to kiss you red
Pairing: jackson!Joel x f!reader x preoutbreak!joel
Summary: "H-how is this possible?" you ask, out loud. "What're ya talkin' about baby," Joel raises a brow. "Gotta be more specific with your old man." "There…there is two of you," You rub your eyes, trying to see if you're actually seeing this. "You're both in this room with me." The one where both Older Joel and Younger Joel are in the same room...and you fuck both of them.
Tags: MDNI 18+, age gap implied, Jackson Joel, he's older, younger joel is pre-outbreak no age described, reader is 30s no age given, oral f!receiving, threesome, double penetration, creampies, lots of dirty talk, feelings somewhat, opting out of a tag to avoid a spoiler, it's not bad i promise, older Joel is dom, younger joel is very down bad, pussy obsessed, squirting, kinktober 2025.
A/N: this has been a slow work in progress for a while. I know what you're thinking. How is it possible? Well, you will see :) but older Joel is just... joel. Younger is specified. I hope you guys enjoy 🖤
Masterlist | Ao3
The shine of the moon on the ceiling is the first thing you see when you open your eyes. When you turn your head. The thin curtains are open. Letting even more light in than they usually would. You were always a stickler for keeping them closed. Afraid someone would somehow peak through them.
Fuck, it feels warm. Actually, a little too warm in your room. Well..it's yours and Joel's room. You've lived here with him in Jackson. For about a year now. Again. You're still not used to him being more than just a friends-with-benefits situation every Thursday. Whole official relationship thing has taken time to get used to.
You are shocked. 'Cause this ain't exactly normal.
You spend most of your nights waking Joel. Complaining that it's a little too cold in here. Begging for him to turn the heat up. Or you steal both of the blankets. Wrapping yourself in them completely.
Most nights. He doesn't mind. But tonight, when you realize you've kicked them off to the end of the bed. It makes you raise a brow. You turn your head to the side. Joel's out of bed. His glasses still on the nightstand. That cup of water he keeps there is still full. The alarm clock is turned off.
What the fuck is going on?
You shake your head. That's when you hear a noise. Sounding like a knife against wood. Your eyes go to the end of the bed. Over to the chair by the fireplace. You see Joel. Why the hell is he awake in the middle of the night? The light from the fire brightening his gray hair. Beard untrimmed.
Smiling. You just watch him. This is what you were used to. Joel…sitting in that chair. It is usually really early in the morning. That's when you hear a noise. Sounding like another chair moving. When you glance over.
There is a shadow. A figure across from him. You rub your eyes. Wait. No. There's no way that this is real. Seriously, it can't be.
Because… it's also Joel. Well, you're pretty sure. It's just not the Joel you're used to. He's younger. Probably twenty years younger. His hair is a dark brown. Barely any facial hair. Not even a hint of gray in any of it. He's not a man full of scars. Didn't even have the same look on his face.
"H-how is this possible?" you ask, out loud.
"What're ya talkin' about baby," Joel raises a brow. "Gotta be more specific with your old man."
"There…there is two of you," You rub your eyes, trying to see if you're actually seeing this. "You're both in this room with me."
"'S true," Younger Joel replies. "Ya ain't seeing things. Promise ya, it's just the three of us in this room."
Physically. This is impossible, right? Two of the same person can't exist at the same time. Unless you're in some alternate reality. You pinch a random part of your arm. Just enough to feel something. You feel that tingle from the pinch.
So. This has to be real.
"C'mon over here, sweetheart," Joel uses two fingers, motioning you toward him. "Don't ya wanna spend time with us?"
Well. Yeah, of course you do. You sit up in bed. Still confused. Still trying to understand how any of this is happening. When Younger Joel stands up. Shifting his eyes over to Joel. Tilting his head slightly toward you.
Did they talk about this? Before you woke up. Wow…that's strangely hot. Joel stands up. Walking across the room until he's at the edge of the bed. Staring at you. He pulls you up by your arm gently. Right off the bed and onto your feet.
You can't lie and say you haven't thought about this. What his younger self was like. But to have him actually standing in front of you. It's seriously fucking crazy.
"You sure this is real?" You ask. "I'm not hallucinating?"
"'S real, darlin'," Younger Joel says, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "Been waitin' for you all night."
