[SUMMARY: On patrol you accidentally get hurt and try to hide it from Joel.]
If Anything Should Happen
Angst semi fluff
Joel was supposed to go on patrol with you that morning but after promising Ellie that he’d show her a few songs on the guitar you told him you’d go with Tommy and Jesse. If there was anyone Joel trusted to go on patrol with you, it was his brother. Plus with Ellie finally opening up to Joel, you didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
“You take care of my girl, Tommy” he patted your horse as you moved up by the gates.
Tommy looked down at his older brother and gave him a nod of reassurance before the three of you went on your way.
“She’ll be fine, you know how Tommy is” Maria tried to assure Joel who didn’t take his eyes off you as you rode away.
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“I wish he’d be more relaxed whenever I have to go on patrol, I could tell how much he hates it” you spoke with Tommy as you both went down a trail, Jesse close behind.
“Hey but that’s, Joel. He’s gonna protect what’s his, hell, I hate it when Maria has to do anything that can risk her safety.”
“Yeah, I know. I get it” you sighed looking off into the distance when Jesses voice distracted you and Tommy.
“What the hell is that?” You turned behind to see him staring at something in the woods you couldn’t make out. Jesse jumped off his horse walking towards what he saw, you and Tommy quickly followed.
“Where the hell are you goin’?!” Tommy called out to him just as you heard movement beside you. You both froze reaching for your guns, Jesse nowhere in sight.
“Stay right here” Tommy whispered as he slowly moved ahead, you stood still, gun in hand watching your surroundings. Tommy quietly moving ahead when you heard another quick movement coming from your left and quickly turned only to hear a gunshot go off.
It all happened so quickly, the sudden intense burning sensation on your waist, the sound of Tommy’s voice muffled in the background.
“The hell did you do?!”
“Oh shit, oh shit-“ Jesse panicked, everything felt like a blur, you hadn’t even noticed you fell on the ground.
“What..the..hell?” You whispered looking down at your bloody shirt, Tommy’s voice suddenly louder and clearer.
“Don’t move” he quickly knelt down beside you, slowly lifting up your shirt.
“Thank God” Tommy whispered as you slowly felt yourself coming back to reality.
“W-what?”
“Didn’t go through, grazed ya pretty good but you’ll be fine, let me just stop the bleedin’ till we get back”
“Shit, I’m so sorry” Jesse rushed towards you.
“Joel’s gonna kill you” was all Tommy could say as he wrapped up your waist with a spare shirt.
“No” you whispered slowly propping yourself up on your elbows
“Move slow” Tommy ordered giving you his hand as you winced getting on your feet.
“No one’s telling Joel anything” you looked up at Tommy who had a look of disbelief.
“You know how he gets about you. He finds out you were hurt and I didn’t tell him-“
“So what, blame me. He doesn’t need to know, I don’t need him worrying anymore than he already does”
“And how the hell are ya gonna hide that?” He looked down at your wounded area.
“I’ll figure it out, just promise me you won’t say anything” You could see the hesitation in his eyes. If anyone knew how Joel would react it would be his brother.
“Please, Tommy”
After a tense moment of silence he gave in.
“I’ll distract him when we get back, so you have time to change. I’ll stop by and get some pain medication and send someone to clean it up for ya” you breathed in relief.
“Thank you, Tommy” you whispered.
“Yeah, thanks” Jesse intervened making Tommy narrow his eyes on him.
“Get back on the damn horse and put your gun away,” he ordered, Jesse anxiously got back to where he was.
With the pain you felt, how you were able to get back on that damn horse even with Tommy helps, you’ll never know. The whole ride home he kept looking over at you, riding slower than he usually did to make sure you were ok, he really was like a big brother to you.
Once you returned, Tommy did just as he said he would. He found Joel in the house sitting at the table with Ellie, a smile on his face watching her play the guitar till he noticed his brother walking in.
“Everything go ok?” He took off his glasses, an anxious look in his eyes.
“Yeah, everything’s good” Tommy felt guilty lying through his teeth.
“Where is she?” He slightly leaned over hoping to see you walking in behind Tommy.
“Said she wanted to go check on what ingredients we have to make something for the event,” Joel furrowed his brows as he walked around the table.
“Hm-“ he scratched his chin with the tip of his index finger.
“Coulda sworn she checked on it this mornin’”
“Hey, guys” you walked in casually, your hands crossed before you as Joel walked towards you with a smile.
“Hi darlin’” he greeted you with a kiss to your forehead.
“So, Joel taught me the coolest song ever” Ellie interrupted with excitement.
“Are ya gonna play it at the dance?”
“No way! I just started learning it, gotta perfect it first” she stood up excitedly taking her guitar to the room as Joel turned back to you.
“Had fun today?” You asked with a smile seeing the happiness in his eyes.
“Yeah, it was a good day, how about you?” He put an arm around you.
“The boys take good care of you? Or do I need to have a talk with someone?” He teased not noticing the uncomfortable look in Tommy’s eyes. Tommy knew it wasn’t no damn tease and he knew it wouldn’t have been no damn talk either.
“They were great” you smiled up at him when his smile slowly faded.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?” You whispered confused.
His hand slowly coming up to your face, taking a hold of it as he moved it from one side to the other.
“Why do ya look pale?”
“I don’t look pale” you shook your head taking your face out of his grasp.
“Tommy she don’t look pale to ya?”
He silently shook his head tightening his lips.
“Come on, let’s go relax for a bit, I’m tired ” you sighed attempting to change the subject. Joel agreed walking beside you out the door till you pretended to forget something in the room.
Quickly creeping in you found Tommy lost in thought rubbing his forehead till he heard your footsteps. Somewhat relieved to see you alone he rushed towards you.
“Did you take the medicine I left ya?” He whispered.
“Yes, thank you. I’m fine, Tommy”
“You do look pale, you sure you feel alright?”
“Yes” you sighed.
“If something else looks wrong even the slightest bit, I ain’t stayin quiet. I’m just lettin’ ya know” he rushed off past you and left the house.
~~
The next day you woke up feeling a little more sore than the day before. The area on your side feeling tender surrounding the actual wound itself, you wondered if that was normal. Looking at yourself in the mirror you lifted your shirt before hearing the door open behind you, quickly you pulled it back down.
“How’d ya sleep, honey?” Joel came up behind you, his hand sliding over your waist, thankfully opposite of where the wound was.
“I slept ok, I know we have a long night with the dance.”
“If ya don’t wanna go we don’t have to, you just say the word” he looked at you through the mirror.
“It’s fine, I already promised Maria. It’s ok, we’ll have a good time” you smiled but Joel knew you, your smile didn’t meet your gaze.
“Is something botherin’ you?” You turned to him and caressed his face, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips that he could never resist.
“I’m fine, let’s get ready for the day” you assured him with a gentle kiss and went on your way.
~~
That night getting ready for the event you found yourself feeling a little weak but pushed through it. Joel noticed you were more quiet than usual and kept an eye on you as he always did. You had cleaned the wound up the best you could before leaving but still something felt off.
The moment you arrived to the gathering, you noticed Tommy look directly at you from across the room and when he did, you knew that was it. The simple walk from the house to the party throwing you off, you felt queasy and it showed. Joel holding your hand leading you further into the event, you gently tugged at his arm.
“Joel”
Tommy got closer.
“What is it, baby?” He turned to you, instantly noticing something didn’t look right.
“You alright, what’s the matter?” His hand quickly releasing yours to caress the side of your face and that’s when he grew more concerned.
“Jesus, baby ya burnin’ up-“
“Joel, we gotta talk” Tommy cut in.
“Tommy don’t” you whispered, you knew how Joel would react, especially towards Jesse.
“I shoulda said something the moment we came back but…there was an accident”
“The hell are ya talkin’ about, Tommy?” He turned towards him.
“Joel-“ your voice barely heard, the music continued to play as no one noticed the tense conversation between the two.
“It was an accident-“ Tommy repeated trying to remind his brother before telling him what played out.
“What the hell happened, Tommy?” He grew more desperate by the minute with what his brother needed to share.
“We thought there was some infected or raiders, we heard somethin’ but didn’t find anyone. Jesses gun went off-“
“Tommy, I’m fine dammit!”
“The bullet didn’t go through her but it grazed her pretty bad-“ Joel quickly turned to you, an alarmed look in his brown eyes.
“You were shot at” he whispered as you quickly shook your head.
“Under her shirt, left side” Tommy continued bluntly.
“No-“ you attempted to stop him but Joel moved towards you and quickly lifted up your shirt to see gauze wrapped around your waist beginning to fill with blood. The color draining from his face, worry mixed with anger. How the hell did someone accidentally shoot at you?
How the hell didn’t he notice?
“We need to get cha inside, right now. Tommy-“ he turned to his brother.
“I should’ve told you, I know-“
“We will deal with that later. You bring me a doctor, meet me at the house.”
There was no use in even trying to go against Joel at this point. You could tell he was angry but more so you could see the concern he felt helping you walk back to the house. You could see him looking over at you repeatedly to make sure you were alright, that was his first priority.
“Joel, don’t be mad at them-“
“Don’t talk right now, save your energy till they make sure you’re alright” he replied looking ahead, his arm around your waist, his hand careful to not rest on the wound but still enough to help balance you.
As the doctor checked you, Joel anxiously stood over his shoulder with his arms crossed watching what he was doing.
“Is it infected?” Joel asked.
“Too early to tell but looks like it’s gettin’ there. I’ll give her some antibiotics”
“And I’ll be fine for patrol tomorrow?” Your question making Joel narrow his eyes on you.
“You think you’re goin’ back out there any time soon?” His brows grew knit.
“Joel-“
“He’s right, should slow down for a few days. Let this heal properly” the doctor agreed. You couldn’t look up at Joel, you knew what he was thinking, there wasn’t anything you could say.
Once the doctor finished dressing your wound properly he left you and Joel alone together. A tense moment of silence, Joel didn’t know what reaction to even begin with. Pacing back and forth, Tommy could hear his footsteps loudly outside the door.
“So this was Jesses doin’ huh?”
“He didn’t do it on purpose” you quickly responded, a quick glance at him through the corner of your eye as he stopped to face you.
“Don’t matter, he put cha in danger. Kid shouldn’t be allowed with a damn gun till he’s properly trained” his nostrils flared just as Tommy walked in.
“How she doin’?”
“And you” Joel turned to him, hands on his hips.
“What the hell, Tommy”
“I know” he looked down in defeat.
“You shoulda known better”
“I know” Tommy didn’t bother to argue, he knew he was right.
“Don’t blame Tommy, I asked him not to say anything” you cut in but he didn’t take his eyes off his brother.
“Still, he shoulda been more alert, kept ya safe. Let alone at least tell me when my woman was hurt-“
“It happened so fast, Joel, Tommy did take care of me” you sat up faster than you meant to causing a sharp pain making you gasp. Joel quickly turning to you rushing to your side.
“Easy, lay down, baby” his hand gently guiding you to lay back on the bed as you looked up at him desperately.
“I know Jesse could be an idiot at times but he didn’t do it on purpose and Tommy-“ Joel looked down at you silently listening to what you had to say word for word.
“You can’t be mad at him, you should’ve heard everything he said to Jesse the whole ride home, he ripped him a new one” Tommy couldn’t help but silently smirk in the background, if there was one person that could make Joel break, it would be you. Joel took one look at his brother then back at you, you swallowed nervously waiting for some kind of a response.
“Now as to why Tommy kept your little secret. I know how persuasive you can be” he whispered.
“But I will have a word with Jesse” you sighed.
“Nothin’ like this is to be kept from me again. Am I clear?”
“Joel-“
“Am I clear?” His eyes narrowed on you until you nodded before turning to his brother.
“Never again” Tommy whispered.
“I’m sorry, Joel” you whispered, the sight of tears building up in your eyes was enough to soften Joel’s.
“It’s alright, baby, you’re ok” he whispered, his hand caressing your face, his thumb gently wiping the tears away.
“You get your rest, don’t worry about anything else, alright?” You nodded and took a deep breath.
After both men left the room allowing you to rest Tommy could see Joel was still left uneasy. His mind lost in thought as he sat at the table crossing his arms.
“You alright?”
Joel was silent for a moment, biting his inner lip staring off into the distance.
“How the hell didn’t I notice?” He blurt out looking back at his brother.
“Joel, you can’t blame yourself for not knowing what she was hidin’” Joel shook his head stubbornly.
“No, I knew somethin’ wasn’t right. I could see it in her face. I just- she shouldn’t have gone on that patrol without me. That shouldn’t have happened.”
“Well Jesse won’t be on patrol for a while.” Tommy assured him.
“Neither will she” Joel uttered low looking back in the direction you were in. The thought of how worse it could’ve actually been haunted him. The thought of anything happening to you was one he couldn’t live with.
Summary: You've always had a crush on your neighbor Joel, and once your friend Jordan suggests you ask him to help with a little "problem" of yours, it turns out he had never been such an unattainable dream.
Warnings: basically pwp. smut| big ass unspecified age gap, virginity loss, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, kinda breeding kink and size kink, dirty talk, he talks you through it, Joel calls reader with a bunch of pet names and probably more stuff but i need to go to sleep.
a/n: this is the farthest it can get from original. you've probably read 10 other fics with the same premise but i just wanted to write some sweet and filthy virginity loss sue me
"I can barely get a sentence out around him and you think I'm gonna ask him to have sex!?"
"well yeah" Jordan laughed "It makes sense"
Your friend was looking at you like she'd just suggested getting ice cream, while what had really just come out of her mouth was really, exponentially different.
"you're out of your mind if you think-"
"just shut up" she interrupted, rolling her eyes "It would be a fucking walk in the park"
Your eyes widened exaggeratedly at that.
Did she have any idea about what she was suggesting?
The last time you'd interacted with Joel Miller all he had to do was ask how summer break was going for your face to get as hot as the sun and for you to end up muttering some nonsense and running away.
"He'd never say yes"
Again, Jordan's eyes rolled back.
"Y/n listen I love you but sometimes you can be real fucking dumb," she said, fighting a smile "The guy probably hasn't gotten laid in years!" she huffed a laugh "And with you? With a hot young piece of ass like you!? No guy on the planet would say no"
"You-you're just saying that... and you don't know him"
"I know men"
__ __ __
You didn't even remember how you'd gotten there, all you knew was that Joel Miller was right in front of you, opening the door to his fucking house.
"Hi"
Your face was already getting warm and your voice was just an inch above unhearable.
