SUMMARY: headcanons of joel who makes you wear a remote-controlled toy to dinner, just to see how long you can keep quiet [ 1.2k ]
WARNINGS: dom!joel, remote-controlled toy use, public overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, possessiveness, humiliation, voice kink, teasing, creampie (implied), cock description, pussy description, power dynamics, threat kink, dirty talk, restraint, crying, overstimulation, public risk, 18+
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He makes you put the toy in while kneeling.
You’re on your knees in front of him, still in your bra and panties, your dress hanging off the edge of the bed. Joel holds the sleek little vibrator between two fingers, the remote in his other hand. He doesn’t say anything. He just taps it against your lips. “Put it in,” he says finally, voice low and rough. You take it with shaking fingers and slide it into your pussy, feeling it settle deep, your walls already fluttering from how soaked you are. “That’s my girl,” Joel mutters, brushing your jaw with his knuckles. “Now stand up and put that fuckin dress on like nothin’s wrong.” He watches your thighs rub together as you slip the fabric over your body, eyes on your cunt the whole time. You’re already clenching around the toy when he tucks the remote in his coat pocket and zips it up like it’s nothing. “Gonna have you fidgetin all night,” he says. “Can’t wait to watch you try to act innocent.”
He gets hard just watching you walk to the car.
Your heels click down the walkway, hips swaying in that little black dress he picked, and Joel’s watching the way your legs shake every time the toy pulses. He clicked it on the lowest setting just before you stepped outside, and now you’re already flushed, your pussy dripping around it as it buzzes low and steady. He follows a few paces behind you, hands in his pockets, cock already starting to swell in his jeans. He doesn’t look away from your ass. Doesn’t care who sees. “Keep walkin,” he calls softly, voice warm with threat. “That pussy starts drippin down your legs, you’re gonna sit in it all night.”
He turns it up when you’re halfway through the wine list.
The second you start to relax, he shifts in his chair, leans forward just enough to press the remote in his pocket. The toy inside you jumps to a higher setting and your whole body jerks. Joel smirks into his menu, eyes flicking up to meet yours like he didn’t just set your cunt on fire under the table. You cross your legs tight, biting your lip. Joel watches the tremble in your thighs, the flush crawling up your chest. His cock twitches under the table, thickening by the second. He doesn't touch it. He just watches. “Wine okay?” he asks softly, tilting his head. “You’re lookin a little shaky, sweetheart.”
He tests your limits while the waiter takes your order.
He waits until the poor kid’s standing beside you, notepad in hand, then bumps the toy to setting five. You almost cry. Your cunt pulses around it like it’s alive. The vibration slams right into your clit with every breath you take. You stammer through your order, voice catching, fingers white-knuckled around your napkin. Joel gives his order calm and easy, hands folded on the table, cock thick and throbbing under the fabric of his jeans. He watches you twitch, watches your eyes water, and gives the waiter a polite thank you. When the kid walks off, Joel leans forward and whispers, “You keep clenching like that, baby, you’re gonna cum right on this chair before the appetizers come.”
He won’t let you cum. Not yet.
You’re there, right at the edge, mouth open, pussy clenching down hard, juices soaking your panties and dripping onto the seat beneath you. And Joel knows. He sees your breathing change, sees the tears welling up. He clicks the remote and turns it off. You gasp like he hit you. Your whole body jerks with the sudden silence inside your cunt. Joel’s cock is rock hard now, pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He doesn’t even try to adjust himself. Just smiles and takes a sip of wine. “Should’ve asked first,” he says softly. “Now you don’t get to cum till I say so.”
He touches you under the table like it’s nothing.
His fingers slide under the hem of your dress, knuckles brushing your inner thigh, then higher, spreading you open. He presses two fingers against the fabric of your soaked panties, groaning when he feels how wet they are. “Fuckin drenched,” he murmurs. “Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re ready to cum on my fingers.” He presses the toy back on while his thumb rubs your clit through the lace. Your whole body jerks and he smirks. “Sit still. You’re gonna make the glasses rattle.” His cock throbs in his pants. He doesn’t care. All he wants is to see you come undone without anyone noticing.
He makes you beg for the next setting.
You’re trembling now. Your thighs won’t stop twitching, your breath won’t steady, and your pussy is aching so hard it hurts. “Joel,” you whisper, “please.” He cocks his head. “Please what?” You shake your head, grinding down against the toy. “Please turn it back on.” His eyes darken. “Say what you really want.” You flush deep, lips trembling. “Please, Joel, I wanna cum. I need it. I’ll be quiet, I swear, I’ll do anything—” He clicks the remote to max. Your whole body arches and the vibration hits like a punch. Joel watches your face and lets out a low groan, his cock twitching hard against his zipper. “That’s better,” he growls. “Show me how my toy makes you fall apart.”
He watches you cum with no one noticing.
You grip the table edge so hard your knuckles ache. Your whole body’s on fire. The toy is buzzing so hard your clit feels raw. You moan but it’s barely audible, just a high whimper that you bite down and swallow. Joel watches, cock rock hard, pressing into the table edge as he stares at the tears in your eyes and the way your thighs shake. Your orgasm hits like a wave. Your cunt spasms around the toy, walls clenching tight, slick dripping down to your ass and soaking into the chair. Joel smiles and slowly clicks it off. “There you go,” he murmurs. “Quiet like a good girl.”
He turns it back on before you’ve recovered.
You’re still twitching, thighs sore, dress damp, pussy swollen and sensitive. Joel doesn’t give you time to breathe. He hits the remote again and the toy comes alive. You whimper, legs snapping shut. Joel grabs your ankle under the table and forces them open again. “You close your legs again, I’m gonna drag you into the fuckin restroom and bend you over the sink.” His cock is throbbing, leaking against his boxers now, the head red and thick, begging to be touched. You’re crying again. Your cunt pulses around the toy like it’s begging too. Joel leans in. “One more. You take it and I’ll fuck you in the truck till you pass out.”
He makes you ride him before the door even shuts.
He helps you into the passenger seat, shuts your door, and before you can even catch your breath, he’s unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock free. “C’mere,” he growls, dragging you into his lap, hands yanking your panties to the side. You’re so wet he slides in with no resistance. Your pussy clamps down on him like it’s made to fit. “Fuck,” he grits. “You’re soaked. You really came that hard in there?” You grind down, body still twitching from the toy. Joel grabs your hips and thrusts up hard, slamming into you with enough force to make the windows fog. “You’re mine,” he growls, voice hot against your throat. “Mine to tease, mine to ruin, mine to fill up right here in this fuckin parking lot.”
When your high-powered marketing career goes up in flames, you find yourself back in Texas and out of options—until your old childhood friend Tommy offers you a job at his family’s growing construction company. The only catch? His older brother Joel, the project manager with a chip on his shoulder and zero patience for your city-slicker attitude.
You clash instantly: you’re clever, confident, and painfully corporate. He’s quiet, rugged, and set in his ways. You push his buttons. He pushes back harder. But somewhere between long meetings, late nights, resurfacing memories, and hurt, along with one very unexpected work trip… the tension starts to shift.
What begins as bickering turns into banter. Glances linger. Walls crack. And neither of you is quite sure when things started to change.
Moodboards by @broknedits
Fan edits by @evcrmoree
Joel and Reader's son fanart by @krispykattv
Happy couple things fanart, chapter 29 (both oc x t&c!Joel) by @hoziersguitarr
Family Tree by @honey-moon-13
“He took pictures and video of fucking me with the glowing condom on; quote: ‘for when you’re home alone, taking care of yourself.’”
Your friend’s jaw hit the floor.
“Wow. So… he’s really that good?”
“Better.”
You’d spent the entire weekend with your drawer of toys, and that video, reliving Friday night. The way he held you. Fucked you. Knew your body better than you did—
“Atta girl; I knew you could do it.”
Joel’s mouth was covered in you; fingers shining with you both; after he’d finessed a 6th orgasm out of your spent; tired body.
You tried to stick it out for a seventh; but Joel knew a worn out pussy when he saw one.
“It’s okay, babygirl. You’ll see me again;” he reassured you as you grunted and whined your disappointment.
He watched your cute little protests; splayed out in his truck; hair sweaty; torso splattered with his dried cum; utterly wasted on him. You’d convinced him to cum on your belly— twice.
As he tutted and cooed and tenderly shushed you; he cleaned you up with baby wipes. Gently slipping on your panties… then your skirt. He wiped down the seat, tidied up, and strapped you into the passenger side. He closed your door and walked around the truck.
The faint smell of sex and cologne wafted through the cab as he got in.
“Where’s home, honey? I’ll take you.”
He drove you home in the dark; only street lamps illuminating his beautiful face.
He held your hand the whole way.
Once back to your off-campus student apartment, Joel carried you in his arms; not letting you down until he’d made it through your apartment, and sat you on the toilet. He knew how tired your body was, after all that sex.
