Summary: to your dismay you run into your hot ex husband at a supermarket parking lot and at first glance it seems that Joel just wants to chat but as you two are sharing memories of the past life, you realize that talking isn’t the only thing on his mind.
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, a touch of angst but we don’t dwell on it, non outbreak au, Joel’s a sexy asshole, mention of Joel x reader x Tommy, mention of mfm, reader is pissed at Joel, implied infidelity, hate fucking, one use of ‘daddy’, public but not caught, f!oral, pussy slapping (1), cum eating, piv, degradation kink, praise kink, swearing.
Word count: 2,8k
A/n: I saw this post by @cupofzo last week, got feral/inspired and wrote this story. Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and helping me when I got stuck💋 Pedro edits in the mb by @/romina’s blog on Pinterest. Dividers by @strangergraphics 💞
MASTERLIST
Fuck!
You duck down behind an open trunk of your car in a supermarket parking lot and quickly push your grocery bags inside. Hopefully Joel hasn’t noticed you. He never noticed shit anyway — your bad mood, your worries, your heartbreak. It’s one of the reasons he’s your ex husband now.
Apparently Joel’s ‘go to’ shopping item hasn’t changed, you think and shake your head, seeing him load packs of beer into his car. You’re frozen on the spot, trying not to attract your ex’s attention, but to your dismay the fucker turns around and heads into your direction.
Shit! You curse under your breath, straighten up and watch him stride towards you with his usual ‘I know I’m hot’ attitude, confidence in every step. They call it ‘Big dick energy’. The worst part is that he really IS that hot. And he IS hung. It’s a pity that such a nice cock is attached to a total prick.
There’s no point in hiding now so you slam the trunk shut and greet the approaching man with the fakest smile you could pull.
“Heyyyy,” you sing in a high pitched voice you know he hates. Not taking his sunglasses off, Joel nods at you, his plush lips spread in a lopsided smile. He’s leisurely chewing a gum and your gaze slides along his scruffy jaw which is flexing in such a sexy way you get mesmerized by the sight. It’s doing something unexplainable to you but you quickly remind yourself who you’re dealing with. It’s Joel. It’s your past. The past that hurt you.
Your pussy gives no fucks though and your panties dumpen exponentially the longer you’re looking at your ex. Ugh! A traitor!
“Good to see you, baby,” Joel smirks, stopping in front of you and shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.
Don’t stare at his forearms, you beg the horny goblin inside you but it’s impossible not to take a peek at them with his sleeves rolled up, so you treat yourself before hastily lifting your gaze up to his covered eyes.
“Can’t say the same,” you throw, not smiling anymore.
Joel sneers and when you try to walk past him he steps to the side, not letting you leave, and coos, his arms open to you,
“Talk to me, beautiful. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“We met at Jessy’s party,” you grumble and he nods,
“Yeah but we barely shared a few words.”
“That's how I like it,” you bite, ready to tell him to fuck off but Joel takes his sunglasses off and stares at you with those puppy eyes of his. They used to work on you months ago. Now… not so much.
“Drop the shit, Joel. I bet you have enough babes to talk to.”
You cross your arms in front of your chest and raise your brow, expecting him to act all innocent, to deny the fact that he’s a total slut. But Joel doesn’t do any of it. Instead he gives you a cheeky smile and changes the topic.
“Whatcha doin’ here, sweetheart?”
You roll your eyes.
“What d’you think? Grocery shopping.”
Joel slowly nods, still chewing his gum, not tearing his eyes off you even for a second.
“Me, too. Got some stuff for tonight. Havin’ the boys over.”
Yeah, that would explain all the beer, you think.
You squint your eyes and your lips tighten at the mention of his ‘boys’, a group of his fellow pricks who surely call you a bitch every chance they get.
As if reading your mind Joel says, his head titled,
“They miss you by the way.”
You laugh exaggeratedly,
“Yeah, right!”
Joel shifts his jaw and then steps closer to you. He puts his big hand on your waist between your shirt and your jeans, and your heart skips a beat as you feel his hot palm on your exposed skin there.
“Tommy still talks about that night the three of us had. Remember?”
Joel’s eyes darken, he’s watching you closely, and you hate to give him any reaction but your whole body tingles and your chest starts heaving when images from that drunken night pop into your mind — you’re riding Joel, Tommy's fucking your mouth; they both eating you out, taking their turn to lap at your pussy, their spit mixing on your drenched clit and folds.
Trying to shake off the horny fog in your head, you avert your eyes from Joel and stare at a big supermarket sign.
“Uh-huh,” you mumble, feigning nonchalance. “We were drunk.”
“The next morning we weren’t,” Joel reminds you with a playful smile.
You shift on your feet, an ache in your pussy getting harder to ignore. That lazy morning fuck was great. Waking up between your husband and your brother-in-law, with their arms wrapped around you. Both fighting for your attention, for your holes, they made you come hard on their cocks and tongues. That was the last time you let Tommy join Joel and you in your marital bed. Scared of things getting too complicated you stopped it. Who knew that Joel would ruin it all anyway.
