The Mundane Kind of Love
Pairing: husband! Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: You marry Joel Miller not for love, but for convenience, and now you are bound by vows to a man whose gruffness hides more than you expect.
CW: 18+ MDNI, marriage of convenience, lots of fluff, slow burn romance with eventual smut, lil bit of angst, jackson!Joel, husband!Joel, wife!reader, mild anxiety, outbreak, alternate universe, big age gap (unspecified), oldman!Joel, dirty talk, pet names, p-in-v, multiple orgasms, oral, fingering, spitplay, praises, cumplay, one premature ejaculation, grinding, aftercare, size kink, talk of pregnancy, breeding kink.
Word count: 9.4k
Note: I wrote this one for my birthday today. Joel Miller as a husband is concerningly close to being a birthday present. I want that old man. I wouldn't mind unwrapping that old man on my birthday lol, sorry not sorry.
All characters are fictional and adults. Read at your own discretion. I’m not responsible for your media consumption.
This is not what you thought your life would be, but somehow you find yourself here in Joel Miller's house while the fireplace glows, warming the room.
You took his last name just this afternoon, in front of your friends and his family. He took a vow that you were not really sure if he meant it from the heart.
As you were unsure about your own.
Because you do not love Joel Miller, but now you are his wife.
Deep down in your mind, you have a selfish idea that you can still leave now. Everything will be forgiven. You do not have to stay if you are not sure. But you also know that this was your decision.
Either it was a wise decision or a desperate one, you are not sure.
Three weeks ago, when you were peacefully eating your stew in the hall, Tommy Miller approached you with a grin on his face. "Hey there, sunshine," he greeted.
"What do you want?" you eyed him.
"Can't I jus' say hello to my dearest ol' friend?" he chuckled, sitting down next to you. "Those boots suit you well," he nudged your boot with his.
You smiled but rolled your eyes at him. "I'm not interested in married men, sorry. Scram now, good sir."
Tommy let out a loud laugh. "M'not flirtin' with ya for fuck's sake. Maria would cut off my balls, y'know that."
"Yeah, I know. And I would help her happily," you said before eating a spoonful.
"Need a favor from ya," he muttered. "For old time's sake."
You turned to look at him. "And which old time's sake?" you asked. Tommy gave you a look that told you he was being serious. You sighed, "Alright. Spit it out."
You knew exactly what Tommy meant, but you just wanted to taunt him a little. You two had known each other long before Jackson. Tommy first met you when he saved you from a raider. His short-tempered nature made him smash a glass bottle over the head of the bastard, and he threatened to shoot him in the head if he did not want to leave you alone.
You did not trust anyone back then, so you spat on Tommy after he saved your life. One thing led to another. He had been friends with you ever since, despite how much older he was compared to you. None of that mattered when the two of you were just surviving, trying to see another day.
Until you two ended up here in Jackson, a place with a new hope. Where Tommy met the love of his life, Maria.
You had never seen Tommy so happy in his life as when you saw him after he married Maria. You were happy for them, even when you and Tommy had a fling a long time ago. It did not matter now. Neither of you made a big deal out of it. You loved him as a friend, and you were truly happy for him.
Tommy stared at you deep. "Promise me you won't overreact."
"I promise," you declared, feeling annoyed at him.
He looked around for a second, making sure no one was eavesdropping. And no one was. People were eating and chatting, minding their business.
Tommy cleared his throat, then he leaned closer and whispered, "I want you to try goin' on a date with my brother."
As the words left his mouth, you turned fully to stare at him in disbelief. "Your— WHAT?!" you yelled.
People turned their heads to look in your direction. Tommy muttered a sorry to them while you were still stunned. Shocked. Horrified.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!" you yelled again at Tommy.
People turned their heads once again to check on you before returning to their own business.
Tommy flicked your forehead. "I told ya not to fuckin' overreact, goddamn it."
You finally looked around, finally noticing that you just made a scene before glaring back at Tommy. "You just fucking said you want me to go on a fucking date with Joel Miller," you whispered, feeling scared that anyone would hear. "Tommy— what—" you paused, "Are you fucking insane?"
"What's wrong about one date with Joel? S'not a big deal."
You made a face. "Did a clicker eat your brain out somewhere during patrol?" You scowled at him before whispering again, "He's old, Tommy. Like so, so old."
"You usually have a crush on older guys anyway. It's only Joel," he muttered as if it wasn't a big deal.
He wasn't wrong. But you still did not want to go. "Why does it have to be me? Can't you ask someone else? It's fucking weird. Joel is like a really mean old man. I have nothing in common with him."
"Hey, careful there. That's my brother you talkin' about," Tommy warned. "He's been through some shit. Things that would keep him at night. And now that Ellie's all grown up... he's been alone most of the time."
"That's not my fucking problem," you mumbled.
Tommy glared at you, making you stop complaining for a second, and listened to him. "Maria and I told him s'no good for him if he keeps drownin' in his loneliness. And guess what? The man finally listened once in his life. Now he's lookin' for a wife."
"The fuck?" you looked even more annoyed. "Do I look like I'm interested in getting married any time soon? I don't even wanna go on a date with him."
"Why not?"
"He's old."
"Didn't stop you from sleepin' with me back then."
You frowned at the reminder. "That was one-time. And— he's even older than you, asshole."
"It's jus' Joel," Tommy muttered. "He's way better than those punks you had a crush on."
"I don't even know him, Tommy," you grumbled. "The man's barely said three words to me since he got here years ago. He's mean."