He put some toothpaste on your toothbrush, and handed it to you.
“Go potty, sweetness. I’ll get you some water. Y’must be thirsty.”
He left you to brush and pee; bringing back a full glass of water into the bathroom, after you’d flushed.
He watched you with soft eyes as you finished brushing, and rinsed out your mouth.
He set the cup on the counter, and gestured to the toilet.
“Mind if I…?”
You shook your head.
You watched shamelessly as he unzipped his jeans and tugged them down with his boxers. Stared at him as he sat and peed.
“S’more polite to sit; when in good company.”
His impeccable manners were insane. Who the fuck is this guy? And how is he not married?
He was so hot in your dingy bathroom light. Gorgeous thighs. Beautiful face. All the dried bits of you visible on him, made you bite your lip.
You drank about half the water; then took a mouthful and walked over to Joel. Straddling his thighs while still standing, you tipped up his chin, and held his jaw in your hand. Joel opened his mouth. His hands caressed your sides; as you spit the water in his mouth.
He swallowed.
Fuck, it was hot.
His hand came up and cradled your neck; pulling you in for a slow; steamy kiss.
Once you were breathless and ready for another round despite your exhaustion; Joel flushed, and washed his hands.
You squealed in surprise, when Joel scooped you up and carried you to bed.
“Such a little flirt; even when you’re all worn out.”
He laid you down. He gently took off your shoes, and skirt, and bra; before tucking you in.
Your sweet, innocent, girly bedding; swallowing you whole with it’s big puffy layers; squeezed Joel’s heart. He was convinced there was a hidden halo above your head.
“Night, baby;” Joel cooed.
“Night, Joel,” you yawned.
Joel ever so softly tipped your chin up an inch; and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“See you next time. Sweet dreams.”
When you’d woke the next day; there was a business card with no business on it; sitting on your beside table. Upon closer look, it said Joel’s first name, and his cell number.
You weren’t sure what to text him, so you didn’t.
It didn’t take long for you to wonder when it was acceptable for you to see him again. School barely held your focus. Homework was a bore. You even forgot to attend the big homecoming events leading up to the dance on Saturday. By Thursday night, you felt more than a little crazy.
When the bar opened at 9pm Friday; you were there; nearly breaking down the door in your excitement. One week. That was long enough, right?
You sat in the back corner where you wouldn’t be as visible; looking a little less like a stalker watching the door. Which is really what you were.
Your heart jumpstarted, when Joel walked in around 10pm. Fucking finally.
You waited 5 agonizing minutes, hoping you wouldn’t look desperate by approaching him too soon.
“Hey, stranger.” Joel greeted, as you sat beside him at the bar. He leaned in and kissed your cheek.
“How’s my girl doin?”
“Good.”
Joel checked the date on his phone.
“Ain’t you s’posed to be at homecoming tonight? Got that big game?”
You bit your lip; your cheeks turned warm.
“Yeah; I just… wanted to see you more.”
The sun rose on his cute old face.
“Well I’ll be damned. Pickin your old man, over homecoming? Color me honored.”
‘Your old man’… he kept that familiarity with you… holy shit. Maybe he would be interested in another tryst with you.
The bar was unusually quiet; just a few old regulars who’d long since graduated. It felt intimate; being nearly just the two of you.
“Well, are you jus sayin hi?… Or you wanna take another ride on my dick?”
You spit out the water you were drinking.
“Shit. Sorry, babygirl.” The warmth in his tone, and the smile on his face said otherwise.
He took his beer napkin and wiped down your chin; then the counter
“Hey Hank? Can we get a towel?”
The man behind the bar grabbed a clean towel and set it on the bar.
“Thanks.”
Joel wiped the counter down til it was dry.
“Um… yeah. I was hoping to have sex with you again.”
His eyes were obnoxiously big and brown as they took you in.
With that, Joel finished his whiskey in one gulp. He set some cash on the counter, and stood with his hand held out for you.
You took it, and let him lead you out of the bar.
The street was empty. The dark night felt like a cozy blanket over you both.
Joel took you around the building, and pressed your back into the wall. He cupped your face, and kissed you deep. His hands roamed your body; gripping it in handfuls; wrapping your legs around his hips. His cock was hard against your seam.
“You’ve been on my mind ever since I took you home. Kept seeing your face when I was with other girls. Been looking for ya when I’m at the bar, hoping you’d show.”
His words shot butterflies through your belly.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Your heart could have beat right out of your chest.
He rutted into you; against the wall.
“Can I take you home? Fuck you properly, in my bed?”
He bit his way down your neck; sucking dark hickies into your sensitive skin, as he ground into you; hands cupping your ass as he humped against you just right.
“Mmmmfuckdon’tstop;” you begged; breathless.
In under a minute, he’d turned your clit into a weeping, pulsing mess.
“What is it, honey?” He teased.
You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, as he worked you up with ease.
“Cat got your tongue, huh? Or maybe it’s ‘cock.’”
There was a stifled chuckle in his voice. You nodded; struck dumb; unable to even laugh at his stupid joke, he had you so revved up.
In record time; you were hurtled at breakneck speed, to orgasm. Your knuckles blanched and your eyes squeezed shut, as you crashed over the peak; orgasm tearing through your body.
Joel watched; satisfaction in his eyes, as your entire body seized with pure pleasure. Gasping for air. Legs squeezing his hips hard. He held you tight; safely cradled in his arms, as you glitched out; brain flooded with ecstasy.
The smile on his face was contagious; eyes bright, and full of softness for you.
“There we go… god I missed that O face of yours.”
You pulled him in, and kissed him hard; til both of you were breathless.
“That. Was fucking. Insane,” you heaved, with a laugh.
He looked at you like you hung the moon.
“That was just the appetizer, sweetness. We got a whole lot more courses coming.”
Joel carried you to his truck; not letting you walk on orgasm-wobbly legs. Giving you kisses, with every few steps.
When he pulled out of the parking lot, your stomach grumbled.
“Sounds like you need somethin to eat.”
He looked over at you and put his hand over your belly.
“What sounds good?”
You brushed him off. “It’s okay. I can eat later.”
“C’mon. Lemme treat you. Can’t have a sex marathon on an empty stomach, can ya?”
Honestly, he was right.
“Um… I could go for a burger.”
Joel took you to his favorite spot- a hidden little gem on the end of the historic old center street.
“Wanna eat in, or take out?”
“Takeout.”
“Good girl. Can’t wait to eat that pussy. The sooner the better.”
He groped between your cheeks from behind, as you walked ahead of him into the restaurant.
“Get whatever you want, baby. As much as you want.”
Once you’d ordered, and the food was ready, you raced Joel back to the truck. You would have had him beat, if it weren’t for the huge soda he bought you, that you were afraid to spill.
You two tumbled into the truck; both so excited to eat.
“It smells incredible, Joel; thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
He leaned over for a kiss. Hovering right above your lips with his own; before dipping down and indulging in tasting you. Biting your bottom lip and lightly dragging it between his teeth.
A few pecks, and then he was pulling back; encouraging you to eat.
Joel told you to eat on the drive, and not to wait for him; so you dug into your burger; moaning at the delicious, greasy flavors.
“Oh’m’gaw joel,” you mumbled through bites of food. “I’zofuckingood.”
“Glad you like it.”
You offered him a bite, which he took as he drove. Fries, too.
A few minutes in, Joel carefully swerved off to the side of the road, and parked.
“What are you doing?” You wondered out loud.
“Keep eatin, baby. I’m just gonna eat you while you do.”
Joel looked to you for consent, before stripping you bare below the waist.
He gently pushed your back against the passenger side door, and spread your legs. Wide.
“There she is,” he cooed.
“Missed you so much, sweet thing.”
And with that, he dove in. Nosing the peak of your clit. Sucking your entire sex into his mouth. Between the orgasm in your mouth from the burger; and Joel’s expertise; the combined sensations were almost more than you could take.
You ran your fingers through his soft curls as he ate you out. The long licks of his wide tongue; pressed flat against your spread-open folds; made you twitch against him; pussy dripping with arousal.
He took his time. Savored you. Relishing in each little sound you made, while you filled your belly.
He was still nose deep in you, when you finished eating.
When you set the wrapper down, Joel revved up; sending you into a long; drawn out orgasm.
He let you float there; suspended in bliss. Stretching out the comedown; licking and sucking on you until the last aftershock twitched against his tongue.
“Atta girl,” he praised, wiping his mouth.
You looked so adorable, slumped against the door. Legs limp and still splayed open for him.
He took your hand and kissed the back of it.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Joel pulled back onto the road and drove the rest of the way home, still holding your hand.
A few minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a sweet little two story home. Old. Tons of character. Clearly well-kept.
