fanfiction is so beautiful because what do you mean i can read the same characters falling in love 92737389 times in different scenarios and not get tired of it.
Summary: You work at Jackson as a helper not only for kids but for everyone, but no one is kind of there for you. Every men in here aren't just your type, unless someone appeared here and show you how to treat a woman right.
Warnings: 15+, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (piv), dominant, dirty talk a bit, nicknames, one mention of Y/N, beeast playing, soft Joel, apocalypse period
A/N: Hi! I am so sorry for mistakes, if there are any, but english isn't my first language. Enjoy, sending love!
You are washing dishes right now, trying to get off every dirt you could see by your sharp eyes. You already had a half of dishes done, half still waitung for you. It was boring, you have to admit it, but at least you have a window right infront of you, so you could see every act or move that someone do outside. It would be nice, but the town is very quiet, as usual, and nothing is really happening.
You sigh tiredly, as you look back at your hands, washing the already clean and nice white ceramic plate. You put it to the dripper right nect to you, and as you reached for another plate to wash, you heard horses and people chattering loudly outside. Your attention was immediately drawn to these sounds and you peered out of the window curiously, pupils dilated and eyes as big as buttons.
Your washing motions suddenly slowed as you saw several men on horses, and behind them were two people you hadn't seen before in the city. They looked like travelers, as if they got lost here. On one horse was a little girl, around 15 years old you would say, while on the other was an older big man who immediately caught your eyes, but also your whole body. When you saw him, goosebumps ran up your spine and your legs and arms began to shake. You had to put the plates down and stop washing or you would have broken something because of how much you were shaking at the sight of the handsome man.
This time you stopped watching the other people and surroundings and just focused on the handsome old man who looked surprised when he focused on someone fromthe big group of people, that were standing curiously around them. He quickly dismounted from his horse, as Tommy approached him. You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion as you saw Tommy and the man hugging each other. It seemed like they were pretty good friends and hadn't seen each other for a long time. You figured that was exactly how it was and got a little mad at Tommy when he didn't tell you about the man. But your rage only lasted for a moment, when you then saw how Tommy was leading the girl and your dream man straight to you, to your house where you were just washing the dishes.
You started panicking a little, your shaking started raising and you couldn't evem hold something in your hands, because if you do, you would let it fall immediately. You have no idea what to do, the only thing that was on your mind right now was looking a little good infront of the unknown man. That's why you look at the window, so you could see yourself in it a little, and started to style your hair. But there wasn't really much you could do about it, because after a while you heard the wooden door creak and the cold winter wind enveloped the whole house, including you. You were a little knocked up by the coldness, but you weren't shaking so much as you were with the nervousness and excitement of seeing this man face to face in a moment.
“So you can be here now, and then we can figure out where you will be living next” you heard Tommy saying this to the new people, and the steps, that you could definitely say they contained two big men and one tiny girl. You turn around to be ready and put your hands behind you, making your boobs pop out a little. You set a big cute smile on your face and wait, till everyone will see you and you will see them too.
They finally appeared around the corner. Of course there was Tommy and the little girl, but it was the man who looked even more attractive up close that caught your attention. His mustache and beard, which were slightly gray with age, and his soft hair, which curled slightly and was gray-silver in color. He was wearing a brown coat with a checkered dark green shirt underneath that you longed to wear. You'd bet everything he must look amazing under all those clothes.
You stared at him like a he was a beautiful painting, like a living version of the mona lisa. You couldn't take your eyes off him, your body just wouldn't let you, and the man felt the same way. As soon as he saw you, he didn't take his eyes off you just like you couldn't take yours. He even stopped paying attention to anything Tommy said or what the little girl said, his focus was only on you. You could catch a glimpse of his beautiful brown eyes, which reminded you of warmth and sunshine, as if you were lying on the beach and the rays of the sun were tanning your whole body in pimps.
Tommy started realising, that there is something between you two, because the way and the lenght you were staring at each other, wasn't definitely normal. That's why he started to act more, to get both of your attention. He clear his throat pretty loudly and started talking intensely and distinctly. “Okay lovebirds, I think it's time to introduce yourselfs” he tap few times with his palm on the man's back pretty hard, till he was finally focused only on Tommy.
“This is my brother, Joel, and there is…uh…” he wanted to talk about the little girl, tha were standing beside Joel like some oath, but he didn't know who exactly she was, so she introduced herself. “Ellie, Joel's cargo” she joked making you chuckle slightly. When Joel saw and heard your sweet soft laugh, his heart melted and his facial muscles automatically formed into a loving smile. Tommy started being more and more suspicious about Joel, because he never saw him smile like that, not even at a woman.
“Hi” you said really quietly, they hardly even hear you and you wave shyly, at Joel and Ellie, your face turn red as Joel's smile got bigger after your cute move. He just nodded as a greeting back and he still didn't take his eyes off yours, his smile still held on his face as if it was stuck. Even Ellie looked surprised at Joel's reaction too, it wasn't really common behavior from him. She put on a mischievous smile as she kept glancing at you and at Joel, in circles and alternately. Tommy was in a similar situation, but at least he managed to get Joel's attention for a moment.
“And this is our helper, Y/N” Tommy made your job easier and introduced you. You didn't hear much of what Joel responded to your name, but you could read from his lips that he repeated your name silently to himself with with loving eyes and his smile still didn't drop until you broke eye contact with him, and looked at Tommy, who made it clear to you that from now, you are taking care of both of them. “She will show you around and show you your nee rooms. Be nice to her" he added to Joel's ear and pat him on Joel's back, which made him balance a little, but he coped it well.
When Tommy left, you do as he told and take control of them. “Follow me” you said with a gorgeus smile on your face, looking at Ellie but when you look at Joel again, your face started being so warm that you needed to look away. You get infront of them, so that they could see where are you going. You led them to the second floor, up the stairs where there were several doors. You walked over to the two of them, that were at the end of the hall, and waited for them to come up to you so, they could hear and see you. “So these two rooms are free, exactly for you. It's up to you how you split them up now" you said and pointed your hand at the doors next to you, so they could see a demonstration. Ellie immediately rushed to the door that was closer to you. You therefore stepped away from it to give her a better passage inside.