Tommy sighed. "Listen, Maria told me you cried to her the other day," he muttered, making you turn your gaze from him. "Sayin' things like you feel tired doin' everythin' on your own. Said you need someone to love ya in this new part of the world we live in, 'cause you feel so alone, even in the crowd. Ain't that right?"
"Shut up," you mumbled as you looked away.
"Guess even your sunshine has its cloudy days, huh?" Tommy stared at you. "Then try with him."
"Ask someone else."
"I could've. Y'know, women in all Jackson would be all over him if I informed them of this. But I came to ya first."
"Why? Because you think he's the right one for me?"
"'Cause I care 'bout ya, stupid. I know my brother wasn't a saint, well, none of us was. But he sure does protect the ones he loves. And, hell, I jus' want the best for ya," Tommy said before getting up from his seat. "Though I can't decide anythin'. It's your call. Jus' sleep on it," he stated before patting your back and walking away.
You did end up going on that date.
The one that leads you here now. In your husband's house. Even if it still feels foreign to you to think that you are someone's wife now.
You refuse to believe that you are only here because you are desperate. But you know you are.
This marriage is supposed to be convenient for both of you. Joel needed a wife, and you wanted someone to love or care for, or to be loved. Hell, you were not sure. All you knew was that you were so tired of being alone. You were used to surviving all your life, so the calmness of the future days scares you. It made you feel so alone sometimes in the past few years. Even Tommy and Maria knew that, and they were trying to help you so you would not feel so alone anymore.
You were fine with it. Had always been fine with being alone. Finding peace in your own company and cherishing the moments you have with your friends in the community. But there were times when the voices in your head got too loud that you wished you had someone to make you forget about them, to tell you that everything is going to be fine.
And then there was this option for you to marry Joel Miller.
You had asked Tommy why Joel asked for your hand after one date, and the younger Miller said, "Joel don't do casual no more, not after he's lost so many people he cared about. He wants to make things right. Wants to live his life." Tommy stared deep into your eyes, even when you frowned as you considered the older Miller's proposal. "If he asked to marry you, then he meant it. He wants to marry you," he explained back then.
You keep fidgeting with the hem of your flannel as you sit on the couch near the fireplace while waiting for your husband, as he brews coffee for you both in the kitchen.
"You okay?" Joel asks, putting both mugs on the table in front of you.
You nod and grab one of the mugs. "Thank you."
The coffee smells good. You are not sure if you should have one, though. Your heart is already beating so fast. But Joel said it is a celebration for the two of you tonight, and you both love coffee.
It is so awkward now. You do not know what to say, and Joel does not say anything either. The silence is deafening.
"Where's Ellie?" you ask, breaking the silence.
"In her room in the garage. She seemed happy today. Talked a lot. A rare thing to see these days," he admits.
"What do you mean? I think Ellie talks a lot just fine. Well, maybe she wasn't as cheerful as she was when you two arrived in Jackson. She was just a kid who loved to tell silly puns back then."
Joel chuckles. "Yeah, she talks to you. Not t'me. She mostly jus' hates me now," he takes a sip of his coffee. "I remember how she used to lighten up when we talked about space. The girl wanted to be an astronaut. Not sure if she wants to be anythin' now."
You turn to look at him. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Joel," you mutter, "I think she's just going through a phase. All girls do."
To your surprise, Joel takes your hand in his calloused one and squeezes it. "Yeah. Hope so."
His hand is huge compared to yours. You stare at how he keeps holding your hand until he finally lets go.
"Wanna go to bed?" Joel asks.
Your breath hitches. "Mmm, not yet," you murmur.
"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" he turns to stare at your face clearly, and you turn your gaze to the mug on the table. You feel your cheeks getting hot from his stare. "Y'know we don't gotta fuck tonight if you don't wanna, right?"
That makes you turn your head to look at him. "We don't?"
"Yeah, we don't have to if you're not ready."
"You mean it?" you ask quietly.
Joel smiles, pulling your hand toward his lips, then kisses the back of your hand. "I mean it. We ain't gotta do what you don't wanna do, honey. You bein' here, lettin' me be your husband already makin' me full of joy."
You finally smile at him. "I thought you weren't really happy. You didn't look happy when we got married earlier today."
"That's probably jus' my face. Goddamn, I was nervous as hell, honey."
"You were nervous?" you ask in disbelief.
Joel nods. "Trust me. I was. My heart was racin' too damn fast that my ears started to ring."
"No way."
He laughs now. "What? Ya don't believe me?"
You shake your head. "You didn't seem nervous. You just look angry."
"Told ya that's jus' my face. How could I be angry when you jus' made me the happiest man today, hm?"
You open your mouth, but you are not sure how to say it, so you say nothing as you turn to stare at the empty mug again.
"What is it, darlin'?" he asks, concern in his voice. Joel lets go of your hand and reaches to cup your chin softly. "Hey... what's on your mind?"
"I just— I don't know. I'm scared, Joel."
He frowns. "Of me?"
"No. It's just... What if this is a mistake? This marriage. You know there is no love between us. Even when we took a vow."
The second it comes out of your mouth, you realize how stupid you are being. This is the night after your wedding, for fuck's sake, and now you are saying these things to your husband. What is wrong with you?
"Yeah, I know," Joel mutters. "I'm aware that there ain't no love between us. Well, not yet," he caresses your cheek with his thumb. "I had my doubts about this marriage too, sweetheart. But I ain't thinkin' it's a mistake. Not once. Especially not after I took a vow."
"Why did you wanna marry me?"
"Didn't we have this conversation already?"
"Yeah, we did."
"Then stop overthinkin' 'bout it, honey. C'mere," Joel reaches to hug you. "This okay? Me huggin' ya like this?" he asks.
