Fired Up For You - no outbreak!joel x f!reader
Story summary: After telling Joel you’ve never been in a fire station, he takes you on a late night field trip and things get haaaawt.
Warnings/tags: Pinv, semi-public sex, Joel cums inside(and early), fucking in a fire truck(riding). Joel being a tease. Readers age not specified, neither is Joels :) au!Joel. Fireman!Joel. No description of reader other than she has breasts and vagina :P any tags I’ve missed lmk🩵
wc: 3k. Im awful at tagging and titles so please just go with me on this.
The rain started sometime after dinner, gently tapping against the window while you and Joel sat curled up on the couch, a slasher movie playing in the background more for the noise than anything. Joel had one arm stretched along the back of the couch, relaxed in that quiet way of his, he was watching you more than the screen. Conversation had drifted into one of those easy, late night talks-half serious, half teasing.
“So!- you ask, facing him. “What’s something you’ve never done?” Joel huffed a small laugh, eyes narrowing like he was thinking. “Never done?” “Yeah,” you pressed. “Come on. Everyone has something.” He shifted slightly, still having a think. “I dunno. I’ve done a lot.”
“Oh- thats not an answer.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “A’right, a’right… I’ve never been on one of those fancy vacations. Ya know resort, beach. All that crap.” You smiled. “I can picture you on a beach.”
He gave you a look. “No, you can’t.”
You laughed, leaning closer. “Okay, yeah, seeing you on a beach would be like seeing a fuckin unicorn fart out lucky charms”. He pinches his brows at you. “Meaning it’s never gonna happen…. Okay my turn-.” Joel’s gaze stayed on you, patient. “Yeah?”
You hesitated for a beat, then shrugged. “It’s ironic, given your profession… but I’ve never actually seen inside of a fire station before.” That got his attention, leaning back slightly.
His brows lifted. “You’re kiddin?”
“Nope.”
Joel stared like you’d just admitted youve never seen the sky. “You’ve never been inside one? Not like.. on a school trip?”
“No, they never did that at my school.” He shook his head slowly, disbelief mixing with amusement. “Huh.”
“What?”
He paused, eyes flicking toward the clock.
A beat passed. Then Joel sat forward, planting his hands on his knees like he’s made a decision, he turned to you, that dry humor settling into his expression. “You wanna see one?”
Your eyes widened. “What? Joel, it’s late-it’s- after 12.”
“So?” He replied so deadpanned.
“You’re serious?”
He shrugged, casual as anything. “Station’s only ten minutes away. The guys on duty should be asleep, I can show you around real quick.” You stared at him, caught between laughter and disbelief. “Is this your idea of making me more spontaneous?”
“Maybe,” he said. “Unless you’re scared.”
“Oh, please” you blew raspberries at him, maybe spitting on him a little.
His mouth twitched. “So?.. we going or what?” He asks, standing. You stood up too, heart suddenly jumping with the strange thrill of it. “I can be spontaneous, Miller” you state as you put on your coat.
Joel watched you for a moment, something warm in his eyes. “C’mon-,” he said softly, “I’ll show you where I spend my time-when I’m not with you.” And with that, the two of you stepped out into the rainy night.
The station was quieter than you expected.
Not silent-not really, there was the low hum of the fluorescent lights, the faint ticking of a clock, half-muffled sound of a television left on in the bunk room upstairs. But downstairs, where Joel had brought you, it felt almost- intimate, in a way you hadn’t expected. Like stepping into the backstage of his life-the polished truck, the hanging gear, the orderly lines of helmets and coats.
Joel stood beside you with his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, watching your reaction with something soft in his eyes. “You alright?” he asked quietly.
You let out a breath, smiling. “Yeah-I just-I can’t believe I’ve never been in a fire station before, it’s fuckin awesome.” Joel turned to you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Not exactly a tourist attraction, darlin,” he murmured.
“Still,” glancing up at him. “It’s where you spend all those long nights, it’s like your-life.” His gaze lingered on you for a beat, the overhead lights feeling warm above you both. “Yeah-,” he said. “Guess it is.”
