to be difficult, to scream and yell at him that this wasn’t the time and place for his jealous ass to be taking over; but god was it hot. From the start, speaking next to no words to now panting hard against your skin, whispering the filthiest of things. 

“C’mon baby…” Joel chuckles softly, rolling his hips to dig deep inside of you– making stars dance across your eyes. “Say it. You’re fuckin’ mine.” 

You shiver in his grasp, releasing your bottom lip and letting your mouth fall open to speak what he (and you) both want to hear. “Yours!” You shout, nails digging into the thick of his shoulders. 

Joel hardly waits for you to catch your breath before he’s digging deep into your core again. His hips jut forward, picking up his pace the second that word leaves the tip of your tongue. He moves faster, thrusting harsher again and again into your pussy. You swear he’s hitting your womb in this position and it strips any air from your lungs. You feel him deeper and fuller than you’ve ever done so before and you already know you’re not going to last long with the sudden, brutal pace he sets. 

“Repeat it.” Joel growls. His grip on your hip tightens, using your body to meet every single one of his thrusts.

“Yours!” You gasp, legs locking tighter around his entire waist. You follow his lead with every single thrust, rolling into meet them. If your mouth was open, you’re sure you’d be drooling from the mind numbing pleasure running it’s coarse throughout your entire body. “Fuck! I’m yours, all yours Joel!” You babble, tears springing to the corner of your eyes. 

Joel chuckles deeply, skimming his lips from your throat, where he’s left your skin a blossom of reddening petals, to your jaw. “All mine. No one else gets you. Not ever again…” He mutters, leaning back ever so slightly so he can see your eyes. 

Unfocused as much as they are, Joel still captures your gaze. You briefly look into the warmth of his eyes before his lips capture yours. He kisses you once again, buried deep into your quivering cunt, setting a flame beneath your skin. 

It doesn’t take long now for your orgasm to spread through your entire womb. It blooms swiftly, taking hold of every one of your senses. His name sticks to your tongue as you coil up tighter around him. Your legs lock behind his back, your hands slide to cup the back of his neck as you kiss him deeper while your orgasm rocks through you. Your hips jerk wildly and you clench down hard around him, gasping between every small part of broken lips. 

Joel breaks the kiss this time, gasping wildly for air between clenched teeth. He growls, like a wild animal chasing after its prey, and bites down on his lip hard enough to bleed. He lets his head fall, forehead resting on top of your shoulder as he comes at the same time you do. He continues to roll into your gushing pussy, painting the insides with his own orgasm. Fucks you into overstimulation— broken sobs and the wet sound of splashing off skin echoes in your bedroom— until he’s entirely finished himself. 

Then silence stretches. Neither of you move, neither of you speak— only gasp for air. You continue to sit perfectly still in his lap, fingers rubbing into his sweaty skin. His own fingers run soothingly along your back. 

“I’m never letting you go again,” Joel breathes, breaking that built up silence, as he comes back down from his own high. His breath is warm across your body like a summer’s sun. “Never leavin’ you again.” 

The declaration makes your head lighter than your orgasm ever could. Joel was a different man. Muttering soft words you have never expected to hear from him. But the cherry on top that sends you spiraling into tears?

Three little words. 

“I love you.”

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐑𝐀 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

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so yall liked dbf!joel huh…….guess i’ll start working on a part 2 after requests are done LSHSKSHSKKSHSJHKH

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𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 ⋆˚꩜｡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: out of all the days for your car to have broken down, leaving you stranded on the side of the road, it had to be the day your dad had just left for a sudden business trip—he was hours away by now and you were just here; stuck. you could call a tow truck but the bill for that was…way out of the budget. so the only other thing you could think of to do was to call your dad’s best friend; joel miller.

a.k.a joel (the sexiest man alive) comes to your rescue and you want to repay him for it.

𝐟𝐭.dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜: 7k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: mdni, no-outbreak!joel, straight smut, no real plot, implied forbidden romance, significant AGE GAP, reader is in their 20s, joel is in his 50s, mention of sarah(30s + no ellie), no use of y/n, joel likes pet names, sexual tension, joel tries to remain morally ‘right’, joel’s a lil insecure if you squint, thigh riding if you squint, dirty talk, handjob (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v (just the tip!), coming onto/between v too.

𝐚/𝐧: FIND PART 2 HERE

You’ve heard more stories about Joel Miller than you had actually seen him in real life; only meeting him one other time in the entirety of the six years he’s been your dad’s best friend. But with no other family and no extra cash to pay for a tow…you prayed that maybe he’d find it in the kindness of his heart to come rescue little ole you. 

Thankfully, your dad had given you his number in a “just in case”, if you ever needed it. Strange how for once your dad was right about something you had swore up and down would never happen. It almost made you smile— and you would if not given the predicament you were in right now.

For a moment, as you sit in your car, with your thumb slightly trembling as it hovers over Joel’s contact name, you silently pray that he’d pick up when a stranger was calling. 

No more time to talk yourself out of it, you press on his name, watching your phone begin to ring at your request. You quickly tap the speaker button, hands clammy as you listen to the dial ring. Your heart is pounding in your chest for some odd reason as the line continues to ring and ring.

You’re just about to give up hope and hang up, so his voicemail doesn’t pick up for you instead, but suddenly you hear the line click and a deep southern voice echoes in from the otherside; “Yeah?” 

You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until you suddenly exhale a deep sigh upon hearing his voice. “Hey!” You blurt out. “You probably don’t have my number saved or anything like that but I’m the daughter of your friend!” 

“Oh,” Joel starts and you can hear him rustling around, as if he’s putting down something he had been working on. “I remember ya. Somethin’ I can help you with sweetheart?” His voice drips with honey and confusion and you can’t blame him. But the tender way he mutters sweetheart has your fingers trembling just that much more. 

“Yes, actually! I’m a little stranded at the moment. See my dad’s outta town for a business trip and my car has broken down so yeah…” You trail off, fiddling with the edge of your phone case while the words ‘I could use some help’ stick to the back of your throat. 

“You need me to come get ya?” Joel’s warm voice breaks the silence, knowing exactly what you couldn’t say seconds before.  

“I mean, that would be awesome if you could! But like, don’t worry about it if you’re busy! I could call a tow truck or something.” You ramble on. And for a second you think maybe you’ve lost service as he doesn’t say anything right away but as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking; he answers you. 

“What road ya on?” Joel asks all soft like, while you can hear some more rustling in the background. 

You glance at the maps on your phone before telling him the road you were on, fingers returning to fiddle with your phone case. “But like again, if you’re too far or busy I can just call a tow!” You mutter as the pit of your stomach does backflips. You’d really hate to inconvenience him but at the same time…with your father gone…and being in seemingly the middle of nowhere…you’d take your chances of annoying him just a little. 

Joel laughs on the other end and it sends a warmth that rivals the summer heat through your entire body. You catch the faint sound of keys jingling on his end before he responds. “No worries hun. I’ll be there in twenty minutes or so.” 

And with that, Joel says his goodbye and the call ends. 

“That went…surprisingly well.” You mutter to yourself as you stretch out along your driver seat. Might as well get comfy while you wait. 

Just as promised, Joel shows up about twenty-five minutes later. He parks an older farm truck right behind you that squeaks as the door opens with his exit. You get out of your own car to greet him and you hate how your stomach returns to doing flips but for an entirely different reason.

Why couldn’t you remember him being so fucking handsome before? His tan skin, the salt and pepper of his hair, the stubble of his jaw. He was broad to say the least; his shoulders and chest wide, and he carried himself like a man in charge. You expect a man as toned and well muscled to be a little mean…but then he smiles upon seeing you and all your fears melt away.

“Howdy,” Joel calls, nice and easy like the breeze, making his way to you. 

You simply nod your head in response, unable to find the words to speak, as he stops in front of you. Your eyes lift just ever so slightly to look up into his eyes and fuck, they had no right to be so pretty shining in the sun like that. 

“Pop the hood for me? Let me see if these old hands can’t figure out what’s gotcha parked here.” Joel light heartedly says. And for some odd reason…you knew that if he asked you for anything in that sweet drawl of his, you’d do it in a heartbeat. 

You ease back into the driver seat of your car, reaching for the little latch that would pop the hood open. At the click, Joel moves to the front of your car while you debate sitting there, waiting to be told what to do. In the end your curiosity gets the better of you as you exit your car again. You move to the front end alongside him, staring at a mass of smooth and twisted metal underneath…not understanding a single thing as you look down at it. 

Joel must see the confusion in your gaze and it makes him laugh just a little. “S’aright hun. You ain’t gotta worry about tryin’ to figure it out.” He hums as his hand reaches forward, twisting off a cap you don’t know the name of. “Unless you wanna?” He teases as he retrieves a long, metal like wand from the depths of the engine. 

You laugh along with him, shaking your head at his question. “No thank you. Maybe next time.” You respond in a light tune, continuing to watch him as he works. 

But you can’t help staring at something other than the engine he works on.

Your eyes graze over the strength of his tan forearms. Noticing right away the scars that linger along his weathered skin. But what you really wanted to see was the muscle of his bicep— hidden underneath that damn teasing denim shirt of his. Wanted so desperately to watch him stretch and his muscles flex as he moved about while working on your car.

Your eyes trail down the rest of his body, where your attention is immediately drawn to his back. Your eyes fixate directly at the point of where his shirt meets his jeans, watching as his shirt lifts with every stretch he makes across the engine. It lifts just enough away from his jeans to allow you to see a little bit of exposed skin underneath it. His sun-kissed skin trailed all the way down his back and the idea of touching his warm body made your fingers twitch. 

“Well your oil is fine but it seems like your radiator cap is split.” Joel says. His words immediately pull you from your thoughts and you jump a little; startled as if maybe Joel could hear exactly what you were thinking…thankfully, he couldn’t. 

“Not good, I’m assuming?” You ask with a clear of your throat, desperately hoping your thoughts would return to normal with it. 

Joel chuckles a little and shakes his head as he leans back and away from your engine. He wipes his hands across his jeans and you've never thought about how sexy a man could look dirty and disheveled like Joel does right then and there.

“No good ‘til ya get it fixed at least.” Joel hums and gestures for you to step back just a little, before he lets your car hood slam shut to lock it. “It’ll keep overheating like it is now but…” Joel trails off until he comes to stand in front of you— and you swear he’s close enough that he can hear how hard your heart is beating inside your ribcage. “If you keep it slow, ya could follow me back home. I might be able to fix it long enough for ya to get back to your place.” 

You swallow a lump in your throat and nod to his solution, you weren’t coming up with anything better anyway. Plus, it got you a little more time with him. Little weird that you wanted to spend more time with a ‘stranger’ twice your age— who you just thought about touching in a…not so friendly way— but you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know him just a little better. 

“Yeah, that sounds fine. Thank you so much.” You respond with a smile. 