"All night?" You ask, confused.
You swore you heard him come to bed. That you even felt him lying next to you as you drifted off to sleep. Maybe you were wrong. Dreaming things, you suppose.
"Tonight's all about you," Younger Joel whispers. "'Bout makin' you feel good. Ain't that what you want?"
"Both of you?" You ask.
Both of them. Completely into…you.
"Mhm," Younger Joel confirms.
"Ya can stop us at anytime," Joel says. "Just gotta use the word."
The word. It's a thing you and Joel set up. In case things go a little too far. It happened once. After that, he needed to be sure it never happened again. Red. Red is the word you use. It's the agreement.
Joel grips your jaw. Turning your head away from his younger self. Forcing you to look into his brown eyes. It's his way…always has been. To make sure you were okay. You nod your head at him.
When suddenly his lips are on yours. His tongue swiping at your bottom lip just to get into your mouth. Your lips smack against his. So slow. His hand goes to your throat. A way to keep you balanced.
But his younger self? He is hungry. Hungrier than the version you're used to. He grabs the edge of your face. Turning you toward him. Breaking the kiss with Joel. His lips are on yours.
Kisses with him. They feel different.
More sloppy. Rushed even. Like he needs you so bad he can't control himself. Unlike his older self. Who is more precious. Takes his time to savor every single inch of you. But you like it. The feel of his lips.
You keep kissing him. It's the only sound you can hear in the room. Besides your breathing. But Joel's hands start to move. Letting go from that gentle grip around your neck. His fingers trail in between your breasts. Fuck, his calloused fingers. They feel so different than Younger Joel's.
They stop right at your pajama shorts.
"Let's get these off ya, sweetheart," Joel mutters. "Ain't gonna be needin' them anyways."
His fingers go to the waistband. Slipping them off and down your legs. Jesus. Younger Joel's mouth is on your throat. Sucking hard enough to leave hickeys across it. Before you realize your panties are already on the floor.
"Take them off," You point to Joel's pants.
The thing about Joel since he's gotten older. It takes him longer to get hard. Being fifty-eight and all. But once he gets hard. It takes so long for him to cum. When he does. It's a lot. So fucking much you're practically stuffed full.
You hear the sound of his zipper dragging down. What the—did he fall asleep in his jeans?
Fuck. This isn't the time to think about that. Not when Younger Joel is slowly dragging your shirt up your stomach. He's pulling it over your head so fast. Throwing it right down onto the floor with your shorts.
Your hand goes to Joel's chest. Jesus. In that short time of taking off your shirt. He has also taken his off. Your fingers slightly brush against the large scar on his stomach. Then on all the hair that grows there. Your favorite thing.
That rough patch of hair. Trailing down right to his cock.
You wrap your hand around him. He's…already hard. It's something you still haven't gotten use to. Just how big he really is. But it does shock you. Maybe he took something. Planned for this whole thing to happen.
Your thumb rubs the pre-cum from his head down his length. Joel lets out a loud groan. His hand going back to your throat. Brushing one of his fingers against your bottom lip. There is something about him. Even after all this time. That takes your breath away.
"So goddamn beautiful," he mutters.
Younger Joel's hands leave you. When you look over at him. His shirt is going over his head. You have no other words or thoughts. Just notice how different they are. His chest isn't covered in scars. Hairy. Just like Joel's. But not nearly the same.
Two different versions of him. Two different stories. Joel puts his lips back on yours. Kissing you in that slow but oh so mesmerizing way he always does. Wow, you never expected to be into this. Before you know it. Younger Joel is on his knees in front of you.
Kissing your thighs. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Is he..? You look down at him. Your eyes meeting his brown ones. You break the kiss with Joel. Start to shake your head. He doesn't have to. You can't do anything to him down there.
"Let me take care of you," Younger Joel says, kissing your inner thigh. "Deserve to feel good, baby."
"Joel," you protest.
But he cuts you off. Burying his face into your puffy cunt. Dragging his tongue from your clit. To your dripping enterance. God, you're so wet. Just from them kissing you. Undressing you. Their hands all over your body. Can't even imagine what's going to happen when this goes any further.
You keep stroking Joel. Taking your time as your hand goes up and down his cock. Bringing out those low groans. Jesus, it's so hard to focus with everything right now. Suddenly, your eyes go wide. You choke out words you can't even understand.