You walked in further, your footsteps echoing gently on the concrete floor. Joel trails behind you, pointing out various things-explaining what they were and what they did. When you both came by the lockers, you stopped.
Boots. Heavy, black, scuffed with honest work-lined up in a row like soldiers waiting for their next call and attached were the big yellow pants, all covered in evidence of a disaster. You pointed amongst them, curiosity in your eyes. “So which ones are yours?” He nodded toward a pair near the end. Worn in, but sturdy-tough… just like him.
You stepped closer, bending slightly, your fingers touching the thick leather. “Oh my God,” you murmured. “They’re huge.” Joel’s voice came from behind you, lower. “Yer they are.”
You glance over your shoulder all playful but not impressed. “Oh give me a break”
His eyes narrowed with amused warning, “they hurt like hell when someone kicks you with’em.”
You look at him all confused, “why are you lot kicking each other?- oh I don’t wanna know, probably some stupid “guy” thing.” That earned a little chuckle.
You straighten up, grin widening, and before he could stop you, you took off your shoes and one foot slid into the boot.
Then the other.
They swallowed your feet whole, Joel froze for a second, watching. “What’re you doin?” he asked, looking at you like you head ten heads.
“I’m trying them on,” you said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world-the most obvious thing in the world.
You took a few baby steps, wobbling slightly, laughing under your breath. “Oh my god. They weigh a ton.”
“Well, they’re not meant for walking around like-“ He stopped, because you were already reaching for the waist of the pants.
His brows pulled together.
“Oh, relax,” you said, teasing. “I’m just curious.” You pulled them up your legs, the fabric was thick, ridiculously oversized on you, but that only made it funnier-so you carried on.
You pulled your dress up- and off, left in nothing but your flower patterned panties, the cool air of the station prickling your skin. Joel’s gaze flicked away immediately, jaw tightening like he was physically forcing himself to be respectful-and to see if anyone was about.
But he didn’t move. Didn’t tell you to stop.
You hoisted the suspenders over your shoulders with a little triumphant hum, resting them over your boobs. You call his name, making him look at your fabulous ensemble. The pants hung loose on your hips, the big boots, the whole thing looked ridiculous-he was liking what you did with the suspenders though, very much so. His cock stiffens a little, and he stared like it wasn’t ridiculous at all, but like he couldn’t quite breathe.
“Well?” You ask softly, eyes bright. “How do I look?” For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he cleared his throat, voice low. “Like fuckin trouble.”
Your smile softened. “Is that bad?”
Joel took a slow step closer, the space between you shrinking in the dim station light. “No,” he said, quieter still. “Just… dangerous.”
You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was, of how private this felt, even with the rest of the men asleep upstairs.
Joel’s hand lifted, not quite touching, but hovering near the suspender strap like he was deciding whether he was allowed to or not. His voice dropped. “You’re making it real hard for me to be a gentleman here.”
Your breath caught, warmth spreading through your body. “Maybe-,” you whispered, “I don’t want you to be one.”
Joel’s eyes darkened, and for a long beat, the firehouse felt like it was holding its breath with them. Joel’s mouth was still set in that half-serious line, but there was something soft in his eyes as he watched you standing there-swallowed up in his turnout pants, boots clunking on the concrete.
“You’re gonna break your neck,” he muttered, though there was no real bite to it.
You huffed. “I’m fine.”
“You look like a kid playin dress-up.”
“I do not.”
He gave you a slow once over, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Ma’am, those pants are held up by pure audacity right now.”
You laughed, swatting at his arm. “Shut up.”
Joel’s chuckle was low, warm. “C’mon,” he said, nodding toward the truck. “Since you’re already committed to the bit… might as well show you the inside.”
Your eyes widened. “Wait-really?”
“Really.”
You crossed the bay together, your steps exaggerated by the weight of the boots. The fire engine loomed up close, massive and gleaming even in the dim light. You craned your neck. “How do you even get up there?”
Joel lifted a brow. “Usually with less… distraction.”
“Oh, excuse me,” you scoffed. “Some of us aren’t trained professionals.”
