allison

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[astcrian]

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Joel Miller

Determined Little Thing (smut) : outbreak!joel miller x virgin!fem!reader -> they didn't even know each other. but after one shift on morning patrol, joel knew that if he was partnered up with her again, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back

Cutie Pie (smut) : dbf!joel miller x fem!reader -> joel miller has watched her grow up. turns out it just took an apocalypse for him to finally see her the way she saw him.

[astcrian]

Just realized one of my fics hit 2000 likes and I am BAFFLED! Thank you so so much 🩷🩷🩷

[astcrian]

Girl your nearly at 1000 notes on both your fics, congratulations!!

Thank you so much!! <33 I genuinely can't believe it! 🥰🥰

[astcrian]

Just hit 1000 likes on Determined Little Thing and I’m genuinely speechless. I didn’t think so many people would even see it, let alone like it. Thank you so much 🫶🏻😘

[hauntedinkk]

roses and cream covered apologies ~ j.m

tags: MDNI, SMUT, FLUFF, husband!joel x wife reader, Valentine’s Day whoo hoo!, joel has some making up to do, brief description of an argument, make up sex, Joel’s love language is acts of service, romantic bath, strawberries and cream (hence the name), bathing together, bath sex, food play, joel eating the strawberry you’ve chewed? Idrk how to phrase that😂, makeout session, handjob, inappropriate use of a strawberry HEHE, reader is described with having a soft belly and breasts and a butt that can jiggle, clit stimulation, cowgirl, lots of the forbidden L word, orgasm and aftercare.

summary: you and Joel have an argument on Valentine’s Day morning so when you come home from work, he shows you just how sorry he is.

divider credit to: @/muerdida and @/dollywons <3

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You weren’t even mad.

That’s what you continued to tell yourself during the day as you stomped around the office and almost screamed at your computer when it froze for half a millisecond.

Your argument with Joel this morning stung a little more than you’d like to admit. And maybe he was just tired, just stressed out about the upcoming project he had in work, but it still didn’t fix the way he spoke to you.

It went a little something like this.

You complete the last button on your white blouse that you’d picked to match your black skirt, standing up from the bed and walking toward the basket of various different pairs of your own and Joel’s shoes to pick out a pair. You weren’t really meant to be working today considering it was Saturday, and if you were honest, you kind of wished you weren’t since it was Valentine’s Day, but you were promised a bonus of an amount that would be pretty silly to not take up on by your boss.

And besides, it was only a couple hours and Joel was actually working on the site for a few hours today anyway.

Meanwhile, Joel was downstairs preparing some breakfast for the two of you. Just some eggs and bacon, nothing fancy. He was well aware it was Valentine’s Day and he planned on treating you later on, but right now all on his mind was getting to work and making a start on whatever the idiots he hired couldn’t do.

Normally, in Miller Brothers Contractors Limited, he focused more on the business side of things. Bookkeeping, invoicing, that kind of thing. But Tommy had made him aware of a couple on-site issues and the moral of the story was that if he didn’t step in and basically do his own workers job’s for them, then they wouldn’t be finished the project in time.

It was always up to him of course.

So when you came down the stairs humming happily to yourself, he didn’t mean to snap at you. And he regretted it the minute he did.

“You’re up earlier than usual. Was wondering where you were when I woke up and you weren’t beside me.” You purr, wrapping both arms around his middle as he stood in front of the stove, flipping a piece of bacon.

“Just wanted to get an early start. Eat somethin’ decent before walkin’ into the shit show goin’ on at work.” He half grunts, not turning to greet you with a good morning kiss like usual.

You immediately notice the edge to his mood, and though you knew it wasn’t directed at you, it still made you want to fix it. “M’sorry, honey. I’m sure everything’ll be fine,” you comfort, standing up on your tip toes and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “And anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day. Didn’t see any roses on the nightstand,” you say, your voice teasing.

Joel can feel himself becoming agitated toward you for no apparent reason. Your chirpiness this morning was clashing with his mood and he just wasn’t in the humour to entertain it.

You, completely oblivious to this, continue with your teasing and use your arms wrapped around his middle to turn him around to face you, the movement causing the fish slice in Joel’s hand to fall to the floor. Joel breaks away from your contact. “Damn it! Jesus honey, can’t ya see I’m tryna cook us some food here?”

Joel crouches to pick up the utensil and the face of disappointment that he’s met with when he stands back up again makes guilt wash around his chest awfully from the way he spoke to you.

You feel the sting of Joel’s dismissive, irritated tone strike you and it makes you feel humiliated for even trying to be somewhat excited about the holiday that’s supposed to be romantic. You stare at him in offence for a minute before clenching your jaw and storming over to the kitchen chair where your bag hung and your phone sat. You sling it over your shoulder and march toward the front door. “Keep your breakfast. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You scoff bitterly.

Joel follows you to the exit, immediately regretting his choice of behaviour. “Wait — baby, I didn’t mean to, I’m so — ”

But before he can get the rest of his sentence out you’re already gone, door slammed in his face — rightly so, he thinks.

You sit in the driveway and tap through various instagram stories posted by friends and celebrities before finally psyching yourself up to bite the bullet and go inside.

It wasn’t that you were afraid to go in, you just didn’t want to so much as look in the direction of your husband with the way he spoke to you this morning. Any regular husband or wife would have a rant about the situation and get over it in an hour, but not you.

Maybe you were holding a little bit of a grudge.

You push the front door open and trudge through the hallway of your home before reaching the main area. Joel’s car was parked outside so you knew he was here, so considering he wasn’t lounging in the living room or doing dishes in the kitchen confused you a little, not enough to concern you much though. You remove your work bag and leave it at the kitchen table and kick off your heels, not caring to neatly set them in a corner.

You groan in relief at the sensation of freeing your achy feet before heading toward the stairs, walking up them listlessly until reaching the top. “M’home,” you call out dryly, walking toward your bedroom.

You intended to spend the rest of your Valentine’s Day brooding in bed watching re-runs of Grey’s Anatomy and maybe ordering some Uber Eats.

But before you could reach your bedroom, Joel comes rushing out of the bathroom across from your bedroom door. “Don’t — uh, don’t go in there yet.” Your husband blurts, the top three buttons of his flannel open. His hair is a little tousled, the tiny specs of grey in the thirty-six year old man’s hair more visible than usual. He looked like he had spend the whole afternoon running his hand through it.

You stare back at him in confusion, still with that evident annoyance in your eyes. “Uhm.. I wasn’t. What, did you shit everywhere, or something?” You ask with bitter sarcasm.

Joel chuckles nervously and shakes his head, shutting the door behind him and walking over to you warily. “I — no, I just.. I have a surprise for you,” he reaches out and cups your cheek with one of his calloused, slightly sweaty, palms. “To apologise for the way I acted this mornin’ and uhm.. you know, since it’s Valentines Day. Day of love, y’know.” He jests weakly.

You feel yourself slowly melting into his apology, your interest also being piqued from whatever surprise could’ve been hiding behind that door and why in the name of god it was set up in the bathroom of all places. You want to forgive him and just forget about the stupid argument, but the stubborn part of you still lingers and causes you to keep a very thin, small wall up.

You break eye contact, moving your head mockingly. “Thought you didn’t care about Valentines Day.” You say more as a statement than a question.

Joel exhales through his nose at your pertinaciousness. Dragging his thumb across the apple of your cheek. A small, hopeful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I care about you. And I wanna make up for snapping at you earlier. So I set up somethin’ for ya if your willin’ to.. cooperate.”

You stare back at him and after a couple seconds, you allow yourself to melt into his touch a little. You sigh heavily and find yourself acquiescing to his gesture. “Okay. It’s fine, I get it. I know you’re just stressed,” you say, letting a smile fall onto your lips. “Come here, give me a kiss.” You beckon. I mean, how could you resist those damn puppy dog eyes of his? He always did persuade you with that look — lord knows he did when he was convincing you to come back to his place on your fourth date almost two years ago.

He feels a sense of fulfilment when you say those words and bends his head to your level, capturing your lips in a lingering, romantic kiss — one that big, scary Joel Miller wasn’t known for giving out willy-nilly.

The taste of his saliva on your tongue makes you liquify a little against him and your hands instinctively travel up his chest, twiddling with the material of his half open flannel. When he pulls back, he’s smiley, unwontedly so. “So..” you start, reconnecting eye contact. “What’s the surprise and.. why the fuck is it in the bathroom?” You giggle.

He chuckles in response and moves away from the door a little diffidently, gesturing you to open it. “Just uh.. guess you should see for yourself. It’s just somethin’ small, it’s not a big deal.”

Joel rambles on about how it isn’t a big deal while you get to work on pushing the door open, gasping a little in awe of the sight in front of you. The bath was filled, bubbles overflowing on top of the warm water with red and pink rose petals floating above it. A white candle was lit on the window ledge, a coconutty smell wafting from it as the towel warmer sat plugged in beneath it, a large fluffy towel placed neatly inside.

There was a stool set up next to the tub also, one that Joel obviously brought up from downstairs. It had two beverages on it, one glass of your favourite red wine and the other, a bottle of beer — presumably for Joel. Next to them there was a plate of various snacks. Milk Chocolate Kisses, a bowl of chips and, your favourite, strawberries and a large swirl of whipped cream.

“Joel…” you breath dumbfoundedly, stepping in further through the bathroom and inhaling the scent of the candle. Joel follows you through as you inspect the room. While you were doing so, you notice the stalks of four or five roses in the rubbish bin in the corner and the sight makes you giggle a little. The thought of Joel picking petals off flowers individually because he wasn’t aware that you could just buy rose petals made your heart ache a little.

“I tried.” He responds, chuckling awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck. You turn to him with a warm expression and walk towards him. “This is so thoughtful, you know I love baths,” you beam up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And you got candy! When did you even get the time to do this, I thought you only got off an hour ago?”

Joel nods, smiling at your excitement. “I took the day off. Just told Tommy to sort it out. Figure you’re more important than work.”

Your expression turns from excitement to slight concern, your head tilting to the side. “But, oh baby, you’re so busy. I don’t wanna be the one holding you b — ”

Joel raises his finger and presses it to your lips to hush you, shaking his head no. “Hey — if missing one busy day at work means makin’ you happy and givin’ you the day you deserve, then that’s what I’ll do.” He says firmly. “Now c’mon, how about ya hop on in before the water gets cold.”

So you do, but, with a lot of persuasion and mirroring Joel’s signature puppy dog eyes, you convince Joel to join you in the bath — the thought of seeing your gorgeous, manly husband in a rose petal bath making you feel giddy. So here you both were, your back pressed against Joel’s bare chest as he held you in the warm water, his mouth pressing against the top of your head continuously as his hand rubbed gentle circles into the skin of your belly.

You hum in relaxation, swallowing the rest of your Kiss Chocolate and nuzzling your head back into Joel as you float in the flowery scented water. You sit up suddenly, the water sloshing around. You turn around to face Joel, manoeuvring yourself so you can plant yourself onto your husbands lap. “Hi,” you greet playfully, bringing your hand up to caress his jaw.

Beneath you, you feel Joel’s flaccid cock lay against the inside of your thigh, the closeness of it to your bare cunt feeling overwhelmingly pulse quickening. “Hey, baby girl,” joel smirks around his chip, reaching up to swipe away a smudge of cream from your previous strawberry off your upper lip.

The nickname makes your belly twist in anticipation, the tone in which he says it making your skin feel hot. Joel had this way of turning you on from the tiniest things. Whether it was sitting a certain way or rumbling a low g’mornin’. You subtly grind your butt down into him, eliciting a quiet groan from Joel and a hand going up to your lower back to stabilise you. “You tryin’ t’get into somethin’, honey?” Joel teases, cocking an eyebrow as you lean into his lips.

You hum suggestively. “Maybe. Thought you wanted to treat me.” You say against his lips, brushing yours against his own and creating a languid pace of making out. Joel reciprocates immediately and dips his tongue into your warm, waiting mouth immediately, the sensation of him licking into you making your clit twitch.