When she entered into the room, "Holy fuck!" was heard, which caused a slight joy and laughter in you. Joel chuckled too, but still apologized for Ellie. "I'm sorry, Ellie doesn't know her manners-" "It's okay, I understand her” you snapped at Joel but not in a rude way. “Joel, you need to fucking see it-!” “ELLIE!” Joel raised his voice a little, trying to point out to her not to speak obscenely at last, but she was so impressed with her new room that she did not even notice this little thing.
“Well come in and see by yourself” You nodded your head towards the door that was only inches away from the one Ellie had just appropriated. Joel turned towards the bright cherry red door, opened it slowly and safely, and stepped smoothly inside. Normally you would have left him to meditate in his room by himself, but clearly, this was not a normal situation, at least for you. Joel left the door open, thus indicating that he expects you to follow him there.
You didn't cross the line, that split the hallway and the room, but you get closer to the door to look at Joel, how he walk around the room and ran two fingers over the furniture, making you felt a little pulsw down your panties, as you watch his big fingers. Of course your mind started working immediately, and you imagined and creat a milion, maybe bilion scenarios of Joel, putting these fingers into you, making you come without seconds. You needed to stop these thoughts, otherwise you would literally leaked the wettnes through your shorts. “Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”
When you ask him this question, you could see his slight, devilish smile appeared on his face and he took a deep breath as he tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. Oh god he's seriously torturing you! You kept yourself from making any sound of excitement. If you had a dick, it would already be up long time ago, but instead you have a complete fire in your panties. You needed to cross your legs to keep the fire only in this area, and also so that Joel wouldn't know anything. After he take a deep breath, he turned his head to you, still smirking at you. “Even though i like it, call me Joel” he said, now his body was directly facing you too.
“Okay Joel, is there anything?” You voice was kind of shaky as you said his name. It felt so strange but good, maybe too good. “No, I don't think so princess” your legs started shaking as he teasing you with the nickname he just called you. Even that your pussy was literally dying for Joel's cock, and you whole body, including your voice, was fully shaking, you trying to kept your decency. “A-alright. Good night then” you ran away quickly, closing his doors and smile at him, one last time, as the smallest inch that still left, before you close the door fully, hit and you could make the last eye contact for today.
You quickly get to your room, closing your door right behind you, and sat on the floor, relaxing your back and head on the white door, that you just closed. “Oh my gosh” you whimpered in the air, trying to process what just happened. How can a human, make you feel like this? That you cannot talk, walk, or do anything. That he could say anything, and you would do it right away. You were surprised by your reactions at Joel's words, but you weren't really surprised either. When you recapitulated the whole thing in your head, you would always react the same way over and over again, that's just the way it is.
As you finally, aftwr a while, went to the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed, you couldn't stop thinking about Joel, his shirt, his bushy hair that you'd love to run your fingers through and scratch his head, his incredibly amazing puppy eyes, the which you could look at for hours and never stop being entertained, and best of all, his hands. He wasn't very muscular, like some bodybuilder, but he was muscular to you. His hands look big from a distance, what must they look like up close? How it must look on your cheeks, your hips...oh god.
The horniness that Joel aroused in you, began to increase with every millisecond just thinking about him. Not only did he start doing mischief in your vagina, but also all over your body. You wanted so badly to pleasure yourself, to touch yourself and come over the man of your dreams, but your anxiety wouldn't handle it. After all, the man you'd be touching yourself over is only a few feet away, what if he heard you? Or worse, what if he caught you? You couldn't let this happen and you had to endure it through gritted teeth and finally go to sleep.
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Few minutes past, to be specific half hour, and you were finally smooth and clean, ready to go to sleep. Everything was going smoothly until you decided not to go to sleep yet. After all, Ellie and Joel are your guests, you have to take care of them, it's your duty, your job. So you decided, in just a low-cut top and light shorts, to go check on both of them. When you lightly and quietly knocked on Ellie's door, nothing came, so you decided to walk in slowly. Ellie was already in bed sleeping under the covers, so you just turned off the lights and closed the door back, you didn't want to wake her up. Now comes the hard part, Joel.
You take a deep, deep breath before you knock on his door, quietly too, and wait for answer. He was clearly awake, because you heard him saying: “open”. You walk in then, steady and slowly, and your eyes immediately catch Joel laying in his bed with a knife in his hand. You got scared at first, but he calmed you down as he explained that he just cleaned the knife and examined it closely. “I-i just wanted to ask you if you need anything, before I go to sleep” you said, pointing your thumb behind you, to show that your room is in the hallway on the other side. Joel was only staring at you for a moment, without a single word. His eyes darkened all of the sudden and you could felt the cold, coming from his, now dark black eyes. “There is actually”
Your heartbeat started raising, as his hungry eyes travels up and down, checking your body and clothes you wore. You both knew, that you are fully naked behind them. You had no bra, no panties, no underwear at all. You never sleep with underwear on and this night was no different. You felt goosebumps running fast and intense from your legs to your shoulders as Joel slowly stood up. He looked like a bear, a hungry wild animal that is still gentle. “W-w-what is it?” You asked really quietly, your voice shaky and stressed, as he slowly moved closer and closer to you. You had mixed feelings of horror and fear, but excitement and anticipation at the same time. His smirk still hasn't fade out yet.
You getting ready to step behind you, as Joel was getting really closer, but he stopped at a pretty distance from you, so you don't even need to back up. He stood right infront of you, still checking you out without any feeling of embarrassment or awkwardness, not at all, he looks pretty confident. After a while, he finally look at your eyes, making the most intense and exciting eye contact in your whole life. “Can you show me how to make my bad? You know after the apocalypse I wasn't able to even see a normal bed in a few years” he said, slightly in his normal husky voice and scratched his neck as his head tilted back on the bed. You didn't know if you were more relieved or sad that he didn't say what you wanted, but either way you calmed down and got some of your confidence back.