Joel smiles right back at you before one of his large hands reaches out and grabs your shoulder, giving you a squeeze. “Don’t worry ‘bout it sweetheart.” He says in a light tone, hand sliding just a little inwards along your skin; where he gently rubs a circle into the back of your neck, ever so slightly, before he snatches his hand away. Moving on like nothing happened. As if…his intrusive thoughts had won him over for a split second, before he turns on his heel to open the driver door for you.

Your entire body hums with a newfound feeling you’re not quite sure what to call yet. You float into the driver’s seat, putting your seatbelt on, while Joel motions for you to roll your windows down and you do; rolling all four of them down in somewhat of a panic after misclicking the first time in your jittery state. 

Joel settles onto the ledge of your window, up close and personal enough that you could see the scars on his face. 

Oh how you wished his eyes would look at your lips and give you a reason to kiss him, right then and there. And god did he look good leaning over to you like that too; like he wanted it just as badly as you suddenly did. 

“‘Member, slow and steady,” He breathes and you can almost feel the flutter of his breath across your cheek. “If you see this needle get close or even above this red line right here, pull over and turn the car off a'ight?” He adds, pointing to a needle on your dash.

You nod slightly, fingers twitching at the thought of breaking down in an even worse spot than you already were. And Joel sees that little flicker of worry cross your face before you can hide it and he chuckles. 

“Don’t worry yer’little head off, darlin’. I’ll lead. Be just right in front of ya, and all ya gotta do is follow me, okay?” He hums, tapping the edge of your window with every word, before he pushes himself upright and makes his way back to his truck. 

You watch as he leaves you, getting up into the driver seat of his own truck without another word. And suddenly you’re gripping the steering wheel for dear life. 

What were you doing? What were you thinking? Nothing appropriate to say the least. Images of him muttering that sweet nickname against your lips plays in the back of your mind like a damn movie. You definitely were reading too much into his body language and the way he rolled that darling off his tongue….he was just being nice and helping out a friend's daughter…that was it. You needed to focus. 

You let out a shaky breath, you once again had no idea you were holding, gaze shifting to watch his truck pull off into the road and you pull your car into follow suit behind him. Traveling slowly like he had told you to do so, eyes darting between the back of his pickup truck and your dashboard; watching that little needle he had pointed out to you for any kind of changes. 

After all of this, you’d definitely have to repay him somehow. Would have to ask him what you could do to return the favor of him coming to the rescue of a stranger. Could buy him dinner? That wouldn’t be too much money outside of your budget. Or buy him some beer or whiskey as thanks; he definitely looked like he enjoyed a good alcohol here and there. 

Then a terrible, terrible, idea pops into your head. It was certainly a gamble; he was older, a friend of your dad’s, and probably did not see you in that light at all…but…it was a risk worth taking.

Besides, you could always flee Texas and never come back if things went really badly. 

When the two of you managed to finally arrive at his home, without your car breaking down again along the way, thankfully, you half expected him to live in something…strange to say the least. He was a man you didn’t know, a stranger to you as much as you were to him, and showing up to his house was more than a little odd.

But as you pull up into the long driveway behind him, you realize exactly why your dad was friends with him. He lived relatively secluded, no neighbors, in a gorgeous two-story farmhouse. A large barn sits at the edge of a fence line and beyond is just a beautiful field accompanied by a handful of animals; cows, sheep, and a couple of horses lazing about. You sit in awe for just a moment, taking in the scenery before you, until the brake lights of Joel’s truck flash you back to reality and you come to a full stop behind him. 

Such a big house for one man…or so you had hoped for. Suddenly you remember your father mentioning Joel’s daughter…would she be here too? What kind of person would you be contemplating…”payment” for Joel around his daughter? Shame settles in your stomach but you smother the feeling as you watch Joel slide out of his truck once more. He motions for you to pull around him and into his garage at the side of the house and do as he says. 

As soon as you shut the car off and go to open your door, Joel is already there at your side. A small, welcoming smile is settled on his face as he holds your driver side door open for you. 

You utter a small thanks before stepping out of your car. You don’t have a moment to really look at everything inside his garage before Joel is heading towards a door you assume leads to the inside of his house. 

“Let’s go inside for a moment. Grab a drink and cool off and then figure out what’s goin’ on.” He hums as his hand settles on the doorknob. 

You nod, quickly catching up to him. Your heart pounds inside your ribcage again but you swear it’s going to explode when Joel swings the door inwards, allowing you into his home, but it’s the hover of his hand along your back that causes your heart to pump three times as hard. Tingles seep into every inch of your body but his hand is warm and strong as it just barely touches your back.

Like he’s just trying to be helpful, that’s what he’s telling himself, but he’s tempted by other thoughts— where he wants to lay the full weight of his hand along your back and guide you to wherever he may want you. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it goes. Like an afterthought that never happened. 

You move into his home, gaze shifting over the layout of the kitchen you step into. From just a brief glance, you can tell the inside of his house was just as gorgeous as the outside was. Simple, a little vintage, but definitely something you could see a man like Joel living in. 

“Can I get’cha a drink?” Joel asks as he walks up to his fridge, opening it with an easy throw. “There’s some juice. Or if you prefer, I have diet soda. Sarah says it’s better for my health.” He jokes as he rummages inside the cool fridge. You could practically hear his eyes rolling and it settles the tension in your shoulders. 

“Some water will be fine,” You hum in response, standing awkwardly beside the kitchen island, your fingers running along the counter. “How is Sarah, by the way?” You ask as your eyes settle onto a nearby picture frame of Joel and his daughter. “I’ve only heard about her in passing from my dad…when he was talking about you.” 

“Oh?” Joel chuckles somewhere behind you. “I hope only the good things are told.” 

You smile at his words, stopping at the edge of the kitchen island. 

Not prepared in the slightest as the tips of his fingers press into the back of your arm; causing you to jump at his touch and swivel on your heel to face him. And he’s close…closer than before. If you moved in anyway, you’re sure your chest would run right into his own. 

Your breath catches in your throat and you drag your gaze up into his. You freeze in the spot, waiting for something…anything to happen. Waiting for him to make a move, either away from you or to sweep you into his embrace but he does neither; he freezes just as much as you do. Tension swirls around the room like a hot summer’s wind, brewing up a storm, making everything just a little too sticky and your palms sweaty.

But just like a tornado, the tension comes and goes, leaving everything in place except for the feeling of ‘holy shit’. 

“Your water, sweetheart.” Joel finally mutters, taking his slight step back and offering you up the water he had fetched out, breaking the tension that had built up seconds ago. 

You take the glass of water out of his hand with a slight tremble to your fingers but you hold it nonetheless, continuing to stand still as he pulls away. He clears his throat as he retreats, putting space between the two of you once more. 

“But yeah, um, Sarah’s good. Married, no kids yet but maybe one day.” Joel says through another clear of his throat, trying to will away whatever that feeling of “holy shit” was from before. He turns away from you once more, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

And from your position, you can see the tips of his ears flushed a soft red. It makes you shudder at the thought of him blushing around you like some lovesick man. 

You take a sip of your water and it tastes stale compared to the want you have for the older man. You clear your own throat to try and refocus, nodding to his statement about his daughter.

At least it was somewhat comforting to know that, after what just happened, his daughter wasn’t going to come racing through the front door and watch her dad hit on someone younger or the same age as her. 

“And no Mrs. Miller?” You blurt out before you can even think about what you’re saying. Certainly pushing the boundaries now. Your dad had never spoken about Joel having a wife before but it never hurt to ask…especially after what just happened. “Sorry that’s inappropriate, right?” You embarrassingly mutter, even if it was the right thing to ask after the two of you just got done dry humping each other with your eyes.  

Joel chuckles slightly at your question, shaking his head as he eases back into ‘mr. calm and collected’. “S’alright. But yes, once. A long time ago. I’ve been divorced ever since.” He responds but says nothing more as he sets down his own preferred drink on the counter. “It’s just lil ole me and Sarah.” Joel adds; letting you in on his quiet life just a little more. 

You want to tell him how much you’re glad it’s just him. How you’ve been wanting just him since he stepped out of his truck back on the road. 

“And you? No partner waitin’ at home for ya?” Joel asks quietly, as if he’s unsure if he really should be asking the question or not; but curiosity is getting the better of the old man. 

You laugh a little at his question, an easy smile sitting on your lips. “Nope. Suppose I wouldn’t be here if I did.” 

“Hmm,” Joel ponders. “Suppose not. But I doubt you’d wanna be stuck here with an old man like me if ya didn’t have to.” 

“Good thing you don’t know me too well then,” You chime, tucking a few strands of loose hair behind your ear, glancing away from him as you ramble on about how much you are actually happy to be there, with him.

When you lift your eyes back to him, you stare right into his warm gaze. “I’m…enjoying this.” You admit finally with a shaky exhale. And if this wasn’t the moment that would set the nail into the head of: “do I need to flee the state or is this okay?” then you weren’t sure when it would happen. 

Joel’s eyes crinkle just ever so slightly and so quickly, that for a second you think you've almost imagined it. And you can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He nods just a little, as if he’s almost speechless, clearing his throat to once again shake off the tension that has built up.

Returning back to reality, he takes a sip off his drink and settles against one of the many kitchen cabinets, swirling the liquid around in his glass. “So, your dad didn’t teach you anything about cars?” 

You laugh, shaking your head as you join him in leaning against the island counter. “You’re surprised? He doesn’t know a damn thing about them either.” You huff softly. 

“Mmm, true. I had to show him how to change a tire once.” Joel responds playfully, glancing in your direction.

“See!” You chuckle again, fiddling with the cup between your fingers. “Guess that’s why he told me to call you if I ever needed anything.” 

That warm, fuzzy feeling floats over your entire body again; weighs on you like a thick blanket while Joel falls silent for a second. 

God, how you wished you could hear what was going on in that head of his.

Before he answers, he shoots back all of the dark liquor in his glass, needing it for whatever else may go on that day. “He was right. Call me for anything, ya may need sweetheart.” Joel whispers, low and slow, sending a cool spike down your spine.

You suck in a quiet breath while his words stick to you— like your thighs would stick to a leather seat after sitting down for too long. Your pulse throbs in your throat. Was he just confirming what your dad had told you to do; to call him whenever you may need it? Or were you reading too much into it all…just because your feelings for him were running a little too wild? 

“So, thought ya didn’t live in Texas any more? Some fancy school or job, your dad mentioned one time or ‘nother.” Joel breaks through the silence you had left in the open, bringing you back to the moment with him.

You take another sip off your water before giving him a small nod. “Yep. Just came back to visit him. Bein’ a good daughter and all.”

“Hmm, a good daughter…” Joel mutters to himself and if you two weren’t so close, you probably wouldn’t have heard him. You can’t help but think what he could mean by that but you’re not going to bring it up…yet. 

“Anyway, I’m only here for a few weeks, and of course on my vacation my car decides to break down. Just my luck huh,” You sigh. “And my budget doesn’t allow for car troubles so I’m really hoping you can fix it.” 

