Summary: Joel is your neighbor in the trailer park with a dirty mouth who gives you orgasms.
Pairing: Perv!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Content warnings: MDNI, modern no outbreak AU where Joel is not a dad, one Sons of Anarchy reference, one mention of Joel’s gut, sleazeball!Joel, ribbed condom joke, oral sex (F receiving), a few spanks, protected P-in-V, tit/nipple play, biting, dirty talk, Joel refers to himself as "Daddy" once (it surprised me but my heart told me to write it), aftercare
Word count: 2,577
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Author's note: this is my post for celebrating 200 followers on here!!! yay!!! thank you everyone so so so so much!!! I want to kiss everyone!!!! I was lowk pulling for everyone to choose the Acacius story for this celebration post, but as I finished this one up, I started to like it more, so thank you to everyone who voted for perv!trailer park!Joel <3 it was very fun to write this Joel; I was only a little freaked out by purposely mischaracterizing him! anyways, thank you again to everyone who reads my works, everyone who likes, comments, and reblogs!!! I didn't realize how amazing reblogging is until I started posting on this account! (reblog your favorite stories!!!) okay I'm done rambling, so please enjoy pervy!trailer park!Joel <3
You moved into the trailer park about a year ago. You wanted to live below your means to save up for a house. Blue Moon Trailer Park mostly houses divorced guys, you realized. There are a few families, a few other single people.
Then, there’s Joel, your next-door neighbor. He’s single, never been married, doesn’t have kids, and in his late forties. He works in construction, and for fun, he ogles your ass and your cleavage.
The day you moved in, he was sitting on his porch, wearing just his green plaid boxers, a beer bottle in one hand, a joint in the other. As you started unloading your car, he went inside his trailer, put on some jeans and a plaid shirt that he didn’t bother buttoning, then met you at the trunk of your car.
“Need some help, darlin’?” he asked, wearing a toothy grin.
You didn’t respond at first. You tilted your head to the side in slight confusion.
He held his hand out and introduced himself. “Name’s Joel Miller. Noticed ya ain’t got anyone to help ya bring in all o’ your things. Just thought I’d offer.”
In all honesty, you were immediately attracted to him. Maybe you watched too much Sons of Anarchy, but there was something about a nasty, slimy guy that always did it for you.
A guy who carried himself with confidence, unapologetic for his less than (typically) desirable habits. This guy was sitting half-naked on his porch with a drink and a joint in his hand when you rolled up twenty minutes ago. Now, he had put a shirt on, sure, but he hadn’t even bothered to button it, his slight gut sticking out. Joel fits the bill for nasty and slimy perfectly.
You shook his hand and gave him your name. You let him help you bring your things in. When he picked up especially heavy boxes and grunted in exertion, you felt your panties grow slicker.
He must’ve fucking smelled it on you or something, because by the time the two of you finished, he was suggesting he help you christen your new bedroom.
//
After living in the trailer park for a while, you recently got a second job waiting tables on weekend nights just to keep busy.
Apparently, Joel hasn’t been taking it very well.
The text on your phone comes in just as you’ve plopped onto your bed, still in your waitress uniform.
-Horny. R u up?
Is he serious? Did he seriously text you this at 3:00 in the morning, ten hours after you told him you’d be working until 2:00? Seriously?
Are you seriously putting your shoes back on and already crossing the eight feet of grass between your and Joel’s trailers?
…Yes.
You walk right in. Joel never locks his trailer when he’s in it, said he doesn’t see a point, and left it at that.
You’re greeted with the sight of Joel sitting on his couch, clad in his unzipped jeans and an unbuttoned denim shirt, with his cock in his hand.
“Thank the Lord,” he mumbles. “Get your pretty ass over here.”
You roll your eyes as you lock Joel’s front door, kicking your shoes off as you cross the living room.
“3:00 AM? Seriously, Joel?” you grumble. You stand in between his legs, undoing your jeans.
“Not like I forced you to come over here. Just asked if you were still up,” he points out, already slightly breathless as he lazily jerks himself off.
To the right of him, you spot old Playboy magazines.
You open your mouth again, but before you can give a speech about how offensive you find those magazines, Joel nods, saying, “Yes, seriously. Now c’mere. Need that sweet pussy real bad, baby.”
You push Joel into a lying down position, then shuck your jeans off, along with your panties, and kick off your shoes. He grabs the backs of your thighs and pulls you to the couch. You hover over his face, straddling his chest. He doesn’t waste time; he dives right in, pulling deep moans and groans from your mouth with ease.
He licks stripes up and down your slit until your thighs tighten around his head, a silent signal that he needs to get it together and actually eat.
Joel switches from long licks to concentrated swirls around your clit. You and Joel never really cared for drawing it out. The longest you’ve ever spent with Joel was an hour and a half, and that was only because he popped a viagra.
He feels your clit pulsate against his tongue, and that’s when he pushes you off him. You stumble back on his body while he sits up, his hands palming your bare ass.
“You worked a night shift at the diner, then came to my place to fuck,” he murmurs, his breath hot on your face, smelling of cheap whiskey and Marlboro Reds.
“So?” you groan.
“So... Someone likes me,” he teases as he pulls your shirt over your head, revealing the lace of your bra.
“Asshole,” you mutter as you roll your hips against his crotch.
“You’re not denyin’ it,” he hums in your ear, his hands still rubbing your cheeks.
“You got a condom or what?” you snap.
Joel shuts his mouth, purses his lips into a thin line, then nods. He reaches into his back pocket and holds up a single condom.
“Look,” he chuckles, waving the wrapper in your face. “Ribbed for her pleasure.”
You scoff and furrow your brow in annoyance, but pull his jeans down to his knees anyway so he can get the condom on.
“You’re scoffin’, but you know you like it,” Joel remarks as he rolls this condom over his hard length. “You just hate that you’re into me. The residential pervert, was how you put it last month, wasn’t it? Not like anyone’s gonna stone you for lettin’ me fuck you. We’re consentin’ adults, sunshine.”
“You think you could keep your mouth shut for five minutes?” you grumble as you hold him up to your entrance.
Joel clicks his tongue and gives a look of feigned offense. “Aw, baby, you know I always last longer than five minutes.”
You’re about to respond, but now he’s completely filling you, and you’re so full of him, so you have to moan.
“See? You love this,” he whispers.
“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble. “Big dick to match your fuckin’ personality.”
Joel’s hand comes down on your ass as you speak. A sharp pop pierces the air, and your moan follows.
“Hey, I’m bein’ nice,” he says, no anger in his voice. If anything, he might be a little hurt. “Didn’t force you to come over here. All I did was ask if you were awake.”
You don’t want to apologize because you know Joel isn’t being fully serious. Instead, you lean forward and kiss him, pulling a low growl from his throat. His hands move from your ass to your head, planting a firm grip.
“Mm,” you whine when he bites your bottom lip. “Jesus, fuck.”
Joel laughs, the sound deep and gravely in his chest. “You love this shit, dontcha, baby?”
“Shut up,” you pant, forehead heavily leaning against his.
His hands move from your head to your breasts, squeezing and kneading your flesh through your bra.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, a little less rough now.
You moan softly and shut your eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you, his hands on your breasts, his warm breath fanning against your face.
“Hey,” he murmurs, squeezing your breasts, just a little too hard, which has you inhaling sharply through your nose, your eyes opening wide. “Eyes on me, darlin’. Didn’t ask you over here just so you can hide those pretty eyes from me.”
You open your eyes but narrow your gaze and purse your lips, nearly likening yourself to an angry bull, Joel thinks, and it makes him smile.
“Attagirl. Yeah, is that so hard? Hm? I just wanna see ya. All o’ your pretty face, darlin’. Can’t come right if I don’t.”
Oh, he was doing so well. He just had to add that last part, didn’t he?
“Do you have some sort of contractual obligation where you have to ruin every remotely nice thing you say with a perverted afterthought? Huh?” you ask, rolling your hips harder against Joel’s.
He chuckles and thrusts up even harder, pulling a soft, pleasure-filled hiss from your lips.
“No,” he grunts. “Just don’t see a point in filterin’ myself when I know the way I talk makes you wet.”
You roll your eyes at that, and Joel grabs onto your jaw in such a way that has your lips puckering as he holds your gaze.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice low and husky.
You moan and ask, “Say what?” with a muffled voice as Joel keeps a tight grip on your jaw.
“Say you like hearin’ me run my dirty mouth.”
Joel doesn’t comment on the little gush of fluid he feels around his cock when you hear his words. He just keeps holding your gaze and waits for you to say the words.
“I-I like hearing you run your dirty mouth,” you say, your voice just a little higher-pitched than you’d like it to be.
Joel moans in appreciation, then shakes his head. “Mm, I don’t know, darlin’. I think what I actually wanna hear you say is that you love hearin’ me run my dirty mouth. Let’s try that, huh?”
You let out a soft whimper, then mumble, “I love hearing you run your dirty mouth.”
He nods in appreciation and lets go of your jaw.
“That’s my girl. Yeah, you’re such a good girl,” he praises as he plants both his hands on your hips and starts thrusting into you harder now.
You moan and lean forward, your hands planted on the arm of the couch behind him, your forehead against his as you watch his hips thrust up into you.
“Yeah, you like that?” he rasps. “Like watchin’ me fuck you? I can feel ya clenchin’ tighter around me. You’re just as fuckin’ perverted as me, aren’t ya, baby?”
“Shut up,” you moan, leaning your head back, moving your hands to his biceps, his thick, strong fucking biceps.
Joel doesn’t say anything; he just slaps your ass, which pulls a whiney moan from your throat.
“Yeah, you like hearin’ me talk, like watchin’ my cock split ya open, like it when I spank that pretty ass… You’re just too high up on that horse o’ yours to admit it.”
“Joel…” you moan, practically shaking on Joel’s lap now.
“Joel,” he mocks. “Don’t worry; I ain’t gonna make ya say it. Just somethin’ for you to stew on when you go home.”
You moan and lean your forehead against his again, your hands moving to his shoulders.
“I’m gonna come,” you whisper.
You feel him nod against your forehead. “I know, darlin’. You go on ahead. Show me how much you love hearin’ this nasty old man’s dirty mouth run. Go on. Be a good girl for me.”
That’s all it takes to have you turn into a shaking, whining mess. Joel fucks you through it, moves his hands to your breasts, massaging them through your lace bra.
Once you’ve come down, he whispers in your ear, “Okay, sweetheart. It’s Daddy’s turn now.”
You’re not expecting it, but you moan at his words. You’ve never called him that, and he’s never called himself that. It’s new and unexpected, and Joel doesn’t even realize it’s that word specifically that has you moaning. He thinks it’s just leftover from the orgasm he just gave you.
You don’t even realize you’re changing positions until the scratchy fabric of his couch hits your naked back.
Joel’s entire body covers yours, and he’s thrusting again, clearly focused only on his orgasm now.
“This pussy’s fuckin’ magic, darlin’,” he grunts above you.
“You’re fucking pussy whipped,” you whisper, and he snorts in response.
“Not a very nice thing to say, baby,” he laughs before leaning down to kiss your chest and tug at the lace of your bra with his teeth.
“Take this off. Wanna see that gorgeous fuckin’ rack o’ yours before I finish.”
You scoff in indignation at how crude his request was, but comply regardless, reaching behind your back to unclasp the garment, arching your chest in his face in the process, given the position you’re in. You toss your bra to the side once it’s off, and Joel immediately dives in, sucking on your nipple and taking it between his teeth, just edging it, not biting down.
“Nicest fuckin’ tits,” he mumbles around your nipple.
He lets go with a loud pop, a string of spit connecting from your nipple to his lips.
Then, he brings his fingers down to your clit. “Want you to come with me this time. Come on, I’m so close. Know you can do it. Still feel you squeezin’ and drippin’ all over my cock. Come on, pretty girl,” he coos before bringing his lips down to yours.
You bury your hands in his hair and bite down on his bottom lip, pulling a soft grunt of surprise from him, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Feelin’ feisty?” he rasps against your lips before ducking down and biting your jaw, then your collarbone, then the top of your breast, pulling a throaty moan from you each time.