"Hi darlin'" he greeted you, smiling with that slow, easy smile that made you want to cry every single time.
How could a human being be so hot?
"Come on in" he nodded behind him "What's goin' on?"
Now here was the problem. You had no plan whatsoever, and this was setting itself up to be a complete shitshow.
"I..."
You weren't even meeting his eyes, you could see him trying to catch a glimpse of your gaze but you couldn't do it- to be quite frank you were already starting to panic... and to regret your decision.
"you want something to drink?"
You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open as your words died on your tongue.
Jesus, he was handsome.
You hadn't gotten the chance to really look at him before, but now there he was in all his glory… huge strong muscles fighting against his shirt and all.
"c'mon, I'll get ya some water"
You didn't miss the smirk on his lips as he caught you ogling his arms.
Definitely not off to a good start.
He handed you a glass of water, and you took it, willing your hands not to shake.
The golden light of the afternoon sun seeped through the curtains of his kitchen windows, illuminating the space with a calmness that completely contrasted with your state.
"boy problems?"
You almost flinched at the sound of his voice.
"gotta beat somebody up?"
He must have thought you were dumb with the way you were staring at him all wide-eyed, not daring to speak a word.
You needed to think of something, preferably right now.
"n-no, nothing like that” you shook your head, forcing a smile.
A beat of silence passed before you decided to take back already what you’d said.
“well actually sorta"
He frowned, shifting his stance from one foot to the other.
He was waiting for you to expand on your words, but the birds chirping on the nearby trees were the only sound in the room.
"you can talk to me doll, I ain't gonna bite"
You could feel your cheeks get hot.
Jesus it's like everything he did was scandalously sexy- every time he spoke with that sweet drawl of his, every pet name he used for you... he could have peeled his clothes off slowly as he gave you a lap dance and the effect on you would be the exact same.
"Well I just..." you started "I've got a... problem"
He looked even more confused.
Were you about to tell him you're pregnant? No that would be impossible, he'd never seen you with any guy around here... but maybe at college.
For some reason, the thought of you with another guy... with a boy... didn't sit right with him.
Actually, he knew the reason, throughout the summer he'd caught himself staring a little too long at you more times than he'd like to admit- it was like all of a sudden you had grown, and the sweet little kid living next to him was now suddenly a gorgeous woman. He didn't really know what to do with that information, with the inappropriate feelings and urgings weighing in his gut every time his gaze fell upon you and you squirmed embarrassed like a shy little thing.
"alright..." he urged you to go on.
"Sarah's not home right?"
His brows drew closer together as he frowned.
Why would you ask that?
"She's at a friend's"
You nodded, suddenly looking more resolute, even if the way your teeth tortured your poor bottom lip was enough of a tell of how nervous you were.
You had decided. Jordan was right. There was no harm in trying, and if it didn't go right you'd just avoid him for the rest of your life.
"I'm a virgin Joel"
You saw his eyes widen before your own words had even registered.
"O-oh"
That's all he could stutter. I mean what was he supposed to say? That seconds before he thought you were about to tell him you were pregnant? That he could not understand how someone as beautiful as you, with the billion contenders he was sure you had, still had not found a single one to have sex with?
"And I... well the thing is that I don't want to be anymore"
He tried to get back to how cool and collected he was before- you were here to talk to him after all, the least he could do was be as helpful as possible.
"right" he cleared his throat "you want some advice on how to navigate this thing?"
The silence and the look on your face told him quite the opposite.
What were you here for then?
"No- I- the thing is that... I was wondering if maybe you'd agree to-" you bit your cheek as you finally spat it out "to be the one to do it"
Joel was sure his heart had stopped.
"babygirl-" The words had barely left your mouth and he was already stopping you.
You felt tears prick your eyes... you knew that tone.
"I'm sorry it was a stupid-"
Goddamn you Jordan.
You were already planning to run out the door when he spoke.
"darlin' I'm pushing forty here"
That's not what you expected him to say. He wasn't disgusted, or amused, or angry...
"yes but-" You tried to speak but he was talking over you again.
"you're twenty... you ain't even old enough to buy a six-pack, I-I- that ain't something you're supposed to do with me"
Joel would have never admitted it, but he was saying those things mostly to himself- to desperately fight the instinct that took over him the moment you explained the reason you were at his house... the instinct to take you up the stairs and fuck you so good no one else would ever compare.
"b-but it's what I want"
You weren't giving up. You didn't know what, but there was something about the way he was going about it that told you there was still a sliver of a chance.
Only there was a lot more than a sliver... and the way you were looking up at him with those desperate doe eyes was upping your chance as you spoke.
"I trust you, Joel," you said "You're the only man that I know that I would trust with this"
He sighed, shaking his head "If your dad found out- Jesus I wouldn't live to see another day darlin'"
Your hand found his chest, strong and solid as rock beneath your palm.
"I won't tell" you murmured, your words verging on pleas "I-I won't tell anyone Joel I promise" you swore, looking up at him as his own eyes bore into yours.
"You're the only one I want to do this with... the only one I trust"
You could see the resolution, the fight, leave his face.
How the hell was he supposed to say no?
Christ, not even a priest would have that amount of self-control.
"fuck sweetheart" he shook his head before looking up, a long breath leaving his throat "You're gonna get me killed"
You didn't even try to hide your excitement.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you asked "Is- is that a yes?"
His eyes- his beautiful, big, hazel eyes were back on you.
"'f course it is"
You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt.
It was really happening.
You were gonna lose your virginity to Joel fucking Miller.
"A-are we gonna do it now?" you asked, almost breathless with joy "I-I mean only if you feel like it of course"
"If I feel like it..." Joel couldn't help but laugh "You really have no idea do ya?"
Your mouth parted in confusion.
Did you say something wrong already?
"About what?"
A beat passed as he stared down at you, almost amused.
"About whatcha do to me, sugar"
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The door to his bedroom closed with a soft click, and all of a sudden, you were the only two people on earth.
His eyes didn't leave you for even a second, and although you felt very much on the spot, you liked his gaze on you.
"If you change your mind at any point darlin'," he said, walking closer to you until his right hand could gently move some hair out of your face "You tell me, and I'll stop, ok?"
"mh-mh" you nodded, although you were more than sure no changing of mind would happen... God, you didn't even know how long you'd dreamed of this.
"Don't gimme that doll, use your words" he corrected you, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek "Later too"
"O-ok, yes, I-I understand"
He smiled, amused.
"there's no need to be nervous sugar, we'll go real slow ok?"
"y-yes"
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"what can I do to make it better?"
You had an immediate answer in mind. The only thing you had been able to think about since he got this close.
"Can... could you kiss me?"
Jesus H. Christ.
Joel had to fight the urge to laugh. He'd drop to his knees and lick every inch of you if you asked, and you were wondering if he could kiss you...
"I can do whatever you want, babydoll" he murmured, as he slowly leaned closer.
You placed your hands on his big strong chest as you raised yourself on your tiptoes, and before you knew it... his lips were on yours.
You were holding your breath as the sound of your beating heart pounded in your ears.
This was really happening- this was real-
But before you had time to take it all in, the sweet feeling of Joel's lips on yours, of his beard, his nose, his hands, it was like something switched, a knob turned in his brain, and Joel wasn't kissing you anymore- no, he was devouring you.
He'd tried to go as soft and slow as he could but the moment you let out a little whimper... it was like he got possessed.
The hand on the back of your neck forced you impossibly closer as the one on your waist tightened enough to bruise, and he was... his tongue was desperately savoring every inch of your perfect mouth, swallowing all your pretty sounds.
His lungs screamed for relief but breathing was the last thing on his mind.
He'd never kissed like this.
Your panties were soaked once he finally pulled away.
He was about to apologize for losing control, but by the way you were looking at him, there was nothing to be sorry about.
"I'm gonna take off your clothes now doll, ok?"
You nodded, your breathing ragged, your cheeks on fire.
With just one kiss, he'd rendered your mind an empty mess. You doubted you could remember your address at the moment.
"What did I say 'bout usin' your words?" He murmured, his thumb tracing the shape of your swollen mouth.
"Sorry," you whimpered weakly.
He wouldn't have heard you if he had been but an inch away.
"Y-yes, you can take my clothes off"
He smiled at that, leaving another soft kiss on your lips before both his hands reached underneath your shirt.
His big, warm hands detoured to caress your sides, leaving shivers in their wake, before he brought your top up until he slid it off.
His eyes fell on your tits, still covered by your bra, and he looked up at you to check if you were alright before oh so slowly undoing the clasp and letting the garment fall to the floor.
He had to stifle the groan climbing up his throat because Jesus, he wanted nothing more than to take each of your perfect fucking nipples in his mouth and suck until begged him for more...
but he didn't, he let his self-control win this time as he reached for the waistband of your shorts.
He watched like a hawk every inch of skin that he uncovered until the shorts pulled at your feet and you stepped out of them together with your sandals.
Your breathing still hadn't gotten back to normal, and every fucking inch of your skin was on fire, burning with the intensity of his gaze.
He didn't say anything as his fingers slid past the waistband of your panties and with a quick movement pulled them down, leaving you completely bare.
Not able to stop himself, he groaned this time, his hands taking a tour of your body from your collarbones, to the valley between your breasts, to your belly, until his thumbs were but an inch from where you were burning with desire for him. But he didn't touch you there, no, his hands reached your waist as he stared at you 'cause god bless his heart, but he couldn't stop looking.
He liked his lips, as if he was hungry- starving- and you let out a small whimper, realizing you had held your breath all this time.
"You're... perfect babygirl"
You prayed he wouldn't judge you when he saw the mess that had become of between your thighs.
He can't say stuff like that and expect me not to melt.
His eyes were finally back on you, and the pure lust in them almost made you gasp.
He looked like a completely different man.
"Sit on the bed"
Your brain took a second too long to register his words.
I mean it's not every day you're naked in front of Joel Miller.
Joel's old mattress creaked as you sat on it, and you stayed there, diligently frozen in your spot as he took his sweet time to come closer.
He wanted to preserve the image of you sitting on his bed, naked, waiting, looking like a damn dream, in his brain for all the lonely nights of the rest of his life.
He stood there, towering over you, looking down at you as you looked up at him, and you felt even smaller.
You were about to speak, to beg him to please do anything, touch you in any way, put you out of your misery, when he crouched down, his eyes now level with yours.
His hands found your thighs and another whimper escaped your chest.
"Spread your legs f'me, doll"
And so you did, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Good girl"
This time, it wasn't a whimper that fled your mouth, but a small little moan.
Fuck
Heat rose to your face again and you looked away, embarrassed.
Of course, you liked to be told you're a good girl.
"None of that" Joel tsked, his right pointer forcing you to look back at him "Eyes on me"
You were so turned on you wanted to cry. But you didn't, you nodded, and just like that... Joel was leaning closer and his mouth... oh god his mouth had found your neck.
You gripped the sheets as your whole body started going on fire- as his mouth left hungry wet kisses under your ear, on your pulse, on your collarbones, on your tits, and when his lips wrapped around your right nipple... when his tongue toyed with your hard bud you swore you saw heaven.
Soft little moans started spilling from your mouth as he sucked and sucked and sucked, his hands going to support your boobs, pushing them together as his mouth went from one to the other again and again until you didn't even remember what it meant to breathe like a normal person.
It felt so good.
Who knew it would feel so fucking good?
Joel only stopped when your nipples were swollen and utterly drenched with his saliva, and you were about to protest when you felt his mouth traveling south...
"Joel" you whispered.
He looked up at you with that sexy fucking smirk on his face, not stopping the trail of kisses down your belly.
"Yes, doll?"
"What are you-" your sentence was interrupted by a gasp when his lips found your mound "W-what are you doing?"
His smirk only widened as his mouth dived lower.
"I'm gonna lick your pussy now darlin'" his low and lustful voice was enough to make you orgasm alone.
You could only blink, and then swallow, and then open your mouth... just for no words to come out.
Joel chuckled before kissing your inner thigh, sending a shock of pleasure to your core.
"'s that ok with ya?"
"Yes," you heard yourself blurt out before you even knew it, which made him laugh, a soft, vibrating laugh that fanned your core and rendered you all the more desperate.
"That's good to hear" he grinned, his mouth lowering until he was kissing your lips... your other lips.
Oh Jesus Christ
You spread your legs wider to accommodate him and he hummed in approval, taking them in his hands and forcing them on his shoulders.
Oh sweet Mother of Christ
He granted himself one look at your perfect, beautiful fucking pussy, before his eyes were back on you, and his tongue darted out without warning and licked your whole core like an ice cream cone.
"Oh"
Your hips spasmed for a second but before you had time to feel embarrassed, his tongue was back in action, only this time he was eating you as if he were starving.
He groaned in pleasure at your taste as his tongue explored every inch of you he could physically reach. His nose was rubbing against your clit and his beard felt so nice against your skin and oh god if you thought you'd seen heaven before you were wrong because the moment his lips wrapped against your bud angels opened up the pearly gates for you.
"Oh my god" you cried, your left hand getting a mind of its own and grabbing Joel's soft hair "Oh my fucking- Oh wow"
This was nothing like what you'd experienced before- nothing your own fingers had ever produced, this was... so so good.
"You taste so fucking sweet sugar" he groaned into you, sending another wave of pleasure through you "y've got such a perfect lil pussy babygirl" he continued in between lapping at your core "wish I could have it for breakfast every day"
You could only moan in response, and you could feel his smile on your skin as he watched the effect he was having on you.
Goddamn, you looked like an angel biting your lip as you moaned for him, your face flushed, your hand in his hair... this was the best decision he ever made- who gave a fuck if your dad put him in the ground, at least he got to see this.
"Gonna come for me doll?" he teased once he heard your cries get louder and your grip on his hair tighten "Gonna let me taste all your sweet juices like a good girl?"
Those words, once again, had their effect because in no time your hips were grinding onto him and breathless gasps were forcing their way out your throat as the best orgasm of your life shuttered through you,
"Just like that" he praised you as you rode the high "thatta girl- give it to me baby"
You were only partially aware of where you found yourself as you came down from the orgasm.
you were breathing heavily, your eyes closed as Joel made his way up your body, his lips pecking every inch of it until he finally kissed your mouth.
"You ok darlin'?"
Your eyes opened at once, the dreamiest look in them,
"I'm great" you grinned, making him smile before he kissed you again, slowly this time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
He only pulled away when you whined, your hands gripping his arms desperately as your body begged for more.
He sat up on the bed against the headboard, and it was then you finally realized he was still fully clothed...
