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Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 6,6k
Summary: Joel gets a batch of pills with strange side effects. He decides that it would be a shame to waste them. After all, he can use them to get something: you.
Tags: non-con/dub-con, Joelβs pov, smut, masturbation, manipulation, kinda love bombing, drugging, brief dry humping, unprotected p in v, nipple play, fingering, introverted reader, slightly naive reader, she's a grown ass woman but there's still non specified age gap between them, she's not described besides having hair long enough to be tied up in a bun, she's described wearing jeans and t-shirt, liar!Joel, mean!Joel, dark!Joel, he acts kindly but he has no good intentions, sex pollen vibes but slightly different, orgasm denial, praising, dirty talking, pet names, a little bit of somno, oral (f receiving), Sarah, Tess and Tommy mentioned but theyβre either dead or went away, Iβm sorry. I changed the dynamic and the tl a little bit, sorry, we're like 10 years into the outbreak but Tess is already gone, mention of morning-after pill.
A/N: The idea sparked reading a Reddit post and a conversation with @aurorawritestoescape helped me figuring out what I wanted to write π€
Thanks honey for your help and for being the best beta-reader, I couldnβt have done it without youβ₯οΈ I haven't written Qz!Joel and non-con / dub-con in a long time and I'm a little nervous to share this. He's probably not as gruff as you'd expect. He's mean though. Please be kind, I really hope you like it! English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me!
βHey Miller!β the guard approaches him.
Joel turns and, to his surprise, finds a rifle pointed at him. Taking the usual shortcut home, a narrow back road that smells of piss and remorse, wasnβt the best idea today.
Joel clenches his jaw as he looks at the guard and then hisses, βGet this rifle out of my face.β
βThose shitty pills you sold me yesterday donβt workβ.
Joel shrugs βWhat the hell do you mean?β
The guard slams the barrel of the rifle into his cheek. βThey didnβt get me high and when I tried to fuck my woman I couldnβt cum!β
Joel turns up his nose at the unsolicited information. βItβs not the pillsβ fault your dick doesnβt workβ
The guard is furious, holding the rifle an inch from Joelβs nose. βMy cock is good, you asshole, I know for sure it was those nasty pills. I want a refund.β
βNo refunds, itβs your business,β Joel gruffs, but the guard doesnβt seem persuaded at all to let it go.
βListen, do you want me to report you? Iβm sure my boss would love to know how you sneak out of the QZ to get the fucking drugs, donβt you think?β he barks, shoving the rifle into the other manβs flesh. βWhat do you say, Miller, I have to put a stop to your nice black market, huh?β
Joel shifts the rifle, holding the barrel with two fingers.
βWhat the fuck do you want? I don't have any more pills.β
He'll break his jaw, a moment's distraction is enough to disarm him. These spineless guards don't scare him.
βI know you have more. Give them to me,β the guard orders. Joel weighs his options. He doesn't feel like breaking his knuckles and disfiguring this guy's face, and after all, he's one of his best customers. And he can't lose his cards. He needs them to get anything in this godforsaken place until he manages to slip back out into the outside world.
Joel has just returned so he should have waited at least a month to avoid drawing too much attention.
He snorts, pulling a plastic bag full of amphetamines out of his pocket - pills he would have preferred to keep for himself.
The guard catches them and threatens Joel, βTry to screw me over one more time and Iβll break your fucking bones. You can keep this crap.β
He tosses the bag of pills at Joel, spits on the ground and walks away.
Joel looks at the pills. They seem fine. The guy who sold them to him is new, heβd never done business with him before. He met him outside Billβs house after picking up some ammo. Long, curly, graying hair, big round glasses. He looked a bit like a mad scientist, spouting big words and formulas that Joel couldnβt make heads or tails of, but at some point he mentioned Billβs name, and Joel trusted him. Bill never talked to anyone; if he knew him, he must have some credibility. At least thatβs what Joel thought, so he agreed to sell the product the guy was offering. But clearly, he was wrong.
Joel heads home, weighing the packet in the palm of his hand. He thinks back to what the guard told himβthat he hadnβt been able to come all evening. He didnβt mention any other problems, so probably everything else had worked, it was just the climax that was missing. Was it some kind of edging? Joel comes to his apartment and sits in the kitchen, wondering what on earth he could do with them and whether he could make use of them in some way.