He leaned in slightly, voice dry. “Some of us are also not wearin pants four sizes too big.” You made a face, then turned toward the side step grabbing the handle. You lifted one boot-and immediately wobbled, Joel’s hand shot out, steadying you at the waist. “Easy,” he said low, tightening his hold on you.
You clutch the rail harder. “Oh this is impossible!”
“It’s not impossible,” he said, amused. “just not meant to do this with just-lingerie and bravery.”
You burst out laughing, breathless. “Joel!”
“What?” His voice was innocent, but his eyes were not. “Your tit is on the verge of slipping out, darlin.” You tried again, hauling yourself up with a dramatic grunt. One boot landed on the step with a loud clunk.
“There,” you pant. “See?-I’m doing it.”
Joel leaned against the truck, arms folding. “Mm, Real graceful.”
“Oh my god-” You made another attempt, suspenders pulling slightly as you struggled, and Joel’s expression shifted like he was trying so hard not to laugh and wake up the entire station. “You need help there, darlin?” he asks smugly.
“No. I do not need help.”
“Ya sure?”
You glared down at him. “Stop enjoying this.”
“I’m not enjoyin it,” he lied immediately.
You finally managed to climb up, clumsy but triumphant, turning to sit on the edge of the seat inside the cab. The pants bunch and the boots stick out like props. “C’mon, hop aboard.”
Joel’s smile broke properly then, softening his whole face as he stepped up easily, like the truck was a part of him. He settled standing beside you, the space suddenly smaller, warmer. “It’s nice.. bit snug inside-couldn’t swing a dick in there,” you said looking behind you at the controls, the radios, the worn familiarity of it all. Joel nodded. “Yeah. It’s home, in a way-and no, can’t swing a dick in here.”
A beat of silence settled, the teasing fading into something gentler. Then you looked down at yourself, at the absurd uniform hanging off your body as you swung your legs, and laughed softly. “I look ridiculous.” Joel’s voice dropped. “No.” You blinked, meeting his gaze. He was serious now. “You don’t,” he murmured. “You look…” He didn’t finish.
Your breath caught. “Like trouble?” Repeating his earlier words.
His mouth twitched. “Yeah-like trouble.” He admitted.
The air between you shifted, thick with something neither of you joked about. You leaned up a fraction. “Again-Is that bad?”
Joel’s hand lifted, slow, careful, fingers brushing the suspender strap at your shoulder like he needed to ground himself. His voice was quiet. “No. Just makes it hard to think.”
Your lips parted, eyes searching his. “Then don’t,” you whispered.
That was all it took.
Joel leaned down, deliberate, warm-his kiss unhurried but certain, like he’d been holding back and was finally letting himself have this. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, the heavy boots fall off your feet, forgotten. For a moment, in the quiet cab of the fire truck, with the station asleep around you, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Just him. Just you. And the soft, steady heat of finally crossing that line.
Joel pulled you up, deepening the kiss, mixing noises with your whimpers as you clutch his shirt tighter. “Christ…” his voice was low, rough around the edges.
You smiled against his lips, breath catching when he sat down on the seat, shoving his pants down like a man in a mission, “Joel-no-not here.” You looked around like a fucking meerkat, you got major whiplash as he pulled you forward until you were straddling him. Joel was all heat below you, solid-hard, arms wrapping around you like he’s decided you were the only thing that mattered. “C’mon, baby-thought you were gonna be more spontaneous, mmm?” Joel cocked a brow at you, daring you-how dare he.
“Challenge accepted, motherfucker.”
His smile widened, “atta girl.” You ungracefully manage to get the massive pants off, keeping your panties on-just to tease him. “Forgettin somethin, baby.” His eyes dart down as you straddle him again. “Nah, you need a bit of a challenge too, Mr Fireman.” You felt the veins in his arms as he wrapped them around you. “I’ve been in stickier situations, baby.” He wraps one of his giant hands around your throat, as his other hand tugs your panties to the side. Not really much of a challenge but hey ho.