You tug on his hair and present his chest to yourself. You take his nipple between your teeth and actually bite down.
Joel growls, but doesn’t pull away.
You clench around his cock, and he falls forward just a bit, inadvertently giving you access to his shoulder.
He moans, and his thrusts speed up.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispers, pressing down on your clit, pushing you over the edge with him.
You feel the warmth of his cum through the condom, and moan as your cunt flutters around him.
“Jesus, Joel,” you moan.
“I know, darlin’. It’s a lot, huh?”
He leans down and kisses you, gently this time. Then he turns the two of you on your sides, his back to the couch, so he doesn’t crush you. He keeps a tight hold on you so you don’t fall off, then buries his nose in your hair.
“You okay?” he whispers. “Didn’t go too hard?”
He’s asked this since the first time. Even though now the two of you know each other well enough to know the other’s likes and dislikes, he’ll still check in, just so you feel cared for.
“I’m okay. You okay?”
He nods and kisses your forehead. “You can stay over if you want. No pressure, though.”
You smile up at him and nod. “I’d like that, actually.”
Joel pulls you into the shower with him a few minutes later, taking care to be gentle and sweet. He dries you off and gives you a clean t-shirt to sleep in.
When the two of you get in bed, he tucks you in, then gets in on his side, before scooting over to the side you’re on just so he can hold you.
He’s just a big dick with big feelings.
He’s also the reason you’ve extended your stay in the trailer park. You had the money for a down payment two months ago.
this comes from this request. a few liberties were taken with the details (the reader knows that sex exists, but not much else), just fyi!
summary: thanks to becoming an orphan at age 13, you've lived the rest of your life oblivious to all the world can offer. now that you're in jackson, joel miller ignites something in you that only he can give answers to.
warnings: slight angst (mentions of parent loss), innocent!fem!reader, age gap (joel is 56, reader is 25), kind of pervy!joel, smut (18+, mdni!!!), fingering, grinding, reader watches old pornos with joel, slight praise kink, no use of y/n.
note: i planned originally to have this be just one part, but even though it ends in a way that i like, i could maybe be convinced to write a second part teehee (part two coming soon!)
You used to love the rain. The way it cascaded down your skin in little droplets, cleansing your body from a hard day's work, and the way it made your hair look so perfectly disheveled.
You craved the rain, until it became nothing but a reminder of the night your parents died.
It had been years at this point, but you would never quite forget how young, and small, and unsuspecting you'd been when they told you to run. How cruel, that time might pass, you might change, but with one smattering of rain, you returned so swiftly to the worst night of your life.
The three of you had been living alone, making your way...somewhere, but they never told you where. Your parents' only wish was to keep you safe, that much was clear. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that upon an ambush by at least ten clickers, after both your parents had been infected, that they'd insist that you run.
"Please, darling," your mother had pleaded, a lump in her throat as she formed the words. "Don't make me beg. I need you to run. Promise?"
Your father was somewhere else, but you could hear him yelling in the distance, in a fight for his life. You were too young, even at thirteen, to understand that those were the sounds of a dying man.
"I'll be right behind you," she'd choked on the last phrase, and in hindsight, you knew she was lying. But in the moment, you'd believed her. You couldn't see the bite she was hiding on her arm, her fate already sealed. "I'll come for you, my love," she insisted, "but I need you to go. Head for the woods."
It was the last time you saw her. You'd turned tail and had run as fast as you could for the woods.
The last thing you heard was a gunshot. A single shot, echoing around you in the trees. It may have been impossible to know, but you didn't need to turn back. Your parents were dead.
If you hadn't found Jackson, who knows how long you might have lasted. Nearing your twenty-first year, you'd proven valuable to the community, and they'd welcomed you in. Jackson was the first home you'd had since you were five.
It hadn't occurred to you that you were years behind your peers in terms of...well, everything, until you met Joel.
Rugged, tan, and sporting a perpetual frown paired with an ever-present crease between his brows, Joel Miller was your patrol partner. You weren't exactly sure why, and he didn't seem particularly pleased about it, but then again—he never seemed particularly pleased about anything.
It hadn't struck you as anything to be proud of, or to boast about to the other young women in Jackson, but they certainly loved coming up to you and expressing their jealousy when they felt so inclined.
"What's he like on patrol?" they'd ask, their eyes wide and lips curled in smirks as they waited for any insight you could give them on his mysterious personality.
All you could ever say over the next four years was a quick, "He's quiet."
Maybe that was why the two of you worked well. He wasn't much of a talker, and after you'd lost your parents, you hadn't been one to waste any breath on conversation, especially when you had survived alone with your own thoughts for almost eight years.
Silence was your mutual understanding. No talking meant no questions, and no questions meant no problems.
And this worked. Until it didn't.
-- -- --
It started like anything started. Quietly, hardly a bother, until it sank into the marrow of your bones and demanded that you address it.
More literally, it started in your shoulders. You'd been on patrol with Joel, a quiet, "Let's go," his only words to you that morning. They were his only words to you every morning, and that day was no different.
Patrolling with him was easy. Like you'd said—no talking, so no problems. You rode next to each other on your respective horses, and there was nothing more than a glance or two toward each other when necessary. It was the only form of communication that the two of you shared.
His big brown eyes had always startled you, looking so inviting in the contrast of the white snow during the winter, but they never showed you more than he allowed you to see. And all you saw of Joel was his dedication to sleep, patrol, eat, and repeat.
You hadn't felt the desire to look that closely at him until some of the girls in Jackson asked you how big his hands were, or what he looked like up close.
"You know," one of them had crooned, not realizing you were unsure of their intentions, "what does he look like without that big old coat on?"
You'd shrugged. "Why should I know?"
Another one wiggled her eyebrows. "Doesn't it get...lonely out there? Nothing but you, the snow, and a big man like Joel to keep you company?"
The faces of those girls, the glint in their eyes, it was something you couldn't quite decipher, as much as you wished you could. So one day, you'd asked the man himself what it all meant.
When you said it for the first time, it was so quiet that you could hardly even hear yourself.
Joel grunted, the only indication that he'd heard you.
Your cheeks burned, but you couldn't find a reason why. This was just Joel. He seemed to know everything there was to know about life; surely he could help you understand this. "Why do the girls in town keep asking me what it's like to patrol with you?"
He didn't answer for a second, but then shrugged. "They botherin' you?"
"No." You weren't quite sure that was true, and knowing him, he could probably hear the lie in your voice. "They're just kind of...belligerent."
His eyebrow cocked. "S'a big word," he mused. "Sure you know what it means?"
Your cheeks grew hot. "Yes," you insisted sharply. "I do read, you know."
He murmured a response, but the wind carried it away from you. You rode in silence for a bit longer before he said, "Don't let those girls get in your head. I think they just wanna get a rise outta you."
"A rise?"
Joel nodded and brought his horse to a routine stop. This was where the two of you always stretched your legs. He reached up to help you down your own mount and set you on the ground gingerly. "You know," he said, as if you should know, but with no regard for the fact that you didn't. "You're still kinda new here. Seems they're still pretty dead-set on embarrassin' you."
"I'm not embarrassed," you insisted again. "I just...is there a joke I'm not getting?"
"Any reason you chose to talk so much today?" was his only answer, which made your stomach clench.
There was no reason for you to be offended, as it was your typical routine to remain quiet unless absolutely necessary, but you couldn't help the way your lips curved downward. "Sorry," you mumbled, "forget I asked."
He was quiet again as the two of you walked at least two hundred paces, stretching out your sore muscles in the snow. It used to be comforting, the silence. It wasn't maddening, it didn't ever bother you if Joel was in his thoughts. You weren't even sure at times if he had any. But all that had changed now; his brow creased more than it usually did, and you wanted nothing more than to ask him what he was thinking.
Joel was the one constant in your life now. Maybe it was a—well, probably it was a trauma response from losing your parents, but you couldn't help it. You didn't need much from anyone, just someone to stay. Joel was strong enough to take care of himself and was smart enough not to make any rash decisions. As far as you could tell, he'd stay.
So how could you be so embarrassed by asking these questions?
"I forgot how long you said you were...alone out there," his grunting voice filled the space between you once more. It was quiet, and he sounded hesitant, as if he wasn't sure how to speak.
"Since I was thirteen," you said mechanically, so familiar with others in Jackson asking the same question.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath. "And you're how old?"
"Twenty-five," you said, feeling oddly small in his presence.
He shook his head. "That's a long time to be alone," he muttered, blowing out a breath.
You huffed. "Yeah, well, I survived. And besides, I've been here for four years now, you know."
"I know."
Again, the silence. Infuriating.
Then, you couldn't help it. "What's...'spooning,' and why do those girls ask me if we've done it?"
Joel stumbled, reaching out for balance. His hand found purchase on your shoulder, and you caught him awkwardly. "You don't even know what spooning is?" He sounded incredulous, as if you'd asked a juvenile question.
The warmth from his hand was astonishing, and distracted you from your embarrassment, if only for a moment. It sank through his glove into your coat, and down toward your skin. Something about the weight of his hand on your shoulder, even for a second as he removed it quickly, was enough to send you spiraling.
Your face burned. "Never mind," you said quietly and mounted your horse again. How stupid could you get? You scolded yourself. You'd ventured too far into this conversation, and now you didn't know how to get yourself out of it. "I was just...never mind. We should get back."
He nodded, but his face still looked somewhat pinched. "Yeah. S'getting dark."
The sun was still up. No intention of sinking beneath the horizon for at least a few hours. You rode again in uncomfortable silence, this time letting it fill the space. You foolishly thought that maybe if you were quiet long enough, he'd forget that you'd made a fool of yourself, that you'd exposed yourself to the truth: that you knew hardly anything about...anything except for survival instincts.
When Joel spoke again, it surprised you. "I didn't mean to tease ya," he said. "It's just kind of a surprise that you're not...that you don't..." he looked over at you, and there was some type of pleading in his eyes, as if he were begging you not to make him say it.
"That I don't what?" you said dumbly, hoping you didn't sound as childish as you felt.
He pondered his next words carefully, and then he hummed, "If you want, I could...teach you some stuff."
"Like spooning?" You felt a warmth in your face as you watched his shoulders hunch with a soft laughter. Your own shoulder burned where he'd touched it, and something bloomed in your gut.
He chuckled. "I don't know about all that," he said, "but I'll help you get...back on track. Would hate for someone to take advantage of your...innocence." It sounded sinful, the way he said it, and the something in your gut pulsed.
"You don't have to," you shook your head, but you didn't even believe the words as they came out of your mouth. "I'll just ask someone else."
"Darlin', don't trust anyone else to give you straight answers. I'm older'n half of everyone in Jackson, anyway." He flashed you a look. "I'll help. Whatever you want to know."
You bit the insides of your cheeks, your stomach turning strangely. "Anything?"
He nodded dutifully, but his eyes had already left yours. Joel Miller, ever the professional. "Whatever you want."
-- -- --
Joel liked to consider himself someone who would never again suffer the shock of surprises. After having lived through and seen more shit than any normal person could, he thought he'd experienced it all.
That is, until her pretty lips had opened and asked him to teach her about all she'd missed. Until she asked him to teach her.
He hadn't really seen her as the picture of innocence until he'd heard how long she'd been alone, surviving with no one and nothing besides her own thoughts and the clothes on her back.
The least her parents could do was teach her how to shoot, he'd thought when he first met her. It was a curiosity that was quickly resolved, as she'd proven herself valuable to Jackson.
Tommy had wasted no time putting them on patrol together. "It'll be good for you," his brother had reasoned when he brought up concerns. "You know, to talk to someone out there. I know she's on the young side, but you don't gotta fall in love with her." He'd flashed an apologetic smile when Joel had scowled. "You're scarin' everyone, Joel. Bein' all quiet and shit...it's—"
"It's what?" he'd asked gruffly. "I don't do it on purpose. I'm a grown man."