"Mhm," you hum before hugging him back.
You stare at the fireplace from over his shoulder as you both hug. Staring at the flame as you cherish the feeling of how soothing his hug is. This is the closest either of you has ever dared. He kissed you earlier today in front of everyone after getting married, yes, but this hug is the most intimate gesture you two have ever shared.
"There will be a time... when we fall in love with each other during the mundanes," Joel whispers, "and there will be a time when we wish we'd done it sooner. But for now... we ain't gotta rush nothin', honey. We can jus' live our life."
His words... God, his words calm you down in an instant.
You have never considered that a man who looks as cold as Joel Miller could calm your mind down this very instant. This is only your first night with him, and he already brings peace to your chaotic mind.
Maybe you did feel that kind of peace when you were on that date with him. The magnetic pull you felt around him, even when you tried to deny it. The way he could make you feel seen when he gazes at you with those eyes of his. No one had ever stared into your soul that deep.
Maybe those feelings were the reason you said yes to the absurdity of this marriage.
"You wanna go to bed now, darlin'?" he asks, and you nod.
Once in his room, the tension in the air feels thick. The awkwardness comes back again. You stare at the ceiling of his room as you lie down on his bed, already in your modest nightgown with a blanket around your body.
"You comfy?" he asks before getting in bed himself. "Need anythin'? A glass of water?"
"I'm okay," you murmur.
Joel nods and lies down beside you on his side of the bed. "If you need anythin' in the middle of the night jus' wake me up, alright?" he turns to look at you. "And you ain't gotta ask my permission for anythin'. This is your house as well."
You nod and smile. "Thank you, Joel."
"Alright. Good night."
"Good night," you answer before turning to your side, facing away from him, and so does he.
But none of you goes to sleep. This is what happens when you drink coffee on your first night with your husband but without fucking.
Minutes later, Joel notices you keep tossing and turning behind him. He turns to look at you. Your eyes are closed, your face is scrunched.
"Sweetheart? You okay?"
You open your eyes and glance at him. "I can't sleep. I'm sure it's the coffee."
"Yeah, me neither," he sits up, "I think I'm jus' gonna do some carving until sleep gets to me."
"Alright," you nod.
You turn back to your side and close your eyes, trying to fall asleep, until around five minutes later, he comes back into the room. The sound of the door makes you open your eyes and look up at him.
Joel smiles at you as he stands near the bed, holding two mugs. "Hey... did I wake ya?"
"No, I haven't fallen asleep," you sit up on the bed, "What's that?"
"Raw milk. I jus' finished heatin' it. Here," he gives one of the mugs to you. "People say milk helps makin' ya sleepy. Don't know if it's true or not. Worth tryin' though."
You take the mug from him. "I thought you were carving."
"Yeah, I was about to carve," Joel mutters before he sits down on the bed. "But then you crossed my mind. I felt like a dick knowin' my wife was restless and alone on my bed. So I went downstairs to warm the milk."
"You don't have to..." you smile, "but thank you. It's so thoughtful."
"No problem. S'the least I could do after makin' my wife restless from the coffee I brewed for her," he smiles back.
The raw milk does not work like Joel thought it would. But somehow, the two of you manage to fall asleep around thirty minutes or hours later and sleep side by side through the night.
In the morning, you find his side of the bed empty. You get up to go to the bathroom and grab a robe to put over your nightgown before going downstairs.
"Morning," you greet him when you enter the kitchen.
Joel turns to look at you with a smile on his face. "You sleep well?" he asks, and you chuckle, knowing you both had terrible sleep last night. He grabs three bowls from the cabinet. "We're havin' soup and bread for breakfast."
"Here, let me help," you say as you grab the bowls from him and set them on the dining table.
"Ain't ya too sweet? Thank ya, darlin'." Joel smiles at you before hollering into the hallway, "Ellie! Breakfast. Now."
"Give me five more minutes," Ellie shouts.
"Now, Ellie," Joel orders.
A few seconds later, Ellie appears with a frown on her face. "I was playing the guitar. I'm not even hungry, Joel."
Joel looks at her with a stern face. "The guitar can wait. Eat first. Soup's gettin' cold waitin' for ya."
Ellie walks toward the table, feeling annoyed at Joel, then she looks at you. "Oh, hi. I totally forgot you live here now," she smiles at you, ignoring Joel.
Even before you and Joel became a thing, you had known Ellie first, so familiarity is not a problem between the two of you. Somehow, you even feel more comfortable with her than your own husband for now.
You smile back at her. "Good morning to you too, Ellie."
"Mm, yeah, my morning was shitty," Ellie mutters, "So how's your first morning being married to the old man?" she asks. You open your mouth to answer, but then she cuts you off, "Wait, no. Don't tell me. You two are clearly being gross. No, I don't wanna know. Let's eat."
Even if you did not make love to Joel last night, people would assume you did. Even Ellie assumed you did. Because that's what married couples do on their wedding night, normally.
Neither you nor Joel comments on it. But you do share a knowing glance. He gives you a smirk, and you hold your laughter before the three of you have breakfast together.
Days turn to weeks. The season gets colder, but Joel gets warmer and even warmer to you.
And you do feel happier, it turns out. You thought this was an unwanted marriage to you at first, but somehow it is everything you ever wanted.
You feel delighted having someone to come home to. Someone who always listens to all your problems without judging you. Someone who gives you hugs and kisses when you have a bad day. You had no idea that someone who was once so cold to people could be so very patient with you.
Your husband turns out to be the type of man who can calm you down and shut your brain off with his presence. He always holds your hand in the streets and leads the way while you chatter to him nonstop about everything as you two stroll around.
