Could you make one where reader is Joel's neighbohor and she is kind of obssessed with him and a brat, then she shows up as Sarah's friend just to make him mad on porpuse and one day he just loses it? With age gap and spank1ng ofc 🦢
Be my Baby
Warnings: 18+, Smut, MDNI, huge age gap (20s and 50s) mean!joel, teasing, bratty!reader, spanking, pinv, unprotected sex, finger sucking, rough sex, degradation, daddy kink, cumming in mouth, no outbreak/alternate universe
A/N: im so sorry for the long wait anon!! I absolutely love this idea, it has the perfect Ldr vibe which is why i chose that title hehe. I hope you enjoy this anon, and my pookies too <333
You'd been scheming for weeks.
Every time you saw him out front—sweaty from working on his old truck, grey shirt clinging to his broad chest, salt-pepper stubble darkening on his jaw, those big hands handling things so easily—you felt that oh so familiar coil of heat low in your belly.
Joel Miller was fifty-something, weathered and worn, with a mean streak you could practically taste.
And you wanted him like a god damn fever.
The problem only was...he saw you as Sarah's friend. Just a kid. Basically, a bratty little nuisance who kept showing up at his front door, disturbing his peace with nonsense excuses; borrowing sugar, asking about Sarah, "accidentally" breaking something in your house and needing a big, strong man to help you.
Hell, Joel was old—but not stupid. Even before you were born, he'd already been playing these games. He knew every tactic, every move that he used to flirt with the older women in his neighbourhood.
The only difference was: Joel had been a teenager back then. You were a grown ass adult who bend over whenever you could, batted those eyelashes at him and called him "Mr. Miller" in that voice he didn't like.
You should know better.
But unfortunately, you just loved watching his jaw tighten, those dark eyes narrowing, fists clenching.
And when nothing worked...you upped the stakes.
"You're letting her stay for dinner again?" Joel's voice rumbled from the kitchen as Sarah let you in, his tone flat and unimpressed.
Sarah just laughed, thinking he is just joking. "C'mon, Dad. She's already here. Set another plate."
You stepped inside, the screen door clicking shut behind you.
The kitchen already smelled like the garlic pasta Joel always made for dinner. He didn't look at you right away—just kept stirring, like your presence was a mild inconvenience he had to tolerate. And if he was being honest, it was an inconvenience.
Not only was he trying to keep his composure because of his daughter, he was also fighting to keep himself in check—to stop his frustration from boiling over.
You slid innocently into the chair besides Sarah, knees tucked under the wooden table. Joel, after he was done with serving pasta, sat in front of you.
But the second your ass hit the seat, you kicked your sandals off and stretched your bare foot forwards. Your toes brushed the inside of Joel's calf, light as a feather.
He went still for half a second, the spoon pausing mid-air.
"Soooo...how was work, Mr. Miller?" you asked sweetly, voice all honey and innocence while your foot slid higher, tracing the line of his jeans up towards his thigh.
Joel cleared his throat. "Fine."
Sarah was busy on her phone, texting someone. So, you pressed the ball of your foot right against that growing bulge in his pants, rubbing slow circles.
Joel's knuckles went white around the spoon handle. His jaw flexed once, twice.
"You always look so tired after work," you continued, batting your lashes. "Would be nice having someone cook for you sometimes."
Your toes curled, pressing firmer. You felt him twitch under your touch, getting harder despite himself.
"Sarah, bring me some salt, c'mon." Joel said, voice tighter than before.
Sarah hummed and stood up, phone in her hand and walking towards the cabinets. The moment her back was fully to you both, you dragged your foot up and down the length of him. Joel's breath hitched. His free hand dropped under the table and clamped around your ankle, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
"Behave," he mouthed at you, eyes dark and warning.
You just smiled, all teeth and trouble, and wiggled your toes against his palm.
Dinner was an absolute torture for him but a complete heaven for sweet you.
Every time Sarah looked down at her plate, your foot found its way back between his legs. Joel ate in silence, his thigh kept flexing under your touch. Once, when Sarah got up for a drink, you leaned forwards and whispered across the table, "You're so tense, Mr. Miller. Want me to rub your shoulders after?"
He didn't answer. Just stared at you with that mean, heavy look that made your stomach flip.
Sarah came back and sat down, oblivious. "Hey, you should come over tomorrow too. Dad's making his famous chili. Right, Dad?"
Joel grunted. "Sarah—"
"Please?" she pressed. "It'll be fun."
You grinned, pressing your foot hard against him one last time before pulling back. "I'd love to. What time?"
"Six," Sarah said cheerfully. "Don't be late."
Joel didn't say anything else for the rest of the meal. But his eyes stayed on you.
-
The next day you showed up not at six. But at noon.
You knocked twice, then smoothed your little sundress down over your thighs, feeling yourself.
Joel opened the door in jeans and a blue flannel shirt, hair damp from a shower. He looked you up and down once, twice, then his expression hardened.
"Sarah ain't here yet," he said.
"She told me to come early," you lied, stepping past him before he could block you. "Said to wait inside."
"Bullshit." Joel shut the door harder than necessary. The lock clicked. "She said six."
You wandered into the living room, running your fingers along the back of the couch. "Maybe she changed her mind."
Joel followed, arms crossed over his chest. "You think I don't know what you're doin'? Showin' up here in that little dress, lyin' to my face."
You turned to face him, head tilted. "I'm not lying, Mr. Miller."
"Don't call me that." His voice dropped lower.
You took a step closer. "Why not? You like it when I say it all sweet like that. Makes your jaw do that thing."
Joel exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled. "Listen here, girl. I know exactly what game you're playin'. Been seein' it for weeks. Bending over in front of my truck. Callin' me Mr. Miller in that voice. Touchin' me under the table while my fuckin' daughter sits right there. Ya think I'm stupid?"
You smiled. "I think you're just grumpy. And I think you like it when I'm a little bratty."
"Watch your mouth." He took another step. The air between you crackled. "You don't know what you're messin' with."
"Maybe I do." You reached out and traced one finger down the center of his chest. "Maybe I want the grumpy old man to teach me a lesson."
Joel's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you forwards until your chest bumped his. "You got no idea what you're askin' for."
"Then show me," you whispered.
Oh, and he didn't hesitate at all.
One second you were standing, the next he was dragging you towards his couch. He sat down and pulled you across his lap in one rough motion. Your dress rode up, ass bare and exposed.
Joel's palm came down on your ass without any warning, making your skin ache.
"Fuck—" you gasp.
