summary: Jackson’s kindergarten teacher sure is sweet. Beloved by the community and gentle with the children, its no far feat for everyone to fall in love with her. Even big, bad, scary Joel Miller.
|| fluff, lil bit of angst cause joel miller is an anxious guy, miss honey coded reader (from the 1996 movie matilda), kindergarten teacher reader, canon compliant, easter eggs from tlou II, tenderness, flirting, yearning, joel is a big boy ||
a/n: let me just apologize cause I really don't know how to write fluff. there's not muchhhh plot here. just like...yearning. and kindergarten things. and yeah. but I had fun with it and it helped me with some writer's block :')
The baby boom in Jackson began about six months after you started to call the settlement home.
It wasn't very surprising. After all, safety had a way of loosening the grip of fear and letting love take root where survival had once ruled the mind. And when love was involved in a world with a lack of contraceptives… well, there were babies.
And oh, did Jackson have babies.
You'd only have to step out of the house to see the streets filled with the new beginnings of life. The air was soon full of coos and soft cries, followed with gentle reassurances passed between mothers and fathers, neighbors leaning in to lend a hand. It brought the town closer than ever before.
Somehow, childless and single, yet old enough to be trusted, you found yourself caring for the little ones while their parents tended to work or if they just needed some rest. At first, it was a baby here and there dropped off at your door for an afternoon. And then as word spread about how good you were with the children, your home began filling with tiny feet and bright eyes. Some parents even joked their children preferred you to them, which made you laugh but left you secretly honored.
Over the years—how fast they go by when watching tiny humans grow—the babies turned to toddlers, who inevitably turned to children. By the time many of them turned three or four, you realized how badly they craved something more. Not because they were unruly, but because their minds were so eager to stretch and wander. They needed a place to learn, to play, to begin imagining larger worlds.
Soon, you were convincing Tommy Miller and his wife Maria to let you use a small building down the road as a school. You painted its walls with sprawling gardens, bees and butterflies and flowers blooming in bright murals on the outside. String lights were strung across beams, and with the help of a young man Jesse and his girlfriend Dina, you raided an elementary school in an abandoned town over the mountain. It had been left and untouched, after all, because who bothered with school supplies when the world ended? Yet you came away with treasures: coloring books and workbooks, crayons by the hundreds, pencils, scissors, paints, paper that hadn't rotted away in the twenty years it had been left. Your little building became a schoolhouse in no time, shelves full of books and crafts and trinkets found along the way. Each item seemed small, but meant everything to you.
And on your birthday, Jesse and Dina had surprised you with an entire chalkboard and a box filled with little white sticks. The moment you laid your eyes on it, you fell into their arms, laughing and weeping all at once.
Today, a warm spring afternoon, you were out in the community garden with the children, all of them crouched among the rows of mulch and sprouting harvest. You'd been teaching them about roots and leaves, how the soil and sun worked together to make things grow, how they love to lean towards the light. You taught them how there was some inexplicable thing about nature that liked to be sung to. Halfway through leading them in a cheerful round of You Are My Sunshine, you noticed Tommy Miller heading your way, a broad grin on his face and someone at his side.
You rose from your kneeling position, dusting the dirt from your palms and smoothing your yellow dress, calling out to the children, "You can pick off one vegetable each—and I do mean one, Joey!"
"Mornin'," Tommy said warmly upon your approach. His smile was so wide his freckle-dusted cheeks were flushed pink, radiating a kindness that always put you at ease.
"Morning, Tommy," you replied, leaning in to greet each other with a kiss on the cheek. You turned back to double check the rows of children—still eighteen heads like giggling blossoms between the thicket of greenery—before turning back to your visitor, a little breathless, "How are you?"
“I’m wonderful, honey, thank you,” he said, hands settling on his hips in his usual easy stance. “Wanted to introduce you to one of our new folks. This here’s my brother, Joel.”
"Hi, Joel," you greeted warmly, offering your hand. He inclined his head, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth as his thick palm closed around yours. He was so warm and gentle, fingers worn with rough calluses and his hand swallowed yours in its grasp. You suddenly caught yourself staring at the silver threading through his dark hair and the broad cut of his shoulders before you let go.
"Joel here's gonna be helpin' with that schoolhouse of yours," Tommy continued once your hands had parted, clapping his hand onto the broad cup of his brother's shoulder, "roof's been in bad shape since the winter. And he's the man to fix it."
"Oh, I'd really appreciate it so much," you replied, eyes brightening, until you hesitated, "I'll still be able to teach, though?" you glanced back at the children as you spoke, counting again, the instinct automatic. Still eighteen.
Joel spoke for the first time then, his voice low and even, pleasantly rough, "Yes, ma'am, shouldn't get in your way too much."
Your eyes flicked to him, startled by the warmth in his tone. “What a shame,” you said softly, catching yourself and smiling, "but I'm glad I'll still be able to teach."
Tommy’s eyes moved between his brother and you, quick and curious.
"Well, we'll let you get back to it," he said, his hand clapping one more time on Joel before giving you one more beaming smile. As his one hand left his brother's shoulder, the other found the small of your back in parting, light and friendly, "You take care now, honey,"
"You too," you returned, a blush reaching your cheeks as your gaze found Joel's once more. His eyes held yours for a fraction longer than polite, so pretty you wondered how many colors you'd have to mix to get the hazel right. And then he nodded his goodbye, and parted with Tommy.
Joel
You see, when Joel was younger—when he had a mortgage to pay and a job to keep and a house to care for—it riddled him with gut-wrenching anxiety. He would ignore it, and could usually keep his head on long enough to get through the day, wishing to hit his head to a pillow and sleep it off, only to be left wide awake at night, begging his eyelids to shut. He would toss and turn, pleading for his brain to shut off, to put away the worry and just let him fucking sleep. It was a specific feeling in his stomach then—he couldn't eat or drink much without it churning painfully in his gut. It got so bad he started taking little while pills to help with the sores in his stomach. That's when the doctor told him he had anxiety.
That's what he was feeling now.
That stomach rolling, wide eyed feeling, staring up at his ceiling.
But this time, it wasn't because he had a baby to feed in a recession or because he had to hold a job he couldn't be sure he had the next day. It wasn't about reminding himself about soccer dues or another part needed for his truck to even get to the job he wasn't sure he'd had.
No, no.
Joel Miller had a fucking crush.
It turned tides in his stomach even as he thought it.