“Yeah, sure” you said with a smile finally and calm face, and walked around Joel, feeling his eyes glued on you. When you get close enough to the bed, you started your 'teaching'. “So you just take this side, and you put it right here, nice and straight…” you said as you were folding his shriveled duvet. You were mostly focused on showing Joel how to make the bed, but you knew very well that he was right behind you, and apparently not looking at the bed at all. “And with that, you do just one more step, and you're done!” You straightened up and happily watched the perfectly placed comforter on the man's bed. You were proud of yourself because you had never done it so well. “Well and-” you turned your back to the bed only to bump into Joel's huge chest that was dangerously close to you.
Horrified, you looked up, only to see Joel with his sly smirk again. You really started to panic in this situation. You could smell his alcohol smell mixed with the smell of nature and weapons, you loved it. “Uh I- um” you trying to find the words but you just can't. This was the situation you were thinking before, that he made you just lise your words and and balance too, which showed itself in a moment. Joel was slightly moving forward, so he forced you to back up, but since the bed that you touched with your feet was right behind you, you unexpectedly bumped into it, lost your balance and fell on it. The fall was accompanied by a slight squeal, thanks to the shock and surprise.
You were sitting on the bed, your arms leaning on the bed, and you watched Joel gracefully drop to his knees. You didn't stop looking at each others eyes, his eyes were so mesmerizing and he is all too aware of it. You widened your eyes as Joel's smile get bigger, when he slowly starts touching your legs with his big, big hands and arms. He was scrubbing some part of your legs with his thumb, making you sqeeze the sheet under you. Joel was trying to read from your eyes and see, if you like it or not, but it was really difficult. You looked scared but excited at the same time, and you actually were scared and excited.
“W-we can't” you whispered, thinking Joel won't even hear you but he clearly did, and answer immediately. “Why not?” His hands started slowly and steady spreading your legs apart, making his view on your very sensitive area from your whole body. You exhale deeply as he do that, trying not to scream. “Is it because of my brother?” he asked gently, teasing you as his hands goes further to your thighs, closer and closer to your entrance. You watched every move he made, and it felt so fucking good. The feeling of his massive hands on your thights, the warm that went through your whole body, it was an incredible feeling.
You shooke your head to no, and still watch him with a big pupils. “Then what is stopping us?” his voice was groany with hunger and lust, only for you. His hands were now only few, really few centimetres from where you were desperate for his fingers to have, and not only for the fingers. “I don't know” you were so innocent and quiet as a mouse. If only Joel knew all the things you imagined you would do with him, he would look at you completely differently, but since he doesn't, he saw you exactly like this, quiet and innocent, which attracted him immensely.
Before you even finish your sentence, he he attacked your lips drastically and desperately with his own, placing both hands on your cheeks so he could correct your face as he pleased. You imagined that Joel was a good kisser, but you couldn't have imagined this much in your wildest dreams. The way your lips met, the way your tongues touched, the way his hands hold your head tight, your heart was melting. Just like you, Joel loved the way your saliva mingled, the way you didn't even fight your tongue too much, showing your submissiveness. Of course he would have kissed you much longer, but this was not in his plan.
He pulled away from your lips, immediately made eye contact with you and slowly leaned down, right between your legs. You started to get a little stressed and nervous, so you stopped thinking about everything and just focused on Joel's touches, only on him. He smile as he saw your worried eyes and your shaking legs, it made him feel powerful. “Promise me, you will make that noises as much as your body will allow” he said, licking his index and middle finger and with puffy chocolate eyes he waited for your answer. You just nodded your head briskly and watched eagerly as his hands removed your shorts in one powerful movement, ending up at your ankles on the ground. Now you were directly exposed, your main sexual organ and Joel could proudly say he was the first man to see it.
He then waited no more seconds and gently put his index finger in your entrance, making you moan quietly and close your eyes. It wasn't painfull, of course it wasn't, but it was something different. The feeling that someone else is putting his hands inside you, even better when it was Joel, gosh your butterflies in your stomach started going wild. He then began to lightly curl his finger inside you, making you throw your head back and sigh softly but clearly. This was all just the beginning.
Unbeknownst to you, he subtly stuck his middle finger in as well, which made you sigh louder, but still formally. Your surprise made you feel even better and you enjoyed his big fingers in your small vagina. A few minutes and your legs started to open and close on their own, occasionally touching Joel's head by mistake, but he loved it. It was all beautiful but something was missing, which Joel added in a moment. He added his other hand to the situation, gently rubbing against your most sensitive part of your body, your clit, and this was just something. You were twitching all over, you couldn't not move, it wasn't possible. The way both his hands and fingers were interlocked, they created an even bigger fire down there.
He watched you like a statue. He recorded your every movement, even if it was just a tiny one, perhaps invisible to the naked eye. He trying to learn your body, your moves, everything about you. He try a magical things with his fingers inside you, and try to find out what position of them make you feel the best. It didn't take long for him to find the exact way to make you moan louder and more often.
You weren't yourself anymore You flinched as Joel teased your clit and made a complete ripple inside you with his fingers. All the worries and stress and problems were suddenly there when you felt that you were approaching the edge. It felt like a battle in your lower abdomen, excitement and the feeling of having to go to the bathroom rushed through your whole body, and you knew very well that you wouldn't last too long. His thick big fingers inside you made you stretch so much, that after that, you could fit in there anything.
“Oh fuck~” you sighed as you started feeling the climax taking total control over you. Joel were staring at you like a creep, smiling that you will come in a minute on his hands. “C'mon princess” Joel tries to cheer you up a little and it definitely helps, because every time you heard Joel's deep warm voice, you whole body started heating up in a unimaginable speed. You imagined in your life a lot, you have very good fantasy, but you wouldn't have imagined this even for God's sake. The excitement, the passion, the heat and the feeling of fullness was so beautiful that you thought for a moment that Jesus was fucking you with his hands.
“Oh my- Joel~”
There it comes. You feel it. The strange feeling to get it all out and fearing that it will be an awkward moment. The feeling that makes you quickly throw your head back, close your eyes tightly and dig your nails right into the covers beneath you, thightened your walls around Joel's fingers so that he knew too, that you gonna come in a second. Moaning Joel's name across the whole room, you finally realise your self on his hand.