It makes you crave the feeling of his tongue entering you from down below, the wet, sloppy feeling of his tongue pushing into your cunt. You manoeuvre yourself on top of him and situate yourself so your thighs are either side of his pubic area. You reach between them and wrap your hand around his growing cock, the water assisting in lubricating him as you stroke up and down slowly, feeling him harden under your touch.

He whines against your mouth, pulling back from you to look at your face. His hand is now suddenly gripping your back tighter. “Look at you,” joel coos, leaning his head back against the wall. “Look so pretty like this — sittin’ on top o’me and strokin’ my cock.”

You moan softly at his words, an idea springing into your head. You don’t stop your ministrations and reach across outside the tub with your other hand to grab a strawberry. Holding it by the leaves, you slot the fruit between your lips and suckle on it.

You don’t break eye contact, too intrigued by the awestruck look in your husbands eyes as he watches you suck on the strawberry. His teeth instinctively bite down on his lower lip.

When finished with your sucking, while continuing to jerk Joel off, you trail the berry down the valley of your breasts, your stomach until it reaches your pussy. You watch Joel’s eyes widen as you press the bottom of the fruit against your clit, moaning at the cold food.

Immediately, Joel straightens up and removes your hand from his cock, reaching down and taking the strawberry from you, he provides the stimulation for you, circling your clit with it.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, letting your eyes drift closed in relaxation. You slowly grind your hips into the strawberry to assist Joel’s touch, a smile creeping onto your face. “So fucking dirty.”

Joel hums in response, his eyes locked on your pussy. “Ya love gettin’ all sexy with me, don’t ya, baby? Gets this pussy all wet.”

You throb at his words and nod, a loud cry ripping free from your throat. “So — so fucking wet for you, Joel.”

Joel continues to circle the strawberry around your collection of nerves, the cold, odd texture of the fruit feeling strange yet amazing at the same time. You let your eyes lull closed, your head falling forward into his neck with a defeated whimper as you let him do with you as he pleased.

You always felt so vunerable around Joel during sex but in the best way possible. You could trust Joel to take care of you, to push you to your limits safely and hold you as you came down from the high. He knew your body inside out by now, how to curve his cock or fingers into that g-spot of yours, how to talk you through the pleasure in such a way that it heightened it and comforted you at the same time.

You feel his other hand stroke your lower back reassuringly, the berry in his hand starting to dip lower through your folds until it reached that sweet, messy hole of yours. He pushes against the opening gently, giving you an opportunity to back out before pushing inside.

“Oh, baby girl. Look at that, lettin’ me fuck ya like this. M’so proud of you.” He praises, looking down in amazement as you stretch around the small fruit, your walls fluttering at the strange feeling. Joel holds the strawberry by the stem and twists it back and forth inside of you, making sure to collect those sweet juices of yours.

“Hungh — fuck, oh my god,” you whimper, grinding your hips down clumsily, your face flushing when you hear the squelch of your sloppy cunt. You had done dirty things with Joel — lord knows he’s corrupted you ever so slightly ever since the two of you got together — but never something this kinky.

Joel removes the berry from you slowly, bringing it up to your face. He gently removes your head from his neck and holds the fruit in front of your mouth, encouragingly nodding at you. You open your mouth without a second thought, Joel’s eyes glued to you as you part your beautiful, drooling lips and sink your teeth into the strawberry, tasting the sweetness of the berry and your own cunt.

You whine with it in your mouth, leaning into Joel’s lips before swallowing. His lips crash against yours enthusiastically, both of his hands travelling up to your chest to grab at the supple flesh of your round tits. You kiss Joel with urgency, grinding your hips down into his own as you chase the feeling of his touch again. Joel licks his way into your mouth, taking some of the chewed up strawberry into his own.

He moans at the familiar, tangy taste of his beautiful wife on his tongue, paired with the aesthetically pleasing fruit your DNA was smeared on. As he pulls back from you and swallows it, he closes his eyes for a moment to allow himself to savour the flavour, and when he opens, your pretty face is so goddamn flushed. He knows exactly what you want.

“Come here, baby,” Joel beckons, bringing his hands down to assist you on shifting upwards on him, his dick now dangerously close to your core, so much so that you gasped at the proximity. “Need this pussy. You gonna ride my cock for me? Gonna make me proud?” He asks in a soft, cooing tone.

You sigh in relief, leaning down to capture his lips in a lingering, desperate kiss. His lips move against yours with little urgency, trying to ease your own and get you to relax. He didn’t want you tense yourself up and then hurt yourself on him after all. He wraps his hands around your waist and guides your hips upwards to hover over him, your cunt floats above his erection, Joel unhurriedly humming against your lips as you both make out.

When you pull back, you’re flustered, his cock mere inches from where you needed him the most. You watch his face as you slowly lower yourself down, his cock slotting between your folds until you sink down just enough for it to start to fill you. Joel groans loudly as he enters you, his head smacking back rather harshly against the tile behind him. The warmth and silky sensations your insides provided him with was something of a dream. He doesn’t think he’d ever get used to this sweet pussy of yours.

You squeeze your eyes shut, grimacing only slightly from the tight fit — especially in this angle. You make it work though, continuing to push through the stretch until he’s sheathed fully inside of you. “Joel..” you whisper, not really sure what you were asking him or if you were even asking him anything. As much as you wanted to start moving, to make him proud and bounce on his cock, you just couldn’t bring yourself to move yet, too full with how large he felt inside of you. You thighs quiver either side of him, your core twitching in overstimulation.

“Oh, I know baby girl. S’alot, honey. Come here and give me a kiss, let’s just take it nice and slow, yeah?” Joel suggests warmly, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your face soothingly.

Your belly burns from his encouragement and you lean in and press a couple kisses to his lips, feeling yourself relax around him slowly. “Holy shit, baby. You feel so big like this.” You mutter, letting your forehead rest against his as you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth, allowing yourself to start off slow and get used to the feeling, his cock already starting to hook into that spongy sponge in your walls, the movement of your hips providing the most perfect friction on your swollen g-spot.

The pressure inside of you makes you shiver as a cry passes from your lips, begging for mercy and more all at the same time. Joel nods, thrusting his hips up steadily to meet your grinds, not rushing, just assisting you so you weren’t doing the work on your own. “I do, huh? That’s okay baby, you can take it. Just look at me, my cock’s stretchin’ this pussy so fucking wide.”

You feel your cunt get even creamier from his dirty talk, your body reacting by sending a gush of your arousal trickling down from his length to his balls, coating his heavy sack in your shiny residue. The sensation makes you moan, coaxing you to start to move your hips with a little more urgency, your hands coming up to his shoulders to brace there while you start to bounce rhythmically. The sound of skin on skin slapping echoes throughout the bathroom, some of the bath water sloshing out of the tub and onto the floor next to it, not that either of you cared.

Joel whimpers brokenly, a sound the rugged man reserved for only your ears. The way your velvety walls glided up and down his sensitive cock felt unreal, especially when you grazed his tip. He wanted to cum, he’d do anything to bust a nut right into this perfect pussy of yours, but he needed to wait — needed to feel you first. “Shit honey, messy little thing — bouta milk me fuckin’ dry,” he grits, his hand lifting up to leave a harsh slap onto your soft butt.

You make a surprised, yelping sound at the contact, grinning widely at his fieriness. You loved when he got a little rough, a little desperate. His face would get flushed, his voice a little broken and and needy. It made you feel so powerful, like you had all the power over him when he was practically doing all the work.

You half hum, half moan, wrapping both arms around Joel’s head as you bounce a little steadier on his dick, a little more calculated than before. “Fuuuck, baby. Maybe we need to fight more often if this is what I get in return. I love this fucking dick.” Joel growls at the sound of your admission, his hand dropping down between your legs and finding that small little nub of yours, using his thumb to rub tight, direct circles over it.

Sparks fly up your spine, your hips jerking on their own accord as a reaction to the friction on your clit. A wonton moan rips through you, your head falling forward as you speed up your pace, riding him with determination now. Joel smirks up at you at your sudden rush of energy, knowing it was from his own ministrations. “That feel good? Playin’ with this clit while you bounce on my cock? Bet it’s hitting that special spot.”

Your mouth drops open, the confidence from earlier deteriorating rapidly as you feel your impending climax wash around your pelvis, your legs quivering either side of Joel as your body goes lax on top of him. You don’t have the ability to respond, your face falling into his shoulder as a loud, overstimulated cry falls from your lips. “M’gonna cum, Joel,” you sob softly.

Joel nods, he fucking thought so. “Yeah, I know. She’s twitchin’ around me baby girl, gone all soft and creamy. You just feel it, s’all you gotta do. I gotcha.” Without warning, he plants his feet flat onto the bottom of the tub, finding his grip before starting to thrust his hips up and down in a brutal manner, the tops of his thighs creating a slapping sound on your plush ass cheeks. His pounds are ferocious, his grunts and moans muffled under his breath as he lays his concentration solely on your pleasure, on having his girl cum on his cock.

Your body jumps on his lap, your soft belly and butt jiggling prettily, titties bouncing almost painfully. You’re practically sobbing now, begging for more and less and the same time. You feel your pussy quiver around him, painfully close to the edge with his cock and his fingers, but just missing one last thing.

Joel provides you with it before you even realise what you want.

One of his hands come up to cup a breast, his head dipping down so he can part his lips and suck a peaked nipple of yours into his mouth, his tongue flicking from side to side over the sensitive skin. “Oh — fuckyesyesyesyes —!”

Your orgasm lands violently, forcing silence upon you as joel rubs, fucks and sucks you through the pleasure. Your hips buck uncontrollably, Joel’s cock feeling the affects of it pleasurably. Your eyes squeeze shut, the orbs rolling back behind your eyelids dramatically.

Everything stops — or so it seems to. The room goes quiet and so does your mind, your body only being able to focus on your release and nothing else. Your fingers find the back of his head and dig into his soft scalp, undoubtedly creating small, red engravements with your long nails.

Joel’s eyes are trained on you the entire time, watching every twitch of your thighs, roll of your eyes, panicked breath that passes your lips. Everything about you is so beautiful and knowing that he gets to be the one to see you like this — at your most vulnerable — it makes him wonder what he had done in his past life to deserve it. To be worthy of witnessing such a sight.

It pushes him to his own peak — not that he was too far behind anyway. When it came to you, Joel was like a damn teenager, his own cock being exceptionally hard to control. A loud, rugged whine spills from his lips, vibrating around the skin of your nipple that he was still sucking. He releases the peak from his mouth and drops his face straight between the valley of your breasts, moving you on top of him slowly while hugging your body close to his as his tip spurts several ropes of his seed right into your womb, filling you to the brim in such a satisfying way.

“Oh god, baby — fuck, I love you so much, m’sorryforbeinmeaniloveyouiloveyou,” he grovels, clutching you almost a little too tightly, not that you would reprimand him when he was in this state. His orgasm and moans pull you from your own daze and you manage to reach down and run your hands through his dark brown curls, gently rubbing your nails against the minor injury you caused him just moments ago.

“I know you are. It’s okay baby, I love you too.” You comfort, watching in awe as he pants and drools into your chest.

Thank you so much for reading, happy Valentine’s Day everyone!💌💐❤️

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[millersweetheart]

Oh hell yeah this was beautiful 😛💗

[hauntedinkk]

Thank you sweetie pieee

[astcrian]

Determined Little Thing

pairing: outbreak!joel miller x fem!virgin!reader

summary: they didn't even know each other. but after one shift on morning patrol, joel knew that if he was partnered up with her again, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, SMUT, unprotected piv, female anatomy, she/her pronouns, sexual tension, praise kink, size kink, he's gonna make it fit, virgin reader, reader gets bucked off a horse, alcohol

word count: 10k (oops!)

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love and support. I hope you like this one just as much as I did!!

Nobody in Jackson was ever thrilled to be paired with Joel Miller for morning patrol. 

He had arrived in town just a few months ago, and his arrival was a community event. Everyone was pleased to be a part of Tommy’s reunion with his brother. 

But that excitement for his presence dwindled down pretty quickly as Joel became known for his stoic, quiet, and intimidating demeanor. 

Joel wasn’t exactly a rude man by any means. He mostly just kept to himself when not working, either in the stable or on his front porch with a guitar perched on his lap. He never joined community events, whether it was movie night or Sunday morning church. 