Hi there! I know this is completely random, but I thought I’d let you know. The blogs you reposted from @/joelspookie were actually stolen fics :( I know ‘west Texas’ is originally from a creator called @/mirrormauve here but I’m not really sure about mercy >.<
All of the posts @/joelspookie has on her blog are unfortunately stolen :/ it’s been going on for a while and I thought I’d spread the word
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You convince your grumpy boyfriend Joel to tap into his hidden acting skills when you suggest a little roleplaying to spice things up. In less words: Joel sucks at roleplaying.
warning/tags: smut, minors DNI, handjob, unprotected piv, creampie, established relationship, roleplaying, grumpy!Joel, no outbreak
Shoved at the back of your closet was an old cardboard box, it was one of those things you never thought about until you were digging through for something else. Inside was a jumble of past lives: you saw some old notebooks from college, a cracked picture frame, a stack of shirts you’d forgotten you owned. And then, buried beneath it all, you pulled out the white-and-red Halloween costume. It was a nurse's outfit, consisting of a short skirt, a tiny hat, and a cheap plastic stethoscope still looped through the collar of the shirt.
You laughed as you held it up against your body, turning toward the mirror. The thing was laughably small now, borderline scandalous, but still in one piece. You looked over at Joel, stretched out on the bed behind you, draping one arm over his face to block the sun coming in through the window. You could tell by the rise and fall of his chest that he was just resting, and not asleep.
“Hey, Joel,” you teased, holding the costume against you. “Look what I just found.”
Your voice made him peek out from under his arm. “What’s that?”
You turned fully, holding the outfit by the hanger. “Old nurse costume. Wore it for Halloween like five years ago. Forgot I even had it.”
Joel made a faint snort sound. “Figures you kept somethin’ like that.”
“Figures?”
“Mm-hm,” he closed his eyes again. “You’re the type to hang onto silly things. Ain’t never seen a nurse wearin’ somethin’ like that.”
No matter what Joel said, the playful idea was already blooming, and impossible to ignore. “Y’know, we could make use of it.”
That made him crack one of his eyes open. “Make use of it?”
“Roleplay. Doctor and patient.” You pressed the stethoscope to your chest for a dramatic effect. “Or nurse and… older man who needs a check-up.”
Joel looked like you’d just told him the worst idea imaginable. “Aw, hell no. No. Don’t even start with that.”
“Why not?” you feigned innocence.
“Because that’s ridiculous. I ain’t puttin’ on a show. I’d feel stupid.”
You climbed onto the bed with the costume in your arms. “Come on, it’d be fun. You just sit there and grumble while I play nurse. It’s easy.”
He shot you a look that was half a glare, and half disbelief. “Darlin’, I ain’t lettin’ you put me in no… scene. What’s next? You want me to buy a cowboy hat, start callin’ you ‘ma’am’?”
You bit back a laugh. “You’d look good in a cowboy hat.”
Joel groaned again, dropping his head into his hands. “Christ almighty…”
But you weren’t letting it go that easy now that the idea was in your mind and you couldn’t shake it off. You set the costume on the bedspread between you and leaned in close, placing your hand on his knee. “Joel. It’s just a little fun. You don’t even have to act. You just have to sit there and let me…” Your smile turned sly. “…examine you.”
He tightened his jaw, and shook his head slowly. “No. Absolutely not. I’ll feel like a damn fool.”
“You already feel like a fool half the time when I’m making you blush,” you teased. “What’s the difference?”
“That’s different,” he shot back. “That ain’t… dressin’ up, pretendin’ to be somethin’ I’m not.”
“Joel Miller, scared of a little imagination?” you pushed, grinning.
“I ain’t scared,” he growled, pointing at you. “Don’t you go twistin’ my words.”
You sat back, folding your arms with mock indignation. “So you’re saying you don’t want me in that little skirt, bending over to take your pulse, climbing on your lap with a clipboard in hand—”
“Enough,” Joel cut you off with a warning, but his ears had gone pink the same way they always got when he got aroused after your teasing.
You smirked. “Gotcha.”
His glare told you he knew exactly what you were doing, and exactly how much you were enjoying it. He leaned back against the headboard with a grumble. “You’re relentless, you know that?”
“Mm-hm.” You stretched out beside him, laying your head on his shoulder. “And I always get my way.”
Around 8 p.m Joel came back from his shower. His damp hair was pushed back, his t-shirt clinging in places where it hadn’t fully dried. He stopped dead in the doorway when he saw you already dressed.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, staring at the little white skirt barely skimming the tops of your thighs, the neckline of the shirt plunging lower than he’d have expected. The ridiculous plastic stethoscope was dangled around your neck, and you’d even shoved the tiny nurse’s hat into your hair. You leaned against the dresser with a clipboard in hand, one you had stolen from Joel’s old paperwork pile, as you tapped a pen against your lip, looking over him.
“Mr. Miller,” you said in your most professional voice, “I hear you’re due for a full examination.”
Joel dragged a hand down his face. “Aw, hell. You’re actually doin’ this.”
“Of course I am.” You sauntered closer, clicking your pen. “I take my job very seriously. Now, why don’t you sit on the bed and we’ll begin your check-up?”
He squinted at you, unimpressed. “Darlin’, this is—”
“Bed,” you interrupted, pointing your pen toward it like a command.
Joel raised his brows, sighing heavily, but shuffled to sit on the edge of the mattress. He spread his knees wide, resting his elbows on them, every inch of him saying this is stupid.
You made a show of flipping the first page of your clipboard. “Patient name?”
“Darlin’ you already know my damn name.”
“Sir,” you said, in your most professional tone, “if you don’t cooperate, I can’t give you proper care.”
Joel narrowed his eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“Patient name?” you repeated.
He huffed. “…Joel Miller.”
You scribbled dramatically, then peered at him over the top of the clipboard. “Age?”
“Too old for this.” You gave him a sharp look, to which he grumbled, “Forty-somethin’,” and scratched his jaw.
You clicked your tongue. “Not very precise, Mr. Miller. I’ll just put down: grumpy middle-aged man who doesn’t follow directions.”
Joel let out a low growl. “That ain’t what I said.”
“Moving on,” you chirped, stepping between his knees. You looped the cheap stethoscope buds into your ears, pressing the cold disk against his chest. “Deep breath for me.”
Joel obeyed, but his tone was dry as dust. “Y’know that thing ain’t even real. Don’t work.”
You gave him a scandalized look. “Mr. Miller! Questioning your nurse? I’ll have you know this stethoscope is very much real.”
“It’s from the dollar bin at a party store,” he muttered.
You broke character just long enough to swat his arm. “Play along!”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head, but he quieted.
You pressed the disk to his chest again, lowering your voice with exaggerated seriousness. “Mm. Strong heart. Very strong. Beats a little faster when I’m this close, though.”
Joel gave you a flat look. “…Because you’re standin’ right between my legs in a skirt barely long enough to cover anythin’.”
You bent over him, deliberately close, pretending to check his pupils with a little flashlight from your bedside drawer. “Eyesight: slightly impaired. Does not recognize when he has a very good thing sitting right in front of him.”
That got you a twitch at the corner of his mouth, even if he tried to smother it.
“Alright, Mr. Miller,” you continued, flipping a page. “Now I’m going to need you to lie back so I can examine your abdomen.”
Joel grumbled under his breath but stretched out on the bed anyway, placing his hands over his stomach like a man enduring the world’s worst doctor visit.
You perched beside him, poking at his ribs lightly. “Any tenderness here?”
He caught your wrist, giving you a look. “You poke me like that again and you’re liable to get flipped under me.”
You arched a brow. “That sounds like a threat against your healthcare provider.”
“That sounds like me warnin’ you to quit messin’ around.”
You broke character again, laughing as you pried your wrist free. “Joel, you’re supposed to mess around. That’s the point.”
“Feels dumb,” he grumbled.
You leaned down, pressing a kiss just under his jaw. “It’s not dumb..”
He sighed, and whispered, “Can’t believe the things I do for you.”
“Back in character,” you warned, grinning as you straightened. “Now, Mr. Miller, your vitals are normal, so can you tell me your motive of consultation. What brings you in today?”
Joel gave you a flat look. “What brings me in today?”
“Yes,” you said, nodding earnestly. “Why are you here in this hospital? What are your symptoms? What’s troubling you?”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothin’s troublin’ me.”
You gave him your most exaggerated frown. “That can’t be right. Nobody comes in for nothing.”
“Well, ‘m feelin’ alright,” Joel said firmly.
You broke character for a second, laughing. “Joel, you’re supposed to make something up. Like… a fever, or a pain in your chest, or—”
“That’s lyin’ to the doctor,” he cut in. “They can’t do their job right if you don’t tell the truth.”
You blinked at him. “…You’re impossible.”
“Just sayin’,” Joel leaned back on his hands. “Don’t see the point in playin’ pretend about bein’ sick.”
You dropped your clipboard dramatically onto the bed, pressing your palm to your forehead. “Mr. Miller, if you don’t provide me with a reason for your consultation, I can’t proceed with the examination.”