This was all true, and he very much didn't do it on purpose. With no one around whom he deemed worthy of his conversation, Joel Miller had become the quiet, introspective version of himself that everyone decided to become scared of all of a sudden.
The way he saw things? It wasn't his fault everyone in Jackson was boring. Or childish.
But her. With her unmistakable will to survive and those eyes that could burn fierce with ire one moment, and soften with curiosity the next...it was only a matter of time before he agreed to do whatever she asked.
He should have seen it coming, especially considering her past. Every time he thought of just how...unsuspecting she was about...everything, he had to shake his head, clearing it of any thoughts that threatened to take advantage of her.
But being ignorant of spooning. He had to clear his throat every time he thought of what that might mean for himself in this particular arrangement. If she knew nothing of something so...palatable, he could hardly help himself when thinking of what else she might be unaware of.
He tried to be patient, and he tried to be respectful, but at the end of the day, he was Joel Miller. From the moment she looked at him with those wide eyes, he was lost.
-- -- --
"What I would give to give that man the ride of his life," one of the girls next to you hummed at breakfast the next morning, her eyes presumably glued to Joel, who'd just come into the cafeteria. You didn't look up at him, instead casting a confused glance toward the girl who'd spoken.
"Ride where?" You cursed your quick instinct to ask questions, as the girls erupted into a fit of giggles. Face burning, you looked down again at your plate. "Never mind," came your almost instantaneous response. You were getting used to having to apologize for your ignorance, and people rarely—especially not these girls—offered their kindness.
One of the other girls snickered. "Why don't you ask him? I'm sure there's nothing much to talk about out there anyway," she said, smiling widely. Her next words were nothing short of a drawl, the complete essence of mockery. "'Joel, what's it mean to ride?'" she pinched her face in what you assumed was an impression of you, and it only made your eyebrows furrow despite your stomach sinking in utter horror.
And then there he was. He'd called your name, and now he was standing behind your left shoulder, hand outstretched to save you.
You were sure his hand had never looked quite as appealing as it did now. The calluses on his palm were raised and visibly rough. For a moment, you stared at his fingers and wondered what they might feel like against your cheek.
Swallowing a lump in your throat, that something arose in your gut once more before you heard him murmur your name again.
"Come on," he grunted, but there was a gentleness to it that made the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end. "Time to go."
The girls at your table were silent when you took his hand gingerly and let him lead you from the cafeteria. You noted the swift wave of cold that hit your hand as soon as he dropped it, just a second later. Clasping your hands together, you hoped in a fit of desperation that you might preserve some of the weight and warmth of his touch on your skin. It failed.
"Thanks," you said later, when the two of you were outside the community's borders. Jackson felt a bit too stuffy for any real admissions of gratitude, you'd decided. It turned out to be a good conclusion when you felt the delicious churn of your stomach at the idea of being alone with him once more.
I'm sure there's nothing much to talk about out there anyway, one of the girls had said. Doesn't it get lonely out there? You were reminded of another's teasing, and this time your cheeks burned at the memory. Nothing but you, the snow, and a big man like Joel to keep you company.
He was big, you considered. When he stood next to you, his frame was almost larger than life, and his shoulders were sinfully broad when you watched him walk in front of you on previous patrols. The sheer size of him was enough to send you into a heady descent.
As usual, Joel didn't answer for what felt like ages, and you'd begun to wonder if he could see where your train of thought had led you. Then:
"You could have told me they were bein' that outrageous," he grunted, keeping his eyes forward. "I woulda helped you out sooner. S'no fun feelin' left outta everything."
It was...odd to hear such words come from a man like Joel. Although, you reminded yourself, you'd hardly spoken to him in the four years that you'd been in Jackson; who was to say he wasn't normally like this? A quiet, brooding older man, yes; but maybe he was naturally like this. One to offer his help.
"If you wanted to help, you would have made an effort four years ago." You let your words hang in the air. You didn't mean for them to come off sharp; it was simply the truth. "I don't need your help," you added, tightening your hands on the reins of your horse and swallowing roughly. "It was fine. I am fine."
He flashed you a look as if to say, is that so? You couldn't help but notice the way the corners of his eyes creased, the only sign of amusement. It was all you could do to keep your eyes on him, although you weren't sure how you were going to explain the way your mouth went dry at the sight of his big brown eyes.
"Besides," you insisted quietly, "you're not my dad."
Joel cleared his throat. Looked down, shoulders tense. Inhaled. "No," he said decidedly. "No, I'm not."
Emboldened by this clarification, you inquired, "So what did those girls mean earlier? Riding, I mean?"
If you could have guaranteed the image of Joel's eyes going wide in surprise to remain in your head for the rest of your days, you would have done it instantly. His forehead was creased as his eyebrows lifted, and despite his position facing away from you, you could see it all.
The way he seemed to wrestle with himself before answering, the way his hands seemed to clench in his gloves. "So, uh..." he started, and then paused again. Mustering up whatever courage he needed, Joel finished, "Well, ya see, when a man and woman love each other very much—"
"Joel." Oh. You couldn't help it when a breathless chuckle left your lips.
He was silent, and when he finally answered, it wasn't a question. "What."
"I'm not fucking stupid. I know how reproduction works."
Joel's chest rose and fell in a deep sigh, and you couldn't ignore the look of complete relief that washed over his rough features. "Thank fuckin' Christ. Didn't know if I had it in me for another sex talk. I'm too old to be doin' this."
"Believe it or not, my parents did leave me with the basic information." Swallowing roughly, you continued. "And I know...I know that men usually...take. It's an assertion of power, from what I've...seen."
He shook his head. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised that you've run into your fair share of dirtbags, even in the middle of the world goin' to shit." He ran a gloved hand through his hair, and you secretly enjoyed the way it stood up. "Anyone ever, you know...take...from you?"
Hearing your own words regurgitated back to you left you feeling fluttery. Shaking your head, you got down from your horse; you'd reached your typical resting spot. "No," you said firmly. "They never wanted me."
Joel nodded. "S'good," he said, and it bothered you to no end that you couldn't understand the emotion in his voice. "So..."
By now he was standing next to you, closer than you were used to, judging by the way his coat sleeve bumped yours as the two of you walked, stretching your legs. "So," you said, thinking up a way to make this conversation less awkward. "I just hate feeling like a kid again. I'm twenty-five, for fuck's sake. There's more than just survival when it comes to living. I just want to know what I'm missing out on," you confessed with a hand on your stomach.
When Joel brushed by your side again your stomach flipped. And what the fuck is that about, and why do I keep feeling it? You asked inwardly, but you were too nervous to ask. Bombarding Joel with questions, especially after you'd just started talking to him on patrol after four years, seeming to be the wrong path to take.
He shrugged, eyebrows still furrowed in thought. "There's nothing to miss if you don't know what you're missin'."
"Yes," you admitted, "but that doesn't stop any of those girls from making me feel like I'm..."
"Innocent?" he murmured, and you thought you weren't meant to hear it until he turned to look at you.
Those big brown eyes, they just won't quit, a voice nudged you in your head.
"I don't want to be innocent," you groaned, throwing your head back. "God, not in the sense that they see me in. Sounds like a damn curse."
The sound of his rumbling laughter, however quiet, sent a shock down your spine and you nearly tripped in the snow. "There's pros and cons, I s'pose," he offered. "It's like I said: I'll help you get back on track. If that's what you really want."
"It is." You stopped walking, took a look around at the landscape, otherwise empty with the scattering of trees. You swallowed, pressed one. "So...riding. It's a part of reproducing, then?"
He chuckled again, but this time it didn't come off as demeaning. It was like he was teasing you, but good-naturedly. "Let's not jump too far ahead of ourselves, yeah? Start with somethin' smaller. Then we'll work our way up."
Joel's eyes were piercing when he held yours in his gaze. If someone watched this conversation, you were sure they'd be able to see the blush blooming on your cheeks.
"Learnin' takes time, ya know," he mused, his growling voice nearly a hum that could have warmed you from the inside out.
You'd made it to the edge of the woods now. This was normally where you turned back, heading for home. But neither of you moved. The bubble of something pulsed again, and you swallowed roughly before whispering hoarsely, "So where should we start?"
-- -- --
If Joel were a better man, he might have warned her what the curse of innocence in a young woman could be. He might have shook his head, stepped back, and told her to ask someone else. He might have taken the reins and turned the two of them back toward Jackson.
If he were better, he wouldn't have stepped closer to her. If he were a better man, he wouldn't have looked into her sparkling eyes and let the question slip. Fuck it all.
"You ever been kissed, darlin'?"
-- -- --
You swallowed. Don't make a fool of yourself, you begged yourself before answering with a quiet shake of your head. "Not many contenders out there. Not any good ones, anyway."
He'd leaned closer to you with his question, and now you could practically see each line of age in his face. Joel's expression was unclear; he could have been pleased with this information or...or maybe there was pity in his eyes. "No," he said with an understanding nod. "No, I suppose there wouldn't have been."
He lifted a gloved hand to his mouth and you watched as he traced it along his lips. The gray strands in his hair glinted off the sunlight, blinking pleasantly in your eyes. That something pulsed once more in your stomach, and there was a sort of realization that came with it.
Joel, you thought. Joel is making me feel like this.
"Will you kiss me?" The words were out of your mouth before you could reel them in.
But instead of laughing, or scoffing, or giving any sign of mockery, Joel Miller inhaled quietly. "You know how much older I am than you?" he asked.
You nodded. "We're both adults, Joel. Besides," you felt a ghost of a smirk come to grace your lips, a feigned confidence coming to save you in this moment of truth. "I thought you told me to ask you these questions."
He sighed. "You're right."
"So? Will you?" you asked, with a small, "please?" coming out afterward.
He moved slowly, something you were equally thankful for as you were frustrated with, but his forehead met yours soon enough. His eyelashes brushed against your cheek, and he let out a shaky breath, letting it fan deliciously across your face. The knowledge that he was just as nervous as you were was not only a comfort; it was perhaps the most attractive thing you'd ever known.
And when you lifted your chin, just a hairsbreadth from his lips, your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for him to meet you in the middle. It only took a moment before he was closing his mouth over yours, and Joel Miller was kissing you.
He was gentle, of course, but there was something restrained about his kiss, the way he slowly slotted his lips over yours as if you might crack under any more pressure. It only made you want more, more, more...
You pressed your hands to his chest and curled them into fists, tugging his jacket to lessen the distance between your bodies even more. You didn't know how you were doing this, how you'd managed to find confidence in what could have easily been a humiliating experience. Your first kiss at twenty-five? With anyone else, it might have been a nightmare.
With Joel, it was turning out to be the most delightful dream.
"So soft, baby," he pulled back to whisper against your mouth. "These lips are so soft for me."
You hummed your response and pulled him back to you, letting him see that you wanted more. That incessant pressure was building, and it wasn't until he had his arms sliding around your waist that you forced yourself to pull back, head spinning. "Joel."
He blinked. "What? Too fast?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, darlin', you're just so—"
"No, that's not it." You managed a weak smile, but the look in his eye, the question and the undeniable desire—is that what it looks like?—quivering in his brown irises, nearly made you collapse. He waited for you to continue, his hands never leaving you, a courtesy you were grateful for. "I feel...hot." Your cheeks warmed. "Um, there's this...pressure."
His lips closed in a tight smirk, and he squeezed your hips. "Where, baby?" he murmured, and you could have sworn you saw stars outlining his head at the sound of the pet name. "Show me," he cooed.
"Um." You paused, unsure of just how. But with his hands on your waist, his heavy, warm touch melting you on the spot, you took one of his gloved hands in yours and guided him to your stomach. "Here. Kind of."
"Yeah?" he said, and you forgot about the cold. About your horses waiting to be mounted, about your other responsibilities in Jackson. All you could see were his dark eyes that had somehow grown darker as you pushed his hand down, down, down...
"Fuck, babygirl," he cursed, and let his hand rest on the crux of your thighs, just barely pressing on the source of the tingling sensation. If anything, it made it worse, and you let a breathy whine fall from your lips. "You're gonna be the death of me, huh?" he groaned.