“Budget?” Joel hums, glancing down at his empty glass, most likely debating to get another drink or not. “And you were gonna call a tow truck on a budget?” Joel says with that teasing tone of his. 

“Well…yeah, I guess if I had to.” You respond with a shrug, smiling over at him. 

Joel chuckles, his gaze casted into the depths of his glass as he fiddles with the cup while he speaks. “No doubt you could swindle your way outta some trouble if ya had to.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You tease right back, taking the chance to inch closer to him. 

Joel clears his throat, as if he hadn’t expected to say what he said in the first place and just got caught. Now he was struggling to come up with the words to justify exactly why he said what he said. “Uh, well ya know,” Joel starts, stopping in his search at the bottom of his glass, his summer gaze returning to look over at you. His eyes tenderly move along your body; following every curve and dip as if it were his fingers trailing your skin instead. It feels like an eternity, him just looking at you, but in reality it probably only lasts for a second too long. “Lookin’ all pretty like that. Just sayin’ you could get away with anything if ya wanted to hun.” He says, all hushed and soft. 

A storm was absolutely brewing now and suddenly you’re glad to have worn that summer floral dress you had bought ages ago. 

You wait for a heartbeat, his gaze still licking flames across your body, before you reach out to him with a gentle but firm hand. You press your fingers into his exposed forearm, making a little circle against his tan skin to mimic him from earlier. 

And for some reason, you were far bolder than you had ever been in your life as you took another step closer to the older man, skimming your fingers further along his skin, batting pretty eyelashes in his direction. 

“Anything?” You whisper, just loud enough for him and only him to hear. Didn’t matter if no one else was home, you wanted to make sure it was for him. 

It was a good sign when he didn’t immediately jerk away or start yelling for you to get out. His breath catches in his throat this time and you watch as his chest begins to rise and fall as you stand dangerously close to him. Standing in the shadow of his frame, being almost swallowed up as he towers over you. 

“Darlin’” Joel finally utters, glancing down his nose at you, his fingers twitching at his sides; as if he’s trying to hold himself back from embracing you. “You know that’s not a good idea.” 

You shrug a little, pushing your fingers just underneath the curl of his shirt sleeve, touching the very beginning to the thick of his bicep. “Why not? It’s just us.” 

“You know why,” Joel protests softly. “I’m twice your age. And I’m your father’s friend.” 

“And yet…you’re not moving away,” You whisper, making it a point to squeeze his bicep. Your eyes trail from his gaze to the plump of his lips, lingering just long enough for him to notice, before you glance all the way back up to his eyes. “Let me repay you for coming to my rescue.” 

He doesn’t speak, having been caught and now his argument was quickly crumbling into almost nothing. 

To give him a little encouragement, your fingers trail back down to his wrist and you guide his hand to the edge of your skirt, pushing his fingers just slightly under your dress and against the thick of your thigh. “C’mon…Joel.” You hum his name all sweet like honey and it finally breaks him. 

“Fuck,” Joel curses under his breath as he sweeps you up. The hand on your thigh opens up and curls around you, dragging you into the front of his chest. His other hand settles against the curve of your neck as he comes crashing down onto you like a wave. 

He presses his lips into yours in a hot and heavy kiss. His tongue is already darting along the thick of your bottom lip– desperate and needy— just like you’ve been since the second you saw him bent over your car. 

“Dammit, you…” Joel pants against your lips. “I was tryin’ so hard…” He groans, lifting your hips into his own with his single hand. “You and that damn dress and the way you stare at me, Christ.” Joel fumbles, shifting his hand along your body. His hand grabbing your ass in a tight grip, his calm and collected self long, long gone now. He squeezes your ass, eating up the moan that tumbles from your lips into his. “Wanna hear that pretty little voice callin’ my damn name s’more.” 

“Joel.” You breathe his name and it makes him groan again. It’s deep and raspy, sends a vibration to the very tips of your fingers.

His knee bumps into yours, knocking your legs to part to allow him space between your thighs. The flat of his thigh presses right into the spot where you’re quickly coming to yearn for him. You grind into the thick of his thigh, mewling into the softness of his mouth. You were already far too needy, dripping through your underwear and smearing against his jeans.

Joel groans at the increasing wetness slicking his thigh and his fingers grip just a little harder along your skin. His teeth grab hold of your bottom lip, gently pulling on the plumpness, before his tongue is replacing his teeth with a wet swipe.  

“Taste s’good sweetheart.” He whispers with a chuckle. “Been wantin’ this all damn day.” 

You shudder at his words— at least it was comforting to know that since he showed up in the middle of nowhere to save you; you weren’t the only one looking at him in a new light. 

You needed more than just a little dry humping and hot make out session to be satisfied though— especially concerning the risk of…everything. Your fingers once gripping onto the thick of his biceps trail down to the front of his pants, fiddling with his belt. 

But his own hand quickly grabs your wrist the second you attempt to undo his belt.

Startled, Joel breaks the kiss, panting roughly while his gaze settles onto your flushed face. “We shouldn’t.” Joel mumbles, shaking his head just a little. Trying to talk the both of you out of doing something that could potentially ruin a lot of things. Kissing could be excused but anything else after was not so easily explained or forgiven. “I shouldn’t. You shouldn’t…not with an old man like me.” Joel counters through clenched teeth. 

“Joel,” You softly utter his name like a prayer. “I want you so fucking bad right now, I don’t care. And I know it’s not just me.”

“This is a bad idea…” Joel groans as he stares down at you; his composure slowly coming undone once again as his grip around your wrist is slowly loosening up.

Funny how you had told yourself that exact same thing too. But now you really didn’t care; no obstacle could get in your way when your cunt was throbbing his name. “Slow and steady…” You whisper his earlier words back to him. “You lead, remember? I’ll do what you say Joel…” 

Joel hesitates, clearly battling his inner thoughts. He could have you, right then and there– in all his desperation, need, and desire pent up for you. But he was your dad’s friend and if he ever found out…it would end far too many good relationships. 

“Just…a little more.” Joel finally huffs, crumbling like sand as his lips return back to yours in a last-ditch effort to calm all of his worrying thoughts. And it helps when you melt right back into the kiss.

Your fingers return to fidgeting with his belt buckle, trying to strip him as quickly as you possibly could just in case he changed his mind. Your hips moving faster, grinding heavier against his thigh. His name tastes sweet as it rolls off your tongue as you manage to undo that damned buckle. Your fingers work wonder’s undoing the rest of his jeans. Fingers flicking the button open and the zipper comes down with just a small tug of his jeans. But your fingers don’t stop in the slightest as they seek out what you’re really after. 

Joel helps ever so slightly, shimming his jeans down to his thighs, giving you the room to shove his underwear down and finally set him free. 

You immediately wrap a hand around his hardened shaft. Fingers brushing up along to the very tip and you tremble at how wet he is. Leaking across the flat of your thumb with just a single touch. 

Joel deeply groans, breaking the kiss again and glancing down to watch your hand stroke him. Cursing himself inside his mind for being so pathetic and hard with just a little bit of touching and a few kisses— acting as if he was a fresh twenty year old about to get laid for the first time, all over again. 

“Just a little…” Joel whispers, mostly to himself, continuing to try and convince himself that it was all going to be alright if it was just a little at a time. 

Your hand continues to sweep across the entire curve of his throbbing cock, squirming a little under his watchful gaze. 

“Joel,” You whine his name, grinding harshly into his thigh again. You were soaking now; smearing across his jeans, leaving behind a desperate trail of need. 

“S’alright baby, I gotcha,” Joel responds softly, picking up your needy little tone. His fingers slip from beneath your dress, just to grab the hem of the fabric, yanking the skirt up high. You scramble with your free hand to grab your dress, keeping it up high for him so his own fingers can work on pleasing you. 

Thick digits slide down against the seam of your soaked panties and above the pleasure ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel chuckle at your apparent neediness. 

“Fuckin’ soaked baby,” Joel hums, swiping his fingers against your core once more. “This wet for an old man like me?” He adds before he yanks your underwear to the side. 

Calloused fingers travel through your slick folds, his fingers circling around the sensitive nub. Joel chuckles again at the whine that you try to hold back before he’s pressing a thick digit inside your velvet walls. 

You gasp his name, quick and harsh as he begins to thrust into the slickness of your cunt. Your hand moves faster along his shaft, trying to keep up with his pace as he fingers you. Your legs open just a little wider on instinct, allowing him more space between.

His fingers plummet into the seam of your cunt, rapid and a little sloppy but it gets the job done more than effectively. The lewd noises echoing inside the room from the slick of his fingers pumping in and out of you, normally would leave you an embarrassed mess but with a single curl of his finger, those thoughts immediately are swept away. 

His pace quickens and before you have time to react, he’s adding a second finger into the depths of your pussy; stretching you out, guiding you to a close, burning ledge. 

“Shit, Joel!” You sob, open mouth, tears flicking to the corners of your eyes. Your hand stutters but Joel doesn’t mind, his hips thrust forward, grinding the full weight of himself into your grasp.

Even in your haze you manage to shift your hand to point him directly where his fingers disappear inside your seam. “Want you right here, Joel, please. Please, I need it.” You cry, nudging the tip of his cock into your clit. 

Joel growls, deep from within his chest, like a wild animal claiming its prey. His hips stutter just a little, pressing heavier into your clit. But he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. 

“No. No, that’s…off limits,” He groans even as he continues to nudge his head into your cunt. 

“Joel,” You whine but Joel shakes his head, curling his fingers inside to send a strike of lightning along your spine. 

“No. Not this time baby,” Joel coos in a soft, luring voice. Trying to tell himself more than he was warning you.

“Just, ah, the tip then please, please.” You whine, clenching around his fingers still stuffing inside your core. “Please. Just wanna feel you, just enough.” You pathetically beg. His fingers weren’t enough, even just a little bit of his thick head pressing inside you would solve all your problems. 

It’s Joel’s turn to softly whimper after you speak. “The tip,” He repeats, tasting your words on his tongue. “Just the tip.” He says again, finally deciding that just a little bit more was enough. His thick fingers slip out from your inner walls and you feel empty without him. As if your body had been made to fit just him and him alone; and with how fast your head was spinning, you didn’t doubt it for a second. 

You nod frantically as he accepts just using the tip of his head. You grab hold of his shoulder and squeeze it tight, preparing for what comes next. 

Joel takes his hand covered in your slick and wraps it around the base of his shaft. His fingers tangle and nudge against yours; and together you move over his entire cock, coating all of him in the remaining wetness on his fingers. 

He takes a smaller step into you, close enough to smother you entirely. He slots himself right into the slit of your cunt, dragging every inch of his shaft through your soaking wet folds. 

You shiver as he drags himself against you, gripping his shoulder just a little tighter as a mind numbing wave of pleasure races through you. You angle your head ever so slightly to kiss up along his neck, panting against his skin with every kiss you try to place. 