However, his lonesomeness seemed to be a threat to the community. Rumors floated through town, most often spread from patron to patron at the bar or amongst the women who cooked for the Sunday brunch. 

He’s just too quiet. So judgemental. Did you see him yell at his brother yesterday? What a prick. 

Of course she had heard these rumors, which is exactly why she felt deep despair when she found out she was being paired with him for morning patrol for the next week. 

Tommy had posted this week’s duties on the town hall board. It wasn’t unusual for her to be on patrol duty, in fact she preferred it. It was peaceful, getting up bright and early to see fresh, untouched snow powder on the ground. The sound of it crunching beneath the hooves of her horse, a beautiful black mare, was the highlight of her day, everyday. 

But usually she was paired with Ian, a 30-something-year-old man who had become one of her best friends since she arrived a year ago. Occasionally, she would be paired with Eileen, a woman who was around the same age as her. Eileen was very strict, almost too strict. There had been plenty of times where her intense rule-following put their lives in danger.

But nonetheless, she would have much rather been paired up with Eileen than Joel Miller. 

She woke up Monday morning with an atypical amount of anxiety, swirling deep in her chest. She barely got any sleep last night, her mind racing with possible scenarios that could play out on her patrol with Joel. 

She had never even met Joel before. Sure, she had seen him talking to Tommy in the bar on occasion, or heard the soft strumming of his guitar late in the night, way after everyone had fallen asleep but she was still awake, unable to turn off her brain. 

But the two had never shared the same space before. She wasn’t even sure if he knew who she was. Of course, the community of Jackson was ever so small, but she didn’t have a giant presence in the community herself. She attended church for the sole purpose of false hope that there was something greater out there, and she helped hand out popcorn to the kids on movie nights. 

But other than that, she would spend her time in the library, reading every book she could get her hands on, no matter the genre. It was a tiny reminder of life before the outbreak, when she was still a child and spent all her free time reading adventure novels. 

Begrudgingly, she got up and dressed, opting for her typical jeans, boots, flannel and winter coat. She braided her hair back into a french braid, her signature style. After wrapping her gun holster around her thigh and shoving her knife into her boot, she set out towards the stable. 

She was usually early to the stables in the morning so she could sneak her horse an extra apple she had taken from brunch. So it was quite a startle when she flicked on the stable lights to see Joel, already saddling up his brown quarter horse in the dark. 

“Oh!” She squeaked out, hands reflexively squeezing the straps of her backpack. She froze in her place, unsure how to go about the situation. 

He looked at her over his shoulder as he finished tightening the cinch of his saddle with a huff. His eyes took one sweep over her before he just turned back to his horse, his face locked in a nonchalant scowl. 

Joel knew who she was to a certain extent. He noticed her when he visited the library for the first time during the tour Tommy was giving him of Jackson. The library was in an old house that had been remodeled. What used to be the living room and kitchen was now one big room, the walls lined with bookshelves. 

She was sitting on the tiny loveseat that was placed in the corner of the small room. Her feet were tucked underneath her as she was nose deep into a copy of some old romance novel. She didn’t even spare him a glance as Tommy introduced him to the librarian, an older woman named Connie. 

The next time Joel saw her was at the bar. She was celebrating her 21st birthday with a group of people he didn’t recognize. He had only been in Jackson for a handful of weeks at the time, and he spent more time at the bar than his own home, grappling with the loss of everything he’d ever loved. 

The group was purely obnoxious, offering her drinks left and right, singing and dancing to whatever old CD was playing on the radio. Joel stared straight ahead at the bar, downing a few glasses of whiskey before he finally had enough of the young group. He angrily shrugged on his coat before rising from the bar. 

His eyes landed on her, dancing in the middle of a circle of people. She was wearing a short black dress, something the town tailor made for her as a gift for her birthday. His eyes didn’t linger, but the memory was burned into his mind. 

The way the dress hugged her curves, the huge smile on her face, the way her makeup was slightly smudged with a night’s worth of drinking and dancing. For a brief moment, it felt like things were normal. Like he wasn’t in a stranded town in the middle of an apocalypse but rather spending another lonely night in a bar, watching women far too young for him get drunk and grind against men they didn’t know. 

That exact memory played in his mind when he saw her standing in the stable doorway, much more modestly dressed this time. He inhaled sharply through his nostrils, focusing on adjusting his horse’s saddle with a frustrated grunt. 

She frowned momentarily before blinking herself back to consciousness and turning towards the first stall on the left, where her beautiful mare stood waiting patiently. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” she whispered softly, smiling when the horse snorted in response. She unlocked the stall, walking up to the horse and tickling her chin before scratching her chest, muttering soft coos and compliments to her. 

She pulled back to unzip her jacket, pulling out the apple she smuggled and offering it to the horse, “here you go, good girl.” The horse took it happily, eating it in one bite and snorting with pleasure. 

“Tack up,” Joel’s rough voice echoed in the stable, causing her to jump again at the sudden sound. She looked over her shoulder to see him pulling himself up on his saddle with a strained groan before clicking his tongue and walking towards the door, staring at her the entire time. 

“Be ready in ten minutes or I'll leave without you.”

The two had been on patrol for a total of twenty minutes and she was already desperate to be done. 

They hadn’t spoken to each other, not even a discussion of the rules. It wasn’t necessary, they had both been on countless patrols. Joel simply took off on the trail, not caring if she followed him or not. 

She trailed a solid distance behind him, refraining from any possible interaction she could. Her demeanor was steady as she clicked to her horse and occasionally pet her neck with words of encouragement, but her mind was swirling with anxiety. 

Joel was doing exactly what he was supposed to, analyzing the trail for any signs of life, infected or human. He didn’t care to check on her, make sure she was following protocol. He heard the clip-clop of her horse’s hooves against the ground behind him, and that was enough for him to know she was still following him. 

Another painfully silent ten minutes passed and the two still hadn’t acknowledged each other. The trail led into the woods, a clear path ahead of them thanks to years worth of patrols. 

The sounds of the forest were one of her favorite things. The way the leaves brushed against each other in the gentle breeze, the chirping of the birds, frogs croaking in the faraway river. It was so serene, such a deep contrast to the state of the world. 

The sound of a twig snapping caused both of their heads to whip over to the left, her hand reaching straight for the pistol strapped to her thigh, Joel immediately aiming his shotgun towards the noise. 

The two horses stalled immediately. Her heart was racing as she noticed her horse’s ears pinned and twitching towards where the noise came from. Joel scanned the area with keen eyes, looking for any movement. 

There was absolutely nothing for a solid thirty seconds. Both of them didn’t move, didn’t even look at each other. Just staring deep into the forest for any signs of someone. 

Joel clicked his tongue ever so quietly, urging his horse off the trail and towards the noise. His horse didn’t even complete two strides before a deer jumped out of a bush next to her, darting behind her horse, kicking up rocks at her as it took off. 

Her horse spooked at the feeling of something unknown behind her, rearing up with a whine before falling back forward and kicking back towards the now far away deer. Joel whipped around with wide eyes and an aimed shotgun, quickly lowering it when he noticed her spooked horse. 

“Shh!! Shh, girl, stop! It’s okay!” She pleaded, holding on to her reins and squeezing her thighs against the horse as tight as she could, trying not to fall off. But her horse was too far gone, spooked and bucking relentlessly. 

With one particularly strong kick, she flew from her saddle with a yelp, landing hard on her back. Her horse took off back towards Jackson, following the trail back to where she knew was safe. 

“Y/N!” Joel yelled, sliding his shotgun under the horn of his saddle and sliding expertly off his horse, running over to her on the ground. 

She was rolling over to her side with a loud groan, reaching back to hold her back that was now sore from the fall. Joel stumbled down to his knees with a groan of his own, eyes scanning over her to assess her condition. 

His hands hovered over her body, unsure if he should touch her or not. “Y/N, are you alright?” He asked, his voice raspy and deep. He reached for her head, touching the top of her head with a featherlight touch, “did you hit your head?”

She shook her head with a groan, “No, just landed a little hard.” She inhaled deeply before slowly sitting up, her back and ass aching from the impact. She stretched her neck, her wrists, her ankles, making sure she didn’t break any bones. She sighed with relief that she was still intact, albeit a little sore. “I’ll be alright. Let’s just finish our rounds.”

Joel frowned slightly, watching as she stretched out her muscles. He knew what it felt like to take a fall like that, and if it had been him, he wouldn’t have been able to stand straight for a week. 

He wanted to protest her as she began to rise to her feet slowly, but he just kept his lips shut, offering her support. He wrapped one arm under hers, grabbing her waist to help lift her to her feet. 

“Fuck,” she huffed at the pain, but was able to stand up straight. Once she was back upright and her head stopped spinning, she realized she was still holding on to Joel’s shoulder, and quickly disconnected herself with wide eyes. “I’m good.”

He watched her with uneasiness as she hobbled over to where her backpack had been flung off her horse. She groaned in agony as she bent down to pick it up, shrugging it onto her shoulder with all her strength. She turned back around to him, noting the expression of uncertainty on his face. 

“I’m fine,” she reiterated, her tone more insistent this time. She made her way back over to him, huffing as she walked past him and towards his horse. She knew they had to finish their rounds.

Just because it was a deer this time doesn’t mean it won’t be a clicker next.

Joel stood stuck in his spot, watching as she limped over to his trusty steed. He crossed his arms, watching with a smirk as she attempted to lift her leg up into the stirrup, only to fail with an exasperated huff. 

She turned to Joel with furrowed brows, gesturing to the horse. “Could you help me, please?” She asked so sweetly, frowning at her condition but determined to finish their rounds. Joel noted that determination before he walked back over to his horse, shaking his head with disbelief. 

“Tough girl,” he stated as he pulled her backpack off of her shoulders, slinging it over one of his. He helped her lift her foot into the stirrup slowly, letting her move at her own pace as she winced in pain. 

“‘M gonna lift you on three,” he mumbled, placing his hands on her waist. She sucked in a breath at the feeling of his big warm hands through her jacket. She bit her bottom lip, doing everything she could to ignore the butterflies that fluttered softly in her stomach at the feeling of him touching her. 

He counted up to three before hoisting her up, and she stood up straight with her foot in the stirrup before swinging her leg over slowly, groaning in pain in the process. Joel tapped her foot, signaling her to remove it from the stirrup so he could join her atop the horse. 

She slid as far forward in the saddle as she could, taking her feet out of the stirrups and instead stretching out her legs. Joel reached up to grab the horn of the saddle, his arm resting against her thigh in the process. 

She did everything in her power to ignore that sensation, too. 

Joel hoisted himself up, sliding into the saddle behind her and adjusting his feet in the stirrups. Her back was pressed right up against his chest, the back of her thighs warm against the top of his. 

Her ass pressed right up against his pelvis. 

Joel inhaled sharply at the realization of their proximity. He attempted to scoot back in the saddle, but there was no way to escape how close she was. 

And her heart was racing at the feeling. She was only 12 when the outbreak happened, and a pandemic wasn’t exactly the best conditions for finding a romantic partner. She had only experienced her first kiss just six months ago after getting drunk and finding the bartender particularly attractive that night. And she was lucky enough that he had his eyes on her also. 

She hasn’t been to the bar since that night.

“Um,” Joel mumbled behind her, interrupting her thoughts. His voice vibrated through his chest and into her own body, sending a shiver down her spine. “I need the reins,” Joel said flatly, trying his best to remain nonchalant. 

“Oh,” she said softly, lifting her arms so he could reach under her arms and grab the brown leather reins. He cleared his throat, reaching for the reins and clicking his tongue, encouraging his horse back onto the trail. 

For the first five minutes, his arms hovered above her thighs with extreme hesitation. But his arms were starting to ache, and he had to lower them. 

“Is it okay if I, uh-,” Joel said, his voice breaking the prolonged silence. He didn’t finish his sentence before resting his forearms against her thighs with caution. 

She took in a deep breath at the feeling. The sight of his strong hands sitting just inches away from the apex of her thighs and his arms resting against her thighs, the only barrier being her jeans, was very overwhelming. 

“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly. She scolded herself internally at the sound of her pathetic little agreement, worried that he might think she is actually enjoying this closeness. 