You didn't really care if anyone heard you or not, the only thing you could focus on right now was your unforgettable orgasm causes only by Joel's fingers. After the nice tickling that spreads all over your body, including your lady part, you struggle to catch your breath, eyes still closed. Now all your senses came back and you started to blush in embarrassment. You quickly opened your eyes and lowered your head only to see a wickedly smiling Joel who was as happy as if he had just received a Christmas present, as far as possible your orgasm was a present for Joel, but definitely not the last one.
“Good girl sweetheart,” he said with a comforting smile on his face, not bealiving that he really exist how gorgeous this man is. “-but I am not done with you yet” the soft smile immediately transformed into a devilish grin. But before you could even widen your eyes in fear and raise your eyebrows, Joel stopped you and the surprised gasp turned into a comforting moan.
Joel now had his lips glued to your vagina, his tongue inside you again, it went smoothly as you were already wet all over from the previous orgasm. His large sculpted nose rubbed pleasantly against your rather sensitive clitoris, which you couldn't take anymore, and you had to make another physical contact with Joel. You grabbed his soft gray hair and very gently that he didn't even feel it whenever you flinched at his curling of his tongue inside you. Once again, all your senses went blank and all you could feel was his wet tongue, bulbous nose and velvety hair. You didn't even notice how loud you were as you sighed with delight at Joel's name and vulgarities over and over. At the same time, you didn't care that now you don't look like the decent and well-mannered girl you did when you met.
Joel wanted to talk to you, to make you feel safe and horny at the same time, but he really couldn't as his full face were on your labia, but he still groan into you, sending the vibration of his voice to your cervix. How much your body were overstimulated, you knew you wouldn't hold your realise in for too long. The heat that goes from Joel's mouth to your cheeks, made your face goes red but not only because of the hot air. The room was soon filled with nothing but your sighs and Joel's mumbling into your genitalia. Joel knew exactly what he was fucking doing.
The way his big palms going back and forth on your thighs, where he sometimes squeezed them gently, the way he sometimes pressed his nose on purpose against your clitoris, which caused a pained squeak to escape from your languid lips, and the most important part, how his most flexible muscle in his body made different shapes, moving from side to side, front to back and in and out of your hole. All these combinations together drove you crazy. His beard tickled you slightly and sometimes it stung, which made it worse...or better? Your strokes of Joel's hair started to get stronger and more intense as you felt that tight feeling again not only in your stomach but also in your vagina.
“Joel I am gonna-“
You said real quick, like you were in a rush and you actually were, because in a few seconds after you said that, your sweet liquid came out from you, right inside Joel's mouth, making him hum in in pleasure as he sipped all your juice. Your eyes wide opened, your chest moving up and down in a rapid speed, your mouth trying to get enough oxygen into your lungs so that not only your breathing but also your heartbeat finally calms down and returns to the normal position it was before you experienced all of this with Joel.
He let you rest for a while and gather strength. Meanwhile, he licked off all your liquid that was still left on his mustache and fingers, which he didn't have time to eat earlier. When you started seeing normaly again and everything wasn't blurry anymore, you looked at Joel again, with a relief and a relaxing light smile. To be honest, you didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, more like guilty that he had given you two orgasms in quick succession and you hadn't done anything for him. “Are you okay princess?” he asked with his deep but soft voice, raising both of his eyebrows so that he give you his cute chocolate puppy eyes. You couldn't really talk, so you just nodded with your heavily breath and the sweat were dropping from your forehead.
His face immediately formed into a grin of happiness, but after a moment you could see nothing but darkness, black and cold from his eyes again, which permeated the entire room at an abnormal speed. Goosebumps automatically appeared on all parts of your body and you shivered slightly as the chill went down there as well. You wanted to ask him, if he want something too, you would do anything. Even if he want to fuck in your ass, you would allow it, but before you could even breath in and say something, your lips were on Joel's, where you could still taste your sweet juice.
They were very aggressive and rough, he even bit your lips a few times, making you bleed from them slightly, but you loved it. He was tasting your saliva and wrestling your tongue. His body weighed you down so much that you had to lie on your back on the bed and this automatically wrapped your arms around Joel's neck while his were on your bare sides. “Your lips taste amazing” he growled as he attacked them again, his large warm palm traveling down your body. You felt his hand on your stomach, slowly riding up until he bumped into your light t-shirt, which was a very light challenge for Joel. He gently moved his hand under the t-shirt where he found your bare breasts and squeezed one of them tightly, causing you to moan into the kisses. You could feel his devilish smirk after you moan, so of course he put a bigger tension in holding your breast, which caused that you needed to break the kiss and breath the air.
“You like that, don't ya?” he asked, voice like a hungry wolf and fingers moving slightly around your nipple. Your eyes were still closed, you didn't even had that confidence to open them and look at Joel, how hungry he was for you. As he massaged your breast gently but hard at the same time, you heard the belt unfasten quickly and immediately after a sound of dropping some material on the floor, which you logically deduced that Joel had just removed his pants with only one hand, and really quickly without inhibitions. It turns you even more on feeling his cock's head on your thights, and you could say only from that, that it's huge as fuck.
“Are you ready sweetheart?” he asked gently, slowing his moving with his hand around your boob and focusing on your face, to see your answer. You open your eyes finally, little curious how his dick is looking, but his eyes trapped you from looking anywhere else, but only in his dark eyes with a lust. You nodded with agreement, but you were still little frightened about it, and of course Joel recognized it on you. That was the reason why he moved his palm to your cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb, making you feel a little more comfortable and safe. A tear were dropping from your eyes down your face, still from the last two orgasm you had earlier but not only because of them.