Joel pours himself a glass of whiskey and sips it while watching the sky grow dark.
What if the guard had told him a lie just to get the amphetamines? He can't stand the thought of being scammed.
So Joel takes one, swallowing it with a sip of whiskey, just to see if that idiot tried to rip him off.
He hops in the shower and goes to sleep.
After tossing and turning in bed for a couple of minutes, he starts to feel strange.
A sudden wave of heat washes over him, his blood seems to be racing through his veins, his cock stirs beneath his boxers and grows hard, without him even touching it, stimulated by nothing more than that stupid pill he swallowed earlier.
His hand slides down into his underwear, trying to jerk off, but after several minutes, all heβs managed to do is get even harder, with no happy ending.
It feels like hell, just like that dude said.
He pulls down his boxers and tries to hump the mattress, rubbing his cock against the crumpled sheet.
No matter how much effort Joel puts into it, no matter how much precum heβs dripping onto the sheets, climax never comes.
Joel is in disbelief, frustrated, and drenched in sweat, his painfully hard cock shows no sign of softening.
He stays awake almost all night, in agony, lying on the mattress and hoping that the drugβs effects will eventually wear off.
By the time dawn breaks, his cock finally begins to soften.
When Joel gets up, he still hasnβt decided what to do with the pills. He hides them under a floorboard where he keeps his contraband, gets dressed, and leaves the house. He is tired, but insomnia often haunts him and he is now used to it, even though he shouldn't be.
A full day of work in the dining hall awaits him. Ever since word got out that you could get extra ration cards by shoveling out the sewers, everyone wanted to do it. The stench didnβt matter, what mattered was the gnawing hunger that gripped everyone.
As soon as he walks into the kitchen, he sees you peeling potatoes in a corner of the long metal counter.
He says hello to you, and you reply in a whisper, barely looking him in the face.
You seem very shy, reserved, and not very talkative. Joel likes that, he has no desire to listen to anyoneβs chatter.
Youβre gorgeous, and Joel likes that too.
He puts on one of the aprons left on the counter and grabs a knife.
He stands next to you, starting to help you peel the huge pile of potatoes in front of you.
Your hands move quickly, the sharp knife glides effortlessly between the flesh and the skin, your gaze is focused and attentive.
Every time you drop a peeled potato into the large plastic container filled with cold water, you let out a small sigh, so faint itβs barely audible.
The more Joel looks at you, the more delightful you seem to himβyour eyes, your lips curled into a slight pout, your hair tied back in a bun, the scent of vanilla filling his nostrils, likely emanating from your skin.
You look exhausted, like everyone else in the QZ, but there is something ethereal and sweet about you that captivates Joelβs gaze and slows him down at work.
The surreal silence in which you are immersed is broken by a rough, boisterous man who bursts into the kitchen introducing himself as the head cook.
Joel doesnβt even listen to what heβs saying, he nods while the manβs mouth moves, babbling about stews and soupsβthe only bland and utterly unappetizing dishes that have always been served in the QZ dining hall.
For the rest of the day, his eyes are all over you. Kitchen isnβt so bad after all, if it means he can spend his time looking at someone as pretty as you.
He doesnβt care about other people working around him, the heat from the stoves thatβs making his face flush, the smell of onions and meat thatβs soaking into his shirt, or the rough-mannered man barking orders at everyone. As heβs standing next to you, as you stir the giant pot of soup with a ladle, a thought grows stronger in his mind.
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Joel needs to be careful. He has to earn your trust first, and to do that, he starts showing up in the kitchen more and more often, peeling potatoes, doing the dishes, serving food. Anything to be near you. He greets you as soon as he walks in, when he finds you already there working, and throws a few jokes to which you sometimes answer shyly and other times simply giggle so softly that your laughter sounds like a symphony in his ears.
Day after day, watching you work with your head down as if you were afraid to look people in the eye, so inexperienced and vulnerable, he feels increasingly compelled to win you over.
He starts with simple questions that seem innocent, like how you ended up in the QZ, if you have any living relatives, if you live with anyone. You reply that you ended up there when you were just turned 19, and this explains to Joel your vulnerability and fragilityβyou didnβt have much experience of the world before, and in this one you realized itβs much better for someone like you not to draw attention.