Even though she is absolutely enjoying this closeness. 

The sound of her little whimper of a ‘yes’ sent adrenaline straight down to his dick. He cursed himself out in his mind when he felt his cock twitch to life behind the confines of his jeans.

 He absolutely would not get a boner right now. 

Right now with her back pressed against his chest. 

Right now with her thighs on top of his strong, muscular thighs.

Right now with her hips moving against him in rhythm with the steps of his horse.

Right now with her ass nestled against his cock. 

Fuck, he thought to himself as his dick began to press more persistently against the zipper of his jeans. 

In that moment, he prayed to God for the first time in a decade. Praying that she couldn’t feel his cock growing harder against her. 

It was a week after she had her first interaction with Joel. 

That first day played in her head on repeat. The two had finished their rounds without incident, and Joel was able to hone in his teenage-like hormones with the thought of how many people he’s murdered over the years. 

When they had returned to Jackson, everyone rushed to the door, worried sick for their wellbeing. Her sweet mare had returned to the town without her, which sent everyone into a panic, assuming the worst had happened. 

To say you were the talk of the town for the next two days would be an understatement. 

Much to her dismay, Joel had convinced Tommy to take you off of patrol for the week. You were replaced with John, the most boring, mundane white dude in Jackson. 

John was the perfect patrol partner for Joel. 

Not her. 

Tommy insisted that she stayed home for a week to recover from her fall, even though she wasn’t actually injured. Maria checked in on her every day, making sure she wasn’t concussed or something. 

She really did not understand all the fuss. 

Anytime she left her small home at the end of the street, it was like there were people posted specifically to help her. Two or three people would swarm her, offering to help her with anything she needed. 

“I’m fine, thank you,” became her slogan. 

She wondered why Joel was so insistent on switching partners. Did she do something wrong? Her horse getting spooked wasn’t her fault, and everyone knew she was a steady shot. She didn’t even talk to him for the rest of their rounds, so she couldn’t have possibly said something to hurt his feelings. 

One thing she did know, however, is she could not get him out of her head. 

She had never felt this way about a man, about anyone really. He was the first thing she thought of when she woke up, wondering if he was up too, if he was already at the stable and preparing for patrol. He was the last thought before she dozed off, wondering if he would dream of her like she did of him. 

It had only taken a week, one day’s worth of interaction, for Joel to worm his way into the folds of her brain. 

And Joel had become a ghost.

 It seemed like he was avoiding her at all costs. He was never on his porch, never near the stable, never at brunch or dinner or movie night. She didn’t even see him sitting with Tommy in the evenings, sharing a beer like they do every evening. 

Which is why, exactly a week from the day they met, she made her return to the bar. 

The door chimed with her entry, and she was thankful when she saw a woman bartending rather than the guy she had drunkenly traded saliva with all those months ago. She made her way straight to the bar with one goal in mind and one goal only.

To get drunk. 

“Whiskey sour, please,” she asked softly, sliding onto a bar stool and bracing herself against the bar. 

“Good choice,” the bartender nodded with a smile, reaching for a glass and pointing to her with squinted, inquisitive eyes, “are you the chick that fell off her horse?”

Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she brought her hands up to cover her face with a playful groan. “Oh god,” she chuckled softly, the bartender giggling at her reaction as she began pouring the whiskey. “I don’t even want to know what you’ve heard.”

“Not much,” she shrugged, squeezing lemon juice into the glass. “Just that you’re a badass.” She grinned at her as she slid the glass to her across the bar, “I’m Lena.”

“Thank you, Lena,” she smiled back, taking a generous sip of the drink, humming as the liquid burned its way down her throat. “Y/N.”

The sound of heavy boots thudding against the floor caught her attention. She turned towards the sound, noticing a man leaving the restroom. She turned back to Lena, opening her mouth to say something before the man slid onto the stool a few feet away from her. 

“Whiskey. Neat.”

Her spine straightened at the sound of the voice, a sound she had been imaging for a week straight. She couldn’t even look at him, her breath stuck in her throat as she stared straight ahead. 

“Yes sir,” Lena said, walking over to prepare his drink. She put the glass down in front of him before pulling a bottle off the wall, pouring a generous amount into his glass. “You see we’ve got the town badass here tonight, Mr. Miller?”

Her heart was racing, and even though she had been seeking him out for the last few days, she wanted nothing more than for a sinkhole to form right below her stool and suck her into it. 

Joel looked down the bar to see who Lena was referring to, doing a double take when he noticed that it was her. She lowered her face behind her hand in embarrassment, but her rose tinted cheeks were still very obvious. 

She was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, black Converse sneakers, and a plain black women’s henley with all four buttons undone, showing off her cleavage. Her hair was brushed, laying against her back in long, shiny locks, a striking contrast to her typical French braid. 

Fuck, Joel cursed to himself when he felt his whole body temperature increase a few degrees just at the sight of her. 

Yes, he had been avoiding her.

He had begged Tommy to change his patrol partners, making sure he was never paired with her again. He refused to put himself in any position where he would see her, staying inside when playing guitar or sharing a beer with his brother. 

That night after their shared patrol, he laid in his bed, unable to sleep. She was the only thing on his mind. Her determination, her stubbornness, her scent, the heat of her body, the softness of her hair. All of it, he couldn’t get enough. 

His dick had been hard for so long it was becoming painful. Joel struggled with his conscience for about ten minutes before he finally shoved his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped his long fingers around the length of his cock, groaning as he imagined it was her hand wrapped around him. 

He fucked his fist to the thought of her that night, cumming harder than he had in years. 

There was no way he could face her after that. 

He had heard through the grapevine, now that she was a local celebrity, that she never visited the bar. Of course the day he decided to grab a drink, she ended up making her return to the goddamn bar. 

An awkward silence had fallen on the three of them as Joel simply stared at her. Lena’s eyes flicked between the two of them for a moment before she raised an eyebrow, “Alrighty then.”

Lena turned down to the other end of the bar, chatting up a regular and serving him another beer. 

Joel kept his eyes trained on the woman next to him, watching as she slowly lowered her hands and finally met his gaze. The sight of her big eyes staring back at him through her lashes was enough for him to remember exactly why he was so turned on by her. 

She chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she looked at him, wanting to say a million things all at once, but the thought of actually speaking made her feel unbelievably nervous. She grabbed her glass in front of her, downing the rest of her whiskey in hopes it would encourage her to face him. 

He watched her throat as she drank the liquor, licking his lips at the sight. The sound of her glass hitting the bar top was loud in the rather quiet establishment. He inhaled sharply before finally breaking the silence. 

“How’s your back?”

She cleared her throat, her lips forming a straight line as she nodded, her eyes trained on her fingertip that she traced around the rim of her glass nervously. “Fine,” she answered, sitting up slightly straighter to punctuate her point. 

He hummed, turning his attention to the bottles of alcohol that lined the wall behind the bar and taking a healthy sip of his whiskey. He noticed her leg bouncing ever so slightly from his peripheral, her lip drawn back between her teeth and her brows furrowed. 

What he didn’t see was her inner turmoil, trying to decide how to approach the situation. She had so many things she wanted to address; why was he avoiding her, what did she do wrong?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Joel letting out a small groan as he leaned over, his arm reaching out towards her. She jumped slightly as his hand reached for the underside of her stool, gasping softly when he pulled her and her stool closer to him possessively. 

There was maybe only a half of a foot between them, she could feel the heat radiating off of him. His actions only made her more confused as she stared at him with wide eyes while he drank the rest of his whiskey before turning to face her fully, his thighs pressing against the outside of hers. 

“What’s got ya so worried?” He asked gruffly, leaning against his elbow on the bar as he studied her. 

Her face was flushed red in embarrassment, confusion, and worst of all – arousal.

He was so close, so warm, so big, and so intimidating. She couldn’t even bring herself to form words, overwhelmed by the proximity. She could literally smell him, a mix of whiskey, tobacco, and a musk that was so distinctly him.  

He couldn’t help but smirk down at her, noticing her flustered state. For just a brief moment, he was transported back to 2003, before the outbreak. When he would sit in a bar and flirt up a girl for hours before taking her home and having his way with her. 

Joel was about halfway through that cycle now with her, and he didn’t plan on breaking that cycle tonight. 

He opened his mouth to speak when he was interrupted by Lena, her eyebrows raised in surprise at her patrons’ newfound closeness, “Getting snuggly in here, huh?” She reached for Joel’s glass, filling it again for him to which he nodded in appreciation for. Lena giggled at Y/N’s obvious embarrassment, “you want a refill, hun?”

Y/N cleared her throat, shaking her head while she fiddled nervously with her fingers in her lap, “No, thank you.”

Lena nodded, taking her empty glass and placing it next to the old sink, “Alright. Remember you two – no fucking on my bar top!” Lena laughed softly when Y/N gasped before prancing off to serve the newest patron at the bar. 

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Y/N muttered under her breath, combing her fingers through her head to shield her face from Joel’s heavy stare. He couldn’t help himself when he automatically reached out, tucking her hair back behind her ear before letting his hand fall down, rubbing her arm softly before bringing his hand back to his knee. 

Her skin raised in little goosebumps at the feeling of his calloused fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her cheek and ear. She closed her eyes at the feeling, trying to will away her desperate arousal and ignoring the growing warmth in her core. 

Joel refrained from smiling at her reaction as he sipped his whiskey refill. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” She blurted out of nowhere, causing Joel to choke slightly on his drink at her sudden outburst. He looked at her while wiping a dribble of whiskey from his bottom lip with raised eyebrows. 

She frowned, her body relaxed instantly as if that single question had been what had her wound up so tight. When Joel saw that sweet pout on her face, mixed with a tinge of uncertainty and sadness, he damn near fell apart. 

He inhaled deeply before letting out a sigh, taking his time to find his words before he slowly brought his hand from his own knee to hers, holding her thigh just above her knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth against a little grass stain on the knee of her jeans. 

“Didn’t want to avoid you,” he said softly, his voice strained and low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he stared down at the little grass stain, almost nervous to look at her face. “Had no choice, darlin’.”

She tried to ignore the way that little pet name sent a shiver down her spine and a flutter to her core. Her mouth ran dry as she watched his thumb rub against her knee, the heat of his big hand hot on her thigh. She was confused by his answer, but before she had time to press on, he was already answering her unasked questions. 

“I knew that if I had to go on patrol with you again…” he trailed momentarily, leaning back to grab his glass and down the rest of the liquor, hoping to calm his nerves with the liquid courage. “Knew that if I even saw you again, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.”

Joel finally lifts his head to meet her eyes, his own flicking between hers, searching for any reaction. 

“Can’t get you out of my head, darlin’. Can’t stop…fuck, I can’t stop imaging your ass pressed up against me in that saddle.”

Her jaw dropped open in shock, a blush creeping up her neck all the way up to the tips of her ears. She was completely speechless, staring at him with wide eyes as she processed his words. Her pussy fluttered at his admission, and suddenly she felt like she was being suffocated by their proximity. Her eyes flicked across the room, nervous that any of the other patrons just heard what he said. 

“Oh…” was all she was able to utter, unsure how to respond. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she frantically searched around the room, focusing on anything but him. 

He watched her nervously, immediately wishing he could swallow his words back up and keep them locked in the deepest depths of his soul, never to be heard. 

There was a long stretch of silence between the two of them, and Joel was about to just apologize and leave before she finally said something in response, reaching for her jacket while she stood up. 

“Leave ten minutes after I do,” she said, standing on her feet between his thighs. His eyes widened as he shifted so she could walk away, listening intently to her instructions. 

“I’m going to go home, Joel. Come to the back door.”

Joel stared at his watch for the entire duration of the ten minutes after she walked out of the bar. His knee was bouncing anxiously, his mind was racing, and his cock was already getting excited at the thought of what was to come. 

He walked as inconspicuously as possible, hoping nobody was paying him any mind. Luckily, it was late out, and most of the town had retired to their bed already. He made his way through her backyard and up to her back door, taking a deep breath before knocking on the screen door. 

It opened after a brief moment, and she ushered him inside. She had already taken off her coat and shoes, and she had a few candles lit in the kitchen. 