“Fuck…you’re droolin’ all over me sweetheart.” Joel groans, thrusting his hips forward again. He stares where the two of you connect, pupils blown and mouth slightly agape as he watches with awe how he disappears between you. The hand not guiding his cock against you hooks around the crook of your knee, bringing your hips into his. Joel opens your legs and in one fell swoop he slips inside your sloppy seam; and as promised, just the tip. 

When he presses the tip finally inside of you, it knocks the breath out of your lungs. You gasp for air, digging your nails into the thick of his shoulder. His name bubbles up into your throat but it never leaves your lips. Your thighs tremble just as much as your bottom lip does with his entrance into your aching cunt. 

Joel’s grip on your knee is sure to leave bruises but god if he asked, you’d tattoo them on your body. To remind him, and only him, that you belonged to him. 

His entire body shakes as he forces himself to remain totally still. He grunts through clenched teeth as he wills himself not to move further inside you; no matter how badly he wants to slam his hips forward with the way you suck so eagerly on just his tip— he refuses to do so. And it takes every ounce of his willpower not to thrust forward.

“Fuck,” Joel growls under his breath. “‘S tight. You’re so tight, baby.” He adds with a slight whimper to his voice, eyes still heavily staring where the two of you connect. Hips sliding back, dragging the length of his cock out, before digging forward again.

You don’t answer, can’t answer; all you can think of is how fucking good he’s making you feel, even with just the tip.

When he finally sets a good pace, his thrusts are sharp but shallow and not near enough to truly satisfy every inch of your needy core but you’ll take it…until next time. Next time, he’s fucking you into the goddamn mattress until you pass out. 

You try your best to move your hips in sync with his shallow thrusts but Joel quickly shuts that down with his hand moving to grip your hip. When you manage to look up at him, he just weakly shakes his head a little. 

“No.” He mutters, sweat dripping off the high of his eyebrow. “If you move like that I’ll want more than this…” He admits with a flutter to his eyes. 

You groan but nod nonetheless. “Next time.” You huff with a hoarse voice. 

Joel chuckles a little and nods right back at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Next time.” He mimics before returning to dig into your core. Your dress bunches under his grasp and he uses it just a little bit to keep himself grounded and you from moving. 

Your body is raging like a storm beneath your skin with how quick your orgasm is rising to greet you. And you’re almost sure if he fully pressed his cock into every inch of your sensitive pussy right then and there, you’d make the worst mess. You’d soak your dress and every inch of his jeans and boots. And while you want him so badly all the way, deep inside, kissing your womb– you’re a little thankful he wasn’t. Didn’t want to embarrass yourself too badly, this time anyway. 

“Joel,” You utter, stars blossoming across your vision with your impending orgasm burning inside your lower tummy. 

“Shh, I know darlin’.” Joel hums back. He doesn’t have to say anything about his own orgasm with the way his cockhead is beginning to swell inside of you. 

For a split second you almost want to beg him to cum inside, wanting to feel him warm and deep inside every inch of your trembling walls but you could already guess what the answer to that was going to be, so you keep your lips sealed. 

Your mind turns fuzzy as his shallow thrust turns chaotic and ruthless, stretching you with every drag. Your knees feel like they’re about to buckle and break but his strong hands hold you up anyway. He wanted you to finish, wanted to feel you clench and flutter around his tip while he considered turning you around, bending you over and really getting the chance to stretch you out. 

“Baby girl,” Joel drawls, low and slow, pressing kiss after kiss into the crown of your head. His chest rises and falls with every rapid breath he sucks between his teeth. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy…not gonna last. Want you to come for darlin’, all over my cock, can you do that baby?” 

He doesn’t even have to ask twice. You can no longer find your voice to form any other word besides “please” as the heat of your womb blossoms. The warmth explodes through every inch of your body. Your back arches with your orgasm, hips stuttering and if it wasn’t for Joel’s big hand on your hip, you might have swallowed him entirely by accident. Your chest presses directly up into his and you can taste the tip of his name coating your tongue as you come all across his cockhead. 

He waits until you’re entirely spent before he allows himself to come as well. He lets go of your hip, grabbing the thick of his base once more, and drags himself out of your tight cunt at the last second before he smears his mark across you.

White, hot spurts of cum splash against your cunt with every stroke of his hand. With a deep groan, he presses his tip into your clit, leaving his mark right up against the curve of your pussy. His hand quickly moves along his entire shaft, pushing out every last drop of his cum into the slit of your quivering pussy. Your name is whispered so softly in time with every jerk of his hand, it leaves you lightheaded and whimpering for Joel.

When he’s finished, his own damn head is spinning. He’s out of breath, staring at the mess he’s made with half lidded eyes. He swipes his thumb through the stain he’s made, chuckling quietly at how much sticks to your skin. 

“Damn sweetheart,” Joel hums in approval, shivering at the sight of you covered in his mark. “You got so much outta me darlin’, like I’m fuckin’ in my twenties again.” 

You’re slowly coming down from your high when he speaks but his words make you laugh alongside him. You were no better than he was; that was one of the best orgasms you’d ever had in your life. The pleasure still pounding inside your ears like a second heartbeat. 

“Yeah? Imagine what it’ll be like next time.” You whisper, letting your full body weight fall back onto the kitchen counter he had previously backed you up into.  

Joel quiets then, letting silence stretch between the two of you like a dry, humid summer. You can’t read his gaze and with the silence accompanying him, you’re not sure you want to read it anyway. But it’s gone quickly and he returns to that softness you’ve seen all day long. 

“Next time?” Joel hums, threading his fingers through your sticky cunt. “Next time, you’re not even gonna be able to fuckin’ walk, sweetheart.”

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐑𝐀 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

@lowrisemiller

[zevrra]

next up on my tlou fics: dbf joel!!

and then i shall start working on the joel/tommy requests that i’ve gotten! but i’m always accepting a few more!! 🤍

[zevrra]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⋆˙⟡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: joel wants to work on his latest wooden craft; but sitting across from him for so long…you want something else.

𝐟𝐭. (old man)jackson!joel x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜: 2k(ish)

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 18+, mdni, straight smut, established relationship, undisclosed age gap (joel is 55-60 yrs old), oral (m receiving), deep-throat, f!reader touching themselves, joel’s a lil mean/bratty, joel’s BIG too, coming inside reader’s mouth, dirty talk, mention of the lil blue pill at the end.

𝐚/𝐧: yeah…this was supposed to be a hehe haha lil one paragraph thought and umm…yeah. joel is infectious…enjoy! :3

“darlin’” joel drawls softly; warm and gentle like an afternoon sun in the summer. it was nothin’ but a sweet, southern warning as the weight of your foot presses into his thigh.

he had been working on some wood carving for what felt like hours, with no end in sight. he said it was important and that he wanted to finish it tonight…but you had other plans. sitting across from him at his kitchen table, flipping through some book that you dragged out of his shelves. boredom has your eyelids feeling like they weight a hundred pounds and you’re pretty sure you’ve read the same page more than four times.

which is where you get the wonderful idea to have a little fun of your own.

you scoot down a little in your chair— just enough to not be suspicious right off the bat— until you lift your foot to press gently into his knees. nothing unusual, something relatively normal to be honest. as any other day, joel would gently grab hold of your calf and stroke along your skin. you wait a heartbeat, flipping through the book as if you’re still reading it, before your foot advances.

the first warning.

you bite down on your bottom lip at his southern drawl but he doesn’t look at you— just continues to work on his little carving tangled up in his fingers. you watch for a moment as his knife smoothes over an edge, the wood that curls up underneath the blade and falls onto the table. you wait for the fourth or maybe fifth skim of his knife and the fall of discarded shavings before you begin to move again.

no longer as teasing as you probably should be; you shift your foot right in between his thighs. pressing just enough weight onto his softness to liven him up a little and not to hurt him.

joel grunts under his breath and he slightly jerks as you press your foot into his jeans and his cock beneath— a good start.

with that you finally draw his eyes away from his carving. his glasses settle onto the edge of his nose and he glances at you from over the rim; the second warning. but all it does is make your heart flutter. you smile all innocent like, shrugging your shoulders under his heavy gaze before his attention returns to the wood carving in his hands.

clearly, just teasing him would not be enough to get him to put away what he was working on and instead ‘work’ on you; so you’d just have to push your luck a little more.

you place the book faced down before slowly slipping out of your chair; sinking right down onto your knees and under the kitchen table. you replace your previous advances with your hands now, skimming the palms of your hands along his inner thighs as you move between his parted legs. your fingers are just grasping around the metal of his belt buckle when he’s noticed exactly what you’re up to.

you hear him halt in his work by the tap of his knife being set down on the table, and then he’s scooting back in his chair a little. where he can look down at you and your position from beneath the table, his gaze a warm summer’s heat that lights your whole body on fire. joel sighs an old man sigh, a lifted eyebrow pointed down in your direction as the only words he says.

you shrug once more, dawning a not-so-innocent smile as your fingers continue to work at his belt. “m’not doin’ nothin’” you coo up at him, putting on your best southern accent to mirror his own. a little tilt to your lips as you stare up at him from your little sweet spot between his thighs. “you can still work, right?” you hum ever so sweetly, slipping the leather end of his belt out of the buckle. and just because he’s watching; you put on a good little show for him. you lean forward, pressing a kiss into the waistband of his jeans, before your lips wrap around the button of his jeans. you unbutton the front of his pants before taking his zipper in between your teeth and slowly pulling it down as well.

the twitch in the corner of his eye lets you know exactly how well your little show is working on him. along with the twitch beneath his boxers. but he restrains himself nonetheless and lets you play out your little plan.

once the fly of his pants is positioned opened wide, you hover over the half-stiffness inside his boxers. letting out a hot breath right along the growing tent inside his underwear. you chuckle at the twitch your breath gains you before you occupy your mouth with something else entirely. your lips press into the curve of his half hard cock before your entire mouth is warming across his boxers. you leave open mouth kisses along every inch of his shaft, fingers working circles into his jean clothed thighs.

you can hear him choke back a deep groan that buzzes inside his chest. makes your head fuzzy hearing him try his best not to enjoy what he’s seeing and feeling. makes you want to ruin him just a little bit more.