And somehow, even when he has a gruff expression on his face, Joel always reddens a little when any of the folks in Jackson congratulates you two. Never once did you think in your life that the icy-cold Joel Miller would blush over some simple comments.
Joel is the kind of man who always makes time for his wife, even after a long day. One time, he is about to take a nap after a long patrol, but the moment you mention going to tend to your horse, your husband ends up following you to the stable. Lingering in the stable and listening with a slight smile on his face as you tell him stories.
"I've always wanted a horse, so when Maria let me have one— a week after I arrived here with Tommy, I was so excited," you squeal. "Isn't she the most precious?" you ask as you guide your husband's hand to touch the mare.
Joel chuckles at your excitement. "Yeah, she is, sweetheart. Jus' like her rider," he smiles, watching you start to blush. "C'mon now, let's go home and get you a warm bath 'fore supper. Ya startin' to smell like horses."
You roll your eyes at him, but the smile on your face gets wider, letting him take your hand as you both walk back home.
You love how sometimes your inner child feels safe enough to appear around him. It just happens. Like he draws out a softness you thought you had outgrown.
Every morning, Joel would prepare breakfast for you and Ellie. Even when you tell him you can help with making breakfast, he tells you just to enjoy your mornings and have those extra minutes of sleep while he prepares breakfast. And it has become a routine for him to kiss your forehead before heading to the door when he needs to leave the house.
"You two are so gross," Ellie teases every time Joel is being sweet to you, making him glare at her.
And you would laugh at her comment and laugh even harder when Joel decides to kiss the top of Ellie's head. Even when she pretends to be annoyed at his affection, she always smiles later after Joel walks out the door.
One day, when you are out on patrol with Tommy, he keeps talking about Maria's morning sickness. "I'm sure the baby's torturin' her. My poor wife," he mutters.
"Then you should pamper her even more," you say before looking around at the scenery from your horse.
"I did everything I could," Tommy mutters, "and by the way, you're doin' a good job with my brother. The man has never smiled more in his life."
You turn to look at him with a grin. "He makes me happy too. Thanks, Tommy. For... everything."
Tommy chuckles, riding his horse beside yours. "Can't believe you're thankin' me. I remember you wanted to kill me with a kitchen knife the day after I told ya to go on a date with him."
"To be fair, my mind was all over the place because of you back then."
"Yeah, well, you're welcome," he says with a smile. "Marriage looks good on ya."
Everyone tells you that lately. Some say you look glowing. Your friends joke that you must have been fucked well by your husband.
None of them knows the truth. In the weeks you have been married to Joel Miller, you two have not had any sexual encounters. Yet.
He never urges you to do something you are not ready for. It is not like you never popped the cherry before you end up here in Jackson. It is not the lack of experience. Joel knows you were not comfortable enough to have sex with him yet, and he is okay with that. And maybe a little too okay with that.
But now you feel guilty because you feel like a bad wife. Have you been neglecting your husband? The realization hits you like a freight train.
"How's your patrol with Tommy today, sweetheart?" he asks during dinner.
It is just the two of you tonight. Ellie is out somewhere with a friend.
"Just a normal one," you answer. "How's yours?"
"Nothin' special either. Jus' saw some of those frozen infected," he picks up his empty plate before looking at yours. "You done eatin'?"
"It's okay, I can clean it up myself."
He shakes his head. "No worries, honey. Jus' get ready for bed. I'll be right upstairs."
You mutter a thanks and go upstairs. Sometimes you wonder if you have fallen in love with him already. Joel is so thoughtful and sweet to you. He never once raises his voice at you, even when his mood is sour. And he makes your life ten times easier to live.
The door to his room creaks when you open it. You walk toward the drawer in his room and smile when you stare at a picture of him and Sarah that he still keeps, and next to it, a picture of him and Ellie.
It always fills you with bliss to know how full of love your husband actually is. His heart is soft, though his past is rough.
You open the drawer and grab one of your modest nightgowns before walking into the bathroom to have a quick shower. But then you stop on your track as an idea forms in your head. You go back to the drawer that is filled with your nightgowns and underwear, then you grab one that you have not worn once since you got married.
It is a short nightgown. A really short one. The fabric is white and so thin that it is kind of see-through.
You have only worn modest nightgowns every other night, but tonight you have a plan.
After your shower, you expect to see Joel already in bed, but he is not. So you walk out of the bedroom and spot him at the carving table. He is working on the wooden bear you requested a couple of days ago, carving the wood with full concentration.
You notice how handsome Joel looks right now. He has always been attractive. You were just in denial at first because he was a real grumpy old man. But he is not as grumpy anymore, at least not to you.
"Hey... I thought you were already in bed," you mutter, making him turn to look at you.
The moment Joel sets his eyes on you, his eyes widen as he drops the wooden bear from his hand to the floor. "Sweetheart..." he murmurs.
"You drop the bear," you say before leaning down to grab it and give it back to him, "Here."
Joel blinks before taking the wooden bear from your hand. "Thanks, baby," he mutters, then puts it on the table. He turns to look at you again, "Your nightgown..." he freezes for a second before continuing, "It's real pretty."
"You think so? It's not too revealing?" you ask, teasing him while acting innocent.
You can see the blush forming on his cheeks, creeping down his neck.
Joel clears his throat before answering, "It's not if it's only for bedtime. It's real pretty on you."
"Okay..." you say as you hold back a laugh. "You wanna go to bed with me or... continue carving the bear?"
"C'mon, let's go to bed," he says, leading you by your waist.