You were naked from head to toe and he was still dressed... you had no idea why but that made you even hornier, which is why you hastily sat up.
"A- are we gonna do it now?"
He huffed out a laugh as his hand invited you closer.
"not quite yet sugar," he cooed as he guided you to sit on his lap, your back against his chest and your ass against... oh wow.
You could very much feel through his jeans the print of what felt like his huge cock right against your backside.
You couldn't help it, you shifted your butt, not so subtly grinding against him, and when his only response was to grab your waist, you couldn't help but do it again... and again, until you not only heard, but felt a groan rise up his chest.
"babygirl..." he murmured against your ear, making you shiver "You might wanna stop that"
You bit your lip, doing it again "Why?"
He inhaled sharply, his grip tightening "'cause baby, if you keep on goin' I'm gonna come, and you ain't gonna get what you came all this way for"
That made you want to stop and keep going at the same time.
The thought of Joel Miller coming because of you doing what you were doing...
"Don't ya even think about it sugar" He anticipated your actions as if he'd read your mind. You felt him smirk as he kissed you right under your ear.
To that you surrendered, stopping your movements at once.
He hummed, satisfied, inhaling your scent as his right hand slowly moved down your belly.
You held your breath as his fingers found your clit and his mouth your neck.
You couldn't see Joel from this position, but you didn't need to, you could feel him.
His ring and middle finger started circling your clit in a slow and precise motion and moans were already spilling from your lips.
"Joel" you breathed.
"'m right here" he promised, his voice husky, clouded by his lust.
His fingers continued their torturous path until he found your hole.
You could only gasp as his fingers dived inside of you.
Oh god.
"You ever done this to yourself doll?" he asked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you lazily.
You could both hear how unbelievably drenched you were, but that was the very last thing on your mind... what seized your attention at the moment were the sparks of pleasure Joel was igniting in your core.
"mh?" he hummed once you didn't answer, still kissing your neck.
"I-I did" you swallowed, your words interrupted by yet another cry when his fingers curled, sending much more than a spark of pleasure to your brain "Like... like twice"
"just twice?" Joel asked
"It just... it doesn't feel good"
His movements continued, making your breathing get more and more uneven.
"How does it feel now?" he accentuated his words by making whatever gesture he made that had your walls tightening around his fingers.
"G-good"
"Now that ain't gonna do" he cooed, his fingers all of a sudden leaving your core.
"B-but-" you were about to protest turning his way, but his voice took over.
"'s alright darlin', gimme your hand"
You looked down to see his hand waiting for yours, and without even thinking you did as he asked.
He placed his palm big palm on top of your hand, engulfing it, and he guided it down your body, past your belly button, until you were right where he was seconds ago.
"use these two fingers" he instructed, showing you the ones he was talking about.
"good, now get 'em all nice and wet" he murmured, guiding them through your slick folds to do just what he'd said.
You were back at your hole and your mind had stopped working.
You were just a doll, following his every instruction, watching closely his hand move yours as your core ached with desire.
"Now slide 'em in" he whispered, his honeyed voice hypnotizing.
And so you did, you pushed your ring and middle finger inside of yourself.
Why was this so fucking hot?
"Now go in and out" his words were your command, literally.
Again, the sound of your slick pussy spread through the room as you did as he asked.
"how's that feel?"
You weren't gonna lie, not to Joel.
"It's... it's ok" you breathed "Not as good as before"
He smirked, his tongue darting out to lick your pulse as his free hand traveled higher, finding your boobs.
Well of course it felt better before his fingers were two times yours.
"curl your fingers" he ordered, his palm caressing your tits "Like this," he said, showing you exactly what he meant.
He did almost like a "come here" motion, and although skeptically, you replicated it, and well... Joel Miller knew what the fuck he was talking about cause goddamn...
You cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure.
"Again"
And so you did it again, only this time, Joel's fingers had found your left nipple, and the way they toyed with it just as you fingered yourself made the feeling triplicate.
"Keep doin' that babydoll" Joel breathed, his mouth leaving hot, wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as his fingers tweaked your pretty nipples.
"just like that" he hummed as you cried out louder and louder, as you squirmed above him, your free hand gripping his thigh to have something to hold on to.
"that's it... look so pretty like this sugar" he continued "making yourself come like a good girl..."
Jesus his cock was begging for attention... this was the hottest fucking shit he'd ever seen.
Your legs were starting to close as your orgasm approached, and your voice, calling out Joel's name, was getting more and more desperate.
"so good" he groaned, his fingers pinching your nipple without warning "Y'look so perfect when you come babygirl".
That's the last thing you heard as a tsunami of pleasure overtook your whole body.
You were pretty sure you were shaking and wailing like a madwoman, but all you could really be sure of was what happened once you finally reopened your eyes.
You felt so very spent and you hadn't even done what you came here for yet.
Joel's eyes were boring into yours, his hands caressing your sides.
"Still with me?" he asked.
"Yeah," you smiled wide once again.
You felt like you were lying on a cloud, no thoughts or worries going through your head... just pure bliss.
"You still sure about this sugar?"
You had no hesitation.
"Yeah"
He smiled, kissing your lips for a brief second before leaning away.
The moment you realized he was finally taking off his clothes you were wide awake.
You sat up just as he discarded his shirt to the floor.
Je-sus.
This wasn't the first time you'd seen Joel shirtless. It wasn't a coincidence you chose to sunbathe every time he was mowing the lawn...
Yet, the breath was still knocked out of you.
He was broad, like seriously so. He was big and although you couldn't say he had a six-pack it was plain obvious the man was strong.
You didn't think it was possible, but you were getting even wetter.
You wanted nothing more than to let your palm caress his chest, the sparse hair on his pecs, the v lowering towards his pants...
Speaking of which, a gasp fled your throat the moment he took off his jeans, and by the time his boxers were off your mouth hung open in awe... and worry.
"you're..." you had to swallow to try and get some water to your dry mouth "Joel you're-- huge"
You weren't looking at him as he laughed, but at the big scary cock against his stomach bobbing with the movement.
"how would ya know, babygirl?"
You had to force yourself to look away from his manhood, and once you did, you found his gaze again.
"I... I've watched... stuff"
A side of his mouth twitched mischievously at the confession.
"Oh yeah?" he teased "My good little girl watches porn? 's that whatcha telling me?"
Why was it hot in here all of a sudden?
"N-No I just..." heat rushed to your face as you bit your lip "I-I mean-"
He laughed, cutting you off "'s ok sugar, I won't tell"
You could only offer him a little smile because to be honest, your focus was still on the reason you'd even broached the subject.
Your eyes were back on his dick, and while yes it was a worrying size, it also sparked curiosity and need deep inside of you. Which is why you moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed so that his cock was right before you.
And holy mother of God.
"Can I..."
You didn't even need to finish the sentence.
Jesus, if he were to be honest even just seeing you in this position was getting him close to coming.
"You can do whatever you want babydoll, I told ya"
You nodded, hesitantly leaning a little closer.
"I-I've never..."
"As long as my dick is in your mouth I'll be a happy man darlin'"
You gulped, biting your lip as you tried to understand where to even begin, and just then, a tiny bit of precum leaked from his manhood- so naturally, you acted on your first thought... and licked his head, tasting the tang of him.
You heard him inhale sharply as you continued licking, first just his head, then the sides, every ridge and vein... but it was only when you finally wrapped your lips around him that he lost it.
"Fuck"
He groaned like an animal and that only gave you all the more reasons to go further, forcing his dick into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.
"Fucking- Jesus Christ"
You looked up at him now, your hands finding his legs as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking so very well every inch you could fit... which was barely half.
He'd gathered your hair to the back of your head, but he wasn't guiding your movements, it was all you.
"Babydoll" he rasped, "I think that's enough"
But you didn't wanna stop. This was so hot... feeling him in your mouth, hearing him moan for you...
"Baby" he grunted "I ain't gonna be able to fuck you if I come down your throat"
Those crude words brought you back to reality... and made you even hornier.
You pulled away from his dick, letting it slap back against Joel's stomach.
"Lay down f'me"
You did, without question.
He stifled a groan at the sight, at the fucking image displayed before him once you obeyed his command and spread your legs.
Fuck.
He looked at your eyes, watching for any sign of doubt, of a second thought... but he found none.
It was then he finally took his cock in his hand, giving it a much-needed pump and making you swallow drily.
He was silent as he guided his tip to your folds, making it slide between them and catching on your clit... but you weren't.
You were letting out all sorts of little cries and whimpers and moans as he toyed with you.
But you too, fell silent once you felt him stop at your entrance.
"Mh-" you were starting to hum, biting down your lip as he began pushing inside when he suddenly stopped.
"Fuck- forgot the condom"
You blinked, trying to make sense of what had happened as he reached into his night table.
"Joel" you called for him, making him turn around, condom in hand.
"'m sorry darlin', should've remembered sooner"
But that's not what you wanted to say.
"Joel can we..." you gulped "can we not-- use it?"
He frowned as his dick damn near exploded.
You wanted him to fuck you raw?
"Jesus sweetheart you tryna kill me today or somethin'?"
You smiled, your hands fidgeting.
"N-no I just... this is my first time... I- I wanted to feel it, y'know?" you murmured "A-and I'm clean and if you... if you use it with all the other women then you must be clean too, so..."
Joel had the urge to laugh.
"That ain't what 'm worried about, pretty doll"
It was one thing your dad finding out he'd fucked you... a different thing if he'd fucking got you pregnant.
Your mouth formed an o shape as you remembered.
"O-Oh no, I-I'm on the pill"
I shouldn't do this.
There's still a risk.
I'm old enough to be her father I shouldn't be doing this for countless different reasons.
I shouldn't.
I really fucking shouldn't.
And yet Joel had already gotten rid of the condom and had made his way on top of you.
You smiled before he kissed you, taking away all the oxygen from your lungs.
"I need you to relax now sugar" he murmured, his hand guiding his dick to your entrance once again.
"O-ok" you nodded, feeling the very tip of him push inside you.
"Just like that" he praised, kissing you again "Doing so well f'me"
It burned.
The stretch got more and more demanding as he tried to push himself deeper into you.
"Ah!" you gasped, your hands gripping his biceps as he kissed your neck.
"I know baby, I know"
"I-it's big" you cried, planting your feet on the mattress to try and ground you.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, looking you in the eyes, although yours were shut close.
"N-no" you shook your head "I just... " you hissed from the pain as he slid in an inch further.
"You can do it babygirl" he whispered, still planting kisses everywhere he could reach.
"B-but it's too big" you whimpered desperately as he still kept going. It felt interminable.
"Don't ya worry 'bout it honey" he said, moving some hair out of your face "I'm gonna make it fit"
That got him the first little moan of pleasure, which coincided with you letting him get an inch deeper.
"Yeah you like that?" he cooed "You like the idea of me filling you up with my cock to the very brim?"
You moaned again, louder.
"I know you do sugar." one of his hands had traveled between your bodies to find your clit, making you cry out even louder "Want nothing more than to be full of me, do ya?"
"'s ok sweetie, we're almost there" he promised, his breath sending shivers up your spine "You're taking me so well... letting me stretch this perfect little pussy for the very first time..."
It still burned, but the worst was done, and his words were making you forget half the pain.
"such a good girl" he cooed "There we go, like that, lemme in babygirl... fuck"
You'd done it.
"Oh my god" you gasped.
You felt utterly and completely full, like your body had been missing a part of it all this time.
"Joel" you cried, your grip on his arms tightening.
"You ok sugar?" he asked, although you could hear the restraint in his voice.
"Yes" you breathed opening your eyes to look at him "Yes please do- do something"
He smirked as he gave you a quick kiss.
"I'm gonna start moving now, ok?"
You nodded hastily "Y-yes- please".
And so what could he do, if not exactly what you'd asked?
He retracted his hips just to thrust in again, and... wow.
"O-Oh my god" you cried, as he did it again, finding a slow and oh so very deep pace.
He was rolling his hips, grinding against your pelvis every time he trusted in, making fireworks explode in your body.
"Fuck, doll" he groaned, his pace quickening "Y'feel so good... so tight for me"
You could only moan at his words, your legs wrapping around him.
"it's like you were made for my cock" he said, staring at you although your eyes were closed.
He didn't want to miss even a second of this.
"To let me fuck you like you need" he hissed, having to refrain himself from coming too soon.
That had been a danger since the very first inch of him had entered you.
You just felt so fucking good.
"You're such a good girl baby, y've got no idea" he groaned, kissing and licking your neck "Taking me so well"
"J-Joel!" you basically screamed once the fingers on your clit resumed their work.
"I know baby" he cooed, continuing to fuck you thoroughly "I know it's a lot, but you can take it"
The sound of your skin slapping with his bounced off the walls with each thrust together with the creaks of the mattress.
"I-I- Joel" you kept on crying, your breathing getting more and more ragged as your belly tightened expecting the approaching orgasm.
"what is it darlin'?" he purred, "need me to fuck you harder, softer?" he murmured "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to ya baby"
"M-more"
He could only smirk as he picked up his pace, now slamming into you harder, feeling your walls tighten with each thrust.
"Oh god- O-Oh shit--"
"C'mon doll," Joel groaned as your nails dug into his skin "Be a good girl and come for me- let me feel you come around my cock"
He didn't even need to ask.
"like that" he rasped as your eyes shut tight and you cried as loud as your vocal chord permitted "Just like that- good fucking girl"
Each molecule of your body rearranged itself as the orgasm overtook your body, mind, and soul.
You were sure you had ascended to another universe, the only thing that grounded you was Joel's words as he reached his own peak.
"Fuck doll, 'm gonna come" he grunted " 'm gonna fill you up babygirl- like that- take it sugar-- take it all"
It took a long while for you to gain back consciousness, and when you did, you found yourself lying under Joel's blanket, his hand gently drawing patterns on your arm as he... he was watching you.
"There she is"
You could only find it in yourself to smile as you leaned closer to him, leaving a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
Summary: A usual evening with your boyfriend Clint and his best friend Joel turns into a night full of lust and ecstasy - Or - Clint and Joel go down on you.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au/no outbreak au, F!ORAL, voyeurism, fingering, rimming, unprotected piv, anal, creampie, cum eating, multiple orgasms, praise kink, pussy/cock pronouns, swearing, alcohol consumption (not by reader). Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Clint can lift reader.