"That's for lyin'," he growled, hand coming down again on the other cheek. "And that's for showin' up here like a little slut in heat."
You whimpered, hips jerking. The sting bloomed into heat that spread straight between your legs. Joel's other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned.
"You think you can just walk in here and bat those pretty eyes and get what you want?" Another spank, harder this time. "You been teasin' me for weeks, girl. Think I didn't notice every time you bent over? Every time you called me Mr. Miller like you wanted me to bend you over instead?"
"Joel—"
"Daddy," he corrected, voice rough. "When you're over my knee like this, you call me Daddy."
Your breath caught. "Daddy..."
"That's better." His hand rubbed over the heated skin, soothing for half a second before another sharp slap landed. "Good girl. Takin' it so pretty."
You whined, thighs pressing together. The praise mixed with the sting made your head spin.
Joel shifted you higher on his lap until your ass was perfectly presented. He spanked you again. Again and again.
"You been askin' for this. Walkin' around my house like you own the damn place"
"I'm sorry," you breathed, voice shaky.
"Nah you ain't." Another slap. "But you will be."
He kept going until your ass was hot and throbbing, until every breath came out as a little sob. Then his hand slid lower, fingers dragging through your slick folds. "Fuck. Soaked already. Knew you'd be like this. Knew you'd get all wet from Daddy spankin' your bratty little ass."
You moaned, pushing back against his hand. Joel circled your clit once, twice, then pulled away.
"Up," he ordered.
You scrambled off of his lap with shaky legs. Joel stood up too, unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other stayed fisted in your hair. He shoved his jeans down just enough, cock jumping free; thick, heavy, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.
"On the couch. Hands and knees."
You climbed up, dress bunched around your waist, ass still stinging. Joel knelt behind you, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.
"Look at you," he muttered. "Drippin' all over my couch. Such a needy little thing."
He pushed in slow, stretching you inch by slow, agonising inch until his hips were flush against your ass. You cried out, fingers digging into the cushions. Joel didn't give you any time to adjust.
He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace from the start.
"Fuck—Daddy—"
"That's it," he growled, one hand wrapping around your throat from behind, pulling you up until your back arched. "Take it. Take every inch like the good girl I know you can be."
The couch creaked under you. Skin slapped against skin.
Joel's free hand came down on your ass again, right over the marks he'd already left. "Been thinkin' about this for weeks. Thinkin' about bendin' you over and fuckin' the attitude right outta you. You feel that? How deep I am?"
You could only moan, head lolling back against his shoulder. Joel's thrusts were punishing, each one punching a broken sound out of your throat. He leaned down, teeth grazing your ear.
"You wanted the mean old man, didn't you? Wanted Daddy to put you in your place. Well here it is, baby. This is what happens when you push too far."
His hand slid from your throat to your mouth, two fingers pushing past your lips. You sucked on them without thinking, tongue swirling. Joel groaned, hips stuttering for a second.
"Good girl. Suck on Daddy's fingers while he fucks you stupid. That's it."
He pulled his fingers free and reached down, rubbing tight circles over your clit. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers working you had you shaking, thighs trembling.
"You gonna come for me?" he rasped. "Gonna come all over Daddy's cock like a good little girl?"
"Yes—yes, Daddy—please—"
"Then do it. Come for me. Now."
You shattered with a cry, walls clenching around him. Joel fucked you through it, pace never slowing, dragging every last tremor out of you. Only when you went limp did he pull out, flipping you onto your back.
He climbed over you, one knee on the couch, the other foot on the floor. His cock glistened with your slick. He stroked himself fast, eyes locked on your face.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
You did. Joel came with a low groan, ropes of cum painting your tongue, your lips, your chin. Some landed on your dress. He didn't stop until he was empty, chest heaving.
"Fuck," he muttered, thumb swiping through the mess on your bottom lip. "Look at you. All marked up."
You licked your lips, tasting him. Joel watched with dark, satisfied eyes.
"Sarah's gonna be home in a few hours," he said, voice still rough. "You better clean yourself up before then. And next time you lie about what time she told you to come over...I'm bendin' you over the kitchen table instead."
You smiled, lazy and fucked-out. "Yes, Daddy."
Joel shook his head, but there was the ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Brat."
He leaned down and kissed you once, hard and claiming, before pulling away to tuck himself back into his jeans.
The heat is gone but I still haven't found the right flow to write…my adhd is making me bounce between ideas like crazy. One day I want to write this, the next I want to write something totally different. I'm figuring it out though...slowly...👩🏻🍳
What if…we reverse the roles for a second and imagine it's you who takes Peepaw Joel's virginity?
Yes, of course old Joel dated. Plenty. I mean, look at him. Women were gushing for him. But going to bed with them? Never happened. And after the outbreak, sex just wasn't his priority. Survival was. Trust was. And by the time he reached Jackson, he'd built walls so high that even he forgot there was a virgin hiding behind them.
But Jackson changed things. Tommy was happy. Maria was pregnant. Joel watched those couples walk hand-in-hand, and something twisted in his gut—a hollow ache. He never had that. Not even once. And now he's sixty, belly soft from steady meals, hands calloused from years of work, he figured it's too damn late.
Who the hell would want a grumpy old virgin?
Then you came to Jackson.
Bold, young, too goddamn pretty. Everything Joel needed to stay away from, because his heart couldn't take it anymore. But when you placed a kiss on his cheek, told him he looked handsome, and invited him over to your house—he couldn't possibly say no.
"Ain't never...done this before," he blurted out the moment your hand slid under his shirt, while you sat on top of him. He braced for your reaction, embarrassed, but you only cooed, kissed him, and promised to take real good care of him.
And yes—Joel's cock was excited. He's old, but he's not dead. The moment your hands started roaming—his thigh, his belly, the zipper of his jeans—he hardened like a rock. Blood rushed to his groin with a desperation he'd never felt before.
But his insecurities hit hard. When you started to tug his shirt up, he grabbed your wrists. "Too much gut on an old man like me."
You just nuzzled your face into the soft skin of his belly and told him how much you wanted it pressed against you while he fucked you.
And when you finally wrapped your hand around his cock for the first time? That poor old man nearly had a heart attack. Deep, shaky moans spilled from his mouth. He tried to stay quiet at first, but the new sensations wrecked him—little gasps, grunts that turned into desperate groans, maybe even your name said like a prayer when he got close.
First time your cunt clenched around him? He was already gasping. A few pumps up and down, and he was babbling: "I'm gonna—fuck, I can't hold it—stop or—"
And he spilled inside you, all pathetic and breathless, gaping for air. His cock pulsed and pulsed, twitched and twitched until he collapsed, face buried in your neck, breathing hard. He was mortified. "That...that was damn pitiful. I'm sorry."
