This is rushed af sorry. there will be a part 2 to this in future ;)))) strippers and sex workers have me in a chokehold (I am one of you)
dilf neighbour Joel x glamour model reader.
WARNINGS MDNI: age gap 24&36. Sarah exists and I aged her down for the plot. Alcohol, P in V sex. Male masturbation.
WORD COUNT: 6.8k
Requests are open I am just bad at doing them soooooorry
Joel thinks hes losing it from getting older.
He always wondered how a girl of your age could afford a place like the house next to his, not only afford but why would you want to move there? He thought about how you never seemed to go anywhere. No leaving for work early in the morning to pay the bills. He sees you come home with piles of shopping bags crammed into the back of a sleek sporty looking car every couple of weeks. You always throw him a wave with perfectly painted nails whenever you see him, always have time on your hands to do whatever it is you get up to. He looks down to what Tommy dropped off this morning and things start to make sense.
He can remember the day you moved in.
He hears the sports car, blaring a girly pop song, breaking the peace and quiet of the cul de sac he called home before he sees it. He can hear muffled laughter and conversation and he can only assume the vacant house next door has been bought. His suspicions are proved right as he leaves the garage to see what all the commotion is about.
Boxes and boxes are being lifted into the humble property by movers from out the back of a truck. It’s only a beat later when he first sees you. Joel wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve this. Even from a distance it does nothing to dilute your beauty, even the movers are captivated by you and it makes Joel let out a chuckle. You carry a box into what is now your house and Joel lets out a deep breath to compose himself. The attempt to compose himself doesn’t last long before he hears someone yell.
“Hi!” He looks up on instinct and you’re looking right at him from the porch of your house, your hand is up waving excitedly at him. He hesitates but waves back with a small smile thinking this would be the end of the interaction. You start walking-sauntering over to him in a pair of heels, Joel wonders what type of person would wear heels to move into a house but he’s secretly happy you decided to. “Sorry about the noise- did we bother you?” You half laugh at him coming to stand at the end of his front lawn.
“Not at all” he shrugs off playing it cool and walking down to meet you up close. You look even better face to face, even if he tried his hardest he wouldn’t be able to find a flaw on your face. He realises he should introduce himself but you’re staring directly in his eyes and he loses his train of thought. His eye line falters for just a second to take a peek at your cleavage poking out of your tank top.
”‘M Joel” he extends his hand and you accept it and tell him your name in a sweet tone. It plays on a loop in his head and the pillow soft touch of your hand makes his neck burn.
“Anything I should know about this place?” You turn half way to point to your house. “No bloody murders or anything someone failed to mention” you giggle.
“They didn’t tell you?” Joel’s tone makes you stop giggling.
“No?”
“ ‘m kidding- bad joke I’m sorry” He laughs.
“Asshole” And you’re back to giggling, hitting his arm in a playful way.
“No bloody murders I’m afraid”
“I bought a bat to keep next to my bed anyway”
“Smart girl”
“ I’ve never lived alone so it seemed logical” Joel didn’t hear anything after alone.
“Alone?”
“Alone” You state proudly.
“Well- congratulations” He smiles.
“Thank you Joel” A finger comes up to twirl some of your hair. “You live alone?”
“Me? No my daughter Sarah lives with me and my brother is here so much he might as well live here” It makes you chuckle.
“How old is Sarah?”
“She’ll be nine in a few months-but I don’t like to think about it - makes me feel old” His laugh is nervous now.
“Well you don’t look it” It could come off as flirting but Joel doesn’t get his hopes up. He doesn’t even know how old you are.
“I appreciate it but tell that to my knees”
“I’ll be sure to let them know” Joel doesn’t want to think of you at knee height. “I should probably get back to actually moving in- it was nice to meet you Joel” You smile sweetly.
“Likewise- you need anything don’t hesitate to ask- we’re real friendly around these parts”
“I’ll keep it in mind thanks”
He watches you walk back and his gaze drops to the tiny shorts you’ve decided on wearing today. He realises he’s in for a long ride and decides he was a bad man in a past life to be sent such a curse.
The memory sends a small smile to Joel’s face, he thinks of all the signs he missed in such a small interaction. He ponders on all the signs he missed.
It’s a few days until Joel sees you again after your initial introduction.
“Joel!” He turns and you’re in a leopard print robe and a pair of slippers. Your hair is in perfectly placed rollers and Joel still thinks you’re one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. You wave at him from your mailbox and he waves back at you in a neighbourly way.
“I got my first piece of mail!” Joel wonders if you get excited over everything or is the mail just an exception. “Oh! Never mind they messed it up- it’s for you” You cross the threshold once again and he meets you halfway this time. “Joel Miller” You hand the envelope to him with a small pout.
“Sad about the no mail?” You look up at him. “you’ll get some” he laughs.
You’re about to speak when a voice comes from behind the both of you.
“Dad are you ready?” And a mop of bouncing curls comes bounding down the driveway.
“You must be Sarah!” You bend down a little bit to introduce yourself to Joel’s daughter but it gives Joel a perfect view down your robe. He wants the ground to swallow him up and he’s only broken out of the thoughts in his head by his daughter’s laughter. You’re giggling along with her, and playing with her hair. “What a beautiful girl” you coo.
“Doesn’t get it from me” He stares longingly at Sarah, he’s looking anywhere but at you.
“She doesn’t?” Joel’s neck almost snaps from his daughter to you.
“Joel c’mon man what you doin’ out here?” A fourth voice comes from behind you for the second time.
“Your brother?”
“Unfortunately”
“What do we have here?” The second Miller brother joins the party at the end of the driveway. “Where has my brother been hiding you?”
“Tommy” Joel scolds him. You giggle nonetheless.
“Tommy Miller-the better looking brother” he holds out his hand and when your hand reaches his he brings it up to kiss the back of your hand.
“Gross” Sarah grumbles.
“It’s nice to meet you- Joel told me about you- I live next door” The hand Tommy had kissed is now pointing to the house next door.
“With your boyfriend?”
“Tommy stop” Joel scolds for the second time.
“Nope- no boyfriend-just me”
“That’s great news” And of course you just giggle.
“We’re gonna be late uncle Tommy” Sarah complains in a sing song tone.
“She’s right- pack it up”
“I’ll see you in my dreams sweetheart” Tommy speaks before lighting up a cigarette and heading to the truck parked in Joel’s drive.
“Sorry ‘bout him-reckon he was dropped as a baby”
“Don’t worry about it- I get it all the time” You think aloud. “Sorry that was-“
“‘M sure you do” Joel is playing with fire now.
You don’t reply, just meeting Joel’s eye with a playful glint in yours.
“Dad” Sarah breaks the trance both of you were in.
“I gotta go” He says reluctantly.
“Yes. Sorry for keeping you all” You breathe out “It was lovely to meet you Sarah”
“It was nice to meet you too” The girl walks off with a wave, clambering into her uncle’s truck.
“So polite”
“Doesn’t ge-“
“Doesn’t get it from you- I beg to differ Joel” You laugh walking away from the man and heading back home with a wave over your shoulder.
When Joel gets in the truck he knows Tommy is itching to say something.
“Not a word”
It was one of the first signs that you probably didn’t have a regular 9-5. Everyone leaving for work and school and you were lounging around in a robe and rollers yet Joel was none the wiser. He suddenly thinks of how clueless he had really been.
The knock at the door is unusual for a Sunday afternoon but Joel is pleasantly surprised to see you at his door.
“Hi sorry -am I bothering you?” You ask sheepishly.
“Hi- no of course not. Everything okay?”
“Yeah well I’m having some troubles with my closet door-“
“You want me to take a look?” In the few months you had lived there your neighbour relationship had never passed the doors of either of your houses.
“Do you mind?” You pout and if Joel was a shittier man he would have kissed the pout away.
“Not at all- lemme grab a few tools” You let out an excited squeal and skip back to your home.
Before he’s over the doorframe you’re offering him a cold drink and food or anything to seem like a good hostess. He declines with a laugh and you lead him to the problem door. It’s in your bedroom, of course it is. The room smells like vanilla and the sheets on your bed are silk leopard print. The carpet is soft and there’s proof you exist everywhere. The bat you mentioned the first time you met sits proudly next to your nightstand, a random article of clothing strewn here, a picture of you with other people there, CDs of people Joel has never even heard of next to a bright pink stereo. But the elephant in the room is the pole.
“Didn’t have you down as a firefighter” He tried to joke but you look at him cluelessly. He nods his head to the pole in the middle of the room.
“Oh!” You laugh.
“No Dalmatian runnin’ around is there?”
“He’s at the station I’m afraid” You joke and he watches you laugh, lightly doing to same.
“So the door” He moves on from the pole, his head becoming increasingly full of images of you twirling around it in those heels you're always wearing.
“Yes! The door”
You show him the issue and he says it shouldn’t take long, he opens the door to your closet and he wished he never agreed to come over here. There’s lace and frills burning into his eyes. He plays it cool but it’s extremely hard when your underwear and clothes- if that’s what we’re calling them are staring right at him. They all look like off cuts of real clothes and all that’s coming to mind is you wearing nothing but the scraps of fabric. He shakes it off and gets to work, he was expecting you to go about your day but you stay and make conversation with him.
“Have you lived here your whole life?”
“Yeah I grew up not too far from here- got the house when Sarah was born” He hopes you don’t pry too much on those days of his life. “How come you moved out here?”
“The convenience- close enough to the city but far away enough to have a sense of normality” You snort.
“But you’re not from here? Texas I mean”
“No sir” Joel’s cock stirs in his pants.
“I can tell”
“How so?”
“Accent -or lack thereof”
“It’s a bummer- I love your accent”
“You do?”
“Yeah it’s all no ma’am and yes ma’am- they were right about southern hospitality by the way” You’re giggling.
“Like to think I’m living proof” He gestures to the door he’s fixing.
“I appreciate it very much Joel” he looks up from his knees and you’re leaning on the wall beside him. The angle makes his cock stir once again.
“Glad to help” he faces back to his work. “I know you’re not meant to ask a lady her age but how old are you? Big house like this on your own- forgive me for being curious” Joel’s million dollar question, the one that’s being on the forefront of his mind since he met you. Please say thirty six he thinks.
“I’m twenty four” You just laugh. “Curiosity killed the cat don’t you know” Twelve years, could Joel live with that? Usually no, but for you he think he could make an exception.
“Yeah but satisfaction bought it back”
“Well are you satisfied?” He pauses for a second really thinking about his answer but you save him the hassle. “How old are you?”
“Thirty six”
“Really?”
“You sound shocked”
“You look a lot younger- told you that when I first met you” He finds it endearing you remember your first conversation.
“You did- nice to know you weren’t just buttering me up”
“Me? Never” You gasp sarcastically. “I tried but you won’t accept my food or drinks”
“Well I’m about done here- you got any beer?”
“Joel I’m a girl living alone I don’t have beer” He laughs at that. “Wine cooler maybe?”
“I’ll take it” Joel would have taken anything you gave him just to sit and have a drink with you. He knew he should feel perverted and dirty but the more he gets to know you the more he likes being in your company, you good looks were only an added bonus.
He cleans up the mess he made and says a silent goodbye to all your lacy garments-debating on pocketing one-he meets you downstairs and you hand him a cherry flavoured wine cooler.
"Porch?" You ask and he nods and follows you out to the pink porch swing. You sit and he's hesitant to sit but you pat the spot next to you and he does. "Does this count as payment?" You joke.
"You don't have to pay me"
"I'm trying out my southern hospitality" You pout, again. Every time you do it Joel's resolve crumbles a little bit more.
"Well I'd say you've got it- every job always ends in a drink"
"Lot of lonely housewives down here-sure it doesn't end in something more" Joel knows you're joking he's adamant about it but for the third time his cock stirs in his pants imagining you looking up at him thanking him for his hard work. He just laughs awkwardly and if you could tell you don't say anything.
The pole should have been a tell tale sign, he looks down at the magazine Tommy had dropped by his house in the morning. The magazine had been calling out to him from under his mattress since he got home from work. He flicks through it once more solidifying what he'd seen from the first glimpse Tommy had showed him. You had babysat his child, his sweet innocent daughter. Did Sarah see something she shouldn't have? Joel feels awful second guessing your character but he is a dad first and a pathetic touch starved man second.
Friday night and Joel is bailing his brother out yet again. 'I'll be here all weekend if you don't' Tommy was right and being the loving brother he was he went to bail him out. The only problem was Sarah and the only option he had was you. It's far too late to wake up the Adlers and your lights are still on. So here he is knocking on your door with Sarah in tow.
"Joel is everything okay?" You ask concerned. Still beautiful he thinks even at this hour of the night. Your makeup is done and Joel hopes you don't have plans.
"I have to go bail Tommy out otherwise he'll be in the can all weekend- would you mind watching Sarah for an hour? Only if you're not busy"
"Of course! I'm not busy at all- I would love to" You're excited which usually would be a good sign if it were anyone else but Joel has come to understand you're excited about everything.
"You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure-go get Tommy" More giggles. Sarah rubs her eyes from beside Joel and he bends down to speak to her.
"I'll be back in a hour- you do exactly as she says and be good" He kisses her head. "She's pretty tired- probably crash out on your couch"
"Perfectly fine with me" You smile sweetly.
"An hour tops" He smiles walking back to his truck.
You lead Sarah into the house and get a blanket for her. Joel was right she passed right out on your couch.
An hour and twelve minutes later there's another knock.
"You're twelve minutes late" You speak with faux anger.
"You timin' me?" Joel smirks
"I believe you said it was an hour tops" you laugh.
"What do I owe you for the twelve minutes?"
"A wine cooler"
"That can be arranged" He chuckles.
"She's on my couch passed out-I will let you carry her home" He passes by you with a laugh, missing your conversation with his younger brother.
"Hi Tommy!" You call out the other brother leaving the truck.
"Hi sweetheart- you look better every time I see you" He comes up the driveway with a smirk.
"What's the charge?"
"Defending a woman's honour sweetheart" You laugh at him. "I'd do the same for you all you gotta do is ask"
"But you're a criminal" You gasp jokingly.
"Not your type?" You shake your head with a grin. "What is your type?"
Your living room is pink and Joel's daughter is passed out under a fuzzy leopard print blanket. He starts to notice a pattern, pink and leopard print, leopard print and pink. He scoops Sarah up in the blanket, swearing to himself he will return it and heads back out to you. He sees you and Tommy in conversation and shakes his head slightly.
"He botherin' you?"
"No more than usual" You stick your tongue out at Tommy.
"You've caused enough trouble for one night- house, now"
"'til we meet again sweetheart" He saunters down the path with a slight wobble in his step from the alcohol he'd ingested earlier.
"Sorry about him and thank you for watching her"
"It's fine and I enjoyed it-gets lonely sometimes in this house with just me" Joel really tries to not read into it. "Oh god I sound like one of those lonely housewives!" You cover your face in embarrassment.
"Not at all- sometimes when Sarah is at a sleepover and Tommy is in jail- I feel it too"
"You do?"
"I do"
"So we're both lonely housewives then" And you're back to giggling.
" I guess we are" He laughs, a genuine laugh. All the stress he'd been put under tonight, bailing his brother out and scrambling for a babysitter, it had vanished the minute he'd started talking to you. "Thank you again- I'll return the blanket to you I swear" He speaks walking down the drive.
"Keep it- I have tons"
The next morning when you go to check the mail there's four cherry wine coolers in your mailbox.
Joel liked you before the magazine, looking back he liked you the minute he laid his eyes on you. He didn't care he was twelve years your senior. If anything what he had discovered had only solidified his want for you. You were sweet to him and not only him you extended your care to his daughter and even Tommy despite his forward nature. You flourished in the community and helped other neighbours when they asked. You never bought trouble to the street. Yet you were always the sweetest on Joel, was he reaching? Maybe. Did other people notice? Sometimes. Words from Tommy meant nothing he would think a brick wall was flirting, but when people like the Adlers started to notice then he knew he wasn't crazy. Should he have kissed you? Who knows?
It's a wine cooler night, Joel and you fall into a routine of sitting on your porch drinking cherry wine coolers a couple nights a month. He tells stories from his childhood of him and Tommy and others from when Sarah was a lot younger. He talks and you listen, interjecting when you need to. He would say you were friends now, you've gone past the stages of being neighbourly.
The drinks were 'payment' for a job and neither of you care to remember who was paying who.
"So they were all half inch too short?"
"Yeah can you believe it"
"Tommy did that? Then yes I can" You snort out. You fall into comfortable silence until Joel breaks it.
"What do you do- for work I mean?"
"Just stuff here and there- modelling mostly" You shrug. He's not shocked, with a face like yours he wouldn't expect anything less.
"I can see that" He speaks before thinking.
"You think I'm pretty Joel?" You smirk.
"I didn't mean it like-"
"It's fine I think you're pretty"
"You do?"
"Of course I do" You say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well I do think you're pretty" He avoids eye contact, choosing to look at the sun setting on the cul de sac instead of you.
"How pretty?" You press.
He looks at you confused and you sit with a smug smile. He thinks on the question, and then looks down at your long legs resting in front of you with a pair of kitten heels on your feet.His gaze travel up to your chest where your lacy bra is just peeking out over your tank top and then finally he settles on your face. After all the time he's spent in your company he still hasn't been able to find a single flaw and even the textbook flaws like pimples, he thinks they only add to your beauty. He thinks about your personality and how you can captivate and make him feel like he's the most important person on earth with just a few words. You always listen and you always remember things about him and about Sarah. Details he thinks are insignificant, you remember and bring it up in conversation a month later. You're a catch, the full package and perverted thoughts be damned. You're still watching him and if you listened hard enough you might be able to hear the voice in his brain say 'fuck it'.
He leans in and uses his hand to hold the back of your head so he can slot his lips over yours. You kiss him back immediately and he almost lets out a whimper. You're so soft and you taste of cherries. You both kiss like your lives depend on it. It turns from sweet to sloppy and hungry. You moan into him and bring your hand up to rest on the forearm of the hand holding your head. Joel breaks away first but keeps his hand behind your head.
"'M sorry" He whispers
"Please dont apologise" You whisper through a chuckle.
"I'm too old to be kissing like a teenager" He chuckles
"I thought it was hot" He presses a sweet kiss to your lips and lets you out of his hold."I should probably head to bed" You say looking at the gap where the sun was.
"Me too" Joel speaks.
"Can I have a kiss goodnight?" You ask like butter wouldn't melt as if you weren't moaning into his mouth a few moments before. Joel stands up and turns to face you bracing his hands on the swing either side of your head. He leans down and presses his lips to yours once again. You crane your head up to somehow get closer to him. He breaks away and rest his forehead against yours, both of you giggling.
"Goodnight Joel"
"Goodnight darlin'"
The second Joel crosses over into his bedroom, the door is locked, his shirt is off and his trousers are down just enough to release himself. His boxers are down in record time and his hand is wrapped around himself pumping his hard shaft that had been begging for attention the minute he sat down on your porch swing. Your moans are playing on a loop in his head as he sucks breaths in through gritted teeth. His hand works overtime and he feels like a teenager again jerking off to a mere kiss. His release comes in a flash and he's spilling all over his stomach.
That was yesterday and this morning is when Tommy dropped the bomb. He didn't mean to look. He can clear his conscience for the first peek but anything after that was all him.
"Joel!" Tommy shouts out from the bottoms of the stairs. "You decent?"
"Yeah-" He doesn't get to ask questions before he hears his brother bounding up the stairs.
"You're not gonna believe this"
"Believe what?"
"Picked up a little dirty mag- you know"
"Tommy"
"Well last night I was flicking through it and I saw someone who looked very familiar"
"Who?"
"Don't freak out-"
"Who Tommy? The younger brother pulls a magazine from behind his back and flicks it open to a page.
"Your fuckin' smoking hot neighbour man" Tommy's not lying, there you are in all your glory. You look perfect is all Joel can think.
"Put that away"
Tommy complies throwing it on the bed behind Joel.
"I didn't mean there"
"She's sweet on you Joel, you deserve it god knows what she sees in you" Tommy teases walking off. Joel shoves the magazine under his mattress and follows suit after his brother.
He's alone and that feeling seeps in through the cracks, Sarah's at a sleepover and Tommy is god knows where. Your lights are on. The magazine burns a hole through his mattress and calls his name through the emptiness of the house. One time he will look one time.
The first photo you're in lingerie. The next few you've taken the bra off. The last couple you're fully bare And the very last one you’re posed on a pole taunting him. Joel felt guilty before now he feels like a criminal. Throughout all the emotions he's sporting a raging hard on. The most perfect woman he's seen laid bare for him even if it was on a cut down tree. He shuts the pages putting it back under his bed. One cold shower later and more temptation he's looking again. He goes and has something to eat and then looks again.
He just sits and stares at the photos, unsure of what to do with the information, he peeks out his bedroom window to see your lights are still on. All the reminiscing and the signs were all there. The stripper pole, the shopping, the lacy garments, the sports car, the never leaving for work in the morning. You didn't have a regular job, you had money to spend on a house and all the stuff in the shopping bags because your job paid well evidently. The stripper pole might have just been for fun. He looks down at the page once more and then to your still illuminated lights. His brain says 'fuck it' once more and a few minutes later he's knocking on your door.
"To what do I owe the pleasure" you ask half seductively half joking.
"I saw you in a magazine" He blurts out.
"Didn't have you down a dirty mag kinda guy Joel" You laugh.
"You're not mad?"
"Every magazine that's bought I make some money-so no" You shrug.
"I didn't buy it"
"A dirty mag enjoyer and a thief!" You giggle.
"I didn't steal it- Tommy boughtand he showed it to me" He reasons.
"You've redeemed yourself"
"Model huh?" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I didn't lie"
"'M not saying you did" He defends himself.
"Did you at least like the pictures?"
"Like them? I've been staring at them since I got home" You both laugh at his words. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful" He confesses.
"Thank you Joel"
"Am I a pervert?" He asks in a playful manner but there is desperation under the surface.
"Of course not"
"I feel like one- twelve years younger than me and I'm jackin' off like a kid"
"Jacking off?" You muse.
"Yeah"
"I could've helped" His head snaps up to look at you.
"You can't just say things like that"
"Why not?"
"Because it's really hard for me to resist all the urges I have right now" Joel reasons.
"Why do you have to resist? We're both adults here"
"Wanted to take you on a date-treat ya like a lady" His accent gets thicker when he's frustrated.
"We can do that after maybe?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
It's all the confirmation he's needs before he's surging towards you, hands on your hips and lips pressed to yours in an immediately hungry kiss. He kicks the door shut behind him and leads you back to your stairs.
"Jump" he muffles out against your lips. You follow his orders and his hands rest underneath your thighs. The leopard silk robe had come back to haunt him and he's dying to find out what you have on underneath it. He carries you up the stairs, despite his weathered knees.
"Should I have that conversation with your knees now" He feels you giggle into his neck. "They're not doing too bad- I think you're a liar" You tease.
He laughs with you and kick open the door to your room. The pole in all its glory greets him and he fights the smirk.
"You do any tricks on that thing?" He says sitting you down on the bed.
"You gotta pocket full of ones?"
" 'fraid not" He pouts.
"Then no I can't-although I do them for people after they take me on a date"
"Incentive I like it" he smirks kicking off his boots. He sits down next to you and picks you up like a rag doll so you're straddling his lap. "I've been thinking 'bout this since I laid my eyes on you"
"I've been thinking the same Joel" One of your hands comes to play with the hair in the nape of his neck. He kisses your lips sweetly and moves his hands to the tie on your robe. He lets it fall open and he clenches his jaw to stop it from falling open.
"What did I do to deserve this huh?" He doesn't know where to look first. He was expecting some racy two piece but you're completely bare.
"Better than the photos?"
"They don't even compare" He growls picking you up and throwing you on the bed behind him. It no shock you're a fit of giggles. He pulls his shirt over his head and comes to crawl over you, he hasn't touched you yet and it's because he doesn't know where to start.
"Will you please touch me?" You ask when his face reaches yours.
"Where?" He teases.
"You know where"
"Not if you don't tell me" You huff out a breath.
"Please will you touch my pussy Joel" you bring your face up to whisper in his ear. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine.
"With what?"
"Your mouth please" It comes out so sweet Joel is confused as to how your teeth haven't rotted. He kisses down your neck and then your sternum and then your stomach until he comes to rest just above where you need him. You start to squirm and he grabs your thighs parting them so he can take a look at his meal.
"Looks good enough to eat baby"
"Please do" You whine.
He doesn't make you wait any longer, he dives straight in like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and the sound makes Joel groan into you. He ruts his hips against your soft bed as he places his tongue flat against your clit. He licks and sucks and speaks in broken mumbles. You can make out a few 'so goods' and curses from over your moans and whimpers.
He nearly passes out when a hand reaches into his hair and scrapes his scalp. He moans loudly against you and the vibrations make your legs shake with pleasure.
"Please don't stop Joel" You whine.
He leans back yet he doesn't take his eyes off of your dripping core.
"Stop? Pretty girl I don't ever want to leave this spot"
You both giggle and you lean up on your elbows to take a look at the man. He looks a wreck, face glistening with your arousal and his hair messy from your hands tugging on it. He leans back down with his big brown eyes still burning right into yours.
"So wet baby- and messy" His breath is ragged as he speaks.
"You like it?"
His gaze snaps up to find yours as he licks his lips.
"Best pussy I've ever tasted baby" He smirks.
He dives back in with one goal in mind- making his smoking hot neighbour come on his tongue. You're a panting and mewling mess from Joel's ministrations and it only spurs him on. He licks, sucks and bites like a mad man until your grasp on his hair grows tighter and your thighs start to spasm around his head.
"Joel!" You cry out, back arched off of the sheets and the hand that wasn't in his hair was grasping onto them for dear life.
"C'mon baby- want it all over my face"
"Please I'm gonna-" you gasp, your hands borderline scalping Joel "'m gonna come" you whimper.
Joel already knew, sucking on your abused clit until he tipped you over the edge. Your vision goes white and all the nerves in your body are flooded with pleasure. Joel groans out as if he was having an orgasm too but just the fact he got to eat your sloppy little pussy until you came is all the pleasure he needs.
He tries to clean you up with his mouth but you feebly attempt to push his head away.
"Messy baby" He fake chastises.
"Please fuck me Joel" It comes out weak and Joel barely hears it but at the same time he could never miss it.
"You want my cock pretty girl?" He comes up so he's hovering over you. Wet, swollen lips and eyes wide with a dumb grin.
"Please" You chuckle. "I'll pay you with a wine cooler" You joke.
"No payment needed- it's my pleasure- really" he shuffles off the bed, beating his record from yesterday of getting his trousers off the fastest. His boxers follow suit and he's back on the bed in no time.
"You want me to wear-"
"No need" You smirk and he chokes out a breath. You reach out to touch him, pumping your hand a few times around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. "Need it Joel"
"Spoilt girl" he fake tuts.
He lines himself up and pushes in, in one long thrust.
Joel's body almost betrays him at the first feel of you wrapped around him. All the longing and fantasising comes to the forefront of his mind and he's two seconds from the whole ordeal being over.
"Move Joel" You whine through ragged breaths. He's breathing deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to focus on anything but your pussy dripping all over him.
He dares to take a peek down to where your bodies are joined and his hips stutter on their own accord, his flicks his gaze up to your face and you have a dopey smile looking up at him. He pull his hips back just to snap them back a second later.
You're loud. His hips fall into a rhythm and you're a mess underneath him.
"You're not-not getting shy on me?" You choke out. He groans- you're clamping down on him and he's lost for words- solely focused on your pleasure.
"For once I'm speechless pretty girl" His voices is strained and it sounds painful to speak. "Fuckin' tight little pussy baby" His dick might have well been in a vice from how firmly you had a hold of him.
"Wanna ride you" His hips stop so he can really take in your words.
"Yeah? Wanna sit on my cock baby- get all full" He taunts-suddenly finding his confidence. You only moan and nod with a great sense of eagerness. He picks you up, still connected with him and sits on the edge of the bed with you perched in his lap.
"Now-now you're just showing off" You laugh/moan out.
"Only the best for you pretty girl"
He hasn't even taken the robe off of you, your hairs a mess of curls and the eye makeup you neglected to take off is smudged. Joel thinks it's one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen. Your hands cling around his shoulders as you sink back down, his head flies back and you place soft kisses up to his ear.
"You're so deep" You whisper in shock.
"Takin' me so well- like a pro baby" Joel raises his head to get a good look at when you start moving up and down on his length.
He thought he was cursed- maybe a horrible dictator in a past life when you moved in. He realises now he was a saint. Your thighs shake on top of his as you claw at his bare shoulders, leaving marks with your manicured nails that have haunted his every dream since he saw you. He won't be able to ever look at the leopard print robe the same way again. He moves his eyes from your face to the shiny, sleek pole behind him and he smirks. It gives him a boost of confidence because his hips raise to meet you halfway in your thrusts.
"Joel it's so fucking good" your head drops into the crook of his neck.
"Little pussy don't wanna let me go" He feels needy and possessive and wants to claim you as his. He thinks of the annual street barbecue- he could walk in with you on one arm and Sarah on the other. Maybe Denise would stop asking him round for drink if she saw the pair of you.
"Nuh uh don't let go Joel-please" You beg.
"Want me all to yourself pretty girl-keep me here forever?" His hand comes to press on the bulge he's making in your lower stomach. You cry out his name- hips pausing their movements so it's just Joel fucking up into you. He smirks a sickly, smug smile and uses the same hand to focus on the bundle of nerves resting just above where you meet.
"Oh- god" your back arches impossibly and you fall into him- letting him use you however he pleases now. "Gonna com-
"Give it to me baby" His spare hand grips your hip holding you so he can pound into you like a crazy man. You lift your head and he sees your eyes rolling back- thigh muscles tightening. Then he feels it. You whimper like a kicked puppy and clamp down on him- seconds from release. One more swipe of his hand and your orgasm takes over.
He watches you twitch and shake on top of him- soaking his lower half in the process.
"There she is" he drawls out. He surprised he's managed to make you come before himself but he's right on the cusp of his own release.
"Can you come inside me- please Joel?" You're fucked out and dazed but the words send shockwaves down his back and he's cumming inside of you before the words register in his brain. His body locks into place and he holds your hips flush with his as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. He's whining and whimpering and probably sounds pathetic but he couldn't give a shit. The most perfect woman he's even seen completely full of him-in every sense. You both moan and groan and whine chasing the high you are both sharing.
You lean back to stare at into his eyes and he does the same once his breathing is back to normal.
"Nothing like southern hospitality" you laugh breaking the quiet of the house. His cock is softening and both of your juices are coating both sets of thighs- not one of you seems to care. Your hands are playing with his hair and his are on your hips just resting there. He laughs with you- forgetting Tommy's discovery but not before thanking the gods above for it.
This is rushed af sorry. there will be a part 2 to this in future ;)))) strippers and sex workers have me in a chokehold (I am one of you)
dilf neighbour Joel x glamour model reader.
WARNINGS MDNI: age gap 24&36. Sarah exists and I aged her down for the plot. Alcohol, P in V sex. Male masturbation.
WORD COUNT: 6.8k
Requests are open I am just bad at doing them soooooorry
Joel thinks hes losing it from getting older.
He always wondered how a girl of your age could afford a place like the house next to his, not only afford but why would you want to move there? He thought about how you never seemed to go anywhere. No leaving for work early in the morning to pay the bills. He sees you come home with piles of shopping bags crammed into the back of a sleek sporty looking car every couple of weeks. You always throw him a wave with perfectly painted nails whenever you see him, always have time on your hands to do whatever it is you get up to. He looks down to what Tommy dropped off this morning and things start to make sense.
He can remember the day you moved in.
He hears the sports car, blaring a girly pop song, breaking the peace and quiet of the cul de sac he called home before he sees it. He can hear muffled laughter and conversation and he can only assume the vacant house next door has been bought. His suspicions are proved right as he leaves the garage to see what all the commotion is about.
Boxes and boxes are being lifted into the humble property by movers from out the back of a truck. It’s only a beat later when he first sees you. Joel wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve this. Even from a distance it does nothing to dilute your beauty, even the movers are captivated by you and it makes Joel let out a chuckle. You carry a box into what is now your house and Joel lets out a deep breath to compose himself. The attempt to compose himself doesn’t last long before he hears someone yell.
“Hi!” He looks up on instinct and you’re looking right at him from the porch of your house, your hand is up waving excitedly at him. He hesitates but waves back with a small smile thinking this would be the end of the interaction. You start walking-sauntering over to him in a pair of heels, Joel wonders what type of person would wear heels to move into a house but he’s secretly happy you decided to. “Sorry about the noise- did we bother you?” You half laugh at him coming to stand at the end of his front lawn.
“Not at all” he shrugs off playing it cool and walking down to meet you up close. You look even better face to face, even if he tried his hardest he wouldn’t be able to find a flaw on your face. He realises he should introduce himself but you’re staring directly in his eyes and he loses his train of thought. His eye line falters for just a second to take a peek at your cleavage poking out of your tank top.
”‘M Joel” he extends his hand and you accept it and tell him your name in a sweet tone. It plays on a loop in his head and the pillow soft touch of your hand makes his neck burn.
“Anything I should know about this place?” You turn half way to point to your house. “No bloody murders or anything someone failed to mention” you giggle.
“They didn’t tell you?” Joel’s tone makes you stop giggling.
“No?”
“ ‘m kidding- bad joke I’m sorry” He laughs.
“Asshole” And you’re back to giggling, hitting his arm in a playful way.
“No bloody murders I’m afraid”
“I bought a bat to keep next to my bed anyway”
“Smart girl”
“ I’ve never lived alone so it seemed logical” Joel didn’t hear anything after alone.
“Alone?”
“Alone” You state proudly.
“Well- congratulations” He smiles.
“Thank you Joel” A finger comes up to twirl some of your hair. “You live alone?”
“Me? No my daughter Sarah lives with me and my brother is here so much he might as well live here” It makes you chuckle.
“How old is Sarah?”
“She’ll be nine in a few months-but I don’t like to think about it - makes me feel old” His laugh is nervous now.
“Well you don’t look it” It could come off as flirting but Joel doesn’t get his hopes up. He doesn’t even know how old you are.
“I appreciate it but tell that to my knees”
“I’ll be sure to let them know” Joel doesn’t want to think of you at knee height. “I should probably get back to actually moving in- it was nice to meet you Joel” You smile sweetly.
“Likewise- you need anything don’t hesitate to ask- we’re real friendly around these parts”
“I’ll keep it in mind thanks”
He watches you walk back and his gaze drops to the tiny shorts you’ve decided on wearing today. He realises he’s in for a long ride and decides he was a bad man in a past life to be sent such a curse.
The memory sends a small smile to Joel’s face, he thinks of all the signs he missed in such a small interaction. He ponders on all the signs he missed.
It’s a few days until Joel sees you again after your initial introduction.
“Joel!” He turns and you’re in a leopard print robe and a pair of slippers. Your hair is in perfectly placed rollers and Joel still thinks you’re one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. You wave at him from your mailbox and he waves back at you in a neighbourly way.
“I got my first piece of mail!” Joel wonders if you get excited over everything or is the mail just an exception. “Oh! Never mind they messed it up- it’s for you” You cross the threshold once again and he meets you halfway this time. “Joel Miller” You hand the envelope to him with a small pout.
“Sad about the no mail?” You look up at him. “you’ll get some” he laughs.
You’re about to speak when a voice comes from behind the both of you.
“Dad are you ready?” And a mop of bouncing curls comes bounding down the driveway.
“You must be Sarah!” You bend down a little bit to introduce yourself to Joel’s daughter but it gives Joel a perfect view down your robe. He wants the ground to swallow him up and he’s only broken out of the thoughts in his head by his daughter’s laughter. You’re giggling along with her, and playing with her hair. “What a beautiful girl” you coo.
“Doesn’t get it from me” He stares longingly at Sarah, he’s looking anywhere but at you.
“She doesn’t?” Joel’s neck almost snaps from his daughter to you.
“Joel c’mon man what you doin’ out here?” A fourth voice comes from behind you for the second time.
“Your brother?”
“Unfortunately”
“What do we have here?” The second Miller brother joins the party at the end of the driveway. “Where has my brother been hiding you?”
“Tommy” Joel scolds him. You giggle nonetheless.
“Tommy Miller-the better looking brother” he holds out his hand and when your hand reaches his he brings it up to kiss the back of your hand.
“Gross” Sarah grumbles.
“It’s nice to meet you- Joel told me about you- I live next door” The hand Tommy had kissed is now pointing to the house next door.
“With your boyfriend?”