His puppy eyes tells you that it's gonna be okay, that you don't need to worry about it. Joel didn't even need to say anything to make you trust him, so when you relaxed your eyes and whole body, Joel immediately took advantage and slowly entered you with his penis. Even though you thought it would be painless, it certainly wasn't. Joel wasn't even halfway through and you were already squealing in pain, more and more tears welling up in your eyes and you had to bite your lips with your teeth so hard they started to bleed. Your back arched and your walls closed, not allowing Joel to continue any further. He groans as you stopped him before he was even halfway there. “C'mon babygirl, relax for me” he said, started rubbing your cheek by his thumb again, but this time all you could focus on was that feeling of fullness and you couldn't even imagine that anything else could fit in there.
“Princess look at me” your eyes still closed, but your body sligtly relax as you used to the lenght, or at least temporary length for now. “Look at me” Joel repeat himself, with more roughness and aggression in his voice that it automatically forced you to open your eyes and look at his chubby face. You were still bitting your lips, as you try to eased the pain. “Can you relax for me?” deep, comforting and the ear-pleasing voice intoxicated you so much that without you doing anything, your body practically relaxed on its own, making more room for Joel to continue and push him all the way into you. He didn't hesitate for a second and slowly pushed it in, even though you were more relaxed than before, it still hurt. He stretched you so hard that you thought you might burst, it looks like his lenght was infinite.
“Good girl, good girl-“ his voice cracked as he was getting closer to put all his lenght into him, and as your walls started getting slowly tightened around his cock. You felt that you won't take any more, that this is your maximum but apparently, it wasn't. Few inches left and Joel lose his patience about taking it slowly, so when he was really close to the root, he pushed it aggressively into you so much, that the sound of the slap could be heard along with your loud sigh, full of pleasure but relief at the same time. “Wasn't that hard, was it?” he whispered with a little pain, as he tries so much to hold back his natural instinct to thrust into you hardly.
You shake your head for answer, your vision gray and blurry, all sounds muffled and all you felt and sensed was Joel and his cock inside you. “Focus on my voice alright?” his voice was sweet but harsh and rough at the same time, but above all it was soothing. He has exactly the kind of voice that would make you fall asleep within minutes. You nodded again, not using your words or speaking and you started getting ready for the pushing. But you couldn't prepare enough for that, it's impossible.
Joel slowly, smoothly and lightly started thrusting into you, which was uncomfortable at first and you had to hold on so you wouldn't kick Joel away with your legs, but after a while of thrusting it just got better and better. It started to become more smooth as you slowly but surely started to fill again with your endless juice. Your pained moans slowly began to turn into full pleasure and your legs opened, feeling you want more. Joel quickly picked up on all these signs and understood that he should start adding speed, which he did. The sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass, the breaths he made and the wet sounds, god it was amazing!
It didn't take long for him to find that sweet spot deep inside, that made you even wilder, than when he licked or fingered you. As he was speeding up his speed as well as the force of his thrusts, his sighs gets louder and more devastated, but they weren't as loud as yours. “That's right baby, just like that” pulling him out of you, and then all the way in again, makes you jumped a little and digging your nails into the back of his neck, which was already so scratched. He thrust it into you faster and faster. And again and again and again. “F-fuck” he groans as his orgasm started being too close, so was yours. You started curling your toes and thick closing your eyes, as you felt that you are going to come soon too.
It really didn't take too long, and after a few fast and hard thrust of Joel, your walls thightened, wanting to pull his dick away and the cold and fresh feeling of realise swallowed you whole as you sighed Joel's name one last time as loudly and cuttingly as you could. Joel didn't last long as his cock was wrapped around your walls anyway, and moments after you reached your orgasm, you heard Joel's attractive and loud growl like a bear, as he threw his head back and filled you all over with his cum.
You both stayed like that for a while, breathing like you had just run a marathon and sweating just as much. But after a while, Joel needed more rest, so he gently pulled his massive cock out of you, which was again an incredibly pleasant feeling, and collapses right next to you. You both had your eyes closed, all you could hear was your hot breaths. You were so tired, exhausted and out of energy that there was no way you were going back to your room and Joel totally respected and understood that. He himself was abnormally tired.
“Great job princess” he complimented you after a while when he finally had enough oxygen in him to speak. You couldn't help but smile at his praise. Right after he said that you felt the sensation of a large hand underneath you, pulling you closer to the hot sweaty male body. You purred pleasantly and rested your head on his toned chest, listening to his heartbeat. After a while, when your bodies weren't so overheated with adrenaline, Joel covered you both with the blanket you had laid so nicely.
“Hope we gonna see each other more often” he said, finally in his normal relaxing voice. You smiled even more when he said that. “I swear on my life we will” making both of you giggled a bit, Joel gives you a sweet little kiss into your hair for goodnight. You move a bit to make yourself comfortable and it didn't took you long enough to fall asleep.
And there you are, sleeping in big man's arms, making your dream come true, after a wild night you never forget, because it was your best night you ever had, and the best part is, that this isn't definitely your last night like that.
a/n: i say this is part 1? i'd like to continue this, only if you want to read more of it. this was a heavier piece i wrote, but i'm honestly very proud of it. so i hope you enjoy!
warnings: depictions of sexual assault, heavy angst, ballerina reader, killing (joel's doing), sensual, reader inflicts a wound, wound care, hurt/comfort - i think that's it? if you think of anymore, let me know!
pairing: joel miller x fem!dancer!reader
w/c: 4k
summary: Every ballerina needs her strong protector, the monster in her madness, the beast to her beauty. Joel Miller would be that. A thorn in your side, one that you could never rid yourself of.
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“Hey, try not to stay here too late, alright? The storms are supposed to get worse.” Your dear friend, Stacie, says as she packs her bag.
“Yeah, I’ll be out shortly behind you. I just want to work on a couple more things before the recital.” You rest your hands on your hips, working to catch your breath.
She delivers a sweet and understanding smile before she gets out of the studio. You can hear the rain beating harder against the roof of the building. Glancing up at yourself, you were met with a tired image who had a sheen of sweat above her brow. Your leotard felt sticky against your skin from as much as you had sweat while performing your fouetté.
The company’s recital was this upcoming weekend and you wanted to ensure that everything was perfect. Despite the world seeming to have crashed and burned a long time ago, you were lucky enough to be settled in a city that allowed you to obtain freedom. The people wanted to feel a sense of normalcy again, and while everyone was still very much on edge, dancing was your love letter exploited to whoever would read it.