You are unsure if you are teasing him or testing yourself. The way he puts his hand on your waist as he leads you to bed makes your insides all flutter. It's just a simple gesture, but the butterflies in your stomach go wild.
You watch him take off his watch and put it on the nightstand. The watch that stopped working around the time he lost his daughter, Sarah, in the earlier outbreak. He told you about that one night when you two stared at the ceiling while being vulnerable to each other.
You two slowly peeled back each other's trauma and talked it through during the nights you spent together as you got to know each other better. And it did feel great to have someone to talk to about it without feeling any regret afterward. You cried when you told him about yours, but he listened to you, and somehow the old man managed to make you laugh so loud that you had tears from laughing too much just two minutes later. Then he held you until you fell asleep in his big arms.
"Joel."
He turns to look at you after putting his watch down on the nightstand. "Yeah, baby?"
You say nothing else before you tiptoe up to kiss him on the lips. Joel kisses you back immediately as he puts one of his palms on your cheek and the other on the back of your head.
The kiss lasts for a while until you end up lying on the bed with him on top of you, his forehead on yours, and you both gasp for air.
"Joel... I want you."
He pulls back a bit to look at you better. "You ready f'me?"
You nod desperately and try to kiss him again, but he pulls back this time, making you frown at him.
Joel gets up from the bed and stares down at you lying on his sheets, all flushed. "Give me a sec, honey. I gotta appreciate how pretty my wife is."
That makes you chuckle. "Come back here..." you whine as you reach for him.
He smiles at your whine and gets closer to touch your stomach through the thin nightgown with his fingertips, making you gasp. The way his fingertips brush against your stomach through the nightgown gives you goosebumps all over.
"You look like an angel in this nightgown. And the pretty little bow... makes you look like a gift sent straight from heaven, f'me to unwrap."
"Joel..."
"I know, baby. I know," he mutters before pulling his undershirt over his head.
Your eyes widen at the sight. It is not your first time seeing his upper body bare like this, but it still surprises you to see how good he looks for a man his age. You stare at his salt-and-pepper happy trail, which leads to under his pants. Hell, there is a bulge there now.
And somehow it gives you more ideas to make it up to him since he has been so patient with you all this time. You want to make him feel good physically, as he did you emotionally so many times before.
"Joel..." you murmur, feeling nervous before you admit. "I wanna suck your cock."
The shame gets to you right after you said it loudly. Even Joel looks surprised at that.
"Honey..." Joel murmurs, getting closer to you again, then caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers. "You serious?"
"Yes."
"Alright," he reaches to take off his pants and briefs, finally showing you his hard dick for the first time.
Your face lights up as you stare at how huge it is, and you get on all fours on the bed in an instant, crawling closer to his veiny dick as he stands near the bed.
You palm his dick, already leaking on the tip, then smile at him. "Can I?"
Joel smiles back at you. "Wait, c'mere," he says before leaning down to kiss your lips deeply, making you melt as you close your eyes at the feeling, still on all fours. Then he pulls back and kisses your nose softly before pulling away to position his dick back in front of your face. "Okay, have at it, sweetheart."
You hold the base and kiss the tip before putting the head in your mouth. It is the biggest you ever put in your mouth. His girth, his length. Hell, even his balls are huge.
"Fuck..." Joel groans when you put his dick deeper in your mouth.
You take him even deeper until it hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Then you pull away on instinct and look up at him with teary eyes.
"Hey..." Joel reaches to cup your cheek, "you okay, baby?" he asks in a concerned tone, and you nod.
"I'm okay."
"You ain't gotta put it all inside your mouth, sweetheart," he caresses your cheek with his thumb. "Jus' suck the tip and stroke the rest with your hand, s'fine."
You do as he tells you for a while. But to Joel's surprise, you manage to almost put it all inside your mouth even when tears fall down your cheeks.
Joel groans at the feeling. This feels so unreal to him. His sweet wife is making every effort to take him all the way in her mouth. And fuck if it does not make him closer to blowing up his load deep in your throat.
When Joel feels you start sucking his balls while stroking his dick with your hand, then back at sucking his tip, he is losing it.
He accidentally starts spilling his cum all over your face as he grips your hair a little rough, making you gasp. It spills on your lips, your tongue, your chin, your nose, one side of your cheeks, and even some on your forehead.
"Goddamn..." Joel groans, "fuck— baby, m'sorry. I'm so sorry," he murmurs as he pulls his dick away from your face and looks down at you with full concern.
Joel stares at your face in regret and worry. His sweet young wife is all messy with his cum. He did not mean to cum so fast, nor did he mean to spill his cum all over you like this.
Now he feels bad because he made a mess all over your face, and he knows he cannot get it up again, at least not for a while. Fuck, he feels so guilty for being so old.
But to his surprise, you smile at him. "It's okay," you say.
"No, it's not okay. I'm real sorry, sweetheart," he mutters as he tries to wipe the cum off your face with his thumb, but then you clasp his hand and suck on his thumb instead.
He stares down at you in surprise.
"It's okay, Joel," you mutter, "I like it."
Joel shakes his head, but then he sighs and smiles at you. "I owe ya two or three orgasms at least 'cause of all this, darlin'. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up first. S'the least I could do for now."
You laugh at that. "Hmm, 'kay. I'm not complaining."
He prepares a hot bath for you and gives you privacy as he looks away, facing the wall when you take your nightgown off before getting in the bathtub. You really appreciate how he always gives you privacy, despite being married.
"I'll wait outside, alright?"
"You don't want to join?" you ask, looking up at him from the bath.
"Do ya want me to?" he asks, and you nod. "Alright. Scoot over, darlin'."
