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Husband!Joel/f!reader
Tags: Smut, PWP, shameless smut, p in v, oral-fem receiving, soft dom!joel, husband joel, missionary, doggy, praise kink, dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, the works lol, no beta we die like joel
Summary: Tommy invited Joel and you to a barbecue. Unfortunately, you already had plans.
Notes: Hello! I haven't written in FOREVER so bear with me if it sucks lmao. If you guys enjoy please leave some feedback in the comments and maybe drop a request if you have something you wanna see🫶🏻
Word count: 2,035
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Soft kisses on your neck.
Hands gripping, pulling, feeling.
Your back hit the soft sheets of your bed, arching into the solid form above you.
He only laughed, trailing a hand down your side and pressing his thumb into your hip. His other hand brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, looking down at you like you were an angel sent from the heavens, and to him, you were.
"Already so needy for me, hm baby?" Joel teased, that damn smile that always had you weak in the knees etched onto his lips.
You responded only with a whine, lifting your hips in a silent plea to 'hurry the fuck up' as you typically put it, followed by a 'please' and mocking grin. Then he'd usually slow it down to a snail's pace. That would result in you punching him playfully and erupting into a fit of giggles.
He grabbed the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head, discarding it to be dealt with later. Leaning down, he slowly trailed open-mouthed kisses up your stomach to your chest. He reached underneath you and unclipped your bra, letting your breasts free. Your nipples immediately hardened, and he smirked at the sight, reaching up and flicking his thumb over one.
You jolted, biting your lip. "God, Joel-"
"I know, sweet girl, I know. Won't keep you waiting long." He assured, bringing himself down to his forearms as he slowly licked and lavished your breasts, lightly grazing his teeth over them.
You tangled your fingers into his hair, pushing your chest up against his mouth with a breathless whimper. After getting his fill, he pulled off with a wet pop . A trail of saliva connected his lips to your chest, and he couldn't help but groan.
"Fuck.. you're so beautiful baby. So perfect." He praised breathlessly. Even just the sight of you was enough to bring him to his knees.
He ran his hands all over your body, finally finding purchase on your thighs and slowly pulling them apart. You let him, exposing the wet spot on your panties. His breath hitched, and he rubbed his thumb over it. "This all for me, sweetheart?"
You nodded, grinding your hips up into his touch, desperate for any friction to relieve the tension and pressure stirring deep in your gut.
"Mmm," He grumbled low. "Don't worry, you'll get all you want."
You whined in response.
He only laughed as he lowered himself down between your legs, teasing you with a slow lick through your soaked folds. Your head fell back against the pillows, too needy for foreplay. "Joel-"
"I know, I know." He reassured, hooking his fingers in your underwear and pulling them down your thighs teasingly slow. He tossed them behind him to be cleaned up later.
"Can't wait to taste this pretty pussy darlin'."
The moment he dove in, your phone rang.
The screen read: TOMMY
You looked down at Joel, and he pulled away from you, resting his head on one of your thighs.
You pressed answer, bringing the phone up to your ear.
"Hello?"
Tommy's voice came through on the other side.
"Hey! Sorry to be calling, I tried Joel but he wouldn't answer, he okay?"
Your gaze found Joel's, his brows pulled together in confusion.
"Yeah, yeah he's fine. You need something?" You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your lips at the sight of Joel, and Tommy had no idea.
At Joel's questioning look, you mouthed 'Tommy' and he nodded in understanding. You adjusted yourself, leaning back into the pillows more and letting your eyes drift to the ceiling.
"Just wanted to invite y'all to a cookout that a couple of our buddies from the site and I are hosting later," Tommy spoke, his voice fading into background noise as you suddenly felt Joel's lips on your skin again, peppering kisses along your inner thighs. Your eyes widened, and you looked back down at him, your expression asking, 'What are you doing??'.
He hummed, continuing his ministrations while you fought a whimper. God, he was doing this on purpose, and he knew what it was doing to you. Damn him. Damn him and his perfect, soft lips.
Your name being said broke you out of the trance you were in, realizing that you hadn't been paying attention to anything Tommy said.
"You listenin'?" He questioned, the skepticism already starting in his tone.
You sighed. "Mhm, sorry. Continue."
"Okay, so like I was sayin'-"
Your mind wandered off again as Joel touched you, inching higher now on your skin. You glared down at him, and all he did was flash a smile up at you. You were gonna kill him...
Right after he made you cum till you couldn't think anymore.
As you tried to hold the conversation with Tommy, who at this point wasn't even talking about the cookout anymore, mostly just rambling on to himself, Joel's hot breath was fanning over your cunt again.
Then he asked you a question.
"Anyway, how's Joel doin'? Haven't heard from him in a couple days."
At this point, Joel was dragging his tongue through your slick, causing you to pant quietly, hoping Tommy couldn't sense what was going down, or more like who.
"He uh- he's fine. Just been busy with w-work." Your hips lifted off the mattress, starting to grind yourself against his face. Hearing about work, Tommy started rambling about some work story, as if you cared at all. Why was he talking so much?