Butterflies, he’d call it, you know, if he was five years old. He fisted his palms into his eyes, willing them to close, to let him fucking sleep. Twenty years into the end of the world and his brain was worried what you’d thought of him today. What that look in your eyes meant as you realized you’d be seeing him a lot more now that the roof to your school was so decayed from winter’s wet blanket the last four months.
The next few days did not make it much easier.
He and Ellie were given the rest of the weekend to settle in, to get their bearings and meet the other folks in town, and if anything the reprieve only made it worse. He kept seeing you—everywhere—in such small, ordinary ways that made it impossible to ignore the flipping in his stomach.
He saw you at the stables, saying hello to the horses and the parents of a young boy, your hand resting on the boy’s shoulder while you listened like nothing else mattered. That next night, he saw you outside the Tipsy Bison with a glass of wine in your hand, your cheeks pink as a man flirted openly with you and you tried to laugh it off as if trying not to hurt his feelings. Joel didn’t feel bold enough to talk to you yet, but every now and then, when he checked back to see if you were still there, you would already be looking at him.
You wore the prettiest things too: a yellow dress one day with little frills at the sleeves, pale pink the next, soft and muddy at the hem as you picked vegetables. Then, Sunday afternoon he saw you on your porch wearing a pretty blue one as you painted, a small bouquet of flowers tucked into your apron pocket.
And the people of Jackson loved you.
Little children brought you treats, the stable boy offering his apple to you, the bartender at the Tipsy Bison not letting you exchange a single thing for your drink. In the market a woman gave you flowers because they matched that blue dress, not allowing your objections to the thoughtful gesture. And when Joel slipped you into conversation that Sunday night at dinner at Tommy and Maria's, his brother was all smiles and pride at what you'd done with that building on the side of town. How the place made it feel like the old days, steadier and alive because of you. And then, almost baffled, Tommy added he couldn’t believe you’d been single, on your own all this time, always tending to the children and never worrying about anyone’s flirtations.
Joel didn't get any sleep that night.
On Monday morning, he was at the kitchen table, sunlight beaming through the window in pale stripes across the worn wood. Ellie sat across from him, kicking her feet with restless irritation as she hunched over her notebook. The only sound in the room was Joel's fork against the porcelain in front of him, and her pen scratching doodles in the lines of the paper.
Joel pushed his eggs around his plate, managing a few bites only because he knew better than to skip eating altogether. His stomach rolled anyway, just like it had been all night.
“Sounds to me like you’re bored,” he said around a bite of egg, swallowing the lump in his throat, forcing his voice to stay easy, normal. “And need a job.”
Ellie snorted, finally glancing up from the notebook, pen held aloft “Where?” she asked, and then pointed the pen at him, threatening. “And don’t tell me farm duty. That sucked so bad I can’t imagine why anyone would ever sign up for that.” She rolled her eyes dramatically, then set the pen aside and reached for a slice of apple, dragging it through the mason jar of peanut butter beside her plate before taking a bite. Mid chew, she added, “And no one will let me train for patrol yet.”
Joel stood and gathered her empty plate with his own, twisting the lid back onto the jar and sliding it out of reach before she could go back for more. She tended to like to stick her entire finger in the jar when she ran out of apple slices.
“Hey!” Ellie protested.
“Get up,” Joel said, jerking his chin toward the door. “You’re comin’ with me.”
“I can’t do manual labor,” she yelled after him, chair scraping loudly as she stood. “I don’t even know how to use a screwdriver!”
“Lucky for you,” he said, throwing on his boots, keeping his back to her so she wouldn’t see the way his jaw was set, “the job I got in mind requires minimal manual labor.”
He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “That is, unless you count havin’ to pick up and carry around forty-somethin’ pounds every so often.”
You
"Ellie here has been needin' a job," Joel explained on the doorstep of your schoolhouse. His eyes wouldn't meet yours the entire time he'd been saying hello, introducing Ellie as he stared at her. She was cute—red haired, freckle faced. And Joel had a soft smile as he looked at her, even though his arms were folded tightly across his chest. You wondered for a moment if the smile was saying something else between them, an inside joke you didn't know, a little smug and teasing as she elbowed him.
"Uh, hi," Ellie said with a polite grin, a little shy.
You smiled back, bright and sincere, "I'm really so grateful to have you," you said as you greeted the kids filing in around you. The schoolhouse was streaked with winter's melt, the sunflowers and bees now faded, "We're learning about the solar system today, so it'll be great to have an extra pair of hands."
You sounded a little exasperated, but really, there couldn't have been a better day for her arrival—paper mache, planets, glue and scissors and paint all in the hands of eighteen of Jackson's five year olds. Planning it had been exciting, especially when you'd found a book on Space Exploration for Dummies. But now, staring down the barrel of the day ahead, you were immensely grateful for the teenager to help out.
As the last child filed inside, Ellie followed, her face brightened and excited, and you turned to close the door and bid her guardian goodbye. As you reached for the handle, you caught one more glance at Joel as he finally looked up at you.
You wondered if it was winter’s last nip of the morning, or if he’d always been so pink in the cheeks, but you could’ve sworn Joel Miller was blushing.
The day carried on, and eighteen miniature solar systems came to life. There were planets strung on yarn and stars splattered with paint on black paper you'd spent all night painting the days before. Glue was dried between small fingers, markers rolled beneath desks, laughter filling the space. Ellie was absolutely radiant as she darted between tables to help the little ones.
"Did you know the moon smells like gun powder?" she'd asked, grinning as the kids gasped, "gun powder's the stuff they use to make weapons work, like when your parents go on patrol. Same stuff. Cool, right?"
"Did you know the first animals in space were fruit flies? Everyone always says monkeys, but nope—flies! They sent them for radiation exposure."
"Did you know the heat sheilds on shuttles are made of sand? No seriously!!"
By the third fact, you'd decided maybe she should've been teaching the lesson herself.
When the day finally wound down, gluey hands washed clean and paints capped, Ellie stood at the sink, carefully working the brushes under running water. She had gone a little quiet once the kids all left for supper, her voice soft when she finally spoke to you as you cleaned up. “Thanks for letting me… you know… help out.”
You smiled, pouring the cloudy rinse water into the basin beside her. “I think that was the best lesson yet. You were amazing.”
Ellie’s grin widened, freckles dancing across her nose, her eyes bright and alive. You shared a quiet, easy moment there, just smiling at each other.
There was a knock on the open door behind you, and a familiar voice called out.
"Ready to head home?"