But you just stroked his hair, smiling to him. "It was perfect. And we've got all night."
And because he's old but not spent—once he caught his breath, his cock stirred again, curious and ready.
This time, you let him take control.
He was slower. More gentle. He wanted to please you. Wanted to make up for that quick finish. So he fingered you, licked you, followed your instructions until he had you gasping beneath him. Then he pushed in again, and he lasted longer. He learned. He memorized every sound you made.
Summery: After this thing happened between you and your neighbour, you have been avoiding him at all costs. But one night he comes into your apartment, wanting to fix something he thinks it’s broken so he can see you again. Aka..he finally fucks reader😌
Warnings: 18+, Angst, praise kink, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, fingering, big cock joel, pinv, pet names, big age gap! (reader is 25-26ish and Joel is 60), switching between POV’s, hair pulling, Dom/Sub undertones, Mean!joel, but also Soft, joel mocks reader, really sensitive reader, darcyphilia, kinda naive reader, kinda pervy!joel
A/N: I didn’t think pt.1 was gonna do so well that people would ask me for pt.2🤭 i’m so thankful, but especially to @keseqna because they gave me the idea!! <3 I don’t know how to do a Masterlist so all my blurbs/writings are under #des1rewrites !!
“…Not want your annoying little ass anywhere near my apartment anymore, s‘that clear?“
This sentence has been stuck in your head, repeating over and over since the last interaction you had with joel. But not just in your head but somehow also in your heart too. Like a sharp blade, stinging you constantly, whenever it gets quiet and you remember what happened. Whenever you see him on the apartments hallway, completely ignoring you, sting. The times you come on your fingers, with that scenario in mind, imagining his hands gripping your skin, the texture of his jeans underneath you, the sweet pet names, sting. Because you bring to mind how he mocked you, how he looked at you and how he didn’t want to have anything to do with you after that.
You felt embarrassed, ashamed and hurt. First, you didn’t know what got into you on that day. Second, it would’ve been much more easier to handle this guilt afterwards if he was young and wasn’t living right next to you. His age turned you on, the roughness of it all. The manliness that comes with handling everything himself, demanding personality and the stern nature. But he was much older than you and you knew all the risks that came with dating much older men.
You didn’t know yourself like this. Being struck by a man, completely forgetting morals and self respect and just going dumb, while he mocks you. And then riding his thigh because he showed you one second of his soft side. Maybe he was just hurt? Maybe he was just joking around?
You slapped your hands on top of your face, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to overcome the sense of embarrassment. Apparently you were too naive and you also knew that you still wanted him. That you could not turn it off, you could not just ignore the throbbing between your legs, you could not ignore the attraction you felt for this man. He didn’t want you, he made it clear. But gave you a taste of what to except from him and left you with longing for more.
—
Joel wasn’t doing well either. The guilt was butchering him, it was unbearable and the fact that you really stopped with all of your annoying greetings and random visits made his stomach turn just more. Hell, they were not annoying. He was just being dramatic, messing with you. He knows that he is grumpy, he knows that he is annoyed with everything and maybe not the most nice human being but how could he? Since he lost his daughter he could not feel an ounce of happiness. He locked himself up from the rest of the world and let nobody in, wanting to protect his already broken heart and just live his life. In peace.
You come here with all that happy and quirky attitude, caring for him and being all joyful. He didn’t need that right now, he wasn’t— heck, he wasn’t ready for that. But deep down he knew that you didn’t deserve that. Even if the mean behaviour got you gushing like a faucet, it okey for him to call you annoying and that he didn’t want you near his apartment again. You are living alone, what if you need something? Advice, an open ear? Food? Something he has to fix? …to cum again?
Whenever he saw you he excepted a little ‘hello’, a smile, a something. Your face lacked any expression, your body moving fast to open the door and get in before he has to stand there with you. After that he realised what kind of damage he had done.
The day he let you ride his thigh was unusual, he was going to fix the damn fridge and would be out of there in 10 minutes. Then he saw how restless you were, leg shaking, eyes glassy and thighs clenching. Poor girl, he thought to himself. Was him sitting there and trying to read the instructions making you this restless? It was surprising, but nothing that he wasn’t excepting as he always saw how you looked at his arms or torso whenever he was outside, packing his car or when you visit him. He knew you needed to get it out of your system once in a lifetime to leave him alone, but what if he needed it also?
It was also crystal clear that he wanted you. I mean who wouldn’t? Pretty thing like you, swaying your hips from left to right, always trying your best to have manners and be nice, sweet doe eyes and a beautiful smile. He felt guilty, he was old, too old to be in your business, he would ruin you. It was killing him getting off on his fist with the thought of you and only you.
It was the middle of the night and you woke up at 2am, feeling this need and throbbing between your legs. Again. Your sleepy state of mind didn’t do much of thinking as you slide your hands down to your panties and started to rub your clit, eyes closed and lazily. The wetness spreading through your folds as you tiredly moan into the quiet room. Hips bucking in the need of wanting something more, something that leaves you as satisfied as the day your fridge broke. Joel.
You finger rubs faster with every breath that you take, the squelching sounds of your wetness getting more and more louder, just like your moans. Flashes of joel come up in your mind, the beautiful brown eyes, big strong shoulders, his rough hands and beautiful hair coaxing you into your orgasm as you start to cry out his name into the night until— a knock on your door.
You sit up as quick as you never did, the tiredness long gone, you wipe your fingers on your panties. Eyes widen you ask yourself who the hell it that is knocking on your door at this hour. Your pulse still high from your stolen orgasm going higher because now you are kinda scared.
Standing up slowly, you move to your door. Gently listening, trying to figure out if there was really someone standing there. But you could hear nothing.
You opened the door slowly, peeking trough the small gap and seeing him standing there. Hands on his hip, jacket and jeans still on. You swallowed, what the hell was he doing here in the middle of the night? Why was he still wearing his work clothes and looked like he was sweating? Your eyes widened just more, he was the last person you excepted on your doorstep.
“Open up, girl. S’just me.” He muttered, clearly trying to keep his voice down, not wanting to disturb your other neighbours.
“What do you want?” You whispered quickly through the gap, earning a sigh, his hand running through his curls.