As Younger Joel wraps his lips around your clit. Sucking hard.
"Oh my god," you cry out, fingers tangling in his hair.
Feeling the messy kisses of Joel on your neck again. Sucking against your collarbone as he leans down. That's when you see it. Fucking Christ. The way Younger Joel's eyes roll back. How loud he's groaning into your precious cunt.
"Darlin', listen to him," Joel whispers in your ear. "Like he ain't ever had pussy like yours before. Practically starvin'. Soundin' like me the first time I ever had ya."
The first time Joel ever ate you out. He was on his knees for what felt like forever. Didn't even let you do anything but grind against his tongue. Younger Joel is acting just like he did. Eating you like he's starving. Gripping your thighs.
Moaning into your pussy as he sucks on your clit. So hard it's making you gasp. Your fingers dig into his dark hair.
"Fuck-fuck," you whimper. "You're gonna make me cum."
Younger Joel suddenly brings his fingers to your pussy. Teasing your dripping hole. Circling them just outside. Before he shoves them inside of you. You bite your lip. Doing your best to muffle your crying. He keeps sucking your clit. His fingers working in and out of you at a merciless pace.
"Gonna-" your eyes roll back. "Cum—my god."
"Give it to him, sweetheart," Joel says, looking down at you. "He's earned it. Let him feel you cum 'round his fingers."
Your eyes meet his.
It's Younger Joel’s groans. His fingers inside you. His tongue circling your clit now. All of it pushes you right over the edge. You cum. Juices coating his fingers as he fucks you through it. You’re cumming so hard that you're wetting his face. Goddamn. You can barely breathe.
"You're feelin' good, ain't ya gorgeous," Joel praises. "Cunt all tired out from cumming?"
"Pussy's so perfect," Younger Joel breathes, "Just can't get enough of her."
You give a weak nod to them. As Younger Joel pulls out his fingers. Putting your leg down on the floor. Uh, god. You can barely stand. He stands up next to you. Rubbing his two fingers against your lips. Before he shoves them into your mouth.
"Alright, baby doll," Joel starts. "This is how we're gonna do this. I'ma fuck that pretty ass of yours. Take it nice and slow, just like I taught ya."
Swirling your tongue around Younger Joel's fingers. All you taste is yourself.
"He's gonna fuck that tight pussy of yours," he continues. "Since he's so obsessed with it. Ya okay with that?"
His fingers leave your mouth. A line of spit connecting from your lips to them. Your eyes stay on Joel. Unable to say anything. Just staring into his eyes. You never realized just how much you loved looking at them.
"Need ya words, darlin'," Joel says. "Ain't doin' this without a 'kay."
"Yes," you reply. "I want both of you."
Younger Joel lifts you up, suddenly. What the hell is he…? Making your eyes go wide. Joel comes up behind you. Grabbing your ass to support your body. Younger Joel's forearms go under your knees. Hands gripping your thighs. Holding you open for the both of them.
"Put your arms around our shoulders," Younger Joel orders.
You listen. Of course. You'll do anything that they tell you right now. Your arms move around their necks. Stopping at the back. Fuck, this is seriously insane. Joel's hands grip your ass harder. Lifting you up more.
"Ya ready for me?" Younger Joel asks. "I get to the be the first one inside you."
"Please," you beg.
Gently. He adjusts you. Lifting you up just enough to line your overly sensitive pussy up with his thick cock. Oh god—it's happening. Pushing the head inside you. Your mouth opens wide as he starts to fill you.
"So fuckin' tight," Younger Joel chokes out. "Can't believe how perfect she feels 'round me."
It burns slightly. The stretch. Something after all this time you haven't gotten used to. But slowly it turns into pleasure as he pushes all the way inside. Fuck. Fuck. His tip kissing your cervix. He kisses your shoulder. Pulling out nearly all the way. Just to slam back inside of you. Making you cry out.
"It feel good?" Younger Joel asks. "Me fillin' all of your cunt?"
You don't have time to answer. Joel spits in his free hand. Covering his throbbing cock with it. Making sure there is enough lubricant. Positions it between your cheeks, slowly starts pushing inside.
Jesus, what feels like an entire thrust. Is just an inch of his cock.