You and Ellie both turned. Joel stood in the doorway, filling it with his broad frame, his shirt darkened with sweat at the collar and under his arms, hands dirt-smudged, a strip of white gauze wrapped around his left palm.
Ellie dried her hands quickly and grabbed her backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as she walked towards him. But instead of stopping in front of him, she went around, looking sheepishly up at him from outside, “Uh…Kat actually invited me over. We’re gonna hang out.” she shrugged, “Save me some dinner?”
Joel blinked, “I—okay, uh, yeah.”
Ellie’s eyes found you once more, “Thanks again, Miss!”
You waved her off with a small smile, then wiped your hands on your yellow apron, untied it, and draped it over the back of your chair. When you sat on the edge of the desk, the fatigue caught up with you all at once, settling into your bones as the quiet finally took hold. The room was clean now, desks straightened, floors swept, but the day still clung to you—glue under your fingernails, paint in your hair, the usual. There was an exhaustion in your bones, but the good kind, from a day well spent.
Joel stood awkwardly at the door for a moment, picking at the bandage on his left hand, shifting once before clearing his throat, “She tends to run her own schedule, sorry ‘bout that,”
You laughed softly, “She’s wonderful.”
He looked up at that, his eyes finding yours, and god, they really were so pretty. Every color from the forest under a thick, dark brow. He looked at you like he wasn’t expecting the praise, like the compliment hit somewhere tender.
“Yeah. She is,” he murmured, eyes dropping again, the pink returning to his cheeks.
You tilted your head, smiling gently. “She was incredible today. And the kids loved her. I think she taught half the lesson for me.”
“Well,” Joel scratched the back of his neck, bashful, “she’s always loved space, never stops talkin' about it whenever she can.”
“That’s a good thing here,” you said softly. “I could use someone who talks a lot. I’m usually outnumbered by eighteen little voices.”
You both watched each other for a long moment, and you felt like you were cataloging him. Broad shoulders, dark hair, that thick peppered beard and thick bottom lip. You blushed before trying to look away, but then something caught your eye.
“Joel?” you asked gently, your eyes finally realizing that bandage hadn’t been there this morning, “What happened to your hand?”
He seemed startled that you’d noticed, following your gaze down to the bandage as if it had only just occurred to him. “Oh. It’s nothin’,” he said. “Just… been a while since I done much construction. Roof was worse’n I thought. Should throttle Tommy for leavin' you to a rotted decking for so long."
You pushed yourself up from the desk without thinking, concern warming your expression as you stepped closer. “Still,” you said, “it must’ve hurt.”
He shrugged, trying to play it off, but he flushed pink again, “It’s fine. Really.”
But he didn’t pull away when you reached for his arm. You took his bandaged hand carefully, your fingers gentle as you adjusted the loose wrap, neatening it without comment. He went very still beneath your fingers, watching you the whole time, as if he weren’t used to being tended to, as if the simple act of care was something new and overwhelming.
“I’m glad you’re helping with the schoolhouse,” you said quietly after a minute, your fingers resting on the thick of his arm. “We really needed it. Tommy and Maria, I mean… and me.”
His eyes moved between yours, something shy in his smile. “Happy to,” he said. “Really.”
You couldn't stop looking up at him, studying him, watching him watch you. His beard had been trimmed since yesterday, the dark thick hair still threaded with silver, neater than it was, and the thought surprised you with how fond it made you feel.
Joel's expression was changing as you watched him. Your hand still laid on his arm, just delicate and gentle, not even putting pressure. You hadn’t realized how near you’d drifted until you were almost chest to chest, your breath catching a little at the space between you, at how solid he felt, how steady.
He lowered his arms slowly, careful not to startle you, and then his bandaged hand lifted, hesitant, as if he were asking permission with the motion itself. His fingers pinched a streak of blue paint caught in your hair.
"You really are somethin, miss honey," he murmured as he dragged the color from your hair.
"My name's—not—I—"
But you couldn't make the words form. It was your turn to blush and stammer, as his hand tucked the hair away, and he inhaled. You could feel your breath being stolen from him. His smile was shy but widening, maybe amused as he realized you were suddenly as nervous as him.
"What’re you doin’ tonight?” he asked quietly, hope threaded through the question. His voice was so low, so gravelly but soft. You wanted to close your eyes just to hear it like a hymn.
You hummed, a little delirious at the closeness, at the smell of the mint on his breath. You wondered if he'd gotten some from the garden before coming here.
"Nothing." you answered.
You realized then he hadn’t dropped his hand from your ear. He was still holding your face, thumb warm where it brushed your temple.
He hesitated, and you watched his eyes move around the focals of your face, your eyes, your nose, your lips—oh god—and it made your chest feel too small for your heart, made you suddenly aware of your own mouth, the way you were breathing.
And then, gathering his courage, he said: “Dinner?”
You lifted your hand without thinking, circling his wrist where it hovered, a quiet little anchor, and it was like the touch finally caught up with him. His breath hitched, his shoulders softened. This big, broad man suddenly unsure in the sweetest, most disarming way, offering you something fragile and waiting to see if you’d take it.
“I’d like that,” you said, smiling back, a little breathless yourself. “I can bring coffee, if you—”
His entire expression changed in a glimpse. The cautious set of his brows lifted, the corners of his mouth lifting wider, and his eyes sparkled like embers catching light.
“There’s coffee?” he asked, almost boyishly hopeful.
You couldn’t help the way your smile widened in return, your tongue finally finding its way back to you as you wet your lips and remembered how to speak.
“Every once in a while the bakery gets some,” you said softly. “I teach the owner’s kids, so… I usually get first dibs when it comes in.”
He let out a quiet breath that was almost a laugh, and only then seemed to realize his hand was still on your face. He lowered it slowly, careful, and you followed the movement without thinking, your fingers sliding from his wrist down to his hand until you were only holding the tips of each other’s fingers.
“That sounds….” he said, earnest and a little unsteady. “That would be real nice, honey.”
You looked at him for a long moment, both of you smiling in a soft, stunned way that felt too big for words.
“Walk me home?” you asked, quiet and hopeful.
He glanced out at the open door, the evening settling into purples and oranges, then back at you, and his hand slipped further into yours, squeezing it once.