You couldn't form words. Just one kiss (a very good kiss, mind you) and a heavy hand on your core was all it took, apparently. You could hardly look anywhere but his face, your mouth dropping open as your hips moved of their own accord, grinding into his hand before you realized you were doing it. "Joel—" you whimpered, and he pulled his hand away.
There wasn't enough time for you to feel jilted, as he tugged you back to your horse and practically launched you onto it himself. "We're goin' back," he said firmly, "now."
Swallowing, your throat dry and rough, you pressed a hand to your cheek, feeling the heat swimming under your skin. "Did I do something wrong?"
You could hardly see him shake his head as he mounted his own horse, looking back at you to make sure you were following him. "'Course not," he called over his shoulder. When you caught up with him, the two of you shoulder-to-shoulder, he continued. "Look, darlin', f'I'm gonna be givin' you your first kiss and makin' you feel that good..." he sighed, his dark eyes finding yours. "I'm not doin' it in a fuckin' snowbank."
-- -- --
The entire ride back to Jackson was painfully long, silent but for Joel's mumbled directions, despite the fact that the two of you had taken this same route countless times in the four years that you patrolled together.
Your eyes were trained forward, and you knew his were as well, but it took everything in you not to glance at him even for a second. If you did, you were afraid that the pressure building in the crux of your thighs would never go away.
It would be unfair to say that you were completely unaware of what might happen when you got back to Jackson, but you still didn't know much, which left a nervous bubble rising in your gut. It wasn't like there were any books left in Jackson that you could read about it, or any movies that Maria would allow to remain in the community's borders.
Again, you got a wave of feeling like this should have concerned you, or at least made you a little anxious. But with Joel pulling ahead, his strong back the only thing you could look at, you felt the knot of tension release in your stomach. This was Joel. After four years—even four mostly silent years—of working together, you felt like you...knew him, somehow. That he couldn't possibly lead you astray.
Sure enough, when you were both within the borders, horses returned safely to their stables, the tension returned. Or had it ever really dissipated?
Joel hovered close to you as you left the stables. "Let's go, darlin'," he breathed, a gloved hand on your lower back as he guided you.
"Where?" you said, and you hoped it didn't sound as desperate as it did to you, the pressure getting worse. "I need—"
"I know, baby, I know," he cooed gently, his head on a swivel as if looking for anyone who might stop you. "We're goin' to mine. I've got the perfect lesson planned for ya, alright?"
It was all you could do to nod and let him push you forward through the snowy streets. If only those girls could see you now.
Once inside, you took a breath. There was no one around, and once the door closed behind you, the silence felt all the more heavy. "Ellie?" you asked, if only in courtesy.
He shook his head, and you bit your lip when you saw him smirk. "Just us, doll."
Joel shed his outer layers, and when he stood in front of you, you realized that this was the first time you'd seen him without his coat. Without his gloves, aside from that morning.
Your eyes snagged on his fingers, and you swallowed roughly when you saw the way they twitched, as if in anticipation for something. Or maybe he was holding himself back, you considered. His jaw did seem to have an impatient clench to it. Hands rough like you knew they would be, it didn't take long for your mind to wander into thinking of what it might be like to feel those hands on your skin.
With any luck, he'd give you the sweet release you craved, however it would unfold.
"See anything you like?" he teased, and your cheeks warmed.
"Sorry," you fumbled for a response, your eyes dropping. You'd meant to clear your head, but then your eyes were caught on his thighs. Specifically how hard the seams on his jeans were fighting to remain unripped. "Um, a lesson, you said?"
He nodded, reaching out a hand to take your own coat off, leaving you in the sweater and pants you'd had on all day. You were sure your hair was knotted and would be for days, but he only smoothed a hand down your face, letting you lean into his touch. His fingers were still cold, but your face was hot and it offered a dizzying sense of relief.
"I could never teach you all this," he murmured, his thumb rubbing back and forth in an absentminded swipe across your cheek. "Not without getting...distracted," he finished, pressing his other hand to your waist. Underneath the thick layer of your coat, his hand felt like a hot iron scorching your skin, despite there still being a few layers of clothes between your bodies.
"Distraction is okay," you breathed, lifting a hand to cup his on your waist. "Right?"
He shook his head, a chuckle lifting from deep in his chest. "Not tonight," he whispered. "Tonight, I want to stick to the plan."
"Which is?"
Wordlessly, he removed the hand on your waist and entwined it with your own, tugging you toward the living room where an old television had been placed on a rickety-looking shelf. "Sit," he directed, and you did so without hesitation. He paused, biting back a smile at your eager cooperation, and adjusted himself.
It occurred to you that as much as you were affected by him, he was experiencing a similar effect from you. His pants, already tighter than sin, seemed to have become even tighter, as a bulge began to grow while he stood just a few feet from your face.
"Joel—"
"No, no," he waved a dismissive hand and went to the television to grab something. He came back with something you recognized: a VHS tape. "Don't worry 'bout me, sweets. Tonight's just for you."
"We're gonna watch a movie?" you asked, trying to ignore the way your heart sank a little. You had been hoping that the two of you would kiss some more, and maybe even...you didn't even know the name for it.
"Not just any movie," he grinned, putting it in to watch. The video started. "A special one."
When the scene opened on a man and a woman in the throes of passion, you gasped. "No way," you whispered. "I thought Maria—"
He shrugged, sinking down on the couch beside you, his knee bumping yours. "She must've missed this one," was all he said.
The woman looked to be enjoying herself, as her scene partner kissed her neck, dragging his tongue from the dip in her clavicle to the curve of skin where her neck met her ear. A cartoon-ish moan left her lips, but you didn't pay it any mind. The sight of it made your thighs clench together subconsciously, the lick of pressure rising again in your center.
"Joel—"
"Shh," he said gently. "C'mere, darlin'." With no more than a heavy hand on your waist, he tugged you closer to him, situating you over his lap. "Comfortable?"
You almost said no; you knew that this wouldn't be an acceptable seating arrangement in the cafeteria (or anywhere public, for that matter), but when his hands landed on your thighs, you nodded swiftly. His fingers curled around your skin, and you could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his fingertips, poised as if he might spread your legs from where they were squeezed together between his own thighs.
Something hard and solid nudged at your core, and you couldn't help it when you leaned back into his chest, head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. A breathy moan tumbled from your lips, and your stomach fluttered when you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.
"That quick, baby?" he whispered, his breath fanning over your neck. "You really are a sweet young thing, aren't ya," he teased, pressing his nose to the joint between your jaw and your neck, "fallin' apart for me already?" He rocked his hips forward, his bulge pressing harder against you, and it nearly sent you into a spiral.
You swallowed, your throat dry. The sounds of the movie seemed far away as you opened your eyes and looked at his beard, peppered with gray and scratching at your chin when he leaned over you. "Joel," you whispered, bringing your hands to cover his own on your thighs, "I-I want to know everything." You'd never meant anything more fervently, more desperately, than this.
If you'd known how addicting this could feel, being so close to him, feeling his hands on you, perhaps you would have been embarrassed at the way your hips began rubbing yourself on his lap, hoping for—you didn't even know what could be after this. You just knew that the way you felt was the most intense thing you'd felt in your entire life, and you wanted to keep feeling this way, as long as you could.
Joel tutted, squeezing his hands on your thighs. "Oh, look at you," he groaned, a deep, carnal noise that made your chest constrict, "you're a natural, doll." His lips brushed your shoulder, and he darted his tongue out to lick a small strip up your neck.
Your heart swelled with the praise, and it was all you could do not to squeeze your eyes shut. "Please," you begged quietly, as if someone might hear you.
"I know, baby, I know," he crooned, dark eyes locked onto your own as his hand crept closer—to your waistband—closer—unzipping your pants—closer...there.
Your hips lifted from his lap with the heady sensation of his fingers pressed to a bundle of nerves between your legs. "Joel—!" you squeaked.
You felt him smile against your cheek. "So wet," he murmured, "so slick for my fingers, baby." He began rubbing that spot in tight circles, a slow, torturous pace. "Let me know when you're gonna come, yeah?"
"When I..." you trailed off. You'd never...how would you know? "I don't..."
Joel hummed in your ear, rocking his hips again and releasing a guttural groan. "S'okay, pretty girl," he reassured you, "I'll be gentle. Lemme know when it feels like it's too much. "I've gotcha."
You were too far gone to doubt him. This was Joel. He wouldn't let you fall, as much as you felt like you were going to slide to the floor at the feeling of his hand coming up from your leg to caress your breast, rolling a nipple between his fingertips. A strangled mix between a cry and a moan left your lips, and with one more kiss to your brow paired with a quick swipe of his finger over your ever-sensitive bud—
Something gave way and you jerked your head back, digging into his shoulder. Your legs spasmed and you squeezed your hand over Joel's, holding his hand in place underneath your panties.
"Fuck, doll, just like that," he encouraged you. "Look at you, eyes rollin' back for me. Shakin' like a good girl." His hips tensed beneath you and you felt his chest shudder as he released a punishing moan. "Got me feelin' like a damn teenager, comin' in my jeans."
His fingers stilled, but his hand didn't move. Your legs slowly stopped shaking, and the solid mass beneath you was softening. You let out a sigh, your eyelids fluttering closed. Your cheeks were flushed, you could tell; but this time, it wasn't embarrassment that brought the warmth to your face.
"You okay?" he murmured, carefully removing his hands from their places on you. "Feel alright, darlin'?"
Your head turned, nestling into the crook of his neck. Nodding quietly, you shifted in his lap. "I...I didn't know it could be like that," you shivered.
Joel paused the video, the living room falling quiet around you. Swinging a hand under your legs and tugging you to a more comfortable position over his lap, he raised his fingers to his lips, glistening with the remnants of your desire. Your jaw slackened when you watched him open his mouth, lapping at the tips of his fingers.
"Trust me, doll," he said with a glint in his eye. You whimpered in anticipation as he reached to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I've got so much more to teach you."
tysm for reading! you made it to the end! part two is in the works posted!
Pervyneighbour!Joel who waits for his morning show of you nekkid, dressing for the day—you know what you’re doing. You love the oldmans attention
He sits in his chair that’s placed right by the window, jeans undone-cock out. He licks his palm and starts to stroke himself.
You remove your dressing gown, revealing your gorgeous body-you wonder if your Pervy neighbour is watching. Joels huffing, grunting low, imagining his hands on you. After a few minutes, you hear deep grunts and a “fuck yeah” from outside, you lean out your window, having a look around. Pretending… Nothing.
Later, when you’re leaving your home, you run into your sweet neighbour Joel Miller, who tells you that you look extra pretty today.
what abt perverted joel not being able to keep his hands off of u, like whenever hes around his friends he always gropes ur ass/tits and open mouth kisses u
Speakeasy
I ❤️🔥 horny Joel. Also covered a fishnets related request from Anon here, so let's see if horny Joel can control himself. . . Master List
1.5k words | NSFW 18+ unsafe PIV sex, very mild dubcon?, drinking, public/semi-public idk what else
Joel has enough trouble keeping his hands off you on a normal day, but tonight, you're wearing something that's really gonna drive him wild. It's a little number you picked up from the abandoned mall when you snuck out of the QZ while he was on a smuggling trip. He's about to leave for a longer trip, and tonight he and the boys are having a send-off at the QZ speakeasy. Joel and his friends are already there. You enter on street level at the back of the trade post and take the spiral staircase down into the dimly lit bar.
You descend the stairs slowly and Joel sees your legs before he sees the rest of you. He's already salivating by the time you step onto the floor. He clenches his jaw and gives you a casual "come here" nod. As you cross the room, he devours you with his eyes. You can tell he's already been drinking. He calls out for the man who's tending bar to get you a drink. When you reach the high-top tables by the darts, the other men try to avert their gazes as you greet each other.
You put your arms around Joel's neck and his big hands slowly slither around you, feeling your back, your waist, your thighs, and coming to rest on your ass. His fingers dig in and he pulls you into him with a soft "Mmm."