"Slower…" You cry out.
Joel kisses your neck. It's stinging. Just the stretch alone is making your eyes water. But he keeps going. Pushing more and more into your ass. Until he's fully buried. Both of them are inside you. Cocks as deep as they can possibly go.
"That's it," Younger Joel says. "We're both all the way in now."
"Move," you mumble. "Just move."
They both start moving inside you. It takes your breath away. Joel pulling completely out of your ass until the thick head is all that's left. Slamming back in.
Younger Joel's pulling out. Pushing back inside ‘til he hits your cervix. Then he starts grinding against you. Your clit practically rubbing against his stomach. The hair there making the stimulation feel a million times better.
All you can do is moan. Not really talk.
Who could in this situation?
"Both of our cocks makin' you feel drunk, baby?" Joel asks, slamming into you again.
Younger Joel grips you tighter. Trying to keep you steady. You can't help it. You start to squirm your hips. To chase that feeling on your clit. Whining as both of their cocks move inside you. Younger Joel presses into you so hard. His dick pressing more into your g-spot.
Joel pulls out all the way. Slamming right back into you. Causing your clit to rub more against Younger Joel. Fuck—you're going to.
"Fuck-fuck, I'm gonna—" you cry out.
You cum. Practically squirting all over him. Wetting his lower stomach. So much that it soaks the hair at the base of his cock. Without warning, Younger Joel chokes out a loud moan. Stopping completely.
"Look baby—" Joel grunts, still thrusting slowly into your ass. "Pussy got him fuckin' spillin' already."
You feel it. Younger Joel's warm cum dripping out of you. Coming out of your used cunt around his cock. He's still hard. Probably has something to do with all the stamina. It only makes him fuck you a little faster.
God—fuck.
"Joel," You cry.
"Such a good fuckin' girl," Younger Joel praises. "Pussy so tight around me. Made me bust so goddamn quick."
Turning your head slightly. Your lips meet Joel's. Small kisses against his. You can't help all the little moans and gasps coming out of your lips. Especially when Younger Joel bites on your neck. Wow—fuck. You don't know if it's both the cocks inside you.
The pressure could be another thing. Or Younger Joel constantly hitting into your g-spot. Ohhh. You cum. Your cunt. Your ass. Squeezing both cocks inside you. Gushing all over them. Younger Joel slams into you.
"There she is," Joel whispers. "Cummin' all over both our cocks. Ain't that right, darlin'?"
They don't stop. Just keep fucking you through it. Even as your pussy is squeezing so tight. You think Younger Joel might cum again.
But…he doesn't. Just mumbles into your ear.
How good you feel. How you're taking it like a good girl. How bad he wants you to cum all over him again. Oh, god. Your hand goes to the back of Joel's head. Tangling in his gray hair. Uh. Fuck. You're so overstimulated. From feeling both of them driving into your pussy and ass.
"Fuck," You whine. "I really can't cum again."
"You can," Younger Joel says, slamming his cock into your sensitive cervix. "Gotta at least give us one more, don't ya think?"
Ugh. You can't. Really. You feel like you can't do anything but take it.
Your legs are shaking. Your head feels so clouded. Can't even really talk except for a few words. You're so cock drunk as they're holding you. Keeping you perfect between the two of them. You can feel their hands everywhere.
No. You just…can't.
Joel picks up the pace inside your ass. Going from his slow thrusts in and out to a little rougher. His hips smacking against you. God, there's no way you can. You feel so full. Fuller than you felt a few minutes ago.
"Please," you beg. "I-I can't."
Joel rests his forehead against yours. "Focus, baby," he mutters. "Focus on makin' yourself feel good. Just like I taught ya before."
"What if I can't," You cry.
"You can, sweetheart," he kisses your forehead. "Gotta just do it."
You had a hard time. Before when you and Joel first got together. You kept staying in your head. Not being able to focus. But Joel? He taught you how to get yourself out of it. Take yourself away from everything you were thinking about. Breathe through it. Focus just on yourself.
That is your favorite thing about him. Well—Them? Technically. They always put you first. The problem is. You are about to cum for the third time in less than two hours.
It feels fucking impossible.
"No-no," you whine.
"One more, give us just that," Younger Joel says, his cock hitting your spot once again. "One more. Ya can be done after that, promise ya."