“Could I get you something to drink?” She asked politely, reaching up in a cabinet and grabbing a glass. 

Joel nodded, “water’s fine.” He took in her space, noticing the large bookcase that sat in her living room. She had one loveseat that sat across from a fireplace, the mantle above it decorated with hanging plants and small wooden horse figurines. There was one framed photo placed directly in the center of her mantle. He made out two adults and a child in the photo, presumably her and her parents. 

She poured him a glass of water, handing it to him and gesturing to the couch, “please, make yourself comfortable. I can take your jacket.”

He shrugged off his jacket, handing it to her with a polite ‘thank you’ before making his way over to the couch. She didn’t take long to follow suit after hanging up his jacket, pouring herself a glass of water and joining him on the couch.

A long stretch of silence weighed heavy, tension so thick in the air she could feel it pressing down on her lungs. Joel stared into the fire while taking a big swig of his water, gulping down half of the glass. 

His body felt like it was on fire being so close to her. Joel hadn’t been with a woman in years, he had no desire to. But something about her was so divine and enticing, drawing him in like a moth to a flame from the moment she first stepped foot into the stable.

She leaned forward to sit her glass down on the little coffee table in front of the loveseat. Her hands were shaking, and Joel noticed. Her entire body seemed to be fidgety, like a live wire.

After she sat back upright, Joel sighed, sitting his own glass on the coffee table before leaning back up against the couch. He didn’t look at her, his eyes trained on the fire once more, but he reached out, placing his hand on her thigh, just above her knee. 

She took in a deep breath at the feeling, swallowing nervously. Joel’s thumb traced little circles on her jeans before his hand started to move, ever so slowly inching up her thigh. 

“You’re a very pretty girl, ya know that?” Joel said softly, finally turning his head to look at her. He was pleased when he noticed her flustered state and rosy cheeks. His hand made its way up to her hip, where he gripped her flesh possessively. 

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

She let out a shaky breath, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip before she shook her head, moving one of her hands to his forearm, holding the strong, warm muscle. 

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Joel took in a long breath at her words, exhaling even longer. His eyes searched hers for any caution, any uncertainty. And when he found none, he leaned in to wrap his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. 

She straddled him with a tiny yelp of surprise, giggling at how easily he was able to move her. He smiled at the sound of her giggle. 

She smiled back at him. She had never seen him smile before, his teeth were straight and clean, suiting his features perfectly. She tried her hardest to etch the image into her memory. 

Joel hummed when she brought her hands up to his shoulders, rubbing the tense muscles softly. He brought his hands to her thighs, rubbing them gently before moving his hands to her ass, giving them the same treatment. 

Her ass was simply perfect. It fit in his large palms like a missing puzzle piece, meaty and strong. He couldn’t help himself when he drew his hand back, clapping it back against her ass with a grin. 

The whine that left her lips was completely beyond her control. 

She was already overwhelmed by the feeling of being so close to him. The feeling of his warm breath fanning across her face, the feeling of his body beneath her relaxing with her touch, the feeling of his incessant need growing harder against her core. 

So when he smacked her ass, she couldn’t help it. 

And he couldn’t get enough of it. 

He smacked her ass once more, this time on the other cheek, grinning in satisfaction when she moaned louder this time. 

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, adjusting himself and unintentionally lifting his hips up against her. They both let out a little moan at the sensation, and his cock felt like it was about to rip through his jeans itself. 

“Joel,” she whispered, her eyes closed as she tried to recalibrate. His cock jumped at the sound of his name on her lips. 

She hesitated for a moment, too embarrassed to admit her secret. She let out a groan and shoved her face into the crook of his neck, trying to hide from him. His brows furrowed in confusion, but he lifted his hand from her ass to her back, rubbing her back in small circles. 

“What is it, darlin’?” 

With a small pout, she muttered the words against the skin of his neck. He was too concentrated on the feeling of her lips against his skin for the words to process, but when they did, he knew it was over for him. 

“I’m a virgin.”

Oh. Oh.

He nearly just came in his pants.

The thought of him being the one to touch her first, claiming her as his and his only, showing her how good it could feel to be bad. God, it was almost too much for him. 

And she knew it when he let out a groan and lifted his hips against her even harder. She didn’t know what to expect, but him being into the idea was the last thing she expected. 

“Oh, sweet girl,” he cooed, trying to hone in his strong need to fuck her into next week and instead give her the affection she needed. “We don’t have to do anything,” he grumbled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as he continued to rub her back, bringing his other hand up to her head to run his fingers through her hair. 

“But I want to,” she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of him comforting her. She had never felt this before, so cared for and considered. 

Joel smiled, “me too, honey.” He bit down on his lip as the hand on her back trailed back down to her ass and the hand in her hair gripped her locks gently, just enough to pull her head back and face him. 

He lifted his hips against her with a hum, smiling when she let out a pathetic little whine. He hadn’t even kissed her yet and she was already so far gone. 

“Feel how bad I want ya?” He asked, rolling his hips against her once more. She moaned a little louder, rolling her hips back against him, causing him to sputter out a little, “fuck.”

She sat back up in his lap, licking her lips and grinding against him a little harder, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. “I’m a little nervous,” she admitted, “I don't want to disappoint you.”

As she stared at him with those big eyes, he couldn’t bear the thought of her thinking she could ever disappoint him. 

“Could never disappoint me, darlin’,” he rasped, one hand gripping her ass and the other moving up to her cheek. He drew her in slowly, his eyes focused on her lips. He was just millimeters away from kissing her before uttering one final phrase that made her simply melt. 

“Such a good girl.”

His hot lips pressed against hers in a slow, innocent kiss. Her body was on fire as she moved her fingers to his hair, gripping his salt and pepper curls to ground herself. He groaned against her at the feeling, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue against her lips delicately. 

She opened her mouth, moaning at the hot intrusion of his tongue against hers. Her hips moved on their own accord, grinding down against him. The feeling of his hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans made her heart race, her hips moving on their own to continue to rut against him. 

Joel quickly became hungrier, needier. His hips bucked up to meet hers, his hand on her cheek moving to her fist her hair, pulling her head back before he moved his hot lips to her chin, tracing her jaw and placing delicate kisses against the column of her throat. 

The sensation of his hand in her hair mixed with his mouth on her neck set her skin on fire, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain a steady breath. She let out a moan when he smacked her ass while simultaneously biting her pulse point, making sure he left a mark. 

Joel couldn’t help himself as he pulled her closer into him, if that was even possible. He pulled away from her, grumbling a low, “where’s the bedroom, honey?”

“Second door on the left,” she huffed out, moving to stand up but being abruptly cut off when Joel wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her up. She yelped, wrapping her arms and legs around her, giggling as he placed featherlight kisses against her cheek as he walked towards her bedroom. 

The sound of her giggles in his ear made him chuckle softly against her cheek as he continued to pepper her face with kisses when he walked into the bedroom, swiftly making his way over to her bed and sitting her down gently. 

She reached up to turn on her lamp, a little pink shade with a white base. Joel stood at the foot of the bed between her thighs, grinning down at her. 

After a few moments of his staring, she couldn’t help but laugh nervously, moving her arms to try and cover herself, feeling hot under his gaze. He smirked at her nervousness before sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed with a groan, his knees popping in protest. 

She sat up, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He reached for one of her ankles, pulling off her sock gently before moving to the next one. Her heart swelled at the sight: Joel Miller on his knees between her thighs, pulling off her little white cotton socks. 

Once both of her socks were off, Joel brought a hand to each of her calves, massaging the muscles gently. “Such a beautiful girl,” he said, his tone full of admiration. “Does my pretty girl want to take off her clothes?” he asked, softly. 

She nodded, her pussy fluttering at the possessiveness in his words. He hummed in response, reaching up and putting his hands on his hips before thumbing the hem of her shirt. Slowly, his big, warm hands slid under her shirt, grazing her nipples through her bra before pulling the shirt up and over her head. 

She shuddered at the feeling of his hands against her skin, and her whole body twitched when his hands ran over her pebbled nipples. 

When Joel finally got her shirt off and tossed it to the side, he couldn’t help but moan pathetically at the sight of her little black bralette that held her beautiful tits in such a way that he felt jealous of the bralette. 

“Fuck, you’re like a goddamn angel,” he said softly, reaching to cup her breasts through the bralette. She gasped at the feeling, moaning when he brought his index finger and thumb together to pinch her nipples through the lace fabric. 

He brought one of his hands down to her hip, watching her every move as he slowly dragged his hand across her thigh before up and tracing the hem of her jeans, smiling when her body twitched in response. 

“How about we get these jeans off ya, princess?”

She nodded excitedly in response, leaning back on the palms of her hands while he began to make work of the button and zipper of her jeans. He took his time sliding the zipper down, smirking up at her as he watched her breathing get heavier by the second. 

Finally, he curled his fingers through the belt loops of her jeans. “Lift your hips, baby girl,” he said gently and she immediately followed orders. He slowly slid the jeans down her thighs, his fingers grazing her skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. 

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled her jeans off her ankles, tossing them in the same direction as her shirt. 

Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs closed, embarrassed to have someone so close to her core. Joel looked up at her through his lashes with a threatening expression, clicking his tongue and bringing his hands to her knees, wordlessly spreading her legs apart. 

The look on his face sent her heart racing even more, and she felt herself clench around nothing. 

Joel licked his lips when he was finally face to face with her panty-covered pussy, smirking at the obvious wet patch on her light pink cotton panties. 

“My god, straight from Heaven,” he uttered before bringing his hands around to her ass and tugging her towards the edge of the bed. She let out a little squeak of surprise, moving her hands to his hair as he moved in closer to her core. 

He could fucking smell her arousal and it smelled like the sweetest honeysuckle known to man. 

He hesitated before going in, wanting to be sure he didn’t push her too far. Looking up at her, he nodded towards her, “can I taste? Please?”

She damn near came at the sight, nodding and spreading her legs even further apart. 

He moved in, pressing his nose against the wet patch of her panties, breathing in as deep as he could. She gasped at the feeling, running her fingers through his hair nervously, trying to ground herself and realize that this was actually happening.

Joel let out a low hum before pressing a gentle kiss to her thighs, his hands moving from her ass to the waistband of her panties. He couldn’t even mumble out the question before she was already lifting her hips, and that made him smile. 

“My good girl,” he whispered as he pulled her panties down her legs. 

After throwing them to the side, he was finally face-to-face with her bare pussy. Leaking sweet nectar, her puffy lips glistening in her arousal, Joel decided then and there that if he were ever to be asked what his last meal on Earth would be, her sweet pussy would be his answer. 

He mumbled out a little, “oh my god,” before moving in, pressing his lips to the top of her mound. She had her lip drawn between her teeth and her eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on the sensations. 

She couldn’t help the moan that slipped past her lips when he brought his hand from her ass to her pussy, spreading her lips and pressing a kiss to her swollen clit. He pressed a few more soft kisses against her clit before finally pressing the wet, hot muscle of his tongue up against her.

A guttural moan she didn’t even know she was capable of ripped through her, and she felt immediately embarrassed. But Joel hummed happily in response to her, making her whine again and suddenly she didn’t care how loud she was. 

And Joel only wanted her to be louder. 

He moved his finger down to her patiently waiting hole, barely pressing his fingertip against her. His other hand moved to her mound as he brought his thumb to her clit, his tongue and thumb performing perfect ministrations against her. 

Slowly, he pushed his finger further into her tight, virgin hole, curling it upwards against her until he hit that particular spot that made her moans grow even louder. 

She fell flat on her back against the bed, her tits bouncing and her fingers pulling on his hair in pure ecstasy. He watched the whole thing, groaning against her as he began to add a second digit, and then a third. He watched her body contort as he moved his thick digits inside of her, his thumb and tongue still working on her clit. 

“Oh fuck,” she cried out, her thighs beginning to quiver. She squeezed her thighs against his head as her orgasm quickly approached, overwhelming and overstimulating. 

With one skilled curl of his fingers, she came undone. Her orgasm washed over her with an intensity she never knew was possible. Joel didn’t stop, instead fucking her with his fingers and lapping up her nectar even faster, taking everything that she was willing to give to him. 

After a few minutes of this, it became all too much. She whined, pushing her hands against his forehead and wiggling away from him, mumbling nonsense.