MAJOR materialists spoilers under the cut, but i have some thoughts.
whether you liked materialists or not, i am like. absolutely baffled by some of the takes/information i'm seeing spread about it. bc WHY are people going around saying that lucy didn't stay with harry because of his surgery...............that is literally NOT the reason she broke up with him. like. the reason she broke up with him was clearly stated: she didn't love him. he literally ASKED her if she was leaving him because of his surgery, and she said no!!!! the reason is because she found out this man was going to PROPOSE to her, and yet she really barely knew him at all. she didn't feel Anything when she found out about his surgery - she didn't feel betrayed or angry, because she doesn't feel THAT strongly for him. if anything, her finding out about his surgery was just the catalyst for the realization that she never felt for him the way she felt about john.
idk man i'm just really confused by the way people seem to consume media these days. like. the information is literally right in front of you and yet you are still continuing to believe some weird narrative you've invented in your head. you can be upset that she still chose john and not harry but my GOD at least acknowledge the real reason that it didn't work out.
also i really would like to know when it suddenly became the norm to marry for money versus to marry for love. like. i feel insane. why is everyone calling materialists 'broke man propaganda'. i fear yall are starting to sound like actual villains. john wasn't just some lazy broke asshole, he was trying to do something he loves, something he's passionate about. can we not all relate to that? have we not all been broke/are broke just trying to get by? do we not deserve love? idk what's going on anymore man. it's "eat the rich" until the rich is hot ig
Today I dreamt that I accidentally sent a fic that I was in the middle of writing to my supervisor (cause these days i'm constantly sending her corrections to my thesis) and she actually wrote back with constructive feedback and highlighting all grammatical and stylistic errors 😭😭
It was so realistic that when I woke up I thought it really happened and what's worse is that it was my first real attempt at writing smut 💀
Summary: You've always had a crush on your neighbor Joel, and once your friend Jordan suggests you ask him to help with a little "problem" of yours, it turns out he had never been such an unattainable dream.
Warnings: basically pwp. smut| big ass unspecified age gap, virginity loss, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, kinda breeding kink and size kink, dirty talk, he talks you through it, Joel calls reader with a bunch of pet names and probably more stuff but i need to go to sleep.
a/n: this is the farthest it can get from original. you've probably read 10 other fics with the same premise but i just wanted to write some sweet and filthy virginity loss sue me
"I can barely get a sentence out around him and you think I'm gonna ask him to have sex!?"
"well yeah" Jordan laughed "It makes sense"
Your friend was looking at you like she'd just suggested getting ice cream, while what had really just come out of her mouth was really, exponentially different.
"you're out of your mind if you think-"
"just shut up" she interrupted, rolling her eyes "It would be a fucking walk in the park"
Your eyes widened exaggeratedly at that.
Did she have any idea about what she was suggesting?
The last time you'd interacted with Joel Miller all he had to do was ask how summer break was going for your face to get as hot as the sun and for you to end up muttering some nonsense and running away.
"He'd never say yes"
Again, Jordan's eyes rolled back.
"Y/n listen I love you but sometimes you can be real fucking dumb," she said, fighting a smile "The guy probably hasn't gotten laid in years!" she huffed a laugh "And with you? With a hot young piece of ass like you!? No guy on the planet would say no"
"You-you're just saying that... and you don't know him"
"I know men"
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You didn't even remember how you'd gotten there, all you knew was that Joel Miller was right in front of you, opening the door to his fucking house.
"Hi"
Your face was already getting warm and your voice was just an inch above unhearable.
"Hi darlin'" he greeted you, smiling with that slow, easy smile that made you want to cry every single time.
How could a human being be so hot?
"Come on in" he nodded behind him "What's goin' on?"
Now here was the problem. You had no plan whatsoever, and this was setting itself up to be a complete shitshow.
"I..."
You weren't even meeting his eyes, you could see him trying to catch a glimpse of your gaze but you couldn't do it- to be quite frank you were already starting to panic... and to regret your decision.
"you want something to drink?"
You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open as your words died on your tongue.
Jesus, he was handsome.
You hadn't gotten the chance to really look at him before, but now there he was in all his glory… huge strong muscles fighting against his shirt and all.
"c'mon, I'll get ya some water"
You didn't miss the smirk on his lips as he caught you ogling his arms.
Definitely not off to a good start.
He handed you a glass of water, and you took it, willing your hands not to shake.
The golden light of the afternoon sun seeped through the curtains of his kitchen windows, illuminating the space with a calmness that completely contrasted with your state.
"boy problems?"
You almost flinched at the sound of his voice.
"gotta beat somebody up?"
He must have thought you were dumb with the way you were staring at him all wide-eyed, not daring to speak a word.
You needed to think of something, preferably right now.
"n-no, nothing like that” you shook your head, forcing a smile.
A beat of silence passed before you decided to take back already what you’d said.
“well actually sorta"
He frowned, shifting his stance from one foot to the other.
He was waiting for you to expand on your words, but the birds chirping on the nearby trees were the only sound in the room.
"you can talk to me doll, I ain't gonna bite"
You could feel your cheeks get hot.
Jesus it's like everything he did was scandalously sexy- every time he spoke with that sweet drawl of his, every pet name he used for you... he could have peeled his clothes off slowly as he gave you a lap dance and the effect on you would be the exact same.
"Well I just..." you started "I've got a... problem"
He looked even more confused.
Were you about to tell him you're pregnant? No that would be impossible, he'd never seen you with any guy around here... but maybe at college.
For some reason, the thought of you with another guy... with a boy... didn't sit right with him.
Actually, he knew the reason, throughout the summer he'd caught himself staring a little too long at you more times than he'd like to admit- it was like all of a sudden you had grown, and the sweet little kid living next to him was now suddenly a gorgeous woman. He didn't really know what to do with that information, with the inappropriate feelings and urgings weighing in his gut every time his gaze fell upon you and you squirmed embarrassed like a shy little thing.
"alright..." he urged you to go on.
"Sarah's not home right?"
His brows drew closer together as he frowned.
Why would you ask that?
"She's at a friend's"
You nodded, suddenly looking more resolute, even if the way your teeth tortured your poor bottom lip was enough of a tell of how nervous you were.
You had decided. Jordan was right. There was no harm in trying, and if it didn't go right you'd just avoid him for the rest of your life.
"I'm a virgin Joel"
You saw his eyes widen before your own words had even registered.
"O-oh"
That's all he could stutter. I mean what was he supposed to say? That seconds before he thought you were about to tell him you were pregnant? That he could not understand how someone as beautiful as you, with the billion contenders he was sure you had, still had not found a single one to have sex with?
"And I... well the thing is that I don't want to be anymore"
He tried to get back to how cool and collected he was before- you were here to talk to him after all, the least he could do was be as helpful as possible.