Your hand nestles in his hair affectionately and his beard tickles your jaw as he kisses your neck, lightly sucking. One of his hands drifts to your inner thigh and he plucks at the fishnets. He murmurs, “Where’d ya get these, hmm?”
“You’re up, Joel,” Jesse, yells, then looks over and says quieter, “oh, shit. sorry.” He's one of the younger, newer guys and hasn't seen you with Joel before.
You dodge the question and distract him by scratching his scalp lightly. That drives him wild. You feel his cock hard against you.
You give Joel a peck on the lips. “Knock’m dead,” you say. There’s an obvious bulge in his jeans when he goes to take his turn on darts.
"You good, man?" Tommy asks.
Joel takes his turn in silence and still does better than everyone else, even distracted.
When he’s done with his turn, he gets behind you and puts his hands on your hips, pulling your ass into the hardness in his jeans. His lips brush your ear and he lowers his voice.
"What're you try'na to do to me, hmm?"
He grinds his bulge into your ass as he wraps his arms around you. He slips a hand into your low neckline, cupping a breast. Your nipples harden and desire pools in your stockings. He puts his nose in your hair and inhales deeply.
"I'm gonna miss you," you whisper.
"Yeah," he says. His voice is soft, low and horny. "I'll be back 'fore you know it." His hand is still in your neckline for all the room to see.
"Joel," Jesse says.
Tommy looks back at you. Your face heats up and Tommy shakes his head laughing. "I don't think he's playin' anymore, fellas" Jesse looks back and his eyes go wide. You clear your throat and Joel takes his time removing his hand from your breast, then smooths your neckline down and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
"Last turn," Joel says and he leaves you for a minute. You sit down on a stool at the high-top while he's taking his turn.
The guys are ribbing him.
"Gimme a break, we're 'bout to be gone for three weeks," Joel says. Tommy slaps him on the back.
When Joel comes back to the high-top, he wastes no time sliding his hand between your legs. His fingers trace the fishnets all the way to your seam and he inhales deeply through his nose when he feels how damp you are. Then he slips a finger through one of the holes and meets your dripping wet pussy. His lips part and his eyes go dark. He rubs your clit with the side of his finger and you throb with need.
He brings his lips to your ear and his voice is a low, horny murmur. "Go wait for me at the top of the stairs, baby." He kisses you wetly on the neck then lets you slide off the stool. You straighten your dress and he pats your ass as you start in the direction of the stairs.
"Y'all have a good night," you tell the boys.
"You leavin' already?" Tommy asks with a smirk.
"Yeah, be safe out there alright?" You say.
You walk up the stone spiral stairs and stop at the top landing. You lean against the cold, stone wall and wait for Joel. He has the darkest look on his face as he climbs the stairs and your eyes gravitate to the protrusion in his jeans.
When he gets to the landing, you turn to walk out the door with him, but he grabs your hip and spins you back around. Then he steps between your feet and walks you backwards into the wall, pinning you there with his arousal as his lips hungrily latch onto yours and his tongue thrusts into your mouth. He forcefully pulls your dress and bra down on one side, then brings his mouth to your breast.
You say, "I worry 'bout you, baby."
He releases your nipple with a sucking sound.
"Don't you worry 'bout a thing right now," he says, and pulls you off the wall and into his arms.
He hikes up your dress and rubs your throbbing warmth through the front of your stockings as his other hand holds your ass. He breathes heavily, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. He reaches both hands under you, digs his fingers into the fishnet holes, and pulls. The rip of fabric startles you and you feel the chill of air between your legs. The cool air also carries the sound of the guys being rowdy downstairs.
You ask, "Here? We're not going home?" Someone could walk through the door or up the stairs at any moment.
"Can't wait, sugar"
You look around hesitantly. He backs you into the wall and the stone is freezing on your ass. You wince. "On the wall?" You ask.
"You wanna ride?" He nods at the stairs. "cause that's your other option. 'less you wanna get on all fours." The steepness of the stairs is too scary.
He kisses you passionately and rubs you just right with one hand while he unbuckles his belt with the other. You can no longer wait either.
Joel urgently frees his massive hard-on from his tight jeans and strokes it a few times, then he hooks his hand under your knee and you wrap a leg loosely around him. He leans in you and aligns his cock at your entrance, then plunges into you with a grunt that slightly echoes. He breathes heavy, slowly rocks back, then plunges into you again and you sigh softly as you're joined completely. Nothing feels as good as him inside you. You wanna cry thinking about him leaving for three weeks. He can see it on your face.
He continues a slow but powerful rhythm as he says, "y'know I worry 'bout you too, baby–" he cuts himself off with a grunt. "take my cock so good, I dunno how you go without it," he half-whispers. "sometimes, I wanna bring ya. do it fuckin' everywhere." He looks you in the eyes then kisses you passionately as he keeps thrusting into you and your body lifts against the wall with his momentum. The men are still yucking it up downstairs. "sometimes I wanna go," you say. "Too dangerous," he says, and you feel your climax getting closer every time he fills you up. He's hitting your g-spot just right. He sucks your neck and you fail to suppress a moan. The hubbub briefly pauses downstairs then there's quiet laughter and they start talking again.
You take a deep breath as you feel yourself on the edge.
"Imma be hungry when I get home, baby. . ."
He grunts again with a powerful thrust, and you see stars. You clench around his cock and float in another realm, pulsing, pounding, savoring the last minute of him inside you because he's never far behind. When you open your eyes his face looks in agony. One more pump and he erupts inside you. "Fill me up, baby," you say, hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. His groan echoes off the stone as he pulses into you, and your climax continues as his hot seed coats your walls. When he finishes, you sigh, and it's totally silent aside from both of you breathing heavily.
A few seconds later, there's quiet laughter again and the guys get back to it.
Rating: Explicit- Smut, violence, drinking/drug use. MDNI!!
Summary: It's almost twenty years after some weird outbreak almost happened but the CDC took care of that...Now you're living in Austin, Texas as an adult.What happens when you meet Joel Miller who hasn't been hardened and ruined by twenty years of murder and loss?
Warnings/Tags: DaddyDom!Joel/ you. no use of y/n. No physical description of the reader besides one tattoo. Reader has a background story. Drinking/drug use. Slow burn. Smut. Angst. Cheating. Graphic depictions of violence. Eventual loss of virginity. Use of nicknames/pet names (lil girl, baby girl.) DD/lg dynamics. BDSM play. Unbeta'ed. WIP. Cross-posting from my Ao3.
chapter warnings/ tags: embarrassing situations, porn, thigh fucking, teasing, Joel snoring.
“Hey! I’m so fuckin’ sorry! Jeeeeesus, I feel like such an asshole.” Joel is speaking fast and with apologies all tethered to his words. “I’m real sorry. I left my phone n’ keys in my brothers truck after he dropped me off from the bar last night. Feel like a dick. Didn’t get my shit back ‘till just now when he dropped ‘em off t’me.” Joel sighs loudly. “I’m sorry. Hope yer’ not mad at me.” He sounds fretful. Worried.
“No. Not at all. I get it. Shit like that happens.” That does come out of you very casually.
“I got worried as hell when you didn’t text or call. Nothin’. I thought fer’ sure you were gonna think the worst, block my number. Never talk t’me again.” Joel chuckles nervously.
“Nah. I was hanging out–”
“Readin’ yer’ spooky stories?” Joel asks before you can finish and now… you might be in love with him. Fuck.
“Yeah… I was actually.” You smirk against the phone like an idiot.
“You wanna… come read ‘em here? I just watch football on Sunday… but, I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to just come, I dunno, sit in my lap and hang out. Could smoke, drink a lil.” Joel speaks quietly and almost bashfully. You dunno.
You’ve done worse things in your life behind the wheel of a car, okay? You’re not even drunk. Not even a little. Nope. Feel bad for driving under the influence? Absolutely. But, you’re fine. You took your time packing your lil spend the night bag with your stuff for work tomorrow because he said you should stay the night. Okay. You’re calm and cool. Not overly excited. You brought your laptop so you could comfortably read your ‘spooky stories’ aka real life murders that have taken place. Joel is so cute. Fuck.
When you get to Joel’s house it’s almost two in the afternoon. You guys still have most of the day to spend together and hang out before you have to really go to bed. No more all nighters. Neither of you were children. He’s sitting on his front porch in one of those nice wooden rocking chairs. He has two of them. They’re big and sturdy and look kinda cozy, actually. He is at your door, opening it for you before the truck is even off. He doesn’t let you get out, he runs his hands along your thighs as you turn to face him in an attempt to jump down.
“Sorry.” Joel smiles up at you apologetically and continues moving his hands up and down your legs softly.
“Should be.” You tease him but lean in and give him a small, fast kiss. He hums happily in response and holds his hand out. You go to put your hand in his but he pulls it away with a sucking noise on his teeth. You pinch your brows together at him and he holds his hand out again, saying nothing. You look and he wants the two bags you have in your hand.
“Lemme carry ‘em.” He says after a second you you hesitating. You eye him up and down.
“Why?” You’re not suspicious or anything. You know he’s being a gentleman… you just… dunno. It’s weird.
“Y’serious? Really?” Joel grabs the bags and the gentleman leaves him as he abandons you in the truck and starts towards the house. You roll your eyes and follow him inside. He’s walking upstairs already and you’re chasing him up, touching the backs for his thighs and his ass and he’s swatting your hands away.
“S’no fun, is it?” You tease him and squeeze his ass playfully through his jeans. He jumps and glares at you over his shoulder.
“S’fun when I do it to you.” he grins as you get to the top of the stairs. “Real fun.”
“Oh, I bet it is.” You grin back at him as he walks into his bedroom. He sets your bags on his bed and turns to you.
“Football’s on. Wanna come sit n’ smoke with me while I don’t pay attention?” He asks, chuckling softly.
“Why wouldn’t you be payin’ attention?” You bat your eyelashes at him and smirk.
“‘Cause my team sucks— what do you mean?” Joel gives you his goofy, dumb smile and wraps an arm around your waist. “I am real sorry. Feel bad y’probably waited up fer’ me n’ I didn’t call. I sat here all night just feelin’ bad.” Joel whispers before he kisses you softly. “Don’t wanna make y’sad.”
“I wasn’t sad.” You lie. You lie so hard because you’re not gonna let him know you were sad. You don’t get sad over boys. You already cried once because you thought he went home after he ate you out. No. He won’t know it.
“Well good. I’m glad y’weren’t cryin’ in bed. I don’t want ya doin’ that over me.” He kisses you again softly. You kiss him back but are thinking about a casual way to ask if he’s interested in marrying you really quick. You just wanna know what it feels like to be married to him and then everything can just, go back to normal.
“I was a lil disappointed but, I didn’t let it ruin my night.” You lie again. Joel smiles and kisses your forehead now.
“Good.” Is all he says. “Get yer’ spooky stories n’ lets go smoke n’ I have a bottle of somethin’ downstairs.” He smirks as he walks towards the door but he waits for you. You grab your laptop and follow him down into the living room. He has a nice big, brown suede couch and a matching recliner. An ottoman to put your feet on. A table on either side of the couch. You set your laptop down and follow him into the kitchen just so happy to be here and be with him. You weren’t expecting to see him ever again. So, this is exciting. You’re not trying to hide that. You want him to know you’re happy to see him.
“Did you have a good day yesterday after you dropped me off?” You ask as he grabs a cup and a decently priced bottle of whiskey and sets them next to each other.
“I did. Groceries n’ normal bullshit. Had to get my laundry from the cleaners.” He explains.
“You don’t do your own laundry?” You are slightly entertained by this for some reason.
“Hell no.” Joel shakes his head and grabs ice from the freezer. “Haven’t done laundry since Sarah moved out.” He’s chuckling now as he puts the ice in the glass.
“Did you… make her do your laundry before that?” You squint your eyes at him.
“Hell no.” Joel says again but he laughs now. “I did mine n’ she did her own when she got old enough.” He laughs and pours whiskey into your glass half way and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Do you need… a coke or somethin’?” He says it with a wrinkled nose. You laugh at him.