He finally pulled away against his will, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, savoring any last drop he could. He stood up to his feet with a groan, leaning back over her. 

Her face was flushed a deep tinge of pink from the intensity of her orgasm. She was a babbling mess, her hair splayed all around her and a slight collection of drool dripped down her cheek. 

Joel fell in love with her at that moment. 

She reached up for him, tugging on the collar of his flannel and pulling his face down to hers. His chin glistened with her arousal, and she could taste herself on his lips. His wet beard and mustache spread her slick all over her face, and all she could was hum in satisfaction. 

She began fumbling with the buttons of his shirt desperately, pulling away from the kiss to mumble little pleas. 

He moved with just as much urgency, kicking off his boots, pulling down his jeans and boxers to his ankles and tossing them to the side before slipping off his flannel and white t-shirt he always wore underneath it. 

And there he was. Joel Miller, completely naked before her. Completely naked in front of a woman for the first time in three years. 

If his dick wasn’t so painfully hard, he would’ve taken more time to relish the moment. 

When she finally laid eyes on his cock, her jaw dropped in shock. He was massive. From the base that was covered in soft little black curls, all the way to the angry red tip, he was thick. Prominent veins caught her attention, running up and down the length of him. 

And then the anxiety set in. 

“There is no way that is fitting inside of me,” she said anxiously, her brows knitted together in worry. “I mean like absolutely no way.” 

Joel couldn’t help the small chuckle he let out, shushing her softly and leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead, then each of her cheeks, and then her lips. She physically felt her heart rate slow down at the sweet gesture, but she was still in disbelief at the size of him.

“We’ll make it fit, my sweet girl,” he said softly before pressing another gentle kiss against her lips. “If you still want to do this,” he added, making sure she knew she could back out if it was too much. 

She nodded, whispering a soft, “okay,” before bringing her hands up to wrap around his shoulders, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Just, please go slow.”

“Of course, baby girl,” he smiled, pulling her into another intense kiss as he adjusted his hips, laying his cock flat between her lips. They both moaned at the contact, and Joel knew that this was going to be the ultimate test of patience.

Joel moved to his lips her jaw, then her ear, and then her neck, all while reaching behind her and popping off her bralette masterfully. 

Still got it, he thought. 

He groaned at the sight of her bare breasts, moving his hand to massage one and pressing kisses against the other, working his way down slowly before finally pulling her nipple between his lips. 

She gasped at the sensation, closing her eyes and trying to take deep breaths, calming herself down. Joel slowly moved his hips, bringing his already leaking tip to prod against her tight little hole. 

Joel removed his lips from her nipple, looking up at her with a sense of endearment. “Take in a deep breath, baby,” he said softly, moving over to her other nipple and sucking it into his mouth. 

When she followed his orders, breathing in deeply from her belly, Joel pushed the tip into her hole, effectively stretching her out. The intrusion was extremely painful, and she made it known with a groan and clawing her fingers down to his shoulders from his head. He grunted, his arms practically shaking as he tried to hold back from burying himself to the hilt. 

“Doing…so good, baby girl,” he damn near whimpered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. When her breaths finally slowed down, he pushed a little further. Her face scrunched up in pain, but it was slightly more bearable this time. “Tell me to stop,” he said through strangled breaths, sheathing himself at a snail’s pace. 

She nodded, concentrated on keeping her breathing steady and her body relaxed. Each painful millimeter by painful millimeter, Joel kept his eyes focused on her in case she hesitated for even a millisecond. 

But she didn’t, all the way up to when he was buried balls deep inside of her.

For a second time this week, he noted her determination.

She let out a long exhale when she felt him fully buried inside. It was extremely painful, and she couldn’t move an inch. Her body was frozen, just silently taking him in. 

And Joel was placing gentle kisses across her chest and neck, whispering little praises in between each kiss.

 “So good,” “feels so fucking perfect,” “like you were made for me,” “my sweet princess.” 

He was struggling, using all of his willpower to not move even though he wanted nothing more than to slam into her with full force. But he refrained, making sure to take things at her own pace. 

This time, at least. 

After a long pause, she finally opened her eyes to meet his, her breath shaky and hot against his face. He drew her in for a kiss before raising a brow, “you okay, honey?”

She nodded, “‘S good, so fucking big.”

He chuckled softly, “I know, baby girl. You ready for me to move now?”

She hummed softly in response, giving him the go ahead. She hissed when he started moving, which made him stop immediately. She shook her head, “‘S okay, keep going.”

So, with every fiber of his being, he slowly moved out of her entirely. He took a moment to appreciate the view of his cock, coated in her slick, pressed against her weeping hole. 

“Fuck,” he sighed appreciatively before pressing back into her, moving slightly faster this time. She moaned, to which he responded with, “Taking me so well, baby girl, doing so good for me, yeah?”

“Feels good,” she shuddered out, her skin covered in goosebumps as he slowly fucked her. He hummed in agreement, leaning back and gripping her hips to watch as his cock slid into her before pulling out even slower, his tip tugging on the rim of her hole before he pushed back in. 

The movement of her hand caught his eyes as she brought it to her ribs and ran it slowly down her stomach, bringing it to her pussy where they connected. She moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of her, throwing her head back and bringing her fingers to her clit, rubbing small circles around the sensitive nub.

The sight alone made Joel’s hips stutter, his orgasm already surfacing. This little test of his patience seemed to have turned in the quickest orgasm of his life, and he let out a groan at that thought. 

Just as he was about to pull out completely and try to take it down a notch to prolong his orgasm, her walls squeezed him with all her strength as her orgasm suddenly took over. 

Her fingers stilled against her clit as her thighs began to quiver, her face contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back against her pillows. 

“Oh, fuck,” Joel groaned, his hips automatically moving at a quicker speed, causing her to moan even louder. “Yeah, baby, fuck... what a good fucking girl,” he said in between thrusts, now fucking into her at a remarkable pace. 

“Where ya want it?” He asked gruffly, his hips sputtering in a chaotic manner. His orgasm was approaching faster than he had anticipated, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut and will it to slow down with everything he had. 

“Inside.”

That single word, in her soft-spoken little voice, was enough to bring him over the edge. He groaned a strangled, “fuck,” before burying himself as deep as he could, ropes of cum coating her cervix. 

She couldn’t describe the feeling, in fact she was too overstimulated from her own orgasm to really even process what was happening. Her ears were ringing, her body was on fire, and all she knew was that she had just fucked Joel Miller.

And she was determined to fuck him again. 

After Joel came down from his own high, he slid out of her, causing her to let out a hiss at the friction. He collapsed on the bed next to her, and she automatically rolled onto her side to cuddle against him. 

He hummed, laying his arm down so she could rest her head on his bicep, bringing his other fingers to her chin to bring her into another sweet kiss that was full of a new sense of admiration and dare she say…love?

The two laid there in silence for a while. She ran her fingers back and forth through his greying chest hair as he drew little hearts with his thumb against her hip. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. 

“You okay, darlin’?”

She hummed, her eyes closed and a relaxed smile on her face. 

“Never been better.”

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Cutie Pie

pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader / fem!oc

summary: joel miller has watched her grow up. turns out it just took an apocalypse for him to finally see her the way she saw him.

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, SMUT, unprotected piv, female anatomy, she/her pronouns, sexual tension, praise kink, size kink, he's gonna make it fit, preoutbreak! and postoutbreak!, clickers, death of a young boy, death of reader's mother

word count: 6.5k

A/N: heyyy this is my first post! this is the first thing I've written in years so please be kind <3 constructive criticism welcome!!

The first time I remember seeing Joel Miller, I was six years old.

It was my birthday, and I wore my prettiest dress. A little pink tutu number with matching pink bows holding my hair up in little pigtails. I had begged my mom to let me sprinkle glitter in my hair to match the glitter in my dress. 

My dad had met Joel through work. My dad worked in the local Old National bank office, and Joel was working on the additional offices being added to the building. They met one day when leaving work, hitting it off and going to get a beer together that very evening. My dad was sort of a loner, as was Joel, and the two continued to grab a beer every Wednesday after work. 

“Hey Pumpkin!” My dad said softly as I was playing with my new toy that my aunt had given me for my birthday, a little battery operated dog that could bark and walk. I turned to him with a smile on my little face, my pigtails brushing over my shoulders as I looked at him. 

“Look at my sweet princess,” my dad cooed softly, reaching to pick me up. He hoisted me up on his hip with a groan before walking me towards his new friend. “This is Y/N,” my father said. I looked at Joel shyly, hiding my face slightly in my dad’s shoulder. 

Joel chuckled softly at my shyness, reaching out to softly touch my red cheek. “Well, aren’t you a cutie pie?” 

The first time I remember falling in love with Joel Miller, I was fourteen years old. Granted, I had no idea what love was, but pre-teen me fully believed I would marry this man. 

It was Christmas Eve, the year after my mother had passed away. It had easily been the worst year of my life, and I was totally dreading Christmas. After my mother passed, my dad had tried very hard to make sure that I was well taken care of, tried so hard that it had become overbearing. It was like he was walking on eggshells around me, unsure how to approach each situation of my life. 

Especially when I got my period. He panicked when I told him, even though I was already prepared and expecting it. He went to the store and bought damn near every pad size and style that the store sold. It was endearing, to say the least. 

Joel had become a regular member of the family. He was always fixing things around the house to help my dad out, always joining us for Sunday football, always around. So it wasn’t bizarre that he had joined us for Christmas. 

“Alright,” my dad said, on his knees in front of the Christmas tree. He picked up a small box, one that Joel had brought over. “And this one is for…you, Pumpkin!” He grinned, reaching to hand me the box. 

I looked down at the little box, the wrapping job was rough, messy, clearly done by a man who hadn’t wrapped many presents in his life. Before I could rip into it, he cleared his throat from across the room where he was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. 

“It’s just a little somethin’ that made me think of you,” he said gruffly, taking another swig of his beer. 

I nodded, no emotion on my face. I didn’t know what to expect from Joel. Joel had become a pivotal figure in my life, one who protected me and held me when I cried in the hospital while holding my mother’s cold hand. But he was always quiet, brooding, observant. 

I ripped the wrapping paper hastily, anxious to see what he had to offer. Under the brown wrapping paper, there was a little grey box, clearly made to hold jewelry. I furrowed my brows, my eyes flicking to him for a moment. He just gestured for me to continue with his beer. 

I slowly open the box, my eyes widening when I see what’s waiting for me. It’s a little silver locket, oval and engraved with a little flower. I gasped softly, genuine surprise on my face. I reached for the pendant, the smooth metal cool against my touch. I gently pry it open to be met with a picture of me and my mother from my sixth birthday. I was in my pink dress and pink bows, and she was in a gorgeous yellow summer gown. 

“Oh,” I whispered, my eyes immediately watering. I ran my thumb over the photo, staring at it for a moment. For the first time in months, I genuinely smiled. 

I closed the locket, holding it close to my chest and taking a deep breath before standing up and making my way silently to Joel. I simply hugged him, wrapping one arm around his strong torso, the other hand still clutching the locket to my chest. I closed my eyes, pushing my face against his chest, tears silently falling. 

Joel wrapped one strong arm around my shoulder, placing his big hand in my hair. “I’m glad ya like it, kiddo,” he said softly, shooting a small smile at my dad, who sat with the widest, knowing grin on his face. 

He moved me, sitting down his beer on the nearby table and taking the necklace from my hand and helping me put it on. It rested beautifully in the center of my chest, and I brought the pendant to my lips, placing a kiss against it. 

The first time I touched myself to the thought of Joel Miller, I was eighteen years old. It was at the peak of a Texan July, an easy 101° Fahrenheit. I was sitting by the pool, wearing my favorite baby blue bikini. It was a rather revealing bikini, but it hugged my recently developed curves in the most delicious way. 

I was sitting in an old lawn chair next to the pool, my skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and sunscreen. I held a glass of sweet, iced tea in one hand, mindlessly chewing on the straw while I laid back, eyes closed and soaking in as much UVB as possible. 

I didn’t even hear the gate open before the sound of a man’s voice shook me with surprise, “Hey, darlin’.”