Abuse by the guards is a daily occurrence, the fireflies are portrayed by the government as subversives and criminals, people are desperate and hungry, and on every street corner you can be robbed of the few ration cards you managed to scrape togetherβor worse. Much worse.
Your parents died on the day of the outbreak in a car accident while you were trying to escape, you and your brother managed to reach the QZ before he became seriously ill and died due to the lack of medicine and medical care available.
You were left alone in the world, moving like a ghost through the dirty, foul-smelling streets, trying to survive as best you could in a bare, dilapidated apartment that had been assigned to you.
Living there alone was tough, you missed your relatives and had no one who could help. But you grew accustomed to the silence broken only by alarm sirens and the screams of people in the streets.
You're a rare find, and Joel knows it.
He pretends to be genuinely sorry about your loss, praises your strength, and showers you with compliments that seem to make you melt a little more with every passing minute.
You probably havenβt really spoken in depth to anyone in years, and Joel is the first person whoβs taken an interest in you in this hell.
Itβs easy. He acts like a perfect gentleman, taking the heavy lifting off your hands, helping you get a few extra cards from the gruff head cook, and offering to walk you home after work to keep you safe.
βQZ sucks, Iβm glad to help a friend any way I can,β he says and your face brightens so delightfully.
Every now and then he touches you, making it seem casual, a hand brushing against your hip as he passes behind you to pick up a potato peeler, your fingers casually touching as you talk, walking side by side in the street. Just a hint, but it shakes you every time. Joel is amused to see you unconsciously trembling as your lower lip disappears behind your teeth.
Day after day, he notices how you open up to him, how your smile spreads across your face when you see him, how you start the conversation yourself to find out more about him.
One morning, while peeling yet another sack of potatoes, you even venture a joke about how incompetent the head cook is.
Joel smiles smugly, watching your every reaction, metaphorically rubbing his hands together at each of your genuine attempts to get closer to him.
You're so grateful for everything he does, so amazed that he goes out of his way to protect you.
One afternoon, as heβs walking you home, he suggests you go to his place.
Just to chat, he says.
βIβve got CDs, some tea, and I managed to snag some chocolate I found in the pantry. We could eat it together.β
βI haven't eaten chocolate since... all this started,β you say shyly, your sad eyes dropping, and Joel can't help but notice once again just how attractive you are, without even realizing it.
βWell, you work so hard, you deserve it,β he says, winking at you, and when you reply with a smile, he knows he's got you wrapped around his finger.
βOkay, thanks. I'll come by someday after work.β
When he gets home and steps into the shower, thinking about your breasts nestled in your worn-out T-shirtβwhich barely manages to hide your braβabout the beads of sweat he sees trickling down between them as you sweat over the stove, how they glisten on your skin, and the delicious scent you give off despite everything, his cock stirs and demands attention.
He canβt wait to have you all to himself, to feel just how tight your inexperienced pussy is, to see how wet he can make you and how you will moan beneath him as he thrusts deep inside you, your completely naked body a toy he can use for his pleasure.
Before Joel can stop himself, his cock is already in his hand, heβs jerking off hard, until he comes against the chipped tiles of his shower.
He has to make his move on you as soon as possible, he won't be able to hold out much longer.
He collapses onto the bed, exhausted, with your smile and your innocent eyes burned into his mind, and falls asleep only after coming one more time, soiling his pajamas and the sheet, losing consciousness covered in his own semen.
He doesnβt even care to acknowledge just how depraved heβs become, now that life has stripped him of the last shred of humanity he had left. He must have you, whatever the cost.
Sarah, then Tommy, then Tess. Everyone he cared about was either dead or miles and miles away from him.
He tried to protect them and he failed, every single time.
He tried to be good but life kicked his ass so hard he thought about ending it all.
He's cried enough, he's suffered enough, there are no more tears left to shed.
Heβs alone in this filthy world, thoughts screaming in his head, pounding against his temples. They can be dulled with alcohol, sometimes with pills, but the only thing that guaranteed him a full nightβs sleep lately was you.
Planning how to play with you is the only thing that stops him from thinking about what heβs lost, what heβs become, and how doomed his fate is.
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βAre you tired?β he asks you as you two are leaving the dining hall.