"right" he cleared his throat "you want some advice on how to navigate this thing?"
The silence and the look on your face told him quite the opposite.
What were you here for then?
"No- I- the thing is that... I was wondering if maybe you'd agree to-" you bit your cheek as you finally spat it out "to be the one to do it"
Joel was sure his heart had stopped.
"babygirl-" The words had barely left your mouth and he was already stopping you.
You felt tears prick your eyes... you knew that tone.
"I'm sorry it was a stupid-"
Goddamn you Jordan.
You were already planning to run out the door when he spoke.
"darlin' I'm pushing forty here"
That's not what you expected him to say. He wasn't disgusted, or amused, or angry...
"yes but-" You tried to speak but he was talking over you again.
"you're twenty... you ain't even old enough to buy a six-pack, I-I- that ain't something you're supposed to do with me"
Joel would have never admitted it, but he was saying those things mostly to himself- to desperately fight the instinct that took over him the moment you explained the reason you were at his house... the instinct to take you up the stairs and fuck you so good no one else would ever compare.
"b-but it's what I want"
You weren't giving up. You didn't know what, but there was something about the way he was going about it that told you there was still a sliver of a chance.
Only there was a lot more than a sliver... and the way you were looking up at him with those desperate doe eyes was upping your chance as you spoke.
"I trust you, Joel," you said "You're the only man that I know that I would trust with this"
He sighed, shaking his head "If your dad found out- Jesus I wouldn't live to see another day darlin'"
Your hand found his chest, strong and solid as rock beneath your palm.
"I won't tell" you murmured, your words verging on pleas "I-I won't tell anyone Joel I promise" you swore, looking up at him as his own eyes bore into yours.
"You're the only one I want to do this with... the only one I trust"
You could see the resolution, the fight, leave his face.
How the hell was he supposed to say no?
Christ, not even a priest would have that amount of self-control.
"fuck sweetheart" he shook his head before looking up, a long breath leaving his throat "You're gonna get me killed"
You didn't even try to hide your excitement.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you asked "Is- is that a yes?"
His eyes- his beautiful, big, hazel eyes were back on you.
"'f course it is"
You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt.
It was really happening.
You were gonna lose your virginity to Joel fucking Miller.
"A-are we gonna do it now?" you asked, almost breathless with joy "I-I mean only if you feel like it of course"
"If I feel like it..." Joel couldn't help but laugh "You really have no idea do ya?"
Your mouth parted in confusion.
Did you say something wrong already?
"About what?"
A beat passed as he stared down at you, almost amused.
"About whatcha do to me, sugar"
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The door to his bedroom closed with a soft click, and all of a sudden, you were the only two people on earth.
His eyes didn't leave you for even a second, and although you felt very much on the spot, you liked his gaze on you.
"If you change your mind at any point darlin'," he said, walking closer to you until his right hand could gently move some hair out of your face "You tell me, and I'll stop, ok?"
"mh-mh" you nodded, although you were more than sure no changing of mind would happen... God, you didn't even know how long you'd dreamed of this.
"Don't gimme that doll, use your words" he corrected you, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek "Later too"
"O-ok, yes, I-I understand"
He smiled, amused.
"there's no need to be nervous sugar, we'll go real slow ok?"
"y-yes"
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"what can I do to make it better?"
You had an immediate answer in mind. The only thing you had been able to think about since he got this close.
"Can... could you kiss me?"
Jesus H. Christ.
Joel had to fight the urge to laugh. He'd drop to his knees and lick every inch of you if you asked, and you were wondering if he could kiss you...
"I can do whatever you want, babydoll" he murmured, as he slowly leaned closer.
You placed your hands on his big strong chest as you raised yourself on your tiptoes, and before you knew it... his lips were on yours.
You were holding your breath as the sound of your beating heart pounded in your ears.
This was really happening- this was real-
But before you had time to take it all in, the sweet feeling of Joel's lips on yours, of his beard, his nose, his hands, it was like something switched, a knob turned in his brain, and Joel wasn't kissing you anymore- no, he was devouring you.
He'd tried to go as soft and slow as he could but the moment you let out a little whimper... it was like he got possessed.
The hand on the back of your neck forced you impossibly closer as the one on your waist tightened enough to bruise, and he was... his tongue was desperately savoring every inch of your perfect mouth, swallowing all your pretty sounds.
His lungs screamed for relief but breathing was the last thing on his mind.
He'd never kissed like this.
Your panties were soaked once he finally pulled away.
He was about to apologize for losing control, but by the way you were looking at him, there was nothing to be sorry about.
"I'm gonna take off your clothes now doll, ok?"
You nodded, your breathing ragged, your cheeks on fire.
With just one kiss, he'd rendered your mind an empty mess. You doubted you could remember your address at the moment.
"What did I say 'bout usin' your words?" He murmured, his thumb tracing the shape of your swollen mouth.
"Sorry," you whimpered weakly.
He wouldn't have heard you if he had been but an inch away.
"Y-yes, you can take my clothes off"
He smiled at that, leaving another soft kiss on your lips before both his hands reached underneath your shirt.
His big, warm hands detoured to caress your sides, leaving shivers in their wake, before he brought your top up until he slid it off.
His eyes fell on your tits, still covered by your bra, and he looked up at you to check if you were alright before oh so slowly undoing the clasp and letting the garment fall to the floor.
He had to stifle the groan climbing up his throat because Jesus, he wanted nothing more than to take each of your perfect fucking nipples in his mouth and suck until begged him for more...
but he didn't, he let his self-control win this time as he reached for the waistband of your shorts.
He watched like a hawk every inch of skin that he uncovered until the shorts pulled at your feet and you stepped out of them together with your sandals.
Your breathing still hadn't gotten back to normal, and every fucking inch of your skin was on fire, burning with the intensity of his gaze.
He didn't say anything as his fingers slid past the waistband of your panties and with a quick movement pulled them down, leaving you completely bare.
Not able to stop himself, he groaned this time, his hands taking a tour of your body from your collarbones, to the valley between your breasts, to your belly, until his thumbs were but an inch from where you were burning with desire for him. But he didn't touch you there, no, his hands reached your waist as he stared at you 'cause god bless his heart, but he couldn't stop looking.
He liked his lips, as if he was hungry- starving- and you let out a small whimper, realizing you had held your breath all this time.
"You're... perfect babygirl"
You prayed he wouldn't judge you when he saw the mess that had become of between your thighs.