Joel gets in the tub and groans when he puts you on his lap, straddling him. He can see your tits fully bare now in front of him, glistening from the water. Your cheeks are slightly flushed now, either from the hot bath or from how intimate this night turns out to be.
He had cleaned up your face with water and soap earlier, saying that he felt so guilty seeing you all messy because of him, while you just giggled from the feeling of his calloused hand on your skin.
"I know you wanted to fuck, sweetheart..." Joel murmurs, "and I'm real sorry I can't get it up yet. Not after I came that hard. Guess it's jus' 'cause of how old I am," he caresses your cheek with his thumb, "m'sorry 'cause I'm so old, baby."
You shake your head at that. "No... don't be. I enjoyed it too, Joel. And I don't mind at all. I like that I could make you feel good."
He chuckles. "You're jus' too sweet. How could I get so lucky to have you as my wife, huh?"
You run your fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. "Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?"
Joel smiles and pulls you to him to kiss your lips. Then his kiss trails down to your neck, and down to your breast. You moan as you hold onto the back of his head. He licks one nipple, then looks up at you. "I taste soap," he mutters, "I didn't know you would taste like soap, darlin'."
You make a face for a while before laughing hard when you realize he made a joke. "That is so fucking lame, Joel," you say before splashing his face with water.
He laughs and shrugs. "It made you laugh, honey. Means it's a good one."
"I laugh at everything. Doesn't change the fact that you tell bad jokes."
After a bath and lots of laughter later, Joel helps you put on a towel around your body as you get up from the tub, and he accidentally gets a glimpse of your pussy for the first time. He did feel you on top of him during the bath, but he had not seen it properly. Not like this.
Fucking hell, he thinks. Now he feels like he just wants to fuck that pussy of yours with his dick. Not that he can do it anytime soon, though. Thanks to his old age.
When you walk toward your drawer, Joel pulls you to him. "No need to wear anythin', honey. C'mon, jus' get on your back on the bed," he watches you do as he says. Lying on your back with the towel still wrapped around your body. "Still as pretty as an angel, even in a damn towel," he murmurs as he stares down at you.
You smile at him.
"Can I unwrap this towel from my beautiful wife?"
"Yes."
The moment Joel sets eyes on your fully naked body, spread on the bed before him, he feels his old man's dick stir a little under his towel. He caresses your ankle before pulling it to his lips and kissing it. Then he rubs your foot against the salt-and-pepper stubble on his handsome face, making you bite your bottom lip at the sight.
Then he kisses your calf before bending your knees toward your chest, then spreads your legs in front of him, with his eyes all over you. You shiver beneath him. You can see the flames reflected in his eyes.
"Fuck if this ain't the prettiest pussy I've ever seen in my life," Joel murmurs. "Can I?" he asks for your permission.
You never nod so fast in your life.
Joel kisses your pussy. Then he sniffs on it while he rubs his stubble on your sensitive part.
You moan at the feeling. "Joel—" you grab at his hair, making him smile as he looks up at you.
Joel finally slides his tongue upward in one lingering stroke, licking you as if he were hungry for it. He sucks on your clit until you grab the sheets so hard while shaking.
"Hmm, s'wet enough now," he mutters before licking the two of his fingers and putting them inside you all the way to the knuckles. "I do okay?" he asks, looking up at you as he fingers you.
You nod and grab at his hair again as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. When he curls his fingers and nudges that spot while sucking on your clit, you are done. You cum on his mouth and fingers.
Joel smiles, licking the sweet nectar, his salt-and-pepper stubble wet as he pulls back from you to remove the towel from his lower waist. His old man's dick is finally half-hard.
"Do you want my help?" you ask as you come down from the high.
"S'okay, baby. I'm jus' gonna rub my cock on ya for a while. You mind?"
"Go ahead," you smile.
He rubs his half-hard dick on your wet pussy. Getting it all lubed up from your wetness. Then he jerks off with his hand, using your wetness as lube. "M'sorry, honey. S'not that you don't turn me on. My damn dick is jus' as old as me," he mutters.
"It's fine. Come here," you reach for him. He leans down to devour your lips while his hand keeps jerking himself off for a while until he is finally fully hard.
When Joel aligns his hard dick to your leaking hole, your breath hitches. You know it is going to feel like your first time again, having that huge dick inside you. You know his size would stretch you so good it hurts. But you are so wet now, and you really want your husband.
Only halfway in, Joel already feels how tight your pussy is gripping his dick. He can feel your wetness, your warmth, the tightness of it all around his dick. He looks down to stare at it. "Fuck, sweetheart. Your drippin' pussy looks so good around this old man's cock. Look at 'er suckin' me in."
But when he looks up at your face, you are wincing as if you are in pain. He stops his movement and reaches to touch your face. "Honey... you okay? Am I hurtin' ya?" he caresses your cheek, "You want us to stop?"
"Don't stop."
Joel feels your pussy clench even more when he leans down to kiss your cheek. "She wettin' my cock so good, baby. Fuck..." he whispers as he keeps thrusting in and out of you, still halfway in. He pulls back to stare at your pussy again before spitting on your swollen clit and pushing an inch deeper.
"Joel..."
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Feels so good," you whisper, moaning when he puts his cock deeper. "Hurts a little, but I want it all in me, Joel," you beg, "wanna feel all of you."
A few thrusts later, Joel finally manages to bottom out in you. He groans when he feels his dick nudging your spot. "Holy fuck..." he mutters when you cum on his dick for the first time after he scratches that spot of yours over and over.
Your second orgasm of the night makes you feel lightheaded as you feel Joel still thrusting in and out of you in a steady movement.