Joel watches you intently, surely knowing that you’re wet now. He could always smell it on you like a shark smells blood in the water. Joel gently squeezes your side and muses,
“We used to have lots of fun.. you and I. Were so damn good together.”
His voice is soft, full of nostalgia and…sadness? Suddenly his tone makes your blood boil and you finally look at him, your eyes fiery again.
“We were. Until you fucked everything up.”
You’re glaring at him and Joel drops his head, his hand leaving your side.
“Yeah… I did.”
He takes a deep sigh and you want to punch him. Your cold eyes are set on your ex and your wounded heart craves to see him crushed, miserable, regretful. You want him to beg for your forgiveness for the rest of his life.
But it’s Joel.
He doesn’t wallow in negativity for long, and instead of welling up with tears like you want them to, his eyes start slowly sliding up your body. They linger on your cleavage for a moment before reaching your face.
“You’re fuckin hot, baby.”
After years of knowing the man, you’re still shocked by his head-spinning mood change. A second ago he looked like a kicked puppy and now all he wants is to hump your leg.
You laugh bitterly, dropping your arms at the sides.
“Jesus, Joel, you’re something else.”
He mistakes your reaction for a genuine joy and chuckles,
“Yeah, you ain’t wrong, sweetheart.”
You’re shaking your head and then lift your eyes to the sky, not believing that you let your pussy choose a husband for you years ago, having ignored all the red flags.
Joel doesn’t let it go.
“I’m not fuckin’ with you, hon,” he purrs. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever fucked.”
You tilt your head and sigh.
“Joel, stop it. Please.”
“No, listen,” he rises his hands, palms to you, and with his eyes big and dark says,
“No one, I repeat, no one made me as hard as you did.”
“Yay me,” you deadpan.
“It’s the truth,” he says, his expression serious.
“‘K,” you shrug. “I don’t care.”
“Yeah, yeah” Joel nods. “I blew it, I know. But the taste …” he inhales through his teeth and you frown.
“What?”
Joel’s hand snakes behind you and he puts it on your lower back before leaning in and whispering in your ear,
“Your pussy.”
“Oh, fuck off!” You slap his chest, your hand hitting his strong pecs.
“I’m serious. Your taste, baby.. it’s like I had to quit smokin’. I can’t stop thinkin’ about it. Sometimes..,” he moves close and his lips brush your ear as he murmurs, “Sometimes I still feel it on my tongue. Soft, hot… delicious. Your perfect pussy. Ahhhh… Miss it so goddamn much.”
You HATE to admit it but whatever he’s doing is actually working. You’re a mess, getting dangerously horny and needy. Joel could always turn you on from 1 to 100 in seconds and he’s doing it now, months from your divorce.
With his body close to yours, your heartbeat increases and you’re breathing fast, enveloped by his smell, by the heat of his body.
“Joel, stop,” you beg him but he doesn’t.
He tilts his head, his eyes meeting yours and gruffs,
“Would give the world to have it on my tongue again. Wanna drink from your hole.”
You’re feeling light-headed as Joel takes your earlobe in his mouth and sucks on it lightly.
“I hate you…” you breathe out and moan when he presses his strong body to yours, his arms snaking around your torso. It’s hard to think straight when he’s doing this and you pussy purrs, ‘Maybe .. he could … just a little … just to make you come …’
“Let me kiss her… one last time…”
Not waiting for you to answer, Joel takes your hand and heads to his car. You’re following him across the parking lot like a damn dog, head dizzy, mouth salivating, pussy wet.
If someone told you this morning that you were going to let your ex husband eat you out in a supermarket parking lot, you’d laugh in their stupid face.
No way in hell!
But your pussy is full of surprises. It’s also full of Joel’s tongue right now who’s having your half lying in the back of his car, your jeans and panties on the floor, your knees pressed to your chest. Joel’s holding your legs in place with his hands, helping himself to make out with your cunt.
He’s always been a loud eater so the car is filled with lewd slurping noises and your soft moans.
“Look at ‘er cryin’ for me, baby. She missed daddy, huh?” he mumbles, his lips glistening with your slick.
You reply with a needy whimper and he smirks before pushing his tongue between your folds. Joel slowly drags it up, gathering more of your wetness on his tongue, and flicks your puffy clit with his tip. Then his hot wet muscle slides down to your empty hole and thrusts inside. Your eyes flutter close when he starts fucking you with his tongue, his thumb and his index finger holding your folds open.
“Hngggg,” Joel growls with animalistic hunger and the vibrations against your pussy send you into a frenzy. You’re biting your lip, keeping yourself from crying out loud when he starts sucking on your clit.
“Joel…” you mewl and your ex smirks.
“Fuck, missed you moanin’ my name like this. Such a good girl.”
“I hate you,” you repeat weakly and Joel chuckles and then spanks your puffy cunt making you yelp. He kisses it better immediately and begins moving his jaw up and down, while his tongue is rubbing your pussy.