βNot much. I slept well last night.β
βGood,β he smiles softly.
As youβre walking, a man approaches you.
Heβs dirty, smelly, visibly drunk, his greasy, matted hair hangs around his face.
βHey, sweetheart, how about giving me some of your honey? Hmm?β he mumbles, his saliva flying in all directions, his arms stretched dangerously forward, reaching out to touch you. He gropes your breast and tries to pull you closer, almost touching your ass.
You pull back, instinctively clinging to Joelβs arm.
At this moment Joel canβt believe his luck, itβs the perfect opportunity to prove you can trust him.
βGet the hell out of here!β Joel growls at the man. βYou better stay away!β He backs up the threat with a hard shove that sends the man staggering.
The guy raises his hands in surrender. βHey, calm down, man. I didn't know she was your wife.β
He walks away, muttering to himself.
When Joel turns to you, your eyes are filled with gratitude, as if he was a knight in shining armor who came to save your life.
βThanks,β you whisper, and Joel shrugs. βNo problem, weβre friends, aren't we?β
You nod, struggling to hold back the wide smile spreading across your face. Your eyes sparkle, your arms are still wrapped around his, your tits pressing against his shirt.
Heβs been so smooth with you that by now youβre hanging on his every word.
βWant to come over to my place and try some of that chocolate?β
You agree enthusiastically.
The rest of the walk to his house is fairly quiet. The sun is setting, the streets are slowly emptying, and the soldiers on patrol are urging everyone to go home before curfew.
When you arrive in his apartment, Joel invites you to sit on the couch.
βI'll be right back,β he smiles at you. βI'll make you a cup of tea.β
He goes into the kitchen, grabs an old kettle from the pantry and a few tea bags he picked up at Billβs house.
Once heβs filled your cup, he dissolves one of the pills heβs been saving in the drink.
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While youβre drinking tea, he lets you pick the music, flipping through the CDs heβs collected over the years. βI donβt know,β you say, βIβm not really a music expert.β You laugh nervously as you read the names on the spines.
βOkay, let me see... this is perfect.β
He pops it into the dusty CD player, and trip-hop fills the thick air of the room.
βOh, I know this song.β A smile lingers on your lips as you sit down on Joelβs couch reaching for your cup of tea on the coffee table.
βYeah? You like it?β Joel is methodically lurking you in, trying to ease your nerves. He can see the tension in your shoulders melt away and your whole body relax.
Just what he always wanted.
βYeah, I do.β
"I can lend you this CD whenever you want. Massive Attack is a great band,β Joel suggests, sitting down on the couch next to you.
βUnfortunatelyβ¦,β you look at the mug in your hands, βI don't have anything to listen to it on. Actually, I don't know how long it's been since I listened to music, to be honest.β
βOh, sweetie, Iβm sorry,β he touches your arm lightly. βWell, then... you can come over here whenever you want to listen to it.β
And once again, you give him that look. Grateful, almost moved by his thoughtfulness toward you.
βThanks, Joel, you're the first real friend I've made here.β You smile and heβs quick to respond, βno problem, dear, itβs my pleasure. You should drink up, itβll get cold.β
You take a long sip, finish the cup, and set it back down on the table in front of you.
Joel waits. He lets you talk, asking you more about your past life, your education, and what career you wanted to pursue, as well as what you liked to do in your free time.
You donβt seem to notice the time passing as youβre talking. Youβre spellbound, completely captivated by himβso much so that your hands brush against his forearm more than once as you tell him about your dreams and hopes.
Dreams and hopes that no longer exist.
When Joel tries to kiss you, you pull back for a moment, confused.
βAre you sure? Me?β
And thatβs when he pulls out his final move, confessing that heβs always liked you and was just hoping for you to like him back. He tells you he was afraid of ruining your friendship, but at the same time, youβre so beautiful and sweet that he couldnβt help himself.
And you believe him. You fall right into his trap.
Youβre the one who kisses him first right after, your hand sliding behind his neck, your fingers playing with his curls.
He reciprocates with a sense of victory spreading in his chest, feeling your body melt for him, all pliant and needy, like he was the man of your dreams.
βOh baby, you don't know what you're doing to me,β Joel whispers as he moves down your neck, planting little kisses on your soft skin.