"I feel sleepy, Joel," you mutter as you look up at Joel, and he slows his movement a bit. Then you continue, "Maybe we should've done this on our wedding night instead of drinking that raw milk, huh?"
That makes him chuckle. He leans down to kiss your lips, resting his forehead against yours while thrusting into you harder, making you gasp.
"I'm so close, baby. Where do ya want me to cum?" he asks between thrusts.
"Inside me?" you offer.
His eyes darken at that as he stares down at you. "You serious, darlin'?"
"Yeah. Can we?"
Joel smiles. "I'll do anythin' you ask me to, honey. I'm all yours."
You wake up late the next day. It is almost noon when you go downstairs after you pull on a sweater and jeans, finding the house completely empty. You feel bad because now the breakfast that Joel prepared for you earlier has gone cold.
After you finish eating your meal, you wash the dishes in the sink when you hear the sound of him walking into the house. Just from the sound of the footsteps, you know it is him. Your husband.
The art of knowing. You smile to yourself when you think about it. The way you always know the sound of his footsteps around the house, notice the silhouette of his wide shoulder. The way you search for him in the crowd when you hear his voice from afar. The way a smile appears on his stern face when he sees your angelic one.
"Hey, darlin'."
You turn to look at him. "Hey..." you say with a smile. Then you reach out to grab a mug you are going to wash, but Joel stops you and grabs the mug first.
"I got it, honey. Jus' sit down. I'll finish the dishes."
"No, it's fine. I can do it on my own. You just got home anyway."
You try to take the mug from him, but he puts it up high in the air, out of your reach. Joel chuckles, seeing your annoyed face as you turn to wash your hands. He finally puts down the mug and circles his arms around your waist, brushing your hair to the side as he kisses your neck from behind. You giggle from the feeling of his stubble rubbing your skin. He keeps tickling your neck with his stubble until you yield.
"Okay, okay..." you laugh, "fine. Wash the damn mug if you want it that bad. Ugh, you're gonna get us both wet."
"I don't mind gettin' wet 'cause of ya," he chuckles.
You eye him. "Yeah, right," you mutter before opening one of the cabinets. "I'm gonna make coffee. You want some?"
"You know I never say no to coffee, sweetheart."
Minutes later, you both enjoy your coffee while sitting on the couch near the fireplace. This gives you déjà vu. The very similar setting and proximity to what it was on your wedding night a month ago.
But the feelings you are feeling now are a lot different from last month.
You two are chatting about what Joel did earlier today. He tells you that he did construction work with Tommy for the community. And one thing leads to another, you end up telling him the story about how you hunt Tommy around his house with a kitchen knife the day after he told you to go on a date with Joel.
"You did?" he asks in disbelief. You nod, and he chuckles. Then he shakes his head as he puts down his mug on the table. "Makes me think of our first date," he mutters.
"What of it?" you ask, taking a sip.
"You called me Mr. Miller," he chuckles. "It was the most ridiculous thing ever. I've never once gone on a date with a woman and got called Mr. Miller before you."
"I had to respect the elderly," you shrug.
Joel laughs so loud at that. "Oh, honey. That mouth of yours."
You smile at him then. "I was just being polite, calling you that. To be fair, we were not even friends back then, and you are a lot older than me, so..."
"Yeah, I know," he leans his head against the backrest of the couch, pulling you closer to him, and squeezes you into his big arms. "I thought you were real sweet back then. And hell, you laughed at my dumb jokes. Maybe that's the real reason I asked you to marry me right away."
You roll your eyes at his smirk but chuckle.
Joel brushes his thumb along your cheek. "I think I'm fallin' in love with ya."
Your heart nearly stops beating when you hear his confession.
He clears his throat and continues, "Think I was already in love with ya during those days we spent together. I honestly don't know when it started, sweetheart."
"Joel..." you murmur as you look up at him.
"You ain't gotta say nothin', baby. M'not tryin' to pressure ya on anythin'."
You hug him without saying a word. Joel smiles and hugs you back. You nuzzle him closer until you end up straddling him, and he puts his big hands around your waist.
You kiss his lips until the skin near your mouth reddens from his stubble as you grind on top of him. When you finally pull back, Joel notices the redness on your skin. "Damn it, sweetheart. You're all red 'cause of me."
"I love you, Joel."
The moment the words come out of your lips, Joel feels the world stop spinning around him. His mind goes blank, and he suddenly hears the ocean crashing against the shore in his head while the violins begin to play.
And then he blinks.
And there you are. His wife. The light of his life, staring deep into his eyes after confessing the words he was longing to hear.
A second later, you are pinned under him on the couch while he devours your lips. Kissing all over your face, making you giggle. Inhaling the scent of your neck while his hand travels down to unbutton your jeans.
"Wait, wait... Joel— what if someone walks in?" you ask, gasping from all his affection.
"I locked the doors," he mutters.
"But are you sure?"
Joel pulls away from you and gets up without another word to check on the doors. "Already locked," he hollers from the hallway.
You smile when he walks back toward you on the couch while unbuckling his belt, then unbuttons his jeans. You notice how attractive he looks right now. The sleeves of his flannel shirt pushed up to his forearms. The watch on his wrist. This view in front of you definitely drenches your panties.
"C'mere," Joel mutters as he sits back on the couch, his jeans and briefs pooling around his ankles. He helps you undress before positioning you on his lap.
"Me on top?" you ask, feeling unsure but aroused.
"Only if ya want to," he murmurs.
"I want to," you answer before helping him put his hard, leaking dick inside of you. "Oooh, fuck..." you curse when his dick is halfway in.