As you restart the music and stretch a couple of minutes, you’re soon working the floor once more. A series of leaps, pirouettes, and your grand jete were performed with precision. Noise erupted from your mouth as you hit each move. You ended it with a delicate pose, your eyes closed shut. The storm ramped up outside, rain beating down much harder.
You sat down on the ground and rested your head on your knees, your toes pointed toward the wall of mirrors. You struggled to catch your breath. That was good enough for tonight, especially with how terrible the storm had gotten since Macie left not even ten minutes ago.
You stand up and grab your belongings, slinging your bag over your shoulder after pulling on a pair of leggings. You kept your hair pulled back and out of your face and retrieved your cell phone, seeing as it was nearly dead.
“Damn it,” You mutter, knowing it wouldn’t last you until you got home.
Throwing it into the side pocket of your leggings, you retrieve your umbrella and head for the door. You turn the lights off to the studio and walk out, the lightning flashing in the hallways of the studio, creating an eerie light outside. You shudder. You loved a good thunderstorm, but not when you had to walk in it.
You grab your keys from the side pocket of your bag and prepare to unlock your car. You suck in a deep breath and glance between the rain that poured from the top of the roof and the downpour that made it so hazy that you could barely see a foot in front of you.
“I should’ve left when Macie did,” You tell yourself, scolding yourself for wanting to stay back and practice some more, but dancing was your passion. You wanted to perfect this dance before the recital because the whole town was more than likely attending the show.
As you take the moment to run through the shuddering cold rain, you get into your car and grab the steering wheel, feeling every nerve in your body tingled from the feeling of bitterly cold rain coating your body. If the leotard wasn’t stuck to your body before, it was surely glued to you as though it were an extra layer of skin.
With trembling hands, you push the key into your ignition and turn it, only to hear your car sputter back at you.
This wasn’t a new car. It was an older one, but it got the job done. However, you knew the car was beginning to succumb to its fate, especially when it wouldn’t start. Like now.
“Don’t do this to me, no, no, no!” I say, encouraging with a little love tap over the radio as you try to turn the key once more. Groaning, you toss your head back. It was completely dead. You had no jumper cables and even then they wouldn’t work because there wasn’t anyone else here you could borrow to jump your car off with.
You reached into your pocket and grabbed your phone, praying you had enough battery to make a quick phone call to someone, but the moment you unlocked your phone, the screen abruptly turned black. Your heart jumped into your throat as you realized what you would have to do.
Luckily for you, you lived not only five minutes from your apartment complex, but the fact was that you’d have to walk in this weather. Or go someplace where you could use their phone to extend a phone call to a friend that would hopefully come to your rescue.
Stepping out of your car and throwing on a jacket you had in the backseat, you undo your umbrella and begin the walk. Your shoes were already filling with water, tights squishy in your soles. You had your belongings slung over your shoulder as you continued to trudge forward, not able to see due to the rain. You knew this was stupidity at its finest– walking in a rainstorm with clashes of thunder and bolts of lightning strong enough to strike you at whatever chance you gave them, which was massive.
You crossed an arm over your chest to try and keep some of the warmth in your body, yet it was quickly ceasing the more steps you took. You looked ahead and saw a few places had their closed sights illuminated in big, red letters. No one was out on the streets and you certainly knew why.
A loud crack of thunder scares you and causes you to jump, stepping directly into a massive puddle of water. It splashes onto your leotard and a groan falls from your mouth. Your teeth are chattering. It was the middle of October and the cold had already stretched to the lengths of the city. The leaves were nearly gone off the trees, and all of that orange and amber beauty faded to twigs. It wouldn’t be long and everything would have icicles covering them when the fearful snowstorms piled through.
As you carry on, you don’t see that someone’s lurking in the shadows under a canopy to protect them from the rain.
“Hey you, got any change?” The man comes out from the shadows. He was wearing dirty clothes and had speckling bruises coloring his face. He had a cigarette in between his fingertips and you shake your head.
“No, I’m sorry.” You shake your head, continuing on. Your heart was pounding wildly in your ears and it only increased when you heard his feet slush through a puddle.
“You got somethin’.” He chooses to heckle you.
“I don’t, sir. I’m sorry.” You call out, not daring to turn yourself around and let him see you.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps coming. He’s walking faster.
“Where you think you’re goin’? You got somethin, I said.” His footsteps, despite the roaring thunder clouding your ears, seem to grow faster. Louder.
You refrain, praying that someone would be on the next corner with the contention to protect you.
“You’ve got a sweet little body. I’ll tell you what. Let me have some fun with you and that’ll make up for the money you lack, sweetheart.” His voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. It causes your stomach to fill with nervousness and bile to rise in your throat.
The quicker you walk, the faster he comes.
“Hey!” He says, and you yelp when he reaches out to grab your wrist. He pulls you back around and you’re face-to-face with a nasty pair of eyes. He had bumps all over his face and his teeth were decayed. His hands begin unraveling your coat and pushing into the sides.
“STOP!” You scream at the top of your lungs. You had taken a couple of self-defense courses. You had to, especially with what lurked in the darkness.
The man pulls you into the next alleyway and pushes you against the brick wall, his mouth moving out to kiss your neck. He grabs at the leotard on the sides and begins pulling, ripping the fabric away from your body.
“I SAID STOP!” You scream even louder, pushing and slapping as hard as you could. You bring your knee up and connect it with his stomach, watching as he fell over.
“You BITCH!” He pelts the expletive at you. “You’re dead!” He cries and suddenly, you see him pull something shiny from his pocket. He flicks out a blade and your breath catches in your throat. You’re rushing to get away, screaming until your voice was hoarse.
Luckily for you, the hero was running toward the scene. Joel had gone out on patrol and heard the commotion. His gun was at the ready and he saw through the blurring rainstorm a figure falling to the ground.
As he approached, you had tears in your eyes as the man reached out and tried to slice his knife at you. He manages to grab the bun on top of your head and yank you backward, the knife pushed into your side.