“Just need to talk about something, open up. It’s important”
The confusion grew just bigger and bigger while in the pit of your stomach fear start to spread. Did he hear you?
you slowly backed off and opened the door for him. His huge frame didn’t change a bit, he just looked at you, the familiar brown eyes scanning you from head to toe. Your cheeks flushed, realising what you are wearing. The thin white silky nightgown you just bought, under that just your panties.
His breath hitched as he saw you like this. Your head was looking down, your arms nervously playing with the hem of your gown and if the moon didn’t shine trough the window, thank god it did, he couldn’t see your perked up nipples and the little panties you wore, the dress just barely covering your thighs. He was about to lose his god damn mind.
You looked up to him baffled, how he had the audacity to come to your apartment after telling you that he didn’t want you anywhere near his apartment.
“Uh, how ya’ doin’ girl?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice. He looked around the room, his eyes always falling to your body, but looking quickly away but you noticed.
“What do you mean how am I doing? I’m trying to sleep?” You exclaimed, clearly getting frustrated and unpatient, crossing your arms on your chest.
“Yea, yea. You’re right. Disturbed ya huh?”
What the hell was he even talking about? Was he drunk? Did he really hear you? your nervous system almost falling apart at the thought of him hearing you moan his name at the night and him coming to you to ask you about it.
“Steve called me. Said there is something goin’ on with the sinks and the pipes, need’ta have a look.”
Steve, the landlord of this apartment complex. Something about this story wasn’t adding up, he looked so unsure, looking trough the room, avoiding your eyes.
“Steve? Called you? In the middle of the night?” You asked suspicious, his eyes landing on you.
“Yes, in the middle of the night because it’s an emergency, girl. Now if you would let me just quickly look into your bathrooms sink, I will leave the princess alone so she can get her beauty sleep.” His voice was rough, like he just woke up from his sleep. And that tone, annoyed and acting like he knows it all, no one should contradict him. So stubborn.
You looked at him up and down, something still wasn’t adding up. This was sure not a very logical story. Why couldn’t steve just call you? Why was he sending joel? And whatever is going on with the pipes, you definitely didn’t notice anything different while doing your nightly routine. So what was all of this about?
He sighed.
“Girl, listen. Ain’t happy about being here too, but I gotta look into this, promise I leave as soon as possible”
Deep down you were somehow happy to that he was here. His presence felt warm and the scolding and annoying tone felt familiar, like nothing happened between you two. But of course your body was betraying you once more, the aching and stolen orgasm from earlier was still present. Like an uninvited guest, pushing you further and further into an uncomfortable situation that you didn’t want to repeat again.
“Okey, come with me”
Joel didn’t know what the hell he was doing here. Not a single brain cell acted with caution in this scenario, not one thought came into his mind that told him it was a bad idea. He heard you moaning out his name.
Again.
He hears it every god damn night and it drives him absolutely mad. There is this little angel laying in her bed, desperately pushing her small fingers into her cunt, knowing it’s not enough, aching and begging for him and something more, for something bigger and something that full fills her completely. His cock throbbing like it hadn’t in the last 20 years, his heart aching, just wanting to be there and fill you to the brim, fuck you thoroughly and good just the way you deserve.
So he had enough, knocking on your door in the middle of the night like a mad man. His story dumb and not logical and if you were to ask a little more about that he probably would’ve run away in embarrassment. The sight of your small frame in that little tiny silk dress made it all worth it for him tho.
“Sorry, s’a mess in here. Not excepted any visitors.”
You stood there in your small bathroom, showing him your sink and he immediately got into his knees looking for the pipes underneath.
“S’okey. Not used to seeing something else anyways.” He chuckled but you didn’t smile nor did you make any expression because you were still mad at him.
He looked through the pipes and you looked at his board shoulders and back. But after a while it seemed to you like he didn’t know what he was doing. He just rolled the tubes around, inspecting them like they were showing signs of something wrong but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Agonising 5 minutes you stood there behind him, your back against your washing mashing and him still not doing anything but just inspecting and touching the pipes. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?
He turns around, looks at your eyebrows pinched and his gaze fall on your body. The bathroom was well lit so now everything was on display, your gown being see through and the cold in the night making your nipples hard, the patch of wetness visible on your panties.
Joel was about the lose it. He clenched his jaw, his eyebrows furrowing just more, his mouth going dry and the bulge in his pants making him uncomfortable, he could no longer deny the fact that he just came here because he wanted to see you—see you and totally take care of you.
“Can hear ya always, y’know?”
Your heart dropped, goosebumps spread all over your body as you looked at him dumbfounded. Completely loss at words as he just chuckled at your reaction.
“The walls are thin, sweetheart.”
Warmth spreading across your panties, a little gush. Your cheeks heated and red, you looked down, embarrassment washing down on you. Not only he was aware of your attraction to him, but also the way he had an influence on you and your body. Like he knew it like the back of his hand, knew what buttons to push to make you silent pliant doll for him.
Apparently that’s why he was there and somehow, you were happy. Somehow the deep embarrassment was leaving slowly by slowly and you completely wanted to give yourself to him, let him take the lead and do whatever he wanted with you.
Joel stood up, his tall frame caging you. His rough hand slowly landing on your hip, squeezing the flesh and earning a yelp from you. His tobacco and whiskey tinted smell clouding your mind once more, the desperation transforming to need.
You looked up to him while his hand explored your body, squeezing there and there, landing on your tits, massaging them roughly while giving extra attention to your perked up nipples, gently pulling them and pinching them. Your head fell into his chest, whining at the feeling on your breasts. He cooed into the room.
“Poor fucking, baby. Poor baby, got you so fuckin’ needy. Yea, got you so fucking needy baby.”
You felt like crying at how much needy he got you. His hands left your tits, gently grabbing your neck, then your hair tugging at it, making you look up to him with glassy eyes and a pleading look.
This is what he wanted to see. This fucked out look, lips swollen, eyes glassy and full of desperation and he didn’t even do anything yet. So easy to get worked up, so responsive to his touch.
He gently neared his lips to yours, you eagerly connecting them, kissing them with a whine. He was caught off guard but figured it out as the kiss intensified, his hands still in your hair, he made a pony tail tugging at it whenever you became too desperate, nearly bitting his lips off.
As he pulled away, you whined, always whining for his touch and his guidance. He looked at you for a good moment before tugging again on your hair making it fall back, revealing your neck to him. He hungrily kissed every inch of your cleavage, sucking marks there and on your neck. The impatience was growing, as you started to move around too much he pulled your hair again and strategically put his knee between your legs.
“Fucking desperate. How the hell am I supposed to work with this huh? Fidgety little girl. What are you gonna do when I bounce you on my cock? Gonna break it in half hm?”