Joel tilted his head, lips twitching like he was barely keeping his amusement hidden. “Fine. My motive is that my girlfriend made me.”
You gasped, pointing your pen at him. “Incorrect answer! Try again.”
He shrugged. “That’s the truth.”
“Joel.”
He gave you a look, all stubborn eyes that his a hint of mischief. “Ain’t no motive other than you in a short skirt tellin’ me to sit here.”
You shook your head. “Okay, let’s pretend, alright? Use your imagination. You’ve come to the hospital. Why?”
Joel shifted on the mattress, sighing out loud. “Alright, fine.” He rubbed his jaw like he was being interrogated. “Got a sore shoulder. Been actin’ up when I sleep on it.”
You perked up immediately. “Very good, Mr. Miller. A sore shoulder. Likely a rotator cuff issue, possibly bursitis. Have you been doing any heavy lifting lately?”
“You really want me to answer that?”
“Yes!” you insisted.
He ran a hand through his damp hair. “Well, yeah. Always doin’ heavy liftin’ at work. Lumber, bags of cement, hell, even groceries sometimes. Nothin’ new bout it.”
You nodded sagely, scribbling furiously on your paper. “And do you feel stiffness, numbness, or tingling in your arm?”
“Stiffness, sometimes,” he admitted grudgingly. “Especially after a long day. Numbness, no. Tinglin’… maybe if I sit funny.”
You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing, he was taking this way too seriously. “Noted. Any history of injuries?”
Joel gave you a look. “Do you want the whole list? ‘Cause that’s a long damn list.”
“Give me the highlights,” you said, pretending to check boxes.
“Busted my wrist fallin’ off a ladder. Knee messed up playin’ ball when I was young. Broken ribs more than once. Stitches, lots of those. And I sure as hell don’t remember every time I pulled a muscle.”
You broke character completely, laughing so hard you had to set the clipboard down. “Joel! You’re not supposed to actually give me your medical history!”
He just shrugged, completely deadpan. “You asked.”
“Oh my God.” You buried your face in your hands, still laughing.
Joel reached over, tugging your hands gently down, “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not,” you said between giggles. “I just… I love that you’re treating this like a real exam.”
“‘Cause that’s what you said it was,” He grumbled. “Nurse and patient. ’m the patient, so ’m tellin’ you what’s wrong. What else am I supposed to do?”
You leaned in, still smiling. “You’re supposed to play along. Be dramatic. Say things like oh nurse, I think I need you to take my temperature.”
Joel twisted his face, looking scandalized. “The hell I am.”
“Yes!” you insisted, nudging his shoulder. “Come on, be sexy with it.”
“Darlin’,” he said flatly, “there ain’t nothin’ sexy about pretendin’ I got a bum shoulder.”
You grinned, crawling onto his lap so you were straddling him. “Then let’s change your motive of consultation. Maybe it’s not your shoulder. Maybe it’s…” You leaned close, brushing your lips over his ear. “…something else that needs attention.”
Joel rolled his eyes as he tilted his head back. “I knew you were gonna turn this into somethin’ dirty.”
“That’s the fun part,” you whispered, nipping at his jaw.
He placed his hands over your hips, holding you in place. His voice was rough. “Alright,” Joel sighed, like a man resigning himself to his fate.
“Fine. My motive of consultation…” He shifted under you, meeting your eyes with a faint spark of humor. “…is that I got a beautiful nurse sittin’ in my lap, an’ it’s causin’ me a problem I can’t exactly walk outta here with.”
You gasped dramatically, clutching your clipboard. “Please describe your symptoms, Mr. Miller.”
Joel hesitated, rubbing at his jaw. His cheeks had gone just faintly pink. “There’s, uh… another area of my body that’s… stiff.”
You nearly burst out laughing, biting your lip hard to keep your composure. “Oh? Stiffness, you say?”
Joel gave you a flat and unamused look. “Don’t you dare laugh.”
“I would never laugh at a patient in distress,” you said solemnly, though your grin betrayed you. You tapped your pen against the clipboard like you were taking very official notes. “Location of the stiffness?”
Joel let out a long groan, “…Lower region.”
“Lower region is rather vague,” you said, pursing your lips like a real clinician. “Do you mean… quadriceps? Knees? Toes?”
He growled under his breath, the tips of his ears going fully red. “…You know damn well what I mean.”
You leaned in, smiling sweetly. “Mr. Miller, I can’t make a proper assessment unless you’re precise. Please indicate the location.”
Joel gave you the most pitiful glare, equal parts aroused, annoyed, and resigned. Then he shifted his hips beneath you, just enough to make you feel exactly where he meant. His cock was already hard under his sweats, thick and hot even through the fabric, the shape of him was pressing right up against the damp spot on your panties. The fabric was rough, scraping lightly over your clit as he rocked up again, a slow grind that made you gasp out a soft nnnh as the texture caught and dragged.
You gasped in your best fake scandalized voice. “Mr. Miller! That is highly inappropriate behavior in the nurse’s office.”
Joel narrowed his eyes. “You asked.”
“Please refrain from… presenting your symptoms in such a vulgar way.”
“Vulgar? You told me to point out where it was.” He said as he lifted his brows.
“Not like that.” You tapped your clipboard against his chest. “You cannot just… thrust your pelvis at me. Highly inappropriate.”
He smirked faintly, leaning back against the headboard with his arms crossed. “Well, I was just bein’ precise. You told me to indicate the location.”
You fought to keep your composure, tugging your hat straighter and raising your clipboard again. “Ahem. Back to business. Mr. Miller, this behavior is inappropriate. I am your nurse. You must treat me with respect.”
Joel rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “You’re outta your damn mind.”
“Excuse me?” you said sharply. “Noncompliance noted. May require disciplinary measures.”
That made him open his eyes wider in curiosity. “Disciplinary measures, huh?”
“Yes,” you said firmly, though your grin betrayed you. “If a patient flirts with his nurse, or attempts to… expose himself in an unprofessional manner, it goes on his permanent record.”
Joel gave a low laugh. “Permanent record? What am I, in grade school again?”
“It’s very serious, Mr. Miller,” you insisted, leaning in until your nose nearly brushed his. “If you continue this behavior, I may have to call security.”
“Security?” he repeated dryly. “Ain’t no one in this house but us.”
“Ugh, you’re impossible, Mr. Miller,” you rolled your eyes, biting back another laugh. “And you clearly have a localized stiffness in the groin region.” You wrote more notes on the clipboard. “On a scale from one to ten, how severe is the pain?”
Joel exhaled heavily, clearly regretting everything. “…Ten.”
“Ten?” you repeated, opening your eyes wide with mock concern. “That’s very serious, Mr. Miller. You should have come in sooner.”
“Yeah, well,” Joel slid his eyes away, “figured it’d go away on its own. Don’t like botherin’ nobody.”
You nearly fell off his lap laughing. “Joel! You’re actually giving me a backstory?”
“I’m answerin’ the damn questions like you told me to,” he grumbled. “Ain’t my fault you don’t like the answers.”
You cupped his face, grinning so wide it made his brow furrow. “Back in character,” you reminded him, waggling your pen. “So. A ten out of ten stiffness in the groin. Does it interfere with your daily activities?”
Joel gave you a dry look. “…It’s interferin’ right now.”
You cleared your throat. “Based on your symptoms, the localized stiffness in the groin, severe pain rated ten out of ten, inappropriate behavior toward medical staff… I’m afraid you’ll need an immediate intervention.”
“Intervention, huh? What kind?”
You leaned down to whisper right against his mouth, “Intensive hands-on therapy.”
Joel groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. “Knew it was gonna come to that.”
“Do you consent to treatment, Mr. Miller?” you asked, struggling not to laugh.
His eyes burned into yours, heated despite his gruffness. “…Yeah. I consent.”
“Excellent.” You kissed him softly, then pulled back with a smirk. “Now lie back and let me do my job.”
Joel shook his head, muttering under his breath as he obeyed, “Most ridiculous doctor’s visit I ever had.”
You grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked it down. His breath hitched hard as you dragged the fabric low on his hips, just far enough to free the problem he’d been growling about, all thick, flushed, and heavy as it sprang up against his stomach. His cock slapped free with a quiet thud.
You adjusted your tiny nurse’s hat and leaned closer like you were peering into a microscope. “Ah. Yes. Localized swelling confirmed.”
Joel muttered something that sounded a lot like kill me now.
Joel’s cock was gorgeous, to say the least, it was heavy in that way that made your mouth go dry, the kind of cock you already knew you’d have to work for if you wanted to take every last inch. Thick from base to tip, curved upward like it was proud of itself, bold about what it could do to you. The head was flushed a deep and needy pink, a bead of slick pre-cum already gathering there before slowly rolling down the curve.
“Length…” You tilted your head, tapping your pen against your lips like you were about to jot down notes. “Substantial. Thickness… also substantial. Veins… pronounced. Coloration… healthy.”
Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Shh.” You hushed him, pretending to press the stethoscope to his shaft. “Vital signs normal. Patient appears to be responding to stimulation.”
When the cold metal of the stethoscope kissed the warm skin of his cock, the contrast hit him so sharply he shivered. You traced the smooth steel along the thick vein running up his shaft, and he twitched under the touch.
Joel shot you a look through the pleasure. “That ain’t how you use a stethoscope.”
“Mr. Miller,” you scolded, “are you the nurse here? No. So please allow me to do my job.”
He clenched his jaw. “Feels stupid.”
“Feels necessary,” you countered brightly as you removed the stethoscope. “Now, any history of problems with this organ?”
Joel groaned like it hurt to answer you. “Ain’t answerin’ that.”
“Sir, I must insist. Medical history is important.”
After a long, suffering pause, Joel finally replied, “Never had a problem with it. Works just fine.”
You grinned, leaning closer. “Frequency of use?”
Joel squinted at you. “The hell do you mean?”
“How often do you… exercise the organ?” you said innocently.
Joel gave you a withering glare. “…Darlin’, if you want to know how often I fuck you, just say it plain. Every goddamn night.”
Joel knew exactly what his cock did to you, how just the sight of it turned your thoughts molten, how you got needy and impatient, ready to climb into his lap and beg to be fucked stupid the second he pulled it out. Which was why it actually startled him that you stayed in character, that you didn’t immediately drop the act.
“Mr. Miller!” you gasped, scandalized. “You use that kind of language one more time and I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
He snorted. “You started it.”
“No extracurricular use?” you asked, arching your brow high, with a look that warned him there was only one acceptable answer.
Joel scoffed, shrugging those broad shoulders. “You askin’ if I use it other than home? Pfff, as if I’d have time.”
Your stare went ice-cold in an instant. “Wrong answer, Mr. Miller. Try again.”
He huffed a soft laugh, the kind that said he knew exactly what kind of trouble he’d walked into. He lifted his hands in a mock surrender. “No. Never. I’d never use it with anyone else but my beautiful girl. ’m as loyal as they come. Rather have it cut off.”
Your laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. “Well, I hope we don’t have to get ahead to an amputation. It’d be such a pity… you don’t see one like this every day.”
His cock twitched at your tone, at the way you admired him like you owned every inch, “yeah? that so?” he pressed his hips forward, offering himself for inspection.
You wrapped your hand around his cock with detachment to give him a slow stroke. “Mmm, yes… reflexes are strong. Circulation excellent. Responsiveness is immediate.”
Joel jerked his hips upward again before he could stop himself. That little stroke you gave him felt almost clinical, and it drove him absolutely out of his mind. It was as if you were just inspecting him, pretending his cock wasn’t the thing that usually had you whimpering and crying. Right now he needed your messy handjobs so bad, the ones where you kept going despite your tired wrist, where you moaned just from feeling the jumping of his cock against your palm. He craved the sloppy way you usually touched him, but he stayed calm for you anyway, because he could see how much you were having fun with this little roleplay.
“Christ…” He moaned.
“Prognosis: patient is in dire need of release.”
“That obvious?” He moved his hand, and you noticed instantly, because he didn’t bother hiding the intention, that it was headed straight for your breasts. He wanted to squeeze them until your soft flesh spilled out between his fingers, but you stopped him before he could.
“Inappropriate touching of medical staff will be reported,” you warned with a hard squeeze of his cock.
His gruffness was cracking under the strain. “Ain’t no staff here but you, an’ you damn well know what you’re doin’.”
You smirked, leaning down until you were right up against his face. “I’ll need to perform a more thorough exam.”
Joel closed his eyes,“Most ridiculous check-up I ever had…”
He was getting grumpier by the moment, every second of your slow teasing was sanding down what little patience he had left. He was done pretending he wasn’t desperate to be inside you already. He was tired of waiting to have you, when every muscle in him wanted to drag you down onto his cock and fuck the character right out of you.
“Patient Miller,” you said squeezing him again, “the examination will now proceed with a throughout manual treatment.”
“Manual treatment, my ass. That’s just you gettin’ me off.”
“Please don’t question hospital procedures,” you scolded, giving his shaft a slow pump. “I’ll need you to remain still during this procedure.”
“Hard to sit still with your hand on me like that,” His voice roughened as your grip settled into a rhythm, practiced and firm, exactly the way he loved it.
Finally you moved your hand the way that always unraveled him. Wrapping your fingers tight around the thick base of his cock, giving him a hard stroke that punched a growl straight out of his throat, a rough “nnh—fuck” vibrating through his chest. Then you twisted your wrist at the top, just the way he liked it, adding that perfect bit of pressure to the swollen, sensitive head. The moment you did, he jolted his hips up like his body had been waiting for that exact touch, his cock was throbbing violently in your hand as a fresh bead of slick spilled out for you.
“Mm-hm,” you hummed like you were making notes. “Strong pulse… patient appears to respond positively to treatment… vascular function excellent. Do you feel any discomfort?”
Joel fluttered his eyelids his. “Only discomfort I feel is from bein’ teased like hell.”
You twisted your wrist just right, watching the way his breath hitched, his whole body tightening.
He kept his eyes locked on your hand as it moved up and down his length, like he couldn’t afford to miss a single stroke you gave him. Every glide of your palm made his breath stutter. Beads of precum kept welling at the tip, thick and clear drops that trembled before spilling over, sliding down the flushed head and tracing over the veins that stood out along his cock.
Joel’s laugh came out strangled. “Goddamn… you’re real good at this.”
You broke character just long enough to grin. “Best nurse in the county.”
His eyes hooded, finally giving into the game. “Yeah… you are. Sweet little hands, takin’ care of me like this. Makin’ me feel better.” His drawl deepened, almost a growl. “Gonna take real good care of my little nurse later. Bend her right over the exam table.”
Heat shot through you, but you forced yourself to keep your face straight, your voice cool. “That would be inappropriate, Mr. Miller.”
You felt your panties getting wetter by the second, the heat blooming in your belly until the thin fabric clung to your pussy lips. Every slow pump of your hand around Joel’s cock sent another pulse of need through you. The damp cotton stuck to you, outlining every every slick and swollen part of you that wanted attention, and when you squeezed him a little harder, you could feel your own arousal leak.
Joel bucked into your grip, his breath coming heavier. “Inappropriate don’t mean I ain’t gonna do it.”
“Sir,” you scolded, stroking faster now, “I’ll have to write you up for misconduct if you continue—”
“Write me up all you want, sweetheart,” Joel clamped his hand over your wrist, digging his fingers in just enough to guide your hand down to the thick base of his cock, squeezing your fingers around him until your grip matched exactly how he liked it. Then he dragged your hand upward with a pull, setting the pace himself as your strokes turned into something he could actually fuck into. He followed the rhythm he was forcing you into, tilting his hips forward with tight jolts that made him slide his cock through your fist, slick with his pre-cum. The sound of it obscene, a wet little shhlk each time you tightened your fist and dragged it back up “But don’t you dare stop. You hear me?”
You were trying to keep your tone even and stay in character even if your arousal was taking over you completely. “Noted. Patient highly demanding during treatment.”
Joel’s laugh broke on a groan, and his thighs were trembling. “Christ almighty… You’re… you’re a real good nurse, baby. Real good.” His voice was guttural, locking his eyes on your hand, watching the way it moved up and down his lenght. “Fuck, I love your hand on me.”
You were stroking him mercilessly now, working him with a rhythm that made him tense his thighs under you. You dragged your thumb over the swollen and sensitive head, gathering the thick bead of pre-cum there and smearing it down his length. The slickness coated him, slippery, making every pump glide easier. You slid your fist from the heavy base all the way up to the flushed tip, twisting just enough to make his breath catch in a broken “nnnngh—shiiit.” The more you spread his slick, the wetter he got, the wetter your hand got. His cock was jumping with each pass of your thumb, leaking more for you to smear, more for you to use as you worked him.
“Hell,” he groaned, his cock twitching on your hand, “nurse… this ain’t enough.”
You cocked your head, keeping your strokes even. “Manual evaluation is proving highly effective. Patient’s body is responding exactly as expected.”
Joel clamped his hand together around your wrist, halting your motion just enough to make you look up. His eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and hungry. “No,” he said firmly. “Need the real thing. Need pussy, too. Nothin’ else is gonna fix it.”
You arched your brows, slipping back into character. “Mr. Miller,” you gasped, scandalized, “Nurses don’t provide that kind of service.”
Joel curled his lips in a smirk, though his voice stayed strained with need. “Guess I’ll have to file a complaint then, won’t I? Seein’ as how my treatment ain’t complete.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, still stroking him and teasing the head. “You’re an impossible patient.”
“And you’re a stubborn nurse,” Joel shot back. “But I ain’t walkin’ outta this hospital till I get what I came for.”