“You’re not gonna run away from me, you nasty little bitch.” He says into your ear before he slices the blade over your skin, earning you to yelp in pain.
“I’m gonna kill you and have my way with you, you hear me? You won’t say no. Ya can’t when your tongue’s cut outta your mouth.” He hisses and just as he’s about to make his next lethal incision on your chest, you’re screaming when the sound of a gun goes off.
You heard the gunshot. And at first, you thought someone had shot you. You grew still but felt no pain except for the lash on your side.
Then you felt the man’s firm grip on you cease and he fell to the ground, the knife clinking to the cement beneath him. You’re frantically looking around, your eyes burning with tears. Suddenly, you see him emerge through the rain. Dressed in dark blue jeans and a green button-down to protect him from the cold, he looks at you.
“Are you alright?” He asks.
“Y-you,” You look between his rugged face and the now-dead man laying in a pool of blood. “You…” you were going into shock. A hand flies to cover your mouth and then a stranger reaches a hand for yours.
“Sweetheart, listen to me. You’re bleeding. Can I help you?”
“I’m what?” You whisper and then you touch your side, feeling as warm blood spilled onto your fingertips. More tears stream down your cheeks and the man has his hands outstretched to you.
“I need to tend to you.” He tells you.
Nodding, you shakily lay your hands into his. The man pulls you closer but rather than waste his time helping you walk, he hoists you into his arms. He carries you bridal style to where he was and you’re barely clinging onto his neck.
“Hey, hey, I need you to stay awake, sweetheart. Can you tell me your name?” His voice is laced with worry as he looks between your face and the pathway he was walking. When he rounds the corner, his brother, Tommy sees him.
“Joel! What the hell?!” Tommy exclaims.
“She was about to be killed, Tommy.” Joel tells him.
“I-I’m… Y/n,” You respond before your eyes groggily shut. The pain in your side intensifies as a deep burn as your mouth grows dry.
“Alright, darlin’. Hang on for me, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.” Joel promises you.
That was the last thing you recalled. Everything else was a blur until you felt your body being placed onto a bed and that stranger’s face appeared above you.
“I’m going to cut through what you’re wearing, okay? Are you with me?”
You nod your head and listen to fabric ripping. It reminded you of earlier and tears burned in your eyes.
“He… He was going to…”
“Shh, I know. He was going to hurt you, but he’s not now, do you hear me? I took care of it.” He reassures you. “This might burn a little, okay? Squeeze my hand,” Joel grabs the wound antiseptic. The man managed to cut a rather deep laceration into your side, but Joel was certain you wouldn’t need stitches. You helplessly take his hand and feel as he sprayed some of the medicine onto your cut. A scream lurched from your throat as you squeezed hard on Joel’s hand.
“I know it hurts, I know.” Joel reassures you. “Just need to clean it so you don’t get an infection.”
Your eyes slowly flutter open. You saw damp salt and pepper hair. He had facial hair that also had the same coloring throughout it, and he sported a pair of deep brown eyes. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows as he towered over your body, working to patch you up.
“Y-you’re Joel?” You swallow thickly.
“Yes ma’am,” Joel offers you a small smile. “Dancer?” He asks.
You nod your head. “I’ve got a… A recital coming up,” You blink, feeling exhaustion weigh over you.
“I bet you’ll do great, sweetheart.” Joel is trying to remain calm so that you stayed calm.
“How long have you been dancing?” He takes some of the ointment and places it over the cut gently, seeing as you hiss in pain. “I know, I’m sorry.”
You shake your head. “My whole life.” You whisper.
“Whole life? How old are you?” He questions.
You giggle to yourself, face scrunching up. “28,” You sigh. “I teach, I perform, I… Am I dead?”
Joel can’t stop the laugh that leaves his mouth. “No, you’re very much alive. I’m glad I came around that corner when I did.”
You feel your bottom lip tremble. “Good aim by the way,” You lay your free hand over your face. “I really thought you had shot me… How’d you get so close?”
Joel feels his body tense. “Lot of practice.” He sighs.
“Practice makes perfect, right?” You mutter.
He grabs the large dressing and lays it onto the cut. He adds a bit of pressure that has you groaning.
“Can you lift your hips a little for me and hold it? I need to get this wrap on you to hold the gauze in place.”
You nod your head and grab onto his shoulder for support. Raising your hips, Joel wraps the dressing around your waist. Groaning the longer you remained up, Joel finished and pieced it together to ensure it wouldn’t budge and come loose.
“Alright, you’re good.” Joel says, gently holding his hand on the small of your back to help lower you. You relax into the mattress and peel your eyes open fully to examine him.
“Am I patched up?” You wonder with a small smile.
“You’re good as new,” Joel responds. “Listen, you’re free to stay here for the evening. Or I can take you home- wherever home is.”
Although you did want to go home, you felt much safer here. Joel must have seen the hesitance on your face and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his statement about taking you home.
“You can stay here, don’t worry.” He smiles softly. “How about I grab you something else to wear? I’m sure this-” He points to the leotard that was cut. The only thing leaving him unexposed to the older gentleman’s eyes was your bra covering your chest.
“That’d be great,” You nod your head.
“Are you hungry? I can see if Ellie will fix you something.”
“Ellie?” You call out.
“Already on it!” A young girl’s voice calls from behind the door. You see as Joel rolls his eyes and laughs.
“She’s uh…” He bites down on her lip. “My daughter.”
Your eyes flutter and you nod your head. Joel walks over to the dresser and pulls it open to grab some of the clothes he had compiled. “Are you okay with wearing something of mine?” He wonders.
“That’s fine.” You answer.
Joel grabs a t-shirt and a pair of sleeping pants. “They’re probably way too big but it’s going to be freezing tonight… And I’d rather you be warm.” He walks over and hands you the clothes. “If you can hold off with the shower, I would. I don’t want to get your bandages wet.”
Silence grows between the two of you and Joel gives you privacy. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Yell if you need me, or I can bring whatever Ellie makes up here to you.”