He can't say stuff like that and expect me not to melt.
His eyes were finally back on you, and the pure lust in them almost made you gasp.
He looked like a completely different man.
"Sit on the bed"
Your brain took a second too long to register his words.
I mean it's not every day you're naked in front of Joel Miller.
Joel's old mattress creaked as you sat on it, and you stayed there, diligently frozen in your spot as he took his sweet time to come closer.
He wanted to preserve the image of you sitting on his bed, naked, waiting, looking like a damn dream, in his brain for all the lonely nights of the rest of his life.
He stood there, towering over you, looking down at you as you looked up at him, and you felt even smaller.
You were about to speak, to beg him to please do anything, touch you in any way, put you out of your misery, when he crouched down, his eyes now level with yours.
His hands found your thighs and another whimper escaped your chest.
"Spread your legs f'me, doll"
And so you did, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Good girl"
This time, it wasn't a whimper that fled your mouth, but a small little moan.
Fuck
Heat rose to your face again and you looked away, embarrassed.
Of course, you liked to be told you're a good girl.
"None of that" Joel tsked, his right pointer forcing you to look back at him "Eyes on me"
You were so turned on you wanted to cry. But you didn't, you nodded, and just like that... Joel was leaning closer and his mouth... oh god his mouth had found your neck.
You gripped the sheets as your whole body started going on fire- as his mouth left hungry wet kisses under your ear, on your pulse, on your collarbones, on your tits, and when his lips wrapped around your right nipple... when his tongue toyed with your hard bud you swore you saw heaven.
Soft little moans started spilling from your mouth as he sucked and sucked and sucked, his hands going to support your boobs, pushing them together as his mouth went from one to the other again and again until you didn't even remember what it meant to breathe like a normal person.
It felt so good.
Who knew it would feel so fucking good?
Joel only stopped when your nipples were swollen and utterly drenched with his saliva, and you were about to protest when you felt his mouth traveling south...
"Joel" you whispered.
He looked up at you with that sexy fucking smirk on his face, not stopping the trail of kisses down your belly.
"Yes, doll?"
"What are you-" your sentence was interrupted by a gasp when his lips found your mound "W-what are you doing?"
His smirk only widened as his mouth dived lower.
"I'm gonna lick your pussy now darlin'" his low and lustful voice was enough to make you orgasm alone.
You could only blink, and then swallow, and then open your mouth... just for no words to come out.
Joel chuckled before kissing your inner thigh, sending a shock of pleasure to your core.
"'s that ok with ya?"
"Yes," you heard yourself blurt out before you even knew it, which made him laugh, a soft, vibrating laugh that fanned your core and rendered you all the more desperate.
"That's good to hear" he grinned, his mouth lowering until he was kissing your lips... your other lips.
Oh Jesus Christ
You spread your legs wider to accommodate him and he hummed in approval, taking them in his hands and forcing them on his shoulders.
Oh sweet Mother of Christ
He granted himself one look at your perfect, beautiful fucking pussy, before his eyes were back on you, and his tongue darted out without warning and licked your whole core like an ice cream cone.
"Oh"
Your hips spasmed for a second but before you had time to feel embarrassed, his tongue was back in action, only this time he was eating you as if he were starving.
He groaned in pleasure at your taste as his tongue explored every inch of you he could physically reach. His nose was rubbing against your clit and his beard felt so nice against your skin and oh god if you thought you'd seen heaven before you were wrong because the moment his lips wrapped against your bud angels opened up the pearly gates for you.
"Oh my god" you cried, your left hand getting a mind of its own and grabbing Joel's soft hair "Oh my fucking- Oh wow"
This was nothing like what you'd experienced before- nothing your own fingers had ever produced, this was... so so good.
"You taste so fucking sweet sugar" he groaned into you, sending another wave of pleasure through you "y've got such a perfect lil pussy babygirl" he continued in between lapping at your core "wish I could have it for breakfast every day"
You could only moan in response, and you could feel his smile on your skin as he watched the effect he was having on you.
Goddamn, you looked like an angel biting your lip as you moaned for him, your face flushed, your hand in his hair... this was the best decision he ever made- who gave a fuck if your dad put him in the ground, at least he got to see this.
"Gonna come for me doll?" he teased once he heard your cries get louder and your grip on his hair tighten "Gonna let me taste all your sweet juices like a good girl?"
Those words, once again, had their effect because in no time your hips were grinding onto him and breathless gasps were forcing their way out your throat as the best orgasm of your life shuttered through you,
"Just like that" he praised you as you rode the high "thatta girl- give it to me baby"
You were only partially aware of where you found yourself as you came down from the orgasm.
you were breathing heavily, your eyes closed as Joel made his way up your body, his lips pecking every inch of it until he finally kissed your mouth.
"You ok darlin'?"
Your eyes opened at once, the dreamiest look in them,
"I'm great" you grinned, making him smile before he kissed you again, slowly this time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
He only pulled away when you whined, your hands gripping his arms desperately as your body begged for more.
He sat up on the bed against the headboard, and it was then you finally realized he was still fully clothed...
You were naked from head to toe and he was still dressed... you had no idea why but that made you even hornier, which is why you hastily sat up.
"A- are we gonna do it now?"
He huffed out a laugh as his hand invited you closer.
"not quite yet sugar," he cooed as he guided you to sit on his lap, your back against his chest and your ass against... oh wow.
You could very much feel through his jeans the print of what felt like his huge cock right against your backside.
You couldn't help it, you shifted your butt, not so subtly grinding against him, and when his only response was to grab your waist, you couldn't help but do it again... and again, until you not only heard, but felt a groan rise up his chest.
"babygirl..." he murmured against your ear, making you shiver "You might wanna stop that"
You bit your lip, doing it again "Why?"
He inhaled sharply, his grip tightening "'cause baby, if you keep on goin' I'm gonna come, and you ain't gonna get what you came all this way for"
That made you want to stop and keep going at the same time.
The thought of Joel Miller coming because of you doing what you were doing...
"Don't ya even think about it sugar" He anticipated your actions as if he'd read your mind. You felt him smirk as he kissed you right under your ear.
To that you surrendered, stopping your movements at once.
He hummed, satisfied, inhaling your scent as his right hand slowly moved down your belly.
You held your breath as his fingers found your clit and his mouth your neck.
You couldn't see Joel from this position, but you didn't need to, you could feel him.
His ring and middle finger started circling your clit in a slow and precise motion and moans were already spilling from your lips.