“Tommy stop” Joel scolds for the second time.
“Nope- no boyfriend-just me”
“That’s great news” And of course you just giggle.
“We’re gonna be late uncle Tommy” Sarah complains in a sing song tone.
“She’s right- pack it up”
“I’ll see you in my dreams sweetheart” Tommy speaks before lighting up a cigarette and heading to the truck parked in Joel’s drive.
“Sorry ‘bout him-reckon he was dropped as a baby”
“Don’t worry about it- I get it all the time” You think aloud. “Sorry that was-“
“‘M sure you do” Joel is playing with fire now.
You don’t reply, just meeting Joel’s eye with a playful glint in yours.
“Dad” Sarah breaks the trance both of you were in.
“I gotta go” He says reluctantly.
“Yes. Sorry for keeping you all” You breathe out “It was lovely to meet you Sarah”
“It was nice to meet you too” The girl walks off with a wave, clambering into her uncle’s truck.
“So polite”
“Doesn’t ge-“
“Doesn’t get it from you- I beg to differ Joel” You laugh walking away from the man and heading back home with a wave over your shoulder.
When Joel gets in the truck he knows Tommy is itching to say something.
“Not a word”
It was one of the first signs that you probably didn’t have a regular 9-5. Everyone leaving for work and school and you were lounging around in a robe and rollers yet Joel was none the wiser. He suddenly thinks of how clueless he had really been.
The knock at the door is unusual for a Sunday afternoon but Joel is pleasantly surprised to see you at his door.
“Hi sorry -am I bothering you?” You ask sheepishly.
“Hi- no of course not. Everything okay?”
“Yeah well I’m having some troubles with my closet door-“
“You want me to take a look?” In the few months you had lived there your neighbour relationship had never passed the doors of either of your houses.
“Do you mind?” You pout and if Joel was a shittier man he would have kissed the pout away.
“Not at all- lemme grab a few tools” You let out an excited squeal and skip back to your home.
Before he’s over the doorframe you’re offering him a cold drink and food or anything to seem like a good hostess. He declines with a laugh and you lead him to the problem door. It’s in your bedroom, of course it is. The room smells like vanilla and the sheets on your bed are silk leopard print. The carpet is soft and there’s proof you exist everywhere. The bat you mentioned the first time you met sits proudly next to your nightstand, a random article of clothing strewn here, a picture of you with other people there, CDs of people Joel has never even heard of next to a bright pink stereo. But the elephant in the room is the pole.
“Didn’t have you down as a firefighter” He tried to joke but you look at him cluelessly. He nods his head to the pole in the middle of the room.
“Oh!” You laugh.
“No Dalmatian runnin’ around is there?”
“He’s at the station I’m afraid” You joke and he watches you laugh, lightly doing to same.
“So the door” He moves on from the pole, his head becoming increasingly full of images of you twirling around it in those heels you're always wearing.
“Yes! The door”
You show him the issue and he says it shouldn’t take long, he opens the door to your closet and he wished he never agreed to come over here. There’s lace and frills burning into his eyes. He plays it cool but it’s extremely hard when your underwear and clothes- if that’s what we’re calling them are staring right at him. They all look like off cuts of real clothes and all that’s coming to mind is you wearing nothing but the scraps of fabric. He shakes it off and gets to work, he was expecting you to go about your day but you stay and make conversation with him.
“Have you lived here your whole life?”
“Yeah I grew up not too far from here- got the house when Sarah was born” He hopes you don’t pry too much on those days of his life. “How come you moved out here?”
“The convenience- close enough to the city but far away enough to have a sense of normality” You snort.
“But you’re not from here? Texas I mean”
“No sir” Joel’s cock stirs in his pants.
“I can tell”
“How so?”
“Accent -or lack thereof”
“It’s a bummer- I love your accent”
“You do?”
“Yeah it’s all no ma’am and yes ma’am- they were right about southern hospitality by the way” You’re giggling.
“Like to think I’m living proof” He gestures to the door he’s fixing.
“I appreciate it very much Joel” he looks up from his knees and you’re leaning on the wall beside him. The angle makes his cock stir once again.
“Glad to help” he faces back to his work. “I know you’re not meant to ask a lady her age but how old are you? Big house like this on your own- forgive me for being curious” Joel’s million dollar question, the one that’s being on the forefront of his mind since he met you. Please say thirty six he thinks.
“I’m twenty four” You just laugh. “Curiosity killed the cat don’t you know” Twelve years, could Joel live with that? Usually no, but for you he think he could make an exception.
“Yeah but satisfaction bought it back”
“Well are you satisfied?” He pauses for a second really thinking about his answer but you save him the hassle. “How old are you?”
“Thirty six”
“Really?”
“You sound shocked”
“You look a lot younger- told you that when I first met you” He finds it endearing you remember your first conversation.
“You did- nice to know you weren’t just buttering me up”
“Me? Never” You gasp sarcastically. “I tried but you won’t accept my food or drinks”
“Well I’m about done here- you got any beer?”
“Joel I’m a girl living alone I don’t have beer” He laughs at that. “Wine cooler maybe?”
“I’ll take it” Joel would have taken anything you gave him just to sit and have a drink with you. He knew he should feel perverted and dirty but the more he gets to know you the more he likes being in your company, you good looks were only an added bonus.
He cleans up the mess he made and says a silent goodbye to all your lacy garments-debating on pocketing one-he meets you downstairs and you hand him a cherry flavoured wine cooler.
"Porch?" You ask and he nods and follows you out to the pink porch swing. You sit and he's hesitant to sit but you pat the spot next to you and he does. "Does this count as payment?" You joke.
"You don't have to pay me"
"I'm trying out my southern hospitality" You pout, again. Every time you do it Joel's resolve crumbles a little bit more.
"Well I'd say you've got it- every job always ends in a drink"
"Lot of lonely housewives down here-sure it doesn't end in something more" Joel knows you're joking he's adamant about it but for the third time his cock stirs in his pants imagining you looking up at him thanking him for his hard work. He just laughs awkwardly and if you could tell you don't say anything.
The pole should have been a tell tale sign, he looks down at the magazine Tommy had dropped by his house in the morning. The magazine had been calling out to him from under his mattress since he got home from work. He flicks through it once more solidifying what he'd seen from the first glimpse Tommy had showed him. You had babysat his child, his sweet innocent daughter. Did Sarah see something she shouldn't have? Joel feels awful second guessing your character but he is a dad first and a pathetic touch starved man second.
Friday night and Joel is bailing his brother out yet again. 'I'll be here all weekend if you don't' Tommy was right and being the loving brother he was he went to bail him out. The only problem was Sarah and the only option he had was you. It's far too late to wake up the Adlers and your lights are still on. So here he is knocking on your door with Sarah in tow.
"Joel is everything okay?" You ask concerned. Still beautiful he thinks even at this hour of the night. Your makeup is done and Joel hopes you don't have plans.
"I have to go bail Tommy out otherwise he'll be in the can all weekend- would you mind watching Sarah for an hour? Only if you're not busy"
"Of course! I'm not busy at all- I would love to" You're excited which usually would be a good sign if it were anyone else but Joel has come to understand you're excited about everything.
"You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure-go get Tommy" More giggles. Sarah rubs her eyes from beside Joel and he bends down to speak to her.
"I'll be back in a hour- you do exactly as she says and be good" He kisses her head. "She's pretty tired- probably crash out on your couch"
"Perfectly fine with me" You smile sweetly.
"An hour tops" He smiles walking back to his truck.
You lead Sarah into the house and get a blanket for her. Joel was right she passed right out on your couch.
An hour and twelve minutes later there's another knock.
"You're twelve minutes late" You speak with faux anger.
"You timin' me?" Joel smirks
"I believe you said it was an hour tops" you laugh.
"What do I owe you for the twelve minutes?"
"A wine cooler"
"That can be arranged" He chuckles.
"She's on my couch passed out-I will let you carry her home" He passes by you with a laugh, missing your conversation with his younger brother.
"Hi Tommy!" You call out the other brother leaving the truck.
"Hi sweetheart- you look better every time I see you" He comes up the driveway with a smirk.
"What's the charge?"
"Defending a woman's honour sweetheart" You laugh at him. "I'd do the same for you all you gotta do is ask"
"But you're a criminal" You gasp jokingly.
"Not your type?" You shake your head with a grin. "What is your type?"
Your living room is pink and Joel's daughter is passed out under a fuzzy leopard print blanket. He starts to notice a pattern, pink and leopard print, leopard print and pink. He scoops Sarah up in the blanket, swearing to himself he will return it and heads back out to you. He sees you and Tommy in conversation and shakes his head slightly.
"He botherin' you?"
"No more than usual" You stick your tongue out at Tommy.
"You've caused enough trouble for one night- house, now"
"'til we meet again sweetheart" He saunters down the path with a slight wobble in his step from the alcohol he'd ingested earlier.
"Sorry about him and thank you for watching her"
"It's fine and I enjoyed it-gets lonely sometimes in this house with just me" Joel really tries to not read into it. "Oh god I sound like one of those lonely housewives!" You cover your face in embarrassment.
"Not at all- sometimes when Sarah is at a sleepover and Tommy is in jail- I feel it too"
"You do?"
"I do"
"So we're both lonely housewives then" And you're back to giggling.
" I guess we are" He laughs, a genuine laugh. All the stress he'd been put under tonight, bailing his brother out and scrambling for a babysitter, it had vanished the minute he'd started talking to you. "Thank you again- I'll return the blanket to you I swear" He speaks walking down the drive.
"Keep it- I have tons"
The next morning when you go to check the mail there's four cherry wine coolers in your mailbox.
Joel liked you before the magazine, looking back he liked you the minute he laid his eyes on you. He didn't care he was twelve years your senior. If anything what he had discovered had only solidified his want for you. You were sweet to him and not only him you extended your care to his daughter and even Tommy despite his forward nature. You flourished in the community and helped other neighbours when they asked. You never bought trouble to the street. Yet you were always the sweetest on Joel, was he reaching? Maybe. Did other people notice? Sometimes. Words from Tommy meant nothing he would think a brick wall was flirting, but when people like the Adlers started to notice then he knew he wasn't crazy. Should he have kissed you? Who knows?
It's a wine cooler night, Joel and you fall into a routine of sitting on your porch drinking cherry wine coolers a couple nights a month. He tells stories from his childhood of him and Tommy and others from when Sarah was a lot younger. He talks and you listen, interjecting when you need to. He would say you were friends now, you've gone past the stages of being neighbourly.
The drinks were 'payment' for a job and neither of you care to remember who was paying who.
"So they were all half inch too short?"
"Yeah can you believe it"
"Tommy did that? Then yes I can" You snort out. You fall into comfortable silence until Joel breaks it.
"What do you do- for work I mean?"
"Just stuff here and there- modelling mostly" You shrug. He's not shocked, with a face like yours he wouldn't expect anything less.
"I can see that" He speaks before thinking.
"You think I'm pretty Joel?" You smirk.
"I didn't mean it like-"
"It's fine I think you're pretty"
"You do?"
"Of course I do" You say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well I do think you're pretty" He avoids eye contact, choosing to look at the sun setting on the cul de sac instead of you.
"How pretty?" You press.
He looks at you confused and you sit with a smug smile. He thinks on the question, and then looks down at your long legs resting in front of you with a pair of kitten heels on your feet.His gaze travel up to your chest where your lacy bra is just peeking out over your tank top and then finally he settles on your face. After all the time he's spent in your company he still hasn't been able to find a single flaw and even the textbook flaws like pimples, he thinks they only add to your beauty. He thinks about your personality and how you can captivate and make him feel like he's the most important person on earth with just a few words. You always listen and you always remember things about him and about Sarah. Details he thinks are insignificant, you remember and bring it up in conversation a month later. You're a catch, the full package and perverted thoughts be damned. You're still watching him and if you listened hard enough you might be able to hear the voice in his brain say 'fuck it'.
He leans in and uses his hand to hold the back of your head so he can slot his lips over yours. You kiss him back immediately and he almost lets out a whimper. You're so soft and you taste of cherries. You both kiss like your lives depend on it. It turns from sweet to sloppy and hungry. You moan into him and bring your hand up to rest on the forearm of the hand holding your head. Joel breaks away first but keeps his hand behind your head.
"'M sorry" He whispers
"Please dont apologise" You whisper through a chuckle.
"I'm too old to be kissing like a teenager" He chuckles
"I thought it was hot" He presses a sweet kiss to your lips and lets you out of his hold."I should probably head to bed" You say looking at the gap where the sun was.
"Me too" Joel speaks.
"Can I have a kiss goodnight?" You ask like butter wouldn't melt as if you weren't moaning into his mouth a few moments before. Joel stands up and turns to face you bracing his hands on the swing either side of your head. He leans down and presses his lips to yours once again. You crane your head up to somehow get closer to him. He breaks away and rest his forehead against yours, both of you giggling.
"Goodnight Joel"
"Goodnight darlin'"
The second Joel crosses over into his bedroom, the door is locked, his shirt is off and his trousers are down just enough to release himself. His boxers are down in record time and his hand is wrapped around himself pumping his hard shaft that had been begging for attention the minute he sat down on your porch swing. Your moans are playing on a loop in his head as he sucks breaths in through gritted teeth. His hand works overtime and he feels like a teenager again jerking off to a mere kiss. His release comes in a flash and he's spilling all over his stomach.
That was yesterday and this morning is when Tommy dropped the bomb. He didn't mean to look. He can clear his conscience for the first peek but anything after that was all him.
"Joel!" Tommy shouts out from the bottoms of the stairs. "You decent?"
"Yeah-" He doesn't get to ask questions before he hears his brother bounding up the stairs.
"You're not gonna believe this"
"Believe what?"
"Picked up a little dirty mag- you know"
"Tommy"
"Well last night I was flicking through it and I saw someone who looked very familiar"
"Who?"
"Don't freak out-"
"Who Tommy? The younger brother pulls a magazine from behind his back and flicks it open to a page.
"Your fuckin' smoking hot neighbour man" Tommy's not lying, there you are in all your glory. You look perfect is all Joel can think.
"Put that away"
Tommy complies throwing it on the bed behind Joel.
"I didn't mean there"
"She's sweet on you Joel, you deserve it god knows what she sees in you" Tommy teases walking off. Joel shoves the magazine under his mattress and follows suit after his brother.
He's alone and that feeling seeps in through the cracks, Sarah's at a sleepover and Tommy is god knows where. Your lights are on. The magazine burns a hole through his mattress and calls his name through the emptiness of the house. One time he will look one time.
The first photo you're in lingerie. The next few you've taken the bra off. The last couple you're fully bare And the very last one you’re posed on a pole taunting him. Joel felt guilty before now he feels like a criminal. Throughout all the emotions he's sporting a raging hard on. The most perfect woman he's seen laid bare for him even if it was on a cut down tree. He shuts the pages putting it back under his bed. One cold shower later and more temptation he's looking again. He goes and has something to eat and then looks again.
He just sits and stares at the photos, unsure of what to do with the information, he peeks out his bedroom window to see your lights are still on. All the reminiscing and the signs were all there. The stripper pole, the shopping, the lacy garments, the sports car, the never leaving for work in the morning. You didn't have a regular job, you had money to spend on a house and all the stuff in the shopping bags because your job paid well evidently. The stripper pole might have just been for fun. He looks down at the page once more and then to your still illuminated lights. His brain says 'fuck it' once more and a few minutes later he's knocking on your door.
"To what do I owe the pleasure" you ask half seductively half joking.
"I saw you in a magazine" He blurts out.
"Didn't have you down a dirty mag kinda guy Joel" You laugh.
"You're not mad?"
"Every magazine that's bought I make some money-so no" You shrug.
"I didn't buy it"
"A dirty mag enjoyer and a thief!" You giggle.
"I didn't steal it- Tommy boughtand he showed it to me" He reasons.
"You've redeemed yourself"
"Model huh?" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I didn't lie"
"'M not saying you did" He defends himself.
"Did you at least like the pictures?"
"Like them? I've been staring at them since I got home" You both laugh at his words. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful" He confesses.
"Thank you Joel"
"Am I a pervert?" He asks in a playful manner but there is desperation under the surface.
"Of course not"
"I feel like one- twelve years younger than me and I'm jackin' off like a kid"
"Jacking off?" You muse.
"Yeah"
"I could've helped" His head snaps up to look at you.
"You can't just say things like that"
"Why not?"
"Because it's really hard for me to resist all the urges I have right now" Joel reasons.
"Why do you have to resist? We're both adults here"
"Wanted to take you on a date-treat ya like a lady" His accent gets thicker when he's frustrated.
"We can do that after maybe?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
It's all the confirmation he's needs before he's surging towards you, hands on your hips and lips pressed to yours in an immediately hungry kiss. He kicks the door shut behind him and leads you back to your stairs.
"Jump" he muffles out against your lips. You follow his orders and his hands rest underneath your thighs. The leopard silk robe had come back to haunt him and he's dying to find out what you have on underneath it. He carries you up the stairs, despite his weathered knees.
"Should I have that conversation with your knees now" He feels you giggle into his neck. "They're not doing too bad- I think you're a liar" You tease.
He laughs with you and kick open the door to your room. The pole in all its glory greets him and he fights the smirk.
"You do any tricks on that thing?" He says sitting you down on the bed.
"You gotta pocket full of ones?"
" 'fraid not" He pouts.
"Then no I can't-although I do them for people after they take me on a date"
"Incentive I like it" he smirks kicking off his boots. He sits down next to you and picks you up like a rag doll so you're straddling his lap. "I've been thinking 'bout this since I laid my eyes on you"
"I've been thinking the same Joel" One of your hands comes to play with the hair in the nape of his neck. He kisses your lips sweetly and moves his hands to the tie on your robe. He lets it fall open and he clenches his jaw to stop it from falling open.
"What did I do to deserve this huh?" He doesn't know where to look first. He was expecting some racy two piece but you're completely bare.
"Better than the photos?"
"They don't even compare" He growls picking you up and throwing you on the bed behind him. It no shock you're a fit of giggles. He pulls his shirt over his head and comes to crawl over you, he hasn't touched you yet and it's because he doesn't know where to start.
"Will you please touch me?" You ask when his face reaches yours.
"Where?" He teases.
"You know where"
"Not if you don't tell me" You huff out a breath.
"Please will you touch my pussy Joel" you bring your face up to whisper in his ear. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine.
"With what?"
"Your mouth please" It comes out so sweet Joel is confused as to how your teeth haven't rotted. He kisses down your neck and then your sternum and then your stomach until he comes to rest just above where you need him. You start to squirm and he grabs your thighs parting them so he can take a look at his meal.
"Looks good enough to eat baby"
"Please do" You whine.
He doesn't make you wait any longer, he dives straight in like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and the sound makes Joel groan into you. He ruts his hips against your soft bed as he places his tongue flat against your clit. He licks and sucks and speaks in broken mumbles. You can make out a few 'so goods' and curses from over your moans and whimpers.
He nearly passes out when a hand reaches into his hair and scrapes his scalp. He moans loudly against you and the vibrations make your legs shake with pleasure.
"Please don't stop Joel" You whine.
He leans back yet he doesn't take his eyes off of your dripping core.
"Stop? Pretty girl I don't ever want to leave this spot"
You both giggle and you lean up on your elbows to take a look at the man. He looks a wreck, face glistening with your arousal and his hair messy from your hands tugging on it. He leans back down with his big brown eyes still burning right into yours.
"So wet baby- and messy" His breath is ragged as he speaks.
"You like it?"
His gaze snaps up to find yours as he licks his lips.
"Best pussy I've ever tasted baby" He smirks.
He dives back in with one goal in mind- making his smoking hot neighbour come on his tongue. You're a panting and mewling mess from Joel's ministrations and it only spurs him on. He licks, sucks and bites like a mad man until your grasp on his hair grows tighter and your thighs start to spasm around his head.
"Joel!" You cry out, back arched off of the sheets and the hand that wasn't in his hair was grasping onto them for dear life.
"C'mon baby- want it all over my face"
"Please I'm gonna-" you gasp, your hands borderline scalping Joel "'m gonna come" you whimper.
Joel already knew, sucking on your abused clit until he tipped you over the edge. Your vision goes white and all the nerves in your body are flooded with pleasure. Joel groans out as if he was having an orgasm too but just the fact he got to eat your sloppy little pussy until you came is all the pleasure he needs.
He tries to clean you up with his mouth but you feebly attempt to push his head away.
"Messy baby" He fake chastises.
"Please fuck me Joel" It comes out weak and Joel barely hears it but at the same time he could never miss it.
"You want my cock pretty girl?" He comes up so he's hovering over you. Wet, swollen lips and eyes wide with a dumb grin.
"Please" You chuckle. "I'll pay you with a wine cooler" You joke.
"No payment needed- it's my pleasure- really" he shuffles off the bed, beating his record from yesterday of getting his trousers off the fastest. His boxers follow suit and he's back on the bed in no time.
"You want me to wear-"
"No need" You smirk and he chokes out a breath. You reach out to touch him, pumping your hand a few times around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. "Need it Joel"
"Spoilt girl" he fake tuts.
He lines himself up and pushes in, in one long thrust.
Joel's body almost betrays him at the first feel of you wrapped around him. All the longing and fantasising comes to the forefront of his mind and he's two seconds from the whole ordeal being over.
"Move Joel" You whine through ragged breaths. He's breathing deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to focus on anything but your pussy dripping all over him.
He dares to take a peek down to where your bodies are joined and his hips stutter on their own accord, his flicks his gaze up to your face and you have a dopey smile looking up at him. He pull his hips back just to snap them back a second later.
You're loud. His hips fall into a rhythm and you're a mess underneath him.
"You're not-not getting shy on me?" You choke out. He groans- you're clamping down on him and he's lost for words- solely focused on your pleasure.
"For once I'm speechless pretty girl" His voices is strained and it sounds painful to speak. "Fuckin' tight little pussy baby" His dick might have well been in a vice from how firmly you had a hold of him.
"Wanna ride you" His hips stop so he can really take in your words.
"Yeah? Wanna sit on my cock baby- get all full" He taunts-suddenly finding his confidence. You only moan and nod with a great sense of eagerness. He picks you up, still connected with him and sits on the edge of the bed with you perched in his lap.
"Now-now you're just showing off" You laugh/moan out.
"Only the best for you pretty girl"
He hasn't even taken the robe off of you, your hairs a mess of curls and the eye makeup you neglected to take off is smudged. Joel thinks it's one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen. Your hands cling around his shoulders as you sink back down, his head flies back and you place soft kisses up to his ear.
"You're so deep" You whisper in shock.
"Takin' me so well- like a pro baby" Joel raises his head to get a good look at when you start moving up and down on his length.
He thought he was cursed- maybe a horrible dictator in a past life when you moved in. He realises now he was a saint. Your thighs shake on top of his as you claw at his bare shoulders, leaving marks with your manicured nails that have haunted his every dream since he saw you. He won't be able to ever look at the leopard print robe the same way again. He moves his eyes from your face to the shiny, sleek pole behind him and he smirks. It gives him a boost of confidence because his hips raise to meet you halfway in your thrusts.
"Joel it's so fucking good" your head drops into the crook of his neck.
"Little pussy don't wanna let me go" He feels needy and possessive and wants to claim you as his. He thinks of the annual street barbecue- he could walk in with you on one arm and Sarah on the other. Maybe Denise would stop asking him round for drink if she saw the pair of you.
"Nuh uh don't let go Joel-please" You beg.
"Want me all to yourself pretty girl-keep me here forever?" His hand comes to press on the bulge he's making in your lower stomach. You cry out his name- hips pausing their movements so it's just Joel fucking up into you. He smirks a sickly, smug smile and uses the same hand to focus on the bundle of nerves resting just above where you meet.
"Oh- god" your back arches impossibly and you fall into him- letting him use you however he pleases now. "Gonna com-
"Give it to me baby" His spare hand grips your hip holding you so he can pound into you like a crazy man. You lift your head and he sees your eyes rolling back- thigh muscles tightening. Then he feels it. You whimper like a kicked puppy and clamp down on him- seconds from release. One more swipe of his hand and your orgasm takes over.
He watches you twitch and shake on top of him- soaking his lower half in the process.
"There she is" he drawls out. He surprised he's managed to make you come before himself but he's right on the cusp of his own release.
"Can you come inside me- please Joel?" You're fucked out and dazed but the words send shockwaves down his back and he's cumming inside of you before the words register in his brain. His body locks into place and he holds your hips flush with his as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. He's whining and whimpering and probably sounds pathetic but he couldn't give a shit. The most perfect woman he's even seen completely full of him-in every sense. You both moan and groan and whine chasing the high you are both sharing.
You lean back to stare at into his eyes and he does the same once his breathing is back to normal.
"Nothing like southern hospitality" you laugh breaking the quiet of the house. His cock is softening and both of your juices are coating both sets of thighs- not one of you seems to care. Your hands are playing with his hair and his are on your hips just resting there. He laughs with you- forgetting Tommy's discovery but not before thanking the gods above for it.
This is rushed af sorry. there will be a part 2 to this in future ;)))) strippers and sex workers have me in a chokehold (I am one of you)
dilf neighbour Joel x glamour model reader.
WARNINGS MDNI: age gap 24&36. Sarah exists and I aged her down for the plot. Alcohol, P in V sex. Male masturbation.
WORD COUNT: 6.8k
Requests are open I am just bad at doing them soooooorry
Joel thinks hes losing it from getting older.
He always wondered how a girl of your age could afford a place like the house next to his, not only afford but why would you want to move there? He thought about how you never seemed to go anywhere. No leaving for work early in the morning to pay the bills. He sees you come home with piles of shopping bags crammed into the back of a sleek sporty looking car every couple of weeks. You always throw him a wave with perfectly painted nails whenever you see him, always have time on your hands to do whatever it is you get up to. He looks down to what Tommy dropped off this morning and things start to make sense.
He can remember the day you moved in.
He hears the sports car, blaring a girly pop song, breaking the peace and quiet of the cul de sac he called home before he sees it. He can hear muffled laughter and conversation and he can only assume the vacant house next door has been bought. His suspicions are proved right as he leaves the garage to see what all the commotion is about.
Boxes and boxes are being lifted into the humble property by movers from out the back of a truck. It’s only a beat later when he first sees you. Joel wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve this. Even from a distance it does nothing to dilute your beauty, even the movers are captivated by you and it makes Joel let out a chuckle. You carry a box into what is now your house and Joel lets out a deep breath to compose himself. The attempt to compose himself doesn’t last long before he hears someone yell.
“Hi!” He looks up on instinct and you’re looking right at him from the porch of your house, your hand is up waving excitedly at him. He hesitates but waves back with a small smile thinking this would be the end of the interaction. You start walking-sauntering over to him in a pair of heels, Joel wonders what type of person would wear heels to move into a house but he’s secretly happy you decided to. “Sorry about the noise- did we bother you?” You half laugh at him coming to stand at the end of his front lawn.
“Not at all” he shrugs off playing it cool and walking down to meet you up close. You look even better face to face, even if he tried his hardest he wouldn’t be able to find a flaw on your face. He realises he should introduce himself but you’re staring directly in his eyes and he loses his train of thought. His eye line falters for just a second to take a peek at your cleavage poking out of your tank top.
”‘M Joel” he extends his hand and you accept it and tell him your name in a sweet tone. It plays on a loop in his head and the pillow soft touch of your hand makes his neck burn.
“Anything I should know about this place?” You turn half way to point to your house. “No bloody murders or anything someone failed to mention” you giggle.
“They didn’t tell you?” Joel’s tone makes you stop giggling.
“No?”
“ ‘m kidding- bad joke I’m sorry” He laughs.
“Asshole” And you’re back to giggling, hitting his arm in a playful way.
“No bloody murders I’m afraid”
“I bought a bat to keep next to my bed anyway”
“Smart girl”
“ I’ve never lived alone so it seemed logical” Joel didn’t hear anything after alone.
“Alone?”
“Alone” You state proudly.
“Well- congratulations” He smiles.
“Thank you Joel” A finger comes up to twirl some of your hair. “You live alone?”
“Me? No my daughter Sarah lives with me and my brother is here so much he might as well live here” It makes you chuckle.
“How old is Sarah?”
“She’ll be nine in a few months-but I don’t like to think about it - makes me feel old” His laugh is nervous now.
“Well you don’t look it” It could come off as flirting but Joel doesn’t get his hopes up. He doesn’t even know how old you are.
“I appreciate it but tell that to my knees”
“I’ll be sure to let them know” Joel doesn’t want to think of you at knee height. “I should probably get back to actually moving in- it was nice to meet you Joel” You smile sweetly.
“Likewise- you need anything don’t hesitate to ask- we’re real friendly around these parts”
“I’ll keep it in mind thanks”
He watches you walk back and his gaze drops to the tiny shorts you’ve decided on wearing today. He realises he’s in for a long ride and decides he was a bad man in a past life to be sent such a curse.
The memory sends a small smile to Joel’s face, he thinks of all the signs he missed in such a small interaction. He ponders on all the signs he missed.
It’s a few days until Joel sees you again after your initial introduction.
“Joel!” He turns and you’re in a leopard print robe and a pair of slippers. Your hair is in perfectly placed rollers and Joel still thinks you’re one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. You wave at him from your mailbox and he waves back at you in a neighbourly way.
“I got my first piece of mail!” Joel wonders if you get excited over everything or is the mail just an exception. “Oh! Never mind they messed it up- it’s for you” You cross the threshold once again and he meets you halfway this time. “Joel Miller” You hand the envelope to him with a small pout.
“Sad about the no mail?” You look up at him. “you’ll get some” he laughs.
You’re about to speak when a voice comes from behind the both of you.
“Dad are you ready?” And a mop of bouncing curls comes bounding down the driveway.
“You must be Sarah!” You bend down a little bit to introduce yourself to Joel’s daughter but it gives Joel a perfect view down your robe. He wants the ground to swallow him up and he’s only broken out of the thoughts in his head by his daughter’s laughter. You’re giggling along with her, and playing with her hair. “What a beautiful girl” you coo.
“Doesn’t get it from me” He stares longingly at Sarah, he’s looking anywhere but at you.
“She doesn’t?” Joel’s neck almost snaps from his daughter to you.
“Joel c’mon man what you doin’ out here?” A fourth voice comes from behind you for the second time.
“Your brother?”
“Unfortunately”
“What do we have here?” The second Miller brother joins the party at the end of the driveway. “Where has my brother been hiding you?”
“Tommy” Joel scolds him. You giggle nonetheless.
“Tommy Miller-the better looking brother” he holds out his hand and when your hand reaches his he brings it up to kiss the back of your hand.
“Gross” Sarah grumbles.
“It’s nice to meet you- Joel told me about you- I live next door” The hand Tommy had kissed is now pointing to the house next door.
“With your boyfriend?”
“Tommy stop” Joel scolds for the second time.
“Nope- no boyfriend-just me”
“That’s great news” And of course you just giggle.
“We’re gonna be late uncle Tommy” Sarah complains in a sing song tone.
“She’s right- pack it up”
“I’ll see you in my dreams sweetheart” Tommy speaks before lighting up a cigarette and heading to the truck parked in Joel’s drive.
“Sorry ‘bout him-reckon he was dropped as a baby”
“Don’t worry about it- I get it all the time” You think aloud. “Sorry that was-“
“‘M sure you do” Joel is playing with fire now.
You don’t reply, just meeting Joel’s eye with a playful glint in yours.
“Dad” Sarah breaks the trance both of you were in.
“I gotta go” He says reluctantly.
“Yes. Sorry for keeping you all” You breathe out “It was lovely to meet you Sarah”
“It was nice to meet you too” The girl walks off with a wave, clambering into her uncle’s truck.
“So polite”
“Doesn’t ge-“
“Doesn’t get it from you- I beg to differ Joel” You laugh walking away from the man and heading back home with a wave over your shoulder.
When Joel gets in the truck he knows Tommy is itching to say something.
“Not a word”
It was one of the first signs that you probably didn’t have a regular 9-5. Everyone leaving for work and school and you were lounging around in a robe and rollers yet Joel was none the wiser. He suddenly thinks of how clueless he had really been.
The knock at the door is unusual for a Sunday afternoon but Joel is pleasantly surprised to see you at his door.
“Hi sorry -am I bothering you?” You ask sheepishly.
“Hi- no of course not. Everything okay?”
“Yeah well I’m having some troubles with my closet door-“
“You want me to take a look?” In the few months you had lived there your neighbour relationship had never passed the doors of either of your houses.
“Do you mind?” You pout and if Joel was a shittier man he would have kissed the pout away.
“Not at all- lemme grab a few tools” You let out an excited squeal and skip back to your home.
Before he’s over the doorframe you’re offering him a cold drink and food or anything to seem like a good hostess. He declines with a laugh and you lead him to the problem door. It’s in your bedroom, of course it is. The room smells like vanilla and the sheets on your bed are silk leopard print. The carpet is soft and there’s proof you exist everywhere. The bat you mentioned the first time you met sits proudly next to your nightstand, a random article of clothing strewn here, a picture of you with other people there, CDs of people Joel has never even heard of next to a bright pink stereo. But the elephant in the room is the pole.
“Didn’t have you down as a firefighter” He tried to joke but you look at him cluelessly. He nods his head to the pole in the middle of the room.
“Oh!” You laugh.
“No Dalmatian runnin’ around is there?”
“He’s at the station I’m afraid” You joke and he watches you laugh, lightly doing to same.
“So the door” He moves on from the pole, his head becoming increasingly full of images of you twirling around it in those heels you're always wearing.
“Yes! The door”
You show him the issue and he says it shouldn’t take long, he opens the door to your closet and he wished he never agreed to come over here. There’s lace and frills burning into his eyes. He plays it cool but it’s extremely hard when your underwear and clothes- if that’s what we’re calling them are staring right at him. They all look like off cuts of real clothes and all that’s coming to mind is you wearing nothing but the scraps of fabric. He shakes it off and gets to work, he was expecting you to go about your day but you stay and make conversation with him.
“Have you lived here your whole life?”
“Yeah I grew up not too far from here- got the house when Sarah was born” He hopes you don’t pry too much on those days of his life. “How come you moved out here?”
“The convenience- close enough to the city but far away enough to have a sense of normality” You snort.
“But you’re not from here? Texas I mean”
“No sir” Joel’s cock stirs in his pants.
“I can tell”
“How so?”
“Accent -or lack thereof”
“It’s a bummer- I love your accent”
“You do?”
“Yeah it’s all no ma’am and yes ma’am- they were right about southern hospitality by the way” You’re giggling.
“Like to think I’m living proof” He gestures to the door he’s fixing.
“I appreciate it very much Joel” he looks up from his knees and you’re leaning on the wall beside him. The angle makes his cock stir once again.
“Glad to help” he faces back to his work. “I know you’re not meant to ask a lady her age but how old are you? Big house like this on your own- forgive me for being curious” Joel’s million dollar question, the one that’s being on the forefront of his mind since he met you. Please say thirty six he thinks.
“I’m twenty four” You just laugh. “Curiosity killed the cat don’t you know” Twelve years, could Joel live with that? Usually no, but for you he think he could make an exception.
“Yeah but satisfaction bought it back”
“Well are you satisfied?” He pauses for a second really thinking about his answer but you save him the hassle. “How old are you?”
“Thirty six”
“Really?”
“You sound shocked”
“You look a lot younger- told you that when I first met you” He finds it endearing you remember your first conversation.
“You did- nice to know you weren’t just buttering me up”
“Me? Never” You gasp sarcastically. “I tried but you won’t accept my food or drinks”
“Well I’m about done here- you got any beer?”
“Joel I’m a girl living alone I don’t have beer” He laughs at that. “Wine cooler maybe?”
“I’ll take it” Joel would have taken anything you gave him just to sit and have a drink with you. He knew he should feel perverted and dirty but the more he gets to know you the more he likes being in your company, you good looks were only an added bonus.
He cleans up the mess he made and says a silent goodbye to all your lacy garments-debating on pocketing one-he meets you downstairs and you hand him a cherry flavoured wine cooler.
"Porch?" You ask and he nods and follows you out to the pink porch swing. You sit and he's hesitant to sit but you pat the spot next to you and he does. "Does this count as payment?" You joke.
"You don't have to pay me"
"I'm trying out my southern hospitality" You pout, again. Every time you do it Joel's resolve crumbles a little bit more.
"Well I'd say you've got it- every job always ends in a drink"
"Lot of lonely housewives down here-sure it doesn't end in something more" Joel knows you're joking he's adamant about it but for the third time his cock stirs in his pants imagining you looking up at him thanking him for his hard work. He just laughs awkwardly and if you could tell you don't say anything.