“Nuh uh” you cried out, his knee starting to rub your cunt again just like the day he wanted to fix your fridge. His hands were still tugging your hair as you slowly get off to his knee, him just fixated on you, eyebrows pinched, completely mesmerised by your pleasure.
“Nah baby. We gotta set some rules. You wanna keep doin’ that, i’ll leave you with nothing. It’s either listening to me or I have you unsatisfied crying in your bed because your little fingers are not enough for you to get off.”
You nodded instantly, pausing your movements on his knee and looking at him as he let your hair free and slowly moved to the strings of your gown. Letting them fall down your arms and revealing your tits to him. He immediately latched on to your left nipple sucking and biting while you were controlling yourself not to buck on his knee.
“You do what I say when I say it, we clear?” He asked, your tit leaving his mouth with a pop.
“Yes”
“Repeat it.”
“I do everything you say when you are saying it.” You obediently repeated him, looking into his darkened eyes waiting for him to answer.
But he had other plans.
You yelped out as he unexpectedly hooked two fingers into you. You couldn’t even comprehend in what time he pulled down your panties and slid his hands down there. He groaned as you harshly tugged on his arms, making him closer then he already is, pressing you more into the washing machine behind you.
His fingers made a squelching sound whenever he drew them out and plugged them back in. Silent moans leaving your mouth, his fingers way bigger than his. It was stretching you, such an unusual feeling, hitting just the right spots you didn’t even know their existence about.
Sure you had sexual encounters before but none of these people ever took their time to really pleasure you.
Joels hand was dripping with your juices, it soaked his fingers full but he didn’t stop thrusting them into your cunt, not even when you shook your head from side to side babbling something about toomuch t-toomuch.
His gaze never left yours as he fucked you open, sometimes scissoring and curling them in you.
“Shh, shh. That’s it. Crying on two fingers already, how are you gonna take my cock hm? Have to stretch you out properly.”
Your fists were weakly banging on his chest as your body moved up and down on his fingers, your hips sitting on top his leg and back against the machine behind you. Your tits gently moving along the thrusts, he enjoyed the show, his face smug and knew that the pleasure was unbearable for you.
He pressed the palm of his hand on your clit, gently stimulating it while your legs completely shook, your body gone limb as you cry out into the bathroom cumming all over his fingers. Joel’s fingers slowed down but still going in a good rhythm so you could ride out your orgasm properly.
Your breathing was still coming in quick, you laid your head on his chest and started to calm down.
“Talkin’ about too much. Little cunt s’gonna take more than that now, baby.”
“Mhm, please” you whined into his shirt, his fingers were still inside you, not moving, just gently feeling the pulsing and clenching of your cunt. The mess you made on his hand was still dripping down.
He took your hair into his fist again and tugged you back. It was hard for him to control himself when you looked like this, he didn’t even do much. One orgasm and you were trembling. Eyes red and swollen because you cried, cheeks still wet and mouth full of drool. What was he gonna do to you on his cock? Break you apart?
“Fucking hell, drooling and crying all over yourself. Look at ya. Pretty fucking girl” he kissed the your tears away, kissing your forehead, your chin and then your lips again. You lazily kissed him back, the energy and eagerness already slowed down with the release, you were floating.
You suddenly broke the kiss, crying out, feeling his fingers going in and out of your cunt again. He chuckled, tugging at your hair and pulling you into the kiss again. There was no time to think for you, he was overstimulating you every second. It was so sensitive that tears started to form in your eyes again.
“Mhph—please. Not again.” You whined shaking your head escaping his kiss.
He mockingly pouted at you, slowing down with his fingers.
“Gonna replace it with my cock and show you what to cry and pout about, hon. S’that what you want? Without proper stretching? Poor cunt would get all achy, baby.”
You wanted him to fuck you, truly. But at what state this was going, it would probably hurt a lot. So you listened to him and let him finger you again, your pussy clenching releasing gush after gush. You bit your lips as he started going faster and harder again, body moving up and down as you buried your face into his neck, now fully sobbing at the overwhelming stimulation.
“Just one more, c’mon angel. Cum on my fingers, show me you can take my cock”
You bit down his jacket, this one coming very tingly, stronger than the first one but more releasing, like a relief washing over you. You bucked your hips into his fingers, him holding you and sitting you down on the washing machine finally. With his other hand he rubbed your back up and down, while he slowed down with his pumping in your cunt.
“Atta girl, s’what i’m talking about. Always listening to me.”
He grazed over your little clit with his palm once, twice as you let the aftershocks of your orgasm settle in. You didn’t even notice when he picked you up and went to your bedroom.
He gently laid you down on your bed, your head completely clouded, legs spread as you burrowed your face into one of your pillows, humming.
“What a sight. Pretty girl on her pretty bed, swollen wet cunt on display, clenching on nothing.”
Joel took his jacket off while speaking, then his jeans dropped down, seeing his hard bulge absolutely leaking his shorts full. It was truly a miracle how he didn’t already cum in his pants while fingering you.
The bed weighted down as you felt him get on top of you, putting the pillow away from you and looking at you like a little puppy.
“Hi.” You squeaked.
“Hi, baby. Already getting tired on me?”
You shook your head. “No, jus’ feel good”
He chuckles at that, kissing all over your face and peking your lips.
“Now you gonna feel even better, honey.” you looked down seeing his huge cock out, angry leaking tip, twitching and releasing pre cum all over. His tip was huge and the rest of it girthy and big, and on the end there was his salt and pepper bush, covering him all over.
“S’huge” your worried eyes found him as he slowly started to jerk off his cock, squeezing the tip lightly making it ooze some precum out.
“Yea, that’s why. I told ya.”
Your cunt was begging for him to finally fuck you, but you were still worried that it might hurt you.
“Gonna take care of you, don’t worry baby. S’okey.”
His reassuring words made you feel safe, warm and bubbly, you loved his soft side. His mean side was hot but this side you preferred more. You gently run your head through his curls, tugging him for a kiss. He hummed into the kiss, deepening it, his cock slowly starting to stretch you out.
“When you want us to stop baby—fuck. Ya just scream red, s’ that clear?”
“I scream red, yes.” You repeated him just like he told you, earning a kiss on your forehead for that and a little good girl.
At first it was a slight stretch and sting that made you mewl into his lips, but he hushed you, slowly feeding his cock into you, slightly pulling out and doing the same again.
You pulled away from his lips with a cry, tears starting to form in your eyes as he gently held your left cheek, whispering sweet nothings, looking into your eyes. His other hand coming on your little button, swollen from the previous releases, he starts to rub you gently.