"Joel" you breathed.
"'m right here" he promised, his voice husky, clouded by his lust.
His fingers continued their torturous path until he found your hole.
You could only gasp as his fingers dived inside of you.
Oh god.
"You ever done this to yourself doll?" he asked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you lazily.
You could both hear how unbelievably drenched you were, but that was the very last thing on your mind... what seized your attention at the moment were the sparks of pleasure Joel was igniting in your core.
"mh?" he hummed once you didn't answer, still kissing your neck.
"I-I did" you swallowed, your words interrupted by yet another cry when his fingers curled, sending much more than a spark of pleasure to your brain "Like... like twice"
"just twice?" Joel asked
"It just... it doesn't feel good"
His movements continued, making your breathing get more and more uneven.
"How does it feel now?" he accentuated his words by making whatever gesture he made that had your walls tightening around his fingers.
"G-good"
"Now that ain't gonna do" he cooed, his fingers all of a sudden leaving your core.
"B-but-" you were about to protest turning his way, but his voice took over.
"'s alright darlin', gimme your hand"
You looked down to see his hand waiting for yours, and without even thinking you did as he asked.
He placed his palm big palm on top of your hand, engulfing it, and he guided it down your body, past your belly button, until you were right where he was seconds ago.
"use these two fingers" he instructed, showing you the ones he was talking about.
"good, now get 'em all nice and wet" he murmured, guiding them through your slick folds to do just what he'd said.
You were back at your hole and your mind had stopped working.
You were just a doll, following his every instruction, watching closely his hand move yours as your core ached with desire.
"Now slide 'em in" he whispered, his honeyed voice hypnotizing.
And so you did, you pushed your ring and middle finger inside of yourself.
Why was this so fucking hot?
"Now go in and out" his words were your command, literally.
Again, the sound of your slick pussy spread through the room as you did as he asked.
"how's that feel?"
You weren't gonna lie, not to Joel.
"It's... it's ok" you breathed "Not as good as before"
He smirked, his tongue darting out to lick your pulse as his free hand traveled higher, finding your boobs.
Well of course it felt better before his fingers were two times yours.
"curl your fingers" he ordered, his palm caressing your tits "Like this," he said, showing you exactly what he meant.
He did almost like a "come here" motion, and although skeptically, you replicated it, and well... Joel Miller knew what the fuck he was talking about cause goddamn...
You cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure.
"Again"
And so you did it again, only this time, Joel's fingers had found your left nipple, and the way they toyed with it just as you fingered yourself made the feeling triplicate.
"Keep doin' that babydoll" Joel breathed, his mouth leaving hot, wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as his fingers tweaked your pretty nipples.
"just like that" he hummed as you cried out louder and louder, as you squirmed above him, your free hand gripping his thigh to have something to hold on to.
"that's it... look so pretty like this sugar" he continued "making yourself come like a good girl..."
Jesus his cock was begging for attention... this was the hottest fucking shit he'd ever seen.
Your legs were starting to close as your orgasm approached, and your voice, calling out Joel's name, was getting more and more desperate.
"so good" he groaned, his fingers pinching your nipple without warning "Y'look so perfect when you come babygirl".
That's the last thing you heard as a tsunami of pleasure overtook your whole body.
You were pretty sure you were shaking and wailing like a madwoman, but all you could really be sure of was what happened once you finally reopened your eyes.
You felt so very spent and you hadn't even done what you came here for yet.
Joel's eyes were boring into yours, his hands caressing your sides.
"Still with me?" he asked.
"Yeah," you smiled wide once again.
You felt like you were lying on a cloud, no thoughts or worries going through your head... just pure bliss.
"You still sure about this sugar?"
You had no hesitation.
"Yeah"
He smiled, kissing your lips for a brief second before leaning away.
The moment you realized he was finally taking off his clothes you were wide awake.
You sat up just as he discarded his shirt to the floor.
Je-sus.
This wasn't the first time you'd seen Joel shirtless. It wasn't a coincidence you chose to sunbathe every time he was mowing the lawn...
Yet, the breath was still knocked out of you.
He was broad, like seriously so. He was big and although you couldn't say he had a six-pack it was plain obvious the man was strong.
You didn't think it was possible, but you were getting even wetter.
You wanted nothing more than to let your palm caress his chest, the sparse hair on his pecs, the v lowering towards his pants...
Speaking of which, a gasp fled your throat the moment he took off his jeans, and by the time his boxers were off your mouth hung open in awe... and worry.
"you're..." you had to swallow to try and get some water to your dry mouth "Joel you're-- huge"
You weren't looking at him as he laughed, but at the big scary cock against his stomach bobbing with the movement.
"how would ya know, babygirl?"
You had to force yourself to look away from his manhood, and once you did, you found his gaze again.
"I... I've watched... stuff"
A side of his mouth twitched mischievously at the confession.
"Oh yeah?" he teased "My good little girl watches porn? 's that whatcha telling me?"
Why was it hot in here all of a sudden?
"N-No I just..." heat rushed to your face as you bit your lip "I-I mean-"
He laughed, cutting you off "'s ok sugar, I won't tell"
You could only offer him a little smile because to be honest, your focus was still on the reason you'd even broached the subject.
Your eyes were back on his dick, and while yes it was a worrying size, it also sparked curiosity and need deep inside of you. Which is why you moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed so that his cock was right before you.
And holy mother of God.
"Can I..."
You didn't even need to finish the sentence.
Jesus, if he were to be honest even just seeing you in this position was getting him close to coming.
"You can do whatever you want babydoll, I told ya"
You nodded, hesitantly leaning a little closer.
"I-I've never..."
"As long as my dick is in your mouth I'll be a happy man darlin'"
You gulped, biting your lip as you tried to understand where to even begin, and just then, a tiny bit of precum leaked from his manhood- so naturally, you acted on your first thought... and licked his head, tasting the tang of him.
You heard him inhale sharply as you continued licking, first just his head, then the sides, every ridge and vein... but it was only when you finally wrapped your lips around him that he lost it.
"Fuck"
He groaned like an animal and that only gave you all the more reasons to go further, forcing his dick into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.
"Fucking- Jesus Christ"
You looked up at him now, your hands finding his legs as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking so very well every inch you could fit... which was barely half.
He'd gathered your hair to the back of your head, but he wasn't guiding your movements, it was all you.
"Babydoll" he rasped, "I think that's enough"
But you didn't wanna stop. This was so hot... feeling him in your mouth, hearing him moan for you...