You were close, and Joel could feel it. His large hands pinned you down, using every ounce of himself to devour you whole, sucking on your clit like it was the only thing he knew how to do. You weren't sure you could stay quiet anymore, or if you would even make it past the orgasm.
Next you felt his fingers, two to be exact, tracing the rim of your entrance and pushing in without warning. This time a small whimper did escape you, and you were sure that you were done for. Much to your surprise, Tommy continued talking.
A few pumps of Joel's fingers later, and the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave; causing you to cover your mouth with your hand to prevent anything from slipping out. Meanwhile, Tommy still had no idea what his own brother had just done to both you and your body.
Coming up from your thighs, Joel gave a cocky smile, showing off his glistening beard in the process. You could barely manage a smile, if anything, in return. Despite quite literally having sex while your husband's brother was on call with you, you had to admit that this might've been the most turned on you ever felt.
Joel tapped your hip, silently instructing you to turn onto your stomach. You obeyed, giving an 'mhm' or another form of humming to Tommy's stories so he wouldn't get suspicious at your silence. In the background, you heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle and the rustling of clothes being removed. Moments later, Joel's hardened cock was resting on your ass, precum already leaking from his tip.
You tried to listen to what Tommy was saying, you really did, but when Joel pushed himself into your soaked cunt without warning, you involuntarily gasped, causing Tommy to be ripped from his thoughts and stop mid-sentence.
"What, what happened? You okay?" He quickly asked, seemingly still unaware as to what caused your reaction.
"Yeah, I'm okay just-" You bit back a moan as Joel slowly pulled his hips back and sank back in, rubbing your lower back almost apologetically.
"Accidentally dropped something." You finished, your voice starting to tense at the restraint you had to use to keep yourself from crying out.
Either Tommy was completely clueless, or didn't care enough to stop talking despite the circumstances, because he went back to the story. Again.
You made a mental note to give Joel a pat on the back for having to grow up with Tommy being as talkative as he was. You loved Tommy, of course you did, but you would've preferred to listen to his narratives any other time but now.
You could tell Joel was getting impatient. He was panting, hard. It was a wonder that Tommy couldn't hear him. If he did, he didn't make it known. Joel's hands fondled and rubbed against your ass, using all the strength he could manage so he didn't pound you into the bed like he so desperately wanted to.
Just to tease him, you lifted yourself onto your knees, chest still pressed against the mess of pillows, and began to fuck yourself back against him.
That was the last straw for him.
Joel swiftly grabbed the phone from your hands, bringing it up to his ear. He heard Tommy talking about one of their buddies from the sight, and cut him off before he could go any further.
"Sorry, you're gonna have to call us back later."
And before you knew it, the phone was back down on the bed as the 'call ended' screen flashed with the call time of 15:38 at the top.
Joel wasted no time gripping your hips with both hands and slamming himself in and out of you like it was the last time. The moans that ripped themselves from your throat were nothing short of pornographic, and you knew that you weren't going to last long.
"Yeah baby, that's it. Wanna hear you scream for me. See if Tommy can hear from across the street." He cooed. You turned your head to the side, gasping for breath and drooling on the sheets.
"Joel please." You begged, not even sure what for. All that you knew was that he was here, fucking the brains out of you, and that you loved it.
"Mhm, good girl. Takin' me so well honey. Did so good bein' quiet on the phone, he didn't suspect a thing. You like having to stay quiet while I fuck you, hm? Make your pussy all wet?" His hand on your right hip snaked around your body to your dripping cunt and slid his fingers through your slick, feeling how worked up you are and the stretch that his cock caused.
"Fuck yeah it does. You're soaked darlin'. All this for me?" He used his middle and ring finger to draw small, quick circles on your clit.
You nodded, unable to form words as they, along with your breath, were currently being taken from you.
"Words sweetheart, need to hear you." He demanded.
"Yes! Yes, fuck- all for you Joel. 'm so close, pleasepleaseplease." You pleaded, the well-known knot in your stomach starting to tighten, foreshadowing the intensity you knew was to come.
"Goood girl," He drawled, his southern accent prominent against the sounds of wetness and skin coming together. "Gonna come? Yeah I know you are. Come on, come for me sweet girl."
And you did, shaking and whining, crying out so loud that anyone within a mile radius could probably hear you. Joel's pace faltered, but he helped you ride it out until he spilled deep inside your pulsing hole, giving a few last thrusts before collapsing on top of you.
The pair of you stayed that way for a while, Joel's heartbeat thrumming against your back as you fought with your lungs to breathe. Eventually, you felt soft lips press into your hair and that deep voice you loved so much in your ear.
"You okay?" He murmured, one hand rubbing up and down your side while the other braced against the bed as he pushed himself off of you.
"Mhm." You hummed in return, giving a dazed smile and letting your eyelids slip closed.
Joel laughed softly and pushed some hair out of your face so he could look down at you as he spoke. "We ain't really going to that barbecue, are we?"
You shook your head with a laugh of your own. "Hell no."
He smiled and positioned himself behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, and kissing your hair once more.
"Good. I've got better plans anyway."
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Guys I finished this at 4 am after putting off writing for a month. I think I need a nap..