A/n: Grab your toys y’all, it’s a steamy one lol Huge thank you to @ghoulettesinspace for this inspiring ask. Love you, friend! This story is my submission for the Magic Number writing challenge hosted by @schnarfer @whocaresstillthelouvre and @mothandpidgeon 💞 Thank you for creating this hot event! Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being my everything💋 Hope you all will enjoy being a meal❤️
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics 🌸
MASTERLIST || more Clint || more Joel
You've been dating Clint for a few months and his buddy, Joel, often came to hang out at his place. The men were about the same age, both older, both handsome as hell, but Joel never seemed to be interested in you.
At first you were fine with it, you were his friend’s woman after all, but his indifference soon started rubbing you the wrong way. Why would he look through you sometimes, as if you were not there? Didn’t he think you were hot? Or at least deserving of something other than a fleeting glance?
Driven by spite, you started doing everything to get the man’s attention. Wearing tiny shorts and tight tops around him worked wonders - he blushed like a teenager and stammered a shaky ‘Howdy’ whenever you opened the door to him.
Clint saw through your games, but didn’t mind them at all. Even better, he seemed to rail you harder after Joel’s visits.
It’s a usual night at Clint’s place. You two are chilling on the couch, his heavy arm around your shoulder, Joel‘s sitting in a lazy boy nearby. The men are sipping beers and watching some old action movie.
Not interested in the plot, you’re scrolling through Tumblr, and of course, at one point, a porn gif graces your dash. Clint notices it and hums, watching a guy eat a girl out on your screen. You feel his lips at your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.
”Gonna do it to you tonight.”
You smile and bite your lip, shooting him a glance that screams ‘Yes, please!” His voice and his promise are enough to get you hot and bothered.
You put your phone away, cuddle up closer to your boyfriend and rest your bent leg on his thigh. Clint growls and bucks his hips, a huge bulge in his pants impossible to miss, and you gush, ogling it with hunger. It reminds you of the previous night — Clint’s hard cock fucking your mouth, then stretching your pussy so well, his sweat dripping on your bouncing tits. You squirm next to him and Clint hums, sensing your arousal.
He’s barely watching the movie now - his palms are sliding up and down your naked arms and thighs, his breathing is deep and heavy.
He gets ballsy and, not minding Joel sitting nearby, sneaks his hand under your shorts. His thick finger dips into the pool between your folds and he gruffs,
“Fuck, baby.” He immediately brings his hand to his mouth and licks your juices off, making you bite your lip at the sight of his tongue sliding over the glistening digit.
Joel hears Clint’s groans and turns his head in your direction. He doesn’t realise that his buddy is being a horny menace and continues watching the movie.
Clint keeps playing with you - presses kisses to your face and neck, kneads your tit under the top and squeezes your asscheek. By the time he cups your pussy over your shorts, soaking them with your slick, you’ve turned into a complete mess, desperate for any stimulation.
“Need you,” you whisper against his cheek and he rasps quietly, “I got you, baby.”
Not making you wait, he shoves his hand into your shorts, quickly finds his way to your wet hole and pushes two fingers inside.
You swallow a moan, your eyes set on Joel, sitting close, oblivious to the fact that his friend is knuckles deep in your cunt. Clint starts moving his digits in and out, curling them and skillfully bringing you higher to your peak with every stroke.
“Fuck,” you murmur, feeling yourself getting close, and push your face into Clint’s neck, in hopes of hiding the whimpers, crawling up your throat.
“Let it go, babygirl,” Clint whispers and you do. You come, pulsating on his fingers, your eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm is rippling through your body in waves as you’re clinging to Clint’s huge body. When your climax starts to dissipate, you kiss his cheek and give him a satisfied smile.
Your breathing is slowly coming back to normal but then it hitches, when all of a sudden Clint asks,
“Hey, Joel, do you like eating pussy?”
You stare at your boyfriend with your eyes widened, and then at his friend.
Joel furrows his brows and looks at Clint with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.
“Scuse me?”
“You heard me, do you like giving head?”
“Fuck off, Clint,” Joel chuckles and returns his attention to the tv, but you don’t miss a slight blush of his cheeks.
Drunk on endorphins, you surprise even yourself when you push, “Do you?”
Joel locks eyes with you, but you’re not backing down. You raise your brows and stare at him with defiance.
“Yeah, we wanna know.” Clint sneers and shoots you a proud glance. Joel glares at the two of you now, but he probably knows well that Clint won’t let it go, so he replies with a shrug,
“Not really.”
Now it's Clint’s turn to be surprised.
“What? Why?”
“Dunno, not my thing.”
Joel takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat.
He’s always been reserved so you know he would never talk about his sexual life like that. The beer must be coursing through his veins, loosening his tongue.
“Is it ‘real men don’t do it’ bullshit?” You don’t hide disgust in your voice and Clint retorts,
“The manliest thing ever. What the fuck, Joel?”
“You know, what I think,” you turn to Clint with your brows pulled together, “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right person.”
“Or the right pussy,” Clint smirks and you giggle.
Joel’s beet red at this point, his eyes glued to the bottle in his hands, and you start feeling a little bad for the guy. Clint doesn’t seem to care. He’s giddy with excitement when he pulls you close and whispers in your ear,
“How about we introduce him to the right pussy?”
You blink a few times and then your lips curve into a mischievous smile.
“He just needs a good role model,” Clint says, sitting up next to you and pulling your shorts down and off your legs. His eyes are set on Joel, whose brows are getting lost in his hairline when he sees what his buddy is doing.
“This is insane,” Joel groans but doesn’t leave, doesn’t move at all. His body is frozen, his gaze is sliding over your naked ass and thighs.
“You ok with it?” he asks, locking eyes with you and you nod eagerly, biting your lower lip, turned on by the depravity of what’s about to happen. It’s impossible to deny - you’ve craving Joel’s mouth on you. Or his cock stuffing your hole.
You’re dripping and trembling with lust, ready to see what your boyfriend is going to do to you in front of the other man.
“She wants you,” Clint assures his friend, getting up and motioning for you to lie down on the couch.
“Looking like a slut when you’re around. She needs that extra cock. Right, baby?”
Your chest heaves as you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ and Joel rubs his scruffy cheek, hiding a lopsided smile.
Clint sits down at your bent legs and spreads your thighs with his big hands.
“Look at her, Joel. She’s too hot not to share.”
You smile at his praise and pull your top off revealing your naked breasts, presenting yourself to the men fully.
Joel adjusts his bulge with a curse and Clint whispers ‘good girl’ before leaning closer to palm your tit, making you whimper.
“But..,” he raises his brow and turns to Joel, ”this pussy’s for eating. Not only fucking.”
Clint pushes your thighs further apart and presses his hand to your folds. He massages them with his wide palm, spreading your slick over your heated skin, and you moan loudly, relishing the pressure on your cunt.
“Fuckin hell,” Joel murmurs and turns more to the couch.
“Hotter than hell,” Clint smirks and brings his lips to your inner thigh. He slowly drags them to your centre and lightly pecks your folds, tickling you with his facial hair. You bite your lip and start kneading your breast.
“Always start slow, Joel. Little kisses here and there.”
“Jeez, I know how to give head, Clint,” Joel groans, getting up and stepping up to the couch. “I’ve seen pussy before. I jus’.. don’t do it often...”
Clint rolls his eyes and then parts your pussy lips with his fingers.
"Been missing out, man. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in this soft hole, uh?"
Joel curses under his breath, his eyes taking in everything you are giving him. Clint murmurs ‘pretty’ to your pussy, then leans down and pecks your clit, his touch feather-light. You moan and buck your hips, chasing his hot mouth, but he ignores your need and keeps persuading Joel,
"Imagine how wet she's gonna be when you make her come on your tongue a couple times. Sticking your cock in a freshly eaten pussy... shit... a life changing experience, man. I swear you won't regret it."
While Clint’s pitching pussy eating to Joel, his thick fingers are gliding up and down over your spread folds, slightly grazing your twitching bud, pouring gasoline into a bright fire in your core.
"You really want me to eat out your girlfriend, Clint? fuck her?"
"Why not," Clint shrugs and, keeping your lips parted, gives the center of your pussy an open mouth kiss. ”She deserves it.”
“Joel, please,” you whimper, need thick in your voice, and your back arches, when Clint’s tongue draws a long wet stripe between your folds.
You flutter your eyes closed, barely hearing Clint’s comments, your heart pounding in your ears.
“Hnggg… juicy little cunt. Joel, check it out.”
Joel’s looking over you, perfectly positioned to watch Clint play with you.
Clint bends down and sucks your puffy clit between his lips, then releases it with a pop and stares intently at your hole. You feel it now. They both groan when a clear drop of your slick trickles down from your clenching hole down to your asshole.
Clint looks up at Joel and smirks,
“Want a taste?”
Joel clenches his jaws as you’re watching him with hazy eyes, tiny whimpers falling from your lips again and again.
“I want you,” you admit with the sweetest tone you can manage and the man’s eyes dart from your crying cunt to your glossy eyes.
He pulls his brows and then nods.
“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Clint offers with a smile and takes you in his arms.
You bite your lower lip, failing to suppress a grin curving your lips, and squirm naked on the bed with anticipation.
“That’s what I’m talking about. The more the merrier, right, baby?”
You nod, sparkles flying out of your eyes, as you take in two hot men on the bed with you.
“Spread ‘em wider,” Joel commands, and you obediently throw your thighs apart as wide as possible, they’re lying on the bed at this point.
“That’s my girl,” Clint praises you and caresses your inner thigh with his hard knuckles.
Your skin erupts with chills when Joel slides his palm from your knee to your hip, gently, reading your reaction, making sure that you’re still on board. You very much are.
It’s the first time he’s touching you, and you shiver, looking up at him with your heart eyes, blown out and full of need.
“Bon appetite, buddy,” Clint pats Joel's shoulder, inviting him to taste his girlfriend’s cunt.
Joel takes a sharp breath and slowly leans down, torturing you with anticipation, but when he covers your whole pussy with his mouth, you gasp and moan his name, already on the brink of euphoria. He flicks his tongue over your clit and then starts making out with your cunt, languidly and sensually.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as a powerful wave of pleasure engulfs you fully.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Clint watches, gliding his hand from your mound, over your heaving belly and to your chest. While Joel’s holding your thighs open, eating you out like it’s his last meal, Clint begins kneading your breasts, pulling at your nipples, twitching them to add fire to your ecstasy.
Joel dives out of your cunt and Clint asks him with a smirk,
“So?“
Joel’s breathing is heavy, licking his lips, his eyes two black pits of lust.
“Fuckin incredible.”
“Ah! Told ya!” Clint rubs his friend’s back with a proud smile and looks into your hazy eyes. “I’d eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner, man. My baby’s delicious.”
“Thanks for sharing,” Joel mumbles and bends down again to lap at your crying hole.
“Yeah, like that,” Clint praises Joel’s skills when you moan loudly and dip your head back into the pillow.
“He’s doing good, babygirl?”
“Yeahhh, so good,” you mewl, losing your mind at how perfectly Joel’s full lips caress your folds and clit, while his hot tongue is collecting all the slick covering your beating pussy.
Joel’s lewd slurping together with your loud moans fills the room, and the electricity between the three of you hangs heavy in the air.
Clint is watching the show with his eyes dark and intent, palming his bulge, and then finally pulls his cock out.
When you see it spring out of his pants, engorged and leaking, your hand darts to it and you wrap your palm around his hot shaft.
“Nah, beautiful. Don’t worry ‘bout me, enjoy yourself.” He takes your hand off his cock and gently kisses your fingers. “He’s gonna wait for your pussy.”
He holds your hand, and leans down to give you a kiss, heady and passionate, grounding you in your overwhelming pleasure, but at the same time pushing you deeper into the pit of lust.
“Joel,” Clint calls after parting from your lips. “Wanna join you.”
Joel hums with your clit between his lips and it pushes you over the edge. You come crying, your eyes and pussy wet with euphoria, every cell of your body lighting up. The men hold you while you shake, your tits jiggling, your pussy leaking all over the sheets.
“Fuck.. what a sight,” Clint growls, running his huge palm over your trembling thighs while his other hand is gripping his cock.
“She’s beautiful.” Joel’s praise makes you smile through the hard orgasm, and when your body relaxes, you sigh happily and close your eyes.
Clint doesn’t give you any respite, though. A light slap lands on your hip and he growls,
“Need to eat this ass.”
Joel wipes your slick of his bearded chin and asks Clint,
“Can I fuck her pussy after?“
“Sure, man. You’re my best bud, what’s mine is yours.”
You giggle at Clint’s words, feeling yourself like a fuck doll and loving every second of it.
“‘k..,” Joel nods, “Let’s make her come again and then fuck her sloppy hole. If you don’t mind,” he turns to you and you purr,
“Never.”
Clint smiles and kneels on the floor. They manhandle your body so your ass is hanging off the bed and then Joel orders,
“Bend your knees, yeah, like this.” He lifts your legs and presses your knees to your sides, fully exposing your pussy and asshole to their obsidian eyes.
“Damn,” Joel groans when Clint glides his thumb over your tight ring which contracts at his touch, already soaked with your pussy juices.
Your boyfriend starts first.
He positions your ass at his face, holding your hips with his hands and presses his flat tongue to your asshole. You jerk and whimper, already in seventh heaven.
“Oh my god,” you moan and clasp Clint’s hair. He starts eating your ass, slurping shamelessly, drinking your moans and your pussy nectar, while Joel is kissing your inner thigh.
Your eyes meet and he gives you a warm smile, “Doin good, sweetheart.” Joel brings his hand to your face and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing your heated skin and you purr at his touch, reveling in his warmth, trembling from every lap of Clint’s tongue against your asshole.
You choke on a moan when Joel leans down to your spread pussy and begins rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue.
Your skin erupts in goosebumps, your thighs start trembling. You run your fingers through Joel’s greying curls and feel tears slide down to your temples when Joel’s tongue finds your entrance and he begins fucking your pussy.
These hot men between your legs, their big hands on you, their mouths devouring your holes— the sight alone can make you come but you fall apart from a shuttering orgasm when Clint pushes his tongue into your asshole and starts fucking you with his hot muscle just like Joel is fucking your pussy hole.
You explode with a loud cry, spraying your juices against Joel’s lips and chin, and he drinks everything he can get, and what escapes his mouth trickles down to your ass where Clint eagerly laps it off your heated skin.
They fuck you all night. Drunk on the unending orgasms, you don’t understand who’s between your thighs, whose cum is spilling into your stretched pussy, but you take each dick happily. They shower you with praise, suck on your puffy nipples, drag their hot hard cocks over your skin before sticking them in your hole again and again.