I gasped, my hand shooting up to grab my locket in fright, the glass nearly slipping from my hand as my eyes shot open and I jumped. “Fuck, Joel, you scared the shit out of me!”

He chuckled softly at my reaction, holding his hands up defensively. “Such a dirty mouth, ya got kiddo,” he notes as he takes long strides through the yard towards where I sat, “sorry I scared ya.” 

I sit my glass down on the little lawn table next to me before standing up, squinting my eyes due to the harsh sun. Joel was wearing a pair of American flag swim trunks, and nothing else. My eyes widened at the sight of his tanned torso, slick with sweat. 

His pecs, biceps, shoulders, my god, everything was so big. The slight pudge of his tummy covered with dark brown and silver hairs sent my mind whirling in a way it never had before. 

“Your daddy’s asked me to come over and clean the pool today,” Joel started, oblivious to me obviously checking him out, instead focusing on the pool that had leaves and a few bugs floating on top of the water. 

“Oh,” I say simply, swallowing thickly, unsure of how to respond. He finally turned his gaze to me, and I could’ve sworn I saw his eyes take a quick sweep over my own body. 

“Yeah,” he huffed awkwardly, always the quiet gentleman. He simply walked past me to grab the pool net, the smell of sunscreen, tobacco, and something distinctly him filling my nostrils as he passed me. 

I’m unsure what to do, my solo tanning time totally interrupted and he didn’t even seem to care. I fumbled over a few words, fiddling with my fingers, “Um, uh, could I get you something to drink?”

He didn’t look at me, just instead stuck the net in the pool and began walking around it, scooping up the debris. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

I quickly squirried back into the house, flushed with embarrassment. I brace myself on the kitchen counter, utterly confused by what just happened. I’ve never been so awkward around Joel, never spared a second glance his way. So why was I so flustered over him now?

With a deep, grounding breath I reach for a clean glass from the dish drainer, popping a handful of ice cubes in it and filling it with sweet tea. I bite my lip, contemplating on cutting a lemon and putting it in the tea, but ultimately decide against it. 

Because that would be just too eager. 

I waited a good five minutes before reappearing outside. He’s already got the pool much cleaner, and he’s in the water now, still collecting leaves in the net. I inhale deeply before walking towards the pool, a noticeable sway to my hips. 

Joel finally notices me when I’m just a few feet away, and he chuckles softly. “I thought you meant like, a beer or somethin’.” 

My face drops into a frown as I glance at the now childish looking glass of tea in my hand before looking back at him. I’m already turning away, “Oh, yeah, duh. Let me go get-”

“Tea’s perfect, kiddo,” he interrupts me, putting the net down on the ground as he reaches out to grab the glass from my hand. 

I lean down, handing him the glass. His rough fingertips graze against my soft fingers, and I damn near moan at the feeling. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I watch as he takes a generous gulp of the tea, drinking half the glass in one go. My eyes are trained on his Adam's apple that bobs up and down, his neck thick and veiny and sunburnt. My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips at the sight. He lets out a sigh of relief when he finishes the drink, handing me the empty glass. “‘S good,” he huffs, his voice low and rough. 

The sun is hot, and a bead of sweat rolls down my temple, but I don’t think that has anything to do with the heat growing in my core. I’m so unbelievably embarrassed when the realization hits me – I’m attracted to Joel. 

Wordlessly, I turn quickly on my heels and book it back to the house, ignoring him calling my name softly in question. My face contorts into one of disgust with myself as I sit the empty glass on the counter and practically run upstairs to my room, locking my door behind me. 

“What the fuck, Y/N,” I say softly to myself as I flop on my back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as my heart raced. I couldn’t stop the images of Joel flashing in my mind, shirtless and glistening and strong. So big…so big. I wonder what else is big. 

That thought makes my eyes shoot open wide in shock. Oh, what else is big? I imagine his arms, thick with muscle that flexes with his every motion. His thighs, that are large and strong, often clothed in jeans that are snug against his muscles. 

Then, it hits me. 

His cock. 

Oh, it’s big. I know it’s big. It has to be big. 

The way he carries himself, god, he even walks like it’s big. Long strides, cool demeanor, strong shoulders with every step, he has to be packing something around. 

I close my eyes at the thought, imaging what he looks like behind those fucking American flag swimtrunks. Without permission, my hand starts moving to my core over my swimsuit bottoms. As my fingers make contact with my already sensitive nub through the fabric, my mouth opens ever so slightly. 

That was the first time of many that I touched myself to the thought of Joel Miller. 

The first time I fucked Joel Miller, I was 21 years old. It had been two years since the outbreak, and I couldn’t imagine the first time I ever had sex would be during a pandemic. 

My dad, Joel, and I traveled in a small group with a few other people from our neighborhood for the first few weeks of the outbreak. We drove away from all the main cities until we ran out of gas, setting up camp in a rather large cabin we found deep in the woods.

The three of us shared a bedroom, my dad and Joel opting to sleep on the floor and let me have the bed to myself. There were three other families traveling with us. One was just a sweet younger couple, close to my age. Then there was a family of two parents and two young children, an 8-year-old girl and 4-year-old boy. Then there was an elderly couple, the pair in their early seventies. 

The elders were the first to go. The man contracted the virus first, and the group unanimously decided that he and his wife would stay in a tent in the backyard, quarantined away from us until we could find a way to treat him. 

This was before we knew the virus couldn’t be cured. 

It wasn’t long before he began to twitch, and about two nights after his initial bite, he had infected his wife. The group struggled to come to a consensus about what to do with them, still too civil to be sure and kill them, but too terrified to let them live. 

Everyone was arguing inside the cabin about what to do. The older couple wanted to try and save them, the younger couple wanted to simply shoot them and put us all out of our misery. My dad wanted to try and lure them away, far enough away to where they wouldn’t bother us. 

Joel was quiet. He sat in the corner of the room in an old kitchen chair, rubbing his thumb against the palm of his other hand, a nervous habit I noticed over time he had adopted. His jaw was set, clenched with uncertainty. 

I sat on the couch, listening to the argument idly. I wasn’t sure what to do, and I didn’t want to be the deciding factor on whether or not to kill them. The argument was getting more and more heated, louder and louder. 

“We can’t just kill them!” The mother of the two young children yelled before the sound of glass shattering and the unmistakable screech of a clicker rang loud in my ears. The old man was fully transformed, a mere shell of a man and fully fungus-ified. He launched for the youngest child, grabbing the young boy and taking a bite of his throat. 

I screamed as blood sprayed on the floor before two gunshots rang out in the cabin, causing my head to ache immediately and my ears to ring. The thud of three bodies dropping to the ground was loud in the now silent cabin, with the exception of heavy breathing. 

Everyone was frozen momentarily before the mother of the boy started wailing, a scream that I can still hear to this day. The older daughter began to cry as the father of the children covered her eyes, bringing his fist up to his own mouth in a silent sob. My eyes scanned the scene, horror on my face as my dad immediately walked over to me, pulling me close to him in a tight hug.

I glanced over to Joel, his chest heaving as he stared emotionlessly at the sight before him. He was standing now, and my eyes trailed down to see the 9mm pistol in his hand, a small tuft of smoke rolling out from the barrel of the gun. 

Over the course of a year, the group whittled down to just me, my father, Joel, and the man from the younger couple, Tyler. The four of us had begun to move in tandem, learning how to navigate the forest and stay alive. 

Until one day, Tyler and my dad went out hunting. It was the beginning of October, and we were going on a week of no food. They were set to be gone for three days in hopes that they would return with a feast. 

Joel and I had set up camp by the river. Joel had wanted to be the one to go hunting instead of my dad, until my dad, unbeknownst to me, pleaded with Joel, saying that Joel would be better at protecting me than my dad would be if something were to happen. 

Which is true, Joel was much stronger than my dad. And Joel would be lying if he said his best friend’s daughter wasn’t his number one priority these days. 

It’s day two of my dad and Tyler’s hunting trip. I’ve spent the majority of my time near the river, sharpening my knife and skipping rocks across the water. My hobbies have become increasingly mundane since the outbreak, and I’ve spent more time in my head than with anyone else.  

“Hey darlin’,” Joel’s voice sounded from behind me. I was sitting on the bank of the river on top of an old tarp, holding my locket in one hand and my knife in the other. Joel walked up beside me before taking a seat on the bank next to me, his knees popping and him groaning as he made his way down. 

“Hi,” I said softly, rubbing my thumb over my locket. The nervous habit was something I picked up after encountering the first clicker, and I’ve rubbed the pendant so much that it’s started to smooth over the engraving of the flower.

Over the course of the outbreak, I found that I had become more quiet. I wasn’t as opinionated, I didn’t care where we went, so long as I came out alive. A small part of me thinks Joel had picked up on that, as he spoke to me softer, gave me extra food when we had it, helped me keep up with him and the other two men.   

Joel studied me for a moment, and I felt hot under the heat of his stare. The outbreak did nothing to subdue my desire for him, and it was these vulnerable moments, with just the two of us, that made that fact blatantly obvious. 

Joel cleared his throat before speaking again with the soft voice that he reserved just for me, “you doin’ okay, sugar?”

I look down at the stream in front of us, moving relentlessly over the little dark pebbles. I lick my dry lips, taking a moment to ponder his question. No, of course I wasn’t okay. The world was effectively ending. 

But all things considered, I guess I was making it. 

“Yeah,” I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. I stretch out my legs in front of me, tapping my boot-covered toes against each other with a little click. My boots were wearing down, and I felt water seep in when I stepped in a puddle. But Shoe Carnival’s hours changed with the brain-eating virus. 

Joel sighed at my short response. He knew there was more going on in my mind, knew that it was full of anxieties that I would never tell anyone. He glanced at my boots with a frown, “ya really ought to let me tape them up, honey.”

God, him and those fucking pet names. Every term of endearment that leaves his tongue finds itself nuzzled softly in my core, and that was true for this very moment. I don’t think he ever speaks to me without calling me something sweet anymore, and I can’t get enough of it. 

I don’t know when exactly he stopped calling me “kiddo.” I think it was sometime after I killed my first clicker, not long after we left the cabin. But I couldn’t be more happy with the upgraded nicknames. 

“I know,” I respond, clicking my toes together a few more times for good measure. “I guess we just haven’t really stopped walking for a while.” 

Joel hums softly, looking down at his hands, rubbing his thumb into his palms. He ponders for a moment before responding, “Well, we aren’t walking now, sugar.” 

Before I have time to process what he even said, he’s moving. With a groan and pop of his bones, he’s on his knees and reaching for my calf. I flinch when his hand touches me, resting on my denim-covered calf as he begins to untie one of my boots. 

“Joel, it’s ok-,” I begin before he effectively shuts me up with a shush. I’m left speechless as he unties one boot, then the other with such care and gentleness that I wasn’t aware he was capable of. 

I’ve watched Joel kill, time and time again by now. He was ruthless, some would say heartless, but I knew it was always in our best interest. But now, him taking off my boots so kindly and the heat in my core was telling me this was anything but a good idea. 

He finally gets both my boots off, and sits them on the ground beside him. His large hand moves from my calf and slowly down to my ankle before he grabs my foot, covered in my old fuzzy purple socks. 

He leans back on his heels and begins rubbing his thumb against the arch of my foot, his other hand cupping my toes. “Little toesies are so cold,” he whispers softly, his eyes watching my every move and reaction. 

A little moan slips past my lips when he massages a particularly sore spot on my foot. My eyes shoot open as my face flushes with embarrassment at the sound, but Joel is just smirking at me, almost like he knows every thought that has ever crossed my mind. 

He moves to my other foot, doing the same thing, rubbing my foot and warming my toes with his huge hands. He maintains eye contact with me as he begins to move one hand slowly to my ankle. I gasp at the feeling of his bare, calloused skin against the soft skin of my ankle under my jeans. I watch as he sucks his lip into his mouth, biting down as he experimentally moves his hand higher up my calf under my jeans. 

“What are you…” I trail off before he adjusts himself, moving to sit down and pull my legs across his lap. He rolls my jeans up as far as they can go, just above my knees, before pulling off my socks slowly and stuffing them into my boots. 