You gasp at the sudden hold, getting wet-as Joel inspects. “Mmm all ready f’me, baby? Not even fuckin touched ya and ya already a mess.” He’s not squeezing hard, but your breaths shorten, whether it’s cause of the lack of oxygen orrrrr you’re turned on as fuck. As you force yourself forward to kiss him-making his loses his grasp on you-he takes that as a green light-holds your waist, making you hover over his cock.
It’s right fuckin there, your pussy just dying to swallow it whole. You know what you’re up against, he’s a big boy-as you discovered the first time you gave him a blow-job. “Fuckin hell, Joel-it’s gonna break my jaw.” He came, so you did a great job.
“Joel-please-“ you shamelessly begged.
You felt him smile against your lips, he lowers you down, the stretch-Jesus Christ-you couldn’t help but loudly gasp, Joel covered your mouth, smiling, “shhhh, baby-don’t wanna wake the guys up do ya?” And with that you close the door, carrying on your whimpers as you adjust yourself on his cock. He shushes you again, running his hands up and down your back. “You’re a’right, baby-take ya time but next shift is iiiiin.. five minutes.”
You laugh as you swat his chest, “shut up, you’re a lot to take.”
“Should’ve ate ya out first, then maybe a couple of fingers.”
You jolt back shocked, forgetting that your speared on his dick. “Didn’t know that was an option?”
“Well too late, darlin.” He’s talking low, relishing the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, trying his damn best not to cum so fuckin quick. Baseball. Grandma naked. Tacos.
“Did you just say, grandma?”
“Yeah -trying me best not to-“
After the penny drops, you laugh softly, “Well, miller-,” you lean in to whisper, “-you’re the one that’s making me wait-cmon on now, I think we’ve waited long enough don’t you?” You end it with a tight clench around his cock, making his hips jerk and let out grunts.
“Fuckin trouble you are, darlin.” He cradles your back, leaning away slightly-giving you a once over, you can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl. God you’re so easy. You give him a tender kiss, adjusting your thighs as you start to roll your hips, grinding down. Your eyes feel heavy from the pure pleasure but jerk open when you hit that spot-mixture of pleasure and pain as you hit it again and again when you grind down on his cock. “Christ almighty, am not gonna last here.”
Oh you took that as a challenge, you honestly didn’t care if you came or not, you wanted to see how quickly he would.
“Aw Joel-feels so good-fuck you feel so good.” That should boost his ego. You quicken your pace, wispy breaths as you lean into his shoulder, Joel grabs your thighs, squeezing them tight-his nails digging in. “No fuck-no ah come on-“ Bless him, he tried SO hard but his hips jerk up as he sprays your walls inside. You’re softly laughing, as Joel notices, “stop—stop laughing. Ah shit m’sorry, baby.”
You give the poor guy a hug, and tell what every man wants to hear, “we take it as a compliment if you cum quick, means ya like us.” Of course he doesn’t buy it, but nonetheless he doesn’t argue. “And don’t worry, your face scrunching-trying SO hard is all the reward I need”
You both sit there for a few moments, catching your breath, running hands over each other. “Didn’t even get a chance to play with these beauties.” He says it so absentmindedly as you suddenly feel giant hands on your tits. “Yeah well, always next time, Joely.”
As you both carry on sitting there, he gives your hip a little pinch. “So?-first time in fire station, how’d ya rate it?”
“Oh. Definitely giving it a ten outta ten. Maybe one day I can ride ya on the go.”
“Oh that’s definitely I challenge I’ll wanna do, baby.”
You hold up your pinky, “swear it.” He gives your finger a little tug with his. “I swear.”
“Okay.”
You look over your shoulder, having a little nose of all the buttons and controls. “Hey-what does this button d-,”
“Don’t push that!!!”
Of course you pressed the big red button you’re NOT suppose to touch.. the siren rang loud, you covered your ears and then all of a sudden, you see figures upstairs-moving and then one after another, the other guys came flying down the pool, wondering what the hells going on, only to see their fellow colleague-naked, with a girl sitting on top of him. Both blushing the same colour red, as the firetruck.
Fuck