Summary: After a chance encounter in a small LA hotel, a struggling housekeeper’s world collides with Pedro Pascal himself. Unexpected generosity and secrets begin to unravel - proving that hitting the jackpot isn’t always about money, but about trust, timing, and the people who step into your life when you least expect it.
(+18 warning!⛔️)
Tags: Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Fluff; Slow Burn; Fanfiction; Celebrity Crush; Actors; Los Angeles; Forbidden Love; Flirting; Trauma
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7
“she was his north star, the fixed point round which his world turned. for as long as his heart beat, or hers, he believed they would always share a destiny.” ― david gemmell, fall of kings
imagine joel can’t sleep his dick is so fucking hard thinking about you, so he texts you to come over with a photo of his long bricked up dick print. you’ve been his sneaky link for a while and you always take his dick so good. but his house is full, tommy and sarah and family alike staying in rooms not far from his. so when you’re over, stripping your panties to get right down to business and scratch the itch you both have been needing so fucking bad, he puts a finger to his lips and a palm over your mouth. and you mount him, rubbing your clit and your lips to drench the entirety of that needy dick of his, your mouth still muffled and covered. little sighs here and there while you’re sighing. but joel goes fucking bananas hearing how you’re already wetting his dick up the way only you could. something his hand and some porn identical to you just can’t accomplish. he sighs louder than you do, raising his thick hairy hips up to meet your pussy in the middle of that dirty grind, keeping it slower for the inevitable creak of the bed.
joel feels he’s in heat. maybe it’s because there’s a full house that could very well hear the unsavory things he wants to tell you while he’s getting drooled and slid on by that pussy, also could just be the danger of knowing he shouldn’t making him want to even more.
you tease him, tell him to shush when you line up that girthy head. slide it in and fill yourself ever so slowly. joel hisses and knows it’s gonna be a wet fuck, it always is, that pussy clenching and swirling around on him. skilled and obscene like a stripper on a pole. his tummy is tense, already in holding-back-the-cum mode, groaning low and sweet while you gyrate those hips and pull him out, spitting down on his dick, then slipping him right back in. the creaks of the bed aren’t noticeable yet. could pass for him just tossing and turning in his sleep. not getting cream dripping all the way down to his balls.
he paws at your tits above him, leaning up and suckling on a nipple to cover a particular moan while your pussy keeps gyrating. feels so fucking naughty, so dirty to fuck like this, desperate like virgins touching each other for the first time. but this might be the hundredth time, and he’s lost all composure all the same. feels the milky drips of your fluids combined getting his sheets so messy, making wet noises audible to anyone near his room now as it goes in and out. joel sighs to catch his breath like he’s running a marathon, sweating everywhere while your pussy does delicious delicious rounds on him. he never needs lube, never needs condoms with your birth control. gets to fuck you good and whisper in your ear about breeding every damn time, to the point where he’s sure any sex he’s ever had won’t ever top this.
the bed knocks against the wall a bit more obvious now. joel is breathing hard, smothered in your tits. thrusting up so hard his balls smack right up against you so goddamn good. the slick sounds of his entering and exiting your body repeatedly are embarrassing now. slippery sounds of wonderful friction he was dying for while he was jerking off earlier. his eyes roll back comically exaggerated, lost and drunk on that pussy while you ride him just barely quiet, barely suspicious enough. if no one was home he’d be talking filthy, praising your stroke game, praising your pussy. the home he wants to be buried in to stay warm and whole forever.
just when your pending orgasms feel like they’re coming closer and closer, that ridiculous pattern of his bed knocking oh so subtly against the wall with every fulfilling hump, you and joel hear footsteps. see a hallway light turn out, causing both of you to freeze while you’re sat down on his dick. joel tries to steady his breathing, shaky finger coming back up this time to your lips, biting the back of his own palm while your pussy does teasing little squeezes that make him want to lose it.
the footsteps thankfully head to the bathroom, closing the door and filling up a glass of water from the tap. joel has his ears open to hear the whereabouts as those little footsteps make their way back out to the hall after the flush of a toilet. joel wants to scream. wants to turn you over and pin you down so your fucking ass is bent up in the air, spank it while he fucks you so deep and so quick you can’t do anything but keep bending those little hips for him and scream. but he can’t. he’s throbbing inside you while you practically cockwarm him, your own pussy walls thumping around him like you couldn’t wait to keep bouncing too. joel is petrified it’ll be tommy, knocking on his bedroom door to investigate the filthy noise. or sarah, maybe coming to his bedroom for an emergency. joel thinks of the worst scenarios in his head, as much as he can use his head, while he’s nuzzled inside the heaven he can’t wait to fuck. to grip and bust his nut deep down inside. have you leaking his cum on his sheets….
next thing you both know the footsteps were heading downstairs, opening a cabinet or two for a late snack it sounds like, before they’re heading back up and shutting their door to their room closed. and joel exhales hard, bumping his hips back up immediately to keep the slipping and sliding going, heaving while your juices have multiplied during the wait. dripping so nasty down the veins on him. joel bites down on your shoulder when you resume your bouncing, clenching and wringing him so good, little gentle whispers in his ear of couldn’t wait for a fuck tonight huh, needed this pussy extra bad, baby?
joel nods and nods, again and again humping and meeting you in the middle for maximum friction. the bed is still a little noisy, but joel knows he’s fucking finished by now, and after you’re both done it won’t fucking matter.
he hums in your ear, pressing your hips down to take him as close as you could possibly be, feeling every hot pulse and every drip of arousal falling between you two.
m’cummin, m’cummin inside. mmmm, needed this so bad. needed you tonight.
you pet the bed head of hair that’s become a disaster on his head, squeezing your muscles to drag his impending finish out, ultimately shoving your palm over his mouth before a loud curse could escape, and you feel it begin to run between your legs. streams so thick he’s closing his eyes and shooting you full of what felt like pints of warm cum. you stroke the light hairs on his chest and ride him through it before you’re tightening on him yourself. feeling his pubic bone brushing so good right up against your clit, and feeling so good and full of that big ass dick. the bed squeaks makes a little more noise but he just coos you through it, says it’s okay baby, enjoy that dick, cum all over me, mmmhm. not caught this time.
you push his cum out in the midst of your clenching, a sticky naughty mess of evidence of your midnight escapades while catching your breath together. the bed no longer bumping up against the wall, wet noises no longer drowning out the beats of filth. he lies his back down exhausted, taking you with him while your mess drools together on your parts.
can’t spend the night. they’ll see me leave in the morning, you whisper to him.
I know. just lay with me a sec.
think they heard?
I’ll find out in the morning. can’t really stay quiet when I’m fucking that pussy, can I, joel hums. tilting his head for a kiss.
you’ll get to have more later, when they’re all gone.
mmmhm. I’ll call you. after I re-wash these damn sheets, he raises a brow with a teasing grin at the soaked pool staining where your laps had met. two of his fingers go down and play with the mess between your thighs, feeling your shared cum still softly oozing out. you dip your hips into his touch, sprawling out for him to play a little longer before the sun comes up. joel takes his invitation and starts to fuck you good with the help of his leftover cum.
next time when we’re all alone you’ll get to scream.
pulling him closer by that cunty silver necklace of his, and asking him to whom he belongs—in the sweetest, faux sympathy voice possible—while clenching my pussy around his throbbing cock…
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