The pole should have been a tell tale sign, he looks down at the magazine Tommy had dropped by his house in the morning. The magazine had been calling out to him from under his mattress since he got home from work. He flicks through it once more solidifying what he'd seen from the first glimpse Tommy had showed him. You had babysat his child, his sweet innocent daughter. Did Sarah see something she shouldn't have? Joel feels awful second guessing your character but he is a dad first and a pathetic touch starved man second.
Friday night and Joel is bailing his brother out yet again. 'I'll be here all weekend if you don't' Tommy was right and being the loving brother he was he went to bail him out. The only problem was Sarah and the only option he had was you. It's far too late to wake up the Adlers and your lights are still on. So here he is knocking on your door with Sarah in tow.
"Joel is everything okay?" You ask concerned. Still beautiful he thinks even at this hour of the night. Your makeup is done and Joel hopes you don't have plans.
"I have to go bail Tommy out otherwise he'll be in the can all weekend- would you mind watching Sarah for an hour? Only if you're not busy"
"Of course! I'm not busy at all- I would love to" You're excited which usually would be a good sign if it were anyone else but Joel has come to understand you're excited about everything.
"You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure-go get Tommy" More giggles. Sarah rubs her eyes from beside Joel and he bends down to speak to her.
"I'll be back in a hour- you do exactly as she says and be good" He kisses her head. "She's pretty tired- probably crash out on your couch"
"Perfectly fine with me" You smile sweetly.
"An hour tops" He smiles walking back to his truck.
You lead Sarah into the house and get a blanket for her. Joel was right she passed right out on your couch.
An hour and twelve minutes later there's another knock.
"You're twelve minutes late" You speak with faux anger.
"You timin' me?" Joel smirks
"I believe you said it was an hour tops" you laugh.
"What do I owe you for the twelve minutes?"
"A wine cooler"
"That can be arranged" He chuckles.
"She's on my couch passed out-I will let you carry her home" He passes by you with a laugh, missing your conversation with his younger brother.
"Hi Tommy!" You call out the other brother leaving the truck.
"Hi sweetheart- you look better every time I see you" He comes up the driveway with a smirk.
"What's the charge?"
"Defending a woman's honour sweetheart" You laugh at him. "I'd do the same for you all you gotta do is ask"
"But you're a criminal" You gasp jokingly.
"Not your type?" You shake your head with a grin. "What is your type?"
Your living room is pink and Joel's daughter is passed out under a fuzzy leopard print blanket. He starts to notice a pattern, pink and leopard print, leopard print and pink. He scoops Sarah up in the blanket, swearing to himself he will return it and heads back out to you. He sees you and Tommy in conversation and shakes his head slightly.
"He botherin' you?"
"No more than usual" You stick your tongue out at Tommy.
"You've caused enough trouble for one night- house, now"
"'til we meet again sweetheart" He saunters down the path with a slight wobble in his step from the alcohol he'd ingested earlier.
"Sorry about him and thank you for watching her"
"It's fine and I enjoyed it-gets lonely sometimes in this house with just me" Joel really tries to not read into it. "Oh god I sound like one of those lonely housewives!" You cover your face in embarrassment.
"Not at all- sometimes when Sarah is at a sleepover and Tommy is in jail- I feel it too"
"You do?"
"I do"
"So we're both lonely housewives then" And you're back to giggling.
" I guess we are" He laughs, a genuine laugh. All the stress he'd been put under tonight, bailing his brother out and scrambling for a babysitter, it had vanished the minute he'd started talking to you. "Thank you again- I'll return the blanket to you I swear" He speaks walking down the drive.
"Keep it- I have tons"
The next morning when you go to check the mail there's four cherry wine coolers in your mailbox.
Joel liked you before the magazine, looking back he liked you the minute he laid his eyes on you. He didn't care he was twelve years your senior. If anything what he had discovered had only solidified his want for you. You were sweet to him and not only him you extended your care to his daughter and even Tommy despite his forward nature. You flourished in the community and helped other neighbours when they asked. You never bought trouble to the street. Yet you were always the sweetest on Joel, was he reaching? Maybe. Did other people notice? Sometimes. Words from Tommy meant nothing he would think a brick wall was flirting, but when people like the Adlers started to notice then he knew he wasn't crazy. Should he have kissed you? Who knows?
It's a wine cooler night, Joel and you fall into a routine of sitting on your porch drinking cherry wine coolers a couple nights a month. He tells stories from his childhood of him and Tommy and others from when Sarah was a lot younger. He talks and you listen, interjecting when you need to. He would say you were friends now, you've gone past the stages of being neighbourly.
The drinks were 'payment' for a job and neither of you care to remember who was paying who.
"So they were all half inch too short?"
"Yeah can you believe it"
"Tommy did that? Then yes I can" You snort out. You fall into comfortable silence until Joel breaks it.
"What do you do- for work I mean?"
"Just stuff here and there- modelling mostly" You shrug. He's not shocked, with a face like yours he wouldn't expect anything less.
"I can see that" He speaks before thinking.
"You think I'm pretty Joel?" You smirk.
"I didn't mean it like-"
"It's fine I think you're pretty"
"You do?"
"Of course I do" You say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well I do think you're pretty" He avoids eye contact, choosing to look at the sun setting on the cul de sac instead of you.
"How pretty?" You press.
He looks at you confused and you sit with a smug smile. He thinks on the question, and then looks down at your long legs resting in front of you with a pair of kitten heels on your feet.His gaze travel up to your chest where your lacy bra is just peeking out over your tank top and then finally he settles on your face. After all the time he's spent in your company he still hasn't been able to find a single flaw and even the textbook flaws like pimples, he thinks they only add to your beauty. He thinks about your personality and how you can captivate and make him feel like he's the most important person on earth with just a few words. You always listen and you always remember things about him and about Sarah. Details he thinks are insignificant, you remember and bring it up in conversation a month later. You're a catch, the full package and perverted thoughts be damned. You're still watching him and if you listened hard enough you might be able to hear the voice in his brain say 'fuck it'.
He leans in and uses his hand to hold the back of your head so he can slot his lips over yours. You kiss him back immediately and he almost lets out a whimper. You're so soft and you taste of cherries. You both kiss like your lives depend on it. It turns from sweet to sloppy and hungry. You moan into him and bring your hand up to rest on the forearm of the hand holding your head. Joel breaks away first but keeps his hand behind your head.
"'M sorry" He whispers
"Please dont apologise" You whisper through a chuckle.
"I'm too old to be kissing like a teenager" He chuckles
"I thought it was hot" He presses a sweet kiss to your lips and lets you out of his hold."I should probably head to bed" You say looking at the gap where the sun was.
"Me too" Joel speaks.
"Can I have a kiss goodnight?" You ask like butter wouldn't melt as if you weren't moaning into his mouth a few moments before. Joel stands up and turns to face you bracing his hands on the swing either side of your head. He leans down and presses his lips to yours once again. You crane your head up to somehow get closer to him. He breaks away and rest his forehead against yours, both of you giggling.
"Goodnight Joel"
"Goodnight darlin'"
The second Joel crosses over into his bedroom, the door is locked, his shirt is off and his trousers are down just enough to release himself. His boxers are down in record time and his hand is wrapped around himself pumping his hard shaft that had been begging for attention the minute he sat down on your porch swing. Your moans are playing on a loop in his head as he sucks breaths in through gritted teeth. His hand works overtime and he feels like a teenager again jerking off to a mere kiss. His release comes in a flash and he's spilling all over his stomach.
That was yesterday and this morning is when Tommy dropped the bomb. He didn't mean to look. He can clear his conscience for the first peek but anything after that was all him.
"Joel!" Tommy shouts out from the bottoms of the stairs. "You decent?"
"Yeah-" He doesn't get to ask questions before he hears his brother bounding up the stairs.
"You're not gonna believe this"
"Believe what?"
"Picked up a little dirty mag- you know"
"Tommy"
"Well last night I was flicking through it and I saw someone who looked very familiar"
"Who?"
"Don't freak out-"
"Who Tommy? The younger brother pulls a magazine from behind his back and flicks it open to a page.
"Your fuckin' smoking hot neighbour man" Tommy's not lying, there you are in all your glory. You look perfect is all Joel can think.
"Put that away"
Tommy complies throwing it on the bed behind Joel.
"I didn't mean there"
"She's sweet on you Joel, you deserve it god knows what she sees in you" Tommy teases walking off. Joel shoves the magazine under his mattress and follows suit after his brother.
He's alone and that feeling seeps in through the cracks, Sarah's at a sleepover and Tommy is god knows where. Your lights are on. The magazine burns a hole through his mattress and calls his name through the emptiness of the house. One time he will look one time.
The first photo you're in lingerie. The next few you've taken the bra off. The last couple you're fully bare And the very last one you’re posed on a pole taunting him. Joel felt guilty before now he feels like a criminal. Throughout all the emotions he's sporting a raging hard on. The most perfect woman he's seen laid bare for him even if it was on a cut down tree. He shuts the pages putting it back under his bed. One cold shower later and more temptation he's looking again. He goes and has something to eat and then looks again.
He just sits and stares at the photos, unsure of what to do with the information, he peeks out his bedroom window to see your lights are still on. All the reminiscing and the signs were all there. The stripper pole, the shopping, the lacy garments, the sports car, the never leaving for work in the morning. You didn't have a regular job, you had money to spend on a house and all the stuff in the shopping bags because your job paid well evidently. The stripper pole might have just been for fun. He looks down at the page once more and then to your still illuminated lights. His brain says 'fuck it' once more and a few minutes later he's knocking on your door.
"To what do I owe the pleasure" you ask half seductively half joking.
"I saw you in a magazine" He blurts out.
"Didn't have you down a dirty mag kinda guy Joel" You laugh.
"You're not mad?"
"Every magazine that's bought I make some money-so no" You shrug.
"I didn't buy it"
"A dirty mag enjoyer and a thief!" You giggle.
"I didn't steal it- Tommy boughtand he showed it to me" He reasons.
"You've redeemed yourself"
"Model huh?" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I didn't lie"
"'M not saying you did" He defends himself.
"Did you at least like the pictures?"
"Like them? I've been staring at them since I got home" You both laugh at his words. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful" He confesses.
"Thank you Joel"
"Am I a pervert?" He asks in a playful manner but there is desperation under the surface.
"Of course not"
"I feel like one- twelve years younger than me and I'm jackin' off like a kid"
"Jacking off?" You muse.
"Yeah"
"I could've helped" His head snaps up to look at you.
"You can't just say things like that"
"Why not?"
"Because it's really hard for me to resist all the urges I have right now" Joel reasons.
"Why do you have to resist? We're both adults here"
"Wanted to take you on a date-treat ya like a lady" His accent gets thicker when he's frustrated.
"We can do that after maybe?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
It's all the confirmation he's needs before he's surging towards you, hands on your hips and lips pressed to yours in an immediately hungry kiss. He kicks the door shut behind him and leads you back to your stairs.
"Jump" he muffles out against your lips. You follow his orders and his hands rest underneath your thighs. The leopard silk robe had come back to haunt him and he's dying to find out what you have on underneath it. He carries you up the stairs, despite his weathered knees.
"Should I have that conversation with your knees now" He feels you giggle into his neck. "They're not doing too bad- I think you're a liar" You tease.
He laughs with you and kick open the door to your room. The pole in all its glory greets him and he fights the smirk.
"You do any tricks on that thing?" He says sitting you down on the bed.
"You gotta pocket full of ones?"
" 'fraid not" He pouts.
"Then no I can't-although I do them for people after they take me on a date"
"Incentive I like it" he smirks kicking off his boots. He sits down next to you and picks you up like a rag doll so you're straddling his lap. "I've been thinking 'bout this since I laid my eyes on you"
"I've been thinking the same Joel" One of your hands comes to play with the hair in the nape of his neck. He kisses your lips sweetly and moves his hands to the tie on your robe. He lets it fall open and he clenches his jaw to stop it from falling open.
"What did I do to deserve this huh?" He doesn't know where to look first. He was expecting some racy two piece but you're completely bare.
"Better than the photos?"
"They don't even compare" He growls picking you up and throwing you on the bed behind him. It no shock you're a fit of giggles. He pulls his shirt over his head and comes to crawl over you, he hasn't touched you yet and it's because he doesn't know where to start.
"Will you please touch me?" You ask when his face reaches yours.
"Where?" He teases.
"You know where"
"Not if you don't tell me" You huff out a breath.
"Please will you touch my pussy Joel" you bring your face up to whisper in his ear. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine.
"With what?"
"Your mouth please" It comes out so sweet Joel is confused as to how your teeth haven't rotted. He kisses down your neck and then your sternum and then your stomach until he comes to rest just above where you need him. You start to squirm and he grabs your thighs parting them so he can take a look at his meal.
"Looks good enough to eat baby"
"Please do" You whine.
He doesn't make you wait any longer, he dives straight in like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and the sound makes Joel groan into you. He ruts his hips against your soft bed as he places his tongue flat against your clit. He licks and sucks and speaks in broken mumbles. You can make out a few 'so goods' and curses from over your moans and whimpers.
He nearly passes out when a hand reaches into his hair and scrapes his scalp. He moans loudly against you and the vibrations make your legs shake with pleasure.
"Please don't stop Joel" You whine.
He leans back yet he doesn't take his eyes off of your dripping core.
"Stop? Pretty girl I don't ever want to leave this spot"
You both giggle and you lean up on your elbows to take a look at the man. He looks a wreck, face glistening with your arousal and his hair messy from your hands tugging on it. He leans back down with his big brown eyes still burning right into yours.
"So wet baby- and messy" His breath is ragged as he speaks.
"You like it?"
His gaze snaps up to find yours as he licks his lips.
"Best pussy I've ever tasted baby" He smirks.
He dives back in with one goal in mind- making his smoking hot neighbour come on his tongue. You're a panting and mewling mess from Joel's ministrations and it only spurs him on. He licks, sucks and bites like a mad man until your grasp on his hair grows tighter and your thighs start to spasm around his head.
"Joel!" You cry out, back arched off of the sheets and the hand that wasn't in his hair was grasping onto them for dear life.
"C'mon baby- want it all over my face"
"Please I'm gonna-" you gasp, your hands borderline scalping Joel "'m gonna come" you whimper.
Joel already knew, sucking on your abused clit until he tipped you over the edge. Your vision goes white and all the nerves in your body are flooded with pleasure. Joel groans out as if he was having an orgasm too but just the fact he got to eat your sloppy little pussy until you came is all the pleasure he needs.
He tries to clean you up with his mouth but you feebly attempt to push his head away.
"Messy baby" He fake chastises.
"Please fuck me Joel" It comes out weak and Joel barely hears it but at the same time he could never miss it.
"You want my cock pretty girl?" He comes up so he's hovering over you. Wet, swollen lips and eyes wide with a dumb grin.
"Please" You chuckle. "I'll pay you with a wine cooler" You joke.
"No payment needed- it's my pleasure- really" he shuffles off the bed, beating his record from yesterday of getting his trousers off the fastest. His boxers follow suit and he's back on the bed in no time.
"You want me to wear-"
"No need" You smirk and he chokes out a breath. You reach out to touch him, pumping your hand a few times around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. "Need it Joel"
"Spoilt girl" he fake tuts.
He lines himself up and pushes in, in one long thrust.
Joel's body almost betrays him at the first feel of you wrapped around him. All the longing and fantasising comes to the forefront of his mind and he's two seconds from the whole ordeal being over.
"Move Joel" You whine through ragged breaths. He's breathing deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to focus on anything but your pussy dripping all over him.
He dares to take a peek down to where your bodies are joined and his hips stutter on their own accord, his flicks his gaze up to your face and you have a dopey smile looking up at him. He pull his hips back just to snap them back a second later.
You're loud. His hips fall into a rhythm and you're a mess underneath him.
"You're not-not getting shy on me?" You choke out. He groans- you're clamping down on him and he's lost for words- solely focused on your pleasure.
"For once I'm speechless pretty girl" His voices is strained and it sounds painful to speak. "Fuckin' tight little pussy baby" His dick might have well been in a vice from how firmly you had a hold of him.
"Wanna ride you" His hips stop so he can really take in your words.
"Yeah? Wanna sit on my cock baby- get all full" He taunts-suddenly finding his confidence. You only moan and nod with a great sense of eagerness. He picks you up, still connected with him and sits on the edge of the bed with you perched in his lap.
"Now-now you're just showing off" You laugh/moan out.
"Only the best for you pretty girl"
He hasn't even taken the robe off of you, your hairs a mess of curls and the eye makeup you neglected to take off is smudged. Joel thinks it's one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen. Your hands cling around his shoulders as you sink back down, his head flies back and you place soft kisses up to his ear.
"You're so deep" You whisper in shock.
"Takin' me so well- like a pro baby" Joel raises his head to get a good look at when you start moving up and down on his length.
He thought he was cursed- maybe a horrible dictator in a past life when you moved in. He realises now he was a saint. Your thighs shake on top of his as you claw at his bare shoulders, leaving marks with your manicured nails that have haunted his every dream since he saw you. He won't be able to ever look at the leopard print robe the same way again. He moves his eyes from your face to the shiny, sleek pole behind him and he smirks. It gives him a boost of confidence because his hips raise to meet you halfway in your thrusts.
"Joel it's so fucking good" your head drops into the crook of his neck.
"Little pussy don't wanna let me go" He feels needy and possessive and wants to claim you as his. He thinks of the annual street barbecue- he could walk in with you on one arm and Sarah on the other. Maybe Denise would stop asking him round for drink if she saw the pair of you.
"Nuh uh don't let go Joel-please" You beg.
"Want me all to yourself pretty girl-keep me here forever?" His hand comes to press on the bulge he's making in your lower stomach. You cry out his name- hips pausing their movements so it's just Joel fucking up into you. He smirks a sickly, smug smile and uses the same hand to focus on the bundle of nerves resting just above where you meet.
"Oh- god" your back arches impossibly and you fall into him- letting him use you however he pleases now. "Gonna com-
"Give it to me baby" His spare hand grips your hip holding you so he can pound into you like a crazy man. You lift your head and he sees your eyes rolling back- thigh muscles tightening. Then he feels it. You whimper like a kicked puppy and clamp down on him- seconds from release. One more swipe of his hand and your orgasm takes over.
He watches you twitch and shake on top of him- soaking his lower half in the process.
"There she is" he drawls out. He surprised he's managed to make you come before himself but he's right on the cusp of his own release.
"Can you come inside me- please Joel?" You're fucked out and dazed but the words send shockwaves down his back and he's cumming inside of you before the words register in his brain. His body locks into place and he holds your hips flush with his as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. He's whining and whimpering and probably sounds pathetic but he couldn't give a shit. The most perfect woman he's even seen completely full of him-in every sense. You both moan and groan and whine chasing the high you are both sharing.
You lean back to stare at into his eyes and he does the same once his breathing is back to normal.
"Nothing like southern hospitality" you laugh breaking the quiet of the house. His cock is softening and both of your juices are coating both sets of thighs- not one of you seems to care. Your hands are playing with his hair and his are on your hips just resting there. He laughs with you- forgetting Tommy's discovery but not before thanking the gods above for it.
This is rushed af sorry. there will be a part 2 to this in future ;)))) strippers and sex workers have me in a chokehold (I am one of you)
dilf neighbour Joel x glamour model reader.
WARNINGS MDNI: age gap 24&36. Sarah exists and I aged her down for the plot. Alcohol, P in V sex. Male masturbation.
WORD COUNT: 6.8k
Requests are open I am just bad at doing them soooooorry
Joel thinks hes losing it from getting older.
He always wondered how a girl of your age could afford a place like the house next to his, not only afford but why would you want to move there? He thought about how you never seemed to go anywhere. No leaving for work early in the morning to pay the bills. He sees you come home with piles of shopping bags crammed into the back of a sleek sporty looking car every couple of weeks. You always throw him a wave with perfectly painted nails whenever you see him, always have time on your hands to do whatever it is you get up to. He looks down to what Tommy dropped off this morning and things start to make sense.
He can remember the day you moved in.
He hears the sports car, blaring a girly pop song, breaking the peace and quiet of the cul de sac he called home before he sees it. He can hear muffled laughter and conversation and he can only assume the vacant house next door has been bought. His suspicions are proved right as he leaves the garage to see what all the commotion is about.
Boxes and boxes are being lifted into the humble property by movers from out the back of a truck. It’s only a beat later when he first sees you. Joel wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve this. Even from a distance it does nothing to dilute your beauty, even the movers are captivated by you and it makes Joel let out a chuckle. You carry a box into what is now your house and Joel lets out a deep breath to compose himself. The attempt to compose himself doesn’t last long before he hears someone yell.
“Hi!” He looks up on instinct and you’re looking right at him from the porch of your house, your hand is up waving excitedly at him. He hesitates but waves back with a small smile thinking this would be the end of the interaction. You start walking-sauntering over to him in a pair of heels, Joel wonders what type of person would wear heels to move into a house but he’s secretly happy you decided to. “Sorry about the noise- did we bother you?” You half laugh at him coming to stand at the end of his front lawn.
“Not at all” he shrugs off playing it cool and walking down to meet you up close. You look even better face to face, even if he tried his hardest he wouldn’t be able to find a flaw on your face. He realises he should introduce himself but you’re staring directly in his eyes and he loses his train of thought. His eye line falters for just a second to take a peek at your cleavage poking out of your tank top.
”‘M Joel” he extends his hand and you accept it and tell him your name in a sweet tone. It plays on a loop in his head and the pillow soft touch of your hand makes his neck burn.
“Anything I should know about this place?” You turn half way to point to your house. “No bloody murders or anything someone failed to mention” you giggle.
“They didn’t tell you?” Joel’s tone makes you stop giggling.
“No?”
“ ‘m kidding- bad joke I’m sorry” He laughs.
“Asshole” And you’re back to giggling, hitting his arm in a playful way.
“No bloody murders I’m afraid”
“I bought a bat to keep next to my bed anyway”
“Smart girl”
“ I’ve never lived alone so it seemed logical” Joel didn’t hear anything after alone.
“Alone?”
“Alone” You state proudly.
“Well- congratulations” He smiles.
“Thank you Joel” A finger comes up to twirl some of your hair. “You live alone?”
“Me? No my daughter Sarah lives with me and my brother is here so much he might as well live here” It makes you chuckle.
“How old is Sarah?”
“She’ll be nine in a few months-but I don’t like to think about it - makes me feel old” His laugh is nervous now.
“Well you don’t look it” It could come off as flirting but Joel doesn’t get his hopes up. He doesn’t even know how old you are.
“I appreciate it but tell that to my knees”
“I’ll be sure to let them know” Joel doesn’t want to think of you at knee height. “I should probably get back to actually moving in- it was nice to meet you Joel” You smile sweetly.
“Likewise- you need anything don’t hesitate to ask- we’re real friendly around these parts”
“I’ll keep it in mind thanks”
He watches you walk back and his gaze drops to the tiny shorts you’ve decided on wearing today. He realises he’s in for a long ride and decides he was a bad man in a past life to be sent such a curse.
The memory sends a small smile to Joel’s face, he thinks of all the signs he missed in such a small interaction. He ponders on all the signs he missed.
It’s a few days until Joel sees you again after your initial introduction.
“Joel!” He turns and you’re in a leopard print robe and a pair of slippers. Your hair is in perfectly placed rollers and Joel still thinks you’re one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. You wave at him from your mailbox and he waves back at you in a neighbourly way.
“I got my first piece of mail!” Joel wonders if you get excited over everything or is the mail just an exception. “Oh! Never mind they messed it up- it’s for you” You cross the threshold once again and he meets you halfway this time. “Joel Miller” You hand the envelope to him with a small pout.
“Sad about the no mail?” You look up at him. “you’ll get some” he laughs.
You’re about to speak when a voice comes from behind the both of you.
“Dad are you ready?” And a mop of bouncing curls comes bounding down the driveway.
“You must be Sarah!” You bend down a little bit to introduce yourself to Joel’s daughter but it gives Joel a perfect view down your robe. He wants the ground to swallow him up and he’s only broken out of the thoughts in his head by his daughter’s laughter. You’re giggling along with her, and playing with her hair. “What a beautiful girl” you coo.
“Doesn’t get it from me” He stares longingly at Sarah, he’s looking anywhere but at you.
“She doesn’t?” Joel’s neck almost snaps from his daughter to you.
“Joel c’mon man what you doin’ out here?” A fourth voice comes from behind you for the second time.
“Your brother?”
“Unfortunately”
“What do we have here?” The second Miller brother joins the party at the end of the driveway. “Where has my brother been hiding you?”
“Tommy” Joel scolds him. You giggle nonetheless.
“Tommy Miller-the better looking brother” he holds out his hand and when your hand reaches his he brings it up to kiss the back of your hand.
“Gross” Sarah grumbles.
“It’s nice to meet you- Joel told me about you- I live next door” The hand Tommy had kissed is now pointing to the house next door.
“With your boyfriend?”
“Tommy stop” Joel scolds for the second time.
“Nope- no boyfriend-just me”
“That’s great news” And of course you just giggle.
“We’re gonna be late uncle Tommy” Sarah complains in a sing song tone.
“She’s right- pack it up”
“I’ll see you in my dreams sweetheart” Tommy speaks before lighting up a cigarette and heading to the truck parked in Joel’s drive.
“Sorry ‘bout him-reckon he was dropped as a baby”
“Don’t worry about it- I get it all the time” You think aloud. “Sorry that was-“
“‘M sure you do” Joel is playing with fire now.
You don’t reply, just meeting Joel’s eye with a playful glint in yours.
“Dad” Sarah breaks the trance both of you were in.
“I gotta go” He says reluctantly.
“Yes. Sorry for keeping you all” You breathe out “It was lovely to meet you Sarah”
“It was nice to meet you too” The girl walks off with a wave, clambering into her uncle’s truck.
“So polite”
“Doesn’t ge-“
“Doesn’t get it from you- I beg to differ Joel” You laugh walking away from the man and heading back home with a wave over your shoulder.
When Joel gets in the truck he knows Tommy is itching to say something.
“Not a word”
It was one of the first signs that you probably didn’t have a regular 9-5. Everyone leaving for work and school and you were lounging around in a robe and rollers yet Joel was none the wiser. He suddenly thinks of how clueless he had really been.
The knock at the door is unusual for a Sunday afternoon but Joel is pleasantly surprised to see you at his door.
“Hi sorry -am I bothering you?” You ask sheepishly.
“Hi- no of course not. Everything okay?”
“Yeah well I’m having some troubles with my closet door-“
“You want me to take a look?” In the few months you had lived there your neighbour relationship had never passed the doors of either of your houses.
“Do you mind?” You pout and if Joel was a shittier man he would have kissed the pout away.
“Not at all- lemme grab a few tools” You let out an excited squeal and skip back to your home.
Before he’s over the doorframe you’re offering him a cold drink and food or anything to seem like a good hostess. He declines with a laugh and you lead him to the problem door. It’s in your bedroom, of course it is. The room smells like vanilla and the sheets on your bed are silk leopard print. The carpet is soft and there’s proof you exist everywhere. The bat you mentioned the first time you met sits proudly next to your nightstand, a random article of clothing strewn here, a picture of you with other people there, CDs of people Joel has never even heard of next to a bright pink stereo. But the elephant in the room is the pole.
“Didn’t have you down as a firefighter” He tried to joke but you look at him cluelessly. He nods his head to the pole in the middle of the room.
“Oh!” You laugh.
“No Dalmatian runnin’ around is there?”
“He’s at the station I’m afraid” You joke and he watches you laugh, lightly doing to same.
“So the door” He moves on from the pole, his head becoming increasingly full of images of you twirling around it in those heels you're always wearing.
“Yes! The door”
You show him the issue and he says it shouldn’t take long, he opens the door to your closet and he wished he never agreed to come over here. There’s lace and frills burning into his eyes. He plays it cool but it’s extremely hard when your underwear and clothes- if that’s what we’re calling them are staring right at him. They all look like off cuts of real clothes and all that’s coming to mind is you wearing nothing but the scraps of fabric. He shakes it off and gets to work, he was expecting you to go about your day but you stay and make conversation with him.
“Have you lived here your whole life?”
“Yeah I grew up not too far from here- got the house when Sarah was born” He hopes you don’t pry too much on those days of his life. “How come you moved out here?”
“The convenience- close enough to the city but far away enough to have a sense of normality” You snort.
“But you’re not from here? Texas I mean”
“No sir” Joel’s cock stirs in his pants.
“I can tell”
“How so?”
“Accent -or lack thereof”
“It’s a bummer- I love your accent”
“You do?”
“Yeah it’s all no ma’am and yes ma’am- they were right about southern hospitality by the way” You’re giggling.
“Like to think I’m living proof” He gestures to the door he’s fixing.
“I appreciate it very much Joel” he looks up from his knees and you’re leaning on the wall beside him. The angle makes his cock stir once again.
“Glad to help” he faces back to his work. “I know you’re not meant to ask a lady her age but how old are you? Big house like this on your own- forgive me for being curious” Joel’s million dollar question, the one that’s being on the forefront of his mind since he met you. Please say thirty six he thinks.
“I’m twenty four” You just laugh. “Curiosity killed the cat don’t you know” Twelve years, could Joel live with that? Usually no, but for you he think he could make an exception.
“Yeah but satisfaction bought it back”
“Well are you satisfied?” He pauses for a second really thinking about his answer but you save him the hassle. “How old are you?”
“Thirty six”
“Really?”
“You sound shocked”
“You look a lot younger- told you that when I first met you” He finds it endearing you remember your first conversation.
“You did- nice to know you weren’t just buttering me up”
“Me? Never” You gasp sarcastically. “I tried but you won’t accept my food or drinks”
“Well I’m about done here- you got any beer?”
“Joel I’m a girl living alone I don’t have beer” He laughs at that. “Wine cooler maybe?”
“I’ll take it” Joel would have taken anything you gave him just to sit and have a drink with you. He knew he should feel perverted and dirty but the more he gets to know you the more he likes being in your company, you good looks were only an added bonus.
He cleans up the mess he made and says a silent goodbye to all your lacy garments-debating on pocketing one-he meets you downstairs and you hand him a cherry flavoured wine cooler.
"Porch?" You ask and he nods and follows you out to the pink porch swing. You sit and he's hesitant to sit but you pat the spot next to you and he does. "Does this count as payment?" You joke.
"You don't have to pay me"
"I'm trying out my southern hospitality" You pout, again. Every time you do it Joel's resolve crumbles a little bit more.
"Well I'd say you've got it- every job always ends in a drink"
"Lot of lonely housewives down here-sure it doesn't end in something more" Joel knows you're joking he's adamant about it but for the third time his cock stirs in his pants imagining you looking up at him thanking him for his hard work. He just laughs awkwardly and if you could tell you don't say anything.
The pole should have been a tell tale sign, he looks down at the magazine Tommy had dropped by his house in the morning. The magazine had been calling out to him from under his mattress since he got home from work. He flicks through it once more solidifying what he'd seen from the first glimpse Tommy had showed him. You had babysat his child, his sweet innocent daughter. Did Sarah see something she shouldn't have? Joel feels awful second guessing your character but he is a dad first and a pathetic touch starved man second.
Friday night and Joel is bailing his brother out yet again. 'I'll be here all weekend if you don't' Tommy was right and being the loving brother he was he went to bail him out. The only problem was Sarah and the only option he had was you. It's far too late to wake up the Adlers and your lights are still on. So here he is knocking on your door with Sarah in tow.
"Joel is everything okay?" You ask concerned. Still beautiful he thinks even at this hour of the night. Your makeup is done and Joel hopes you don't have plans.
"I have to go bail Tommy out otherwise he'll be in the can all weekend- would you mind watching Sarah for an hour? Only if you're not busy"
"Of course! I'm not busy at all- I would love to" You're excited which usually would be a good sign if it were anyone else but Joel has come to understand you're excited about everything.
"You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure-go get Tommy" More giggles. Sarah rubs her eyes from beside Joel and he bends down to speak to her.
"I'll be back in a hour- you do exactly as she says and be good" He kisses her head. "She's pretty tired- probably crash out on your couch"
"Perfectly fine with me" You smile sweetly.
"An hour tops" He smiles walking back to his truck.
You lead Sarah into the house and get a blanket for her. Joel was right she passed right out on your couch.
An hour and twelve minutes later there's another knock.
"You're twelve minutes late" You speak with faux anger.
"You timin' me?" Joel smirks
"I believe you said it was an hour tops" you laugh.
"What do I owe you for the twelve minutes?"
"A wine cooler"
"That can be arranged" He chuckles.
"She's on my couch passed out-I will let you carry her home" He passes by you with a laugh, missing your conversation with his younger brother.
"Hi Tommy!" You call out the other brother leaving the truck.
"Hi sweetheart- you look better every time I see you" He comes up the driveway with a smirk.
"What's the charge?"
"Defending a woman's honour sweetheart" You laugh at him. "I'd do the same for you all you gotta do is ask"
"But you're a criminal" You gasp jokingly.
"Not your type?" You shake your head with a grin. "What is your type?"
Your living room is pink and Joel's daughter is passed out under a fuzzy leopard print blanket. He starts to notice a pattern, pink and leopard print, leopard print and pink. He scoops Sarah up in the blanket, swearing to himself he will return it and heads back out to you. He sees you and Tommy in conversation and shakes his head slightly.
"He botherin' you?"
"No more than usual" You stick your tongue out at Tommy.
"You've caused enough trouble for one night- house, now"
"'til we meet again sweetheart" He saunters down the path with a slight wobble in his step from the alcohol he'd ingested earlier.
"Sorry about him and thank you for watching her"
"It's fine and I enjoyed it-gets lonely sometimes in this house with just me" Joel really tries to not read into it. "Oh god I sound like one of those lonely housewives!" You cover your face in embarrassment.
"Not at all- sometimes when Sarah is at a sleepover and Tommy is in jail- I feel it too"
"You do?"
"I do"
"So we're both lonely housewives then" And you're back to giggling.
" I guess we are" He laughs, a genuine laugh. All the stress he'd been put under tonight, bailing his brother out and scrambling for a babysitter, it had vanished the minute he'd started talking to you. "Thank you again- I'll return the blanket to you I swear" He speaks walking down the drive.
"Keep it- I have tons"
The next morning when you go to check the mail there's four cherry wine coolers in your mailbox.
Joel liked you before the magazine, looking back he liked you the minute he laid his eyes on you. He didn't care he was twelve years your senior. If anything what he had discovered had only solidified his want for you. You were sweet to him and not only him you extended your care to his daughter and even Tommy despite his forward nature. You flourished in the community and helped other neighbours when they asked. You never bought trouble to the street. Yet you were always the sweetest on Joel, was he reaching? Maybe. Did other people notice? Sometimes. Words from Tommy meant nothing he would think a brick wall was flirting, but when people like the Adlers started to notice then he knew he wasn't crazy. Should he have kissed you? Who knows?
It's a wine cooler night, Joel and you fall into a routine of sitting on your porch drinking cherry wine coolers a couple nights a month. He tells stories from his childhood of him and Tommy and others from when Sarah was a lot younger. He talks and you listen, interjecting when you need to. He would say you were friends now, you've gone past the stages of being neighbourly.
The drinks were 'payment' for a job and neither of you care to remember who was paying who.
"So they were all half inch too short?"
"Yeah can you believe it"
"Tommy did that? Then yes I can" You snort out. You fall into comfortable silence until Joel breaks it.
"What do you do- for work I mean?"
"Just stuff here and there- modelling mostly" You shrug. He's not shocked, with a face like yours he wouldn't expect anything less.
"I can see that" He speaks before thinking.
"You think I'm pretty Joel?" You smirk.
"I didn't mean it like-"
"It's fine I think you're pretty"
"You do?"
"Of course I do" You say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well I do think you're pretty" He avoids eye contact, choosing to look at the sun setting on the cul de sac instead of you.
"How pretty?" You press.
He looks at you confused and you sit with a smug smile. He thinks on the question, and then looks down at your long legs resting in front of you with a pair of kitten heels on your feet.His gaze travel up to your chest where your lacy bra is just peeking out over your tank top and then finally he settles on your face. After all the time he's spent in your company he still hasn't been able to find a single flaw and even the textbook flaws like pimples, he thinks they only add to your beauty. He thinks about your personality and how you can captivate and make him feel like he's the most important person on earth with just a few words. You always listen and you always remember things about him and about Sarah. Details he thinks are insignificant, you remember and bring it up in conversation a month later. You're a catch, the full package and perverted thoughts be damned. You're still watching him and if you listened hard enough you might be able to hear the voice in his brain say 'fuck it'.