You smile lightly at him and see as he leaves the room. You reach down and pick up the t-shirt. He had luckily covered your bottom half with a sheet. You essentially took the leotard off in two pieces and bunched them up, setting them on the bed as you changed into the shirt. You winced as the pain radiated from your side, but you managed well.
“What’d you make her?” Joel asks as Ellie looked to be making a sandwich.
“A sandwich,” She responds. “That okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Should be.” Joel nods. “Thanks.”
Ellie smiles. “Your thought she was pretty.” She sighs.
Joel looks at the teenager and rolls his eyes. Ellie finishes by adding the top piece of the sandwich and adding some chips to the side. “Admit it.” She looks at Joel expectantly as she offers him the finished plate of food.
He looks between her face and outstretched hand. “You assume too much.” He wraps a hand around the plate and Ellie keeps her hold on it.
“Admit it.” She says again.
Joel rolls his eyes and Ellie takes that as her answer. She releases the plate and watches as Joel turns on his heel to head for the bedroom where you were sitting in the center of the bed. He makes his way into the room but knocks first.
“You can come in,” You call out to him.
He opens the door slowly and you smile at him. “Thanks for lending me your clothes.” You sigh, eyes lighting up at the food. You hadn’t eaten since this morning and needless to say, you were starving. Joel rests the plate in front of you and he admires how his shirt looked big on you.
“No problem,” He bites down on his lip.
You graciously take the plate and bite into the sandwich, humming at the taste. “And thanks for saving me, too.” You look up at him. “Seriously, I think the outcome would’ve been much worse had you…” You feel the lump grow in your throat, causing a tightness to form in your esophagus.
Joel understands completely. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and looks at you. Your face falls to the plate, eyes sweeping over the chips. Bringing one to your mouth, you weren’t expecting what happened to occur. It was beyond your nightmares. You had never been heckled like that before. It was scary and you were forever grateful that Joel saved your life.
“It wouldn’t have been good.” Joel agrees with you. “But what matters now is that you’re safe. You’re warm, and-” He stops when he sees you slowly look up at him. You focus on his face and swallow. His lips looked achingly irresistible. You wanted to repay him but had no earthly idea how.
Joel doesn’t move, rather he sits there, almost as if he was waiting for you to do something.
And you do. The urge was far too big to ignore, so you found yourself leaning over.
You set the plate down and scoot closer, despite wincing as your side was tugged on.
“Hey,” Joel whispers under his breath before he feels your mouth press to his.
You were shocked. You hadn’t ever been this outgoing before. You came alive on stage when you danced, but offstage and you were quaint, quiet, and reserved. The taste of Joel’s lips drove you utterly mad. He tasted like whiskey. You kissed him harder, falling into the feeling, allowing it to captivate your every sense that longed and ached for him.
Joel, being mindful of the wound on your stomach, slowly wraps his hands around your sides and pulls you forward. You’re settled comfortably between his jean-clad thighs and your arms lay over his shoulders as he deepens the kiss. The scruff of his beard scratches you and the facial hair above his lip tickles yours as he moves his head to accommodate your mouth.
After a couple of moments of fierce kisses, you’re the first to pull away.
“I’m so sorry.” You exhale, forehead gently pressed to his.
Joel remains with his hands wrapped around you. He knew you were soft from carrying you, but this was different. He had guided his digits underneath the t-shirt of his that fit you like a dress. He rubs into the small of your back, easily picking up on the fact that your back had dimples. Even under his calloused touch, it was the most alluring touch you had ever experienced.
“Don’t be sorry,” Joel whispers to you, his brown eyes lost in yours. He hadn’t expected to uncover you tonight and for the first time in a very long time, he was enthralled to meet a stranger. He wasn’t sure how long you had been in the city or where you were originally from. Those were questions he would find himself asking at a later time, but right now all he wanted was to taste you once again; he wanted to feel the softness of your skin colliding with his as he pulled delicate strings of moans from your lips like a mantra. He saw himself growing lost in a fuzzy haze that was filled with the beautiful demise of a dancer, a ballerina.
“Yeah?” You whisper quietly. “How many girls kiss their heroes?”
Joel chuckles, half-smiling. “A lot of them… But it’s a first for me.”
You giggle in return and gently draw your fingertips down his cheek.
“Thank you again, Joel.” You blink, eyelashes fanned over your cheeks.
Tonight wouldn’t be the night Joel got lost in you. He could see it written on your face, and he wasn’t about to wreck the beautiful innocence of a girl. You had gone through too much tonight.
“Maybe we can… Maybe we can see one another again.” Joel finds the words setting funnily on his tongue.
You bite your lip and nod your head. “Maybe you can come and see my show.”
“If you’re healed. When’s the show?” He wonders.
“Couple of weeks.” You answer. “Will I be okay then, doctor?”
Joel cranes his head to the side as he takes in the sight of you. He loved how the light of the bedroom light met your face and how delicate you looked. He wasn’t to run his fingers over your body and discover every nook and cranny of your skin, he wanted to study you like a subject but veil you with pleasure. Never had he felt this strong of a connection to a woman such as yourself, therefore all of this felt like foreign territory for the smuggler. He was used to taking what he wanted, not having it given to him. You were much different than Tess. Joel loved Tess and while he knew her life meant that whatever softness she carried had dissipated, Joel saw it dwelling within you.
He adored it. He wanted to taste it.
“Maybe.” Joel huffs. “We’ll have to reassess in a couple of days and check in on it.”
You bite down on your lip and nod your head. “I’m sure you’ll take good care of me.”
Whatever mind game you two played, you batted back and forth with flirtatious wonder. While Joel was having an internal crisis about his feelings, you were experiencing the same. You were always shy around guys and didn’t typically make the first move, but there was something irresistible about Joel.
Something deeper. Something stronger.
And it was a stronghold that would take you into its clutches, never to release you.
This man would teach you everything you needed to know. He would protect you.
And every ballerina needed her strong protector, the monster in her madness, the beast to her beauty.
Joel Miller would be that. A thorn in your side, one that you could never rid yourself of.