"Baby" he grunted "I ain't gonna be able to fuck you if I come down your throat"
Those crude words brought you back to reality... and made you even hornier.
You pulled away from his dick, letting it slap back against Joel's stomach.
"Lay down f'me"
You did, without question.
He stifled a groan at the sight, at the fucking image displayed before him once you obeyed his command and spread your legs.
Fuck.
He looked at your eyes, watching for any sign of doubt, of a second thought... but he found none.
It was then he finally took his cock in his hand, giving it a much-needed pump and making you swallow drily.
He was silent as he guided his tip to your folds, making it slide between them and catching on your clit... but you weren't.
You were letting out all sorts of little cries and whimpers and moans as he toyed with you.
But you too, fell silent once you felt him stop at your entrance.
"Mh-" you were starting to hum, biting down your lip as he began pushing inside when he suddenly stopped.
"Fuck- forgot the condom"
You blinked, trying to make sense of what had happened as he reached into his night table.
"Joel" you called for him, making him turn around, condom in hand.
"'m sorry darlin', should've remembered sooner"
But that's not what you wanted to say.
"Joel can we..." you gulped "can we not-- use it?"
He frowned as his dick damn near exploded.
You wanted him to fuck you raw?
"Jesus sweetheart you tryna kill me today or somethin'?"
You smiled, your hands fidgeting.
"N-no I just... this is my first time... I- I wanted to feel it, y'know?" you murmured "A-and I'm clean and if you... if you use it with all the other women then you must be clean too, so..."
Joel had the urge to laugh.
"That ain't what 'm worried about, pretty doll"
It was one thing your dad finding out he'd fucked you... a different thing if he'd fucking got you pregnant.
Your mouth formed an o shape as you remembered.
"O-Oh no, I-I'm on the pill"
I shouldn't do this.
There's still a risk.
I'm old enough to be her father I shouldn't be doing this for countless different reasons.
I shouldn't.
I really fucking shouldn't.
And yet Joel had already gotten rid of the condom and had made his way on top of you.
You smiled before he kissed you, taking away all the oxygen from your lungs.
"I need you to relax now sugar" he murmured, his hand guiding his dick to your entrance once again.
"O-ok" you nodded, feeling the very tip of him push inside you.
"Just like that" he praised, kissing you again "Doing so well f'me"
It burned.
The stretch got more and more demanding as he tried to push himself deeper into you.
"Ah!" you gasped, your hands gripping his biceps as he kissed your neck.
"I know baby, I know"
"I-it's big" you cried, planting your feet on the mattress to try and ground you.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, looking you in the eyes, although yours were shut close.
"N-no" you shook your head "I just... " you hissed from the pain as he slid in an inch further.
"You can do it babygirl" he whispered, still planting kisses everywhere he could reach.
"B-but it's too big" you whimpered desperately as he still kept going. It felt interminable.
"Don't ya worry 'bout it honey" he said, moving some hair out of your face "I'm gonna make it fit"
That got him the first little moan of pleasure, which coincided with you letting him get an inch deeper.
"Yeah you like that?" he cooed "You like the idea of me filling you up with my cock to the very brim?"
You moaned again, louder.
"I know you do sugar." one of his hands had traveled between your bodies to find your clit, making you cry out even louder "Want nothing more than to be full of me, do ya?"
"'s ok sweetie, we're almost there" he promised, his breath sending shivers up your spine "You're taking me so well... letting me stretch this perfect little pussy for the very first time..."
It still burned, but the worst was done, and his words were making you forget half the pain.
"such a good girl" he cooed "There we go, like that, lemme in babygirl... fuck"
You'd done it.
"Oh my god" you gasped.
You felt utterly and completely full, like your body had been missing a part of it all this time.
"Joel" you cried, your grip on his arms tightening.
"You ok sugar?" he asked, although you could hear the restraint in his voice.
"Yes" you breathed opening your eyes to look at him "Yes please do- do something"
He smirked as he gave you a quick kiss.
"I'm gonna start moving now, ok?"
You nodded hastily "Y-yes- please".
And so what could he do, if not exactly what you'd asked?
He retracted his hips just to thrust in again, and... wow.
"O-Oh my god" you cried, as he did it again, finding a slow and oh so very deep pace.
He was rolling his hips, grinding against your pelvis every time he trusted in, making fireworks explode in your body.
"Fuck, doll" he groaned, his pace quickening "Y'feel so good... so tight for me"
You could only moan at his words, your legs wrapping around him.
"it's like you were made for my cock" he said, staring at you although your eyes were closed.
He didn't want to miss even a second of this.
"To let me fuck you like you need" he hissed, having to refrain himself from coming too soon.
That had been a danger since the very first inch of him had entered you.
You just felt so fucking good.
"You're such a good girl baby, y've got no idea" he groaned, kissing and licking your neck "Taking me so well"
"J-Joel!" you basically screamed once the fingers on your clit resumed their work.
"I know baby" he cooed, continuing to fuck you thoroughly "I know it's a lot, but you can take it"
The sound of your skin slapping with his bounced off the walls with each thrust together with the creaks of the mattress.
"I-I- Joel" you kept on crying, your breathing getting more and more ragged as your belly tightened expecting the approaching orgasm.
"what is it darlin'?" he purred, "need me to fuck you harder, softer?" he murmured "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to ya baby"
"M-more"
He could only smirk as he picked up his pace, now slamming into you harder, feeling your walls tighten with each thrust.
"Oh god- O-Oh shit--"
"C'mon doll," Joel groaned as your nails dug into his skin "Be a good girl and come for me- let me feel you come around my cock"
He didn't even need to ask.
"like that" he rasped as your eyes shut tight and you cried as loud as your vocal chord permitted "Just like that- good fucking girl"
Each molecule of your body rearranged itself as the orgasm overtook your body, mind, and soul.
You were sure you had ascended to another universe, the only thing that grounded you was Joel's words as he reached his own peak.
"Fuck doll, 'm gonna come" he grunted " 'm gonna fill you up babygirl- like that- take it sugar-- take it all"
It took a long while for you to gain back consciousness, and when you did, you found yourself lying under Joel's blanket, his hand gently drawing patterns on your arm as he... he was watching you.
"There she is"
You could only find it in yourself to smile as you leaned closer to him, leaving a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
As someone who likes being alone all the time usually, you know shit is getting bad when feeling alone starts to actually hurt you for once and you just want someone to hold you and be there.
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