He leans in and uses his hand to hold the back of your head so he can slot his lips over yours. You kiss him back immediately and he almost lets out a whimper. You're so soft and you taste of cherries. You both kiss like your lives depend on it. It turns from sweet to sloppy and hungry. You moan into him and bring your hand up to rest on the forearm of the hand holding your head. Joel breaks away first but keeps his hand behind your head.
"'M sorry" He whispers
"Please dont apologise" You whisper through a chuckle.
"I'm too old to be kissing like a teenager" He chuckles
"I thought it was hot" He presses a sweet kiss to your lips and lets you out of his hold."I should probably head to bed" You say looking at the gap where the sun was.
"Me too" Joel speaks.
"Can I have a kiss goodnight?" You ask like butter wouldn't melt as if you weren't moaning into his mouth a few moments before. Joel stands up and turns to face you bracing his hands on the swing either side of your head. He leans down and presses his lips to yours once again. You crane your head up to somehow get closer to him. He breaks away and rest his forehead against yours, both of you giggling.
"Goodnight Joel"
"Goodnight darlin'"
The second Joel crosses over into his bedroom, the door is locked, his shirt is off and his trousers are down just enough to release himself. His boxers are down in record time and his hand is wrapped around himself pumping his hard shaft that had been begging for attention the minute he sat down on your porch swing. Your moans are playing on a loop in his head as he sucks breaths in through gritted teeth. His hand works overtime and he feels like a teenager again jerking off to a mere kiss. His release comes in a flash and he's spilling all over his stomach.
That was yesterday and this morning is when Tommy dropped the bomb. He didn't mean to look. He can clear his conscience for the first peek but anything after that was all him.
"Joel!" Tommy shouts out from the bottoms of the stairs. "You decent?"
"Yeah-" He doesn't get to ask questions before he hears his brother bounding up the stairs.
"You're not gonna believe this"
"Believe what?"
"Picked up a little dirty mag- you know"
"Tommy"
"Well last night I was flicking through it and I saw someone who looked very familiar"
"Who?"
"Don't freak out-"
"Who Tommy? The younger brother pulls a magazine from behind his back and flicks it open to a page.
"Your fuckin' smoking hot neighbour man" Tommy's not lying, there you are in all your glory. You look perfect is all Joel can think.
"Put that away"
Tommy complies throwing it on the bed behind Joel.
"I didn't mean there"
"She's sweet on you Joel, you deserve it god knows what she sees in you" Tommy teases walking off. Joel shoves the magazine under his mattress and follows suit after his brother.
He's alone and that feeling seeps in through the cracks, Sarah's at a sleepover and Tommy is god knows where. Your lights are on. The magazine burns a hole through his mattress and calls his name through the emptiness of the house. One time he will look one time.
The first photo you're in lingerie. The next few you've taken the bra off. The last couple you're fully bare And the very last one you’re posed on a pole taunting him. Joel felt guilty before now he feels like a criminal. Throughout all the emotions he's sporting a raging hard on. The most perfect woman he's seen laid bare for him even if it was on a cut down tree. He shuts the pages putting it back under his bed. One cold shower later and more temptation he's looking again. He goes and has something to eat and then looks again.
He just sits and stares at the photos, unsure of what to do with the information, he peeks out his bedroom window to see your lights are still on. All the reminiscing and the signs were all there. The stripper pole, the shopping, the lacy garments, the sports car, the never leaving for work in the morning. You didn't have a regular job, you had money to spend on a house and all the stuff in the shopping bags because your job paid well evidently. The stripper pole might have just been for fun. He looks down at the page once more and then to your still illuminated lights. His brain says 'fuck it' once more and a few minutes later he's knocking on your door.
"To what do I owe the pleasure" you ask half seductively half joking.
"I saw you in a magazine" He blurts out.
"Didn't have you down a dirty mag kinda guy Joel" You laugh.
"You're not mad?"
"Every magazine that's bought I make some money-so no" You shrug.
"I didn't buy it"
"A dirty mag enjoyer and a thief!" You giggle.
"I didn't steal it- Tommy bought it and he showed it to me" He reasons.
"You've redeemed yourself"
"Model huh?" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I didn't lie"
"'M not saying you did" He defends himself.
"Did you at least like the pictures?"
"Like them? I've been staring at them since I got home" You both laugh at his words. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful" He confesses.
"Thank you Joel"
"Am I a pervert?" He asks in a playful manner but there is desperation under the surface.
"Of course not"
"I feel like one- twelve years younger than me and I'm jackin' off like a kid"
"Jacking off?" You muse.
"Yeah"
"I could've helped" His head snaps up to look at you.
"You can't just say things like that"
"Why not?"
"Because it's really hard for me to resist all the urges I have right now" Joel reasons.
"Why do you have to resist? We're both adults here"
"Wanted to take you on a date-treat ya like a lady" His accent gets thicker when he's frustrated.
"We can do that after maybe?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
It's all the confirmation he's needs before he's surging towards you, hands on your hips and lips pressed to yours in an immediately hungry kiss. He kicks the door shut behind him and leads you back to your stairs.
"Jump" he muffles out against your lips. You follow his orders and his hands rest underneath your thighs. The leopard silk robe had come back to haunt him and he's dying to find out what you have on underneath it. He carries you up the stairs, despite his weathered knees.
"Should I have that conversation with your knees now" He feels you giggle into his neck. "They're not doing too bad- I think you're a liar" You tease.
He laughs with you and kick open the door to your room. The pole in all its glory greets him and he fights the smirk.
"You do any tricks on that thing?" He says sitting you down on the bed.
"You gotta pocket full of ones?"
" 'fraid not" He pouts.
"Then no I can't-although I do them for people after they take me on a date"
"Incentive I like it" he smirks kicking off his boots. He sits down next to you and picks you up like a rag doll so you're straddling his lap. "I've been thinking 'bout this since I laid my eyes on you"
"I've been thinking the same Joel" One of your hands comes to play with the hair in the nape of his neck. He kisses your lips sweetly and moves his hands to the tie on your robe. He lets it fall open and he clenches his jaw to stop it from falling open.
"What did I do to deserve this huh?" He doesn't know where to look first. He was expecting some racy two piece but you're completely bare.
"Better than the photos?"
"They don't even compare" He growls picking you up and throwing you on the bed behind him. It no shock you're a fit of giggles. He pulls his shirt over his head and comes to crawl over you, he hasn't touched you yet and it's because he doesn't know where to start.
"Will you please touch me?" You ask when his face reaches yours.
"Where?" He teases.
"You know where"
"Not if you don't tell me" You huff out a breath.
"Please will you touch my pussy Joel" you bring your face up to whisper in his ear. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine.
"With what?"
"Your mouth please" It comes out so sweet Joel is confused as to how your teeth haven't rotted. He kisses down your neck and then your sternum and then your stomach until he comes to rest just above where you need him. You start to squirm and he grabs your thighs parting them so he can take a look at his meal.
"Looks good enough to eat baby"
"Please do" You whine.
He doesn't make you wait any longer, he dives straight in like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and the sound makes Joel groan into you. He ruts his hips against your soft bed as he places his tongue flat against your clit. He licks and sucks and speaks in broken mumbles. You can make out a few 'so goods' and curses from over your moans and whimpers.
He nearly passes out when a hand reaches into his hair and scrapes his scalp. He moans loudly against you and the vibrations make your legs shake with pleasure.
"Please don't stop Joel" You whine.
He leans back yet he doesn't take his eyes off of your dripping core.
"Stop? Pretty girl I don't ever want to leave this spot"
You both giggle and you lean up on your elbows to take a look at the man. He looks a wreck, face glistening with your arousal and his hair messy from your hands tugging on it. He leans back down with his big brown eyes still burning right into yours.
"So wet baby- and messy" His breath is ragged as he speaks.
"You like it?"
His gaze snaps up to find yours as he licks his lips.
"Best pussy I've ever tasted baby" He smirks.
He dives back in with one goal in mind- making his smoking hot neighbour come on his tongue. You're a panting and mewling mess from Joel's ministrations and it only spurs him on. He licks, sucks and bites like a mad man until your grasp on his hair grows tighter and your thighs start to spasm around his head.
"Joel!" You cry out, back arched off of the sheets and the hand that wasn't in his hair was grasping onto them for dear life.
"C'mon baby- want it all over my face"
"Please I'm gonna-" you gasp, your hands borderline scalping Joel "'m gonna come" you whimper.
Joel already knew, sucking on your abused clit until he tipped you over the edge. Your vision goes white and all the nerves in your body are flooded with pleasure. Joel groans out as if he was having an orgasm too but just the fact he got to eat your sloppy little pussy until you came is all the pleasure he needs.
He tries to clean you up with his mouth but you feebly attempt to push his head away.
"Messy baby" He fake chastises.
"Please fuck me Joel" It comes out weak and Joel barely hears it but at the same time he could never miss it.
"You want my cock pretty girl?" He comes up so he's hovering over you. Wet, swollen lips and eyes wide with a dumb grin.
"Please" You chuckle. "I'll pay you with a wine cooler" You joke.
"No payment needed- it's my pleasure- really" he shuffles off the bed, beating his record from yesterday of getting his trousers off the fastest. His boxers follow suit and he's back on the bed in no time.
"You want me to wear-"
"No need" You smirk and he chokes out a breath. You reach out to touch him, pumping your hand a few times around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. "Need it Joel"
"Spoilt girl" he fake tuts.
He lines himself up and pushes in, in one long thrust.
Joel's body almost betrays him at the first feel of you wrapped around him. All the longing and fantasising comes to the forefront of his mind and he's two seconds from the whole ordeal being over.
"Move Joel" You whine through ragged breaths. He's breathing deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to focus on anything but your pussy dripping all over him.
He dares to take a peek down to where your bodies are joined and his hips stutter on their own accord, his flicks his gaze up to your face and you have a dopey smile looking up at him. He pull his hips back just to snap them back a second later.
You're loud. His hips fall into a rhythm and you're a mess underneath him.
"You're not-not getting shy on me?" You choke out. He groans- you're clamping down on him and he's lost for words- solely focused on your pleasure.
"For once I'm speechless pretty girl" His voices is strained and it sounds painful to speak. "Fuckin' tight little pussy baby" His dick might have well been in a vice from how firmly you had a hold of him.
"Wanna ride you" His hips stop so he can really take in your words.
"Yeah? Wanna sit on my cock baby- get all full" He taunts-suddenly finding his confidence. You only moan and nod with a great sense of eagerness. He picks you up, still connected with him and sits on the edge of the bed with you perched in his lap.
"Now-now you're just showing off" You laugh/moan out.
"Only the best for you pretty girl" He pecks the tip of your nose.
He hasn't even taken the robe off of you, your hairs a mess of curls and the eye makeup you neglected to take off is smudged. Joel thinks it's one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen. Your hands cling around his shoulders as you sink back down, his head flies back and you place soft kisses up to his ear.
"You're so deep" You whisper in shock.
"Takin' me so well- like a pro baby" Joel raises his head to get a good look at when you start moving up and down on his length.
He thought he was cursed- maybe a horrible dictator in a past life when you moved in. He realises now he was a saint. Your thighs shake on top of his as you claw at his bare shoulders, leaving marks with your manicured nails that have haunted his every dream since he saw you. He won't be able to ever look at the leopard print robe the same way again. He moves his eyes from your face to the shiny, sleek pole behind him and he smirks. It gives him a boost of confidence because his hips raise to meet you halfway in your thrusts.
"Joel it's so fucking good" your head drops into the crook of his neck.
"Little pussy don't wanna let me go" He feels needy and possessive and wants to claim you as his. He thinks of the annual street barbecue- he could walk in with you on one arm and Sarah on the other, looking like a family. Maybe Denise would stop asking him round for drink if she saw the pair of you.
"Nuh uh don't let go Joel-please" You beg.
"Want me all to yourself pretty girl-keep me here forever?" His hand comes to press on the bulge he's making in your lower stomach. You cry out his name- hips pausing their movements so it's just Joel fucking up into you. He smirks a sickly, smug smile and uses the same hand to focus on the bundle of nerves resting just above where you meet.
"Oh- god" your back arches impossibly and you fall into him- letting him use you however he pleases now. "Gonna com-
"Give it to me baby" His spare hand grips your hip holding you so he can pound into you like a crazy man. You lift your head and he sees your eyes rolling back- thigh muscles tightening. Then he feels it. You whimper like a kicked puppy and clamp down on him- seconds from release. One more swipe of his hand and your orgasm takes over.
He watches you twitch and shake on top of him- soaking his lower half in the process.
"There she is" he drawls out. He surprised he's managed to make you come before himself but he's right on the cusp of his own release.
"Can you come inside me- please Joel?" You're fucked out and dazed but the words send shockwaves down his back and he's cumming inside of you before the words register in his brain. His body locks into place and he holds your hips flush with his as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. He's whining and whimpering and probably sounds pathetic but he couldn't give a shit. The most perfect woman he's even seen completely full of him-in every sense. You both moan and groan and whine chasing the high you are both sharing.
You lean back to stare into his eyes and he does the same once his breathing is back to normal.
"Nothing like southern hospitality" you laugh breaking the quiet of the house. His cock is softening and both of your juices are coating both sets of thighs- not one of you seems to care. Your hands are playing with his hair and his are on your hips just resting there. He laughs with you- forgetting Tommy's discovery but not before thanking the gods above for it.
took a break lol. ex con!joel who works in a diner what more could a girl want. I’m not sure if I’m proud of this yet but yolo.
Ex con Joel x waitress reader hehe
WARNINGS: MDNI age gap reader is 23 and Joel is in his 40s. Smoking P in V sexy time. Reader is female.
WORD COUNT: 9.3k
Long asf and barely proofread yolo xo
“All I’m sayin’ is you’re gonna need a place to start your life back up in”
“A diner?” Joel raises his eyebrow in confusion.
“He’s got a programme-for people like us” Joel mulls over his words. “He did a couple stints in here- got fed up and started his own business-takes in ex convicts and gets them set up so they don’t end up back inside”
“And he’d take me in-just like that?”
“He would”
Joel believes him, he has no other option than to believe him and the man he’s grown close with over the years has no reason to lie. 10 years he’s spent staring at the same four walls, 10 years of no privacy, eating the same food at the same time, 10 years of watching over his shoulder, everyday. He was ready to be a free man once again and start fresh. His cell mate writes down an address and a name on the back of one of Joel’s pictures and hands it back to him.
“You get out- go down there and I’ll let him know you’re coming”
“ ‘m grateful-truly”
“Few years and you can repay me” The man jokes with a slight laugh. “A steak dinner sound doable?”
“Deal” Joel laughs.
“Miller!” Joel’s ears perk up and he finishes packing up his belongings. A few cards from his brother and the minimal photos he has with his family, plus a few wood carvings he had made in the wood shop. “You ready to go?” A guard appears at the door and Joel lets out a shaky breath.
“As ready as I’ll ever be” His face is etched with a sad smile and the guard only nods. His cell mate stands from his bunk and embraces Joel in a tight hug.
“Next time I see you it better be with two steaks in front of us” He pulls away and Joel sees the sadness deep in his eyes. He feels bad leaving him and starting his life outside of these four walls but they both know this is the only option he has.
“I promise it will be” Joel hugs him one last time and grabs his stuff following the guard out of the cell. He throws one last look at his friend and nods his head as a small goodbye.
The walk through Joel’s ‘home’ feels foreign to him, suddenly the 10 years he’s spent there feel like a blur, almost insignificant. A decade of his life just gone in an instant.
“Sign here” He’s led to a small window where a woman sits behind it, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. He signs the release forms and she posts him a bag of clothes through the bottom of the window. “A family member dropped these off”. Tommy. “Someone here to get you?”
“No ma’am”
“This is for a ride then”
A twenty dollar bill is slipped under the window and Joel accepts it with a quiet ‘thank you’
The same guard leads him to a small changing room and shuts the door behind him on his way out. Tommy dropped him off a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, flannel and his favourite pair of boots. He gets changed with urgency, his imminent release suddenly spurring him on. His stomach is full of knots and he could throw up at any minute. He has so many questions and no one to answer them for him, he’s had no privacy for the last 10 years and now he might have too much. He finishes buttoning the shirt and hands his uniform back to the guard waiting outside.
“It’s been a pleasure Miller-keep your head down and we might never see each other again”
“ ‘m counting on it” The guard pats Joel on his back and unlocks a door for him.
“You’re a free man-use that freedom wisely” Joel steps out of the door and turns back with a nod, for the second time today, never one for goodbyes.
The Texas sun is hot and Joel stands for a minute with his head tilted back and eyes closed, breathing in the air. He lets out a long sigh and feels all the tension from his shoulders release. The gravel crunches underneath his feet as he makes his way back to civilisation.
A small bell rings above the door when Joel makes his way into the small convenience store prompting the store clerk to look up.
“You got a phone I could use by any chance?” Joel ask politely, the clerk looks down at the bag of belongings, stamped with the prisons emblem and looks back up at Joel’s face. The clerk offers him a nervous look and points to phone on the wall of the store. “ ‘preciate it”
Joel recites the address of the diner to the taxi firm on the other end of the phone and tells him his current location. 10 minutes later Joel is in the back of a cab headed straight into the real world.
“First day out?” The man speaks pulling Joel from his wonderstruck gaze out of the car window. Texas looks different to him, he expected it would but he feels like an alien in his own home.
“That obvious?” He huffs out.
“ ‘ve seen worse-but that bag gives you away” The driver laughs and Joel tries to scrunch the bag in a way where the logo isn’t showing. “How long you do?”
“Just over ten years” The insignificance of time shocked him for a second time, it had been reduced to small talk in the back of a taxi. Joel knows the driver wants to ask him what for but he doesn’t and Joel appreciates it silently. The driver just lets out a breath and nods his head slowly.
The car pulls up to a small diner and Joel analyses it with an open mind. He could see himself here, could start a new life here. He goes to hand the twenty dollar bill to the driver but he holds his hand up in rebuttal.
“Keep it-you need it more than me”
“Please let me pay” Joel wants to be normal, wants to feel like a member of society and doesn’t want any hand outs. The driver sits in silence and Joel takes it as a sign he won’t get his way. He gives his thanks and exits the car, the driver smiles at him and drives off leaving Joel in the nearly empty parking lot. He tucks the bag of belongings under his arm and makes his way in. A small radio is playing old country music through worn out speakers and a few customers sit dotted around in booths. Joel can hear the kitchen staff laughing and joking and there’s an older lady brewing coffee behind the counter. He hadn’t been to a restaurant in over a decade and all the sounds and the smell of food makes a tear rise to his eye. All the things he thought he had missed seemed to die at the door of the diner, he had been transported back to his childhood. The old wooden floors, various posters along the walls, the old country music, all of Joel’s memories came flooding back and he get’s a tase of life before.
“Table for one?” The older woman speaks to him as she pulls out a menu for him.
“Actually ‘m here to see Kenny” He steps closer to the counter.
“You Joel?”
“Yes ma’am”
“Follow me” She beams and comes around the counter to lead Joel to the back, stopping outside of an office. She knocks on the door and pops her head round the door, whispering something Joel can only vaguely make out. The lady straightens up and the door opens revealing, who Joel can only assume is Kenny. He’s probably in his late sixties and dressed in the diner’s uniform. Joel notices the tattoos on his hands and the one under his eye.
“Joel!” The man cheers extending his hand out for Joel to shake. The woman walks off leaving the two men. “Come in” Joel follows him into the office and stands in front of the spare chair. “You can sit Joel” And he does. He looks around the small office, papers litter the desk and more posters line the walls. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost” Kenny jokes.
“Just a lot to take in” Joel breathes out.
“I get it-sure my nephew has told you about my history?”
“Yes sir”
“Don’t have to call me that Joel-we’re equals here” Joel nods “First day is always the hardest”
“It get’s easier?”
“You learn to accept it-you learn to accept your new life” Joel is following his words intently, not wanting to miss anything. “Listen-you can’t go back and that’s the bottom line”
“Don’t think I want to go back” Joel reasons.
“Then it should be easier for you” And Joel believes him. “ ‘m here to help you Joel- I want to help people who don’t have any other options to make sure they don’t go back”
“What do I have to do?”
“You work here-for me” Kenny smiles and Joel gives him an uneasy one back.
“That’s it?”
“ ‘m not asking you to build a career here Joel-it’s just more of a stepping stone for people who got nothing else”
“ I’m grateful for it”
“You ever cook before?”
“Just a little kitchen duty inside”
"We can teach ya the rest-you got a place to stay?”
“No si-Kenny”
“I got a spare trailer few miles up the road- 450 a month and I’ll let you off the first month until you get paid. Sound okay?”
“More than okay”
“I’ll drive you up there-you come back here tomorrow morning at 8 and we can start your training and you can meet the rest of the team”
“Tomorrow at 8- no problem” Kenny and Joel shake on it and he leads Joel out to his truck. The drive is silent for a while, Joel looks out the window familiarising himself with his surroundings whilst fidgeting in his seat. Words beg to be released from Joel's mouth but he doesn't know what to say.
“You look like you want to ask me something” Kenny points out, pulling out a cigarette and offering Joel one. He accepts it and takes a puff before choosing his next words.
“I got a lot of questions-don’t know where to start” He chuckles.
“Ask me anything”
“How come you’re so nice to people?”
“Because they’re people Joel-few mistakes shouldn’t be a death sentence” Both of the men take puffs of their cigarettes leaving the words in the air for Joel to take in. He wants to ask more but he doesn't.
“You’re nephew- he’s a good man- can see where he gets it from”
“He made a mistake and he’s still a good person-I see that in people. You end up there you come out with nothing and you make another mistake and you end up back in that place. ‘M breaking the cycle for people” Joel hums in agreement and they fall into comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey.
The trailer is quaint. Kenny had handed him a bag with some essentials in and left him to his new home. Joel checks out the bedroom and sees the made bed, the bathroom is clean and has only one shower, he’s used to seeing 10 in a row. The living space has a small TV set and a few DVD’s next to it. He opens the bag Kenny gave him and sees a set of pyjamas, a toothbrush and toothpaste, shampoo and body wash, deodorant and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He breaths out a small sigh and leans back on the plush couch, it’s silent. And Joel’s alone. He lights a cigarette and props his elbows on his knees looking at his reflection in the TV. He sits in dead silence, something he hadn't done since before. A million thoughts race around his head and he tries to shake them off. Whatever the new world had become could wait until tomorrow. He could pass out at any moment from exhaustion but his stomach rumbling distracts him. He gets up with a groan, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray and opens the fridge to see if there was anything in there. Kenny must've expected he had nowhere to go because there’s a plate of food wrapped up with a note.
‘Joel, help yourself:)’
The writing is cursive and girly and doesn’t look like Kenny had written it. Still, Joel digs in, eating like a madman. His back is hunched over the plate and he arms cage around it. His eating habits had been picked up from his time inside and he was going to find it hard to break them. He wanted to be a better man-needed to be a better man. He was more ready than ever to put everything behind him and move forward from his past mistakes, Joel isn't religious but he thinks something had given a second chance to start again. Going to prison in your thirties just when you think you have everything figured out and coming out ten years later to figure it out again was going to be difficult but not as difficult as sitting in a box for a decade. He's determined. The food statisfies the hunger in his belly and he washes his dishes up, carrying the pyjamas to his new room and getting ready for bed. He sets an alarm on the clock on the nightstand and gets under the soft covers. The silence is deafening, the only sound being a car going by every now and then but after the day he's had, Joel drifts off leaving his worries for tomorrow.
The diner is a lot busier in the morning, families gather round tables with stacks of pancakes, older men sit at the counter nursing cups of steaming coffee and the chatter in the kitchen is louder than yesterday. The lady Joel met yesterday introduces herself properly this time and when Joel outstretches his hand for a handshake she giggles and pulls him in for an embrace. She smells like coffee and vanilla and Joel is rigid for a second but hugs her back after he's relaxed. She leads him to the back again and back to Kenny's office.
"You ready Joel?" Kenny beams handing Joel a uniform. Joel accepts the garments from the man. "I'll show you where you can change and we'll start meeting people"
Joel looks in the mirror and a small smile creeps to his face, he has to accept his new life. He meets Kenny back outside the small bathroom.
"How's it feelin'?" He gives Joel a once over.
" It's a good fit"
"Perfect" He claps his hands. "Follow me"
He starts with the kitchen staff, introducing each person individually to Joel, they welcome him immediately and engage him in small talk about hometowns and the weather. "Most of 'em are ex inmates" He whispers so only Joel can hear.
"It's nice to meet you all" Joel announces as he leaves the kitchen.
"You've already met my wife-she handles most things up front" It made sense to Joel they were married, both as sweet as the other.
"You need anything you just holler" She smiles and Joel is yet to see without a big smile on her face.
The three of them fall into conversation, it's easy for them to do so and Joel is grateful.
"There she is! Come meet Joel" The conversation is interrupted by Kenny, Joel turns round to see who he's talking too. Joel felt apprehensive all morning but he could pass out at any moment when he sees you. The fact he's been locked up for years plays no part in your beauty whatsoever. You're stunning, wide eyes and soft features and in the same uniform Kenny's wife is wearing but it does a lot more for you than it does her. You introduce yourself and Joel plays your name on a loop in his head. You shake hands and Joel forces himself to let go of your soft skin before he never lets go.
"Did you like the food I left you?" It was you who wrote the note.
"Very much so" He chuckles and you reply with a soft giggle, it was another thing he wanted on a loop in his head.
"She's our star girl here Joel- been here since the start" Kenny talks and he may as well be talking to a wall because all Joel can focus on is your face. You look right back at him with a shy smile and he breaks the staring contest reluctantly.
"That so?" You nod eagerly.
"That being said I have to start now- it was really nice to meet you Joel" You speak softly and even a little bit sultry, you could scream and Joel would still be at your beck and call he thinks. Your eyes look directly into his soul and he wonders if he'll wake up from the dream he's in any moment now and be back in prison. A hand comes up and gives Joel a small wave goodbye and he returns it.
"She's a sweet girl- an even better worker too" He hears Kenny muse.
"What's her crime?" Joel has a go at cracking a joke and Kenny chuckles.
"No crime but she did run away from home about six years ago. Was born into a family of bad eggs and decided she wanted better. She was lucky really- I just got everything set up here and she was the first person I helped" There's pride in the man's voice and Joel knows it's warranted. "A lot to go through when you're seventeen"
"She doin' okay now?"
"You saw for yourself"
“Just over a hundred thousand on the clock-not bad for what I paid” Joel had been going through the mental list of things he’d thought of to get his life back on track. He’d got his license back, got a full time job, got his mail diverted to his trailer and now bought a mode of transport. A second hand truck he’d saw for sale on his way to work.
“She’s a beaut” One of his fellow kitchen staff says to him. They’re out back of the diner, finishing their shift with a few cigarettes and hot coffee. The door swings open nearly decapitating Joel, only for you to appear the other side. You’re lugging a big bag of trash, unaware of your company.
“Need some help?” Joel startles you, your eyes are wide, wider than usual and your body goes rigid from the fright. You relax realising it's just Joel and speak.
“Yes please” It's sweet and it’s sickly and it makes Joel’s crotch swell. He had done well over the past month in keeping his thoughts about you to a minimum but he also thinks his mind has been preoccupied with starting his life up. Things are starting to get back on track and the more time he has the more he thinks of you. He flicks his cigarette off to the side and takes the bag off of you, you walk with him to the dumpster and can’t help but watch his arms as he lifts the bag you were struggling with, with ease. You could stare at him for hours, you think about him for hours, you want to crawl under his skin and know him. He’s an enigma. Every fleeting moment you spend with him leaves you a blushing mess and your panties slightly damp. Joel looks extra delicious in his cooks uniform, the white short sleeve shirts sets off his tan arms perfectly. You’ve seen him grow more confident with his chopping skills and sometimes slyly watch his skilled hands work around the knife. Joel has turned you into a filthy pervert.
“You have the arms to lift heavy things Joel” You speak once you’re out of earshot of the other. You see his eyes widen and he mutters a quick ‘thank you’. Joel notices the drop in your voice when it’s just you and him and it turns him into a teenage boy. “You work out?” Your fingertips ghost over where his sleeve meets his bicep and Joel fights off the shudder threatening to run down his back.
“Only when I can” His eyes don’t meet yours.
“Well thanks for helping me” You’re back to being sweet and your voice is normal again.
“Don’t worry about it-you hungry?” Joel pulls out yet another cigarette and lights it as you walk back to the diner, you like how he smells like them, mixed with his deodorant and coffee, it’s perfectly Joel.
“I could eat” You shrug. He watches you from the side as he finishes his cigarette. His eyes wander down whilst you're distracted by looking up at the sky, your legs look amazing in the diner’s dress, everything looks amazing in the uniform. Joel thought he had paid his penance for his crimes, the state can punish him but he still had some unfinished business with someone upstairs evidently. There is no way he could be gifted such blessed opportunities and there not be a catch. He suspects you were the catch, the forbidden fruit.
A plate of eggs and hash browns are set in front of you almost inhale the plate from how good it smells.
"Breakfast for dinner?" The first bite feels like heaven and you savour it with a hum. You weren’t exaggerating, not even because you had a crush on him, the hash browns were really that good.
“These are really good Joel” It comes out muffled as you take another bite. “Where did you learn this? You moan and Joel’s crotch tightens once again. He doesn’t know if you know about his past and he also doesn’t know if you’d care, but he plays coy anyway.
“From Kenny I guess”
“Nuh-uh ‘ve had Kenny’s hash browns and they’re nothing like these” Joel could say he was on breakfast duty for a few years in prison but still, he doesn’t. "Bet your wife is real happy if you cook like this" Joel could also say he's not married and he never has but he doesn't.
“You’re spitting out more than you’re eating girl” He chuckles and you giggle with him. He’s come to find out you’re a naturally giggly person but each time he hears it the sound goes straight to his heart. He wants to hear it everyday, wants to be the one who makes you giggle.
"They're just soooooo good"
" 'm flattered"
"I could eat these everyday" You think out loud and images flash across Joel's eyes of a house in a quiet neighbourhood, he sees himself cooking for you on a sunday morning whilst you wear one of his T-shirts. It sends shivers down his spine and blood to his cock.
"You okay?"
"Uh huh" He shakes his head slightly, ridding him from his thoughts. He doesn't know you've got your own thoughts, ones where he comes home after a long day at work and you've baked him a cherry pie as a treat. Or the one where he's tinkering on his truck and you bring out sweet iced tea and he's so grateful he fucks you on the hood of his truck. You don't care how or when you just want Joel.
"Thanks for the food- 'm gonna head out" And Joel doesn't know what comes over him but he speaks before he thinks.
"You need a ride?" He swipes the empty plate from you and washes it, if he gets rejected he wouldn't have to see your face.
"Do you mind?" Your tone of voice had dropped again and Joel turns to face you and you're already looking at him with your all knowing eyes under hooded lids.
"Not at all"
You have your bike and could easily cycle home like usual but moments with Joel are fleeting and you're not one to pass up an offer like this one.
"I'll pack up and meet you at my truck"
"Are you from here?" You're curious about Joel.
"Texas?"
"No I mean this town"
"I grew up a few hours from here"
"How'd you end up here?" The soft country music fills the truck whilst Joel thinks. He has to accept his new life and to do so he has to accept that his old one is dead.
"Did some bad things paid the price and ended up here I guess" He shrugs like it means nothing.
"A criminal giving me a ride home?" You fake gasp with a giggle at the end. A blind man could see that Joel had been to prison, certain characteristics only exist in incarcerated men and you work with enough of them to know that. Plus he was living in the ex-con trailer. The tension eases in Joel demeanour but he's still a little on edge and you can sense it. You could be nice to him and put his mind to rest but you decide against it. "Wait till I tell my daddy"
He doesn't flinch and you know now Kenny has told him you dont have a daddy, or a mom or anyone for that matter. "I know you know about me" He looks round at you now.
"That bother you?"
"No-I know about you" You speak to him smugly and his face hardens ever so slightly.
"Does that bother you?"
"No-does it bother you?" Joel is hesitant to answer, he doesn't know if it bothers him, he hasn't had anyone ask him.
"No"
The rest of the journey you and Joel don't speak except for giving him directions to your place. It's a small apartment you rent from an old woman, she was the cheapest around when you started looking and it's worked out okay for you.
"Thanks for the ride Joel"
"Anytime" He doesn't look at you as he speaks, too scared he'll lean over and kiss you. He does some mental maths on the way home and works out the age he was when you were born, somewhere in his twenties and it makes him feel disgusting. He knows he should go home and take a cold shower but he's already decided on touching himself the minute he crosses the threshold of his home. You’re doing the same, he just doesn’t know that. You’re don’t even bother taking your uniform off, you just lift up the skirt and put your hand right where you need it. You and Joel both finish with a cry of each other’s name, a mile apart from one another.
It goes on like that for weeks. Joel gives you the occasional ride home and you both find release as soon as you walk into your respected homes. It doesn’t bother you Joel is so much older than you, it doesn’t bother you he’s a criminal and it doesn’t bother you he knows you’re a voluntary orphan. You make him laugh on the rare occasion and each time you do it makes your heart jump with pride. He cooks you food without you asking and each meal is better than the last. You flirt with him unashamedly when you’re alone and yet he doesn’t react in anyway. The batting your eyelashes and compliments with a seductive tone do nothing for him. You sense Joel just doesn’t find you attractive but you enjoy the little game you have going on anyway.
“You need ride?”
“I have to go into town and run some errands” You pout but an idea forms. ‘You wanna come?” Joel hesitates for second and you see the cogs turning behind his eyes.
“Sure”
When you said errands Joel didn’t think you meant dragging him around clothing stores.
“These are cute” It’s a pair of tiny denim cutoffs and Joel only offers a slight hum as a response, no trust in his voice. “You’re no help Joel”
“I didn’t think clothes shopping-if we’re calling them that- would be your errands”
“But they’re necessities?”
‘These? Seriously?” The small garment looks even smaller in Joel’s hand and his chastising tone is almost making your thighs rub together.
“So you don’t like them?” And Joel is just about fed up with your games, the sultry voice and flirty gazes, the way you compliment him and try to get him to laugh. You have everyone fooled that you’re a sweet, butter wouldn’t melt girl but Joel has seen who you are deep down even in the short time he’s known you. And yet he loves every second of it, he truly does and he does the same to you just more inconspicuously. He lets his gaze linger on you when you’re not looking, he does everything he can to make you giggle, he cooks for you and gives you rides home. If Joel was the same man he was ten years ago you would have been underneath him begging for release by now.
“Doesn’t matter if I like them”
“But I want a man’s opinion”
“You don’t have a boyfriend to ask?”
“No Joel” You want to say you see relief on his face but Joel is as hard as ever, in two senses. “I’m getting them” It’s a small act of defiance and you storm off to the cash register. The lady rings you up and Joel meets you at the front door.
“We done?”
“Can we get milkshakes?” He doesn’t look impressed. “Please” You pout and flutter your lashes.
“Fine” He has to accept his new life, he has to accept his new life.
You sit and sip milkshakes with light conversation, you’ve teased him enough for one day.
“What’s it like-in prison?” Joel knew the question would come eventually.
“It’s prison” He shrugs your question off.
“But what was it like?”
“I don’t think I can compare it to anything sweetheart” You fight off a smile at the name, wanting to take Joel serious.”The whole world has changed whilst I’ve been gone and I don’t know how to navigate it”
“Is that worse than being there?” He thinks over your question unsure of the answer.
“I think so- there’s systems in there that haven’t been changed in years- everyone has a place”
“What about your family? Not seeing them?” Joel visibly tenses.
“Was hard not seein’ ‘em I guess” He looks down shyly “I missed a lot” You want to ask more questions but you can tell it wouldn’t go down well. You also want to scream out you know what it’s like to not see your family and to miss out on everything but you don’t.
“You have a place Joel-out here” He sips his milkshake with a sad smile.
A more lighthearted conversation falls upon you both before an elderly woman stops you.
“Your daughter is very beautiful sir” She has a hand on Joel’s shoulder and you wish you had camera to capture his face in this moment.
“She’s no-“
“Thank you! He’s the best daddy ever” Maybe Joel hadn’t had enough teasing for one day.
“And polite- you’ve raised her well” The lady walks off and Joel sits in stunned silence. You’re in a fit of giggles as Joel stands up abruptly and storms out. You’re on your feet in a flash, chasing after him.
“Joel!” He stops and turns to face you, his face is red and if looks could kill you would be a dead woman.