When your pussy gets filled to the brim, Clint fucks your ass, while Joel watches and jerks off, and then squirts his cum on your hickey-covered tits. Clint licks it off later with Joel’s dick buried deep in your overflowing cunt.
The night is a blur of lust, moans and bodily fluids. The room smells of sweat and sex and you take full lungs of the heady scent before falling asleep.
Early in the morning someone fucks your used pussy again, you have no clue who, and orgasm, dreaming of them both.
When you wake up, you make breakfast for the men, still dripping their loads, your thighs slippery and sticky. They eat and chat, smiling at you from time to time.
Joel’s eyes find yours again and again, they stick to your lips, your neck, your legs, reigniting a fire inside you. Seeing you chewing on your lip and squirming in your chair, Clint pulls you into his lap and kisses you.
At the door before leaving Joel gives you a tight hug and pecks your cheek.
“Thank you for the night, sweetheart.”
You’re leaning against the doorframe, watching him walk to his truck.
“Game on Saturday, Joel. Don’t forget”, Clint shouts to his friend.
Before getting in the car, Joel looks you up and down with his dark eyes and gives you a wink.
“Won’t miss it for the world.”
Clint pulls you in his arms and you smile like a happy cat. You can’t wait for Saturday to come.
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Summary: A usual evening with your boyfriend Clint and his best friend Joel turns into a night full of lust and ecstasy - Or - Clint and Joel go down on you.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au/no outbreak au, F!ORAL, voyeurism, fingering, rimming, unprotected piv, anal, creampie, cum eating, multiple orgasms, praise kink, pussy/cock pronouns, swearing, alcohol consumption (not by reader). Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Clint can lift reader.
A/n: Grab your toys y’all, it’s a steamy one lol Huge thank you to @ghoulettesinspace for this inspiring ask. Love you, friend! This story is my submission for the Magic Number writing challenge hosted by @schnarfer @whocaresstillthelouvre and @mothandpidgeon 💞 Thank you for creating this hot event! Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being my everything💋 Hope you all will enjoy being a meal❤️
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics 🌸
MASTERLIST || more Clint || more Joel
You've been dating Clint for a few months and his buddy, Joel, often came to hang out at his place. The men were about the same age, both older, both handsome as hell, but Joel never seemed to be interested in you.
At first you were fine with it, you were his friend’s woman after all, but his indifference soon started rubbing you the wrong way. Why would he look through you sometimes, as if you were not there? Didn’t he think you were hot? Or at least deserving of something other than a fleeting glance?
Driven by spite, you started doing everything to get the man’s attention. Wearing tiny shorts and tight tops around him worked wonders - he blushed like a teenager and stammered a shaky ‘Howdy’ whenever you opened the door to him.
Clint saw through your games, but didn’t mind them at all. Even better, he seemed to rail you harder after Joel’s visits.
It’s a usual night at Clint’s place. You two are chilling on the couch, his heavy arm around your shoulder, Joel‘s sitting in a lazy boy nearby. The men are sipping beers and watching some old action movie.
Not interested in the plot, you’re scrolling through Tumblr, and of course, at one point, a porn gif graces your dash. Clint notices it and hums, watching a guy eat a girl out on your screen. You feel his lips at your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.
”Gonna do it to you tonight.”
You smile and bite your lip, shooting him a glance that screams ‘Yes, please!” His voice and his promise are enough to get you hot and bothered.
You put your phone away, cuddle up closer to your boyfriend and rest your bent leg on his thigh. Clint growls and bucks his hips, a huge bulge in his pants impossible to miss, and you gush, ogling it with hunger. It reminds you of the previous night — Clint’s hard cock fucking your mouth, then stretching your pussy so well, his sweat dripping on your bouncing tits. You squirm next to him and Clint hums, sensing your arousal.
He’s barely watching the movie now - his palms are sliding up and down your naked arms and thighs, his breathing is deep and heavy.
He gets ballsy and, not minding Joel sitting nearby, sneaks his hand under your shorts. His thick finger dips into the pool between your folds and he gruffs,
“Fuck, baby.” He immediately brings his hand to his mouth and licks your juices off, making you bite your lip at the sight of his tongue sliding over the glistening digit.
Joel hears Clint’s groans and turns his head in your direction. He doesn’t realise that his buddy is being a horny menace and continues watching the movie.
Clint keeps playing with you - presses kisses to your face and neck, kneads your tit under the top and squeezes your asscheek. By the time he cups your pussy over your shorts, soaking them with your slick, you’ve turned into a complete mess, desperate for any stimulation.
“Need you,” you whisper against his cheek and he rasps quietly, “I got you, baby.”
Not making you wait, he shoves his hand into your shorts, quickly finds his way to your wet hole and pushes two fingers inside.
You swallow a moan, your eyes set on Joel, sitting close, oblivious to the fact that his friend is knuckles deep in your cunt. Clint starts moving his digits in and out, curling them and skillfully bringing you higher to your peak with every stroke.
“Fuck,” you murmur, feeling yourself getting close, and push your face into Clint’s neck, in hopes of hiding the whimpers, crawling up your throat.
“Let it go, babygirl,” Clint whispers and you do. You come, pulsating on his fingers, your eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm is rippling through your body in waves as you’re clinging to Clint’s huge body. When your climax starts to dissipate, you kiss his cheek and give him a satisfied smile.
Your breathing is slowly coming back to normal but then it hitches, when all of a sudden Clint asks,
“Hey, Joel, do you like eating pussy?”
You stare at your boyfriend with your eyes widened, and then at his friend.
Joel furrows his brows and looks at Clint with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.
“Scuse me?”
“You heard me, do you like giving head?”
“Fuck off, Clint,” Joel chuckles and returns his attention to the tv, but you don’t miss a slight blush of his cheeks.
Drunk on endorphins, you surprise even yourself when you push, “Do you?”
Joel locks eyes with you, but you’re not backing down. You raise your brows and stare at him with defiance.
“Yeah, we wanna know.” Clint sneers and shoots you a proud glance. Joel glares at the two of you now, but he probably knows well that Clint won’t let it go, so he replies with a shrug,
“Not really.”
Now it's Clint’s turn to be surprised.
“What? Why?”
“Dunno, not my thing.”
Joel takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat.
He’s always been reserved so you know he would never talk about his sexual life like that. The beer must be coursing through his veins, loosening his tongue.
“Is it ‘real men don’t do it’ bullshit?” You don’t hide disgust in your voice and Clint retorts,
“The manliest thing ever. What the fuck, Joel?”
“You know, what I think,” you turn to Clint with your brows pulled together, “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right person.”
“Or the right pussy,” Clint smirks and you giggle.
Joel’s beet red at this point, his eyes glued to the bottle in his hands, and you start feeling a little bad for the guy. Clint doesn’t seem to care. He’s giddy with excitement when he pulls you close and whispers in your ear,
“How about we introduce him to the right pussy?”
You blink a few times and then your lips curve into a mischievous smile.
“He just needs a good role model,” Clint says, sitting up next to you and pulling your shorts down and off your legs. His eyes are set on Joel, whose brows are getting lost in his hairline when he sees what his buddy is doing.
“This is insane,” Joel groans but doesn’t leave, doesn’t move at all. His body is frozen, his gaze is sliding over your naked ass and thighs.
“You ok with it?” he asks, locking eyes with you and you nod eagerly, biting your lower lip, turned on by the depravity of what’s about to happen. It’s impossible to deny - you’ve craving Joel’s mouth on you. Or his cock stuffing your hole.
You’re dripping and trembling with lust, ready to see what your boyfriend is going to do to you in front of the other man.
“She wants you,” Clint assures his friend, getting up and motioning for you to lie down on the couch.
“Looking like a slut when you’re around. She needs that extra cock. Right, baby?”
Your chest heaves as you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ and Joel rubs his scruffy cheek, hiding a lopsided smile.
Clint sits down at your bent legs and spreads your thighs with his big hands.
“Look at her, Joel. She’s too hot not to share.”
You smile at his praise and pull your top off revealing your naked breasts, presenting yourself to the men fully.
Joel adjusts his bulge with a curse and Clint whispers ‘good girl’ before leaning closer to palm your tit, making you whimper.
“But..,” he raises his brow and turns to Joel, ”this pussy’s for eating. Not only fucking.”
Clint pushes your thighs further apart and presses his hand to your folds. He massages them with his wide palm, spreading your slick over your heated skin, and you moan loudly, relishing the pressure on your cunt.
“Fuckin hell,” Joel murmurs and turns more to the couch.
“Hotter than hell,” Clint smirks and brings his lips to your inner thigh. He slowly drags them to your centre and lightly pecks your folds, tickling you with his facial hair. You bite your lip and start kneading your breast.
“Always start slow, Joel. Little kisses here and there.”
“Jeez, I know how to give head, Clint,” Joel groans, getting up and stepping up to the couch. “I’ve seen pussy before. I jus’.. don’t do it often...”
Clint rolls his eyes and then parts your pussy lips with his fingers.
"Been missing out, man. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in this soft hole, uh?"
Joel curses under his breath, his eyes taking in everything you are giving him. Clint murmurs ‘pretty’ to your pussy, then leans down and pecks your clit, his touch feather-light. You moan and buck your hips, chasing his hot mouth, but he ignores your need and keeps persuading Joel,
"Imagine how wet she's gonna be when you make her come on your tongue a couple times. Sticking your cock in a freshly eaten pussy... shit... a life changing experience, man. I swear you won't regret it."
While Clint’s pitching pussy eating to Joel, his thick fingers are gliding up and down over your spread folds, slightly grazing your twitching bud, pouring gasoline into a bright fire in your core.
"You really want me to eat out your girlfriend, Clint? fuck her?"
"Why not," Clint shrugs and, keeping your lips parted, gives the center of your pussy an open mouth kiss. ”She deserves it.”
“Joel, please,” you whimper, need thick in your voice, and your back arches, when Clint’s tongue draws a long wet stripe between your folds.
You flutter your eyes closed, barely hearing Clint’s comments, your heart pounding in your ears.
“Hnggg… juicy little cunt. Joel, check it out.”
Joel’s looking over you, perfectly positioned to watch Clint play with you.
Clint bends down and sucks your puffy clit between his lips, then releases it with a pop and stares intently at your hole. You feel it now. They both groan when a clear drop of your slick trickles down from your clenching hole down to your asshole.
Clint looks up at Joel and smirks,
“Want a taste?”
Joel clenches his jaws as you’re watching him with hazy eyes, tiny whimpers falling from your lips again and again.
“I want you,” you admit with the sweetest tone you can manage and the man’s eyes dart from your crying cunt to your glossy eyes.
He pulls his brows and then nods.
“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Clint offers with a smile and takes you in his arms.
You bite your lower lip, failing to suppress a grin curving your lips, and squirm naked on the bed with anticipation.
“That’s what I’m talking about. The more the merrier, right, baby?”
You nod, sparkles flying out of your eyes, as you take in two hot men on the bed with you.
“Spread ‘em wider,” Joel commands, and you obediently throw your thighs apart as wide as possible, they’re lying on the bed at this point.
“That’s my girl,” Clint praises you and caresses your inner thigh with his hard knuckles.
Your skin erupts with chills when Joel slides his palm from your knee to your hip, gently, reading your reaction, making sure that you’re still on board. You very much are.
It’s the first time he’s touching you, and you shiver, looking up at him with your heart eyes, blown out and full of need.
“Bon appetite, buddy,” Clint pats Joel's shoulder, inviting him to taste his girlfriend’s cunt.
Joel takes a sharp breath and slowly leans down, torturing you with anticipation, but when he covers your whole pussy with his mouth, you gasp and moan his name, already on the brink of euphoria. He flicks his tongue over your clit and then starts making out with your cunt, languidly and sensually.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as a powerful wave of pleasure engulfs you fully.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Clint watches, gliding his hand from your mound, over your heaving belly and to your chest. While Joel’s holding your thighs open, eating you out like it’s his last meal, Clint begins kneading your breasts, pulling at your nipples, twitching them to add fire to your ecstasy.
Joel dives out of your cunt and Clint asks him with a smirk,
“So?“
Joel’s breathing is heavy, licking his lips, his eyes two black pits of lust.
“Fuckin incredible.”
“Ah! Told ya!” Clint rubs his friend’s back with a proud smile and looks into your hazy eyes. “I’d eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner, man. My baby’s delicious.”
“Thanks for sharing,” Joel mumbles and bends down again to lap at your crying hole.
“Yeah, like that,” Clint praises Joel’s skills when you moan loudly and dip your head back into the pillow.
“He’s doing good, babygirl?”
“Yeahhh, so good,” you mewl, losing your mind at how perfectly Joel’s full lips caress your folds and clit, while his hot tongue is collecting all the slick covering your beating pussy.
Joel’s lewd slurping together with your loud moans fills the room, and the electricity between the three of you hangs heavy in the air.
Clint is watching the show with his eyes dark and intent, palming his bulge, and then finally pulls his cock out.
When you see it spring out of his pants, engorged and leaking, your hand darts to it and you wrap your palm around his hot shaft.
“Nah, beautiful. Don’t worry ‘bout me, enjoy yourself.” He takes your hand off his cock and gently kisses your fingers. “He’s gonna wait for your pussy.”
He holds your hand, and leans down to give you a kiss, heady and passionate, grounding you in your overwhelming pleasure, but at the same time pushing you deeper into the pit of lust.
“Joel,” Clint calls after parting from your lips. “Wanna join you.”
Joel hums with your clit between his lips and it pushes you over the edge. You come crying, your eyes and pussy wet with euphoria, every cell of your body lighting up. The men hold you while you shake, your tits jiggling, your pussy leaking all over the sheets.
“Fuck.. what a sight,” Clint growls, running his huge palm over your trembling thighs while his other hand is gripping his cock.
“She’s beautiful.” Joel’s praise makes you smile through the hard orgasm, and when your body relaxes, you sigh happily and close your eyes.
Clint doesn’t give you any respite, though. A light slap lands on your hip and he growls,
“Need to eat this ass.”
Joel wipes your slick of his bearded chin and asks Clint,
“Can I fuck her pussy after?“
“Sure, man. You’re my best bud, what’s mine is yours.”
You giggle at Clint’s words, feeling yourself like a fuck doll and loving every second of it.
“‘k..,” Joel nods, “Let’s make her come again and then fuck her sloppy hole. If you don’t mind,” he turns to you and you purr,
“Never.”
