part 2 neighbor!joel x reader
mdni. 18+ only. minors, do not interact. neighbor!joel, age gap (reader is mid-20s, Joel is late 30s/early 40s), pining, tension you can taste, slow burn that turns fast, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it irl), possessive!joel, dirty talk, light praise, rough but tender sex, Joel being dangerously soft after wrecking you, feelings absolutely involved. you’re so down bad for Joel it’s almost tragic
His hand cradled your face, thumb stroking over your jaw as he coaxed your mouth open, deepening the kiss.
You felt dizzy, clinging to the soft cotton of his shirt, the hard wall of his chest under your palms grounding you.
“You drive me fuckin’ crazy,” Joel muttered against your lips, voice wrecked, like he hated himself for how badly he wanted you.
He kissed you again, harder this time — like he was trying to erase all the years he hadn’t had you, all the moments you’d brushed past each other and pretended not to feel it.
You gasped when his free hand found your hip, fingers curling into the thin material of your shorts.
The fabric strained as he gripped you, thumb stroking over the soft skin just beneath the hem.
“You come over here lookin’ like this,” he rasped, kissing a line down your jaw to the sensitive spot just under your ear, making you shiver. “In those tiny little shorts, all wide-eyed and sweet… thinkin’ I wouldn’t notice?”
Your only answer was a soft whimper, hips tilting toward him instinctively.
Joel chuckled — low and dark — before sliding his hand up under your t-shirt, dragging his calloused fingers over the bare skin of your waist, your ribs.
He groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, voice strained. “Tryin’ to kill me.”
You whimpered again, nails digging into his shoulders.
Without warning, Joel lifted you — effortlessly — and set you down on the kitchen counter.
The cool granite bit into your thighs, but you barely noticed, too busy drinking in the way Joel’s eyes dragged over your body, hungry and possessive.
He tugged your shirt up slowly, giving you a chance to stop him. When you didn’t — when you raised your arms instead — he peeled it off and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Joel just stood there for a second, breathing hard, hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know where to touch first.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with something like awe. “Prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
You reached for him, whining a little when he didn’t move fast enough, and that finally broke him.
Joel surged forward, kissing you like he wanted to climb inside your skin.
His big hands framed your thighs, spreading them wider so he could step between them, the hard line of his cock pressing against your core through the fabric of your shorts.
You rolled your hips instinctively, seeking friction, and Joel hissed through his teeth.
“Patience, baby,” he grunted, reaching between you to pop the button on your shorts. “Gotta take my time with you.”
He tugged them down your legs — slow, almost reverent — leaving you bare and wanting.
Joel dropped to his knees without a second thought, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders.
“You ever been eaten out proper, sweetheart?” he rasped, hot breath fanning over your dripping center. “‘Cause I ain’t lettin’ you walk outta here without knowin’ what it feels like.”
Before you could answer — before you could even breathe — Joel licked a broad, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you cry out.
You clutched at his hair, hips bucking instinctively as he devoured you, tongue working you open with filthy, practiced precision.
He moaned against you, like the taste of you was his favorite thing in the goddamn world.
You were close embarrassingly fast, thighs trembling, your breath hitching in broken little gasps.
Joel pulled back just enough to look up at you, beard soaked, pupils blown wide.
“Come for me, darlin’,” he rasped, voice gravelly. “Wanna feel you fall apart.”
It only took a few more strokes of his tongue before you were coming, back arching off the counter, whimpering his name like a prayer.
Joel didn’t let up — kept licking you through it, drinking down every last drop until you were trembling.
When he finally stood, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving.
“You’re a fuckin’ dream,” he muttered, pulling you into a messy, desperate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You fumbled for his belt, clumsy and eager, and Joel let you — shoving his jeans down just enough to free himself.
You gasped at the sight of him — thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip.
Joel grunted when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly, teasing him the way he had teased you.
“Enough,” he growled, voice rough. “Need to be inside you, baby. Now.”
He lined himself up, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds, teasing your entrance.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he rasped, voice strained.
“Please, Joel,” you gasped. “Need you.”
He pushed in slow, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open.
You clung to him, nails digging into his back, gasping at the delicious burn.
“Goddamn,” Joel grunted when he bottomed out, forehead pressing to yours. “Tightest little thing I ever felt.”
He gave you a second to adjust before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in — hard enough to make you cry out.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, setting a brutal rhythm. “Take me… just like that.”
Each thrust sent you higher and higher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen.
Joel bent his head to suck a mark into your neck, groaning when you tightened around him.
“Gonna fill you up,” he muttered, voice broken. “Gonna stuff you so full of me, you won’t think about anyone else.”
“Only you,” you whimpered. “Always you.”
Joel groaned — a deep, wrecked sound — and fucked you even harder, chasing both of your releases.
You came first, shattering around him with a loud, keening cry.
Joel followed a few thrusts later, spilling deep inside you with a ragged moan of your name, hips jerking helplessly.
He stayed buried inside you for a moment, breathing hard, forehead still pressed to yours.
“You okay, baby?” he muttered after a minute, voice rough with tenderness.
You nodded, too blissed-out to speak, and Joel smiled — soft and sweet — before pulling you into a gentle kiss.
“Next time,” he whispered against your lips, “we do it in a bed.”
You laughed breathlessly, clinging to him.
“I’m holdin’ you to that,” you whispered back.
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