Your whimpers turn into little moans as you clench down on his cock that’s only is halfway in there.
“Doing so well, honey.” He whispered “so so well.” and that with another rub on your clit was all it took for you to come on his cock again. This was the most powerful one. Your whole body shook as you buried your head into the pillows on top of you and joel making holding you close to him, as you ride out your orgasm. He grunts, trying not to cum with you clenching down on his dick hard.
Joel takes the chance to fully insert himself into you while you were still dealing with the climax, face still buried in the pillow, the moans filling the room, he loved every second of it. Turned you into a crying mess. Daddydaddydaddy you whimpered into out, his eyes widened, a deep growl coming from him, his cock in you throbbing with need.
He felt absolutely feral, he didn’t give you time to adjust you on his cock and placed his hands on your waist, slowly but surely thrusting in and out of you, your gushing heat perfectly hugging him and the lots of cum you already released mixing perfectly with his pre cum, making it easier to just hold you and fuck into you.
This is what you needed. You were always imagining this scenario in your head whenever you got off, imagining him taking care of you, handling you and making you feel safe in his arms.
“Was right with stretching you out huh? Look how easy you are taking this cock in you, baby.”
He held your neck, pulling you away from the pillows, making you slightly sit up and watch how his shaft is disappearing completely in and out. You whined, legs shaking as you tried to escape from his grip so you could burrow your face into the pillow again, but he didn’t let you.
“Nuh uh, watch how i’m fucking ya.” He growled, his hips never slowing down on you, your cunt feeling too good, too tight. He never wanted to stop.
“Always with the tears. Just crumbling all over daddy’s dick. S’what you are good for, dumb little girl like you”
So he kept fucking you.
In and out, In and out.
The matress underneath you completely soaked with your mess, one of his hands patiently rubbing your clit while the other one wiping your tears away. His lips always grazed yours, placing kisses all over your neck, suckling, knowing you are going to be all bruised up tomorrow.
“Please—gonna—daddy.” you cried out, his cock leaving your pussy as you squirted into his torso, your body shaking, legs going numb and your face completely sobbing.
“Fuck, angel. Keep going baby.” He kept rubbing at your little nub, while you released gush after gush, your body completely exhausted at this point, going limb on the mattress. It was unbelievable, you never squirted before and it felt like heaven came down on you. The pleasure was unbearable at this point, your cunt completely overstimulated, swollen and red. You looked up to him, breathing heavily you saw him jerking off his cock, dangerously close to your pussy. He wasn’t going to fuck you one more time right?
“S’too much”
“Y’know what to say, when it’s really too much.” He sternly told you, holding his hand on your chin making you look into his eyes. You nodded, mouth dry not having the energy to repeated anything right now. Luckily he accepted that.
Your body completely bucked and shook as you felt his cock entering you once more. Your fists tried to fight him off, but there was no use. He began thrusting again, he held your face in his hands and just stroked the tears away.
“Shh sh. None of that. C’mon now, with daddy. One more.”
He fucked you absolutely without slowing down. Your throat was hurting at how much you were sobbing and pleading him no. But he wasn’t letting up.
“What if I fill ya up hm? Make this belly full.”
You shook your head, eyes widening as he chuckled.
“People—the people are gonna talk. Would kill you”
“Yeah baby? They would kill me? For filling you up, making you a mama? What if we test that theory out hm?”
You couldn’t help but clench, his smugness turning you on, the way he insisted doing whatever he pleases, your mind going to the morning after pill you still had in one of your drawers. The relief washing over you, as you buried your face into his neck, feeling his thrusts getting messier and messier.
Your nipples were rubbed raw on his shirt, your hands tugging at his curls, his lips attaching them on your neck. He was growling and moaning into your ear, you’ve never heard something hotter.
“S’that what you wanted? Old man fucking you, filling you up, making you his hm? Taking care of you. Just like the little pillow princess she is” your hips bucked up to him, matching his thrusts, you were close.
“Please— s’what I wanted uh huh, yes” you nodded your head quickly, feeling his lips forming a smile on your neck.
His thrusts grew sloppier and sloppier and as you felt his muscles clench and one of his hand sneaking down, starting to rub at your poor sensitive clit again.
“C’mon with me, baby. One last time, cum for daddy angel.”
This one was more soft and more loving than the other ones because you guys came together, you clenched down on his dick while he released in you, filling you up.
He grunted into your ear while slowly and surely he was done, his cock growing soft in you. You kissed him on the cheek, making him look up to you. His face was exhausted pretty brown eyes droopy and lips were swollen. Now he was the one who truly looked fucked out. He smiled to you, feeling tiredness overcome him as he softly buried his face into your neck and closed his eyes. You stroked his curls, his back making him hum. And then you heard snoring coming, knowing he fell asleep.
“Poor old man.” You closed your eyes too, satisfied.
That was A LOT. I hope this somehow makes up for tomorrow’s episode (i’m not ready). Again, feedback is gladly appreciated, i’m still new to writing. i’m so happy that lots of people liked the first part and now I have almost 200 followers which is crazy! 😭🤭
Thank you for all the people reading and especially for the people who wanted a pt. 2! @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @iamsherlocked-1998 @viicwz @jasminedragoon @pedroswife69
haiii requesting some more fauxcest fat!reader x dadbf!joel 😵💫 in particular i would love if he called reader “little dove” and “kiddo” YEAHYUH
The Pie Contest
Summary: there is a pie contest in your neighbourhood. and joel makes sure you know you're the sweetest pie.
Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, FAUXCEST, huge age gap, fat!reader, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie, clit rubbing, nipple pinching, pet names (kiddo, peanut, little dove), (1) bite, slight pervy!joel, body worship i think, no outbreak,
A/N: this is fiction. not real. a fantasy. words. it cannot hurt you. in fact, it can do nothing. it doesn't exist. please scroll if you don't like any of this. also this is not proofread at all bc the heat is turning me into bacon. Enjoy ducky and my pookies! <333
In the warm glow of a sunlit afternoon, where the neighborhood hummed with the excited buzz of a pie contest in the air, little you found herself lingering in the kitchen longer than actually needed.
The cherry pie you made sat cooling on the counter, its sweet scent wrapping around you like a cozy blanket, but your mind wandered to the big, old man out in the garage.
You tugged on the hem of Joel's old flannel on your body, the soft fabric brushing against your plush belly and thick thighs, with nothing underneath to shield the way it clung to your full curves.