Clint smiles and kneels on the floor. They manhandle your body so your ass is hanging off the bed and then Joel orders,
“Bend your knees, yeah, like this.” He lifts your legs and presses your knees to your sides, fully exposing your pussy and asshole to their obsidian eyes.
“Damn,” Joel groans when Clint glides his thumb over your tight ring which contracts at his touch, already soaked with your pussy juices.
Your boyfriend starts first.
He positions your ass at his face, holding your hips with his hands and presses his flat tongue to your asshole. You jerk and whimper, already in seventh heaven.
“Oh my god,” you moan and clasp Clint’s hair. He starts eating your ass, slurping shamelessly, drinking your moans and your pussy nectar, while Joel is kissing your inner thigh.
Your eyes meet and he gives you a warm smile, “Doin good, sweetheart.” Joel brings his hand to your face and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing your heated skin and you purr at his touch, reveling in his warmth, trembling from every lap of Clint’s tongue against your asshole.
You choke on a moan when Joel leans down to your spread pussy and begins rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue.
Your skin erupts in goosebumps, your thighs start trembling. You run your fingers through Joel’s greying curls and feel tears slide down to your temples when Joel’s tongue finds your entrance and he begins fucking your pussy.
These hot men between your legs, their big hands on you, their mouths devouring your holes— the sight alone can make you come but you fall apart from a shuttering orgasm when Clint pushes his tongue into your asshole and starts fucking you with his hot muscle just like Joel is fucking your pussy hole.
You explode with a loud cry, spraying your juices against Joel’s lips and chin, and he drinks everything he can get, and what escapes his mouth trickles down to your ass where Clint eagerly laps it off your heated skin.
They fuck you all night. Drunk on the unending orgasms, you don’t understand who’s between your thighs, whose cum is spilling into your stretched pussy, but you take each dick happily. They shower you with praise, suck on your puffy nipples, drag their hot hard cocks over your skin before sticking them in your hole again and again.
When your pussy gets filled to the brim, Clint fucks your ass, while Joel watches and jerks off, and then squirts his cum on your hickey-covered tits. Clint licks it off later with Joel’s dick buried deep in your overflowing cunt.
The night is a blur of lust, moans and bodily fluids. The room smells of sweat and sex and you take full lungs of the heady scent before falling asleep.
Early in the morning someone fucks your used pussy again, you have no clue who, and orgasm, dreaming of them both.
When you wake up, you make breakfast for the men, still dripping their loads, your thighs slippery and sticky. They eat and chat, smiling at you from time to time.
Joel’s eyes find yours again and again, they stick to your lips, your neck, your legs, reigniting a fire inside you. Seeing you chewing on your lip and squirming in your chair, Clint pulls you into his lap and kisses you.
At the door before leaving Joel gives you a tight hug and pecks your cheek.
“Thank you for the night, sweetheart.”
You’re leaning against the doorframe, watching him walk to his truck.
“Game on Saturday, Joel. Don’t forget”, Clint shouts to his friend.
Before getting in the car, Joel looks you up and down with his dark eyes and gives you a wink.
“Won’t miss it for the world.”
Clint pulls you in his arms and you smile like a happy cat. You can’t wait for Saturday to come.
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Summary: Joel was a bad man. Perverted, dirty-minded, and old. He couldn’t keep you out of his thoughts no matter how hard he tried. You were the new neighbor across the way, though he’d made sure you’d never spoken. He kept his distance, kept to himself. Until Dina nearly dragged you into his dining area, forcing you to sit with him as he averted his gaze. And just like that, she got up and left—leaving you to whatever quiet little plan she'd already set in motion.
|| smut MDNI 18+, peepaw!joel, oldman!joel, big ol' girthy age gap (not specified but LEGAL), soft!joel, the man's obsessed, perv!joel, daddy kink, pinv, f!receiving oral, masturbation, << joel watches you, joel mentions reader's body is 'little' but only because he's a big boy, big dick joel miller, idk what else to put here, this fic lives in a world where creampies ≠ pregnancy, this takes place *before Ellie & Dina get together ||
a/n: couldn't stop thinking about this all damn night. Ok he’s actually an angel but THINKS he’s a bad man
Just focus on the wires, Miller. The wires.
But the zap bit into his fingers the second he looked, eyes drifting up just for a moment, out the window and onto you.
You were kneeling in the garden bed along the edge of the street by your house, wrist-deep in dark soil, the late-spring sunlight gilding your skin like something out of a goddamn dream. Your shirt had ridden up your back as you reached forward, and he caught the bare curve of your spine, the subtle arch of it with every shift of your hips.
He hissed quietly at the sting in his palm, jerking his hand back from the breaker.
He was supposed to be working. Minding his own business. In his own house. At his own dining table. Just tinkering. That was all.
Wasn’t his fault the window faced the street. Wasn’t his fault you were outside in cutoff shorts and a t-shirt, sleeves shoved up as you planted an unruly bramble of something in the dirt.
God bless late spring, he thought. Then immediately cursed himself for it, trying in vain to look away. But you stretched your arms over your head, back arching. Your shirt lifted with the motion, a sliver of skin flashing above your waistband before falling back down.
He blinked, hard, and dropped his head.
The wires. Focus on the wires.
The breaker sat in his palm, cold and sharp-edged. He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up his nose, trying to reorient himself with the tangled mass of copper and springs he was meant to be working on. His pliers hovered over the rusted coil, but his mind had already betrayed him.
The air inside felt too still. Dust floated through shafts of sunlight that slanted across the kitchen floorboards. A breeze fluttered the thin curtain over the sink. Somewhere outside, a bird chirped. A dog barked. Life, irritatingly, continued.
Then he heard voices. Loud enough to pull him from his head. He looked up.
Dina was out there now, talking to you, animated as ever. You frowned at something she said, then shook your head. He didn’t know why that made his chest ache, but it did.
He wanted to know what she’d asked. Wanted to know what you needed. If you asked, he’d do it. Build it, fix it, find it. He’d do it with no hesitation.
But asking meant talking. Talking meant being near. And Joel didn’t allow himself that kind of luxury with you.
Because if you saw him— really saw him—you’d see right through the practiced nods and gravel-toned grunts. You’d see the way his eyes trailed a second too long, the way his jaw clenched when you laughed at someone else’s joke. You’d catch the heat of it. The filth of it.
And you’d run.
He wouldn’t blame you.
But God, he wasn’t sure he could take it if you did.
And yet… if you hated him, at least you’d be thinking about him.
As he stared out the window, Dina suddenly gestured toward his house, thumb hooked over her shoulder. Then your eyes followed. You looked right at his place. And shrugged.
Shrugged.
He had to sit back for a second, stunned. What the hell did that mean? Were you talking about him? Dina was, clearly. But you…were you indifferent? Unbothered? That hollow thud behind his ribs wasn’t from a breaker.
He told himself he didn’t care. He tried. But then she was dragging you to your feet.
No.
You resisted at first. Body language stiff, reluctant. But Dina…Dina was not the kind of girl to take no for an answer. Joel knew it well, she was Ellie’s closest friend, after all. And now she was dragging you up his walkway.
“Joel?” Dina called out, knocking.
He scrambled to look busy, heart pounding, thoughts buzzing like flies.
“Yeah,” he called, low and even. “Come in.”
The front door creaked open in the corner of his eye, the sound of footsteps soft and careful as they moved closer. And then your legs came into view. Long, bare, sun-warmed. He had to force himself not to look higher, not to follow the shape of you all the way up to that sweet little body wrapped in tiny shorts and a thin tee, practically begging to be devoured.
The wires, Miller.
“Hey,” Dina said cheerfully.
“Howdy,” Joel replied, short and clipped.
“What’re you working on?” she asked, plopping into the chair beside him.
He kept his tone casual. “Old breaker. They were gonna toss it, but it’s just a spring issue.”
She leaned over the table, inspecting it. “Teach me?”
He grunted in what he hoped passed as agreement. Felt the chair next to her shift. Felt your hesitation fill every inch of the room.
There was a beat, some hushed whispers of Dina urging you again, but Joel still kept his eyes down.
Then the chair across from him scraped, and you sat. Tension spiked in his chest.
“Joel,” Dina said sweetly, “have you met my new best friend?”
Joel lifted his head just enough to look at her. “Thought Ellie was your best friend.”
“She’s in the Hall of Fame. But this one—” she beamed at you “—makes the best apple pie in Jackson.”
“I know.”
Ah, shit. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
You gasped. A soft little breath that made his stomach twist. He still didn’t look at you, but now he could picture it perfectly. The way your lips parted. The way your eyebrows probably lifted.
He wasn’t supposed to know.
You’d left it for him on a rainy afternoon. Knocked once, maybe twice, then stood there for a minute like you were trying to decide if you should wait. But when he didn’t answer—couldn’t answer—you turned and walked away, your footsteps soft against the damp porch.
He’d seen you enough around town, neighbors fawning over your story, your smile, your damn cooking. He didn’t want any part of it. Didn’t want to be another man pulled into your orbit just because you were sweet and sunny and made people feel something.
He told himself he wouldn’t touch it. But later, when the sky had gone pink and the house was quiet, he peeled back the foil, took one bite, and almost dropped to his knees.
It was perfect.
The kind of taste that sent him spiraling back through decades. Holidays at his grandmother’s house. His little hands and floured countertops and the sound of laughter he hadn’t heard in years.
He tried to hate it. Hate you for making it.
But Joel Miller was a lot of things. Stubborn, angry, mean when he had to be.
He was not strong enough to hate you.
Not even close.
Dina leaned over the table, elbows planted, chin in hand. “So listen,” she said, flicking a glance toward you before turning back to Joel. “Ellie told me you’ve been fixing up old stuff again. Thought maybe you could take a look at my space heater—it’s making this really weird buzzing sound, and I’m ninety percent sure it’s not supposed to smell like burnt popcorn.”
“What you need that thing for now? S’warm out now,” he grumbled over to her.
Dina’s brow furrowed at him, “My place is freezing!”
Joel rolled his eyes, grunting, eyes back on the breaker. “Probably just dust. I can swing by later.”
“Sweet,” she said, clapping her hands once. “I told Ellie you’d say yes.”
You shifted in your seat, fingers fidgeting in your lap. Joel could see it in the corner of his eye, the way you didn’t quite know where to look. Your gaze darted from the breaker to the worn tabletop to the window. You didn’t want to be here.
Dina, ever the social architect, didn’t miss a beat. “Anyway,” she said, standing suddenly and brushing her hands down her jeans, “I’m gonna run back and check on Ellie. She’s making me a cassette tape in the garage.
You looked up, surprised. “Wait, I thought we were gonna—”
She cut you off with a little wave of her fingers. “You’re fine. Stay. Learn how to fix shit. Or don’t. Flirt awkwardly. Whatever works.”
Joel finally looked up at that, shooting her a warning glare, but she just grinned and backed toward the door.
“Thanks, Joel. You’re the best,” she said sweetly. Then, turning her back to him, shot you a wink.
And just like that, she was gone.
The front door clicked shut behind her, and silence fell over the house again.
Thick as syrup.
You cleared your throat softly, the sound barely audible over the ticking wall clock and the quiet hum of the fan. Outside, the breeze rustled through the garden beds, and you could still hear the soft creak of Dina’s boots fading down the porch.
Joel didn’t move right away. Just let the silence stretch, long and taut, like a wire about to snap.
Then he finally exhaled, “She can be a bit…”
Your eyes lifted to his face, and he had to remind himself to hold your gaze. Don’t be impolite. Don’t be a scrooge. So he looked up a you.
“Yeah,” you exhaled, lips quirking at the sides.
“Didn’t have to stay,” he said, voice low as he looked back at his hands and quickly busying them, placing in a spring to the small breaker.
“I know…” you said, hesitating, and then, sitting straighter, you added, “Actually, I was gonna ask you…think somethin’s wrong with my water heater.”
His gaze snapped up.
Anything you needed.
He’d do it.
Fix it, build it, find it.
“Been a few days now,” you continued, rushing the words under his stare. “Water’s comin’ out freezin’, and the pressure’s been real weak. Can you come look at it for me?”
Joel paused, the breaker in his hand feeling like a hundred pounds.
Don’t, Miller. He told himself. But his mind, his imagination, the unhelpful bastard that it was, already lept at the thought.
You, naked under a stream of frigid water. Shivering. Nipples tight from the cold. Your fingers rubbing at your arms, slick and bare and goose-pimpled. Hair heavy, dripping, clinging to your collarbones. That soft little sound you might make when the water hit.
He swallowed hard, fighting the flush rising under his collar. He couldn’t have you suffering like that. No man in his right mind would leave you to freeze in your own house.
“Yeah,” he said, voice catching. He cleared his throat, shifted in his seat. “Yeah. Sure.”
“How’s tomorrow?”
Joel nodded, quick and clipped. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he wasn’t already planning it out down to the damn hour. He’d come by early. First thing. Get it done and gone before he did something stupid like linger.
But early meant sleepwear. Meant you might answer the door in those tiny shorts he pretended not to notice through his window.
Afternoon, then.
That’d be safer.
“Just, uh,” he said awkwardly, fingers twitching around the pliers. “Maybe don’t be there when I show up.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
His eyes flicked up to yours, brief and sharp, “In the shower.”
“Oh,” you said quickly, “Right. No—of course. Definitely not.”
But his ears burned. And no matter how hard he tried, the image came back anyway.
You. Cold. Naked. Wet.
He was so fucked.
Joel felt sick to his stomach just crossing the street.
Would you know?
Could you tell he’d spent the whole damn night lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, your tight little body haunting every inch of his imagination as he tugged at his fist beneath the covers?
He felt filthy. Perverted.
Bad.
He was a bad man, and worse, he knew it.
He probably didn’t need that second cup of coffee that morning—his limbs jittery, his hand aching as he lifted the old metal toolbox from the shed beside Ellie’s garage. His knees popped as he straightened, the ache behind his eyes a dull throb. He was too old for this.
Too old to be thinking about you like this til all hours of the night. Like some teenage, horned-up fool.
Still, he made his way over, the weight of the box not half as heavy as the tension in his chest. At his feet, the little garden bed was already blooming—blackberry bushes nestled in the soil and climbing your freshly painted fence. They suited the house. Suited you. Sweet, wild, a little thorny. He wondered what you planned to do with them. Jam, maybe. Pie, if he was lucky. If he was ever lucky again.
He doubted he’d get the chance, not after today.
Not with the thoughts scrambling around in his head, sharp and dirty and desperate to spill out.
He knocked once with his knuckles, quiet, almost hoping you wouldn’t hear.