“Are you a whiskey snob? If y’are… I got a good story for ya… it’ll piss ya right off.” You smirk and lean against his counter. “I do want a coke.” You grin. Joel groans loudly and goes back to the fridge.
“Let’s hear this good story, lil girl.” Joel rolls his eyes and doesn’t sound amused already.
“You ever heard of The Reach—” You start but Mr. Miller finishes.
“81? I sure have. Why? Y’know ‘bout it?” He pulls his head back from the fridge and stares at you with heightened eyebrows.
“I do. Have you ever had it?” You ask curiously. Joel shakes his head no but stays quiet. “There is some back at my house– Cody is a huuuuuuge whiskey guy. I had no idea. None. Just thought it was like… expensive, ya know?” You nod at him and he nods back and then frowns before you can finish.
“You put that into a Coke?!” Joel is so upset with you. So hurt, and so disappointed.
“I didn’t know how much it cost!!” You exclaim.
“Almost more than my house!!” Joel almost shouts at you but it’s funny. “Jeeeeesus.” He shakes his head in disappoint again and pours Coke into his semi-expenisve whiskey and groans.
“Oh god. Guys and their shitting on things girls like.” You sip your drink as he rolls his eyes.
“I’d shit on anyone who did that.” Joel grumbles at you but is pulling you into the living room. He sits right beside you on the couch and hands you your laptop. “Let’s see these scary stories you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” He sighs and puts his feet up on the couch. He says it like you ran in here trying to show him this blog. So excited about it. You smirk and open the laptop.
As the screen resumes the last internet browser page you were on… you snap the computer shut and do absolutely nothing else. Nothing. You freeze but you know what he saw. You were looking right at it… with him. So. You both know what you saw. He’s silent. It’s just very quiet minus the TV in the background. Finally, after so long of no talking and not even looking at him or moving, even… the man speaks.
“What…what was that?” He asks very curiously. You’d be curious too, if you were him. You are dead on this couch. The first person to ever die of real embarrassment, honestly. You forgot what you did before you cried yourself to sleep in bed last night. What you used this computer for… You’re going to pass away right now. This is…not happening. No. Can’t be.
There is no way that the last browser you had open on your computer was a fucking porn website. And… porn is so normal, Joel probably would have laughed about it with you but what you had in the search bar… and what you had pulled up on the screen wasn’t alarming or even unnatural. No, not at all. So natural. Two natural bodies. A man and a woman…
The man… might look like Joel… a little bit. And the girl… might look like you… a little bit. The search bar definitely didn’t have the words ‘hot gray fifties man younger girl’ in there. No. It fucking can’t. You are trembling. He’s not going to see the search bar. No. Only you know what you typed in last night but the resemblance between those two actors and yourself and Joel are… uncanny. Honestly. You were… so excited when you found it– kind of nervous because for two seconds you thought Joel made a porn with you while you were sleeping. The two people were not you guys. Looked a lot like you guys though. Just enough differences and also too many fucking similarities for it to not do what you wanted it to do. So, that’s even more annoying. It didn’t even work. You were too upset about being not ghosted. So. You’re dumb and embarrassed.
“Hey, what was that?” Joel asks after what feels like an hour of you just looking at your closed laptop.
“N–”
“Don’t say nothin’.” Joel barely lets you even start. So. He knows.
“What did it look like?” You ask, snapping your head to him now. He has the smallest smile on his face, leaned in trying to see the screen you snapped shut. You wonder right now if Cody would buy you a new laptop if you smashed this one. No. He wouldn’t. He’ll buy himself $125,000 scotch though. So. Cool. You swallow hard.
“Uh… it kinda looked like me?” Joel flicks his eyes between your closed computer and your almost tearful eyes. You’re not crying. Just haven’t blinked in eight minutes.
“That’s crazy you think that.” Is all you can come up with because you’re stunned that this is happening to you right now. Joel shakes his head in bewilderment.
“I know what I saw.” He points to the computer. “Open it.”
“No.”
It’s a standoff… a staring contest… a who can hold their breath the longest competition. You lose and blink first and when you do— Joel takes the computer from you, so quickly. You didn’t think that’s what he was going to do. You freeze and Joel freezes too, his hands are about to open it.
“Do y’wanna show me yer’self or… do I need t’look?” Joel is smirking over at you. It might be less worse if the computer is in his lap and not right in front of you. You can at least not look then, feeling less shame for a moment until he shames you himself.
“Do it.” You whisper, shielding your eyes from the monstrosity that is about to unfold. Nothing bad is going to happen. Nothing. You know this. It’s just going to fucking make him way to happy. Way too happy. Like when you told him your sex toys didn’t do what he did to you. UGH.
“Y’sure?” Joel raises one brow at you.
“I’ll… never open that computer myself.” You speak with no emotion because he’s already doing it. It takes three seconds for the screen to come to life.
There it is. Joel’s fucking body double… railing some fucking twenty five year old. Hard. You turn away. You can’t look and see what he thinks of this. It’s too much. You hear the computer keys click and then the video starts to fucking play. Loudly. It’s…porn sounds. Moaning and skin slapping together. This guy is talking dirty. The girl is calling him daddy… You feel like you could throw up.
“Damn.” Joel whistles after. “I don’t really watch porn but…this is good.” He speaks to the computer, apparently, because you’re facing the complete opposite direction now. You’re thinking about putting your hands over your ears, but Joel wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your back into his chest a little. “Watch it with me.” He whisper.
“I’m too embarrassed to be turned on.” You groan and close your eyes.
“So… we’re not gon’ do nothin’ today. I have self-control. I can teach y’some if y’need me to.” Joel isn’t teasing when he says this. He’s so serious. It for some reasons calms your nerves and also offends you a little bit.
“I have self control.” You roll your eyes but lean into him and put your head on his shoulder and reluctantly watch the screen of your laptop with him.
“Ok.” Joel snorts at you but holds you against him when you try and move away. “Tell me what you like ‘bout the way he fucks her.” Joel whispers into your ear quietly. You snap your head up to him with wide, questioning eyes. “I know why y’picked it… wanna know why y’kept watchin’...” Joel whispers again and his breath in your ear gives you goosebumps. You swallow hard again and watch the screen.
Joel’s twin has your look-a-like on her knees with her chest pressed into the mattress. Her back is arched so dramatically that it looks like it might hurt, regardless, the guy in the video is…hammering into her and she is begging him to make her come and he keeps telling her no. He’s spanking her with some fucking sex thing. You dunno. It honestly looks like something that would come on the handle of a child’s bike. Buncha lil tassles! But!!! This one is leather and all black and he is… spanking her.
“I like all of it.” You shrug your shoulders not wanting to say thing specific because you don’t wanna sound silly or inexperienced. Your answer isn’t enough for him.
“You like how she’s layin’ on the bed?” He asks, holding his hand up to her like you cannot see.
“Yeah, sure.” You nod and shrug your shoulder closest to him. He respires through his nose quickly and then points to how he’s holding on to her hips and slamming into her from behind.
“Do you like that?” He sounds so curious to know if you really did like it, and almost like he knows you didn’t. But you did.
“Yeah. He’s really givin’ it to her.” You whisper this now, because saying it in a regular volume feels dirty. When Joel speaks, he also whispers.
“Do you like how he’s tellin’ her not t’ come?” Joel isn’t looking at the computer anymore, he’s looking right at you and you’re trying not to look at him. You shrug your shoulders and say nothing because that sounds horrible. Being denied a come??? No thanks. You’re good with coming freely whenever you want. “Why dontchya know, lil girl, tell me?” He coos to you softly and sweetly.
“I dunno. Do you like being told not to come?” You do look up at him now and he’s already nodding.”
“Yeah.” Joel smirks a little. “Not always n’ not forever… but yeah.” He speaks in his normal tone again and looks back at the screen. He points with his finger to what the porn star has in his hand. “Do you like that ?” Joel looks back at you now. Emotionless. He doesn’t want you to know if he likes it or not. What a fucking ass.
“I dunno. I’ve never… been spanked befo—” You’re casually explaining your inexperience to him when he cuts you off.
“No one’s ever spanked you? Not even foolin’ around or nothin’?” Joel sounds shocked. You shake your head.
“No, I just… I dunno.” You avoid his eyes.
“S’wrong?” He closes the laptop and suddenly this has turned into a serious conversation.
“Nothin’.” You’re just being shy. This is weird. You hate that he’s probably slept with thousands of women and you… are you. So. You’re feeling intimidated.
“Tell me.” Joel pushes but not angrily or aggressively. He’s trying to figure you out.
“I don’t even know what’s wrong! I’m just embarrassed.” You sink into his couch and rest your head back on his shoulder.
“Of what!?” Joel points to the computer “That? Don’t be. That’s fuckin’ normal. Hot. Guy kinda looked like me, huh?” He says this like it’s supposed to comfort you. “You watch that last night? Missin’ me?” Joel whispers now and still speaks too comfortingly…almost condescendingly, but not quite there. It’s making your lower stomach flutter though. You nod silently. “Awhh ain’t the lil girl real sweet, you come?” He is grinning but whispering and still talking so nice.
“No.” You whisper.
“S’how you wanna get fucked? Or y’watchin’ it ‘cause I told ya I liked it like that?” He asks softly, turning to speak against your forehead.
“Lil of both.” You mewl quietly. Joel lets his head fall back against the couch and he sighs softly. “What’s wrong?” You pull your head off his shoulder and look at him.
“Not one single fuckin’ thing.” Joel chirps happily and pulls you into him tighter. “Go n’ read yer’ scary st— or finish yer’ lil video if ya want.” Joel lifts his head and is grinning at you playfully. “Dirty Bird.” He pinches your side, puts your laptop on the couch beside him and stands up.
“Where ya going?” You watch as he walks towards the kitchen. He holds up his empty beer bottle and then disappears.
Holy fucking shit. You open your laptop and close out of that shit so quickly and open your blog. Oh god. That wasn’t too bad though. Pretty good actually. Kinda hot. You wonder if that’s a normal thing to do. Watch porn with the guy you wanna fuck. You don’t really want him looking at another naked woman… so… you dunno. Might not do it again.
Joel comes back with a joint behind his ear. He’s so fucking hot. Fuck. His jeans and his t-shirt. Shit. He said nothing’s happening tonight… why? You don’t ask. No. Enjoy this. Live in the moment. He sits down practically on top of you and looks at your laptop to see what you’re doing.
“Okay… these are the spooky stories..” He nods his head and reads a couple words and then pulls his head back and looks at you. “That’s– uh.. That’s not spooky, babe. That’s a graphic description of someone bein’ murdered… it looks like.” Joel checks the screen again and then looks back at you. “Yeah.”
“It’s a true crime thing.” You explain. “It tells you al the horrible details of crimes that they normally leave out of the podcasts…” You nod sadly. “I like reading though…so it’s not too bad.” You shrug. Joel is blinking at you.
“Y’wanna know all this shit? It doesn’t make y’sad?” He is confused.
“I mean… sometimes ‘cause, yeah it is sad. It happened though– I dunno if that’s disrespectful but the lady who does this blog is always real nice. There are certain cases she won’t talk about ‘cause the families had said they don’t like when people do stuff like that.” You explain but Joel isn’t swayed.
“Yeah… that’s kinda weird t’exploit someone’s murder.” Joel shrugs his shoulder.
“She doesn’t make money. Those weird podcasters do. Not her though– at least I don’t thin. She’s never gotten a red cent from me. Never asks.” You shrug.
“Eh, I don’t give a shit enough to argue with you ‘bout it.” He shrugs, kisses your cheek and watches the TV. You have to sit with that statement for about three minutes before you decide you also do not give a shit enough to care and don’t fight with him.
Football is… fun? You dunno. Not a real fan. Some of the guys on his TV though are CUTE! What!? Jeeeesus and they’re just running around hitting each other?
“Why don’t they do that all the time?” You ask, holding your hand to the TV. He doesn’t look away from the screen when he answers you.