“You need to listen to me” He comes in close, his breath tickling your nose. “I am over twenty years older than you- I am a criminal and a bad bad man”
“So?”
“Don’t interrupt- whatever game you’ve got going on needs to end here. The flirty comments- whatever that thing was back there, showing me poor excuses for shorts, this whole sweet girl act you’ve got going on to everyone but me- just everything you’re doing stops here” He takes a deep breath and lets it out through his nose. “If I was the same man I was back then we wouldn’t be having this conversation-but I’m not. I have a new life and I need to see it through”
“And I jeopardise that? I was having a little fun Joel-what do you think is going to happen?”
“You do- you’re young and uncorrupted” he ignores your second question.
“Uncorrupted?” You laugh right in his face. “You don’t know the half of it Joel”
“You run away from home? Think you know everything?”
“You break the law, spend god knows how long inside and think you can hand out motivational speeches?”
“Funny- if you knew the type of man I was you wouldn’t have even got in my truck never mind giving me this attitude” He shakes his head in frustration.
“Sorry am I talking to the real Joel? The one who isn’t licking his wounds from being a fuck up everyday?” The words fight their way out through your smirk.
“That right?” He laughs in a condescending manner. “You like this one better or something? You need someone like this since you ran away from your real daddy.”
“Go fuck yourself Joel” You storm off and you hear him say your name You carry on walking leaving him in the dust. Fuck his stupid handsome face and his stupid kind heart and his stupid woe is me attitude. And fuck how hot he looked chewing you out. Tears fill your eyes and no matter how much you pray they don’t fall onto your cheeks, they do. He is the most frustrating man you had ever met you think.
Joel was expecting a blow to the jaw the next time he saw you, or hot coffee over his head and maybe even his tyres slashed. Yet you gave him nothing. Not even a look,no sly comments, nothing at all. He had to hand it to you, you were a great actress, it was like nothing had ever happened between you both. And no one at the diner suspected a thing, which Joel was pleased about. He recognises a sense of loss from not engaging with you, there’s more eggs and potatoes when he finishes his shift because he’s not cooking you eggs and hash browns after you’re done. There’s more gas in his tank from not taking a detour to your home. There’s more time for him to regret what he had said to you than there is to think of you in lustful fantasies.
Joel wasn’t the first man to make you cry and you doubt he would be the last. You could feel bad for being so mean but seeing him so fired up had stirred something deep inside of you. You fulfil Joel’s wish of stopping all the games, you go a step further and stop everything with Joel altogether. You suspect he thinks you’re hurt at his words but if you moped around from every mean word an ex con had said to you, you would never get anything done. The two of you were similar, both hiding from something, pretending to be people you aren’t. You liked Joel before, you like him even more now. Kenny pulls you out of your thoughts.
“Table 4’s been waiting for their food darlin’” You look to the family seated in the booth, two kids laughing with one another and the parents looking on adoringly. It sends a pang to your heart.
“Sorry I was spaced out for a lil’ bit” you chuckle, covering for yourself.
Kenny places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a sad smile. You deliver the food to the family and the kids smile up at you, they thank you for their food and it does the same thing to your heart as it did earlier. Once the family is satisfied you borderline run out back for some fresh air. You smell him before you see him. A strong smell of cigarettes and his distinctive cologne. You had managed three weeks without being in close proximity, which is an achievement in such a small building. You don’t know which is worse, the loving family at table four or out back with the man who has infected your mind and turned you into a depraved young woman.
“Everything ok?” You hear him say behind you.
“Yeah” You don’t turn back to face him instead you stare down the dumpsters, fidgeting with your hands.
“You wanna talk?” His words give you goosebumps and you fight off any reaction.
“About what” You’re still not facing him.
“You know what” The gravel crunches underneath his feet and every step sounds like a bomb going off. He comes to stand in front of you yet you avert your gaze down to your entwined fingers. You weren’t scared of Joel, even after your outburst, you were scared of yourself. If you looked into his eyes every fantasy you’ve had since you met him might spew out of your mouth.
“ ‘m over it Joel”
“Well I’m not” Joel sounds frustrated.
“I’m doing as you asked what more do you want?” You dare to look up at him and the sun is hitting his face in a perfect way and his hair is messy and he looks delectable.
“I said stop the games- I didn’t mean pretend I don’t exist” He flicks his cigarette and lets out a sigh. “ I’m sorry for what I said to you- I really am”
“Thanks”
“Thanks?” His brows furrow and he leans back to look at your face with confusion. “That’s it?” You nod at him and he goes to speak again but is interrupted by Kenny.
“Joel you free to help me with somethin’?” Joel gives you one last look you can’t quite read and heads back inside. You let out a breath as though it’s your first time breathing and drop your hands.
The look plays on your mind as you wipe the tables down and stack the chairs ready for the next day. You can hear him in the kitchen talking with another cook, it does nothing but add to the constant loop of him in your head. You barely register the footsteps coming up behind you but when you do it’s too late to pray it’s Joel. It’s Kenny.
“You’ve been wiping the same table for ten minutes” he laughs and it’s only then you realise he’s right. “Everythin’ okay? Been spacing out on me”
“Yeah it’s find-just a lot on my mind”
“Wouldn’t happen to be about my new cook would it?”
“Joel?”
“Now why say it like that? Eating eggs and hash browns after damn near every shift and now you can’t even be in the same room as the man” Kenny raises one of his brows and you but still with a shit eating grin. “Think I walked in on something I shouldn’t have earlier too”
“It’s not like that”
“But you want it to be?” He speculates “He’s a lil’ old for you no?”
“Doesn’t matter anyway he shut it down” you laugh nervously.
“Smart man-pretty face like yours only means trouble” he laughs and you smack his arm in protest.
“I think the term used was ‘jeopardise’”
“He said that?” You nod. “Only thing being jeopardised is my business from my best worker zoning out every five minutes” He teases. “He’s giving you a ride home today and you’re gonna hash this out”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me- Joel is-well he’s Joel but he’s a good man and that son a bitch is handsome despite those years away” You shoot him a glare. “Think it would be beneficial for the both of you-someone to call home since well you know” Someone to call home. You go home everyday to an empty apartment and it now occurs to you Joel does the same. You look up at the man with glossy eyes and he brings you in for a hug. “You’re like family to me which is why I need to slash one of your bike tyres so he can give you a ride” You chuckle into the man’s chest.
“You gonna pay for a new one?” You break the hug.
“I know someone who might pay for me”
Kenny wasn’t lying about the tyre, the front wheel was flat as anything and it made you chuckle just looking at it. Almost on cue Joel pulls round in his truck.
“Need a ride?” He looks a dream, tanned arm hanging out the window, fingers clasped around a cigarette.
“You mind?” He just nods his head in the direction of the passenger seat and that’s all it takes before you’re buckled in his truck and pulling out of the parking lot.
The silence between you is deafening. Joel focuses his attention on the road and you sneak glances at him every now and then.
“What’re gonna do about your bike?”
“I’ll figure it out” He opens his mouth to speak but it dies in his throat instead he takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out the window.
“Kenny slashed my tyre” You say it just as you approach your apartment.
“What?” You don’t look at him the gauge his reaction, you don’t even know if he’s taken his eyes off the road.
“He slashed my tyre so you would have to give me a ride home”
“Why would he do that?”
“Said we need to hash it out”
“What’d you tell him?” You scoff at his choice of words.
“He’s an observant man Joel”
“Right” He comes to a stop outside your place. “Why aren’t you angry with me-avoiding me is one thing but I thought a cup of coffee would have been over my head by now” He’s turned to face you and you grant him with the same stance. He looks confused and he has every right to be.
“I don’t take things that personal I guess” You shrug.
“But what I said wasn’t right”
“What I said wasn’t right too”
“I’m a grown man I can handle some criticism” He scoffs.
“You’re being a hypocrite- you’re allowed to not be bothered but I can’t?” He stops for beat, mulling over your words.
“Me and you-we’re not that different are we?” If you squinted you might be able to see the lightbulb going off in Joel’s head.
“We’re not no” You look away to hide your smirk.
“I spent ten years behind bars with some of the craziest motherfuckers out there and you scare me more than any of them” You turn back to face him and you don’t care if he sees you smirk, let him see it who cares.
“Kenny said we need someone we both can call home” He looks away. “Is it scary I might be your home?”
“And I’m yours?”
“Not yet”
“Yet” You just hum and rest your arm out the window. “I’m scared of you because I’m myself around you”
“I like the real Joel” He laughs at that.
“The real Joel beat a man with an inch of his life not knowing he got the wrong guy” This wasn’t a church nor was the truck a confession booth but here Joel was, confessing. It’s oddly intimate hearing him state his crime. It’s extremely vague yet you don’t press for the gory details.
“Didn’t you already pay for that?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop paying sweetheart” You look at him and his sad brown eyes. You shift over to him on the truck bed, your movements are awkward yet he just watches you. You lift his arm up so it rests on the back of the seat and you curl up into his side. The man feels like stone from how rigid he is, yet after a few seconds he melts into you.
Joel hadn’t been touched so intimately in over ten years and he thinks he could cry from having another body pressed into him. He tests the waters and rests his arm over your shoulder, his fingers fiddle with the skirt of your dress. Alarm bells ring out in his head but he ignores them all, he’s too focused on the smell of your shampoo and how your body meshes perfectly with his. He feels you shift and watches you raise yourself until you’re face to face with him. He sees it in your eyes you want to say something but he doesn’t let you. He presses his lips to yours and you relax almost immediately. His hand comes up to the back of your head keeping you there as if you would turn to dust at any second. You whimper into his mouth and claw at his shoulders. You both deepen the kiss and all the words you both wanted to say to each other get lost between your mouths. You’re a whining mess and Joel is breathing heavily whilst kissing you like his life depends on it. And he thinks it does. When you finally break away you just stare into one another’s eyes, panting like feral animals. So much was said and yet no words were uttered. The awkward tension has been replaced with pure lust and hunger. You make your way back to your side of the seat and gather your things. Your hand is on the handle and you turn to see a still disheveled Joel.
“Coming?” He nods once and you both make your way out of the now cramped truck. The fresh air does nothing to alleviate the tension between you both. He follows you like a lost puppy to your apartment, the man who beat another man to a pulp following you.
Once Joel steps over the threshold of your door he understands there’s no going back, the decision would be set in stone and no matter how many times he had tried to talk himself out of it, he had done it anyway. The small space is homely yet it lacks warmth. There are belongings strewn around the place but they lack any insight into your character. No photos with friends or family but Joel knew the reason to the latter, nothing too personal, just things you would find in any twenty something’s apartment. Tabloid magazines, a singular mug by the sink stained with the lip colour you wear everyday, various makeup products in strange places, a soft blanket on the couch, rom com DVDs stacked up by the TV. The only thing out of place in a punch hole in the dry wall which Joel knows didn’t come from you. None of you had spoke in a while and you turn to watch Joel watching your home after kicking your shoes off.
“Better than a cell I hope” It was a poor excuse of a joke and it comes out through a forced chuckle.
“Yeah” His reply comes out through forced laughter too. The tension is palpable between you both and a silent game had broke out in the air, deciding who would make the first move. You sense Joel needs a little push.
“I didn’t invite you in to stare at my place Joel”
“I know that” His head hangs and he rubs his brow in what can only be chalked up to as frustration.
“Can you kiss me again?” It comes out small and meek but it makes Joel snap his head up. He crosses the space between you and uses his fingers to lift your chin up, you lock eyes for a split second and then he’s leaning in. You get up on your tippy toes to meet him halfway and for the second time that afternoon you melt into one another. It’s sloppier somehow this time and you’re both pawing at each other like the moment would be stripped from you at any point.
Joel has so much to say, he likes the real you better and he wants to worship you for not being afraid of the real him. He just keeps kissing you and letting out faint whimpers. You moan into his mouth when his hands travel south and rest at your lower back. If you weren’t engaged in a steamy kiss the touch might be perceived as innocent, but both of you have been denied human contact for so long, it had set your skin on fire.
“Please Joel” You whine out against his lips.
“ ‘m gettin’ there” He breathes out and you giggle resting your head on his chest. You can’t see but Joel is beaming. “Where’s your bedroom pretty girl?” You lean back and take his hands leading him down the narrow corridor to your room. The lack of personalisation in the space doesn’t cross Joel’s mind now, his mind had zoned in on making you feel really good.
The bed is made, floral bed sheets and a singular decorative pillow. Your vanity is messy and there is an overflowing laundry basket in the corner. None of these things matter to you or him at the present moment. He’s on you as soon as you step into the space. He claws at your work uniform, fighting with the zip holding it together, it comes apart easily much like the man’s resolve. He kisses the skin messily as more is revealed to him.
“Every time you dropped me home I came home and touched myself over you” He chokes at your words making you giggle.
“Funny I did the same thing” He smirks and it only makes you giggle more. The dress is fully discarded and if the man was more patient he would drink you in a lot more but he’s selfish and greedy. Much like you, his T-shirt comes off next and the few tattoos dotting Joel’s chest take you by surprise.
“Got them done inside”
“I can tell” You smirk.
He says nothing just lays you down on the bed with a fat grin plastering his face, you’re both like giggly teenagers doing stuff for the first time and with the amount of time Joel had spent away it sure felt like it for him.
“Thought about this since I first set my eyes on you sweetheart” He fiddles with his belt buckle.
“I wouldn’t have ever guessed” Fingers trace the ink on his skin as he pushes his jeans down his legs, kicking his boots off in the process.
“ ‘M crazy about you-felt like a dirty old man”
“You are a dirty old man Joel- ‘s why I like you” He shakes his head in true Joel style and leans back down to connect your lips. He slots his body between your legs and you grind your heat right onto his throbbing cock. The moan he lets out drips with filth and he trembles from the shudder down his back. He can feel you smirk into the kiss and he musters all the strength he has to grind back into you and in turn making you moan out like a woman starved.
“More Joel-please?” You ask him ever so nicely. He kisses down your neck, sucking on certain areas, eliciting the sweetest sounds from you. His fingers work into the sides of your panties pulling the garment down until the only thing covering you is the bra on your chest.
“What a pretty lil’ pussy” His fingers wrap around your ankles pushing them apart to take a better look at what is now his. “Didn’t expect anything less from my pretty girl” My pretty girl. You would usually shy away but the man in front of you is making you feel like the queen of the world. You squirm under him not from discomfort but from pure unadulterated want.
“Please fuck me Joel” Ten years of his life he had taken orders from people and he wasn’t about to stop now.
“Can’t I have a taste?”
“Later” You whine.
“Yes ma’am” He rids himself of his boxers and he’s big and throbbing and the sight of it makes your mouth water and your pussy wetter. He’s about the get back on the bed when you call out.
“Wait” He stops immediately checking for any sign of regret behind your eyes but all he finds are hooded eyes filled with want. “Wanna ride you” You giggle. He lets out a sigh of relief.
“You sure?”
“‘M your first after getting out lemme do the work” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Joel is still completely dumbfounded. “Sit down Joel” He moves with urgency, resting his back against the headboard and thanking his lucky stars you landed in his lap. He nearly loses it when you lick a stripe up your palm and reach out for his very hard member. He hisses at the contact but never lets his eyes leave yours, you sit up and move your body over his. Your hand is still on him and you let it guide his cock to your core. You both let out strangled moans from even a fraction of contact.
He lets out a series of curses and you sink down on him, his hands dig into your bed sheets as you bottom out on him with a moan. You sit for a beat filled completely with Joel, you grab his hands moving them to your back to undo your bra. He complies and throws the clothing in the vague direction of the laundry basket. His hands touch every part of you and he’s silently appreciative of your hesitation to start moving. He could blow his load at any minute and your body around his is as close to heaven as a man like him will ever get.
“Can I move” You whisper.
“Go on sweetheart” He rests his hands on your hips as you start to move up on him. His head rolls back and you take the opportunity to kiss down his throat as you move up and down on his length. He’s completely overstimulated, you’re clenching and moving around him and your soft lips tickles his throat. His toes are curled and his moans are raspy. You watch him as his head lifts back up, his eyes full with awe and you would smirk if it didn’t feel so good. Your face is contorted with pleasure and Joel takes the brief opportunity to reached down and play with your clit. It makes you moan harder and your movements falter for just a second.
“Sound so pretty baby” Your eyes snap open and you pout at the man making you feel so good. “Nuhuh no pouting you’re getting what you want” He chastises.
“So fuckin’ good Joel” He lifts his legs up and starts to meet you half way with shallow thrusts, you lean forward and hold onto the man for dear life. Your skin is sweaty and you stick to him, it’s filthy and it’s everything you had dreamed about. He’s still rubbing you and you’re close to release and you want to say it’s but the words won’t come out.
“You close baby?” He feels you nod against him. “‘M there too baby- let go” He’s pounding into you and you’ve gave up with riding him, you’re taking everything he’s giving you. You knew you both wouldn’t last long but this had to be some kind of record. You both let go with a cry of each other’s names, his release fills you up to the brim and you’re pretty sure his thighs are sticky from your release.
You stay that way for a while, catching your breath. His arms rest around your back and one of his hands strokes the back of your head. He thinks about Kenny saying he needs someone to call home and he can’t help but notice the setting sun beaming through your window casting shadows around the room. The apartment suddenly looks far more warm than it did before.
kinda pervy!joelx stripper!reader in a trailer park? anyway i think it's hot. also free me from the shackles of listening to slutty 70s music and writing stuff about it??? marvin gaye if you can hear us please save us
WARNINGS: MDNI. age gap 22&45ish maybe older who knows. handsy men (not joel). violence. drinking. smoking. P in V sexy time. Reader is female and a strippa.
WORD COUNT: 6.4k
i barely proofread this lol xo
‘I can’t be here anymore, you’re an adult now and not my baby anymore. I’ve left you one month’s rent in an envelope on the counter. Don’t try and find me. I love you, Mom.’
A tear drops from your eye and smudges some of the ink on the letter. If the ink bleeds so much it might make the words into something else. Perched on the steps of your trailer, tears in your eyes and some littering your cheeks you wonder why she didn’t take you with her.
“She go to Vegas again?’ Joel, Joel Miller. The trailer parks most eligible bachelor but compared to the calibre of men in the park it’s not a hard title to earn. He’s rough around edges and blunt but he’s always been sweet to you and by extension your mom too. You moved in a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday and seven months down the line you had finally got adjusted to life in the park, maybe with a little help from Joel.
“She’s gone for good” You don’t look at him, too weak to let Joel see you cry. But Joel had seen you cry unbeknownst to you. Seen you with watery eyes sneaking out for a late night cigarette after an argument with your mom’s boyfriend. He’s seen you just on the brink of tears getting out of a questionable man’s car. He’s never addressed it with you personally. He puffs his cigarette and raises his eyebrows.
“For good? Where to?”
“Doesn’t say- says not to go and find her” You finally lift your face to meet his gaze.
“Christ kid”
“Actually it says I’m an adult now” It was a poor attempt at a joke but he cracks a sad smile nevertheless.
“You ate?” He drops his cigarette and stubs it out with his boot clad foot. Joel doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say, the only olive branch he can extend is food. You shake your head no to his question he offers a quick ‘c’mon’ and you follow him. The letter gets thrown into Joel’s fire pit and you pray he’s planning on burning some stuff sometime soon.
‘398-399 and 400” You count the money out to your ‘landlord’ and he sits with displeased look.
“You ever gonna give it to me not in ones?”
“Highly unlikely’ He slides the money off of the counter and you shoot him a smirk making your way out of his trailer. Four years later, four years older, four years without your mom and you’re still in the same trailer park. You took her leaving on the chin and worked towards starting a ‘new’ life without her. You didn’t have a dad as backup, didn’t have a mom, all you had were the friendly faces of the park. ‘Morning” You wave to the sweet older lady a few door down from you, she returns the wave with a cheery grin. A lot of people that end up on the edge of town, cooped up in aluminium walls, have fallen on hard times yet most of them are still smiley and caring people. Whatever is theirs is yours and vice versa. Joel sits outside of his trailer on a faded deck chair, he smokes like a chimney and is always covered in motor grease.
“You’re up early” He quips.
“Rent day”
“All in ones?” You plonk yourself on the chair next to his and reach for his beat up pack of cigarettes. He hands you the lighter and you light the stick up.
“Of course” You shrug and he shakes his head with a smile.
Joel thinks if you told him, four years ago the quiet, shy girl who was crying over her mom leaving would end up working at the local gentleman’s club, he would have laughed in your face. You have always been pretty, that was a fact and it made Joel feel dirty at times when he noticed your beauty but he would have never had you down as a stripper. He caught you coming home one morning, all dolled up but tired nonetheless. He had asked you where’d you been to be out so late, you shyly told him work and he noticed the pair of tall heels draped over your bag. Couple days later he heard the park manager complaining about you paying your rent in ones and it wouldn’t take a genius to guess where you were offering your services. Once you got more accustomed to your world of work you spoke about it more freely with Joel and he liked to hear the stories of men with odd requests. He hated hearing about the creeps you would encounter and couldn’t sleep until he heard you get home safely.
“Work going okay?” It didn’t mean to come out so awkwardly but Joel sometimes found it hard bringing your livelihood up.
“Never better-you?”
“Same old shit” You both sit and puff on your cigarettes in a nice silence.
“You ever think your life would turn out like this?” You think out loud and Joel shifts beside you. Joel hadn’t thought life would turn out like this. He’d always pictured he would own his own contracting firm, probably have a wife and maybe actually be in his child’s life.
“Kinda” He lies and you don’t notice.
“Me too” You don’t lie. “Maybe not the stripper part but certainly this”
“This?”
“You know- living here- doing this” You motion your hands to your surroundings and Joel just hums. You haven’t offended him, not in the slightest, he knows exactly what you mean.
“Do you like your job?” You’ve had this conversation before. You were sitting in the same chairs a few years prior and you were feeling a bit emotional and regretting your career choice. Joel told you there was a whole world out there and patted your back. He asked you if you enjoyed it and you could only answer with an ‘I don’t know’, he dropped it after that.
“Yeah I guess- the money- if the money wasn’t in it I probably wouldn’t be doing it” Joel senses you’re trying to convince yourself but he says nothing about it.
“Same with every job Honey” He muses
“Yup” You extinguish your cigarette in the beer bottle come ashtray on Joel’s outdoor table. “Speaking of jobs I have to sleep before my shift tonight” You pat your bare legs and make your way over to your own trailer.
“Catch ya later” You wave at Joel and he mentally smacks himself round the head for thinking about how great your legs look in the shorts you put on this morning. He was old enough to be your father and he had to remind himself of that multiple times whenever he was near you.
He thinks back to the night after a few too many beers you had invited him to come see you dance at the club. You said it jokingly but the idea snowballed into a serious conversation between you two. He thought about it deeply whilst you laughed next to him and it occurred to him he really wanted-needed- to see you dance. He never went, too proud and too full of shame to even tempt the idea with a sober head. You were pretty bummed he never came to see you, you got the vibe Joel didn’t want to talk about it so you never bought it up and you never asked him to come again.
Over the years Joel has been a light in your darkest times and even though he rarely smiles and is hard to read 90% of the time you still like to think he’s one of your closest friends. And you would also like to think you’re one of his. You’ve come to find out Joel’s love language is acts of service, he changes your oil without you asking, fixes your faucet when you mention it’s leaking, brings you over a plate of food when he’s made ‘too much’ and without you knowing, waits for you to get home safely after work most of the time if he isn't passed out from exhaustion . He’s never tried to be a parental figure in your life and you couldn’t be any happier. Joel treats you like an equal,like an adult and he offers helpful advice but ultimately lets you make your own decisions. He is not responsible for you and has never gave the impression he feels he is. He didn’t have to take you under his wing but he did and you would forever be grateful for him.
Tired. Tired was the only word that could describe you. Eight hours of twirling on a pole and acting interested in the club patrons had wrecked you tonight. A man had decided to get extra handsy tonight despite you telling him to keep them to himself. It had escalated and you were told to cut your shift short, go home and get some rest. You slam your car door not caring about waking up your neighbours, a glint of orange comes from the trailer across from you and you recognise it’s Joel having a late night cigarette. You make your way straight to your fridge and pull out the six pack of beer you keep in there and storm your way over to Joel’s trailer. He flicks on the outdoor light and pulls out the chair next to him for you. You say a quick ‘thank you’ and he nods, confirming he had heard you. You open a beer for him and then one for yourself, stealing one of his cigarettes in the process. After a drag of the cigarette and a sip of the beer you let out a comically large sigh.
“Rough night?” Joel jokes. You shoot him a look one that says ‘don’t you dare’ and he backs off. “What happened?”
“You don’t even wanna know” But Joel does, if someone hurt you he would kill them with his bare hands to make it right. Joel is fond of you, besides your dangerous beauty, he likes spending time with you, likes to do stuff for you. He would do almost anything for you and that scares him a little bit.
“You can tell me” And he means it.
“Some guy getting too handsy-they told me to leave and get some rest- you can’t slap patrons now apparently” The last part comes out as a joke but Joel knows you’re pissed, he is too. He’s seen you come into yourself, you’re stronger now, wiser and hell of a lot more beautiful. He shakes that last thought from his head.
“Who is he?”
“Some asshole- works in the lawyers office downtown- how ironic” You can’t tell Joel is taking notes about every aspect of the man.
“Well what’d he look like?” He prays he’s not making it too obvious.
“I dunno scrawny-brown hair and some stupid rich boy name” The first part wouldn’t give away the man you were talking about because they all look the same in that building but the stupid name told Joel all he needed to know. He did some work on the asshole’s house a few years ago when he was with a contracting firm. He stops his prying and gives you some reassurance.
“At least you got a slap in” You shoot him a smirk and lift up your hoodie. You have bruises starting to form on your hip bone and you touch them lightly. Joel wasn’t paying much attention to you but when he tilts his gaze to you he sees red. He sees the assholes head on a stick and you cheering behind him. He jolts up and makes his way inside the trailer. You look at him confused as he breezes right past you slamming the door open. He takes a deep breath and swings open his tiny freezer to get out some ice cubes he wraps them in a cloth to fashion an ice pack and makes his way back out to you. You’re still sat confused until he pulls out the ‘ice pack’. Joel kneels in front of you with a hushed groan and puts the frozen water to your forming bruises. You let out a hiss from the temperature, it’s a stark contrast from the warm Texan night. He looks up at you through his lashes and tries to find any sign you’re not comfortable with this.
“Better?” His eyes are still locked on yours and you’re finding it hard to break the trance. Joel is pretty, prettier up close. All the time you’ve spent with Joel and you’ve barely touched, a hug once or twice but never this, never this intimate. You nod at him and his eyes flit down towards his hands where they lay on your hip bone.
“Thank you Joel” It’s barely above a whisper.
Joel’s brain short circuits and all the dirty, perverse thoughts he has about you come to the front of his brain. He wants to kiss you, wants to feel your lips on his, he needs to kiss you. He will deal with the shame later on he decides, he wants it, just once. He leans in and connects his lips to yours, you let out a shocked gasp but ultimately relax and kiss him back ever so slightly. It comes as a surprise to you but a pleasant one all the same. All the time you’ve spent trying to read Joel you never thought this is what he was thinking of. You’ve noticed his wandering eyes every now and then and how he crosses his legs when you talk about your job but you put that down to male instincts. He lets out an amused hum and lets his free hand cup your jaw, you lean into it and try to deepen the kiss, wanting more from him. He pulls back in a flash and rises to his feet, he tries not to let the shocked expression on your face bother him. One of his hands goes to scratch the back of his head and you’ve never seen Joel look so awkward.
“ ‘m sorry-I shouldn’t have-that was” He rambles.
“It’s fine Joel”
“ ‘s not fine” You rise to your feet and he backs up a step. “We can’t do that again” His voice is firm and assertive. You look at him to try and understand him but he looks anywhere but your face, he lets out a breath and reaches for his trailer door handle. “ ‘m sorry” It’s sounds sad and you want to say ‘it’s okay’ and ‘we can do it again’ but he’s already halfway inside his home, shutting you out. You stand there dumbfounded for a minute, leaving the 4 beers on his table but stealing another cigarette and heading straight for your bed. You think it’s exhaustion, that nothing tonight happened and that when you wake up tomorrow everything will be back to normal.
Joel has to make things right, has to repent. He's watched your morals grow over the years but to him you're still a sweet girl, one he refuses to taint. You will make enough money and you will move out of the edge of town, you'll chase whatever dreams you have and you'll probably end up with a nice man in a nice house and maybe even have a nice kid. Joel doesn't fit in anywhere in that and he's guilty he's let it get this far. He's not getting any younger that he knows for certain. So he does the only thing he knows how to. He's been parked across from the lawyers office for a few hours just watching. His eyes are set on the asshole who grabbed you, Joel knows he shouldn't be here, shouldn't have kissed you either but here he is. He checks his watch and knows it's nearly time for the office to go home.
He pulls off and parks down a secluded road he knows is on the way to the man's house. Puts his warning lights on and gets out of the truck leaning against the side of it. He lights a cigarette between his lips and takes a long puff. He hears a car coming down the road before he sees it and he take his position as an innocent bystander with car troubles. The flash convertible comes into view and Joel lets out a scoff. He waves it down and the man surprisingly stops.
"Haven't got any jumper cables in the back there have you? Think my battery is shot." He blows his cigarette smoke away from the guy's displeased face.
"Lemme see what I've got" He grumbles getting out of the car.
"Thanks for stopping- been out here an hour" The man just waves Joel off as he roots through his tiny trunk. He pulls out a bundle of wires.
"These should do" Joel looks at the wires and the man speaks again " 'm not sure what to do with them" Joel grabs the wires out of his hands and untangles one of them. "They're supposed to be for cars-gives 'em a jump start" The man raises his eyesbrow in confusion as joel wraps the ends of the cable around his fists. He senses the man's hesitation and he hopes he hasn't blew it.
"Supposed?"
"Yeah-but I use them for people who can't keep their hands to themselves" It comes out sickly sweet and before the man knows it Joel is choking him out with the cable. He punches Joel's arm trying to get him to release his throat but Joel doesn't even flinch. All he's thinking about is this bruising on your hip and your sad eyes. The gasping for air and spluttering doesn't phase him because all he can see is you. He's making it right.
He lets up before he kills the guy and he drops to his knees into a pile infront of Joel, he throws the cable onto the coughing mess at his feet and lets out ragged breaths. Once his composure is semi-regained the man speaks in a hoarse voice.
"You're going to fucking jail man" Joel laughs at the statement. " I'm serious- I'm a fucking lawyer" his voice raises and Joel is still in a fit of laughter. The man clambers to his feet gripping his throat, Joel towers over him staring him down with a cheshire cat grin.
"You like grabbing on girls? You like doing it even after been told no? You think I don't have the security footage from the club you like to visit?" He sees the man's face drop and his finger comes up to push into his chest. "Go and press charges if you want I dont give a shit" He hops in his truck and starts it, he rolls his window down and sticks his hand out to wave a goodbye, Joel's still grinning as he drives off and even though he has no plans of telling you what he's done he feels somewhat better.
He's been avoiding you, that wasn't hard to see. You offer him a wave whenever you see he's sat out and he gives you a head nod and a slight smile. Whenever you pull up in your car he leaves his seat outside and retreats back into his trailer. His cigarettes are kept in his work shirt pocket now and it's no longer a silent invitation for you to sit and steal one from him. He's cold and awkward and it hurts your feelings. But more so you're angry. He knows that you have few people in your life you like and trust and he is one of them. You've opened up to him, spent hours with the man. You should've expected this, Joel can rarely confront problems head on in a mature way, he shys away from certain topics and leaves them to fester in the air between you. He closes himself off the minute it gets too difficult for him. You sort of like that about Joel though, you like him in general. You like his sense of humour, like the way he looks, oddly like the way he dresses especially when he's in his dirty work clothes or the time he wore a wife beater to work on his truck. You like his greying hair, like when he doesn't shave for a few days, love his gold crucifix necklace that hangs on his fuzzy chest when he wears a shirt with the first few buttons undone. You like when he does things for you without you asking, you like his hands and how big they look when you play cards sometimes. You like Joel, all of him even the parts you can sense he doesn't like about himself.
"Got a present for ya" You register your managers words but you don't know they're for you until he comes up behind you in the mirror of the club dressing room. "The handsy guy dropped it off" You shoot him a concerned look. "He's still banned but I reckon he'll be too scared to come back anyway" You're confused now.
"How so?"
"Think a boyfriend of yours got to him before we could-guy was in a neck brace. " He laughs and hands you a fat envelope when you spin around to face him. "Either that or he's really good at pissing people off" You say nothing back, you take the envelope and he leaves. There's a note in it and you read it before adressing the stack of money.
'Sorry for everything. Hope this helps'
You let out a scoff and flick through the money, it's got to be atleast five grand in there. You pack your stuff up and get ready to leave.
"Where you going? You're about to start?" You pass your manager on the way out, you slap a few hundreds on his chest.
"Don't feel so good" He takes the money and whatever protests he was about to say die in his mouth when you storm out of the club.
There are a million thoughts going around your head on your drive back home and they all come back to one man. You know he did it, he was too interested in your story when you were telling it. You saw how he jumped up to go 'get ice'. He kisses you, avoids you and then does whatever he did to the creep in what you can only assume is your honour. You could kill him and you could also kiss his ruggedly handsome face. You want to scream, the drive home never felt so long, you just need to talk to him. Joel is expecting you home in the early hours of the morning so you hope to catch him off guard, relaxed in his deck chair outside of his trailer with a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.
He's doing just that, almost as if you conjured him up by will alone. You get out of your car clumsily and grab the envelope to put in your pocket. He looks at you and it's the most you've seen of him in two weeks. Joel knows it's too late to retreat back to the safety of his trailer so he doesn't move a muscle. You come to stand in front of him, the only thing separating you is his worse for wear table.
"What did you do Joel?" You had wanted to get angry at him, you decided you would on the way here but looking at him now you panicked and couldn't go through with it.
"He tell you?" Joel might be a sociopath, how else can he keep his cool so effortlessly? You put the envelope on the table and urge him to open it. He stares at it for a second, flicks his finger through the notes and lets out a satisfied hum.
"Dropped it off an hour ago" He looks up at you. "In a neck brace" He laughs and it's genuine and you want to kiss his face all over. "What did you do Joel?"
"Choked him with his jumper cable" It reaches your ears so flippantly.
"Are you insane?" You don't mean to chastise him but his nonchalant demeanour is annoying you. "You could go to prison"
"After he just extorted you?"
"Did you tell him to?"
"No" He's taken a more serious tone now and you welcome it.
" I dont understand Joel" He's deep in thought staring into your eyes and you can feel his silent plea for you to go on. "You kiss me like your life depends on it, avoid me for two weeks and then choke the man who grabbed me- what's going on?" He runs a hand down his face rubbing the scruff that you've grown fond of. "I deserve an answer"
"You do" He pulls out a cigarette suddenly needing one from the intensity of the situation. He pulls the chair out next to him and leaves his packet of cigarettes on the table, an olive branch. You accept it.
"I'm not upset about the kiss Joel" He stays silent, studying your side profile as if someone had asked him to draw it from memory.
" It's not right"
"Says who?" Your turn to face him, his brows are furrowed and he's deep in thought still. "I liked it" Joel thinks you sound like the girl he met four years ago, shy. All the 'anger' had disappeared from your voice and you were left with the hurt. "I dont want you to avoid me- you owe me that Joel" And he knows he does.
"I know sweetheart" Sweetheart. "You got your whole life ahead of ya- jus' don't wanna hold you back"
"You got it on track Joel" He smiles at that and you join him. "You don't hold me back and I'm a strong enough person to recognise if you did" You both stub your cigarettes out and sit for a beat. " I missed you"
"I missed you too" There are a lot of unsaid feelings in the air surrounding you both. You don't mind Joels age, you think, a perverted part of you really enjoys it. You like how Joel's a little bit sleazy, you want to walk down the street with him and get weird looks from people when he kisses you. You want to cook him dinner for a change, you want to be his, want to be his girl. You just want Joel, it's a borderline need at this point.
"What's going on in that head?" You look at him hoping he can read your mind to save you from telling him. "You make me a bad man-even worse than I already am" Of course he knows whats going on in your head.
"Kinda into that" He chokes out a laugh and you smirk at him.