Maybe you were out—off at the community garden, like he’d seen you some mornings with a basket slung over your arm. Or off sweet-talking the horses, sneaking carrots to your favorites. Maybe you forgot.
But no such luck. The door opened.
“Joel,” you breathed, eyes widening like you hadn’t expected him to actually show. The sound of your voice—saying his name for the first time—ripped something open in his chest.
Say it again, he wanted to beg. Please. Just once more, so I can keep it locked away. So I can die with it in my memory.
You smiled, a little sheepish.
He didn’t smile back. Just kept his brow furrowed, his expression hard. He couldn’t afford to let you get close. Couldn’t let you mistake him for someone safe.
“Hi,” he nodded, voice low.
You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Uh, my shower’s just… in here—”
“Need to take a look at the water heater first,” he cut in.
“Oh,” you blinked, hands still gripping the door and its frame. “Right…”
“Can I come in?” he added, one brow raised. A flicker of something like amusement in his voice. Maybe you were just as nervous as he was.
“Course,” you said quickly, stepping aside. “Please.”
He stepped inside.
Into your world.
It smelled like cinnamon. Like apples and woodsmoke and something fresh baked—though he saw no tray of anything waiting on the counter. Just your scent, clinging to the walls. Like you lived here completely. Like you’d settled in, made it your own.
Of course you had.
Fresh flowers sat in a mason jar on the table. Little framed paintings dotted the walls—ones he recognized from the barter-and-trade shop, and a few of horses that made his chest ache. One in particular, just a lone cowboy on a mountainside, was his personal favorite.
“The uh… water heater’s down in the basement,” you said, already walking toward the narrow door at the back of the kitchen.
Joel followed, but when you stayed behind, hovering uncertainly near the top of the stairs, he didn’t protest. It was better that way. He needed to get himself under control.
He ducked into the dark, found the breaker box, and the old water heater behind it. It didn’t take long to spot the issue.
The main switch was off.
Just… flipped off. No blown fuse. No leak. No damage.
He stared at it, confused. Then narrowed his eyes.
No.
No, no, no. That wasn’t right.
Had someone messed with it? Played a prank? Messed with you?
But he’d never seen anyone else go in or out of this house. You lived alone. He was sure of it. Which left only one possibility.
His pulse thumped in his ears.
He flipped the switch. Waited for the hum. Then made his way back upstairs, each step landing heavy beneath his boots.
“You should be all good now,” he said as he reemerged.
“Yeah?” you asked, arms crossed loosely over your chest. “That easy, huh?”
“That easy,” he nodded.
Easy. To get him here. To get him to look. To fix it.
Fix it, build it, find it. He was your man. He wanted to be your man.
“Well,” you said, fidgeting, “you sure you don’t need to check it upstairs?”
Joel moved to the sink instead, turned the handle all the way to hot, and waited. Within seconds, steam curled up from the basin. He held his hand under it, felt the sharp bite of heat.
“Good to go,” he said, glancing at you. He wondered if he would’ve noticed it before, but this time he was certain. You turned a little pink under his gaze, pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Oh,” you murmured. “Good.”
He nodded. “Yup.”
But he didn’t move. Didn’t turn to leave.
He didn’t want to.
Not now that he knew, by some cataclysmic star crossed miracle, you’d brought him here on purpose. That you’d wanted him here. But he wasn’t sure what that meant. What he was supposed to do with it.
Still, you let him make his way to the door. Sweet as anything, practically shoving cookies into his hands as thanks.
He refused, hands up in surrender as he backed toward the entryway.
“Really,” he said, voice lighter now, accent thicker as he let his shoulders relax, “I’m fine, darlin’, please. Just—” his hand found the doorknob, “Just let me know if there’s anythin’ else you need. You just holler, alright?”
You smiled, soft and a little playful. “Alright. Well… thank you.”
But, somehow, your water heater broke again only a few days later.
Then the lights went out in your second bedroom.
And then— his last and final strike—the curtain rod came crashing down from your bedroom window on a Saturday morning.
Joel stood on a small foot ladder beside your bed, boots braced on the tread, hand wrapped around the curtain rod bracket as he tightened the last screw into the wall. The hardware clinked softly against the metal as he adjusted the fit. You sat on the edge of the bed behind him, legs swinging, talking about something—weather, or the community garden, or a dog you’d seen with a lopsided face. He wasn’t really listening.
Not in a rude way. He just liked the sound of your voice more than whatever it was you were actually saying.
He hummed now and then, nodding at the right moments, letting you fill the space. It helped. Gave him something to focus on besides the fact that he was in your bedroom, that even your curtains smelled like you. That your nightstand had a little dish with jewelry in it and a book with a pressed flower between the pages. That your closet door was cracked just enough to show a glimpse of your laundry basket, and his brain, the traitorous thing, kept wondering what might be folded inside.
He exhaled slowly through his nose and gave the bracket one last twist.
“You sure must’ve worked real hard to get this damn thing off the wall,” he said, voice low.
Your words stopped mid-sentence.
He turned his head, just enough to catch the look on your face.
Eyes wide. Mouth parted. Silent.
Caught.
The silence stretched between you like something taut and dangerous.
Joel straightened up slowly, the curtain rod still in his hand, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You gonna tell me what that was about?” he asked, voice gentler than it should’ve been. “Or should I just assume you wanted me back over here so bad, you started pullin’ things off your walls?”
“I—” you choked, voice barely above a whisper, the color draining from your face as the words stuck in your throat.
Joel caught the way your fingers curled against the bedsheet, how your knees shifted slightly, like you might bolt. And God, part of him wanted you to. Part of him needed you to.
But the other part, the selfish part, couldn’t bear the thought.
“S’alright, darlin’,” he said softly. “I like your company too.”
Your eyes lifted to his, wide and searching.
“You… you do?” you asked, like you didn’t believe it. Like no part of you had expected it to be true.
Joel nodded, slow. “Yeah.” The word came out tight. It took effort, like he had to shove it past all the reasons why he shouldn’t say it.
You stared at him, stunned and unmoving. He stood still for a long beat, then finally stepped down from his stool. The floor creaked under his weight as he crossed to your bed, each step slower than the last. He moved slower than he really needed to, but it kept him steady, until he finally sat beside you.
Not too close, not touching you, but he could feel the heat of you anyway. He caught the faint trace of your perfume, something soft and warm and inviting, and it nearly knocked him out. He wanted to breathe it in until it lived in his lungs. He wanted it to cling to his shirt, to the collar of his flannel, so he could press his face into it later—alone in the dark—like that might be enough.
Or better, that filthy corner of his brain, the beast that lived inside him wanted you to smell like him. Wanted it clinging to your sheets, your wrists, the hollow of your throat. Wanted people to catch it in passing and wonder why you’d let a man like him get that close.
But he wouldn’t. He was trying to be good, to have restraint.
His hands stayed on his knees, tense, knuckles pale where they pulled against the denim. This was your room, so soft and warm and clean. The kind of place he could get lost in if he wasn’t careful.
“Ain’t a good idea, what you’re doin’,” he murmured, “I’m an old man, honey.”
Your eyes tracked over his face as he looked at you, “I like that you’re older, Joel.”
He shut his eyes for a moment, jaw flexing. Christ. You didn’t know what you were saying.
“I’m old enough to be your daddy, baby,” he whispered. The words came out rougher than he intended.
He heard the way your breath caught. Saw the way your body stilled. Like something inside you had jolted awake.
He should’ve looked away.
Instead, his gaze found yours as he swallowed dryly. When he finally got control of his heavy tongue again, he asked, “That do somethin’ to you, sweetheart?”
You didn’t speak. But the answer was all over your face.
Joel exhaled slowly, leaning back just enough to get a better look at you. Still not touching, but close enough to see the flush rise in your cheeks.
“Gonna answer me?” he asked.
Your voice trembled. “Y-yes.”
His brow lifted slightly.
“Yes, I like… thinking of you that way.”
His stomach turned over. “You think about me, huh?”
You hesitated, lips parting, and for a second he thought maybe you’d lie.
Then your voice hit him square in the chest.
“All the time.”
Joel went still. Your words rang in his head, loud and clear. Like a bell tolling inside his ribs.
Now he knew. You wanted him. You thought about him the same way he thought about you. And if he so much as reached for you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.
So instead, he just looked at you. He let his eyes rake over your face, your body, looking at how your thighs had pressed together. How your breathing had changed. How your fingers twisted in the fabric of your shirt like you didn’t know what to do with your hands now that the words were out.
And then, his voice came low and steady, like it was coming from somewhere deeper than his own body, “Show me.”
Your brows drew together in confusion, your mouth falling open. “What?”
His eyes locked with yours, and he knew you could see it. The way his pupils had all but swallowed the color from his irises, how tightly he was clinging to the last scrap of control he had left. He could feel the sweat at the back of his neck, the pulse in his throat, the ache in his hands from how hard he was trying not to reach for you. Not to ruin you.
He couldn’t let himself slip. Couldn’t let it crack wide open.
“When you think of me,” he said, quieter now, words coming like gravel dragged behind his teeth, “what do you do?”
You looked away for a second, your gaze dropping to the bed beneath you, cheeks heated and mouth parting like you didn’t know how to answer. But then your eyes found his again—wide and shining, nervous and breathless.
“You want me to… to show you?”
He didn’t speak. Just nodded slowly.
That was all he needed. Just to watch. That was the line. That was what he could live with. He wouldn’t touch you. Wouldn’t lay a single hand on your sweet, perfect, young body. He’d sit still like a good man, like a gentleman, and let it wreck him quietly. He’d carry the memory of it back across the street like a loaded gun and bury it deep where no one would ever find it.
You hesitated, breath shivering, legs pressing together as you sat there, body unsure while your eyes held his like they were searching for something—permission, safety, the truth of how far this would go.
“S’alright,” he said again, his voice soft like velvet, “Just lay back.”
He saw your throat bob, and then, slowly, you leaned back onto your elbows, shifting further onto the bed. The mattress dipped with your weight, the sound of your shorts brushing the sheets too loud in the stillness. He swallowed hard as you arched your back just enough to hook your thumbs in the waistband of those tiny, soft little shorts, sliding them down your hips, exposing the smooth skin beneath inch by inch.
“Slow–” he said, voice rough and wrecked. You paused, and nodded, eyes never leaving his face as you gently brought them down your legs. Your hand quickly and gently let them fall to the floor.
And there you were.
Laid down on your own bed, your legs bending slightly, thighs pressed together, hiding yourself from his fiery gaze. Joel’s knuckles popped with restraint to keep himself from spreading them for himself.
He tried to keep his eyes on your face, so sweet and flushed and burning with heat. You let out a breath, seemingly collecting your courage as you let your thighs fall to the sides. He couldn’t do it anymore, his eyes dropped almost immediately, giving in. Your precious puffy lips were outlined in the panties, light colored enough that he could see the stain of wetness forming in the cotton.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Your fingers slid slowly down your stomach, over your panties, pressing lightly between your thighs.
Joel’s lungs locked. His jaw ticked. Every muscle in his body coiled tight as wire.
This is all I get, he told himself. This is enough.
He could feel his pulse hammering behind his eyes. His jeans were too tight, his hands were trembling, and he hadn’t even touched you.
You moved your fingers again, slower this time, dragging them up and over the damp fabric, letting out the softest sound—barely audible, but to Joel it was deafening. It struck him in the chest like a damn hammer.
He was going to die here. He was going to die right here in your bedroom with his boots on the floor and you moaning into your own palm, and he was going to deserve every second of torture.
You didn’t rush.
Joel thought maybe that would save him. That you’d move fast, try to get it over with. But you didn’t. You took your time. You let your fingers glide softly over the front of your underwear, lazy strokes that did more to him than anything explicit could have. Your thighs shifted, knees bending up and falling open a little wider, and Joel could see the heat of you blooming beneath the thin cotton, darkening it, making it cling.
He had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, just to breathe. Just to stay sitting where he was and not reach for you, not grab your hips and tear those panties clean off your body. When he opened them again, you were watching him. Watching the way he breathed through his nose, the way his fists stayed locked tight on his legs, the way his gaze kept dropping down no matter how hard he tried to fight it.
You circled yourself again, slower now, the fabric catching slightly, and your breath caught in your throat. Joel’s heart was pounding so hard he thought you must hear it from where you lay.
His voice came out low, nearly wrecked. “Take ’em off.”
You paused, fingers freezing for a moment, your expression flickering with nerves and something else—excitement, anticipation, the realization that this wasn’t just about putting on a show. This was about him needing it. Needing you.
You slid your thumbs under the waistband and raised your hips off the mattress. He watched, helpless, as you peeled them down your legs—slow, hesitant, like maybe you were savoring the tension just as much as he was—and let them join your shorts on the floor.
Laid bare in front of him, thighs parted, glistening, flushed, and so fucking soft-looking it almost hurt to look directly at you, you looked like a god damn angel. Joel swore under his breath and dragged a hand over his mouth again, like it might erase the things he was thinking. It didn’t.
His voice cracked when he spoke. “Touch yourself.”
You nodded, barely, and your hand slipped down again. But this time, there was no fabric in the way. Joel watched your fingers move over your folds, the way your hips tilted up to meet them. He could see everything now, every flicker of pleasure across your face, every little tremble in your legs. When you let out that first real moan—low and quiet, almost like you were trying to stifle it—Joel’s body jolted like he’d been shot.
“Jesus, baby,” he whispered, his voice nearly breaking.
You rubbed slow, steady, getting yourself wet, and his eyes dropped to where your hand moved, slick and glistening, and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek.
But it wasn’t enough. Not for him. Not for what he wanted to see.
“Put a finger inside,” he said, and it came out lower than he meant it to—rough, almost angry with need.
You looked at him, lips parted, lashes heavy. “Joel…”
“Do it,” he rasped. “Just one, baby. That’s all.”
You hesitated, breath shaking. Then you did it. You brought your fingers lower, traced the slickness, and pushed one inside—slow, stretching, burying it to the knuckle—and Joel’s hands finally left his knees, flying up to rake through his hair as he groaned quietly.
He couldn’t fucking take it.
And neither could you.
Your back arched, mouth falling open with a quiet gasp—daddy—as you moved your finger in and out, your palm pressing down against your clit for more friction. Joel couldn’t even pretend to look away now. He was locked in, watching the way your body responded, the way you started to tremble.
And then he heard your voice again. Small, breathy. Needy.
“Please.”
Joel’s heart stuttered.
“Please, Joel,” you said again, whimpering now, your eyes shining, mouth wet, hips starting to lose their rhythm. “I don’t… I can’t… I need you.”