A few seconds of this heavenly sensation are enough for you to unravel. Your ex happily licks off every drop of your wetness that’s flowing out of your clenching hole, humming at the taste, his eyes closed with pleasure. Joel’s tirelessly prolonging your orgasm and for a second you feel grateful.
When his tongue starts hurting you, you push Joel away and drop your legs. You’re sitting there ass naked, panting heavily, eyes shut, heart pounding in your ears.
“My turn,” you barely hear Joel speak. “C’mon, show my cock how much you missed ‘im,”
You flutter your eyes open and see Joel unzipping his jeans and pulling his hard member out. Hello, old friend. It’s reddish and engorged, leaking pre cum down the thick shaft. You still remember his taste, the heaviness of it on your tongue, the way it used to fill you so perfectly. You miss it.
‘Fuck it!’ you think, riding the high of an afterglow, and ask, “Got a condom?”
“Sure, baby!”
With his dick bobing, spilling pre fuck juice everywhere, your ex gets off the seat and reaches for the glove compartment. He rummages there for a few seconds and then plops back on the seat, holding a condom between his teeth.
Not waiting for an invitation you straddle his naked thighs, your eyes darting around the parking lot through the window.
“If we get caught…. swear I’ll kill you,” you grunt while Joel’s sliding the condom on.
As soon as he’s ready you lift your ass and sink on his big cock.
Ahhh! You missed this sensation. Joel opened you up well with his tongue but the stretch still makes you gasp. The pillow of his balls feels so nice against your spit-covered pussy, warming it up perfectly, and you sigh.
“Yeah, welcome home, baby,” Joel moans and drops his head back, his mouth open in pleasure. Squeezing your asscheeks with his big hands he breathes out, “So tight. Best pussy ever.”
Already feeling yourself on the brink of euphoria, just from having him inside, you start riding him.
“You’ve surely done your research,” you half moan half grunt, rolling your hips slowly at first, getting used to his huge dick stuffed inside you but at the back of your mind you hate that he gets to have you again.
‘Come and get the hell out,’ you tell yourself and pick up your pace.
You hate how perfectly he fills you, hate how gorgeous he looks - his dark eyes half lidded, clouded with lust, his plush wet lips are luring you in for a kiss.
You can’t. You shouldn’t. It’ll hurt too much later.
Instead of kissing Joel, you lean down and suck in the skin on his neck. Joel hisses and bucks his hips up into you, sending his cock deep to kiss your cervix.
“Baby likes it rough now, huh?” he gruffs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
You leave his question without an answer and with a content smile watch a hickey bloom on the column of his neck.
Lust for him is burning your lower belly alongside your anger and it’s impossible to tell one from the other. One hand planted on his strong chest, the other flies up to his head and you run your fingers through his silky curls before tugging on them roughly.
“Could’ve had this pussy on your cock every day—,” you mutter through heavy breaths as Joel grunts. “Any time—- any moment — now all you get is a hate fuck in a parking lot..”
Joel’s eyes locked with yours gets serious and for a second you see regret behind them.
“You don’t hate me, do ya, beautiful?” He breathes out quietly. Your furrow your brows at his stupid question, tighten your fist in his hair and order,
“Shut up and make me come.”
Joel’s chest rumbles, his eyes darken, and he gets to work — his thumb finds your clit and he begins swirling it with the perfect pressure and perfect tempo.
He’s a total dick but oh god! he’s always been great at getting you off.
Still bouncing on his cock and not slowing down for a second, you lean back slightly and a moan falls from your lips when his fat crown begins massaging your soft spot.
“Yeahhh, give it to me, baby, I know you’re close. Your little clit twitches like crazy."
Joel’s encouragement makes your pussy clench and you squeeze your eyes shut as a hot wave, rising fast in your lower belly, covers you whole. Your loud cry rings in Joel’s car and you’re shaking on your ex’s lap, coming on his hard cock.
“Hnggg..That’s my g—-,” Joel chokes and stills. His arm muscles tense, his fingers dig into your asscheeks, and he begins filling the condom inside you with warm cum. You feel his dick thump deep in your core, your walls pulsating around it while your pussy is draining his balls.
As soon as you're done you get off Joel’s lap, not caring if you hurt him. Instead you smirk when he hisses and mumbles, ‘Careful, baby.’
You pick up your panties and jeans and start putting on your clothes. Sensing Joel’s eyes on you, you look at him. With his head against the backrest, his eyes sleepy, his lips in a soft smile he purrs,
“This was amazin’. We should do this again some time.”
“No,” you say as lust leaves your belly and your head clears up.
Joel pushes his lower lip out and pouts dramatically.
“Why not?”
“Fuck you that’s why,” you scoff with a smile and get out of the car.
Before leaving you bend down and ask,
“Is Jeff gonna be at yours tonight?”
Joel carefully pulls the cum-filled condom off his softening cock and frowns, gathering his thoughts for a few seconds.
“Yeah, sure. Why?”
“Well, you might ask your best friend about that time he sent me his dick pic a week after our wedding.”
“WHAT?!” Joel exclaims and drops the condom, spilling his load all over the car floor. He curses loudly as you smirk and close the door with a loud bang.
Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story!
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