" 'm old enough to be your dad"
"Into that even more"
"You reduce me to a mess of perverted thoughts young lady" You shift in your seat at his authoritive tone and he notices. "Into that too huh?" You just nod suddenly void of all words. "It's not gonna end well" Joel is only convincing himself, he could easily bend you over and fuck you on his table right now. Let everyone see what is rightfully his and let people know that the 'what's mine is yours' attitude everyone has around here doesn't extend to you being his. You are only his, wants to parade you down the street showing you off to everyone only to yank you back whenever anyone dares to get a touch. He thinks of you dancing for all the men in the club, getting them going, only to get into Joel's bed at the end of the night. On particularly risqué nights Joel imagines you with a rounded belly carrying a perfect version of you and him, a child he would genuinely try to be better for. He wants the nice house and nice marriage and a nice child and he wants it with you. He feels shame for thinking about it but you look at him like he hung the moon most of the time and for you he would.
You're both just staring at eachother deep in thought, waiting-daring-the other to make the first move. You decide to let him choose, if he doesn't take it you will never give him the chance again. You stand up breaking Joel out of the trance you put him under.
"It's late-I should get some sle-"
"Don't" You hold back the smirk. "Just stay please" You nod at him and he gestures his head for you to come and sit with him. You know he meant the seat next to him but when he doesn't protest at you perching yourself on his lap you take it as a good sign. The look in his eyes can only be described as hungry, starving even. It's another game of staring each other down, one you're more reluctant to play this time.
"Please kiss me-please Joel"
"No going back if I do" His hand cups your jaw and it feels familiar, like an old friend. "We do this and I don't think I'll ever let you go"
"I don't want you to Joel"
Your confession is all he needs before he's placing his lips over yours, you welcome him immediately and clasp your hands around his neck. You both let out content sighs and it makes you giggle.
“You wanna be my girl huh?” He strokes your hair behind your ear and you nod eagerly. Joel might have a heart attack he thinks, that or he’ll wake up from the dream he’s in at any moment. ‘C’mon” You slide off of his lap and he leads the way into his trailer. It smells like Joel, neat but still plies of belongings everywhere in a very Joel way, you love his home, you always have.
You nearly jump on him the minute the door closes behind you.
“Need you Joel” You whine.
“You can have me baby” He kisses your head and lifts you up over his shoulder with ease even for a man of his age. You’re a mess of laughter and you can feel him cracking up under your stomach. You squeal out a ‘Joel’ and he shushes you behind his laughter. You land on your back on the man’s bed and you realise you have yet to be in Joel’s room up until now. It’s still very Joel and you expected no less from him. “So beautiful” Joel thinks out loud with a dopey smile. He doesn’t know where to even start with you, everything starts coming to him all at once and he’s at a loss with what to do first. He watches you intently and you lean up from the bed and take your hoodie off, you’re still in your ‘work’ clothes and Joel fights off a gasp. It’s a lacy number with bedazzled cherries over the cups.
“You wear that for work?” It a question with an obvious answer but Joel is dying for you to say it.
“Yeah- you like it?” If Joel didn’t know you he might believe the innocent tone of your voice,
“Like is putting it loosely”
You slip your shorts off so he can see the matching bottoms, you stand up and he reaches out to graze the garment lazily covering you. He flips you around so he can sit down on the edge of his bed, taking your place.
“Do a spin for me baby” He’s found his confidence now, and you appreciate it by doing a little twirl for him. He grabs your hips when you face him again, bringing you down to rest on his lap. This is what you wanted, wanted to be his pretty baby perched in his lap. You kiss his neck and he lets out the most delicious moan.
“Please can you fuck me?” You whisper in his ear and he shudders.
“Askin’ me so nicely baby” He strips off his T-shirt and connects your lips, it’s messier and backed by both of your shared lust. He reaches up to unclasp the skimpy lingerie and drags it down your arms. His kisses down your chest as he undoes the button to his jeans. You can feel yourself getting impatient and you grind down onto the bulge you can feel digging into you. “You want it bad don’t ya baby” He speeds up freeing him from his jeans and you sit up so he can slide them off.
“Been dreamin’ of it Joel” You moan sitting back down directly on his boxer clad cock. He groans and throws his head back. He feels his way to the tassels on the side of your bottoms and unties them, so he can throw them somewhere in his room.
You grind on him and kiss his neck as you do so, letting out small gasps. Joel has had a lot of sex in his life, a lot, but he’s never met someone as eager as you and the feeling is mutual. He picks you up from the back of your thighs and lays you down coming to lean himself over the top of you. He kisses all over your face, neck and chest. He works his way down your navel, biting and sucking any skin he can get his lips on.
“Joooooel”
“What baby?”
“Need you-need you now” You stroke some of his unruly hair out of his eyes.
“Just need my cock don’t you? Can’t think of nothin’ else” He shakes his head in fake annoyance and pulls his boxers down, cock springing free. You watch him from hooded eyes filled with lust. You have never wanted anything in your life more than Joel in this moment. “You want me to wear a condom?” He checks and your answer just about makes his knees buckle.
“Want you to fill me up Joel” You stretch your leg out and your foot touches the middle of Joel’s bare chest. He grabs it kissing your ankle, then your calf, his knees hit the bed and he kisses his way up your leg. His lips land on your pubic bone, then your tummy, he settles between your legs and he hushes your whines with a deep kiss.
“Last chance to stop this Honey”
“Never want to stop” You punctuate your sentence with a kiss and he slides into you with one strong push of his hips. Joel watches your head tip back and eyes close from pleasure and he can’t stop himself from nipping at your throat. He wants to leave a mark, needs to know that what you and him have done is real. He pulls out of you halfway on shaky arms and pushes back in. You tilt your head up to look at him with watery eyes.
“Don’t cry baby” He kisses you and you moan out, he’s picks up the pace of his thrusts and your body jolts along with him.
“Just feels so good Joel” You’re squirming underneath him, caged between his big arms. He draws one of his arms back caging your rib cage, he applies a bit of pressure when you squeeze around his length. Quiet curses tumble out of his mouth.
“Fuck baby-you-you feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around me” He rolls his hips against yours, going impossibly deeper, the thatch of hair on his body rubs perfectly against your clit. Your eyes close and your head starts to tip back again but his hand comes to your jaw like he has a magnet buried in his palm. “Look at me baby” You keep your eyes locked on his and Joel wonders how will he ever be satisfied? He doesn’t think he will ever be ready or willing to leave this bed or leave his place from between your legs. You’re his.
He’s slamming into you at a relentless pace and you’re taking every last thrust like a champ. He leans back and bends his neck so he can see his cock pistoning into you, he lets a glob of spit leave his mouth and drip down right onto your clit. It’s dirty and it makes your toes curl in pleasure. One of your ankles is in his hand and the other hand comes to rub figure eights onto your sensitive nub. Your back arches and you want to articulate that you’re going to come but no words will come out.
“Therrrrre she is” Smug.
“Fuck!” Joel lets your ankle go and lands a small slap to the inside of your thigh.
“Language young lady” Still smug. You shoot him a glare that contorts into pleasure as he continues to fuck you.
You clench around him and he can tell your teetering of the edge of climax.
“Please Joel-please make me cum”
“You go right ahead baby-cum all around me and I’ll fill you up sweet girl” The promise spurs you on and you let go around him in a fit of moans and rigid limbs. He fucks you at a nicer pace as you come down from your high, and you twitch from aftershocks of pleasure. Joel reminds himself to take a mental image of your hair splayed out on his pillow, eyes glassy from tears and your lip between your teeth. The image makes his hips stutter and breaths ragged. You reach up to stroke the back of his head with long nails and he loses it. You kiss over his chest as he fills you up with a loud moan.
He’s died and gone to heaven and when he comes back from the state of nirvana you put him in, you’re still there, grinning like a maniac from underneath him. He collapses on top of you with a kiss and you swipe the sweaty locks of hair out of his eyes.
“Can we do this everyday?” You ask innocently. And Joel lets out a choked gasp.
“We can do anything you want baby ‘m all yours”
“ I’m all yours Joel”
The thought sends pangs straight to his heart and he wonders after all the bad shit he’s done in his life how did he end up with you, the sweetest girl he’s ever met.
You take a deep breath fixing your lipstick in the dressing room mirror.
“You’re on in a minute” Your manager calls out to you and you nod quickly to say you’d heard him. You take one last look in the mirror and fix your outfit, ready to take to the stage. You hear the familiar music you’d picked for your stage show, Marvin Gaye’s ‘I want you” blares out. It’s one of Joel's favourite songs and it brings a smile to your face whenever you hear it.
You strut out with confidence and hear low wolf whistles but the loudest sound you hear is cheers from the chair right in front of the stage. It’s Joel, beaming with pride and a hand full of ones ready to shower his girl with.
I love this reader, this Joel and the way you managed to create such a sweet and wholesome [but sexy at the same time] dynamic between them in such a short text. Also, the nostalgic vibe that surrounds both characters...ugh i just loved everything.
kinda pervy!joelx stripper!reader in a trailer park? anyway i think it's hot. also free me from the shackles of listening to slutty 70s music and writing stuff about it??? marvin gaye if you can hear us please save us
WARNINGS: MDNI. age gap 22&45ish maybe older who knows. handsy men (not joel). violence. drinking. smoking. P in V sexy time. Reader is female and a strippa.
WORD COUNT: 6.4k
i barely proofread this lol xo
‘I can’t be here anymore, you’re an adult now and not my baby anymore. I’ve left you one month’s rent in an envelope on the counter. Don’t try and find me. I love you, Mom.’
A tear drops from your eye and smudges some of the ink on the letter. If the ink bleeds so much it might make the words into something else. Perched on the steps of your trailer, tears in your eyes and some littering your cheeks you wonder why she didn’t take you with her.
“She go to Vegas again?’ Joel, Joel Miller. The trailer parks most eligible bachelor but compared to the calibre of men in the park it’s not a hard title to earn. He’s rough around edges and blunt but he’s always been sweet to you and by extension your mom too. You moved in a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday and seven months down the line you had finally got adjusted to life in the park, maybe with a little help from Joel.
“She’s gone for good” You don’t look at him, too weak to let Joel see you cry. But Joel had seen you cry unbeknownst to you. Seen you with watery eyes sneaking out for a late night cigarette after an argument with your mom’s boyfriend. He’s seen you just on the brink of tears getting out of a questionable man’s car. He’s never addressed it with you personally. He puffs his cigarette and raises his eyebrows.
“For good? Where to?”
“Doesn’t say- says not to go and find her” You finally lift your face to meet his gaze.
“Christ kid”
“Actually it says I’m an adult now” It was a poor attempt at a joke but he cracks a sad smile nevertheless.
“You ate?” He drops his cigarette and stubs it out with his boot clad foot. Joel doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say, the only olive branch he can extend is food. You shake your head no to his question he offers a quick ‘c’mon’ and you follow him. The letter gets thrown into Joel’s fire pit and you pray he’s planning on burning some stuff sometime soon.
‘398-399 and 400” You count the money out to your ‘landlord’ and he sits with displeased look.
“You ever gonna give it to me not in ones?”
“Highly unlikely’ He slides the money off of the counter and you shoot him a smirk making your way out of his trailer. Four years later, four years older, four years without your mom and you’re still in the same trailer park. You took her leaving on the chin and worked towards starting a ‘new’ life without her. You didn’t have a dad as backup, didn’t have a mom, all you had were the friendly faces of the park. ‘Morning” You wave to the sweet older lady a few door down from you, she returns the wave with a cheery grin. A lot of people that end up on the edge of town, cooped up in aluminium walls, have fallen on hard times yet most of them are still smiley and caring people. Whatever is theirs is yours and vice versa. Joel sits outside of his trailer on a faded deck chair, he smokes like a chimney and is always covered in motor grease.
“You’re up early” He quips.
“Rent day”
“All in ones?” You plonk yourself on the chair next to his and reach for his beat up pack of cigarettes. He hands you the lighter and you light the stick up.
“Of course” You shrug and he shakes his head with a smile.
Joel thinks if you told him, four years ago the quiet, shy girl who was crying over her mom leaving would end up working at the local gentleman’s club, he would have laughed in your face. You have always been pretty, that was a fact and it made Joel feel dirty at times when he noticed your beauty but he would have never had you down as a stripper. He caught you coming home one morning, all dolled up but tired nonetheless. He had asked you where’d you been to be out so late, you shyly told him work and he noticed the pair of tall heels draped over your bag. Couple days later he heard the park manager complaining about you paying your rent in ones and it wouldn’t take a genius to guess where you were offering your services. Once you got more accustomed to your world of work you spoke about it more freely with Joel and he liked to hear the stories of men with odd requests. He hated hearing about the creeps you would encounter and couldn’t sleep until he heard you get home safely.
“Work going okay?” It didn’t mean to come out so awkwardly but Joel sometimes found it hard bringing your livelihood up.
“Never better-you?”
“Same old shit” You both sit and puff on your cigarettes in a nice silence.
“You ever think your life would turn out like this?” You think out loud and Joel shifts beside you. Joel hadn’t thought life would turn out like this. He’d always pictured he would own his own contracting firm, probably have a wife and maybe actually be in his child’s life.
“Kinda” He lies and you don’t notice.
“Me too” You don’t lie. “Maybe not the stripper part but certainly this”
“This?”
“You know- living here- doing this” You motion your hands to your surroundings and Joel just hums. You haven’t offended him, not in the slightest, he knows exactly what you mean.
“Do you like your job?” You’ve had this conversation before. You were sitting in the same chairs a few years prior and you were feeling a bit emotional and regretting your career choice. Joel told you there was a whole world out there and patted your back. He asked you if you enjoyed it and you could only answer with an ‘I don’t know’, he dropped it after that.
“Yeah I guess- the money- if the money wasn’t in it I probably wouldn’t be doing it” Joel senses you’re trying to convince yourself but he says nothing about it.
“Same with every job Honey” He muses
“Yup” You extinguish your cigarette in the beer bottle come ashtray on Joel’s outdoor table. “Speaking of jobs I have to sleep before my shift tonight” You pat your bare legs and make your way over to your own trailer.
“Catch ya later” You wave at Joel and he mentally smacks himself round the head for thinking about how great your legs look in the shorts you put on this morning. He was old enough to be your father and he had to remind himself of that multiple times whenever he was near you.
He thinks back to the night after a few too many beers you had invited him to come see you dance at the club. You said it jokingly but the idea snowballed into a serious conversation between you two. He thought about it deeply whilst you laughed next to him and it occurred to him he really wanted-needed- to see you dance. He never went, too proud and too full of shame to even tempt the idea with a sober head. You were pretty bummed he never came to see you, you got the vibe Joel didn’t want to talk about it so you never bought it up and you never asked him to come again.
Over the years Joel has been a light in your darkest times and even though he rarely smiles and is hard to read 90% of the time you still like to think he’s one of your closest friends. And you would also like to think you’re one of his. You’ve come to find out Joel’s love language is acts of service, he changes your oil without you asking, fixes your faucet when you mention it’s leaking, brings you over a plate of food when he’s made ‘too much’ and without you knowing, waits for you to get home safely after work most of the time if he isn't passed out from exhaustion . He’s never tried to be a parental figure in your life and you couldn’t be any happier. Joel treats you like an equal,like an adult and he offers helpful advice but ultimately lets you make your own decisions. He is not responsible for you and has never gave the impression he feels he is. He didn’t have to take you under his wing but he did and you would forever be grateful for him.
Tired. Tired was the only word that could describe you. Eight hours of twirling on a pole and acting interested in the club patrons had wrecked you tonight. A man had decided to get extra handsy tonight despite you telling him to keep them to himself. It had escalated and you were told to cut your shift short, go home and get some rest. You slam your car door not caring about waking up your neighbours, a glint of orange comes from the trailer across from you and you recognise it’s Joel having a late night cigarette. You make your way straight to your fridge and pull out the six pack of beer you keep in there and storm your way over to Joel’s trailer. He flicks on the outdoor light and pulls out the chair next to him for you. You say a quick ‘thank you’ and he nods, confirming he had heard you. You open a beer for him and then one for yourself, stealing one of his cigarettes in the process. After a drag of the cigarette and a sip of the beer you let out a comically large sigh.
“Rough night?” Joel jokes. You shoot him a look one that says ‘don’t you dare’ and he backs off. “What happened?”
“You don’t even wanna know” But Joel does, if someone hurt you he would kill them with his bare hands to make it right. Joel is fond of you, besides your dangerous beauty, he likes spending time with you, likes to do stuff for you. He would do almost anything for you and that scares him a little bit.
“You can tell me” And he means it.
“Some guy getting too handsy-they told me to leave and get some rest- you can’t slap patrons now apparently” The last part comes out as a joke but Joel knows you’re pissed, he is too. He’s seen you come into yourself, you’re stronger now, wiser and hell of a lot more beautiful. He shakes that last thought from his head.
“Who is he?”
“Some asshole- works in the lawyers office downtown- how ironic” You can’t tell Joel is taking notes about every aspect of the man.
“Well what’d he look like?” He prays he’s not making it too obvious.
“I dunno scrawny-brown hair and some stupid rich boy name” The first part wouldn’t give away the man you were talking about because they all look the same in that building but the stupid name told Joel all he needed to know. He did some work on the asshole’s house a few years ago when he was with a contracting firm. He stops his prying and gives you some reassurance.
“At least you got a slap in” You shoot him a smirk and lift up your hoodie. You have bruises starting to form on your hip bone and you touch them lightly. Joel wasn’t paying much attention to you but when he tilts his gaze to you he sees red. He sees the assholes head on a stick and you cheering behind him. He jolts up and makes his way inside the trailer. You look at him confused as he breezes right past you slamming the door open. He takes a deep breath and swings open his tiny freezer to get out some ice cubes he wraps them in a cloth to fashion an ice pack and makes his way back out to you. You’re still sat confused until he pulls out the ‘ice pack’. Joel kneels in front of you with a hushed groan and puts the frozen water to your forming bruises. You let out a hiss from the temperature, it’s a stark contrast from the warm Texan night. He looks up at you through his lashes and tries to find any sign you’re not comfortable with this.
“Better?” His eyes are still locked on yours and you’re finding it hard to break the trance. Joel is pretty, prettier up close. All the time you’ve spent with Joel and you’ve barely touched, a hug once or twice but never this, never this intimate. You nod at him and his eyes flit down towards his hands where they lay on your hip bone.
“Thank you Joel” It’s barely above a whisper.
Joel’s brain short circuits and all the dirty, perverse thoughts he has about you come to the front of his brain. He wants to kiss you, wants to feel your lips on his, he needs to kiss you. He will deal with the shame later on he decides, he wants it, just once. He leans in and connects his lips to yours, you let out a shocked gasp but ultimately relax and kiss him back ever so slightly. It comes as a surprise to you but a pleasant one all the same. All the time you’ve spent trying to read Joel you never thought this is what he was thinking of. You’ve noticed his wandering eyes every now and then and how he crosses his legs when you talk about your job but you put that down to male instincts. He lets out an amused hum and lets his free hand cup your jaw, you lean into it and try to deepen the kiss, wanting more from him. He pulls back in a flash and rises to his feet, he tries not to let the shocked expression on your face bother him. One of his hands goes to scratch the back of his head and you’ve never seen Joel look so awkward.
“ ‘m sorry-I shouldn’t have-that was” He rambles.
“It’s fine Joel”
“ ‘s not fine” You rise to your feet and he backs up a step. “We can’t do that again” His voice is firm and assertive. You look at him to try and understand him but he looks anywhere but your face, he lets out a breath and reaches for his trailer door handle. “ ‘m sorry” It’s sounds sad and you want to say ‘it’s okay’ and ‘we can do it again’ but he’s already halfway inside his home, shutting you out. You stand there dumbfounded for a minute, leaving the 4 beers on his table but stealing another cigarette and heading straight for your bed. You think it’s exhaustion, that nothing tonight happened and that when you wake up tomorrow everything will be back to normal.
Joel has to make things right, has to repent. He's watched your morals grow over the years but to him you're still a sweet girl, one he refuses to taint. You will make enough money and you will move out of the edge of town, you'll chase whatever dreams you have and you'll probably end up with a nice man in a nice house and maybe even have a nice kid. Joel doesn't fit in anywhere in that and he's guilty he's let it get this far. He's not getting any younger that he knows for certain. So he does the only thing he knows how to. He's been parked across from the lawyers office for a few hours just watching. His eyes are set on the asshole who grabbed you, Joel knows he shouldn't be here, shouldn't have kissed you either but here he is. He checks his watch and knows it's nearly time for the office to go home.
He pulls off and parks down a secluded road he knows is on the way to the man's house. Puts his warning lights on and gets out of the truck leaning against the side of it. He lights a cigarette between his lips and takes a long puff. He hears a car coming down the road before he sees it and he take his position as an innocent bystander with car troubles. The flash convertible comes into view and Joel lets out a scoff. He waves it down and the man surprisingly stops.
"Haven't got any jumper cables in the back there have you? Think my battery is shot." He blows his cigarette smoke away from the guy's displeased face.
"Lemme see what I've got" He grumbles getting out of the car.
"Thanks for stopping- been out here an hour" The man just waves Joel off as he roots through his tiny trunk. He pulls out a bundle of wires.
"These should do" Joel looks at the wires and the man speaks again " 'm not sure what to do with them" Joel grabs the wires out of his hands and untangles one of them. "They're supposed to be for cars-gives 'em a jump start" The man raises his eyesbrow in confusion as joel wraps the ends of the cable around his fists. He senses the man's hesitation and he hopes he hasn't blew it.
"Supposed?"
"Yeah-but I use them for people who can't keep their hands to themselves" It comes out sickly sweet and before the man knows it Joel is choking him out with the cable. He punches Joel's arm trying to get him to release his throat but Joel doesn't even flinch. All he's thinking about is this bruising on your hip and your sad eyes. The gasping for air and spluttering doesn't phase him because all he can see is you. He's making it right.
He lets up before he kills the guy and he drops to his knees into a pile infront of Joel, he throws the cable onto the coughing mess at his feet and lets out ragged breaths. Once his composure is semi-regained the man speaks in a hoarse voice.
"You're going to fucking jail man" Joel laughs at the statement. " I'm serious- I'm a fucking lawyer" his voice raises and Joel is still in a fit of laughter. The man clambers to his feet gripping his throat, Joel towers over him staring him down with a cheshire cat grin.
"You like grabbing on girls? You like doing it even after been told no? You think I don't have the security footage from the club you like to visit?" He sees the man's face drop and his finger comes up to push into his chest. "Go and press charges if you want I dont give a shit" He hops in his truck and starts it, he rolls his window down and sticks his hand out to wave a goodbye, Joel's still grinning as he drives off and even though he has no plans of telling you what he's done he feels somewhat better.
He's been avoiding you, that wasn't hard to see. You offer him a wave whenever you see he's sat out and he gives you a head nod and a slight smile. Whenever you pull up in your car he leaves his seat outside and retreats back into his trailer. His cigarettes are kept in his work shirt pocket now and it's no longer a silent invitation for you to sit and steal one from him. He's cold and awkward and it hurts your feelings. But more so you're angry. He knows that you have few people in your life you like and trust and he is one of them. You've opened up to him, spent hours with the man. You should've expected this, Joel can rarely confront problems head on in a mature way, he shys away from certain topics and leaves them to fester in the air between you. He closes himself off the minute it gets too difficult for him. You sort of like that about Joel though, you like him in general. You like his sense of humour, like the way he looks, oddly like the way he dresses especially when he's in his dirty work clothes or the time he wore a wife beater to work on his truck. You like his greying hair, like when he doesn't shave for a few days, love his gold crucifix necklace that hangs on his fuzzy chest when he wears a shirt with the first few buttons undone. You like when he does things for you without you asking, you like his hands and how big they look when you play cards sometimes. You like Joel, all of him even the parts you can sense he doesn't like about himself.
"Got a present for ya" You register your managers words but you don't know they're for you until he comes up behind you in the mirror of the club dressing room. "The handsy guy dropped it off" You shoot him a concerned look. "He's still banned but I reckon he'll be too scared to come back anyway" You're confused now.
"How so?"
"Think a boyfriend of yours got to him before we could-guy was in a neck brace. " He laughs and hands you a fat envelope when you spin around to face him. "Either that or he's really good at pissing people off" You say nothing back, you take the envelope and he leaves. There's a note in it and you read it before adressing the stack of money.
'Sorry for everything. Hope this helps'
You let out a scoff and flick through the money, it's got to be atleast five grand in there. You pack your stuff up and get ready to leave.
"Where you going? You're about to start?" You pass your manager on the way out, you slap a few hundreds on his chest.
"Don't feel so good" He takes the money and whatever protests he was about to say die in his mouth when you storm out of the club.
There are a million thoughts going around your head on your drive back home and they all come back to one man. You know he did it, he was too interested in your story when you were telling it. You saw how he jumped up to go 'get ice'. He kisses you, avoids you and then does whatever he did to the creep in what you can only assume is your honour. You could kill him and you could also kiss his ruggedly handsome face. You want to scream, the drive home never felt so long, you just need to talk to him. Joel is expecting you home in the early hours of the morning so you hope to catch him off guard, relaxed in his deck chair outside of his trailer with a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.
He's doing just that, almost as if you conjured him up by will alone. You get out of your car clumsily and grab the envelope to put in your pocket. He looks at you and it's the most you've seen of him in two weeks. Joel knows it's too late to retreat back to the safety of his trailer so he doesn't move a muscle. You come to stand in front of him, the only thing separating you is his worse for wear table.
"What did you do Joel?" You had wanted to get angry at him, you decided you would on the way here but looking at him now you panicked and couldn't go through with it.
"He tell you?" Joel might be a sociopath, how else can he keep his cool so effortlessly? You put the envelope on the table and urge him to open it. He stares at it for a second, flicks his finger through the notes and lets out a satisfied hum.
"Dropped it off an hour ago" He looks up at you. "In a neck brace" He laughs and it's genuine and you want to kiss his face all over. "What did you do Joel?"
"Choked him with his jumper cable" It reaches your ears so flippantly.
"Are you insane?" You don't mean to chastise him but his nonchalant demeanour is annoying you. "You could go to prison"
"After he just extorted you?"
"Did you tell him to?"
"No" He's taken a more serious tone now and you welcome it.
" I dont understand Joel" He's deep in thought staring into your eyes and you can feel his silent plea for you to go on. "You kiss me like your life depends on it, avoid me for two weeks and then choke the man who grabbed me- what's going on?" He runs a hand down his face rubbing the scruff that you've grown fond of. "I deserve an answer"
"You do" He pulls out a cigarette suddenly needing one from the intensity of the situation. He pulls the chair out next to him and leaves his packet of cigarettes on the table, an olive branch. You accept it.
"I'm not upset about the kiss Joel" He stays silent, studying your side profile as if someone had asked him to draw it from memory.
" It's not right"
"Says who?" Your turn to face him, his brows are furrowed and he's deep in thought still. "I liked it" Joel thinks you sound like the girl he met four years ago, shy. All the 'anger' had disappeared from your voice and you were left with the hurt. "I dont want you to avoid me- you owe me that Joel" And he knows he does.
"I know sweetheart" Sweetheart. "You got your whole life ahead of ya- jus' don't wanna hold you back"
"You got it on track Joel" He smiles at that and you join him. "You don't hold me back and I'm a strong enough person to recognise if you did" You both stub your cigarettes out and sit for a beat. " I missed you"
"I missed you too" There are a lot of unsaid feelings in the air surrounding you both. You don't mind Joels age, you think, a perverted part of you really enjoys it. You like how Joel's a little bit sleazy, you want to walk down the street with him and get weird looks from people when he kisses you. You want to cook him dinner for a change, you want to be his, want to be his girl. You just want Joel, it's a borderline need at this point.
"What's going on in that head?" You look at him hoping he can read your mind to save you from telling him. "You make me a bad man-even worse than I already am" Of course he knows whats going on in your head.
"Kinda into that" He chokes out a laugh and you smirk at him.
" 'm old enough to be your dad"
"Into that even more"
"You reduce me to a mess of perverted thoughts young lady" You shift in your seat at his authoritive tone and he notices. "Into that too huh?" You just nod suddenly void of all words. "It's not gonna end well" Joel is only convincing himself, he could easily bend you over and fuck you on his table right now. Let everyone see what is rightfully his and let people know that the 'what's mine is yours' attitude everyone has around here doesn't extend to you being his. You are only his, wants to parade you down the street showing you off to everyone only to yank you back whenever anyone dares to get a touch. He thinks of you dancing for all the men in the club, getting them going, only to get into Joel's bed at the end of the night. On particularly risqué nights Joel imagines you with a rounded belly carrying a perfect version of you and him, a child he would genuinely try to be better for. He wants the nice house and nice marriage and a nice child and he wants it with you. He feels shame for thinking about it but you look at him like he hung the moon most of the time and for you he would.
You're both just staring at eachother deep in thought, waiting-daring-the other to make the first move. You decide to let him choose, if he doesn't take it you will never give him the chance again. You stand up breaking Joel out of the trance you put him under.
"It's late-I should get some sle-"
"Don't" You hold back the smirk. "Just stay please" You nod at him and he gestures his head for you to come and sit with him. You know he meant the seat next to him but when he doesn't protest at you perching yourself on his lap you take it as a good sign. The look in his eyes can only be described as hungry, starving even. It's another game of staring each other down, one you're more reluctant to play this time.
"Please kiss me-please Joel"
"No going back if I do" His hand cups your jaw and it feels familiar, like an old friend. "We do this and I don't think I'll ever let you go"
"I don't want you to Joel"
Your confession is all he needs before he's placing his lips over yours, you welcome him immediately and clasp your hands around his neck. You both let out content sighs and it makes you giggle.
“You wanna be my girl huh?” He strokes your hair behind your ear and you nod eagerly. Joel might have a heart attack he thinks, that or he’ll wake up from the dream he’s in at any moment. ‘C’mon” You slide off of his lap and he leads the way into his trailer. It smells like Joel, neat but still plies of belongings everywhere in a very Joel way, you love his home, you always have.
You nearly jump on him the minute the door closes behind you.
“Need you Joel” You whine.
“You can have me baby” He kisses your head and lifts you up over his shoulder with ease even for a man of his age. You’re a mess of laughter and you can feel him cracking up under your stomach. You squeal out a ‘Joel’ and he shushes you behind his laughter. You land on your back on the man’s bed and you realise you have yet to be in Joel’s room up until now. It’s still very Joel and you expected no less from him. “So beautiful” Joel thinks out loud with a dopey smile. He doesn’t know where to even start with you, everything starts coming to him all at once and he’s at a loss with what to do first. He watches you intently and you lean up from the bed and take your hoodie off, you’re still in your ‘work’ clothes and Joel fights off a gasp. It’s a lacy number with bedazzled cherries over the cups.
“You wear that for work?” It a question with an obvious answer but Joel is dying for you to say it.
“Yeah- you like it?” If Joel didn’t know you he might believe the innocent tone of your voice,
“Like is putting it loosely”
You slip your shorts off so he can see the matching bottoms, you stand up and he reaches out to graze the garment lazily covering you. He flips you around so he can sit down on the edge of his bed, taking your place.
“Do a spin for me baby” He’s found his confidence now, and you appreciate it by doing a little twirl for him. He grabs your hips when you face him again, bringing you down to rest on his lap. This is what you wanted, wanted to be his pretty baby perched in his lap. You kiss his neck and he lets out the most delicious moan.
“Please can you fuck me?” You whisper in his ear and he shudders.
“Askin’ me so nicely baby” He strips off his T-shirt and connects your lips, it’s messier and backed by both of your shared lust. He reaches up to unclasp the skimpy lingerie and drags it down your arms. His kisses down your chest as he undoes the button to his jeans. You can feel yourself getting impatient and you grind down onto the bulge you can feel digging into you. “You want it bad don’t ya baby” He speeds up freeing him from his jeans and you sit up so he can slide them off.
“Been dreamin’ of it Joel” You moan sitting back down directly on his boxer clad cock. He groans and throws his head back. He feels his way to the tassels on the side of your bottoms and unties them, so he can throw them somewhere in his room.
You grind on him and kiss his neck as you do so, letting out small gasps. Joel has had a lot of sex in his life, a lot, but he’s never met someone as eager as you and the feeling is mutual. He picks you up from the back of your thighs and lays you down coming to lean himself over the top of you. He kisses all over your face, neck and chest. He works his way down your navel, biting and sucking any skin he can get his lips on.
“Joooooel”
“What baby?”
“Need you-need you now” You stroke some of his unruly hair out of his eyes.
“Just need my cock don’t you? Can’t think of nothin’ else” He shakes his head in fake annoyance and pulls his boxers down, cock springing free. You watch him from hooded eyes filled with lust. You have never wanted anything in your life more than Joel in this moment. “You want me to wear a condom?” He checks and your answer just about makes his knees buckle.
“Want you to fill me up Joel” You stretch your leg out and your foot touches the middle of Joel’s bare chest. He grabs it kissing your ankle, then your calf, his knees hit the bed and he kisses his way up your leg. His lips land on your pubic bone, then your tummy, he settles between your legs and he hushes your whines with a deep kiss.
“Last chance to stop this Honey”
“Never want to stop” You punctuate your sentence with a kiss and he slides into you with one strong push of his hips. Joel watches your head tip back and eyes close from pleasure and he can’t stop himself from nipping at your throat. He wants to leave a mark, needs to know that what you and him have done is real. He pulls out of you halfway on shaky arms and pushes back in. You tilt your head up to look at him with watery eyes.
“Don’t cry baby” He kisses you and you moan out, he’s picks up the pace of his thrusts and your body jolts along with him.
“Just feels so good Joel” You’re squirming underneath him, caged between his big arms. He draws one of his arms back caging your rib cage, he applies a bit of pressure when you squeeze around his length. Quiet curses tumble out of his mouth.
“Fuck baby-you-you feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around me” He rolls his hips against yours, going impossibly deeper, the thatch of hair on his body rubs perfectly against your clit. Your eyes close and your head starts to tip back again but his hand comes to your jaw like he has a magnet buried in his palm. “Look at me baby” You keep your eyes locked on his and Joel wonders how will he ever be satisfied? He doesn’t think he will ever be ready or willing to leave this bed or leave his place from between your legs. You’re his.
He’s slamming into you at a relentless pace and you’re taking every last thrust like a champ. He leans back and bends his neck so he can see his cock pistoning into you, he lets a glob of spit leave his mouth and drip down right onto your clit. It’s dirty and it makes your toes curl in pleasure. One of your ankles is in his hand and the other hand comes to rub figure eights onto your sensitive nub. Your back arches and you want to articulate that you’re going to come but no words will come out.
“Therrrrre she is” Smug.
“Fuck!” Joel lets your ankle go and lands a small slap to the inside of your thigh.
“Language young lady” Still smug. You shoot him a glare that contorts into pleasure as he continues to fuck you.
You clench around him and he can tell your teetering of the edge of climax.
“Please Joel-please make me cum”
“You go right ahead baby-cum all around me and I’ll fill you up sweet girl” The promise spurs you on and you let go around him in a fit of moans and rigid limbs. He fucks you at a nicer pace as you come down from your high, and you twitch from aftershocks of pleasure. Joel reminds himself to take a mental image of your hair splayed out on his pillow, eyes glassy from tears and your lip between your teeth. The image makes his hips stutter and breaths ragged. You reach up to stroke the back of his head with long nails and he loses it. You kiss over his chest as he fills you up with a loud moan.
He’s died and gone to heaven and when he comes back from the state of nirvana you put him in, you’re still there, grinning like a maniac from underneath him. He collapses on top of you with a kiss and you swipe the sweaty locks of hair out of his eyes.
“Can we do this everyday?” You ask innocently. And Joel lets out a choked gasp.
“We can do anything you want baby ‘m all yours”
“ I’m all yours Joel”
The thought sends pangs straight to his heart and he wonders after all the bad shit he’s done in his life how did he end up with you, the sweetest girl he’s ever met.
You take a deep breath fixing your lipstick in the dressing room mirror.
“You’re on in a minute” Your manager calls out to you and you nod quickly to say you’d heard him. You take one last look in the mirror and fix your outfit, ready to take to the stage. You hear the familiar music you’d picked for your stage show, Marvin Gaye’s ‘I want you” blares out. It’s one of Joel's favourite songs and it brings a smile to your face whenever you hear it.
You strut out with confidence and hear low wolf whistles but the loudest sound you hear is cheers from the chair right in front of the stage. It’s Joel, beaming with pride and a hand full of ones ready to shower his girl with.