He clenched his jaw so tight it ached, his whole body bowstring-tense as he leaned forward just slightly, elbows on his thighs, fists clenched again, because if he moved even a little further he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Don’t do this,” he whispered. “Don’t beg me, baby. I can’t—”
But you did. You begged anyway.
“Please touch me,” you said, breathless, desperate, your hand moving faster now, legs trembling under the pressure building in your body. “I want you, Joel. I think about you all the time, and I—fuck—I want it to be you.”
He shook his head again, slower this time, like he was trying to convince himself more than you. But then your leg moved—bare and trembling—and your ankle brushed against the back of his hand where it still rested uselessly on the bed.
And that was it.
That one small touch, like permission and invitation all wrapped into one. He didn’t think. Couldn’t. His fingers wrapped gently around your ankle, warm and steady, and for a second he just held it. The first time he’d touched you. The first contact after all this time spent trying to keep himself in check.
You whimpered under the weight of his touch, a soft, aching sound that nearly unraveled him. His thumb traced a slow, reverent circle against your skin, and his heart beat so hard it was nearly dizzying.
So soft. So warm. So alive.
He bent forward without a word, still clutching your ankle, and pressed a kiss to the inside of it. The smallest kiss. Barely even a breath. But it was everything.
His lips moved again—just a little higher.
Then higher still.
Trailing up your calf, slow and worshipful, his hand shifting to the back of your leg, guiding it gently as your thigh began to tremble. You were still breathing hard, hand stalled now, frozen against your center as you watched him.
He pressed another kiss to the inside of your knee. Then just above it. Each one a little firmer than the last, like he was testing the shape of you with his mouth.
And then, eyes locked on your hand still buried between your legs, he grasped your wrist gently, his touch reverent but sure. He pulled your finger from yourself and brought your hand to his mouth and looked at you like he was asking permission, even now, even on the edge of ruin.
You didn’t stop him.
So he parted his lips and took your finger into his mouth.
His tongue circled it first, slow and wet, curling around the soaked digit, savoring the taste of you, dragging it over the pad with aching, deliberate pressure. He sucked it in deeper, lips wrapping tight as his tongue moved along the underside. You watched, frozen in intense rapture, mouth parted and chest heaving. His eyes never left your face, even as he groaned low in his throat, eyes fluttering half shut.
You whimpered his name again—breathless, high, barely held together.
He let your finger go with a wet sound, still panting, his voice hoarse and ruined when he finally spoke.
“So fuckin’ sweet, baby.”
You whimpered his name again, breath catching as he released your hand and kissed higher on your leg, faster now, the heat of his mouth so close to where you wanted him. He nudged your thighs further apart with gentle pressure, his hands firm but trembling slightly as they moved up the backs of your legs, his thumbs dragging over the delicate curve of your inner thighs.
He paused just before reaching you. Breathing heavy. Hovering.
“This is what you wanted?” he asked, barely a whisper. “You want me here?”
“Yes,” you breathed, already breathless, already gone. “Please, Joel.”
That was all he needed.
He dipped his head and finally—finally—dragged his mouth over you, slow and sure, tasting you like he’d been starving for it. His tongue parted you, flat and warm, collecting everything you’d made for him. He moaned low against you, the sound vibrating through your whole body, and his hands tightened on your thighs, holding you open like you were something sacred.
And God, you were.
Joel wasn’t delicate with it. But he was steady, focused. Slow only because he wanted to draw it out. He licked a purposeful stripe up your center, then did it again, dragging his tongue in slow circles over your clit until your back arched off the mattress.
You gasped, hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting into the graying strands.
Daddy daddy daddy fell from your lips like a prayer, and he groaned into you, tongue pressing deeper, tracing the way you opened for him. He noticed you said it the most when you were falling apart. When your brain was lagging and hazy.
And couldn’t stop thinking—this is what you taste like when you think of me.
He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, just once, firm and slow, and your legs clenched around his shoulders as a broken sound tore from your throat.
He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, beard soaked with you.
“You’re killin’ me, baby,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thigh again, slower now, lips softer. “You don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me.”
You begged again—don’t stop, please don’t stop—and he didn’t. He buried his mouth back between your legs and gave you everything. He wanted you to come on his tongue. Wanted to feel it. The way your body would tighten, the way your thighs would tremble, the way your breath would stutter in that pretty chest of yours before falling apart completely.
He was going to carry the sound of it for the rest of his life.
And still—he didn’t touch himself. Didn’t grind against the bed or reach for relief. This was for you. All of it.
If he could only have this, this taste, this sound, this moment, he’d take it.
And he’d burn for it later.
Joel’s tongue moved with steady, reverent purpose, his mouth open and hungry against you, like this was the only way he knew how to live anymore, by giving you this. His hands stayed firm, keeping your legs open, thumbs brushing softly against your trembling thighs, grounding you even as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge.
You were panting now, moaning freely, head thrown back against the pillow, your fingers tangled in his hair, his name falling from your mouth like it was the only one you’d ever known. He could feel the way your body was coiling, tightening, the way your hips were starting to stutter beneath him, like you were trying to chase that last bit of pressure before it ripped through you.
He sucked gently around your clit again, tongue flicking against it just right, and that was all it took.
You broke.
Your whole body arched, legs tightening around his shoulders, a sharp cry punching from your chest as you came hard against his mouth, your fingers fisting in his hair, holding him there while you rode it out. Joel groaned low in his throat, the sound dark and satisfied, almost possessive as he kept licking through it, gentle now, working you down slowly, coaxing every last tremble from you with his mouth still warm and wet against your skin.
He felt it, all of it. The way your muscles fluttered and clenched, the way your hands shook where they gripped him, the way your breath hitched as you tried to come back to earth.
And still, he didn’t stop touching you. Not yet. His lips moved lower, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, your hips, the crease where leg met pelvis, like he couldn’t stop worshipping you now that he’d started. His beard was damp with you, his mouth swollen, his hands still gentle where they rested at your hips.
But then your hands shifted.
You grabbed the front of his shirt, your fingers curling tight in the collar, and tugged.
“Joel,” you gasped, voice high and breathless, chest heaving as your eyes found his, wild and wanting, “Please.”
He lifted his head, eyes glazed, lips shining, chest rising and falling with every labored breath. “What, baby?” he rasped, even though he already knew. Even though his own body was screaming with the need he’d been trying to bury.
You pulled again, harder this time, dragging him up your body with shaking hands, your mouth still parted, your skin flushed and damp.
“Please,” you whispered, again and again, like you were unraveling, like the word was all you had left, “please, Joel… please, I need you…”
Your legs parted wider beneath him, your hips rising, searching, the fabric of his jeans rough between your thighs as he braced himself over you.
“I can’t—I can’t wait anymore,” you whispered, nails digging into his shoulders as you pulled him closer, your voice shaking. “Please—I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Joel. Please.”
And who was he to deny you?
Hadn’t he said it himself?
Anything you needed. Anything you wanted. He’d be the man for you.
He'd said the words and meant them. Even if they were only in his head, he meant them down to the marrow in his bones. And now, here you were, laid out beneath him, skin flushed, lips parted, pupils wide and pleading as you begged for him. Begged with your hands, your voice, your whole trembling body. And something inside Joel cracked so deep it felt like it might never close again.
He couldn’t stop himself.
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue slipping past your lips so you could taste yourself on him. It was filthy, intimate, perfect. He should’ve been ashamed of how much he needed it, how tender it felt even with the heat still thrumming through him.
He’d always thought that stuff was bullshit—the way books and movies and every sappy romance insisted sparks flew when two people kissed. That it meant something. That it could change you.
But this… this was something else entirely.
This was fire and gravity and truth all wrapped into one aching, perfect moment.
And for a moment, Joel believed every goddamn word.
His hands fumbled with his waistband as his tongue explored your mouth, your sweet cooing noises filling his ears, your breath soft and sweet as honey as you gasped against him. The sound of his belt unbuckling and zipper lowering filled the room, sharp and electric. Finally, he wrapped his hand around himself, freeing his cock as it sprang free, tender, aching, and flushed dark and thick with need. He swore under his breath as the air hit him, the head already leaking for you.
The idea of being a good man was long gone now. Left back on the floor with his restraint, his better judgment, his self-control. All that was left was you. Your scent, your skin, the desperate way you reached for him like you couldn’t bear another second of distance. Your gasp hit his mouth like a spark to gasoline. You moaned into him, hips lifting, thighs spreading wider around his waist as he rocked forward, lining himself up, his cock dragging through your slick folds.
He groaned deep in his chest, the weight of your heat soaking him instantly, the wet glide of your cunt against the underside of him making his whole body jolt.
And then you whimpered.
Joel pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips.
“I know, honey,” he cooed, his voice low and sweet, like a lullaby wrapped in filth. “I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. You can, baby. I know you can.”
He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your throat, his hands cradling your face like you were something precious even as his cock pressed closer, sliding lower with each slow grind.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered, barely able to breathe it out. “Knew you’d be so good, so sweet. Just let me in, honey.”
You whimpered, needy and breaking, and he slid forward again, this time pushing the head of his cock inside, slow and careful, watching every flicker of sensation cross your face. You were so warm. So tight. Your walls clenched around him instantly and his head dropped to your shoulder with a strangled groan.
“Jesus Christ,” he choked, his voice barely holding. “You feel so fuckin’ good, angel.”
You clung to him, arms around his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until you were gasping, trembling, completely filled.
Daddy. It was like a siren’s call from your lips.
Joel didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, buried to the hilt, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut as he fought the urge to lose himself too fast.
“Fuck,” he murmured against your skin. “You take me so good. So perfect for me.”
And then, finally, he moved.
Slow at first. Measured. Deep, rolling thrusts that pulled back just far enough to make you whimper before he pushed forward again, thick and steady, dragging every inch through your soaked, desperate cunt. He kissed your shoulder as he rocked into you, his voice hot in your ear.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You’re doin’ so good.”
You were breathless beneath him, hips lifting to meet every stroke, your nails digging into his back, your mouth pressed against his neck as you moaned and gasped and whispered his name like a prayer.
Joel was unraveling with every sound you made, every pulse of your body around his cock. He held your face, kissed your lips, your cheek, your temple, the top of your head. He told you how beautiful you were. How tight. How fucking sweet you felt around him. Told you you were his good girl. His angel. His.
Joel moved inside you like he was trying to memorize every inch—slow, deliberate, reverent. His hands mapped your body like he’d never get the chance again. One gripped the underside of your thigh, keeping your legs spread wide for him, the other braced beside your head, grounding him, holding him back from fucking into you the way his body screamed for.
But he didn’t want to rush this. God, he couldn’t. Not when you felt like this.
So tight, so warm, so wet and fluttering around him with every slow thrust of his hips. Each roll of his body drew a breathy moan from your lips, and he drank them down like they were keeping him alive.
“That’s it,” he murmured against your cheek, his voice rasped and heavy with worship. “Just like that, sweetheart. Grippin’ my cock so good, angel girl.”
Your fingers were tangled in his hair, your body arching into his with each stroke, and every time your hips rocked up to meet his, he felt it—that trembling pulse in your cunt that told him how close you were.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered, kissing your jaw, then lower. “So goddamn sweet. Feels like you were made for me.”
Your hands slid down his back, clinging, like you couldn’t get close enough.
“Joel,” you whispered, voice soft and shaking, “You feel so good—I don’t want this to end.”
His heart almost broke right there.
“Baby,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours, hips rocking slow and deep, “don’t say that.”
“I mean it,” you whimpered. “I—Joel, I think I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you. I used to dream about this. About you.”
Joel groaned, low and guttural as he kissed you. Not hard or frantic, just deep and warm, letting you feel every bit of how much that meant to him. How much he wanted to give it back.
He rolled his hips slower, deeper, angling just right until he felt your legs tense around his waist again, your body tightening, that little gasp he was starting to crave spilling from your lips as you tipped your head back against the pillow.
“There she is,” he whispered, voice rough and desperate. “You’re gonna come again, ain’t you? Gonna let me feel her squeeze my cock, huh?”
You nodded, mouth open, breath catching on each thrust. “So close—oh my God, daddy, daddy—”
“Come for me, angel,” he said, his voice shaking now. “C’mon, baby girl. Be my good girl and come.”
You cried out as it hit you, body seizing under his, thighs trembling, your walls fluttering around him in tight, wet pulses. You clung to him, your fingers locked in his hair, your mouth gasping out his name again and again.
He kept moving, kept fucking you through it, slow and steady, letting you ride it out, watching the way you shattered so beautifully for him. He held you through every wave, every twitch, every soft sob of pleasure.
And then he couldn’t hold it anymore.
Your cunt still fluttering around him, soaked and tight and perfect—Joel’s control finally snapped.
His hips stuttered, breath coming in short, punched-out gasps, and he buried his face in your neck.
“Fuck—oh baby, I’m gonna come—Christ, you feel so good—I can’t—I can’t—”
He gripped your thigh tighter, pulled you flush against him, and thrust deep one final time as his release hit him hard, spilling into you with a broken groan. His whole body shook, teeth gritted, face buried in your skin as he came in long, slow, pulsing waves that left him shaking above you.
He didn’t move right away.
Just stayed there. Still inside you, just breathing with you. His hand smoothing softly over your ribs, then your belly, then your cheek.
“You okay?” he whispered finally, voice barely there.
You nodded, turning your head just enough to kiss his jaw. “Yeah. More than okay.”
Joel pulled back just enough to look at you, really look. Your skin was warm and glowing, your eyes heavy, dreamy, dazed in the way he hoped he’d be seeing again and again. You looked happy. Content.
He’d wait ‘til tomorrow to let the guilt creep in.
the last time will was touched by hannibal before hannibal went to prison was when hannibal carried will’s unconscious body home in the snow and changed his clothes, tended his wounds, and tucked him into bed. but the last time hannibal touched him where will was lucid and could most likely remember the contact was after will was shot. hannibal also carried him to safety and tended to his wounds. he leaned into hannibal’s chest and hannibal held the back of his head like he did in mizumono, the other last time hannibal held him.
and then hannibal went to prison for three years and of course they had no physical contact, they didn’t even exchange words. but even at the cliff house, we don’t see them touch. not until the dragon is dead and hannibal helps will to his feet, where will then lays his head on hannibal’s chest again and then pulls them off the cliff so they can be in each others arms for eternity and can spend every last second feeling and not just remembering the other’s touch. their embrace being the last and final memory.