“go on old man,” you mumble teasingly against his shaft, your fingers working upwards to hook around his boxers waistband and giving them a tug; just enough that one of your hands can fish him out from beneath the fabric of his underwear. now he’s entirely hard, standing at the ready and drooling at the tip like a young man would. you press a kiss into the leaking slit of his tip as a smile forms on your lips once more. “finish your carving…”

you barely glimpse his lips curl as he tries to respond to your little teasing but you don’t let him. your mouth surges forward, fully wrapping around the head of his stiff cock— effortlessly cutting him off from speaking. another deep groan from within his chest has your toes curling.

you’re slow in your movement to take more of him into your mouth. keeping a steady hand on his base as you slowly sink onto him, teasing him just a little more. he was used to the fast paced, ‘need to hurry before patrol’ bj’s you usually gave him in the early hours of morning. but on the other hand…you’re a little surprised as the more you swallow him, the more his hands stay above the table. normally, those calloused, strong hands of his would be tangled up into your hair; pulling your locks as filthy praise tumbled from his tongue— but not this time. no, this time, joel was going to let you work all on your own. it was punishment. since he knew how much you liked to hear him tell you how fucking pretty you looked sucking him off.

whatever. if the older man wanted to be just a little meaner this time…fine by you, you’ll just have to work a little harder than usual.

at that thought, you suck around him a little harsher. using your own free hand to tuck strands of fallen hair behind your ears to keep them out of the way. sliding further and further down until you can’t take anymore of his shaft; swallowing him completely to the hilt. he sits so comfortably inside your mouth and throat, as if you were made to hold him there, but neither of you get to enjoy the satisfaction for too long as you slowly slip him back out of your mouth with a wet pop.

you smirk up at him and his heavy gaze. dark eyes, pupils blown wide from the lust seeping through his rough exterior. watching as his breath quickens inside his lungs to make his chest rise and fall in rapid succession.

oh hook, line, and sinker. he was all yours now— carving be damned.

you press another kiss into the slit of his leaking head, giggling at the way his eyelashes flutter, before slowly shifting your hand up to meet your lips. you stroke him entirely. from base to the tip, dribbling his precum onto the plump of your bottom lip. any other night and joel would’ve called you every pet name under the sun, with almost every ounce of praise he could fling at ya. but tonight he just bites the inside of his cheek, demanding you to continue with just that dangerous glint to his eyes. as if he’s waitin’ for the right time to strike and turn you into a babbling mess.

that would come sooner or later though— you still had some teasin’ to do.

you slide your hand faster over his shaft. jerking him with a steady pace until your mouth yearned to return to him. so with a little help of some of your spit slicked onto your hand and thus onto his shaft; your lips return to wrapping around his tip. thanks to the added little bit of slick and his smeared precum, you’re able to move faster across his large cock. bobbing your head faster and faster with only a soft gag here and there from the thick of his head damn near hitting the back of your throat.

if you hadn’t done this before, you’re sure you’d be choking and gagging way more than you were now…like the very first time the two of you slept together. definitely was a little bit of a shock at how massive he was.

“you fuckin’ dazin’ off?” joel’s gruff voice coos from above.. embarrassment flushes your cheeks a royal red as his words sink in; realizing you might have accidentally let your mind wander away from the task at hand. “y’started this…gotta finish it now, darlin’” joel hums, the pet name rolling off his tongue oh-so-sweetly, as he finally, finally, sinks a few of his fingers into the top of your hair. but he grips harsher than usual, sending a little shiver of pain down your spine. but it’s a more than welcoming little sensation; causes your eyes to flutter and hearts dance across your gaze as you look up at him.

but it’s him yanking on your hair, forcing you to take all of his aching cock into the entirety of your mouth that sends an electric shock straight to your womb. your pussy throbs, slick flooding from between your slit and throughly soaking the panties you wear. you moan, light and whiney, around his base; your nose is pressed into his tan lower abdomen. and he holds you there, with just one big hand of his, forcing your lungs to go into overtime to keep you breathing.

immediately your hand shoots down between your thighs, where you press fingers into your drenched panties, slipping the pads of your fingertips right along the entire curve of your cunt. you whimper at the first touch of your fingers, forcing your gaze up to his as you rub against your clit with a shudder.

joel chuckles, deep and low, and directly at you as he watches you touch yourself. “that fuckin’ needy sweetheart?” joel hums in response to your pathetic moan; sending shivers up his entire body as well. he doesn’t let you answer though as his fingers untangle from your hair, returning to their original position above the table. a nod of his head is the only other thing he ‘says’, instructing you to continue your work.

and you do as your told. drawing your mouth back to his tip, catching your breath, before swallowing him whole once again. the deep burning need inside your tummy turns you messy. spit dribbles down your chin with each bob of your head. and with each press of your fingers against your core, you flood into your ruined panties.

and while joel doesn’t touch you, his mouth sure does run. your name sinks off his tongue every time you edge closer to his tip; every curse known to man taking over when you sink down onto the base of his cock. and you know he’s getting closer and closer to the burning of his own orgasm when he starts to string just a little bit of praise together.

“fuck,” he huffs, watching his thighs clench hard at either side of your head. “couldn’t wait, huh? only got one thing on that pretty lil mind of yours, yeah? fuck.” he groans deeply, fingers gripping the edge of the table to keep himself from giving you the satisfaction of, well, him losing his internal battle. “yer’mouths so hot, so warm. you were made to take me, ya know.”

his words make you weep around him but his twitching cock forces you to swallow a pathetic whimper. his dirty talk spurs you on, faster and faster, until he can’t take anymore. the primal groans and grunts that leaves his lips and the way he swells inside your mouth gives you all the clues you need. you hum around him once, twice, drawing out a few more of his deep breathy moans, timing it just perfectly before you sink him into the back of your throat.

his hips jerks erratically as he cums deep into the warmth of your mouth. you hum satisfactorily at the broken syllables of your name as you rides his orgasm out. when he finally finishes, you slowly pop off his softening, spent cock, getting a good look at your man; his pupils blown wide, chest heaving with every breath he tries to catch, sweat beading his forehead, and those sexy ass reading glasses of his are disheveled and lopsided. god it makes you want him so badly…more so than before.

“you better take one of your pills, old man,” you tease with a dripping lustful tongue, climbing up from beneath the table and into his lap, straddling his hips. “i’m not done with you yet.” you muse, taking up one of his large hands and pressing the tips of his calloused fingers into your drenched panties.

joel doesn’t have to say anything— the dark twinkle to his eyes says enough. you were in for a wonderfully long night.

[zevrra]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

— 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴

𐙚 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: tommy is leaving for seattle in the morning. he may never return so you only get this one night with him before he goes— and you’re going to make it count.

𝐟𝐭.jackson!tommy miller x fem!reader

𐙚 𝐰𝐜: 5k

𐙚 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: mdni, pure smut, pre-seattle tommy, a lil hurt/comfort if you squint, undisclosed age-gap, established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cowgirl, missionary, unprotected sex, p in v penetration, coming inside, breeding kink, praise kink, tommy likes to yap, emotional love making

𐙚 𝐚/𝐧: this is longer than i thought it was going to be…so hope y’all enjoy jshdhdjh reblogs are appreciated too :3

“I’m leavin’ in the mornin’.” Tommy exhales, leaning against the door frame to your bedroom. His arms crossed over his chest, closing himself off from anything you could try to say to change his mind; there was no changing it, not about this. 

As if you would try to talk him out of going anyway. You knew what this meant to him. Knew that he would not find peace until finishing his journey of revenge. 

Biting down on your bottom lip as you stare at the bag he’s packed sitting at the edge of your shared bed for just a heartbeat longer, before you turn to face him fully. 

“Just wanted to let you know.” He adds, clearing his throat as if he’s the one trying not to cry. As if he’s trying to convince himself that he was truly leaving. 

“You know the risks,” You state while you manage to cross the room. You come to stand before him, fingers reaching up to grab hold of his collar; where you hold him in your grasp as tight as you can. “So you better make love to me tonight like it’s going to be the last fucking time.” 

At first, Tommy seems confused, as if he had prepared an entire speech to give you on why he was going to avenge Joel but then your words process in his mind and he turns into a live wire. “C’mere.” Tommy huffs, inviting you into his arms and you accept without hesitation. 

His strong hands find your waist as he hauls you up and when your legs wrap around his waist in response, his hands slide down to your ass. He’s tilting his head up slightly and you capture his lips at the movement. Your fingers tangle into the curls of his hair while his tongue dances across your bottom lip. You groan into his mouth before you press your tongue back onto his. Lips clashing together as he carries you backwards into your shared room. 

“Tommy,” You gasp at the sudden roughness from your lover. 

You can feel his lips tilt upwards ever so slightly in a smirk as he continues to move into the bedroom. One of his hands slides down the back of your thigh, inching his way between your legs but he stops just before reaching his destination— teasing you as he walks up to the edge of the bed. 

He breaks the kiss for just a split moment as he lays you out onto the bed. Your back hits the fluff of your bed sheets but you’re not allowed to get accustomed to the comfort of your bed before Tommy’s hands are returning to pleasing you. His fingers brush along your thighs briefly before they hook around the edge of your pj pants. He bends down to meet your lips once more, just for a moment, before tenderly stealing you of your pjs. He yanks the fabric down to your thighs and off of your legs completely,  breaking the kiss to move his lips along your throat at the same time. 

“Let me take care of ya sweetheart.” He mutters against your skin as he discards your pjs onto the floor. His fingers replace the fabric, moving them along your bare sensitive thighs. Both of his thumbs press into your inner thighs as he parts them, allowing him space in between to fill— and he does so with ease. He lovingly kisses down the rest of your body while his fingers take hold of the hem of your underwear. He drags your garment down as his lips move down in time to your panties being taken off. He kisses gently into your hip before his fingers press between the folds of your cunt. Tommy moves slowly, teasing you, smirking against your skin as he continues further along his path. 

Your fingers tangle once again into curls of his hair, tugging ever so gently as he makes his way down. You adjust yourself once more, throwing a leg over his shoulder as he settles between your thighs. His lips skim over your womb, sending a shiver through your body, until his mouth settles right against the curve of your cunt.

“So pretty,” Tommy hums as he kisses your clit. His tongue flicks out, slipping between the folds of your pussy, gathering spit along the tip of his tongue and rolling it back against your core. “Always so fuckin’ pretty.” 

You tighten your grip in his hair, groaning at the feel of his tongue pressing against you and at his sweet words. God, always the type to praise you as if you were his heaven on earth. Every praise and every kiss had your heart pounding hard against your rib cage. You swear one day it’ll burst right out of your chest and into the palm of his hand, for him to have and to hold for forever. 

Tommy’s sucks against your cunt, bringing you back to reality with a whine. With your attention back on him, he continues his work on eating you out. His mouth forms sweetly over you, lapping at your gleaming cunt. Now it’s his turn to softly groan against you as soon as he gets that sweet, sweet taste of you that he loves so much. He sucks harshly once more, sending a welcoming chill straight up your spine. He groans with another slip of his tongue between the folds of your core; slurping up the slick you drool across his tongue. 

“Tommy,” You exhale his name, letting out a soft sob at the pleasure his tongue burns across your aching core. 

“Mmm yeah baby. Taste’s’fuckin’ good.” Tommy pathetically groans, giving your thighs a tight squeeze before one hand begins to slide across your warming skin. He moves to brush a thumb against your pussy, circling and edging his thumb inside your needy core— doing this again and again, not giving you the full satisfaction of fingering you just yet.  

“Don’t tease!” You whine, pulling on his hair with a pout. 

Tommy chuckles low at your words, the vibrations send yet another shiver straight up along your spine, but he finally stops teasing you. Rolling his wrist to press a single finger inside your soaked core. He flexes and curls it inside of you, drawing his finger slowly out, before pressing two inside instead. He stretches you out while his tongue laps against your exposed clit. Your thighs tremble at the stimulation, fingers tightening in his hair as your hips lift to meet the rhythm of his tongue and fingers. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry, biting down on your bottom lip to try and keep yourself from getting too loud. 