Your pulse spiked the moment his words hit you, and you felt the heat pool between your thighs. He always knew exactly what to say to make you wet. You shifted in his lap, settling yourself more comfortably until his cock was pressed right against your slick core through the thin fabric of your panties. The thick length of him was nestling between your folds, the damp cotton doing nothing to mute the heat or the shape of him. He twitched under you when your weight settled fully, nudging the head of him agaisnt your clit through the fabric, dragging a breathless little ahh from your throat as you instinctively rocked forward, grinding down on him without even meaning to.
“Fine,” you said, straightening your skirt with exaggerated professionalism. “But only for medical purposes.”
Joel let out a laugh that broke into a groan when you ground down against him, catching your clit right against the fat head of his cock. “Yeah, darlin’. Strictly medical.”
You tugged your panties aside with a shaky hand and guided him to your entrance, the thick head of his cock finding you with a perfect slide. Then you sank down slowly, inch by inch, savoring that first brutal stretch as he pushed into you. The first few inches breached your tight hole, your pussy gripping around him instinctively, and that familiar sting flared, Joel was always a lot to take, no matter how used to him you were. The burn, the pressure, the way your breath caught in your chest was overwhelming.
But as your walls stretched around the broad width of his cock, opening for him, accepting him, your body melted around the intrusion. And when you finally pushed down and took the rest of him, every hot, heavy inch, the pain dissolved into a flood of pleasure so intense it made you tremble. Your pussy clenched around him as the full, devastating ache of being filled by Joel settled into something addictive.
“Christ almighty…” he groaned. “That’s it. That’s the treatment I needed. A tight perfect pussy round my cock.”
You gasped the moment he bottomed out inside you, and you dug your fingers into the firm muscle of his shoulders for balance, for something to hold onto while your pussy fluttered around the thick weight filling you to the very limit.
You were fully seated on his cock, every inch buried, pressing your hips flush to his, grinding your clit lightly against the coarse hair at the base.
“This is so unprofessional,” you whispered, though your were already rocking your hips back and forth, your body betraying you.
Joel’s laugh was breathless. “Best damn nurse I ever had.”
Joel didn’t know the meaning of being made for until he had you, until he felt you like this, wrapped around him, taking him all the way in. Because you were truly made for him, made to take every thick inch he gave you. He fit perfectly inside you, in the way your pussy swallowed him down, in the way your walls clung tight and warm around his cock like they were built to keep him there.
You hugged him so snug it was unreal, a hot, velvet squeeze that made his breath hitch. He felt every tiny flutter of your muscles around him, every pulse of your arousal, every little tremble your body gave as you adjusted to the stretch. And he knew how much you struggled at the beginning, how your breath went high and shaky as you forced yourself to take him inch by inch. He loved that moment, loved watching your face twist with that mix of pain and want as he opened you up. But what really wrecked him was what came after, the moment your body finally loosened around his thickness, when the burn melted into need and you went wild for him. The moment you stopped resisting the stretch and started riding it, riding him, fucking yourself dumb on his cock like it was the only thing your body understood.
You rolled your hips faster, finding that perfect rhythm. Each lift of your hips squeezed him tight, your walls gripping around him before you dropped back down and took him deep again. Every descent made his cock drag along your most sensitive nerves. The movement sent little shocks of pleasure racing up your spine, the deeper he reached, the hotter it felt,
Joel slid his hands up your back, pulling you down to his chest. “Keep ridin’ me, nurse. Wanna see you work for it. You look so good bouncin’ on me like this.”
Your rhythm quickened, your breath catching as pleasure built with every grind. You clung to his shoulders harder, your nurse act slipping into breathless moans. He was too much, too good, every drive of his hips making your head spin.
Joel smirked up at you, sweat dampening his curls. “Mmm… yeah, that’s it. My good nurse, takin’ such good care of me.” He snapped his hips upward, meeting every drop of your body with a hard thrust.
Joel could always tell when the edge of fatigue started to creep into your movements, and every time, without fail, he stepped in to take over He loved helping you out, he set the pace easily, taking control driving his hips up into you while he held you exactly where he wanted you. You were on top, sure, straddling him, riding him, taking him, but he never let that fool you into thinking you were the one in charge. He liked letting you pretend, liked watching your face twist with pleasure like you were the one dictating the pace, when in reality he was just using your body to fuck himself deeper into you. He slammed his cock into you with those sharp, upward thrusts that stole the air from your lungs, hitting every sensitive place inside you that you couldn’t reach on your own. Each snap of his hips was loud as he fucked you from below, your body bouncing in his grip while he handled you like you weighed nothing.
“Gonna fuck you proper once this exam’s over. Bend you right over that little desk of yours.”
You whimpered, trying to keep your composure. “Mr. Miller, that’s—ah—completely against hospital policy—”
Joel cut you off with a sharp thrust that had you crying out. “Ain’t givin’ a damn about policy.” His voice was full of need. “Just give me that sweet pussy. That’s the only cure I need.”
You bounced harder in his lap, your nurse’s cap sliding crooked on your head. Joel had his eyes locked on the place where his cock kept disappearing inside you, staring like he couldn’t tear himself away if he tried. Your juices were gushing out around him, slick and glossy as they spilled down your pussy and coated his veiny shaft, dripping lower until they glazed over his heavy balls. Each thrust stirred more out of you, your arousal making it sinfully easy for him to slide in and out of you.
“Goddamn,” he rasped, brushing his thumb over your clit in firm circles. “Look’a cha. Best nurse in the world. Only one who knows how to treat me right.”
“Patient’s condition… escalating,” you gasped, barely able to keep your voice steady. “Doctor’s orders… continued stimulation until release.”
Joel’s laugh was broken, desperate. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me, baby.” He bucked his hips up into yours harder, his breath ragged in your ear. “Don’t you stop now. You hear me? Don’t you dare stop.”
You rode him harder, your body shaking as you reached for release. Joel held you like he’d never let you go.
“Good nurse,” he locked his hands hard on your hips, as he yanked you down with a force that stole the breath from your throat. His cock bottomed out inside you in one brutal, perfect thrust, slamming the blunt head into your cervix and making your whole body seize around him. You clenched tight, an involuntary squeeze that dragged a guttural “fuuuck—” out of Joel as he did it again, and again, pounding up into that deep, aching spot until you were trembling in his grip. Every time he hit your cervix your vision sparked.
“Mr. Miller—” you gasped, your voice breaking into a whimper, “you’re—ngh—you’re gonna make me—”
“Procedure be damned,” Joel growled, snapping his hips up again and again, fucking you harder, faster, until you were bouncing helplessly in his lap. His voice was a rasp in your ear, half-mocking, half-desperate. “Ain’t leavin’ this room till I get every bit of what I need outta you.”
Your nurse cap slipped to one side, barely hanging on while Joel skimmed his palm up from your hip to your chest. His other hand stayed between your thighs, circling your clit in focused strokes. He grabbed your shirt and tugged hard enough to pop a couple buttons, the fabric pulling open and baring your breasts to the heat of his stare. Then his hands were on you. cupping your tits and squeezing them like he needed every bit of you in his hands.
He dragged his thumbs over your nipples, slow then firmer, until they peaked under the friction. He kneaded harder, rolling your nipples between his fingers, brushing them again and again while he kept working your clit with steady pressure.
“Goddamn,” he locked his eyes on your tits as they jumped. “These perfect tits bouncin’ for me. My good little nurse got the prettiest titties.”
“Y-you’re—ahhh—being inappropriate,” you tried to scold him, your words torn apart by the pace of his thrusts.
Joel pinched your nipple just enough to make your whole body jolt. “Yeah? And what’s my punishment, nurse? Huh? You gonna write me up while ’m buried in this sweet cunt?”
You let your head fell back, your moans were high and helpless as he fucked you harder, driving his hips up to meet every grind of yours. His mouth found your chest, scraping his teeth over your breast, sucking hard until you gasped.
“Fuck, Joel—” you moaned, breaking character without even realizing.
“Mm-hm,” he grunted against your skin. “That’s it, baby. Forget that little game. Just ride me. Take me deep. That’s all I need.”
You whimpered, clawing at his shoulders, your whole body tightening. The hand between your thighs kept working you with single-minded intent, pressing two of his thick fingers harder against your clit, grinding that sensitive bundle with the rough pads before he started flicking them in quick motions. He dragged those same fingers in circles, then snapped them up and down again.
You jolted, almost sobbing at the sudden rush of sensation. “Oh, God—Joel—”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he panted, never letting up. “Gonna make my nurse cum. Gonna watch you fall apart on me.“You’re so fuckin’ tight, darlin’. Squeezin’ me like you’re already there.”
Your body shook, the pressure was unbearable, Joel’s cock hitting you just right while his fingers worked your clit mercilessly. His chest was slick with sweat against yours, his breath hot and ragged at your ear, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged you. “Cum for me. Show me how good this big cock fucks you.”