"Atta girl, darlin'," Joel murmurs as he helps you bounce on him slow at first. "You look so pretty bouncin' on my cock," he smiles at you. "My pretty wife. Doin' so good f'me."
The way he says those words makes you even wetter. Joel keeps helping you move on top of him until he finally bottoms out.
You moan hard at the feeling. "It's so deep, Joel."
"It is," he murmurs, "I can see the bulge on your lower belly."
You are too concentrated on chasing the feeling that you ignore him as you put your hands on his chest and bounce on his dick harder.
Joel gets so turned on seeing you like this. He lets go of you and leans back on the couch while looking up at you bouncing on his dick. "Yes, baby... fuck," he groans, feeling your warmth around him. "Ride me, my precious cowgirl," he murmurs. "Ride me all ya want."
The sound of your wetness around him is obscene.
You fall on his chest when you finally cum on his dick as he helps you grind your swollen clit on his pubic hair with his dick buried deep inside you, making you cum even harder from the sensation. He strokes your back with his calloused hand while whispering sweet words in your ear. His other hand is grabbing your ass cheek playfully.
"Did I ever tell you that you have a very nice ass?"
You look up at him from his chest and laugh at that.
After a minute or two, Joel pats your butt, "C'mon, lie on your stomach, baby. I wanna see my wife's perfect ass when I'm poundin' 'er drippin' pussy with my cock."
You hold onto the cushion as you lie on your stomach on the couch, facing the fireplace.
Joel leans down to bite your ass cheeks playfully before positioning himself behind you. "Fuck me..." he groans when he thrusts into you, bottoming out in one go. "So fuckin' wet f'me. Pussy takin' me so good," he murmurs before kissing your shoulder. His thrusts get harder as he pounds into you. "I ain't gonna last long now, baby. Where do ya want me to cum, hm?" he whispers into your ear.
"Inside me."
Joel grabs your face with his hand to look into your eyes. "You do realize if we keep fillin' that pussy of yours with my cum, we gonna end up with a bunch of little Millers sooner rather'n later, right?"
Heat creeps into your cheeks.
"Y'want me to make you a momma, darlin'?" he asks, his dick swelling inside you as the words leave his mouth.
You cannot think straight because of how much you are feeling right now. But the thought of giving Joel Miller a baby...
"Can we have one?" you ask, feeling nervous if he denies it because of his age.
Joel grins. "Anything you want, honey. One is fine," he kisses your lips briefly before whispering, "though ten more is tempting..."
You laugh, and he taps on your nose before starting to thrust in and out, deep until he hits that spot inside you again.
"Joel..." you moan, "I— I'm close again."
To your surprise, Joel wraps his hand around your throat as he pounds into you harder from behind. "This okay?" he asks, and you moan yes, yes, yes into the cushion before creaming around his dick as you reach your second orgasm. The feeling of your warmth around him makes him start spilling his cum deep inside you. "Oh, darlin', fuuuck—" he groans as his dick pulses inside you, shooting ropes of his seed. A broken moan you have never heard before slips from his lips as he fills your womb with his cum.
The two of you go quiet for a minute as you both catch your breath, with his weight pinning you down, until you tell him to get off because he is crushing you into the couch.
Joel chuckles when you settle back onto the couch, legs lifted against the backrest. "Don't laugh," you mutter, "this is supposed to help increase the chances of getting pregnant, I think."
"Alright, Mrs. Miller," he teases. "Y'want my baby that bad, huh?"
You turn to look at him, half smiling. "Don't call me that. You make it sound like I'm a hundred years old."
Your husband laughs at that before placing a blanket around your naked body and leaning down to kiss your nose. "I would still adore you when you're a hundred years old, sweetheart," he chuckles, "though, I'm sure as hell gonna miss that pretty ass of yours."
You chuckle and gently caress his scars. A flicker of surprise crosses his rough face. "Honey..." he murmurs.
"I think you're gonna be a great dad..." You paused, looking into his eyes, "You're a real good dad to Ellie, as I am sure you were a good dad to Sarah," you mutter. "You might not be a good man for what you did, but you've always been a good dad... and a good husband to me."
Joel says nothing, but he smiles at you as he caresses your cheek with his fingers.
You smile back, looking up at him from your position, then grab his fingers toward your lips and kiss the wedding ring on his finger, the one that matches yours. "I thought this kind of love's never meant that much to me, Joel..." you murmur, "guess I was wrong," placing the back of his fingers on your cheek as you look into his eyes, you continue, "It means everything to me if it's with you."
"Sweetheart..." Joel whispers, tears forming in his eyes as he puts both palms on your cheeks. "You mean everything to me. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you, baby. Not after everythin' I've been through. But now I can't even imagine life without you in it."
Joel hugs you in his arms so tight, like he never wants to let go. And you smile as you hug him back, feeling content and full of love.
For the first time, the future days no longer seem so scary. Because you have him. Your Mr. Miller. Your husband.
Nothing worries you anymore. Not with Joel Miller beside you. Not with this kind of love.
Um... okay... I'm not okay... When I wrote this, I had so many emotions all at once. I felt excited most of the time, but also sad when I wrote the part with Joel and Ellie. It was like reliving Part II, but with my own ending, I don't know. I didn't mean this to be 9.4k words so sorry. This was supposed to be a special one for my birthday on January 12, and I didn't expect it to be this long.
I'd love it if you leave a note on what you think about this. Reblog would be appreciated. Love y'all! 🤍
Fun fact: I wrote The Older Miller for my birthday actually, but I couldn't help but post it because I was so excited when I finished it, so yeah. I'm glad that I posted it on November tho, 'cause it gave me so much motivation to finish my thesis.
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