“Don’t hold your voice back baby,” Tommy demands, thrusting his fingers knuckle deep into your twitching cunt. “Wanna hear ya. Wanna hear how good I make you feel.” He adds with that damn charming smirk of his. 

Your mouth falls open at his request, allowing your moans to grace his ears once more. You whine his name as his fingers move faster inside of you. Presses deep inside while his tongue swipes across your clit. He attacks the bundle of the nerves far too well, sending lightning up and down your entire body; and with every curl of his fingers inside your soaking wet pussy, he pushes you closer and faster to the high of your orgasm. 

“Wait, Tommy!” You gasp, yanking tight on his hair. You didn’t want to come too early; wanted this moment to last the entire night. Wanted to stay here, with him, for as long as possible— or at least until the morning light of the sun would shine through the curtains of your home. 

“Mmm, yeah? Gonna come for me baby?” Tommy asks with a devious tone, knowing damn good and well what he was doing. 

“No, please! Don’t…not yet!” You gasp as one of your hands flies to your mouth as your orgasm burns into your lower belly. 

“Shh, s'alright baby doll. We got all night.” Tommy hums with a kiss against your cunt. Confirming your feelings immediately and settling you down within a second of his words. He was right, you did have all night and he has always, always treated you so damn good. “Jus’ go ahead. Want ya to come for me doll.” Tommy sweetly says, voice muffled as he presses himself back into the curve of your cunt. 

You want your body to relax but it doesn’t do as it’s told. Your muscles tense, your back arches, your pussy clenches tight around his fingers; winding yourself up like a damn spring ready to pop at any given moment. And that moment was now.

You finally snap, body trembling as your orgasm rushes through you. Pleasure numbing to the very tips of your fingers. The crash of your orgasm has you pathetically riding his tongue, fingers, face and all, entirely through your high. His name tumbles from your lips like a chant as he brings you to your first orgasm of the night. You swear the pleasure pumps faster through your entire body than any amount of blood ever does as the sensation overcomes you. Trickles of pleasure shoot to the very tips of your toes and it stays tingling across your entire body. 

Tommy groans as you orgasm; continuing to suck and slurp up any and all of your wetness that spills across his tongue. And he doesn’t stop until your body finally gives out and your orgasm comes to an end.

Just as you’re coming down from your high, Tommy is straightening up and standing at the edge of your bed. His hands grab hold of his shirt and you watch as he peels the fabric off of his body. Sometimes you forget how fucking lucky you are with a man that looks as good as Tommy does. His broad chest and shoulders, winter kissed skin, the moles you plan to place a kiss on each one, the thick of his biceps, and just every ounce of taunt muscle along his body made you fucking drool. You watch as he strips himself, discarding any clothes he had previously put on for bed; they were no longer needed in the moment; until he’s left with nothing but his boxers. Where the very outline of his cock actually makes you fucking drool. 

“Mmm there she is. There’s my pretty girl.” Tommy mumbles as he returns to you, as you return from your high, moving to hover over you once more. His hand slides to caress the side of your face and he takes a heartbeat to stare with those pretty eyes of his right into your own, a smile on his face as he presses a kiss into your forehead. 

And you know what comes next so before he can continue pleasing you, you want to return the favor first. You push a hand against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. Confusion shimmers in his gaze for a split second but he stops at your wishes. 

“Lay back and I’ll ride you.” You whisper in a soft, luring tone. 

And Tommy doesn’t hesitate for a second. He catches your lips with his, briefly making out with you once more, as his hands slide down to your waist. In one fell swoop, Tommy switches your positions around without ever breaking the kiss. His back presses into the mattress now while his hands on your waist guide you to straddle him from above. He continues to kiss you, lifting his hips to grind the weight of the front of his boxers against your soaking cunt. His fingers move down to cup at your ass once more. Where he kneads his fingers into the plump of your ass; pushing and pulling tenderly. Timing every flex and grope of his fingers with every flat rut. 

Your tongue rolls against his as your hands brush down along his chest. You travel the length of every curve and dip of his body until your fingers skim the edge of his boxers. You shimmy the fabric down slowly, teasing him now, as you smirk against his lips. Edging him slowly till your fingers wrap around the base of his hardened cock. He gasps softly at your touch, mirroring your smirk, before he plants a firm smack to your ass. 

He easily swallows the heavy groan that slips past your lips. Fingers returning to knead into the plump flesh that you know is slowly transforming into a soft red. He lays another firm smack across your sweet ass before his fingers inch their way down; finally, he gently presses a lone finger back inside your drenched cunt. A chuckle echoes from your lover as your sensitive core trembles and clenches around his finger. But you weren’t going to let him have all the fun tonight; this was for the both of you. 

Quickly, you sit up, breaking the kiss, shooting him a playful glare. “Hands to yourself, cowboy. I’m in charge right now.” You hum with your own little laugh. Watching with amusement as Tommy jerks his hands back, returning to grip at your waist. 

“Yes ma’am.” Tommy playfully teases, dawning that charming little smirk of his as he stares up at you, squeezing your waist as a reassurance. 

You sit up then, moving one hand to lay flat onto his chest, feeling the hardened muscles flex underneath your touch as Tommy gets comfortable beneath you. Your other hand stays wrapped around his stiff shaft, where you slowly move your fingers from the base of his cock to the scarlet blush of his tip. Pressing ever so gently into his most sensitive area this time, eating up his low groan that resonates deep from within his chest. You watch with an intense gaze as his body shudders at your touch. Seeing and feeling his entire body react to your touch just makes you want to move your hand a little faster; makes you want to keep him right then and there forever. 

You stroke him a little faster, thumb following the slight curve of his cock as you rush him from base to tip again and again. 

“Oh shit, baby doll…” Tommy moans at your handiwork. His brow furrows at the pleasure warming through his entire lower half. He squeezes your waist again, hips jerking ever so slightly in tune with your pace. 

You take it just a little further by pressing your slick cunt right against his shaft. The tip of his head bumping into your clit, causing you both to moan at the same time. You stroke him with the palm of your hand while you grind your pussy directly into his cock; a wave of pleasure rushes over you with each jerk of your hips. Can’t help but drool at the thought of finally getting to slip him inside. And without even having to say anything, Tommy is vocalizing your own want. 

“Darlin’,” He huffs softly, one of his thumbs stretching to rub across your lower half; right over your womb, right where you needed him the most. “Need to feel ya.” Tommy sighs, making little circles into the softness of your lower tummy. 

And that’s all he has to say. You lift up onto your knees, stretching out as far as you can, hand tightening around his base to keep him still. You line your cunt up against his cock head, groaning even at the slightest bit of friction caused by it. Your other hand strokes along his chest. “Tommy…keep your eyes on me.” You whisper, demanding his full attention.

Tommy’s head shoots up at your request; his big, pretty eyes staring directly at you. His gaze shifts along your face, trailing further and further down until he stares where the two of you meet. He sucks in a sharp breath as you begin to slip him inside of you. Biting your bottom lip, you keep your own gaze on Tommy’s bewildered face, not wanting to miss a single second of him either. Treating it as if it’s the very first time for the both of you…or perhaps the last. 

A moan tumbles from your lips as your cunt slowly swallows him up. Your pussy throbs and clenches around him as you take more and more of his own throbbing cock deeper inside of you. And as promised, Tommy never looks away. He pants, hot and heavy, gripping your hips a little tighter as you sink down onto him. You’ve only managed to the halfway point and somehow you feel so full— to the point that your thighs fucking tremble because of it. He feels deeper inside your pussy in the position, damn near kissing your womb already and you haven’t even taken all of him. 

His eyes flutter from the pleasure wrapping slowly around him; his mouth props open as his tongue tastes your name again and again. And yet it’s his burning gaze that pushes you onward. 

The wetness from your own cunt was nothing compared to him leaking precume inside of you– truly letting you know how fucking turned on he was. It helps you to keep going, thighs aching or not, you press the rest of his throbbing cock deeper and deeper; until you finally bottom out. 

“Christ, doll!” Tommy gasps when you finally manage to take him entirely; his breathing ragged at every moan that leaves his lips. He doesn’t move though, no matter how badly he wanted to in that moment, forces himself to still at your earlier request of being in charge; wanted to give you everything you could ever want. But you swore you could see that pretty vein in his neck, bulging under his skin at the restraint he possessed. Could feel the grip on your waist deepen with the promise of leaving bruises onto your skin for tomorrow morning; a keepsake.

“Fuck,” You whine as you force yourself to stay still, attempting to adjust to his size while trying to catch the breath bottoming out knocked right out of you. Jesus, was it your first time? You can’t ever remember feeling this…stuffed before. “Did you get fuckin’ bigger?” 

Tommy chuckles through clenched teeth. “Nah, you just drive me fuckin’nsane sweetheart.” He attempts to laugh again but you clench around him, forcing his laugh to end in a deep groan. 

With your breath returning, you finally allow yourself to move. Using your palms splayed out on his chest as a leverage to move; with a slow roll of your hips you slowly lift off of his weeping cock. The friction draws another pathetic babble from your lips as your seam slowly reaches the tip of his cock. 

“God, you look so fuckin’ good,” Tommy whines as he watches you lift your hips. He watches even closer as his shaft slowly reappears from deep within your throbbing, wet pussy. “Yer’fuckin’ droolin’ all over my cock baby.” Tommy notes as one of his hands quickly moves to where you two connect. His thumb strokes across his soaked shaft, gathering a mix of your slick and his precum up, pushing the wetness up into the bump of your clit. 

You shiver at his touch, glancing between the bliss twisting along his face to his thumb circling your clit and his cock stuffing you. You grab his wrist gently, lifting his hand up to your lips where you suck onto his thumb that had gathered the slick, making eye contact with him the entire time; before you thrust down onto him. You take all of his cock back inside your tight cunt in one fell swoop. 

Tommy struggles to catch his breath for a second, watching the scene unfold before him far too quickly for his liking. He didn’t know what to focus on first— you sucking onto his fingers or you sucking his cock back inside of you. 

He flexes his thumb inside your sweet mouth while his buried cock twitches inside your core. “Fuck darlin’,” He drawls, all sweet and low and warm like the sun. “You tryin’ to make me come early? Want me to fill yer’pussy up that badly?” He coos. 

You smile around the digit in your mouth, tongue caressing the underside of his thumb. You clench around him as your only answer before you begin to move. You roll your hips to test the waters. A shallow thrust that hits you deep and keeps him stuffed inside— a thrust that has him tossing his head back in pleasure with a tumble of your name escaping from his lips.