And you moan, timidly, as if you canβt believe it.
βCan I keep going?β he asks, looking into your hazy eyes.
βYes, please.β
βCome here,β he invites you, taking your hands and pulling you to straddle him.
He grabs your hips, pushing you against him, kissing you again, patiently, delicately, without forcing you.
You start to move your hips, likely driven more by drugs than by your own reasoning.
Your clothed pussy brushes against his bulge and you gasps, surprise all over your face.
βItβs so goodβ¦,β you whisper and Joel strokes your cheek, so gently.
βI know, baby. Take moreβ¦β
He adjusts his position on the couch so that you get more friction. You nod, rolling your hips again, your arms around his neck, Joelβs hands holding you tightly while youβre seeking your pleasure, grinding against him, the seam of your jeans stroking your clit just right.
You're so beautiful like this, completely captivated by him and by your newly awakened desire.
Mouth agape, your body hot, hitting the tent beneath his jeans over and over again until you squeeze your eyes in pleasure so hard Joel thinks youβre about to burst.
But you canβt. Youβre on the edge and can't break through it.
Your eyes flutter open, uncertain and burning, and Joel hurries to reassure you. βIt's okay, honey. Do you want to go to bed? We'll be more comfortable there.β
You follow him without hesitation.
Joel undresses you, crouches to take off your shoes, lets your clothes fall to the floorβcareful, gentle, slow, as if it were truly an important moment for him.
And it is, but not in the way you think.
βIβve never seen anything so beautiful,β Joel whispers to you, his husky, seductive voice runs into your ears and down your spine, your nipples hardening instantly as he drinks in your figure, his eyes gliding over your curves, your breasts, down your hips, until they reach between your legs.
Your tight, delicious pussy throbs for him, and the urge to fuck you hard until he canβt catch his breath hits him like a bolt of lightning.
But no, he has to be careful, you mustnβt notice, you mustnβt know how badly he wants to break your will forever.
He takes your hand, helping you lie down on his bed, and undresses in front of you. He sees longing in your eyes, your desire growing as he reveals every part of his body to you. Your body writhes on the mattress, eager, impatient. βPlease, Joel,β your voice pleads, nervously, as if all you feel right now is pure want.
Your mouth twitches as his semi hard cock finally springs free, a loud gasp roaring in the back of your throat.
Joel struggles to hold back a smirk as he lies down next to you, impossibly close but not yet towering over you.
His hand cups one of your breasts, testing its softness and weight, feeling your nipple press against his palm.
You arch your back as if struck by an electric shock, moaning loudly under his touch.
βIβll go slow, baby,β he promises you.
But you donβt want him to go slow. He can see it in your eyes, in your desperately tense muscles, in your lower lip trembling like a leaf in the wind.
βI...β you try to say, but his fingers twist your nipple and all you can do is let out another helpless moan.
Oh, the drug is working so fine.
βWhat, sweetie? Use your words, I know you can,β he coos, gently caressing you, his fingers sliding down the valley between your breasts.
βI... I never do things like this. I don't know what's happening to me. I... I need you, Joel, so badly.β Your voice is almost a sob, hoarse and broken.
He reassures you. Of course.
βThere's nothing wrong with you, sweetheart.β he says as his hand moves up to your face, cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. βThatβs completely normal, you know.β
βIt burns under my skin, itβs so heavy and hot it actually hurtsβ¦oh my God, Joel, please, help me!β Your voice is a cry, your eyes are filled with tears, your pupils dilated, you seem to be in turmoil just from a little touch.
Joel stops himself from breaking into yet another wicked grin while his fingers wander over your jaw, down to your neck, whispering, βIβm going to make you feel better, honey.β
Joel kisses you, and the moment your lips meet his, you cling to him as if he were your only salvation, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as tightly as you can pull him toward you with an urgency that makes Joelβs chest swell with pride.
Your tongue immediately seeks his, swirling and chasing his taste and his touch.
You moan into his mouth so eagerly Joel thinks you're about to lose your goddamn mind.
Itβs carnal, messy, sloppy and it makes his head spin a little.
He moves on top of you, his hands sliding over your torso and hips, gripping you there, holding you steady as you tremble beneath him and your body arches to seek friction.
Pulling away from his lips, you start begging him againβto touch you, to kiss you, to lick you...again and again.