You are trying so hard. Really…you are. The build up is there. You can feel it in your cunt. The way you're getting tighter around both of them. When Joel pulls his cock almost fully out of your ass. Leaving just the head. Younger Joel is thrusting in. Pushing right against your cervix.
It's something you've never felt before. A mix between pure bliss and absolute torture. An edge you wouldn't mind staying in. Younger Joel rolls his eyes back. More of his cum gushing onto his cock. He barely lasted before.
You're surprised he is lasting now.
"Fuck, darlin'," Joel hisses out. "I ain't gonna last much longer."
He picks up his merciless pace. You know that means he's close to cumming. It's what you've learned after this year of being together. Both of their breathing picking up at the same time. It's hot. So goddamn hot. Both of them being right on the edge with you.
It isn't until they both slam into you at the same time. Fully burying themselves into both your holes. That you finally let go and cum. Nearly screaming as you cum all over their cocks.
"Atta girl," Joel praises you.
"Good fuckin' job, baby," Younger Joel follows.
Fucking Christ. Your eyes roll back.
As they fuck you through your last orgasm. Trying their best to hold up your exhausted body as you grip their cocks. Coating both of them with your cum. Fuck—you're surprised you could even do that.
"Baby…I'm gonna-"
Younger Joel is the first to cum. Well…cum again. Slamming into your already filled pussy. Biting down hard on your shoulder. Definitely leaving teeth marks in your flesh. Ouch—it hurts. He groans into your shoulder. Before leaving kisses.
His hot spurts of cum fill you. Coming out all around him as he stays still. Joel…he's still thrusting into you. Savoring that tight feeling of your ass. His forehead still pressed against yours. Kissing your lips lightly before he thrust one last time.
"Sweetheart…ass is fucking squeezing me so good," Joel groans. "I'm cummin'."
Warm cum filling up your ass. He's cumming for so long that you gasp. Feeling it leaking out between your cheeks. God, he's so hot. Gasping into your mouth as he keeps filling you. You give him one big kiss. Biting onto his bottom lip.
Letting go of his lip. You turn toward Younger Joel. Giving him a hard kiss on the lips. Fuck, there isn't enough of you for both of them. No way there is. And somehow. It's you who needs more of them.
They both pull out of you. Cum starts leaking out. You whine so loud from the loss. God, you never thought you'd do that. You could barely handle a third time. But still…they were gone. You wrap your legs around Younger Joel. He carries you to the bed nearby. Gently laying you down.
Kissing your forehead, he asks, "Ya'alright?"
You nod your head as he moves your hair away from your face. Joel walks over. Laying down beside you. Grabbing your hand. Bringing it up to his mouth. They're both next to you. Younger Joel's hand on your thigh. Joel rubbing that spot on your cheek with his fingers.
Fuck, you're exhausted. So tired you could fall asleep right here.
"S'okay," Joel says. "Go to sleep. Plenty more of us in the mornin'."
In a matter of seconds. Like some sort of magical spell. You're asleep. You've never fallen asleep so fast in your entire life. The white ceiling of the bedroom going black as your eyes close. But it's only a matter of minutes before they open again.
You're in your bedroom. The same spot you woke up before all of this started. You turn your head quickly. Looking over at Joel. Who's sleeping with a worn out book on his chest. Reading glasses hanging off his face.
Hell. The whole thing was a dream. A damn good one at that. But it makes you smile. Even in a dream…you could still feel how much Joel loves you. The younger version of him. Who didn't know you. This version of him though. You think loves you the most.
Sitting up. You reach over. Grabbing the book off his chest. Tossing it to the edge of the bed. It's his habit. Falling asleep reading something. When you wake him up. He'll swear up and down he isn't actually asleep.
Just the little things about you two that you love.
You climb on top of him. Immediatly waking him up. He groans beneath you. Mumbling something about his bad back.
"Sweetheart," he mumbles. "What time is it?"
"Late," you shrug, kissing his cheek. "Just wanted to wake you up."
Kissing down his jaw. Your hands move to the black string of his pajama pants. Undoing them. Before you can do anything. You swear that you can feel an eyebrow raise coming from him. As if he thinks something is wrong.
"What's gotten into you?" he asks. "Not that I'm complainin'."
"Just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."