“Do what?” He is interested in the game. His team must be doing good or something.
“Uhh– the sounds— the player sounds.” You nod and look over at him, ripping your eyes away from those men on the screen.
“What’re y’talkin’ ‘bout? He still doesn’t look at you.
“Okay, so they’re always talking. Blah blah blah– like we aren’t watching the fuckin’ game they’re talking about!? Stupid. Tony Romo’s voice is fucking annoying. I’d rather hear the players!!” You exclaim.
“The players aren’t sayin’ nothing. They’re just gruntin’ n’ talkin’ shi-”Joel stops and looks over at your innocent face.
“It’s better!! Better than Tony fucking Romo. Jesus.” You roll your eyes and go back to your blog.
What a great time for Matt or as you put him in your phone as ‘matt cat cute tattoos’ decided to go ahead and text you. The message– as well as his name– pop up in the corner of your computer and you get a notification ding, a loud one.
Looked cute yesterday. Wyd today?
As soon as you get it, Joel’s entire body stiffens besides you but he says nothing, doesn’t move. Nothing. You don’t know what to do. Bringing this computer into Joel’s home has been nothing but bad— just bad. It was bad at first..then kinda good again…now so bad. So, so bad again. Shit. Joel still doesn’t speak and you don’t know what to say so you just exit out of it– and then sit there.
You watch the TV and the clock on the screen was at fifteen minutes when you looked and it stops so many times. So many times that clock stops and starts and they add time to it again once. It’s not until there are only two minutes left in the quarter that Joel speaks.
“So… who is Matt?” He asks so casually.
“Just a guy from the cat shelter.” You explain innocently.
“Oh, gotchya.” He nods his yeah slowly, you can see him nodding out of the corner of your eye. “He that cute?”
“Oh god.” you put your head in your hands. “I gave him my number yesterday after you dropped me off because I didn’t know if you like– really wanted anything to do with me.. Like actually? Ya know.” You don’t look at Joel because you are too scared. “Kinda the same reason you liked Ava’s picture before we hung out that night.”
“Yeah…I see what yer’ sayin’...” Joel sighs but he sounds like he has more to say. He does. “We had hung out though…” Joel is not looking at you either. You both are just speaking facing the TV on the wall in front of you.
“I know…” You’re shaking and you wonder if he can feel your trembling body literally touching his.
“Did you go see him last night?” Joel asks emotionless and now you turn to look at him because no you didn’t. Didn’t even think to text him because you had already forgotten about Matt. If you had even fucking remembered in your sadness… you might have gone to see him.
“No. I didn’t.” You say so confidently and now he looks at you. “I swear I didn’t.” Your eyes scan all across his face and he stays emotionless, doesn’t smile…nothing.
“Why?” He is still so calm.
“What do you mean?” You’re stunned to say the least. What the fuck? Did he want you to? Is this a trick? You’re so confused and wanna know what the fuck is going on.
“Why didn’t you go see him? I blew you off last night n’ you still didn’t go see him?” Joel asks, now a little curious.
“Blew me off?” You wrinkle your brow at him and he panics for half a second in his eyes and then goes back to being calm.
“Didn’t call or text you.” He defines being blown off to you like you don’t know what the fuck it meant.
“No. I know that… but I don’t think that’s what you meant to say. What happened last night?” You turn it around on him and wait for his response.
“Tell me why you didn’t go see that guy and I will.” He pulls away from you a little and you do it too at the same time and read his face. You dunno. It’s just handsome Fucker.
“No. Did you really forget your keys and phone in your brothers truck last night?” You ask quietly and Joel groans.
Doesn’t matter. You’re off the couch and running up the stairs to get your stuff. He lied to you. Lied right to your fucking face and then continued to fucking lie. Are you kidding!? He’s chasing you, faster and with more desperation this time. You’re flying up the stairs and into his room. You cannot slam the door in his face because its his house and his bedroom so you run in and grab your stuff off the bed but he’s in the doorway when you turn around. Panting.
“Move.” You snap at him but he shakes his head. “Then I think I’m officially being kidnapped or being held hostage and I will fight you off. I will fight you so hard.” You point at him but you will not fight him. He could kidnap you and you’d be fine with it. Unless he was with Ava. Then you’ll just kill him. Skip the fighting part.
“No.” Joel shakes his head again. “Not fuckin’ kidnappin’ you. Grow up.” he snaps at you and is still panting. You roll your eyes.
“Old!” You snap back at him. “Fuckin’--- just old! Fuck!” You are so pissed and do not know what you’re saying.
“Stop it.” Joel waves his hand at you and pinches his brows together.
“No. Tell me what happened.” You bobble your head from side to side and cross your arms over your chest with your bags still in your hand. You purse your lips together tightly.
“Got more drunk at the bar with Tommy than I usually do, n’ he dropped me off. I just fell asleep ‘fore I could call you. Got in bed and had the phone right there in my hand…just passed out.” He sounds ashamed of himself.
"That's same shit excuses the thirty year old's I stopped talking to would use. Awesome.” You roll your eyes and think about what Patti said. You’re not asking him shit and don’t care anymore.
“We had just’ finished a big job the day before– bunch’a guys from work were there.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Why not just tell me that?” You press your lips together again.
“‘Cause of what you just said. I don’t want you thinkin’ that’s the kinda guy I am.” Joel sighs. "We were just celebratin'. Made good money on that job. Drank more than normal."
“Well… now I think you’re a liar. So, that sucks. You could have just said that to me last night when we were texting. Could have just sent me 'At Bar'... I would have figured it out." You sigh loudly and work up the courage to try and leave even though you don't really wanna. You're gonna though. You’re leaving. Lyin’ aint your flavor baby! You don’t play that shit. No. You can deal with emotionally unavailable. You can deal with distant– love that apparently… but you won’t be lied to.
“I’m not a liar– look.” Joel pulls his phone out and shows you the screen after he pulls up some bullshit. It’s a picture of him and his brother at the bar. Cool. Who cares.
“Okay, I dunno that you came right here after. You were so quick to lie to me.. Which is what I have the real problem with– not you getting drunk. I don’t give a shit about that. I’m not dumb and naive.” You go to push past him through the door but he doesn’t budge.
“C’moon.” He sounds sad but you don’t care.
“No. You’re willing to fuckin’ lie to cover that shit up…something soooo stupid and meaningless. Something I would have been mad about? Yeah I would have. But would have gotten over--- in a couple days! ‘Cause ya were honest with me. Not lying to get me to your house. Ugh. Fuckin’ gross.” You scoff.
“You wanna go home?” Joel asks now in a very firm tone. You don’t. You were having so much fun before stupid Matt. Having fun pretending to watch football and snuggle with him!!
“Not really!! I was having fun!!” You exclaim in frustration.
“So stay!” Joel exclaims in matched frustration. “I just didn’t want you fuckin’ bitchin’ at me ‘bout my drinkin’ with my brother! Sorry!” He is still frustrated.
“Um. No. That sounds stupid.” You roll your eyes at him. "Lie to me to keep me from being upset with you about something?"
“You really think Imma liar?” Joel sounds so hurt now and you see in his eyes that he actually is a little hurt by this.
“Welp, seeing as you lied. Kinda.” You huff angrily. Joel rolls his eyes. That’s the straw on the camel's back right there. “Fuck you. How are you going to be annoyed? I told you the truth!” You snap at him.
“Fuck you, too!” Joel snaps back for… no reason. Just said it to say it. It’s kind of cute but also incredibly annoying. “How do I know yer’ not lyin’ ‘bout going to see that guy. You lied to me about being a virgin that first night... told me ya weren't... why?” Joel flicks his eyebrows up to you.
“BECAUSE I WAS ASHAMED!!?? DIDN'T THINK YOU'D WANNA SEE ME AGAIN IF I TOLD YOU!!??” You shout. Joel's shouting is much different from yours. Very loud. Much louder and deeper and bellowing.
“SO WAS I!! SAME REASON!!” Joel shakes clenches his jaw tight. "I’m fuckin’ ashamed I got that drunk." Joel exclaims at you in frustration-- much softer now though. but then he just groans before he speaks again. "Fuuuuck. I hate this shit. Stupid shit.” Joel throws his hands up in the air and huffs. “I’m goin’ to watch football.” And then he marches his stupid ass right downstairs. You flick him off for two full minutes now that he is out of sight. He is kinda right. Sonofabitch. You hate when men are right. Hate it. You don’t even wanna go back downstairs. But you do. Joel is sitting where he had been before and doesn’t look at you when you come down– with no bags. You feel so uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to stay?” You grumble. Joel snorts.
“Do you want to?” He scoffs at you softly still looking at the TV.
“If you’re going to talk to me like that, no.” You roll your eyes. Joel flicks his head to you now, with soft eyes and small smirk... and pats his lap. “What?” You're confused.
“C’moon.” Joel nods you over to him.
“You want me to come…sit on your lap?” You raise one eyebrow at him suspiciously. He silently nods. Then he beckons you again with another patting of his muscular thigh with his fucking big, strong, stupid hands. You say nothing and don’t even look at him as you shuffle to him. He holds your waist and sits you down on to him. The back of your thighs is right on top of his and you’re more on the couch than in his lap. He looks down at you and smirks.
“I won’t lie t’ya anymore. I’m real sorry. Didn’t wanna look like n’ ass. N’ I did anyway.” He runs strong hand across your legs softly and scans your face. “N’ I believe y’didn’t go see that Matt fucker.” He grumbles his name and makes you chuckle. “Why’d ya think I wouldn’t want nothin’ t’do withya?” He’s somehow leaned in and now only inches from your face. How did this happen?
“I dunno– you’re kind of established n’ I’m not.” You whisper softly. “N’ I thought maybe all you wanted was... the only thing I got to offer.” You chuckle but there are other emotions brewing inside you. Shit. You’re not gonna cry. No. You will not.
“Stupid.” Joel leans in and kisses you softly, his tongue flicks across your bottom lip but doesn’t enter your mouth or do anything else. You whine softly when he pulls away. “Football.” He nods his head to the TV.
Fuck. He does have self control.
Joel leads you upstairs for bed later after locking all the doors and windows, checking the thermostat and making sure all the blinds were shut. You cant help but wonder if he does it ever night as a cute lil routine and now you are in love with him. No you’re not. Stop doing that. No. He’s a man and just regular. You keep telling yourself that as he walks you into his bedroom and pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it in the hamper.
“You got pjs or do you need something?” he asks, knowing you have a bag of clothes… he carried it in.
“I have —” You’re trying so hard not to smile at him for no reason as he grabs a t-shirt from his dresser and tosses it on to the bed near where you’re standing.
“You could use that if you wanted.” He’s being so serious. If he’s being cute and flirting he isn’t showing it as he works on his belt. Your body jolts into gear when you become fully aware that you’re just standing there staring at him. You pull your own shirt off and unclasp your bra around the back and let it slide down your shoulders and arms. You half expect Joel to be staring at you stupidly like an idiot, but he just walks behind you, brings his rough, strong calloused hand to your waist, squeezes softly and walks into the bathroom.
You throw on his t-shirt and pull your shorts off and walk into the bathroom with your toothbrush feeling…so silly for some reason. You shouldn’t!! He wants you here. Gave you the stupid shirt without you asking. He knew you wanted it. Or he wanted you to have it… which was even cuter and made you even more nervous and feel even sillier.
Joel hands you toothpaste as you stand in front of the vanity mirror. It’s a good mirror. You’re thinking about how good it would be to sit on the sink and pick at your face in this fucking thing while you brush your teeth. You might if you ever get an opportunity. You brush real good and follow Joel back into the bedroom, he waits for you at the door of the bathroom and extends his hand to you. To walk to his bed. Six feet away. You do not give one single fucking shit. He could hold your hand into the zombie apocalypse if he wanted. You’d let him lead you right into that shit. Fuck.
He pulls the sheets back for you and walks around the bed as you crawl in.
“Hey.” He growls once he’s in bed. You’re so far away from him. There could be three more people in here.