Joel doesnβt even know how certain things are coming out of your mouth, but he doesnβt need to be told twice. Youβre making him rock hard. His lips trail down your neck, pausing at your breasts, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin. He sticks out his tongue and gently licks one of your nipples. To his great surprise, you push it into his mouth so hard that he almost bites you.
βFuck, honey, I couldβve hurt you,β he warns you but you're as wild as an animal right now, and you cry out, βBite me, Joel, suck it, please, I need it!β
And he does.
His lips close around your nipple, his teeth gently tug at it before he begins to suck greedily.
Your body trembles, covered in sweat, naked and vulnerable beneath his weight. Joel almost struggles to keep his composure at the stubborn way you demand to be used.
How lucky he was to have discovered that drugβhe must remember to thank and give that guard a discount for this revelation.
Your skin is hot, it smells wonderfully, it feels so good under his palms, so soft as he plays with your nipple, making it hard and swell.
βFuck, youβre so damn sweet,β Joel grumbles against your skin and all you can do is whimper.
His fingers trace a path down your thigh, brushing against it, moving upward toward your center.
He locks eyes with yoursβadoring, desperate, pleading,
βMay I?β He asks and lingers with just his fingertips on your mound, waiting for your all-too-obvious answer.
βYes. Please.β
Thatβs all he needs.
His fingers descend to meet the mess between your legs.
Itβs hot, wet, completely enveloping his fingers as he sinks them between your lips, up and down along your slit.
You writhe like a woman in heat at the sensation, your hips bucking, one hand clenching his forearm while the other clutches the sheet.
βYes! ohmygod just like that!β You cry and it sounds like honey in his ears.
He moves up toward your clit, tracing circles slowly, applying pressure now and then, using your sweet juices as lubrication. Itβs swollen and throbbing beneath his fingers, deliciously stiff and demanding attention.
His mouth focuses on your other breast, nipping at the soft skin there, his tongue swirling around your nipple.
βI need more..,β you breathe and he looks into your eyes, searching for a confirmation as he prods, βdo you want my fingers, hun?β
You eagerly nod, mouthing a yes, your voice broken and trapped in the back of your throat.
βIβm gonna give you that,β he smiles, as softly as he can because he needs you to think heβs doing it all exclusively for you. He's just fulfilling your wishes.
He lingers on your slit with two fingers, while his thumb keeps working on your clit.
You take his wrist and press his fingers against your opening.
Joel chuckles, feigning surprise. βEasy, baby.β
βIt feels so empty, pleaseβ¦I needβ¦β
He doesn't let you finish your sentence, he slips a finger inside and feels your pussy clamp down on it like a vice, before it adjusts to his intrusion and lets him thrust deep inside you. βThat's it, good girl...β
He curves the tip of his finger toward your sensitive spot, testing it, pressing there briefly before asking, βthink you could take another one?β
Your βpleaseβ is barely audible but the grimace of need painted all over your mouth is eloquent enough for him to add his ring finger.
The more he pushes you, the more you beg for it, crying, without realizing thereβs no way for you to cross that line.
And Joel relishes it. He relishes seeing you desperate, he relishes hearing your voice break, he relishes watching you strive for that pleasure with all your might while knowing it will never comeβand that, at the same time, youβll never stop asking for it.
βI can't... I can't, Joel,β and he knows exactly what you mean.
He caresses your sweaty face, trying to make his voice as sweet as he can, whispering, βHey, it's okay, it's all okay, baby.β
You close your eyes, letting out a frustrated moan, and look at him as if asking for help. βNo, youβ¦ youβre soβ¦ Godβ¦ and I canβtβ¦β
βYouβre perfect. Youβre perfect, sweetheart, youβll make it.β
Youβre convinced itβs your fault that you canβt come, you canβt even look at him anymore, your gaze drifts to the ceiling, to the bare walls, anywhere but Joelβs face.
He takes your chin between two fingers and draws your gaze back to him.
βHey, look at me, baby.β
Your pout speaks volumes: discomfort and mortification.
βMaybe itβs meβ¦β he says, working his fingers gently inside your pussy, βmaybe Iβm not filling you up enough like thisβ¦ do you want to try with my cock?β
βYes, please, yes... I... can'tβ
βShhhh, it's okay, baby, don't worry, I'll take care of it,β he lies.