“You’ve been such a strong girl, sugar,” he drawls slowly before his hands begin massaging the tight muscles of my calves. I can’t even stop the little moans at the euphoric feeling. The delicious friction of his rough hands against me makes me all the more needy. 

And the worst part, I don’t even know if he realizes exactly what he’s doing.  

God, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing, Joel thinks to himself as he listens to her soft moans. 

He wonders if she makes that same sound when reaching her orgasm, or when she plays with her nipples, or when she’s got a mouth full of cock. 

He knows it’s wrong, oh so terribly wrong. He’s over twice her age, and she’s his best friend’s daughter for fucks’ sake. But something about that makes the thrill all the more fun for him. 

It had been after he came to clean their pool all those years ago and he saw her in the baby blue bikini. The way her breasts were on his display when she leaned over to hand him that sweet glass of tea, and the jiggle of her ass when she purposely swayed her hips a little harder as she walked back inside. 

As soon as that pool was clean, he left as fast as he could and went straight home to his bedroom. He didn’t even waste time taking off his swimtrunks, instead just forced his hand under the waist band and fucked his fist to the thought of her. 

His desire grew more and more every time he saw her. The next encounter, she was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, walking into the kitchen in the morning. She didn’t know Joel was there, sharing a cup of coffee with her dad before they headed to work. She jumped when she noticed him, her hard nipples poking through the cotton fabric and her tits bouncing when she jumped with surprise, followed by her sweet, “Oh! Hi Joel.” 

When he parked his truck in front of his job sight, he fucked his fist again to the thought of her tits. 

Then the outbreak happened, and all those sexual desires were replaced with the need to protect her. Joel made sure she did not face any danger whatsoever, always thinking ten steps ahead to ensure her safety. He showed her how to fight, how to shoot, where to stab, how to start fire. He taught her everything she needed to know with no intention of her ever having to put it to the test. 

And all those desires that had subsided all this time were resurfacing right now. 

As he rubs her soft little feet and legs, as she lets out those soft little moans between her soft little lips. He feels his dick harden at the whole situation, already beginning to leak like a goddamn teenager. 

Joel decides he wants to test the waters a little bit, pushing more pressure on a particularly stiff part of her calf muscles, “you’ve been such a good girl, sugar.”

His words go straight to her pussy, her walls fluttering in response. A louder moan leaves her lips before she can stop it, her nipples hardening under her cotton tank top. Joel’s cock jumps at the sight before him, straining against the zipper of his jeans. 

He clears his throat again, swallowing thickly before licking his lips, “aw, look at you my sweet girl.” He watches with intensity for her reaction, to which he is completely satisfied with. 

She bites her bottom lip and rubs her thighs involuntarily, her eyes squeezed shut. The friction of her thighs does little to relieve the incessant need at the apex of her thighs that she finally opens her eyes, staring at Joel with a look that’s mixed with confusion, worry, and pure desire. 

Joel hums at the sight, moving one hand to above her knee over the fabric of her jeans. “Sweetie pie,” he starts, his voice almost shaking with desire but still controlled, “are these jeans making my girl uncomfortable?”

She hesitantly nods, chewing her bottom lip with worry as she continues to rub her thighs together. She’s not entirely sure where this is going, but she couldn’t be more excited. 

A gasp leaves her lips when Joel adjusts slightly, pressing his very obvious bulge against the underside of her calf. He lets out a groan at the friction, looking at her with eyes full of caution. After a beat of silence, he decides to take a swing. 

“Do ya want to take them off, sweet pea?”

It felt like his words echoed in the woods, bouncing off of every tree and rock before it finally processed in both of their minds. Joel watches her with a new level of intensity, praying to whatever gods were out there that he didn’t cross a line. 

It takes a while for the question to even register in her mind. Her body is frozen solid, eyes trained on his, lip still drawn between her teeth. Her throat is dry, her head is spinning, and every conscious thought is telling her to say no. 

But her body responds before she can, as she nods and moves her fingers down to the button of her jeans. 

Joel can barely restrain himself as he reaches up to help her with her jeans. He grabs the waistband and drags them down her legs, his breath catching in his throat when he sees her obviously arousal in the form of a wet spot on her pink cotton panties. 

“Fuck,” Joel groans before he begins to stand up. He grabs her hand, bringing her to her feet before picking her up with a groan and walking her towards their tent, with a much more comfortable ground. 

He lays her down on his sleeping bag, carefully placing her head against his pillow. He kicks off his boots, being careful not to track mud in onto her pink sleeping bag that is laid next to his blue one that she was currently laid on. He zips closed the door of the tent, even though it doesn’t really matter, before he settles himself on his side next to her. 

She moves on her own accord, rolling onto her side to face him and throwing a leg over his hip. She gasps when she feels his cock through his jeans and her panties, pressing thick against her. 

“I knew it was big,” she admits, and the words go straight past Joel’s ego and down to his dick. He thrusts against her in response, both of them letting out a moan at the contact. 

Joel reaches down to grip her hip roughly before dragging his fingers down to her core. “Fuck, sugar,” he groans when he feels her wet, hot desire through her panties, “ya got no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

She moans at his admission and her hips buck reflexively at the feeling of his fingers against her. “Oh my fuck,” she sighs, burrying her head into the crook of his neck. She brings her hand up to pinch her nipple through her tank top, her breath hot against his throat. 

Joel can’t stop himself when he rolls her onto her back and moves her panties to the side, his fingers now touching her bare cunt. She moans, louder than she ever has, and it was pure music to his ears. He brings his free hand up to squeeze her other tit before he latches onto the nipple over her top. 

“Joel,” she moans. His name. 

That sound replays in his mind and he moans against her nipple, trailing kisses from her breast up to her throat, kissing her pulse point before biting into it, hard enough to leave a mark for a few days. She moans his name again, and all his control breaks. 

“God damn it, baby girl, I wanted to take this slow,” he says before leaning back and undoing his jeans with fervor, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to reveal himself. “But I need you now.”

Her eyes widen at the sight of him. He’s fucking massive. She can’t help but reach for his cock, and her middle finger and thumb barely touch when wrapped around him. She adds her other hand, and her two hands together can’t even cover all of him. He’s long, thick, veiny. The tip is almost purple with pure need. 

“Fuck me, please,” she says, bringing her eyes to meet his. He lets out a string of curse words before he’s moving her panties to the side and sliding his cock between her folds, gathering her slick. 

He’s hot, pulsing, and so huge. Worry flashes across her face briefly, and Joel catches it. He leans up to press a kiss against her jaw, then her cheek, and then her forehead and back down to her earlobe. “Don’t worry my sweet girl, we’ll make it fit.”

She moans at his words, nodding. He doesn’t hesitate before prodding his tip against her tight hole. “Fuck,” he groans as he pushes in ever so slowly. Her pussy practically sucks him in, and she can’t hold back her loud moans at the intrusion. 

“Oh my, god,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back. He’s too big, there’s no way he’s fitting all of it. She holds her breath, trying to prepare for more when she feels him pull out and he puts a hand on top of her head, stroking her hair softly. 

“Shh, baby girl,” he says, kissing her collarbone. “I need you to breathe, sugar, can’t have you passing out on me.”

She nods at his words, inhaling deeply through her nostrils and exhaling slowly. Joel smiles, a real smile, “atta girl, always such a good girl for me.”

The praise shoots through her body and causes her hips to grind against him, dragging his tip back in. He moans at the feeling before holding eye contact with her and taking a deep breath, encouraging her to follow suit. As she does, he begins to push further in as she exhales, and her breath ends with the sweetest little moan he ever did hear. 

“Aww, my sweet baby,” he coos, looking down to where their bodies connect, “you’re doing so good, practically pullin’ me in, sugar.”

Slowly, very slowly, Joel continues to push deeper and deeper until finally, he is fully sheathed inside her tight cunt. She reaches up, gripping his shoulders so tight she leaves indents in his skin with her nails. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her jaw dropped open in a silent moan as she takes a moment to adjust to the intrusion. 

Joel leans down to pepper her shoulders and neck in kisses, his hands caressing every part of her body he can get his hands on. After a few minutes, he finally looks up at her. “I’m gonna move now, darlin’.”

She nods and braces herself against him as he grabs her hips, moving out of her as slow as possible. Her moans, her scent, her skin, it was all too much. Joel couldn’t help himself when, after pulling fully out, he slammed back into her, straight to the hilt. 

“Joel! Fuck!” She moaned, the pain ever so present at first until it slowly faded as he continued moving. Joel watched with pride as she took every inch so kindly. 

“Doing so good, my angel,” he said between groans and grunts, trying to restrain himself but failing miserably. He began to move faster, deeper, chasing his first orgasm in over a year. “Fuck, so tight for me, so beautiful,” he mumbled against her temple as he moved. 

She was a complete babbling mess, her head lulling to the side. He reached up to cradle her cheek, and she turned her head to pull his thumb into her mouth, suckling the skin and moaning. 

“Oh fuck, darlin’,” he rasped at the sight, his thrusts getting even faster as he watched her suck his thumb. It was fucking ridiculous. Her tits were bouncing so hard, her tongue was swirling around my thumb expertly, her moans were music to his ears. 

He moved back upright, popping his thumb from her mouth and grabbing her hips with both of his hands. He slowed his movements to a ridiculously slow pace, watching where their bodies connected. Her desire was leaking all over him and down to her ass, her lips red and puffy, holding his cock so beautifully. He stopped moving for a moment, grinning when he felt her walls clamp down on him and a small whimper leave her lips. 

Without warning, he began his fastest thrusts yet, paired with his thumb against her clit. She nearly screamed, both of her hands reaching up to grip his salt-and-pepper curls as he fucked her into next week. 

The sound of wet skin slapping filled the tent, his balls slapping against her ass, causing them both extra pleasure. His thumb circled faster around her clit, and he could tell she was close. 

“That’s it, baby girl,” he encouraged, his free hand moving up to squeeze her tits, “cum all over my cock, sugar, c’mon.” 

That’s all it took before her searing orgasm ripped through her, her eyes squeezed shut as she came, her release in the form of a squirt shooting against his pelvis and lower tummy, coating his cock entirely.

The sight, the smell, the sounds, fuck it was all to much. Joel doubled over on top of her, his thrusts becoming sporadic. He was whimpering in her ear, and the sound alone prolonged her orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna…inside?” He asked, biting down on his lip so hard as he tried to hold back. 

“Cum inside me, Joel,” she moaned, and that was all it took. Joel’s orgasm hit him like a train, ropes of cum painting her walls. He continued to fuck his seed into her until it was leaking out of her around his cock. He wished he had a camera to take a picture of such art. 

After a minute of slowly fucking his cum into her, he stills inside of her, buried deep inside against her cervix. His breath is hot against her throat as he struggles to regain consciousness. 

She couldn’t believe that actually just happened, her head was spinning. But there was one thought that was so loud, she couldn’t help but utter it. 

“Please kiss me.” 

Joel’s eyes shot open at her plea, and he propped himself back up above her. He could see a little tinge of hurt in her eyes, and he couldn’t believe he forgot to kiss her lips. He smiled softly at her, his cock still rather hard inside of her. They both moaned as his cock moved within her as he leaned forward. 

His big hand cupped her cheek before his lips pressed against hers in a surprisingly innocent manner. His lips were rough against hers, his beard and mustache tickling her face slightly. He pulled back for just a second before going back in, this time opening his mouth in an invitation. 

She pushed her tongue against his, bringing her hands to the back of his head and pulling him as close as possible with a little whine. The kiss grew into something more heated, saliva covering their lips as they couldn’t stop tasting each other. 

Finally, with the last shred of restraint he had, Joel pulled away from her. He smiled down at her, dragging his thumb across her wet, swollen lower lip.

 Slowly, he removed his cock from within her, and they both whined at the loss of contact. He rolled off of her and onto his back, and she didn’t waste any time rolling onto her side and tossing a leg over his hip. 

He grinned, humming with satisfaction. She was on cloud nine, her heart still racing from her orgasm. He looked down at her, pleased with how peaceful she looked. He couldn’t recall a time when she looked more at ease.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against the top of her head as slumber called both of their names. 

“My cutie pie,” he whispered softly before finally getting some well-deserved rest.