That was all it took. The world went white, you seized around him as your orgasm ripped through you, making you scream his name, clinging to him like you’d drown without him, your pussy milking his cock in desperate pulses.
Joel spilled curses against your skin. “Fuck—fuck—yeah, just like that, baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.” His thrusts turned erratic, harder, deeper, until he finally slammed you down and held you there, buried to the hilt.
He rembled under your when he came, a deep sound tearing out of him as he spilled inside you. Heat flooded you in thick pulses, he was pumping his chm so deep you could feel every hot ribbon of it painting your walls, settling warm in the very pit of you, like he was marking the deepest part of your body from the inside out.
He wrapped his arms around you and crushed you to his chest, holding you steady while those last shuddering aftershocks ripped through him. He gave you one more slow and helpless thrust as another thick pulse leaked into you, he clung to the feeling of being still buried inside you, still spilling, still claiming.
“Hell of a check-up,” he rasped finally, his voice wrecked. “Don’t know what kinda insurance covers this, but I’ll pay cash.”
You laughed weakly against his chest. Joel still had you locked against him, your thighs trembling around his hips, his cock softening inside you but refusing to let you go just yet. He leaned back against the headboard, stroking absent patterns across your damp spine.
Joel huffed a laugh. “That the standard follow-up procedure, huh? Wear a man out so he can’t walk out the damn door?”
You smiled weakly against him, still floating. “Only for the most difficult patients.”
He squeezed your ass gently, reassuring, like he couldn’t stop touching you. “Yeah, I’ll give you that. I was a pain in the ass.”
“You are a pain in the ass,” you murmured, tipping your chin up to look at him. “You kept refusing treatment, arguing with the staff, questioning procedures. If you were a real patient, I’d have kicked you out of the hospital.”
“Lucky for me, you ain’t a real nurse. ’Cause I’d hate to miss out on this kinda medicine.”
You laughed, swatting at his chest, but he caught your wrist easily, pressing your hand flat against his heartbeat. “Feel that?” he asked. “That’s what you do to me, darlin’. Drive it up like I just ran ten miles.”
Your teasing faltered into a soft smile. “Glad I could help your cardiovascular health, Mr. Miller.”
He groaned, but he slid up his hand to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you in for a slow kiss. He moved his lips tenderly against yours. When you finally pulled back, he muttered against your mouth, "Don’t get used to it. Ain’t never gonna put on no costume for you. Don’t ask me to play police officer or cowboy or any other fool shit.”
You grinned against his chest. “But cowboy would suit you…”
“Darlin’.” His warning tone was sharp, but he kept stroking his thumb over your arm in lazy circles. “Don’t push me.”
You giggled, letting yourself relax fully into him. His heartbeat steadied under your ear, his warmth surrounding you, anchoring you.
“Y’know,” he said, almost sheepish, “I did feel stupid at first. All that… silly talk. But you—” He paused, huffed like he hated admitting it. “You make it fun. You make me forget myself.”
You looked up at him. “That’s the whole point.”
“Don’t need no roleplay to want you. But if that’s your thing, nurse… I reckon I’ll let you treat me again sometime.”
You beamed, settling back against him. “Patient Miller, I’ll pencil you in for a follow-up appointment.”
Joel chuckled low, wrapping you up fully in his arms. “Long as it’s you takin’ care of me, baby… I’ll keep comin’ back.”
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A/N: Maybe some of you remember that a few months back I asked for your thoughts on what kind of roleplay Joel would do with his partner, because I wanted to write something about it. One (or more) of you suggested nurse roleplay, and to whoever said that, thank you so much for the idea :)
I’m also planning a second part where they roleplay with Joel as a contractor and reader as a housewife who hires him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one, if you do, I’d love to read your thoughts about it, and support is always very much appreciated🩷
When your high-powered marketing career goes up in flames, you find yourself back in Texas and out of options—until your old childhood friend Tommy offers you a job at his family’s growing construction company. The only catch? His older brother Joel, the project manager with a chip on his shoulder and zero patience for your city-slicker attitude.
You clash instantly: you’re clever, confident, and painfully corporate. He’s quiet, rugged, and set in his ways. You push his buttons. He pushes back harder. But somewhere between long meetings, late nights, resurfacing memories, and hurt, along with one very unexpected work trip… the tension starts to shift.
What begins as bickering turns into banter. Glances linger. Walls crack. And neither of you is quite sure when things started to change.
summary: you can’t seem to wait for joel to take his blue pills, the urge to take him in your mouth overrides any sense of rationale as you sink down onto the floor, your mouth ready to take him soft, and to your surprise—he doesn’t need any help getting it up.
cw: 18+ MDNI, old!joel, big ‘ol age gap, porn with little plot, joels internal thoughts, pov switching, erectile dysfunction, brief tipsyness, giving joel a blow job, feeling him grow in your mouth, talks of viagra usage, reader has hair, ball fondeling, genital pronouns, lots of spit, cum swallowing
wc: 2.3k
a/n: old man joel is back!! all i want to do anymore is write for him. the amount of reddit fetish forums for erectile dysfunction i had to reluctantly comb through to make this accurate literally fried my brain
You’ve grown quite fond of Joel’s convenient little friends, the powder-blue pills found a seamless way to sneak into your relationship, effortlessly giving you the gift of Joel whenever you wanted him and truthfully, you couldn’t be happier.
The routine was simple, when things got heated, Joel would reluctantly pry you off of him—of course, it was never his choice as he’d stare back at you, his chest rapidly expanding with each heavy breath, face flushed, lips swollen, all from your own doing.
He’d swiftly reach over into the bedside table, the tinfoiled packaging crinkling in his hands as he’d pop the tablets out, throwing them back as if it was nothing.
This was the hardest part, the desire that crept deep inside your bones would be forced to wait, sometimes it could be an hour before his cock finally swelled up, and truthfully you couldn’t wait that long, needing him give you what you’re been craving the whole evening.
In the meantime he’d make it up to you, pleasuring your body like you deserve, using his tongue or his fingers, he’d give you exactly what you need, the soft sounds that fall from your lips are better than any song he’s ever heard, never getting tired of the sound—or your taste, the sweet primal flavor of your cunt stained his tongue, marking your territory.
Now, Joel always tried to time his pill usage right but lord were you eager, pawing and scratching at him like a sex kitten, your words like honey purring in his warmed ears. Keeping up with your sex drive was a challenge he instantly accepted, a pretty sweet thing like you doesn’t come around too often, showing interest in an old man like him, he still can’t believe it, occasionally pinching himself as if he was in a dream, and if he was, he hopes he’d never wake up.
But he wishes things were different, the feeling always crossing his mind while he was patrolling Jackson, trying to stay focused but without you, the short shifts felt longer. His mind always shifted back to the exact same scenario, imagining meeting you now—but him much younger, twenty years ago and with the reactionary period he once had.
He’d think about picking you up from the bar, taking you home and fucking you every which way he could think of, your body sticky and full of his cum from his own repetitive orgasms, his dick strong and hard, all for his girl.
Joel wasn't much different then his past self, but not being able to get hard for you on command always disappointed him, yet he wouldn’t dare watch his women with someone younger, hell—he’d pop someone’s eyes out if they even stared in your direction.
It especially bothers Joel when it comes to nights like this, the two of you tipsy from the bar, a couple shots of whisky swirl in his belly as he wobbles through the door, his hands on your waist as he leads you into the living room.
Getting distracted, his lips instantly find your pretty and swollen ones as he pushes his face into yours, his beard skimming the soft skin of your cheeks.
You deepen the kiss, sticking your tongue directly into his mouth, swiping and sucking on his muscle as you moan into his mouth, and he can taste the sweet, sticky grenadine syrup on your tongue.
His skin is buzzing with want and god, he wants you so fucking bad—running his hands down your back and to your ass, he grips the flesh between his fingers.
Joel can feel his dick throbbing through his jeans but it’s still soft, his whole body awake except for his lazy cock, soundly asleep in the confines of his briefs.
He pulls off your reddened lips, preparing to give you the same run around, the usual agonizing waiting game for the pills to work but you quickly fall to the ground, your knees making a thud sound as they hit the wooden flooring.
Staring at him with wide eyes, you push your face into his jean-covered cock, rubbing your face into the warmth of his crotch.
“What are you doin‘ down there?” Joel questions, his hand coming down and around your jaw to hold it in place, caressing the bone with the pad of his thumb.
You can’t possibly wait for the pills to work tonight, the alcohol making you soft and desperate to take care of him tonight. The thought overrides your rational thinking process as you hum against him, ignoring his hand as you press your mouth hard into the fabric, the cool metal of his fly sending shivers up your spine.
His cock is still heavy even when soft, as you take it in your mouth, the scratchy denim tickling against your lips as you gather a glob of spit onto your tongue, sticking it out and onto his pants, running the muscle along the material.