Seeing him so undone eggs you on far more than it normally does. It turns your testing waves into erratic thrusts as you hump him deep inside your needy core. Bouncing faster along his shaft where the sound of skin on skin echoes almost as loud as Tommy’s breathless moans do. He gasps and babbles, trying to say anything as you ride him so wonderfully but his voice falls short; where he can only recite a mantra of your name and every slur under the sun as you fuck his cock into your velvety walls. 

His free hand travels to grab the edge of your pj top, where he yanks it almost hard enough to rip it. “Off!” He finally blurts through his other cries. 

Desperately, you bunch the fabric up under your fingers and lift it up and over your head at his request. It’s tossed somewhere over your head and forgotten within seconds. Your hands return to his chest but Tommy now has other ideas as he slides his hands to your waist, shifting his legs up as he props his hips up. He adjusts the two of you, jerking his hips upwards. The force of his thrust drives you forward, catching yourself by laying your palms flat onto the bed beneath him. At the new angle, Tommy catches one of your nipples into his mouth, giving it a rough suck and a firm bite. His hands travel around to your ass once again as he uses your body as a leverage to now fuck into you. His mouth is too busy so he no longer speaks, just groans and grunts as he nips at your breast. He pulls at your flesh before his hips jerk forward again. Tommy piledrives into your soaking pussy with an intensity that nearly turns you into a drooling mess. You clench around him and his roughness, your lips forming his name but you can’t seem to find your voice as his cock digs deep inside of you. His tongue dances circles around your nipple as he drags your body down with his hands on your ass to meet every single thrust of his own from below. 

Just as your arms begin to tremble from holding up your weight while Tommy fucks into you; he’s flipping everything around once more. He can only take so much before his own pleasure overcomes him. The hands on your waist tighten ever so slightly before Tommy is flipping you back onto your back. He’s quick to lock your legs around his waist with a guiding hand before he lays his own palms flat on either side of your head now. 

“Can’t hold back n’more.” Tommy grunts, snapping his hips forward. He roughly fucks into you now. Using the new position and angle to move faster, deeper, and rougher as he takes back control. 

You clench hard around his cock spearing you in half, gasping, clinging to the sheets beneath you. Knuckles turning ghost white with how hard you grip onto the bed sheets. Your head is fucking spinning and you know if you don’t come back down to earth you’re going to come again; far too early and without warning. ”Tommy!” Your lips curl around his name and Tommy reacts instantly. 

He captures your lips for a moment to anchor you. Stealing your lips and your breath before breaking away to catch his own breath. He quickly places a loving kiss onto your lips one more time before returning to his position, hanging above you. 

He stares down at you, a whine catching in his throat as he maps every curve along your face. He was going to remember every freckle, mole, scar, and wrinkle on that pretty face of yours; just in case. Didn’t want to assume the worst but he had too. Had to burn this moment of heat and pleasure into his mind, so that he may carry the image of your face in this exact moment with him on his journey. Taking a mental photograph so that he’d always have you with him.

In that moment, you do the same. Remembering every single scar and freckle, to the curl of his lips, and the crinkles of his eyes as he drowns himself into the pleasure of you— until you can’t take it anymore. 

All your emotions the moment he had announced his departure for tomorrow morning bubbles up into your chest. “Oh, Tommy…” You softly cry, tears clinging to the edge of your eyelashes. Tommy doesn’t slow his pace in the slightest at you calling his name though, quite the opposite actually. He speeds up, hands planted on either side of your head as his hips roll forward to meet your own. “Promise me you’ll come back.” You sob, your voice wavering. You’re trying your hardest to hold it together now. The feelings you had tried so hard to shove down come crashing onto you like a wave. Hoping that maybe if you begged him enough, he’d return from Seattle, back into your arms, entirely unscathed. 

“M’promise.” Tommy huffs in a matter of fact tone. He bends slightly to press a tender kiss into the high of your cheekbone, kissing away any tears that may have threatened to fall. “I promise my love. I’ll come back home to ya.” He repeats, making it clear he was going to keep his word. 

And he always kept his word. 

You nod, putting your full trust into him and faith alone that he may return to you. To reassure you even further, his fingers tangle into your own; he holds your hand tightly within his grasp. 

With his reassurance, your feelings are swept to the side and the lust of your pleasure returns. 

“‘N gonna come,” Tommy grunts. His brow furrowing, sweat dripping off the high of his forehead yet his eyes remain full of love; even while his lava burning orgasm teeters on the edge. “Gonna come, so deep inside ya, yer belly’s gonna swell and yer not gonna have to worry about bein’ alone while I’m gone.” 

His sweet southern drawl lures you in like a siren and all you can do is furiously nod to his promising words. You babble and whine, gripping his hand tighter at the mention of his cum flooding inside of you, begging him without even saying a single sentence. 

“‘S’that what you want baby doll? Wanna feel me fill yer pretty pussy up?” Tommy grunts, teasing you. His accent slipping harsher into each word he utters as he edges closer and closer to his orgasm. 

You mewl at his words, too focused on your own orgasm lighting a deep rooted fire inside your womb to form words; so you just nod again. 

Whatever he wanted. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he wanted. 

The thought replays like a loop inside your fuzzy brain. Again and again like a sinful little prayer. You had hoped that maybe if you just repeated one line over and over it’d keep you conscious and tied to this moment with him; but it doesn’t really help as your orgasm that had settled low into your tummy beforehand explodes into a bright, blue, burning flame. At the last second, you manage to squeeze his hand one final time as your orgasm eats you up. Your womb flexes, your pussy clenches around him, and a silent scream clings to the back of your throat. You manage just to taste his name one more time as your hips lift with every wave of fiery pleasure burning up every end of your sensitive nerves. 

“Shit!” Tommy curses feeling you wrap so tight around him with your orgasm, stars dancing across his vision as much as they dance across yours. His hips stutter at the sudden tightness but he does his best to barrel through as the high of his orgasm hits him. “I love ya. Love ya so much baby.” Tommy mutters as his orgasm comes flooding out of him and deep inside of you. You can feel the deep rooted, warm of his cum slipping inside of you with each of his final hurried thrust. Can feel it stuff every inch of space Tommy had not been able to reach beforehand. 

And before he finishes off, he kisses you again. This time warm and simmered, like a nice bath you’ve just slipped into. Kisses you like that of a nice summer breeze, full of love and passion with the promise of returning even when fall, and thus winter, threaten to take away your sun.

You don’t stop the tears that fall this time, kissing him back as much as you can in your half-awake state. His arms fold under your back and you two stay there, him still deep inside of you even as he softens, lazily kissing each other as if the world would end right then and there if you parted. And maybe, deep down, you wished it would…so that you didn’t have to wake up without him tomorrow morning. 

But the thought is pushed off to the back of your mind as exhaustion sets in instead. You cling to him, tight and hard, entangled in the last moments of your wake; and he stays right there with you. A soft murmur of your name and the love he holds for you, sung like a lullaby, as his nose presses into your temple. 

Tommy would return. He promised it. And he always kept his promises.

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐑𝐀 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

[zevrra]

oh i’m begging on my hands and knees for some tlou requests PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE 😭🤍

[zevrra]

zevvv ive been w*rking 7 days in a row and your joel works made me go :3 thank you for writing :P

awww i’m sorry you’re working so much anon!! hopefully things get better for in some ways or another!! i’m glad my joel stuff is helping you tho!! and if it cheers you up, i have some more stuff planned out for him & tommy, eventually sometime this weekend or next week. but there will always be something joel(or tommy) to look forward to here!!

don’t forget to rest as much as you can too anon!! 🤍

[zevrra]

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: the last thing you had expected in your years of peace was to see a ghost from your past; joel miller. a man you had known years ago, who had left you years ago, and one you had tried your hardest to avoid since you ended up in jackson. but none of that mattered now when he shows up on your doorstep with a pale face and a wounded leg.

𝐰𝐜: 2.5k

𝐟𝐭: jackson!joel x ex-gf!reader

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: mdni, one shot, angst, hurt/comfort, tw blood, tw injuries, tw needles, ex established relationship, slight age gap, medic!reader, eventual fluff, mentions of joel being a smuggler, joel is on the verge of tears in this, he’s a lil insecure if you squint.

𝐚/𝐧: this probably isn’t any good but i couldn’t get the idea of it out of my head AAA

“H-hey, uh, can I come in?” Joel half ass chuckles before sucking in a breath from the pain, leaning against your door to support himself. 

You quickly glance over the pale man, immediately catching the scarlet staining his pants from what you assume is a pretty deep wound. And in your heart you know you’ll never turn him away but dammit if you don’t consider closing the door, stepping away, and leaving him this time. But you couldn’t. No matter what, he was still Joel, and you couldn’t leave him to die. 

“This way. Just try not to get blood…everywhere.” You say with a roll of your eyes before moving to his side, taking up one of his arms and laying it across your shoulder and guiding him into your home. You carry him off towards the bathroom, the cleanest place you can think of, settling him down on the edge of the tub. “Take off your stuff.” 

“Not gonna help?” Joel teases but the look you give him shuts him up, for the moment. He begins to strip to the best of his ability while you rummage under the sink for your damn first aid kit. Finding it right about the same time he’s attempting to shed his durable jacket. 

You set the first aid kit on the closest ledge to the bathtub before begrudgingly helping Joel out of his clothes. You toss his brown durable jacket onto the floor behind you before your fingers head straight for the buckle on his belt. You twist and turn it, like you’ve done…far too many times, before discarding it along with his coat. Your nimble fingers quickly work on his jeans next; using your own knee for support as you strip him of his stained jeans, finally allowing you a decent look at what he’s gotten himself into.

“Shit…” You swear under your breath, slightly turning his badly wounded leg to the side, just to see how far the knife wound goes. 

Joel laughs though, despite the circumstances. “That bad, huh?” He groans at the first press of your fingers, sucking in another sharp painful breath.

You don’t answer him, ignoring him for the moment as you continue to look at the wound. Blood bubbles under your examination and you needed something to stop the bleeding an hour ago. You move back to the bathroom sink, grabbing a towel and drenching it in the warmest water you can manage before moving back to the battered man. You press the soaked towel into his wound as hard as you can, fishing for another towel at your feet and handing it to him. “You know what to do with that.” 

Joel takes the towel you offer him, wrapping it around the thicker part of his thigh, right above the wound, and ties it tight around his leg; a late attempt to stop the bleeding while you work your magic. “Damn hunter,” Joel grunts through the pain, tightening the towel with every word. “Didn’t see him. Caught me on my way back to town.” 

You weren’t that interested in how he got to this point. Knowing what happened would just make your fingers tremble and your heart hurt. So you try your best not to indulge him. “You’re just getting old.” You mutter back before you press hard into the wound, your other hand rummaging with the lid of the first aid kit beside you. You retrieve a thin needle and the sutures needed for stitching the wound, nodding your head for Joel to replace your hand with his as you attempt to thread the needle as quickly as you can.

Joel starts to chuckle but the pain spreading across his thigh has him trailing off into a groan. Once successfully threading the needle, you return to your work, peeling off your now ruined towel from Joel’s wound. 