Joel pulls his fingers out of your pussy and bites his lip at your protests, heβd burst out laughing if he could. Theyβre soaking wet with your juices. He uses them to lubricate his cock, mixing your essence with his precum in a few lewd, squelching strokes, before lining up with your opening.
Your eyes are fixed on his cock as you exhale, βGod, itβs hugeβ
Warm tears stream down your cheeks, trailing across your face and glistening on your skin.
βYeah, baby, I know. It will take some time,β he tells you through this, βyou know?β
You shake your head, your hands clinging to his back as you press him against you, βI canβt waitβ¦fill me, Joel, fill me now.β
βAre you sure?β
Holding back this much isn't easy for him either. He just wants to shove his cock into your tight little pussy, ruin your hole, pump his cum inside you, but he doesn't want you to notice. He doesn't want you to think it's his fault or that he's taking advantage of you.
So he plays innocent, praising you,
βYou're so good, honey, so good to me. I love that you want me so much, but I need to be careful. I canβt risk hurting this perfect pussy, babe, I want to keep sinking into her for a long, long time, yeah? And to do that, I need her to be okay.β
You give in, a faint, pleased smile playing on your lips as you agree, sobbing, βokayβ
He pushes the tip insideβjust the tipβwhile trying with all his might not to come right there, and at that moment, your pussy tightens around him, sucking him in, dripping more juices down his shaft.
βFuck, you're so tight,β he murmurs, and you look at him with hopeful eyes, hazy with tears, so sweet that for a moment he almost feels bad about what he's doing. But he can't tell you the truth. Not yet.
The deeper he thrusts into you, the more his cock throbs against your walls, its length stretching you out, inch by inch, your body tenses and relaxes, your hips writhe, and your breath grows shorter. And yet, youβre still teetering on the edge, in that limbo heβs put you in, unable to say βenoughβ and with no hope for a climax.
When he reaches the bottom, your face is distraught, your lips swollen from all the biting youβve been doing, your body twitching with lust and craving.
And thatβs when Joel feels youβre about to break completely, just babbling βpleaseβ and βneed you to moveβ and his name like a chant over and over again.
βDamn, baby, mβnot gonna last if you keep doinβ this.β
βJustβ¦ fuck me, Joel. Fuck me hard.β
And with that, he starts to move, well aware it wonβt change a single thing for you.
His cock is sliding in and out of you, pounding harder as you adjust more around him. Youβre so wet itβs a fucking river between your legs at this point and heβs able to feel every single flutter of your cunt, sucking him in like youβd like to swallow him whole.
Your hard nipples brush against his chest with every thrust and you whine, you whine so incessantly Joel thinks itβs almost too much. He loves it though, the way you never stop asking for him to split you open.
Two of his fingers move back to your clit, circling and applying pressure over your swollen bundle of nerves.
βFuck,β he growls. βitβs been a million year since I had a pussy this good, honey. I swear youβre fucking incredible.β
Youβre convulsing underneath him, incoherently, sweat drenching your hair, glistening on your eyebrows, running down your neck where his tongue savors it, salt, vanilla and the inherently unique taste of you dancing on his tastebud.
Heβs near, he can feel it in his every fiber, his chest burning, his back tensing, his cock pulsing.
His load paints you a few thrusts later, filling your warm wet cunt, sticking to your walls like you asked him to.
Joel collapses down next to you on the bed to catch his breath and hears you moaning softly, now so desperately confused about whatβs wrong with you.
He props himself up, resting his cheek on one hand, the other stroking your belly up and down, trying to comfort you.
βYou make me feel so good, Joel. No one has ever made me feel this way, but I...β
βCan't you cum?β
Your eyes fixate on a crease in the sheet, your hand trying to smooth it out as a coping mechanism, as if fixing that could fix you.
βI just don't get it...β you say, feeling down, while his hand plays with a strand of your hair.
βYouβve done this before, right?β
βYeah, a couple of times, with my high school boyfriend, before it all went downhillβ¦he was nothing like you but he made meβ¦ you knowβ
βNo need to be worried, babe. We can try again tomorrow,β he suggests βMaybe we should get some sleep.β
βDo you still want me?β you ask hesitantly, meeting his eyes again.