You lazily roll your tongue around him, sloppily making out with his clothed cock as he shrugs his jacket off, throwing it somewhere behind him on the couch.
“Yer killing me darlin’,” Joel sighs, but you can’t seem to listen to him tonight, desperately needing to wet his soft cock with your lips.
He’s slathered it in your spit by the time you're done, sitting back on the balls of your feet as you stare at the sticky mess you created, the fabric completely darkening around his bulge.
Moaning, you latch back on to a dryer spot on his jeans, and the warmth of your mouth causes Joel to hiss, the feeling starting to soothe him as he finally relaxes into your touch, knowing you want him just like this—soft and pliant for your mouth, as his hand finds solace in your hair, his nails prickling the skin of your scalp.
“Didn’t get ta’ take anything yet darlin’. ‘s gonna take a while to kick in.”
Whining, you refuse to stop slobbering against him, biting down on his soft cock through the fabric, your action causing Joel to jump.
“Don’t care, want you in my mouth now. Can’t wait.”
Joel breathes through his nose, finding himself unable to say no to you when you're like this, the liquor always going straight to your cunt.
You take control of the situation, quickly bringing your shaky hands up to his button, you begin to toy with the fabric, tugging it through the small keyhole.
Your actions cause his belly to slightly poke out from his shirt as you smile. The brown, curly happy trail is nicely highlighted by the pale contrasting skin on his stomach, the skin never seeing the light of day, its bareness saved for you during intimate times like this. Pressing your lips to the skin instantly gets a reaction out of Joel, his breath shaky as you feel the gentle inhale of his soft belly.
Your lips travel further down to the metal of his zipper, biting down against the golden material as you pull it down with ease, his spit soaked, blue boxers poking through the opening.
“Darlin’ I don’t want you doing anything just ‘cus you’re feelin’ bad for me.”
“That’s not why Joel,” you tut, snaking your hands around the waistband of his briefs, “wanna feel, wanna feel him just like this.”
Joel grunts as you pull his jeans and underwear down to the ground, the material pooling down against your knees.
You’re thankful Joel is well endowed, his soft cock still sits perfectly against his balls, the tip, pink and pretty as you run your hands up his thighs, staring at the sight.
“So pretty, just like this, always so shy when I touch you.” Praising him, you can feel his thighs clench against your fingertips, the muscles causing his soft dick to twitch ever so slightly, licking your lips at the view perched between his legs.
Looping your lips around the tip, you begin to take him in your mouth, the salty skin brushes against your tastebuds, a flavor you’ve quickly grown accustomed to, involuntarily humming around his squashy cock.
Joel’s hands flutter back into your hair, smoothing the unruly hairs that crowd your eyes, out of your face with his palm. He wants to savor this view, still unable to fathom how someone like you could want his soft cock this badly, but he can’t complain, the feeling is too perfect to stop.
You curl your lips around your teeth, creating a plush barrier to press down against the head, feeling it squish against your skin.
“Look at ya, mouths just made for me.” He hisses, his large fingers tapping around the skin of your temple.
You moan around his cock, your head bobbing forward as you take another inch of him down your throat, his mushy dick melting on your wet tongue.
Slowly guiding him all the way into your mouth, you feel the tip press against the back of your tongue. Swallowing around his member causes his fingers to falter, as he grips back down on your hair, the swift moment is over before you know it as your eyes flutter open.
“Fuck honey, do that again and you’re gonna wake him up.”
You whine around his cock, the vibrations rolling through the flesh and straight to his balls as his hips jerk into your mouth.
You gag, quickly pulling off of him, you press kisses to the skin around his thighs, the hairs tickling your nose as you spread your legs wider, allowing your head to travel lower to his balls, taking one into your mouth.
“Shit, only you can look this pretty, suckin’ me this dirty.” Joel curses, the feeling of your lips licking his balls causing his toes to curl in his boots.
You take a hand back up to his limp dick, grabbing him by the base as you begin to massage the warm sticky flesh, popping your mouth off of his balls to angle the tip of his cock back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the flared head.
And that’s when you feel it— the feeling of his blood rushing starts to bloom throughout his cock as it twitches in your mouth, the base slightly ballooning around your palm.
Gasping, your cheeks puffing in an attempt to smile as you gaze up at him, meeting his own lit-up hazel eyes.
“Feels so good-god, he’s wantin’ you real bad, baby.” The words fall from his lips with excitement, his cock finally hard and with no help this time—just you and your perfect mouth.
Keeping eye contact, you swiftly push him to the back of your throat, quietly gagging as he pushes against your uvula.
The sounds of your wet mouth fill the room, his cock gushing and gliding against your tongue as you pick up your pace, your hands digging into his thighs as you steady yourself
Your lips purse into an ‘o’ shape, bobbing back and forth around his cock as you puff your cheeks out, giving him plenty of room inside of your sweet lips, wanting him to take you like he needs too.
Swallowing around his dick, the spit pricks the side of your mouth, making a mess of your pretty little face as you sloppily suck him off, chasing his orgasm like a bitch in heat.
“Ain’t gonna last honey. S-so good, so good to me.”
Peering up at him, Joel is a mess himself, his forehead slick with sweat at his hair falls into his face, attempting to keep his eyes open to watch you but failing as they clamp shut. He can’t seem to find an appropriate spot to hold onto, his hands going back and forth between gripping his shirt and palming your hair, messily tangling the strands.
There’s nothing holding you back now, his hard cock slipping in and out as you skillfully hold his tip in place inside of your lips, watching him get lost in the pleasure, his member jerking around in your mouth.
Snaking your hand down to his balls, you begin to fondle them again, pinching and swirling your fingers around the hairy skin, feeling them tighten in your hands as his orgasm washes through him with a primal grunt.
You can feel him try to pull out of your mouth but your hand that remains on his thigh clenches down, your nails scratching the flesh as you attempt to tell him no, the garbled sound of disagreement fills the air as you push your mouth against him, hollowing out your cheeks to take his cum.
Words of praise rapidly fall from his mouth, his voice thick and hoarse as he fills your cheeks, his salty seed shooting down your throat.
Humming, you swallow the hot liquid, cleaning his cock with your tongue as you finally release him, your mouth popping right off his already softening cock.
“Can’t believe you got him workin’ honey.” Joel sighs, taking his shaky thumb over your swollen bottom lip.
He swipes the pad of his finger onto the skin, cleaning the remaining liquid that fell off his cock and onto your mouth as you stare back at him, skin warmed with ecstasy and eyes dilated with want—all for your old man.
The sight of your fucked out state reminds him of your neglected cunt against the wood grain of the floor, his knees buckle at the thought of you soaked through your panties, wanting to repay the favor.
“Bet she’s just soakin’ down there darlin’, ‘n I wanna make you feel good if you’d let me.” He offers, his hands meeting your sticky ones as he helps your bruised knees off the floor.
“Want you so bad,” you muster out, as your eyes fall to the floor, watching Joel slide his pants back up his legs.
“‘n I want to taste you, did so good for me honey, thinkin’ you deserve an award.”
All you can do is smile, grabbing him by the hand as you lead him to the bedroom, knowing he’s got a long night ahead of him, situated right between your legs.
husband joel who insists he’s “too damn old” to carve pumpkins but when he comes home from work one evening and see’s you sitting at the kitchen table attempting to carve a face into the fruit, he completely folds for you, taking over and carving a surprisingly great face into it.
husband joel who has such a guilty pleasure for ghostbusters no matter how hard he tries to deny it. one saturday night after a lazy day in sweatpants, he decides to pull out the old dvd despite you guys having netflix, claiming that “s’much better this way.”
husband joel who swears he’s not into the whole “halloween costume shit” but completely folds when he sees you come out of the bathroom wearing the “little outfit” you’d picked out for him. the night then ends with you sprawled out on your belly, black cat lingerie costume on, ass and tail up in the air while he feeds his cock to you in gentle strokes focusing on that special spot inside you, cooing to you when you hiccup and whine “prettiest damn costume in town, baby girl. prettiest pussy too, huh?”
husband joel who on Halloween night, refuses to hand out candy to the kids, too awkward. but when he watches you do it, interacting with the little kids’ Halloween costumes, he gets a huge surge of baby fever.
husband joel who agrees to spend Halloween night inside watching scary movies, laughing and pulling you closer into his chest when you scream at the jump scares in IT and pet cemetery. you both make homemade pizza for dinner that night, joel clumsily trying to roll the dough until you take over and he stands behind you, arms looped around your waist as he presses quiet, messy kisses to the back of your neck, rubbing your belly as you giggle and exclaim about him being distracting. you then spend the rest of the night watching some quieter, less-scary Halloween movies like Edward scissorhands and carrie.
husband joel who swears he doesn’t drink that “pumpkin spice shit” yet still steals sips of yours when you go for a cozy morning walk, admiring the crunchy leaves.
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