“You know I was, uh, never…good with words,” Joel frets, picking at something invisible under his nails. Dull and dim from years of working with his hands. “But uh…thank you. For this.” 

“Yeah, you made that a little too obvious, Joel.” You hum back, hoping to hurt him as much as his knife wound did, before continuing to work on the task at hand. Your fingers trail along his inner thigh, smoothing over the edge of his wound, sizing it up once more. “Now, no more moving. Or talking.” You add before placing the needle on some clean gauze, reaching for alcohol to sterilize the wound and the needle. 

Silence falls between the two of you, allowing you to focus entirely on fixing him up. With a deep breath, you steady your hands before pressing the tip of the needle directly into his skin. You move skillfully, having also done this a time or two, pushing the needle in, stitching it across, threading it back down to tightly seal the wound. You keep your gaze locked on the work you do. Watching every press of the needle and the sutures that follows suit. You may be upset about some other old wounds of your own opening up— but at least Joel wouldn’t die to this one; not this time. 

“Just like…old times, huh?” He says through gritted teeth, tossing his head back when you press the needle through his skin.

You exhale an annoyed huff through your nose at his statement. Trying your damned best to quickly do the rest of the stitching needed to keep him from bleeding out everywhere. You didn’t want to linger too long anyway.  “Heh, yeah, before you left me in the middle of the night, right?” You say, biting your bottom lip to keep it from wobbling. No, you couldn't break down crying…not right now, not in front of him.

After what feels like maybe forever, with just a few more twists of your needle, you’ve managed to completely sew up his knife wound. Quickly, you knot the edge of the thread as tight as you can, clipping the suture with a pair of metal scissors before tossing the entire kit back into its box. With a slam of the lid, you forcibly close it, turning to put the first aid kit back where it rightfully belongs— for next time. Why you would ever hope there was a next time…you didn’t know. Didn’t really need to get your hopes up. 

What you needed was a fucking drink. 

“You’re still angry at me.” Joel weakly says, clearing his throat in an attempt to try and not make everything so damn awkward…it obviously wasn’t working. 

In that moment, everything comes back to you in a rush. The feelings, the sleepless nights, the tears you shed…everything rushes up like a punch to the gut; knocking the air from your very lungs. “Dammit Joel!” You yell, turning on your heel to stare him down, unable to stop the tears from forming this time. “Of course I’m still angry! I spent months waiting on…fucking anything from you! You left me in a world full of shit!” You choke out, picking up his coat and throwing it at him with as much force as you can manage. It almost pisses you off more that he easily catches it without so much as a flinch. Your next target is the bloodied towel as you pick it up with a tight grip.

And you think the silence that stretches for mere seconds right then and there was going to be the end of it…but your thoughts just keep spilling out. 

“You would rather throw your life away than tell me goodbye! You didn’t care if you died tomorrow while I sat waiting, hoping, praying for your god forsaken safe return.” You cry out, pointing an accusing finger his way. “But what hurts the most, damn you, is that I could never stay angry at you! I knew you had your reasons! Knew in my heart I…I would always forgive you!” You finally snap, slamming down the blood soaked rag into your sink. You turn away from him once more, tension lining every inch of the muscles in your shoulders as you grip the edge of your bathroom sink for any semblance of balance. You wished you could keep going, to yell at him some more to make up for all the lost time the two of you had but your words are quickly replaced with broken sobs and hot tears streaming down your face. 

The silence, once welcomed, is now suffocating. The only sound echoing inside the room was that of your pathetic sobs. You think for a split second that maybe he’s going to just gather his things and leave you, to flee into the night, never to be seen again…but instead of listening to him run away, you feel a shaky hand press into the small of your back. 

Joel stands beside you, hazel gaze full of sadness and worry as he looks down at you. He leans heavily against the vanity, trying his best to keep up off his hurt leg for the moment. 

“I’m…an idiot. And sorry.” Joel whispers as he retrieves his hand from your back, moving it to caress the side of your face— and like a fool, you let him. “I can’t apologize enough. I just…dammit, I was scared. I’m not a good man, darlin’. I was a smuggler back then and was…terrified you might end up hurt because of it. I’ve lost too fuckin’ much. I couldn’t…lose you too.” He admits with a weak tone. 

If anything, at least you knew he was genuine about the entire thing; you truly had never seen such a vulnerable state out of Joel before. It was evident that the years had changed him; and you. 

“So you just left?” You ask with that wobble to your lip, tears still streaming down your face. 

Joel frowns, swallowing a lump in his throat, as his thumb moves to brush along the trails of tears left behind on your pretty face. “Yeah, I left. It was wrong. And I’m…a fuckin’ coward for it but I was fallin’ for ya, too hard and too fast and it scared me.” 

You want to say something, to stop him from speaking, but all you can manage is a whine followed by a sniffle. With the back of your free hand, you wipe across one of your tear filled eyes, trying to return to your previous cold-like state. 

But before you can, Joel with his other hand, catches your own in a firm grasp. His fingers press gently into the cup of your palm, smoothing along your soft skin while butterflies dance in your stomach. He brings the back of your hand up to the curl of his lips, placing a gentle but forgiving kiss against your skin. You watch his eyes fall close for just a split second, as if he’s gathering the strength to continue. “You may never be able to forgive me for that and…and…I’m so sorry.” He mumbles apologetically. He was never able to find the right words so all he could muster was to apologize. And he would, until his very last breath. 

Now you really can’t find the words to respond to him. Cotton in your mouth, choking you, keeping you from further speaking your mind. 

He takes your silence as an answer though. 

He coughs slightly, clearing away the pain that lingers in his own chest. “I’ll leave and this time…uh, I’ll stay gone.” Joel finally says, promising to never return. Didn’t want to hurt you more than he already has. 

And yet, he lingers letting go of you. His warm hand catches one more tear from your reddening eyes before he slowly begins to slip his hand from your face. Sculpting you— as if he wanted his hands and his heart to never forget you, if this was to be the last time he ever saw you. So when his hands finally fall away, untangling entirely from you, it feels like the weight of the world slams into your chest. You watch as he stumbles back to the edge of the tub, fishing after his stained jeans. 

Time slows as your gaze follows him. You watch him move sluggishly towards his clothes littering your bathroom floor. You imagine him leaving, for good, this time, limping his way back to his little corner of Jackson, leaving you, avoiding you for the rest of your numbered days, never to see each other again…and that thought hurts more than anything.

You were not losing him a second time. 

You reach out for him. A firm hand stretches out quickly and you grip around the thick of his bicep; stopping him in his quest for his clothes. Tears spring free once more before you can stop them, and now it’s your turn to caress his confused face. You shake your head and thankfully, without any words, Joel seems to know exactly what you mean. His hand slips over your own, tangling his fingers into yours once more, while his other hand returns to press flush into your back. He moves like a man not wounded as he sweeps you up into him; closer and closer, he needs your body against his far more than he needs anything else. Pain, to be forgotten, as his lips crash into yours. He kisses you, full of longing and passion and need and all sorts of want. As if he had been waiting for ages to get the chance to kiss you once more. 

A sob slips from your lips and into his own but you kiss him back nonetheless. He gently squeezes your hand as you reciprocate his yearning, kissing you deeper and you accept it all. Falling into a perfect rhythm, as if you two had never parted in the first place. Twisting and turning, stitched together, made to fit perfectly for each other. 

You’d never admit how many nights you had lied awake, hoping for another moment like this with him. Never once had you sought out someone to fill the hole he had left. There was never going to be anyone else— it was always going to be him, and deep down you knew that from the moment you two had met. 

You’re the first to break from the kiss. Sucking in a sharp breath, tilting your head down and away from him for the moment. A laugh bubbles in your throat but it never comes out, so Joel oddly laughs for the both of you. 

“I don’t deserve this.” He admits, shaking his head in disbelief. As if he truly cannot grasp that whatever this was, that it was happening. 

“Maybe so,” You respond, finally clearing your throat of every obstacle from before. “You’ll just have to do a really damn good job of making it up to me.”

“I’d…like that. To make it up to ya.” He echoes your request, brushing his thumb once more across the high of your cheekbone, collecting any tears that he possibly could. His gaze is softer than you had ever seen it before; even when it had just been the two of you, surviving in Boston. Regret, sorrow, and love in those damned hazel eyes of his as he looks so sweetly at you. “I wrote…letters. Tried to, anyway, was just never good at words.” Joel chuckles, restating at how bad he truly was with words…and his feelings. That much was obvious, again.

This time, you finally manage to laugh along with him. “Mhm, tomorrow, I’d really like to read them.”

[zevrra]

i need some tlou (game and show!!) moots pretty please!! omggg i’ve got some THOUUUUGHTS ,,

[zevrra]

☆—𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊-𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

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☆ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 | 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢

joel always tastes so good. kissing him tastes almost bittersweet—like eating dark chocolate. that quiet, rough exterior breaking apart with just a little bit of pressure. he crumbles with a second kiss; not the first, the first always leaves him a little hesitant. doubtful that you’d want someone like him, older and much undeserving. the nightmares, the sleepless nights due to his past mistakes and yet…you answer him every time he calls.

when his tongue sweeps across yours, he tastes stronger than before—like a dark, spiced liquor. warming your body, flushing your face, making the tips of your fingers tingle. a calloused hand slides up against your skin, grasping the back of your neck. his thumb strokes along your jaw, tilting your chin up and deepening the kiss that leaves you gasping into his mouth, melting into the warmth—drunk entirely off his kiss.

“this alright?” he mutters, shutting the door behind him with a swift kick before pressing the two of you further into the room. “i know it’s late…” he trails off. he never mentions the nightmares or the inner turmoil that keeps him up this late into the night. but that’s why he’s there…so he doesn’t have to.

and you’re more than welcome to help him.

you push your hands up along his shoulders, tugging at his shirt as his lips press against yours again. he takes the hint, taking off the shirt he wore, tossing it into the abyss that is your floor. as he takes it off, your lips part for just a moment, long enough to allow you to speak. “it’s always alright. it’s you.” you mutter just before his lips crash onto yours again. you taste his sweet again as he backs you up onto the bed, undoing the front of your pj top every step of the way. stripping you of your pjs before he lays you out onto the bed. your back settles nicely onto the fluff of your blankets, and you lift a hand into the air towards him, a small smile on your face. “c’mere joel…let me take care of you.”

joel doesn’t hesitant this time— not anymore. he hovers over you, kissing you, melting into you. one hand settles back into the crook of your neck while his other hand grabs hold of your hip. he shifts your bodies together, tighter, leaving no space between the two of you. and when you lift a leg to lock around his waist, his calloused hand travels down the plump of your ass before he grips the back of your thigh. you both share a groan but nothing else is said for the moment. the only thing left between you two would be to forget everything else but this. the soft unspoken words that would allow him to forget everything that plagued him in the dark hours of the night, now that he was with you. for in this moment of tenderness, he could let go and be just the man who brought you pleasure; and to be a man consumed by the bitter-sweetness of it all.