βOf course, I want you, baby.β
Your eyes glisten with tears, and your hand unconsciously clings to his wrist. βOh, Joel, I'm broken,β you whisper, as if you can't believe it.
βYou're not broken, sweetheart. You'll see that you can do it, and I'll help you.β
He takes you in his arms, stroking your back, comforting you, hiding a sly smile as he kisses your forehead. βSleep, honey, I'm here.β
He can feel your pussy throbbing against his leg, dripping with his cum and your unrelenting arousal, your whole body is still tense and shaken by that limit youβve never managed to break through.
Finally, you fall asleep, exhausted.
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The next morning, you wake up with Joelβs face pressed against your pussy, his broad shoulders holding your legs apart, his large hands clinging to your thighs.
During the night he thought long and hard, as he struggled to fall asleep, lulled by your breathing finally returning to normal. He looked at your face, finally relaxed, and thought that maybe it was better to make you come once. To give you a little treat before making you swallow another pill.
Wake you up with an orgasm, make you believe you were just nervous, let you reach the peak as you desired, and then deny it to you again without your knowledge.
It could work.
So at the first light of dawn, he moves between your thighs, his legs dangling off the mattress as he looks at your sweet pussy.
Itβs still wet, irresistibly swollen, and worn out from the sex the night before.
He starts slowly, using just the tip of his tongue, testing your sensitivity. You stir in your sleep, letting out a moan, a small smile on your lips.
He tries a longer lick and you seem to take it well, so he picks up the pace, tasting you on his tongue, drinking from you greedily, your juices beginning to drip down onto his lips, chin, and beard.
Thereβs nothing better than going about his day with your taste and scent on him.
When his nose brushes against your clit, you open your eyes.
He looks up at you, smiling, βGood morning, sweetheart.β
Your expression quickly shifts from surprise to delight.
βIs this okay?β
βYes,β you reply, running a hand through his dark curls, your eyes fixed on his mouth, wet with you.
Youβre not annoyed that heβs started touching you while you sleep, quite the opposite. You seem relieved.
The fear of being rejected by him probably overshadows everything else, and thatβs exactly what Joel wants.
Bringing you to orgasm this time is very easy, as soon as he closes his lips around your clit and sucks it, your body tenses, your legs wrap around his head, and you moan.
βOh my God, Joel, Iβm so close.β
βYeah, baby,β he murmurs against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. βCome for meβ
And you do. After a few laps he closes his lips on your clit and that's when you explode, wetting his chin, his neck and the sheets beneath you.
The room is filled with your moans, you convulse on the bed, pressing your hips against his face, your hands clenching the sheets, your head back on the pillow and your eyes squeezed shut.
Joel licks eagerly, feeling your pussy clamp around nothing, his fingers dig into the tender flesh of your ass as he holds you in place for him.
βI knew you could do it, you did so good for me, baby,β he whispers, resting his cheek on your thigh.
You two stay in bed a little longer before heading to the kitchen, where Joel offers you a cup of coffee. βDonβt worry about yesterday, I have plenty of pills I can give you.β
You nod, smiling gently, probably thinking about how much he cares and worries about you.
βThanks, Joel.β
βNo problem, sweetie, Iβll get them for you right away.β
He reaches into his stash, pulling out a morning-after pill that he usually sells.
βIβll give you another one tonight. Thatβs how this pill works,β he lies. βGo take a shower while I make breakfast, okay?β
You thank him again as you head to the modest bathroom, closing the door behind you.
Joel smirks, putting the morning-after pills back in their place and counting his supply of orgasm-blockers.
A full bag, at least a monthβs worth of sex. Just enough to turn you into what he wants. His little pet.
i still see you when the lights get low
i still hear you when i'm on my own
the parasites in the nightmares calling my name like, "please just let me go"
this one's for you and your problems, your good day job
your bad karma, what are you afraid of?
the same trauma, show me what you're made of
'cause you talk about your constant pain like i ain't got none
and i've learned to live beside it, and even though it's over now
i will always be reminded
β GETHSEMANE by Sleep Token
if you want more of this vibe, go read mallory's fic β₯
PEDRO PASCAL as LUCIEN de LEON
The Uninvited (2024) dir. Nadia Conners
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