"Dad?" you called out softly at first, your voice sweet as pie with a little whine creeping in. "You reckon this pie's gonna win? I added extra cherries just like you like 'em."
From the garage came that low southern rumble, voice carrying through the open door as he worked on his truck:
"That so, peanut? You better make sure it's perfect, now. Ain't no sense in half doin' things 'round here."
He sounded stern, like an old man set in his own ways, but there was that underlying sweetness, that always made you feel like his special little dove.
"I did it all for you, dad. Made it real sweet, just how you taught me. But...you think the neighbors'll like it?"
Joel grunted, the sound of tools clinking echoing out. "Neighbours ain't what matter, kiddo. You focus on makin' ya old man proud. Come on out here when you're done fussin' with that pie. I could use a taste of somethin' good after sweatin' over this damn engine."
His drawl thickened already with that pervy edge, the kind that made your cheeks flush.
You qufkly picked up a warm slice on a plate, padding barefoot across the floor, the flannel riding up to expose the curve of your ass with each step.
The garage smelled like grease and sweat when you arrived, Joel bent over the hood, his broad shoulders stretching his own flannel tight, sweat glistening on his strong neck and arms.
"Here, dad," you called, holding out the fork. "Taste it for me? But I can't give ya more...the rest is for the pie contest."
He straightened up slow, wiping his hands on a rag, those kind but stern eyes raking over your body with hunger.
"Now hold on there, little dove. You bringin' me a slice and then sayin' that's all? That ain't right, peanut. Your daddy worked hard out here, fixin' this car so it runs smooth for you. Least you can do is let me have my fill." His voice dropped lower, a bit stern as he stepped closer, one big hand settling on your wide hip. "You know what else you can give me, don't ya? That sweet little body of yours, all soft and warm, just beggin' for attention."
You shifted, the flannel parting slightly over your belly, your thighs pressing together as a whine escaped.
"Dad...that's not fair...the pie's gotta be perfect."
But Joel's hand only slid lower, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, pulling you against his sweaty chest.
"Fair ain't got nothin' to do with it, kiddo. You been dancin' 'round in my shirt, nothin' under it, shakin' those thick hips like you want your old man to notice. And I notice, peanut. Every damn jiggle and curve."
He lifted you easy onto the front of the car, the hood warm from the sun and solid under your soft ass. "Let's see how good I fixed this hood, little dove. Spread them pretty thighs for daddy."
His fingers found your slick heat quick, roughly stroking through your folds with a slowess that drew out every single sensation. Your body reacted with little, small shivers and gasps as he circled your clit.
"Daddy...neighbours might see," you whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, your fat belly pressing softly against him.
Joel didn't falter, didn't stop, didn't care.
"Let'em look, sweet girl. Ain't no shame in lovin' on my girl like this," he growled. "God damn. Your body’s a masterpiece, all them rolls and that full, beautiful belly I get to hold while I fuck you deep."
He freed his thick cock with that, pushing inside you in one slow, filthy thrust, stretching your dripping cunt with a steady power that made the car creak under your weight.
He rocked into you, hips rolling in drawn out, slow strokes that met your g-spot with a soft 'tudtudtudtud.'
In and out, In and out.
He worshipped every damn curve, hands roaming to your heavy, pretty breasts, squeezing that soft flesh in his big hands and tracing the lines of your waist like they were treasures.
"That's it, honey, take your dad's cock. That's what ya made for."
Your whines quickly filled the air, sweet and needy, body jiggling with each thrust as he pounded harder. His thumb found your clit, head bend down to watch how he disappeared in your cunt.
"Fuck, baby...Look at all that cream coating Daddy's cock every time I pull out. You're makin' such a mess on your old man's dick."
"Dad, please...it's too much," you gasped, but he only chuckled, bending to kiss your neck, his thrusts only speeding up.
"Shhh, little dove. You can take it. Daddy knows ya can." He nodded his head at you, softly brushing your hair from your face and putting jt behind your ear.
Then suddenly, he took you into his arms, cock still nestled deep inside you while he carried you to his workbench, turning you around and bending you over it as gentle as he could, the wood cool against your skin.
You gasped, looking back at him.
He started searching through his stuff when he grunted "there we go," and a small, dirty mirror appeared right in front of you. He pulled your hair back just enough to make you meet your own eyes in the reflection.
"Look at that beautiful body, peanut," he rasped, sliding back into your dripping cunt from behind, his cock stretching you full once agaun.
Your reflection showed every jiggle, every curve he adored—your thick thighs trembling, belly soft and pressed down, breasts swaying as he thrust deeper.
"Watch ya self, honey. See what I adore every single day."
Your cunt clenched around his cock as the words sank in, that pride in his voice making your pussy ache even harder.
You watched your own face—flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with all that need.
He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back, the grit of his skin grinding against your soft flesh. His hand—rough, calloused, black under the nails—slid up your belly, gripping a handful of your breast. His thumb found your nipple, pinching it hard enough to make you gasp, and he chuckled, a wet, rattling sound in your ear.
"Mhm, look at you," he rasped, nodding at the mirror. "My beautiful girl."
He pulled his hips back slowly, letting you feel every ridge of his cock drag along your walls, then slammed forwards with a big grunt.
In the mirror, your whole body quaked—thighs rippling, ass bouncing, belly slapping against the cool wood of the workbench. The sound was wet, slick, obscene. His balls slapped against your cunt with each thrust, sticky with your own juices and the sweat dripping off of his thighs.
He reached around with his other hand, dirty fingers finding your clit. "Feel that? Feel Daddy's filthy fingers on ya? You like that, don't ya? A dirty girl needs a dirty man."
You whimpered, watching your reflection—your mouth open, drool starting to leak from the corner, your eyes rolling back every time he hit that spot deep inside.
He noticed, grinning, and pulled your hair harder, forcing your chin up so you had to watch yourself fall apart.
"Don't look away, peanut. See how your tits bounce? See how your pussy grips me? Fuckin' soaked. You're drippin' down my balls, girl. Makin' a mess on my damn workbench."
He spat then—a thick, gooey glob of saliva—right onto your lower back, then used his thumb to rub it into your cunt, mixing with the cream and the grime from his hands. The feel of it, warm and wet and dirty, made your cunt clench so hard he groaned.
"Yeah, that's it. Squeeze me. Come on, let me feel that pussy cream on my cock."
He started pounding faster, less rhythm, more desperation. His grunts were animalistic, his breathing ragged.
He leaned forward, bit your shoulder—hard enough to bruise—then licked the mark, tasting salt and grease. "Keep your eyes on the mirror, little dove."