I love, love, love a stripper!reader 🥹🥹 This was so cute and sweet and sexy! That some of my favourite parts were the angst of Joel's reticence and that he worked out his frustration by finding and choking out the lawyer?! I should probably go to therapy but I won't - I'll probably just read this again 🥵🥵
Loved so many things about this story, not the least of which was this little trailer park community you built up - I'm glad they have each other here! And I'm glad our girl got her Joel in the end 🥹🥹🥰
kinda pervy!joelx stripper!reader in a trailer park? anyway i think it's hot. also free me from the shackles of listening to slutty 70s music and writing stuff about it??? marvin gaye if you can hear us please save us
WARNINGS: MDNI. age gap 22&45ish maybe older who knows. handsy men (not joel). violence. drinking. smoking. P in V sexy time. Reader is female and a strippa.
WORD COUNT: 6.4k
i barely proofread this lol xo
‘I can’t be here anymore, you’re an adult now and not my baby anymore. I’ve left you one month’s rent in an envelope on the counter. Don’t try and find me. I love you, Mom.’
A tear drops from your eye and smudges some of the ink on the letter. If the ink bleeds so much it might make the words into something else. Perched on the steps of your trailer, tears in your eyes and some littering your cheeks you wonder why she didn’t take you with her.
“She go to Vegas again?’ Joel, Joel Miller. The trailer parks most eligible bachelor but compared to the calibre of men in the park it’s not a hard title to earn. He’s rough around edges and blunt but he’s always been sweet to you and by extension your mom too. You moved in a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday and seven months down the line you had finally got adjusted to life in the park, maybe with a little help from Joel.
“She’s gone for good” You don’t look at him, too weak to let Joel see you cry. But Joel had seen you cry unbeknownst to you. Seen you with watery eyes sneaking out for a late night cigarette after an argument with your mom’s boyfriend. He’s seen you just on the brink of tears getting out of a questionable man’s car. He’s never addressed it with you personally. He puffs his cigarette and raises his eyebrows.
“For good? Where to?”
“Doesn’t say- says not to go and find her” You finally lift your face to meet his gaze.
“Christ kid”
“Actually it says I’m an adult now” It was a poor attempt at a joke but he cracks a sad smile nevertheless.
“You ate?” He drops his cigarette and stubs it out with his boot clad foot. Joel doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say, the only olive branch he can extend is food. You shake your head no to his question he offers a quick ‘c’mon’ and you follow him. The letter gets thrown into Joel’s fire pit and you pray he’s planning on burning some stuff sometime soon.
‘398-399 and 400” You count the money out to your ‘landlord’ and he sits with displeased look.
“You ever gonna give it to me not in ones?”
“Highly unlikely’ He slides the money off of the counter and you shoot him a smirk making your way out of his trailer. Four years later, four years older, four years without your mom and you’re still in the same trailer park. You took her leaving on the chin and worked towards starting a ‘new’ life without her. You didn’t have a dad as backup, didn’t have a mom, all you had were the friendly faces of the park. ‘Morning” You wave to the sweet older lady a few door down from you, she returns the wave with a cheery grin. A lot of people that end up on the edge of town, cooped up in aluminium walls, have fallen on hard times yet most of them are still smiley and caring people. Whatever is theirs is yours and vice versa. Joel sits outside of his trailer on a faded deck chair, he smokes like a chimney and is always covered in motor grease.
“You’re up early” He quips.
“Rent day”
“All in ones?” You plonk yourself on the chair next to his and reach for his beat up pack of cigarettes. He hands you the lighter and you light the stick up.
“Of course” You shrug and he shakes his head with a smile.
Joel thinks if you told him, four years ago the quiet, shy girl who was crying over her mom leaving would end up working at the local gentleman’s club, he would have laughed in your face. You have always been pretty, that was a fact and it made Joel feel dirty at times when he noticed your beauty but he would have never had you down as a stripper. He caught you coming home one morning, all dolled up but tired nonetheless. He had asked you where’d you been to be out so late, you shyly told him work and he noticed the pair of tall heels draped over your bag. Couple days later he heard the park manager complaining about you paying your rent in ones and it wouldn’t take a genius to guess where you were offering your services. Once you got more accustomed to your world of work you spoke about it more freely with Joel and he liked to hear the stories of men with odd requests. He hated hearing about the creeps you would encounter and couldn’t sleep until he heard you get home safely.
“Work going okay?” It didn’t mean to come out so awkwardly but Joel sometimes found it hard bringing your livelihood up.
“Never better-you?”
“Same old shit” You both sit and puff on your cigarettes in a nice silence.
“You ever think your life would turn out like this?” You think out loud and Joel shifts beside you. Joel hadn’t thought life would turn out like this. He’d always pictured he would own his own contracting firm, probably have a wife and maybe actually be in his child’s life.
“Kinda” He lies and you don’t notice.
“Me too” You don’t lie. “Maybe not the stripper part but certainly this”
“This?”
“You know- living here- doing this” You motion your hands to your surroundings and Joel just hums. You haven’t offended him, not in the slightest, he knows exactly what you mean.
“Do you like your job?” You’ve had this conversation before. You were sitting in the same chairs a few years prior and you were feeling a bit emotional and regretting your career choice. Joel told you there was a whole world out there and patted your back. He asked you if you enjoyed it and you could only answer with an ‘I don’t know’, he dropped it after that.
“Yeah I guess- the money- if the money wasn’t in it I probably wouldn’t be doing it” Joel senses you’re trying to convince yourself but he says nothing about it.
“Same with every job Honey” He muses
“Yup” You extinguish your cigarette in the beer bottle come ashtray on Joel’s outdoor table. “Speaking of jobs I have to sleep before my shift tonight” You pat your bare legs and make your way over to your own trailer.
“Catch ya later” You wave at Joel and he mentally smacks himself round the head for thinking about how great your legs look in the shorts you put on this morning. He was old enough to be your father and he had to remind himself of that multiple times whenever he was near you.
He thinks back to the night after a few too many beers you had invited him to come see you dance at the club. You said it jokingly but the idea snowballed into a serious conversation between you two. He thought about it deeply whilst you laughed next to him and it occurred to him he really wanted-needed- to see you dance. He never went, too proud and too full of shame to even tempt the idea with a sober head. You were pretty bummed he never came to see you, you got the vibe Joel didn’t want to talk about it so you never bought it up and you never asked him to come again.
Over the years Joel has been a light in your darkest times and even though he rarely smiles and is hard to read 90% of the time you still like to think he’s one of your closest friends. And you would also like to think you’re one of his. You’ve come to find out Joel’s love language is acts of service, he changes your oil without you asking, fixes your faucet when you mention it’s leaking, brings you over a plate of food when he’s made ‘too much’ and without you knowing, waits for you to get home safely after work most of the time if he isn't passed out from exhaustion . He’s never tried to be a parental figure in your life and you couldn’t be any happier. Joel treats you like an equal,like an adult and he offers helpful advice but ultimately lets you make your own decisions. He is not responsible for you and has never gave the impression he feels he is. He didn’t have to take you under his wing but he did and you would forever be grateful for him.
Tired. Tired was the only word that could describe you. Eight hours of twirling on a pole and acting interested in the club patrons had wrecked you tonight. A man had decided to get extra handsy tonight despite you telling him to keep them to himself. It had escalated and you were told to cut your shift short, go home and get some rest. You slam your car door not caring about waking up your neighbours, a glint of orange comes from the trailer across from you and you recognise it’s Joel having a late night cigarette. You make your way straight to your fridge and pull out the six pack of beer you keep in there and storm your way over to Joel’s trailer. He flicks on the outdoor light and pulls out the chair next to him for you. You say a quick ‘thank you’ and he nods, confirming he had heard you. You open a beer for him and then one for yourself, stealing one of his cigarettes in the process. After a drag of the cigarette and a sip of the beer you let out a comically large sigh.
“Rough night?” Joel jokes. You shoot him a look one that says ‘don’t you dare’ and he backs off. “What happened?”
“You don’t even wanna know” But Joel does, if someone hurt you he would kill them with his bare hands to make it right. Joel is fond of you, besides your dangerous beauty, he likes spending time with you, likes to do stuff for you. He would do almost anything for you and that scares him a little bit.
“You can tell me” And he means it.
“Some guy getting too handsy-they told me to leave and get some rest- you can’t slap patrons now apparently” The last part comes out as a joke but Joel knows you’re pissed, he is too. He’s seen you come into yourself, you’re stronger now, wiser and hell of a lot more beautiful. He shakes that last thought from his head.
“Who is he?”
“Some asshole- works in the lawyers office downtown- how ironic” You can’t tell Joel is taking notes about every aspect of the man.
“Well what’d he look like?” He prays he’s not making it too obvious.
“I dunno scrawny-brown hair and some stupid rich boy name” The first part wouldn’t give away the man you were talking about because they all look the same in that building but the stupid name told Joel all he needed to know. He did some work on the asshole’s house a few years ago when he was with a contracting firm. He stops his prying and gives you some reassurance.
“At least you got a slap in” You shoot him a smirk and lift up your hoodie. You have bruises starting to form on your hip bone and you touch them lightly. Joel wasn’t paying much attention to you but when he tilts his gaze to you he sees red. He sees the assholes head on a stick and you cheering behind him. He jolts up and makes his way inside the trailer. You look at him confused as he breezes right past you slamming the door open. He takes a deep breath and swings open his tiny freezer to get out some ice cubes he wraps them in a cloth to fashion an ice pack and makes his way back out to you. You’re still sat confused until he pulls out the ‘ice pack’. Joel kneels in front of you with a hushed groan and puts the frozen water to your forming bruises. You let out a hiss from the temperature, it’s a stark contrast from the warm Texan night. He looks up at you through his lashes and tries to find any sign you’re not comfortable with this.
“Better?” His eyes are still locked on yours and you’re finding it hard to break the trance. Joel is pretty, prettier up close. All the time you’ve spent with Joel and you’ve barely touched, a hug once or twice but never this, never this intimate. You nod at him and his eyes flit down towards his hands where they lay on your hip bone.
“Thank you Joel” It’s barely above a whisper.
Joel’s brain short circuits and all the dirty, perverse thoughts he has about you come to the front of his brain. He wants to kiss you, wants to feel your lips on his, he needs to kiss you. He will deal with the shame later on he decides, he wants it, just once. He leans in and connects his lips to yours, you let out a shocked gasp but ultimately relax and kiss him back ever so slightly. It comes as a surprise to you but a pleasant one all the same. All the time you’ve spent trying to read Joel you never thought this is what he was thinking of. You’ve noticed his wandering eyes every now and then and how he crosses his legs when you talk about your job but you put that down to male instincts. He lets out an amused hum and lets his free hand cup your jaw, you lean into it and try to deepen the kiss, wanting more from him. He pulls back in a flash and rises to his feet, he tries not to let the shocked expression on your face bother him. One of his hands goes to scratch the back of his head and you’ve never seen Joel look so awkward.
“ ‘m sorry-I shouldn’t have-that was” He rambles.
“It’s fine Joel”
“ ‘s not fine” You rise to your feet and he backs up a step. “We can’t do that again” His voice is firm and assertive. You look at him to try and understand him but he looks anywhere but your face, he lets out a breath and reaches for his trailer door handle. “ ‘m sorry” It’s sounds sad and you want to say ‘it’s okay’ and ‘we can do it again’ but he’s already halfway inside his home, shutting you out. You stand there dumbfounded for a minute, leaving the 4 beers on his table but stealing another cigarette and heading straight for your bed. You think it’s exhaustion, that nothing tonight happened and that when you wake up tomorrow everything will be back to normal.
Joel has to make things right, has to repent. He's watched your morals grow over the years but to him you're still a sweet girl, one he refuses to taint. You will make enough money and you will move out of the edge of town, you'll chase whatever dreams you have and you'll probably end up with a nice man in a nice house and maybe even have a nice kid. Joel doesn't fit in anywhere in that and he's guilty he's let it get this far. He's not getting any younger that he knows for certain. So he does the only thing he knows how to. He's been parked across from the lawyers office for a few hours just watching. His eyes are set on the asshole who grabbed you, Joel knows he shouldn't be here, shouldn't have kissed you either but here he is. He checks his watch and knows it's nearly time for the office to go home.
He pulls off and parks down a secluded road he knows is on the way to the man's house. Puts his warning lights on and gets out of the truck leaning against the side of it. He lights a cigarette between his lips and takes a long puff. He hears a car coming down the road before he sees it and he take his position as an innocent bystander with car troubles. The flash convertible comes into view and Joel lets out a scoff. He waves it down and the man surprisingly stops.
"Haven't got any jumper cables in the back there have you? Think my battery is shot." He blows his cigarette smoke away from the guy's displeased face.
"Lemme see what I've got" He grumbles getting out of the car.
"Thanks for stopping- been out here an hour" The man just waves Joel off as he roots through his tiny trunk. He pulls out a bundle of wires.
"These should do" Joel looks at the wires and the man speaks again " 'm not sure what to do with them" Joel grabs the wires out of his hands and untangles one of them. "They're supposed to be for cars-gives 'em a jump start" The man raises his eyesbrow in confusion as joel wraps the ends of the cable around his fists. He senses the man's hesitation and he hopes he hasn't blew it.
"Supposed?"
"Yeah-but I use them for people who can't keep their hands to themselves" It comes out sickly sweet and before the man knows it Joel is choking him out with the cable. He punches Joel's arm trying to get him to release his throat but Joel doesn't even flinch. All he's thinking about is this bruising on your hip and your sad eyes. The gasping for air and spluttering doesn't phase him because all he can see is you. He's making it right.
He lets up before he kills the guy and he drops to his knees into a pile infront of Joel, he throws the cable onto the coughing mess at his feet and lets out ragged breaths. Once his composure is semi-regained the man speaks in a hoarse voice.
"You're going to fucking jail man" Joel laughs at the statement. " I'm serious- I'm a fucking lawyer" his voice raises and Joel is still in a fit of laughter. The man clambers to his feet gripping his throat, Joel towers over him staring him down with a cheshire cat grin.
"You like grabbing on girls? You like doing it even after been told no? You think I don't have the security footage from the club you like to visit?" He sees the man's face drop and his finger comes up to push into his chest. "Go and press charges if you want I dont give a shit" He hops in his truck and starts it, he rolls his window down and sticks his hand out to wave a goodbye, Joel's still grinning as he drives off and even though he has no plans of telling you what he's done he feels somewhat better.
He's been avoiding you, that wasn't hard to see. You offer him a wave whenever you see he's sat out and he gives you a head nod and a slight smile. Whenever you pull up in your car he leaves his seat outside and retreats back into his trailer. His cigarettes are kept in his work shirt pocket now and it's no longer a silent invitation for you to sit and steal one from him. He's cold and awkward and it hurts your feelings. But more so you're angry. He knows that you have few people in your life you like and trust and he is one of them. You've opened up to him, spent hours with the man. You should've expected this, Joel can rarely confront problems head on in a mature way, he shys away from certain topics and leaves them to fester in the air between you. He closes himself off the minute it gets too difficult for him. You sort of like that about Joel though, you like him in general. You like his sense of humour, like the way he looks, oddly like the way he dresses especially when he's in his dirty work clothes or the time he wore a wife beater to work on his truck. You like his greying hair, like when he doesn't shave for a few days, love his gold crucifix necklace that hangs on his fuzzy chest when he wears a shirt with the first few buttons undone. You like when he does things for you without you asking, you like his hands and how big they look when you play cards sometimes. You like Joel, all of him even the parts you can sense he doesn't like about himself.
"Got a present for ya" You register your managers words but you don't know they're for you until he comes up behind you in the mirror of the club dressing room. "The handsy guy dropped it off" You shoot him a concerned look. "He's still banned but I reckon he'll be too scared to come back anyway" You're confused now.
"How so?"
"Think a boyfriend of yours got to him before we could-guy was in a neck brace. " He laughs and hands you a fat envelope when you spin around to face him. "Either that or he's really good at pissing people off" You say nothing back, you take the envelope and he leaves. There's a note in it and you read it before adressing the stack of money.
'Sorry for everything. Hope this helps'
You let out a scoff and flick through the money, it's got to be atleast five grand in there. You pack your stuff up and get ready to leave.
"Where you going? You're about to start?" You pass your manager on the way out, you slap a few hundreds on his chest.
"Don't feel so good" He takes the money and whatever protests he was about to say die in his mouth when you storm out of the club.
There are a million thoughts going around your head on your drive back home and they all come back to one man. You know he did it, he was too interested in your story when you were telling it. You saw how he jumped up to go 'get ice'. He kisses you, avoids you and then does whatever he did to the creep in what you can only assume is your honour. You could kill him and you could also kiss his ruggedly handsome face. You want to scream, the drive home never felt so long, you just need to talk to him. Joel is expecting you home in the early hours of the morning so you hope to catch him off guard, relaxed in his deck chair outside of his trailer with a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.
He's doing just that, almost as if you conjured him up by will alone. You get out of your car clumsily and grab the envelope to put in your pocket. He looks at you and it's the most you've seen of him in two weeks. Joel knows it's too late to retreat back to the safety of his trailer so he doesn't move a muscle. You come to stand in front of him, the only thing separating you is his worse for wear table.
"What did you do Joel?" You had wanted to get angry at him, you decided you would on the way here but looking at him now you panicked and couldn't go through with it.
"He tell you?" Joel might be a sociopath, how else can he keep his cool so effortlessly? You put the envelope on the table and urge him to open it. He stares at it for a second, flicks his finger through the notes and lets out a satisfied hum.
"Dropped it off an hour ago" He looks up at you. "In a neck brace" He laughs and it's genuine and you want to kiss his face all over. "What did you do Joel?"
"Choked him with his jumper cable" It reaches your ears so flippantly.
"Are you insane?" You don't mean to chastise him but his nonchalant demeanour is annoying you. "You could go to prison"
"After he just extorted you?"
"Did you tell him to?"
"No" He's taken a more serious tone now and you welcome it.
" I dont understand Joel" He's deep in thought staring into your eyes and you can feel his silent plea for you to go on. "You kiss me like your life depends on it, avoid me for two weeks and then choke the man who grabbed me- what's going on?" He runs a hand down his face rubbing the scruff that you've grown fond of. "I deserve an answer"
"You do" He pulls out a cigarette suddenly needing one from the intensity of the situation. He pulls the chair out next to him and leaves his packet of cigarettes on the table, an olive branch. You accept it.
"I'm not upset about the kiss Joel" He stays silent, studying your side profile as if someone had asked him to draw it from memory.
" It's not right"
"Says who?" Your turn to face him, his brows are furrowed and he's deep in thought still. "I liked it" Joel thinks you sound like the girl he met four years ago, shy. All the 'anger' had disappeared from your voice and you were left with the hurt. "I dont want you to avoid me- you owe me that Joel" And he knows he does.
"I know sweetheart" Sweetheart. "You got your whole life ahead of ya- jus' don't wanna hold you back"
"You got it on track Joel" He smiles at that and you join him. "You don't hold me back and I'm a strong enough person to recognise if you did" You both stub your cigarettes out and sit for a beat. " I missed you"
"I missed you too" There are a lot of unsaid feelings in the air surrounding you both. You don't mind Joels age, you think, a perverted part of you really enjoys it. You like how Joel's a little bit sleazy, you want to walk down the street with him and get weird looks from people when he kisses you. You want to cook him dinner for a change, you want to be his, want to be his girl. You just want Joel, it's a borderline need at this point.
"What's going on in that head?" You look at him hoping he can read your mind to save you from telling him. "You make me a bad man-even worse than I already am" Of course he knows whats going on in your head.
"Kinda into that" He chokes out a laugh and you smirk at him.
" 'm old enough to be your dad"
"Into that even more"
"You reduce me to a mess of perverted thoughts young lady" You shift in your seat at his authoritive tone and he notices. "Into that too huh?" You just nod suddenly void of all words. "It's not gonna end well" Joel is only convincing himself, he could easily bend you over and fuck you on his table right now. Let everyone see what is rightfully his and let people know that the 'what's mine is yours' attitude everyone has around here doesn't extend to you being his. You are only his, wants to parade you down the street showing you off to everyone only to yank you back whenever anyone dares to get a touch. He thinks of you dancing for all the men in the club, getting them going, only to get into Joel's bed at the end of the night. On particularly risqué nights Joel imagines you with a rounded belly carrying a perfect version of you and him, a child he would genuinely try to be better for. He wants the nice house and nice marriage and a nice child and he wants it with you. He feels shame for thinking about it but you look at him like he hung the moon most of the time and for you he would.
You're both just staring at eachother deep in thought, waiting-daring-the other to make the first move. You decide to let him choose, if he doesn't take it you will never give him the chance again. You stand up breaking Joel out of the trance you put him under.
"It's late-I should get some sle-"
"Don't" You hold back the smirk. "Just stay please" You nod at him and he gestures his head for you to come and sit with him. You know he meant the seat next to him but when he doesn't protest at you perching yourself on his lap you take it as a good sign. The look in his eyes can only be described as hungry, starving even. It's another game of staring each other down, one you're more reluctant to play this time.
"Please kiss me-please Joel"
"No going back if I do" His hand cups your jaw and it feels familiar, like an old friend. "We do this and I don't think I'll ever let you go"
"I don't want you to Joel"
Your confession is all he needs before he's placing his lips over yours, you welcome him immediately and clasp your hands around his neck. You both let out content sighs and it makes you giggle.
“You wanna be my girl huh?” He strokes your hair behind your ear and you nod eagerly. Joel might have a heart attack he thinks, that or he’ll wake up from the dream he’s in at any moment. ‘C’mon” You slide off of his lap and he leads the way into his trailer. It smells like Joel, neat but still plies of belongings everywhere in a very Joel way, you love his home, you always have.
You nearly jump on him the minute the door closes behind you.
“Need you Joel” You whine.
“You can have me baby” He kisses your head and lifts you up over his shoulder with ease even for a man of his age. You’re a mess of laughter and you can feel him cracking up under your stomach. You squeal out a ‘Joel’ and he shushes you behind his laughter. You land on your back on the man’s bed and you realise you have yet to be in Joel’s room up until now. It’s still very Joel and you expected no less from him. “So beautiful” Joel thinks out loud with a dopey smile. He doesn’t know where to even start with you, everything starts coming to him all at once and he’s at a loss with what to do first. He watches you intently and you lean up from the bed and take your hoodie off, you’re still in your ‘work’ clothes and Joel fights off a gasp. It’s a lacy number with bedazzled cherries over the cups.
“You wear that for work?” It a question with an obvious answer but Joel is dying for you to say it.
“Yeah- you like it?” If Joel didn’t know you he might believe the innocent tone of your voice,
“Like is putting it loosely”
You slip your shorts off so he can see the matching bottoms, you stand up and he reaches out to graze the garment lazily covering you. He flips you around so he can sit down on the edge of his bed, taking your place.
“Do a spin for me baby” He’s found his confidence now, and you appreciate it by doing a little twirl for him. He grabs your hips when you face him again, bringing you down to rest on his lap. This is what you wanted, wanted to be his pretty baby perched in his lap. You kiss his neck and he lets out the most delicious moan.
“Please can you fuck me?” You whisper in his ear and he shudders.
“Askin’ me so nicely baby” He strips off his T-shirt and connects your lips, it’s messier and backed by both of your shared lust. He reaches up to unclasp the skimpy lingerie and drags it down your arms. His kisses down your chest as he undoes the button to his jeans. You can feel yourself getting impatient and you grind down onto the bulge you can feel digging into you. “You want it bad don’t ya baby” He speeds up freeing him from his jeans and you sit up so he can slide them off.
“Been dreamin’ of it Joel” You moan sitting back down directly on his boxer clad cock. He groans and throws his head back. He feels his way to the tassels on the side of your bottoms and unties them, so he can throw them somewhere in his room.
You grind on him and kiss his neck as you do so, letting out small gasps. Joel has had a lot of sex in his life, a lot, but he’s never met someone as eager as you and the feeling is mutual. He picks you up from the back of your thighs and lays you down coming to lean himself over the top of you. He kisses all over your face, neck and chest. He works his way down your navel, biting and sucking any skin he can get his lips on.
“Joooooel”
“What baby?”
“Need you-need you now” You stroke some of his unruly hair out of his eyes.
“Just need my cock don’t you? Can’t think of nothin’ else” He shakes his head in fake annoyance and pulls his boxers down, cock springing free. You watch him from hooded eyes filled with lust. You have never wanted anything in your life more than Joel in this moment. “You want me to wear a condom?” He checks and your answer just about makes his knees buckle.
“Want you to fill me up Joel” You stretch your leg out and your foot touches the middle of Joel’s bare chest. He grabs it kissing your ankle, then your calf, his knees hit the bed and he kisses his way up your leg. His lips land on your pubic bone, then your tummy, he settles between your legs and he hushes your whines with a deep kiss.
“Last chance to stop this Honey”
“Never want to stop” You punctuate your sentence with a kiss and he slides into you with one strong push of his hips. Joel watches your head tip back and eyes close from pleasure and he can’t stop himself from nipping at your throat. He wants to leave a mark, needs to know that what you and him have done is real. He pulls out of you halfway on shaky arms and pushes back in. You tilt your head up to look at him with watery eyes.
“Don’t cry baby” He kisses you and you moan out, he’s picks up the pace of his thrusts and your body jolts along with him.
“Just feels so good Joel” You’re squirming underneath him, caged between his big arms. He draws one of his arms back caging your rib cage, he applies a bit of pressure when you squeeze around his length. Quiet curses tumble out of his mouth.
“Fuck baby-you-you feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around me” He rolls his hips against yours, going impossibly deeper, the thatch of hair on his body rubs perfectly against your clit. Your eyes close and your head starts to tip back again but his hand comes to your jaw like he has a magnet buried in his palm. “Look at me baby” You keep your eyes locked on his and Joel wonders how will he ever be satisfied? He doesn’t think he will ever be ready or willing to leave this bed or leave his place from between your legs. You’re his.
He’s slamming into you at a relentless pace and you’re taking every last thrust like a champ. He leans back and bends his neck so he can see his cock pistoning into you, he lets a glob of spit leave his mouth and drip down right onto your clit. It’s dirty and it makes your toes curl in pleasure. One of your ankles is in his hand and the other hand comes to rub figure eights onto your sensitive nub. Your back arches and you want to articulate that you’re going to come but no words will come out.
“Therrrrre she is” Smug.
“Fuck!” Joel lets your ankle go and lands a small slap to the inside of your thigh.
“Language young lady” Still smug. You shoot him a glare that contorts into pleasure as he continues to fuck you.
You clench around him and he can tell your teetering of the edge of climax.
“Please Joel-please make me cum”
“You go right ahead baby-cum all around me and I’ll fill you up sweet girl” The promise spurs you on and you let go around him in a fit of moans and rigid limbs. He fucks you at a nicer pace as you come down from your high, and you twitch from aftershocks of pleasure. Joel reminds himself to take a mental image of your hair splayed out on his pillow, eyes glassy from tears and your lip between your teeth. The image makes his hips stutter and breaths ragged. You reach up to stroke the back of his head with long nails and he loses it. You kiss over his chest as he fills you up with a loud moan.
He’s died and gone to heaven and when he comes back from the state of nirvana you put him in, you’re still there, grinning like a maniac from underneath him. He collapses on top of you with a kiss and you swipe the sweaty locks of hair out of his eyes.
“Can we do this everyday?” You ask innocently. And Joel lets out a choked gasp.
“We can do anything you want baby ‘m all yours”
“ I’m all yours Joel”
The thought sends pangs straight to his heart and he wonders after all the bad shit he’s done in his life how did he end up with you, the sweetest girl he’s ever met.
You take a deep breath fixing your lipstick in the dressing room mirror.
“You’re on in a minute” Your manager calls out to you and you nod quickly to say you’d heard him. You take one last look in the mirror and fix your outfit, ready to take to the stage. You hear the familiar music you’d picked for your stage show, Marvin Gaye’s ‘I want you” blares out. It’s one of Joel's favourite songs and it brings a smile to your face whenever you hear it.
You strut out with confidence and hear low wolf whistles but the loudest sound you hear is cheers from the chair right in front of the stage. It’s Joel, beaming with pride and a hand full of ones ready to shower his girl with.
Warnings: MDNI alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, P in V shmexy time. Reader is female. age gap 21&45 ish but it's really up to you. No outbreak, no mention of sarah.
Word count: 5k
You're a temptress.
The words swam around your head much like the ice cubes in the tequila soda you’re drinking. You’re in the same bar with the same drink, it’s much less crowded this time and the lack of patrons gives you more time to think. Summer is almost over and you would be hours away from this place, this bar and Joel soon enough . It scares you and eases your mind at the same time. You had barely seen him since your dad’s party, just fleeting glances when he dropped your dad off or the time you accidentally answered the door when he was picking up a power tool from your dad. Every time you saw him it was like you had seen a ghost, your hairs pricked up and you couldn’t seem to form sentences. You used to be confident and bubbly and could navigate the small crush you had on Joel but now he turned you into a shy, reserved mess anytime you looked at him.
The hardest part of it all was wondering ‘what now?’. The only thing different with Joel is his lack of conversation with you, usually if you answered the door to him he would engage in light conversation and ask about college. But he looked like he too had seen a ghost. You’re still longing for the old Joel back but it’s possible he will never be back, at least not with you anyway. His composure is something to admire, he’s still carrying on with your dad like nothing ever happened, it’s a relief but you wonder if he can keep it up forever.
“Just been dumped sweetie?’ A voice pulls you out of your Joel induced trance and you look round to see who it is, moustache man. Do you seriously look that sad? “That guy you were with? He dump you?”
“You remember?”
“Never forget a face as pretty as yours” Ew. You forgot about moustache man, all of your thoughts from that night revolve around the backseat of Joel’s truck.
“Thanks but no he’s not- me and him aren’t-“ You fumble over your words and you can’t believe your divulging moustache man, of all people, in the information.
“What’s got you all depressed then honey?” You shrug, not sure what to say. “You look like you need a drink” He waves the bartender down and you try to object but it falls on deaf ears. Two shots of whiskey are placed in front of you and he pays the bartender.
“To being dumped” He says raising his glass and you have no other option than to cheers him. It burns going down and settles in your stomach with a warming sensation but the moustache man was right, you did need the drink. You thank him and he stalks off to put some songs on the jukebox leaving you alone with your thoughts again. Everything reminds you of Joel and it wasn’t wise coming back to the scene of the crime. The barmaid Tommy went home with is here and she offers you weak smiles every so often. The jukebox with ‘If I can’t have you’ on it is here. The parking lot where Joel’s truck was parked is surprisingly still here. Joel’s ghost may well have been here too.
‘Working my way back to you’ by The Spinners is playing quietly throughout the bar and you’re tapping your foot lightly to the beat. The summer of your 21st birthday was supposed to be magical and filled with memories but all you’ve done is sit in a dive bar that plays 70s Motown at all times. You chuckle to yourself at the thought.
“Seen too many girls as pretty as you end up like that” It’s the barmaid and she’s pointing at an older woman sitting in one of the booths, nursing a triple shot of whiskey. The woman looks zoned out and though you hate to say it, the years haven't been kind to her. You follow the barmaid's finger back to her face and she’s looking at you with an ‘all knowing’ look. You’re perplexed and she senses it. "Nothing is worth ending up here drowning your sorrows” Her hands are on her hips and she speaks with authority. You can see why Tommy was so hung up on her.
“ ‘m not drowning my sorrows” It comes out as a mumble and does to plead your case whatsoever.
“Happy people don’t sit at a bar with a pouty face” She giggles. “You know Tommy right?”
“Yeah” You straighten up to talk to her without pouting. “You like him?”
“Something like that”
“Right”
“You like his brother? Joel?” The air gets knocked out of your lungs and your eyes go wide as you register her words. ‘I’ll take that as a yes”
“It’s not like that- it’s- well-“ Your mouth opens and closes again and again but you struggle to find the words. Yours and Joel’s dirty secret evidently wasn’t so secret. ‘He’s my dad’s best friend, Tommy too”
“Well shit” She breathes out, and you sigh feeling relief to get it off your chest. “One sec” She holds her finger up and walks somewhere behind the bar. You drink your tequila soda in two sips and by the time you’re done she back with two whiskeys with one cube of ice in each. She slides one over to you whilst taking a small sip of the other. “Tell me everything”
“You’re so fucked” Three whiskeys later and the story of you and Joel laid out across the bar you feel a little bit better.
“I know” You whine hiding your face in your hands.
“In my parking lot?”
“ ‘m sorry” Another pout.
“ I’ve done worse” She shrugs and if you had siblings you imagine this is what having an older sister would be like.
“That makes me feel better”
“Not with my dad’s buddy though” You shoot her a glare and she backs off with her hands up.
“What am I gonna do?”
“You do nothing. You’re far to pretty to be chasing around after someone who's old enough to be your dad”
“Thank you for that”
“No problem, you know your dad would never speak to you or Joel ever again and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” You think over her words and you know full well she’s right. “Some things are best left to one night only”
“Like you and Tommy?”
“Hell no, he is too good with his hands for me to pass that one by” She sticks he tongue out cheekily and waves her fingers around. You both fall into laughter and barely register the two brothers walking into the bar. You hear Tommy before you see him.
“You two getting drunk without us?” He announces to the whole bar. You whip your head round and see Joel standing sheepishly next to him. Your new friend whispers a quiet ‘good luck girl’ and walks round the bar to greet Tommy. He kisses her deeply, too deeply for prying eyes but you understand after her previous comments. You and Joel both watch awkwardly until he breaks the ice between you two.
“What are you doing here Doll?” He sounds disappointed as he walks closer to you away from anyone eavesdropping.
“Having a drink” It comes out small and shy.
“Having a drink?” You nod and he just shakes his head.
He orders himself a whiskey and sits on the stool next to you, an awkward silence falls between you two. Tommy and his lover move to a booth and you wondered if he was going to ditch Joel all along.
“You can go sit with them ‘m fine on my own” You offer him an out and it’s up to him to take it.
“And sit with those two lovebirds?” It’s half joking and it’s half the old Joel. You quietly snigger and focus back on your drink. There are a thousand thoughts swimming around your head and everything you wish you could say to Joel but you settle on an apology.
“ ‘m sorry Joel” You don’t look at him when you say it and you hope he knows it’s sincere even though you can’t face his reaction.
“Y’don’t have to be sorry Doll” It comes out steadily and soft. You finally look at him and he does’t look like Joel. He looks sad and quite frankly a mess, all the weeks of keeping up appearances must have caught up to him. “It was a team effort” his smile is shy and looks like it could fall any second.
“ I seduced you” You cringe at your words and wish you could take them back immediately.
“You didn’t seduce me. I had my eyes on you all night just didn’t have the courage to do anything” He breathes out deeply and you can smell the whiskey on his breath. “Until I did”
“But the dancing?”
“The dancing was nothing, I was always gonna take you outside-had it planned after your display with moustache man” He narrows his eyes at you and you blush remembering how you tried to make Joel jealous. “You’re a beautiful girl-truly- and ‘m happy you gave some of your time to an old man like me. But I am an old man and I am your dad’s buddy and it ain’t right” As quickly as Joel can lift you up, he can shoot you down.
“I know that Joel”
“We can pretend it never happened- cut the tension and be back to normal” You’re feeling bold tonight, you think maybe the bar is haunted and that’s why you can never make rational decisions in here.
“Do you want that?” His brow furrows. “To pretend it never happened?”
“I don’t see an alternative Doll” He reasons. “Your dad-“
“Would kill us” You knew it was coming so you finish the sentence for him.
“Us?” You nod slowly not understanding his confusion. “You think he would have anyone to blame but me?”
“You said it was team effort”
“He ain’t gonna see it like that Doll” He shakes his head and sips his whiskey, you realise now you hate pissing Joel off.
“Well how would he see it?”
“His middle aged buddy creepin’ on his twenty one year old daughter? Probably kill me there and then”
“You didn’t creep on me Joel” You know he’s right yet you don’t want him to feel like it’s the truth. You were both consenting adults, he just so happened to be your dad’s friend.
“I know that Doll, just he wouldn’t see it like that”
“He will never find out you know- not from me anyway”
“You think ‘m gonna tell him?” You also hate when Joel’s condescending. You shake your head no and he seems pleased with your answer. “You out here drinking because of me?” You could lie but you don’t.
“Yeah”
He breathes out a quiet ‘Doll’ and turns to face you in his stool. “You’re too pretty to be out here ruining your liver over me.” You snigger softly and he looks confused. “What’s funny?”
“Just feel like I’ve heard that before” You muse and he offers you a smile, a genuine one.
“ I am serious though, this sitting alone in a bar looking sad don’t suit you”
“Just had a lot going on, didn’t really know what else to do”
“You feel guilty?”