Then suddenly, two fingers wrapped in your own slick, pushed into your mouth without warning. You tasted yourself—tangy, salty, mixed with the grit of his dirty skin. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, smearing you on your lips.
"Suck 'em clean," he growled. "Suck 'em clean for ya Dad."
You did, obediently, hollowing your cheeks, your eyes locked on the mirror: you looked completely used, fucked, utterly debauched. And you loved it.
He pulled his fingers out with a pop, then wrapped both arms around your hips, lifting you slightly so he could angle deeper. The new position shifted your weight, and in the mirror you saw your cunt stretched around his cock—slick, pink, swollen—and the ring of white cream forming at the base, your body's slick mixed with his pre-cum and the sweat from his groin.
He grunted, his rhythm turning into a hard, punishing series of thrusts. "Gonna fill ya up, peanut. Gonna pump ya full of cum so deep inside this pussy, it'll leak outta ya for days. You want that, don't ya? Want Dad to paint your insides with his cream?"
You nodded, a broken whimper escaping your throat. Your reflection showed tears tracking through the dust on your cheeks, your hair a tangled mess, your lips swollen.
"Yeah, you do. Dad knows, baby."
He slammed home one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and you felt his cock twitch and pulse, hot cum flooding your womb in thick, ropey spurts. It was so much, so warm and wet, that your own orgasm crashed through you, your body convulsing, your cunt milking him, your moans turning into a guttural, ragged cry.
You watched yourself come undone—face contorted, legs trembling, belly jiggling with aftershocks. He stayed buried, grinding slow, letting every last drop of his cum spill inside you.
Then he pulled out with a wet schlick, and a trail of his seed dripped from your cunt, sliding down your thigh.
You saw it: the milky white mixed with your juices, running over your skin, landing on the ground.
He kissed the back of your neck, his lips gritty and chapped. "Look at you, kiddo," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That's my good little dove. Now go and win that contest for yer Dad."
Guys, i'm going to take a step back from heavy fauxcest and certain icky themes for a bit. I've noticed some of it just doesn't feel right for me personally rn, so I'm sticking to what I'm comfortable with. But i'm gonna keep writing, still unhinged, filthy and sweet but less fauxcest-y for a tiny bit. I hope yall can understand.
Also that damn pie in her hands just vanished into the backrooms. Don't focus on that, focus on the filth😀🙂↕️
Hiii, i love your writing. Could you please do one where you and Joel just started dating. And maybe go to a little event or social gathering and he sees a lot of guys looking at you and talking to you and he gets jealous and sad. Thinking you deserve better, younger and he gets insecure. But you make sure he knows you love him. Thanks!!
My Old man
Warnings: Joel is insecure, Age gap!, lots of fluff!!!
It wasn't the first time he'd felt this way. Countless times when you two went out for dinner together or were invited to some event in Jackson, you were stared at. The staring was from young men who wanted to dance with you, who thought you were pretty, hot. But the other old men were staring too. And even the women. They spent the evening gossiping about how the hell you could have landed as a pretty young girl with an old geezer like Joel. Is he holding you hostage? Is he manipulating you? You'd heard it all.
But you never paid attention to this. You were happy with Joel, more than happy. All those other men in Jackson could never give you what Joel gives you.
But Joel still took it to heart.
The looks from others, the gossip. He knew this would happen after he held your hand and said he wanted to be with you. He had his doubts; he never thought you, a beautiful young woman, could ever love him. But you pushed those doubts away every time. You loved him more than anything in this world, and you showed him that, every day.
You saw his face. Pouting and eyebrows furrowed. Deep in thought. This event was a small dance, nothing serious. Joel didn't even want to go, but Maria insisted. Every time any of those men even glanced at you, he got jealous and had a sad face, that looked down on the ground, just thinking. You couldn't bear to look at it much longer.
"Maria, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well, so Joel and I are leaving early."
You worried Joel with that. He immediately set off alarm bells and asked you if you were okay. When you got home, the questions continued, but you had something else on your mind.
“You mr.miller gonna sit down and we will have a little talk about something.” His face was all confused while you pushed him gently down to the couch, making him sit down.
You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, his sweet eyes never leaving you, like an obedient puppy.
“Baby. My old man. There is nothing in this world that I want more than you. And only you.” You could see his face drop and even heart drop at that.
He sighed into the room, looked at you with a certain exhaustion, and sadness. Uncertainty. "Don't look at me like that, Joel. I mean it, and you should know it."
"Sweetheart, I—I just don't know what you see in me. Heck, these guys that look at you are all fit, they can go with you to those stupid events without whining about their backs, can keep up with you and they don’t have a past.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. You sat up and gently sat down his lap, his cosy pullover hugging you just right.
“I can’t believe you think like that, joel. I don’t care about any of these guys. I don’t care about you ‘not being fit’ which is not true by the way—“ you stopped pointing at his crotch and winking, earning a chuckle from him.
“I don’t even want to go to these stupid events either, look— we went because of maria. Nothing more. Wanted to be home with my man and watch some stupid movies he loves so much.”
“Hey—they ain’t stupid.” He chuckled again.
“Yea yea, whatever. But this is what I really mean joel. Since I came to jackson you were the only one in my eyes. Didn’t care about your past, didn’t care about your back, didn’t care about the fact that you were grumpy—“
“Wait now you are putting extra things in there”
“Sh sh. Didn’t care about any other boys. I saw you and the way you handled things turned me on, your way of demanding, taking care of people, being so stubborn but also the kindest of them all. The one who came to my house because I skipped patrol one day and asked if I was okey.”
His sweet eyes turned glassy, as he held you on your hips and squeezed, letting out a little smile.
“You’re too good to me, baby.”
“Nah, it’s not being good, i’m telling the truth.” You nodded, gently stroking his hair, playing with his curls. “Of course, everything is going slower, of course there are things that you can’t actively do. But I love it just because of that. I enjoy slow evenings on the porch with you. I enjoy waking up late and drinking black coffee that tastes like poison—“ he let out a giggle.
“And I love your wood carvings, your handsome face, your white hair that suits you so much, that grumpy face you always make whenever you need to read something with your glasses.”
You looked into each other’s eyes, he leaned in and connected your lips.
“Can’t believe I have you, baby. My pretty girl.” He cupped your face softly, giving you a peck on your forehead.
“Promise me you are gonna stop having these thoughts about yourself.”
“Can’t really stop them, but I will try and do my best from letting them get me.” He whispered, nodding his head to you.
You put your forehead to his and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, the world around you going silent.