“Yes”
“Me too” And you know he truly does, from what you’ve gathered your dad has never been anything but loyal to Joel. Standing up for him in bar fights, handling cranky customers for him at work, helping him whenever he needs and just overall being a good friend. I think it’s an unwritten rule of friendships not to fuck your best friend’s daughter and you can see the recent rule break had taken a toll on Joel away from the eyes of your father.
“Joel?”
“Yeah Doll?”
“Do you um- do you regret what we did?” You know you shouldn’t ask and the answer might scare you but you’re tempted for the second time this summer to ask the bar for hot coals to prove your want to Joel.
“No” The second the words hit your ears your eyes widen and you refrain from opening your mouth in shock. “Not for a second” He finishes his whiskey and signals the bartender for another. “Do you?” You're passed lying, you sense he would be able to tell if you were anyway.
“No Joel not for a second”
“It’s wrong and I know that but I cannot get you or that goddamn night off my mind” It’s comforting to know he’s in the same boat as yourself.
“I can’t either” It’s his turn to look shocked now and he does a worse job of hiding it than you did.
“You can’t?” He asks in disbelief and you answer his question with a nod. Joel huffs out a breath and downs the whiskey he ordered in one. You finish yours and put the empty glass on the bar, hopping off your stool in the process.
“Gonna head out it’s getting late”
“You’re not driving are you?” He asks concerned. You whisper a quiet ‘no’ and make your way to the door of the bar. You wave to Tommy and his lady friend on your way out and they return it. You look back just as Joel orders another shot, it seems he’s taken your place at drowning your sorrows
"Definitely the black shirt" Your dad is flicking through his closet trying to find a shirt for his date tonight. He'd asked for your help and you agreed. Since your talk with Joel last week you feel better about the situation and can now spend genuine time with your dad. Once you finish college god knows where you'll be so you're trying to spend as much time with him as you possibly can before everything changes.
" You think it brings out my eyes"
"Sure" It comes out behind smug laughter. You excuse yourself so your dad can finish getting ready. You haven’t been home alone in this house since way before you went to college and that scares you. You were older now but not one bit wiser, in fact you were worse. Your dad pulls you from your pondering.
“Listen ‘m meeting my date in the city and we’ll probably get a room somewhere so don’t wait up”
“Gross” Your face screws up in disgust.
“Love ya sweetie see ya tomorrow “ He kisses your forehead and heads towards the door. “Dinners in the oven” He throws over his shoulder as he shuts the door. You’re alone. You peek in the oven at the cold bowl of mac and cheese and let out a sigh. You reheat it and move to the living room to find some mind numbing reality TV to finally relax with.
It’s late. You should have gone to bed hours ago but you’re far too engrossed in some dating show to even move. The corny characters make you feel way better about the current state of your love life and it’s almost as if they’re silently cheering you on. You even poured yourself a glass of wine to fully commit.
Pouring another glass of wine and putting on another episode, the last thing you would expect is frantic knocking on your front door. Your body goes rigid and all the serial killer horror stories you’ve heard come back to you. You shuffle slowly off of the sofa and creep to the front door praying you go undetected, the knocking carries on. A quick look through the peep hole and you’re not scared anymore you’re confused. You swing the door open
“Joel?” He looks disheveled but more importantly, handsome. He’s wearing a shirt, a clean and ironed one and his long hair is slicked back with only one stray strand hanging down and you suspect it’s from running his hands through it. He doesn’t speak at first just looks at you with a set jaw. “Is everything okay? My dad’s not here he’s in the city for a date” Your suspicions are confirmed when he runs his hand through his hair in stress.
“I know that- was on a date too” It comes out gruff and you can feel the green eyed monster clawing her way to your frontal lobe. “With your neighbour” He points at the house down the street and it belongs to the same lady Joel was speaking to at the party right before you left.
“Why are you telling me this Joel?” It comes out sad yet he doesn’t comfort you. He shifts awkwardly and you can tell he’s dying to say something.
“You broke my dick” His head is hanging as he talks, embarrassed and shy.
“I what?” You would normally laugh but you’re just too confused.
“You broke my dick”
“Joel what are you talking about?” You do let out a small laugh this time but it’s not because it’s funny, you’re just too dumbfounded by his words. He looks around at the barren street and nods slightly towards your house, you step out the way to let him in and his large frame stalks past you. Every time you forget how big Joel is, he’s right there reminding you.
“Had a date with your neighbour- your dad set us up said we ‘hit it off’ at his party” He’s leaning against the back of your couch and your standing in front of him with your arms crossed. The T-shirt and panties combo suddenly wasn’t a good idea for unexpected company. You nod for him to go on. “It went okay but she wanted to go back to her place- so we did and you know things happen and all I could think about was you”
“Well shit” It comes out without a second thought and Joel doesn’t look impressed.
“Couldn’t go through with it-you know couldn’t get-“
“Hard?” You snigger
“Yes smartass”
‘How is this my fault Joel?” You know the answer but a sick part of you wants to hear him say it.
“You-with your fuck me eyes and tiny clothes and fuckin’ riding me in the back seat of my truck” He’s frustrated, a large amount more than he was when he opened the door. “You told me you can’t get it off your mind and I had to curb the heart attack you were gonna give me right there and then”
“ I was telling the truth Joel”
“I know you were which is why my fuckin’ dick won’t work!” You flinch at his raised voice.
“I thought we were pretending it never happened?”
“That is evidently not gonna work Doll”
“The alternative?” His hands fly up to run through his hair, Joel has never been this miscalculated and it scares you a little bit. Joel has excellent composure, he is a strong willed man, the man in front of you is not Joel.
“I don’t know Doll” Joel’s hands cover his face and his words are muffled. You take a daring step forward and place a small hand on his bicep. He flinches slightly from your touch but warms up to it in less than a second. He lifts his head up and you look into his eyes, really look into them. The brown looks like honey in the dim light of the living room and you wonder if they hold the answer to the mystery of Joel.
“You’re a temptress” He whispers, looking directly into your soul.
“I know” You whisper back.
“You’re beautiful” His hand comes up to your jaw and cups it softly scared he’ll break you. “And smart”
“Go on” You taunt.
“And witty” You’re nodding him along, unsure of where this is coming from but enjoying it nonetheless. “And most importantly a fuckin’ temptress who breaks old man’s dicks” He repeats himself with a chuckle and you join in with him.
“ ‘m sorry about your dick Joel” You giggle out.
“Don’t worry about it Doll, didn’t like my date all that much anyway” The voice in your head cheers at his confession.
“Can I fix it?” Smooth. The right thing to do went out the window the minute he stepped through the threshold of your house. He sucks in a sharp breath and you see the cogs turning in his head.
“We shouldn’t”
“Think we’re past that-no?”
He smashes his lips down to yours and the calculated, composed Joel you met that night is dead and buried. He’s messy and heated and still kissing you just right. He’s dragging you into his arms and you throw your arms round his neck, craving to get impossibly closer to Joel.
“You’re don’t know what you fuckin’ do to me” He breaks the kiss.
“You don’t know what you do to me”
“Tell me” You think over his words and move your hands to start unbuttoning his shirt.
“Your mean, grumpy man attitude” You pop the first button open. “It’s hot- too hot, like how you’re not obnoxious” You pop another button taking your time as Joel just stares you down. “Like how big and strong you are” He huffs out a breath as you work on the lower buttons. “I like how old you are Joel-got a lot of experience” He smirks at your admission. “Your mystery is incredibly attractive Joel- like that I have to work to even guess what's going on in that head of yours” Your hands worm their way to his belt buckle, and Joel looks wrecked.
“Carry on” His voice is firm and authoritative.
“Like your hands” The buckle is undone and you start on his zipper. “Like your mouth” You start to pull his jeans down. “I love your big dick Joel” You say as you sink down to your knees pulling him from his boxers. “See- it does work” You tease, pumping him a few times in your smaller hands. Joel is here reminding you he’s big, again.
‘Smartass” He starts it confidently but it comes out as a moan when you wrap your lips around the head of him. One of his hands find a home in the confines of your hair as you start to take the rest of him in your mouth. You want him to remember this moment forever, you want it to top the night in the back of his truck. You peer up at him through your lashes to find he’s already locked on you.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ- those eyes” He whines. He’s at your complete mercy as you move your mouth up and down his length, still looking up at him. You hollow out your cheeks and he hisses out, bucking his hips in pleasure “Just like that, eyes on me” You break off of him with a pop and stroke him languidly with your hand, grinning up at him.
“What you-you smiling about?” He’s breathing deep, struggling to get coherent sentences out.
“Nothin’” You shrug taking him back into your mouth, going deeper each time. You let out a moan around him from the sheer pleasure of making Joel feel good and he shudders from the vibrations.
“Gonna blow my load if you carry on Doll” He warns
“ Want you to Joel” You whine out and his hand grows tighter on your scalp.
He bucks his hips further into your mouth now and you let him take the lead, fucking your mouth with ferocity. You whine and moan around him only adding to his pleasure. His strokes stutter and become erratic, you hollow your cheeks tighter to bring him to release.
“Fuck baby” He groans out loudly filling your mouth with his spend. He pulls out with a dopey grin and you look up at him, his cum leaking out of a corner of your mouth. You make a show of swallowing it and sucking the stray drops off your thumb you wiped off of your cheek. He lets out a hushed “fuck” and slumps against the back of the couch. “Temptress”
“Must be a good one”
You come to a stand and are shocked to find there’s not a puddle of arousal where you were kneeling. He brings you into a kiss and you welcome it.
“Can I take you to bed Doll? Fuck you like a real lady?”
“Didn’t know you were a gentleman Joel”
“ ‘m not- ‘m about to fuck my buddies daughter again” He laughs and normally guilt would seep in but you’re too turned on to care. You drag him by his hand up to your room, it mirrors that night in the bar when Joel dragged you out. This time you’re not worrying about if he’s going to scold you, you’re just filled with feelings of Joel. You both reach your bedroom and you spin around to lead him in. He looks it over and you can’t read his reaction, a lot of your decor is pink and very girly. Joel looks like he’s landed on a different planet standing in your room, it’s the complete opposite to him and everything he stands for.
“ ‘s pink” You shoot him a displeased look.
“Less about the room Joel”
He springs into action at your words, diving into kissing you, backing the both of you up in the process. He discards his shirt and lifts yours up for you, throwing it off.
“You still got no normal size clothes huh” Another g-string Joel’s not pleased with but will definitely be pocketing later.
“You still have my others”
“Been using them” The back of your legs hit the bed and you sink down on to it.
“Been thinking about me?” He leans down to kiss you laying you back on the bed.
“You already know the answer Doll”
He rids himself of his jeans and takes a second to look at your form clad only in panties. You scoot yourself back on the bed and make room for him between your legs, he accepts and holds himself over you with his arms. He snakes his arm down to feel you over your panties, you let out a small gasp and his face is etched with a smug smile.
“Drippin’” He stands on his knees so he can finally pull your panties down your legs. “ ‘m gonna have to keep these” You knew it. He throws the garment somewhere over his shoulder and bends down to taste you. Your hand reaches out to his hair to stop him and you want to burn the memory of Joel’s big eyes peering up at you into your brain.
“Please just fuck me- please” You’re still not above begging it seems.
“As you wish” He stands up to take his boxers off and joins you back on the bed. He’s so close and you don’t want him to go anywhere so you reach around his neck and pull him in for a sloppy kiss.
“You sure about this?” He whispers on your lips. You nod so quickly you should have whiplash. He’s lines himself up at your entrance and pushes in. You both let out gasps as you claw into his broad shoulders. It feels like the air has been punched out of your lungs. He lets out hushed curses as he bottoms out and stills once he’s reached the hilt. He kisses your head quickly and pulls out only to push his way back in again. He rolls his hips against yours with an even pace, it makes you see stars and your toes curl.
“Take me so well Doll, pussy was fuckin’ made for me” He groans out loudly. ‘Gonna think about this for a long time”
“ Don’t have to just think Joel” You must be fucked out judging by the words tumbling out your mouth. Joel picks up his pace fucking into you like a man crazed, his fingers come down to stroke your clit and you swear you die for just a second.
“That right? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?” His voice is teasing and condescending and all the more sexier.
“Yes Joel- yes whatever you want” He shuts your ramblings up with a kiss, a deep passionate kiss. He’s carries on circling your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. “Please let me come Joel-please”
“Aw whiny Doll tonight” You look up at him with teary eyes glazed over with lust. “Alright Doll, c’mon soak my fuckin’ cock” That’s all you need, nails digging into Joel’s shoulder even harder and toes curled so far they’re cramped, you come around him. Shivers crawl down your spine and the sounds you make are filthy. Joel is a mess of groans yet he slams into you relentlessly letting out praises as he does so. You press kisses to everywhere you can, his neck, his face, his lips, anywhere that’s accessible to you. His thrusts falter from your actions and you know he’s about to come. “Good fuckin’ girl takin’ everything I give ya” You nod eagerly too dumbfounded to even speak. “You want me to fill you up Doll?”
“Yes please Joel” It’s pouty and pathetic.
“So polite when you wanna be” His hips still and he releases inside of you with a loud moan, collapsing on top of your chest.
Once both your breathing stills he gets up with a groan, not one of pleasure but one of strain. You hear him shuffle to the bathroom and he comes back with a damp flannel, wiping the inside of your legs for you, he hands you back your tshirt and pulls his own boxers on. It feels weird seeing Joel so soft, even after everything you’ve done he’s still rarely ever soft in the moment. Once you’re all cleaned up he comes and lays back down with you bringing you under his arm so you can rest your head on his chest. You don’t speak for a while until he breaks the comfortable silence.
“ ‘m kinda glad you’re a temptress” You look up at him from his chest with a grin that seems permanently etched there.
dbf!joel you have my heart. lowkey angsty but hot.
Warnings: MDNI alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, P in V shmexy time. Reader is female. age gap 21&45 ish but it's really up to you. No outbreak, no mention of sarah.
I love if i cant have you by yvonne elliman okay
Word count: 5.2k
The knife your dad is using to cut the cake could just as easily slice the tension between you and the grumpy Texan man on the other side of the garden. You’re surprised no one has said anything yet, he was looking more stern than usual and you weren’t your normal bubbly self. But just like a few other things between you and Joel it went unnoticed.
You hear your dad begging for pictures with everyone to commemorate his birthday and whilst he's doing so you see Joel out of the corner of your eye make a bee-line for the kitchen door.
“Joel get your handsome face in these pictures!” Your dad was definitely feeling a buzz from the whiskey Tommy got him as a gift. You start sneaking away from him and pray it’s undetected, the last thing you want is for this awkward event documented and thrown on Facebook for your dad’s work buddies to enjoy.
“Don’t think you’re getting away either missy” Your know it’s directed at you, who else? With a curse under your breath and a fake smile plastered on your face you spin back around ready to just take the damn photos and be done with it. You’re thrusted into your dad’s clammy arms, thanks to the Texas heat, Joel stands on his other side, rigid as ever. A man as equally drunk as your dad snaps a few pictures and you start the notice you and Joel might be the only sober people in the whole party despite both of you nursing a few beers and fruity cocktails.
“ Look at us huh, two of the best folk around these two!” Your dad exclaims to the rest of the partygoers whilst rubbing yours and Joel’s shoulders. His daughter and his best friend. His daughter and his best friend. “Joel take a couple of me and missy here will you” He says whilst letting Joel out of his arm, Joel mumbles a quiet “sure” and it’s the first time you’ve heard him speak all day. The first time you’ve heard him speak since that night. You make brief eye contact with him and his face never falters once, no good or bad indications looking at you, he’s just looking at you. You pose with your dad while Joel tries to work out how to take the picture and it’s the only time you’ve ever wished Joel was not the rugged older man he is. Take the damn picture Joel. He works it out in the end and snaps a few, he looks almost as awkward and you, almost.
“How am I looking? Hard to look good when you’re standing next to this one” You vowed to smash every bottle of whiskey, tequila, any fucking alcohol in the house so your dad can never drink again. You see Joel swallow hard and his face finally falters, he fixes it quickly. He chuckles at your dad’s attempt at a joke and you can tell it’s not genuine and you can tell Joel wants to be anywhere but here and so do you, but here he is showing up for your dad. A pang of guilt hits your stomach and you find his eye line just over the top of the phone.
“Should be enough on there for the Christmas card too” Joel hands the phone back to your dad and excuses himself to the bathroom. A sigh of relief comes out louder than you expected and perhaps your dad would have noticed more if he wasn’t as inebriated.
There’s a homely looking gap against the garden fence that looks nice enough to ride out the rest of the party so you decide to do just that. Cheesy 70’s disco songs are playing through a speaker your dad had hooked up and the cocktail in your hand one of the neighbours made you is getting warmer in your hand. The condensation from the glass is dampening your hand and the ice cubes that were once cooling your drink are now watering it down. You look up as Joel exits the house and quickly avert your gaze. Another sigh, but not one of relief this time, one of longing. You long for things to go back to the way they were before that night. You miss the old Joel and selfishly miss the Joel from that night too.
A familiar intro of a songs knocks you out your thoughts and immediately shifts your eyes to Joel, only to find he’s already looking right at you.
“I love this song!’ Your dad screams.
The bar is packed, it’s a Friday night in the dead of summer and everyone wants an ice cold beer, including you. Your 21st birthday was last week and the ceremony of ‘cutting up your fake and using your real ID’ was still under way. Old rock and roll songs playing on the jukebox in the local dive bar and sweaty beers sounded like heaven to you and now it was legal.
Pushing through men playing pool and a couple of people certainly drunker than you using the walkway as a dance floor all the way up to the bar. The bartender asks for your order and you tell him, about to pay but a voice comes from behind you:
“ And a whiskey please, put it on mine” You would know the voice anywhere.
“Joel” you whip round and he flashes you a grin, which is rare from him.
“Forgot you’re legally allowed to drink now was about to call your dad” He looks down at you, and sometimes you forget how big Joel is.
“No one likes a snitch” He scoffs at that.
“Twenty one years old and hanging around in an old man’s bar what’s up with that doll?”
“I’m supposed to be meeting a friend here”
“Boyfriend?”
“No way and also you’re in an old man’s bar”
“I am an old man” Touché.
The bartender comes back with your beer and Joel’s whiskey and you share a small clink of your drinks. The first sip feels like heaven and you could finish the rest of the bottle in one go but you refrain from such desires. Joel notices your satisfaction though.
“Thirsty?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe” You quip back following a drop of condensation down the side of the tinted bottle. You hear him hum and sip his drink, ice cubes clinking. You turn to face him once again.
“How’s work?” Your attempt at small talk.
“Do you care?”
“Not particularly” You giggle and you notice the faintest smirk on his face. “Am I keeping you from somebody?” Joel is always unreadable and if you were keeping him from somebody he would never say and you would never guess.
“I came with Tommy but he’s flirtin’ with the barmaid” he points towards the end of the bar and you see Tommy working his ‘magic’ on the woman rolling her eyes. You laugh at the show Tommy’s putting on and think how different the two Miller brothers really are. Tommy is laidback, loud and ‘larger than life’ and Joel is Joel. He’s quiet and walks with confidence, brooding demeanour and maybe even a little bit scary. He would never hurt you though and it’s been like that since him and your dad have been best buddies. They met at work, some big fancy job that lasted a year and when the year was up he joined Joel and Tommy’s contracting firm and they’ve been inseparable ever since. You think it came at the right time, you about to leave for college and he found some buddies he could spend time with watching football and playing pool in the garage.
“Where is your old man tonight anyway?” Joel snaps you out of your thoughts.
“He’s actually on a date” You smirk up at him and he reciprocates it.
“She nice?”
“Haven’t met her” You shrug.
“Pretty?”
“Gorgeous” There’s a slight joke to your voice and Joel just hums.
An hour later you’re sitting in a booth with Joel, both of you are a little bit more tipsy but he’s holding it better than you are. 'Move on up' by Curtis Mayfield is playing and you’re both tapping your feet along to the beat.
“One more year left of college Doll then what?”
“I get a job and become a real adult I suppose” The tequila soda you moved on to looks really interesting right now. You hear Joel let out a breathy laugh.
“What are you now then?”
“S’pose I am an adult I guess” It comes out more slurred than you wanted it to and it doesn’t reflect the level of drunk you are accurately. He says nothing about it though.
“How come there’s no boyfriends of yours me and your old man can scare off?” He teases. “Thought there would have been at least one by now” You shoot him a glare and you both know there’s no malice in it.
“Even if there was a boyfriend which there is not, his chances of coming here and meeting anyone are slim to none” You stick your tongue out at the end for dramatic effect, he just laughs and shakes his head.
“So none are takin’ your pick I’m guessin’“ His accent gets heavier when he drinks and it sounds even heavier because you’ve been away from any Texans for months. You make a slight disgusted face and shake your head. “Figures you’re picky like your old man” The slight disgusted face is now just disgust, he chuckles at your reaction. You don't remember Joel being so dare you say, giggly.
Your phone in your hand displays the message from your friend: "Something came up, rain check?" You shoot a quick "no worries!" back to them and put your phone back in your pocket.
"I've been stood up"
"Thought it wasn't a boyfriend?"
"Friends can stand you up too you know Joel" He raises his eyebrows in defeat and leaves it at that.
Between the conversations you and him sit in a comfortable silence, not every gap being filled with sound. It's not awkward, not even once.
"Yeah he had to drop out because of it can you believe that?" Another hour later, still in the same booth, both of you drunk now, you're telling Joel a few stories from college. He had offered to take you home once your friend had cancelled, his words were "just because you're in an old man's bar doesn't mean you have to hang around with old men". He was half joking but you reassured him if you didn't want to sit with him you wouldn't be. So you fell into more conversation and steadily drinking your drinks of choice and if it wasn't for Joel's heavier accent and the slight more laid back demeanour you wouldn't be so sure he was drinking.
Your story is cut short by Tommy stumbling over.
" 'm gonna head out the barmaid gave me her number and is about to clock out" He holds up a paper with a number scribbled on it and throws in a wink with it. " What are you doing here?" He leans forward on the table and narrows his eyes to you. Before you can speak Joel interrupts.
"She's legal now Tommy you were at her party last week?" He questions whilst sounding frustrated but you know its brotherly love between them.
"Best party of the year" Tommy winks. You're giggling and playing eye tennis between the two of them.
Tommy smacks the table, bids farewell and makes his way to the lady waiting by the door for him. You sit in stunned silence for a beat before your break it.
"I didn't think he had it in him"
"Me neither"
Joel never spoke about dating, your dad was comfortable expressing his desire to find a woman to grow older with and Joel's own brother didn't shy from his endevours. But in the four years you had known Joel he had never brought up a woman he was interested in once. The only constant with Joel is his mystery.
"How come you don't date?" Curiousity killed the cat. He shifts in his seat beside you and you think maybe you've touched a nerve, he opens his mouth to speak, shuts it and finally says something.
" 'm busy" You don't buy it.
"Busy?" He nods. "You're in the local dive babysitting your drunk brother and sat with me." You said it in a joking tone but the sentiment was there. He shrugged his shoulders.
"You're good company"
"I could easily be a woman of interest if your put yourself out there Joel"
" I don't want a woman of interest" He says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Your mind dances with the thought of Joel with a woman, one he loves and is sweet too, holds her hand and buys her presents, comes home after a long day in his work gear and hugs her from behind. Theres a sense of jealousy after thinking about it, you can't put your finger on why.
Joel is handsome and you've always known that, he works with his hands and is rough around the edges but it only adds to his appeal you think. His 'won't speak unless he's spoken to' attitude is definitely attractive, his sense of humour is witty and dry and he makes quiet jokes rather than being loud and obnoxious. Most women would probably have a crack at 'fixing' Joel but you like him the way he is and you would never say it out loud but you have always had a slight crush on Joel. It's most certainly heightened by the amount of tequila sodas you've drank and purely being in Joel's company so intimately. You realise you've been staring at Joel whilst deep in thought, if he picked up on it he doesn't say anything.
You feel him get up from beside you.
"Gonna use the bathroom real quick Doll"
The bar is less crowded now and you see him make his way through the place, people moving out of his way without him asking. A man with white hair and a handlebar moustache standing by the bathroom door stops him and they talk for a second, you see the man point at you and pat him on the back making Joel dip his head, the muscles on his back suggests he is laughing. A hot flush spreads across your cheeks and you're seriously blushing over a pat on the back.
Joel comes back with two more drinks in hand and you give him a quiet "thank you" with another shared clink of your glasses.
"Did that man pat you on the back because you're sat with me?" Fuck it, your drunk and need to know. He chokes a little on the sip of whiskey he was taking.
"You saw that?" You nod. "Yeah he did but it's nothing weird" For the first time ever Joel Miller sounds panicked.
"It's fine" You laugh " Was quite funny"
Its your turn to excuse yourself to the bathroom now, you can feel his eyes on the back of your head and every other set of eyes belonging to a man on you too. Perhaps the tiny denim skirt wasn't the best choice but you'll chalk it up to the heat. You pass by the man Joel spoke to and he stops you to take your hand and kiss the back of it, you giggle at his moustache tickling your hand and look back to find Joel not laughing but seething.
Looking in the dirty mirror of the bathroom you giggle to yourself, you could read into his reaction and call it jealousy but who knows with Joel? A coat of pink lipgloss and you were ready to walk back out there, throwing a wink to Mr Moustache you sauntered back up to yourself table and to a very displeased Joel. Only you didn't sit down. 'If I can't have you' by Yvonne Elliman starts playing through worn out speakers.
"I love this song!" you borderline scream "please dance with me" Joel still looks like he could kill a man and his face doesn't let up even with your incessant begging. You pout and it does nothing to him. "Suit yourself grumpy" you turn and head to the dancefloor, you're in perfect view of Joel and he's staring you down. Even cheekily "lassoing" him onto the dancefloor doesn't work. A dozen sets of eyes are on you as you swing your hips to the music throwing Joel a glance as you do a little twirl. All the eyes on you and all you care about are the set of golden brown ones under hooded lids 15 feet away.
An older man no younger than 60 tries to dance with you and you brush him off, he doesn't take the hint at first and you look to Joel to see he's already on his feet stalking towards you. The man may have teleported he moved that quick from you.
"Come to join me?" you look up at him still dancing to the music.
"Came to save you" He's stiff and calculated. You roll your eyes at him and grab his hands swaying them to the beat, he's going to dance if he likes it or not.
"If I cant have youuuuuu I don't want nobody baby" You sing off key to him and if you were more sober you might read into the lyrics.
"You like this shit?" He looser now and smirking down at your still dancing form.
"Hell yeah" You let go of one of his large, rough hands and twirl yourself around in the other. He shakes his head chuckling at you. "C'mon Joel, dance" one last pout up at the man, he seemed to acquiesce and took your hands in his leading the way now. He starts singing along with you and for a man who called the song shit he sure knows a lot of the words. He brings your hands up to clasp around his neck and you have to get up on your tippy toes to reach, you both giggle about the fact and you have never seen Joel so laidback. He dedicated to twirling you both around and swaying you as you go and maybe the whiskeys he's been slamming back are catching up to him. His hands are on your hips and it could be played off as innocent but where's the fun in that? You turn in his hands so your back is facing his front and sway just a little harder than before. You definitely over stepped because Joel goes rigid and stops moving immediately.
"We're leaving now" His voice sends chills up your spine, his hand grabs yours and he drags you off the dancefloor and towards the exit. You would protest but your trying to come up with an excuse or anything to get you out of this. So you follow him with your tail between your legs and a slight grin for getting him riled up.
The fresh air hits you like a tonne of bricks whilst Joel is still dragging you in the direction of his truck.
"I'm not getting in if you're driving Joel" Suddenly conscious of how much you had both been drinking, not wanting to end up as a story on the news. He didn't answer, simply spun you both around so your back was against the truck bed. He held your gaze for maybe a minute or maybe an hour you really couldn't tell.
"You think i'm one of your college boys?" He finally speaks. You look at him confused and he carries on: "giving me fuck me eyes all night" So he did notice "tryin' to make me jealous with the moustache man" you snigger at the nickname and Joel doesn't look one bit amused. "grinding on me in a pathetic excuse for a skirt" his words are sharp yet they don't upset you for a moment. It's what he says next that turns your blood cold, " I’m your father’s best friend” Your face drops and he raises his eyebrows in a stern way. You’re still holding eye contact with one another until he closes his eyes and sighs, rolling his head back. “But you’re wearing a belt for a skirt and I wanna flip it up so badly and give you what you’ve been thinking about all night” Oh.
You thought about it for a second and you knew it was a very very bad idea but you would probably never get this chance again and who were you if not a go getter?
“You can” you whisper to the man and he lets out the faintest groan.
“I can’t Doll” His hands say otherwise, they were once holding you against the truck and now they were rubbing circles into your hip bones. You’re not above begging, you think of going back into the bar and seeing if they have any hot coals you could walk over to prove your sheer want to him.
“Please Joel” It comes out as a whine and you can see Joel’s resolve diminish. Your hands trace up his tanned arms and up to his neck. “Please” another whine. He lets and out a quiet ‘fuck” and crashes his lips to yours. And not one second feels wasted, he’s as calculated with his mouth as he is in his everyday life, your arms link round his neck and you moan into his mouth. He pulls away with another quiet curse and rests his forehead against yours.
“You’re a temptress” you giggle at him and he cracks a smile. His knee slides between your legs and you can’t help but rut against it. “A needy temptress” His smile is now a smirk.
“ ‘m not needy, ‘m persistent”
“I’ll say” He groans out, bouncing his leg a little. “jump” he says with more power in his voice than the joking tone he used just a moment ago. With arms still around his neck you jump up until his hands rest on yours thighs. If you weren’t turned on before seeing Joel open the truck door with you still in his arms would definitely do it for you.
“You not gonna drive are you?” The question could be mistaken as worry about drunk driving but it was purely because you couldn’t wait a second longer for Joel to do whatever he had planned for you.
“ ‘m not gonna drive Doll” Thank God. “ ‘m gonna eat that lil’ pussy you’ve been flashin’ everyone all night” He puts you down softly on the back seat and climbs in after you closing the door behind him. You lean up on your elbows and he’s eating you with his eyes, he looks like a man starved and you think he’s never looked better. “You’re gonna be real quiet okay? Don’t need moustache man or any of his other friends getting a free show” You nod eagerly . “Words” He demands.
“Yes, I’ll be quiet”
“Good” He pushes your skirt up, giving up him an unobstructed view of your tiny underwear. “Do you own any clothes in a regular size?” He muses.
“You don’t like them?” Maybe because Joel’s older he doesn’t appreciate the hot pink g-string you’ve chosen out for tonight.
“ I like em too much” He slips them off your legs and you don’t miss him slipping the damp garment into his pocket. He wastes no time and is as calculated as ever, pinning your legs back and diving straight in, you let out a loud moan and he peers up at you from between your legs. You mumble a quick ‘sorry’ and he’s back to it. He flicks your clit with his tongue and you wonder how much practice has Joel had?
You’re a trembling mess underneath him, legs twitching every so often around his head. One of his fingers circles your opening and pushes inside, immediately hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl. He pulls back to watch you, the streetlight shining on your face that’s contorted with pleasure.
“So fuckin’ pretty” He breathes out and you notice a glint of your pleasure on four day scruff. He adds a second finger and you see stars, he’s hitting the spot with every thrust and if fingers feel this good, how good will it feel if he fucks you?
‘ ‘m gonna cum Joel”
“ Go on pretty girl, soak my fingers” It comes out as a groan as he speeds up his fingers, bending back down to connect his mouth with your clit. You come all over his face and fingers with a whine and he drinks it all up. He gives a few languid flicks of his tongue before releasing his fingers and sitting back up, licking your spend of his long fingers. You catch your breath after few long sighs and stare at him with hooded eyes.
“How are you so good at that?”
“Practice”
“But I’m big grumpy Joel and I don’t date” You lower your voice to impersonate (very poorly) Joel.
“Smartass” He chuckles. You lean up now to sit face to face with him.
“Joel please may I suck your dick?” You ask abruptly and as seductively as you can. His eyes widen and go an even darker shade of brown in the faint moonlight.
“Doll I would love for you to do that but I think if you put my dick in your mouth right now I would blow my load in an instant” He reasons.
“No fun” You huff out. “ Can I ride you then?” You flash him a shit eating grin, pleading your case.
“That you can do” He smirks. “Lemme grab a condom” he reaches for his wallet but you hold a hand out to stop him.
“Birth control” It’s your turn to smirk.
He grabs you by the back of your thighs and you can land on his lap. The rough denim of his jeans rubs against your damp centre. One of his hands is in your hair pulling your face against his, connecting your lips to his whilst you grind on his hard cock through his jeans. He’s big but it’s Joel so you always knew he would be. Joel can’t help but grind his hips up to meet your efforts. Your fingers work their way down his chest until they meet his zipper, you break away and look into his eyes as you undo the zip. He gives a small nod only spurring on your movements, you move your hand to pull the band of his boxers down to release him from his confines. His lips moves to your neck and place chaste kisses there in all the right spots. He’s so close, he’s so big in your hands and his soft moans sound so sweet in your ear.
“ ‘m going to hell” he moans out and you lift your thighs up to hover over his cock.
“ ‘m probably going with you Joel” You breathe out sinking down on his length.
His hands fly to your hips in a brutal grasp, he lets out hard breaths that kiss the tip of your nose. You bottom out on him and find purchase on his broad shoulders, digging bubblegum pink nails into his faded T-shirt.
“Take me so good pretty girl” His head rolls back and you place a light kiss to the juncture of his throat. “Feels so fuckin’ good” He whines, Joel whines. You start to move up on top of him an his hands grow even tighter on your hips.
“You’re so fuckin’ big” It comes out breathy and rushed but you mean it all the same. You start bouncing on top of the Texan and his hips lift ever so slightly to meet you halfway. You both must look like a picture of want. Your skirt is pushed up onto your hips and one strap of your spaghetti vest rests on your arms, Joel is still fully clothed with you perched on his lap.
You’re a mess of moans and whines whilst Joel groans and sighs beneath you, he picks up his pace with his thrusts and moves the other strap of your vest to kiss your shoulder. It’s messy and sexy and everything you had hoped for. An extra loud moan falls out your mouth and One of Joel’s hands comes up to cover your mouth.
“Thought I told you to be quiet Doll?” He moves his hand to let you speak
“Feels so good Joel can’t help it” Your eyes have tears in them and your bottom lip is jutted out from being chastised.
“Don’t cry baby” He wipes a tear that just fell from your eye. “You keep looking at me and bouncing on my cock” His words force your hips to speed up and take him for everything he’s worth. It must work too because Joel looks just as wrecked at you are.
“Won’t last long Joel”
“You think I will?” he’s pounding into you now “Tiny fuckin’ skirt, fuck me eyes, ‘ve been hard since the first drink”
“ ‘ve wanted you since the first dinner at my house” You confess.
“Yeah? Been thinking about me pretty girl?” You nod. “Touching this pussy thinking about me” His hand circles your clit and with both of your thrusts and him touching you just right you think you might explode.
“Yes Joel- fuck- yes” You chant his name like a hymn and he drinks it all up.
“Fuck Doll”
“ ‘m gonna cum fuck” Your legs are shaking and you can barely bounce on top of him anymore. Your toes curl in your shoes and you convulse in his lap. He fucks you slowly through your high and your hands come to grab his hair. He grunts at your incessant pulling and you discover Joel really enjoys his hair being pulled.
“You coming for me pretty girl?”
“Yes fuck-yes Joel” His calm strokes speed up a bit chasing his own high and you take every one of them. His groans become louder and rushed and you would give a bratty comment about him not following his own rules but you’re too fucked out to care.
“Where’d you wan’ it doll?”
“Inside” He chokes on his own groan and shakes his head. You sense it’s a line he can’t cross even given the current events. “Please” You beg and his hips stutter under you.
“F-Fuck. Fuck” He stills inside you finally reaching his release, tipping his head back and vice gripping your hips again. “Y-You’re a bad woman” he lifts his head up and brings you in for a kiss.
“You’re just as bad as me” You speak into the kiss. You both laugh and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
Once you come back from thinking Joel is still staring at you and it wouldn’t take a genius to guess he was probably playing that night over again. He looks away just as a woman his age strikes up conversation with him, she’s beautiful and not his best friend’s daughter. You are jealous, that’s a given but you’re not stupid. Your dad would never speak to you or Joel ever again. What you shared was a one time thing and that’s all it could ever be. No matter how many butterflies he gives you or how many times you think about that night over and over again, it couldn’t and wouldn’t happen again. 'If I can't have you' fades out into another disco song and you opt for sneaking upstairs before any of the drunkards noticed. A certain grumpy Texan notices though.
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