“Hi.” You have to speak with your real talking voice to make him hear you.
“You could come closer.” He chuckles softly.
“Why is it so big!?” You smirk at him as you have to take several hands and knees over to him.
“I’m a big guy.” Joel shrugs.
“Not this big!” You snuggle right up into him and now there is… still an entire queen sized bed left over where you had just crawled from. You giggle excitedly and wiggle around beside him. He is warm and perfect and smells like Joel and this is exciting. You're so happy to be here.
“What’re you wormin’ around fer?” Joel looks down at you, smirking.
“I dunno. Just happy to be here, I think. Got the sillies or something.” You giggle up to him. “Do you not get in bed and get all excited to be in bed n’ snuggly next to someone??” You look up and him and suddenly feel kinda dumb but he doesn’t let you for long as he wriggles down beside you and wraps you up in his arms.
“ Shiiit… no. I’m a grown man.” He sounds offended that you’d ask him that. “But you can squirm n’ worm all around next to me whenever ya’ want..” Joel chuckles and kisses the top of your head.
“I got a cat yesterday. S’why I was at the cat shelter.” You whisper up to him. “Her name is Agatha Christie.” You add quickly after a second of silence. Joel tries and fails to stifle his laughter.
“What!? Did you pick that name out? Poor cat.” He’s still laughing and jostling your whole body around as he laughs heartily. “Why’d ya get a cat?”
“I’ve wanted one for a while.” You snap at him. “And her name is good!! I like spooky stuff… Agatha Christie wrote creepy detective books!! Death on the Nile!! So good!” You’re semi offended. Joel rubs his hand all along your back and shoulders. You're running your hand all across his soft n' smooth stomach except for a lil trail of hair that leads down into his boxers. He's so soft n' pudgy but firm and tight at the same time. You wanna run your tongue all along him. Shit. Talking about cats. Fuck. Okay.
“Issa good name fer’ you. Yeah, yer’ right.” Joel is still chuckling.
“I didn’t even name her that!” You poke him in the sides and he grabs your wrist gently.
“I’ll spank you into next week. Don’t.” He growls it.
“Next week? For a poke? Seems excessive…” You roll your eyes at him but, you want him to. Want to poke his soft and pudgy and perfect tummy. It's calling for you.
“Don’t…” Joel is warning you.
“Are you super ticklish?” You’re not going to tickle him…because you don’t like being tickled. Hate it even though it...tickles and makes you laugh.
“Just don’t.” He sighs loudly and lets your wrist go. It was never tight to begin with. You just like him holding onto you.
“Fine.” You feign annoyance as you kiss his shoulder softly. He sighs softer now and rubs your back gently again.
“Roll over.” Joel whispers quietly. You do exactly as he says and might never question him ever again. He molds himself into your back and ass and his legs are pressed into yours. He is engulfing you. His mouth is right beside your ear now. “Glad you stayed.” He murmurs softly.
“Me too.” You breathe out softly.
“I’m gon’ tease both of us a lil now, don’t get too worked up, ‘kay Cricket?” He snickers so softly in your ear as he pushes his groin into your ass softly. “Love teasin’...” He keeps speaking as he grinds against you. “Feels fuckin’ good, don’t it?” His voice is so soft and if his cock wasn’t getting hard against you, you’d fall asleep he’s so calm and soothing.
“Yeah…” You sigh because it’s all you can do. His hand is moving all across your stomach and down between your legs for… milliseconds. It makes you groan and him chuckle each time. His strong fingers pinch and tug at your nipples softer than the first time he touched them.
“You like this? Want me t’stop?” He kisses behind you ear gently and then breathes out against you as he works his cock into the V between your closed legs and pussy. “Shit.” Joel chokes it back and pushes into you harder. You can feel his searing hot length against the skin of your inner thighs and through the fabric of your panties. “I gotta stop.” He chuckles but does not.
“Keep going.” You whisper to him and pause for a moment. “Please?” You really want him to keep going…you’re not really sure why. It doesn’t feel like much of anything to you other than something hot and hard between your legs. “Don’t stop… Mr. Miller.” You bite your bottom lip and cringe and how awkward you are and then Joel reacts to this.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He spits the words out and pulls you back against him even tighter, his forearm between your breasts and now his hand is around your neck softly, he’s breathing into your ear. “What did you say?” He whispers but there is force behind this whisper.
“Please don’t stop, Mr. Miller.” You whimper softly as his hand tightens around your throat. “I’m sorry?" You’re kinda scared because this giant man has his hand around your throat… but is still doing whatever it is he’s doing between your legs. Fucking your thighs? Dunno. He’s still doing that but faster now. And choking you moderately.
“Fuckin’ naughty, lil girl.” His voice is so deep, fuck. Okay. Is he mad?
“Do you really like that?” You ask nervously but his body is already telling you that he does… his voice is saying.. Maybe? His hand leaves your throat and his body stops moving against yours.
“What’d I do?” he holds his hands up and freezes. You look at him over your shoulder and he’s panting, sweating a little, but looking at you fearfully. “M’sorry fer’ whatever it was…”
“What? You didn’t do anything..” You blink at him. He blinks back at you.
“Huh? Then what’re you talkin’ ‘bout ‘cause I love all that.” Joel sighs softly and relaxes.
“Me calling you Mr. Miller?” You raise your eyebrow at him. Joel snorts and lays back in bed.
“Uh…yeah. I fuckin’ do.” Joel shakes his head. “S’fuckin’... I dunno. I dunno why I like it. Yer’ the first woman t’ever call me that in bed...damn... I liked it though fer' some reason.” Joel sighs loudly. “Sorry. I ain’t mean fer’ it t’go that far. I snuck right outta my boxers.” He rubs the sweat off his forehead and looks over at you. “Y’like all that?”
“You weren’t mad at me?” You’re still blinking a little. Joel looks like he’s replaying the last four minutes in his head to think if you did something to make him mad.
“No.” He says after a moment and then looks over at you. “What’d I do t’make y’think that?”
“Uh… choked me? Sounded real mad?” You gawk at him.
“Didn’t like bein’ choked?”
“Well now that I know you’re not mad at me… I think I did? I dunno. Let’s do it again.” You suggest eagerly but he just laughs.
“Nah, ‘cause then it wouldn’t be teasin’.” Joel shrugs his shoulders.
“That is terrible.” You groan. “Don’t like teasing.” You whine and then face the other way again, annoyed.
“Lose yer’ attitude, lil Bird.” Joel spanks your ass softly over the blankets. “T’cute to be all ‘tudinal.”
“I thought you liked a bratty lil girl.” You mock him gently and smirk, getting comfortable in the bed next to him.
He chuckles beside you and rubs the fat of your ass over the blankets now. “Yeah… I do.” Joel sighs loudly and rolls back over to be behind you again. “Goin’ t’sleep now, really.” Joel kisses behind your ear and the the back of your shoulder and the top of your head. His arm drapes over your side and then it’s quiet.
You’re too excited to sleep!? What!? Why did you not feel this way the last two times? You slept fine. Mr. Miller!! This sonofabitch gets you all horny for thigh fucking and then is sleeping behind you first? Unfair. Not cool. Okay….without that real loud fan from your place…his snoring is kinda loud. Real loud. Right in your ear loud. Is he being so fucking for real right now? This has to be a joke.
No.
He is so fucking for real. And the man…sleeps like he might be dead. If it wasn’t for the snoring…you’d think he was how he reacted to literally nothing you did. He had to be faking and pretending. You eventually weasel your way back across this football field sized bed and…the snoring isn’t too bad over here. Still kinda loud. You’ll be fine. You’ve slept through worse. Fighting parents (screaming dad) all night sometimes. This is nothin’.
It was not nothing.
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Summary: Slight Pervy!Joel, old man just wants a “hug”. Gets more from Jackson’s bombshell.
Warnings: Fingering. Joel kinda coaxes reader into giving in essentially but they’re into it. Pinv. Joel cums early. Talk of readers body. Tiiiing baby k!nk, mentioned once.
You’re new to Jackson, got a spring in your step, you’ve made an impression amongst the residents. Including a Mr Joel Miller.
Joel, god love him, was immediately drawn to you, not by your pleasant personality no, by your looks. You reminded him of a neighbour whom he had a major crush on when he was a kid. Blonde, busty and a smile that could make any man grovel at her feet, like those blonde bombshells from the old Hollywood movies.
He befriended you quickly, told you of the resemblance, you awkwardly laughed but stilled after he shamelessly asked you to lay with him in his bed. “Been so long since I’ve held a woman, hell, since I’ve held anyone.”
You felt sorry for him, it was obvious and kindly obliged him. You liked Joel. Now THAT was obvious. Joel wasn’t stupid. A flirt here and there. Wearing low cut tops, tight jeans, and any excuse to touch the man.
He tightens his grip on you, practically caging you in, you feel his dick against your ass. “m’sorry about that, you’re fuckin beautiful, darlin.” All you do is breathe, deeply in and out. You haven’t told him don’t touch me, you haven’t told him no. His hand moves from your waist to your inner thigh, tip toeing his fingers down, you shudder but he carries on. His fingers land on you knee and he pries open your legs, resting it on his leg, as he positions himself behind you.
“M’sorry, darlin, just been a long time since I’ve touched a woman, and you’re just so beautiful.” You still haven’t told him no.
As he smooths his hand down your thigh, you clench on nothing, and he fuckin notices.
“Goddamn,-“ he grits through his teeth, “you’re just perfect. Thighs are so soft I wanna lick them-and Jesus Christ, you’re ass, sweetheart, could eat that peach for hours-“
Jesus Christ, you didn’t need him to tell you how wet you are. You can feel it gushing.
“And this, I bet a baby would look good in there, darlin-and these beauties, just so fuckin perfect.”
Jesus Christ, you’re drunk from his words, the warm praises just settling in your bones as he kneads your tits. You’ve never had anyone talk to you like this before. And you were eating it up.
You arch your back, making your ass grind into his very hard cock. “Jesus, baby, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Why don’t you show me then, old man.” His face is rubbing against yours, you rub back, feeling the prickle of his beard. “Open wide for me, darlin.” He pushes his middle finger into your mouth, you hum around his digit, he lets out a growl.
He yanks his finger out and goes down, finding your clit, “Jesus, baby, all wet and I’ve barely fuckin touched you. SO fuckin needy, aren’t you sunshine.”
You’re letting out whines, not listening to a damn word he’s saying, loving the thickness of his finger, “inside Joel, please-I want it inside” Giving you what you want, he slides into your wet pussy, it squelching as he drags his finger in and out.
“Fuck, darlin, so fuckin wet, didn’t take long.”
You still haven’t said no.
Pulling out his fingers, he slides his swollen tip into you, no warning, then thrusts up, bottoming out, “just, let me stay like this, darlin-please.” He does, then slowly moves his hips, he grabs hold of the back of your neck. “Gonna be a good girl for this old man, and let me do this.” The way he’s dragging his cock in and out of you, my god, he’s taking organs with him. The pressure from behind becomes intense as Joel wraps his arm around your front, with all his will, begins thrusting into you hard. You can’t help but scream as he repeatedly hits that delicious spot that made you see fuckin stars, he’s still talking into your ear, hopefully sweet nothins but fuck you don’t care.
He abruptly cums, saying sorry over and over. He held you tight, still slightly jerking his hips into you, “ah shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Hes mumbling into your hair, neck.
“Fuck, gimme a minute” You grabbed his arm, clamping him against you. “Don’t move, Miller. That was, amazing-“ you spread your legs, “-just carry on, old man.”
Feeling like an old fool, Joel shoves two fingers in your pussy while using the heel of his hand against your clit. “Gonna make you cum, darlin-you were such a good girl and I’m a bad man. Spreading my seed in you and you didn’t even cum.”
You’re moving your body along with his rhythm, the pressure building up tight and it’s right there already, his hand, his words are just what you needed and you didn’t even know it. Thank god for this pervy old man.
You cum hard, he bites into your shoulder, making you scream. “That’s it baby, wanna hear those screams.” His arm under you tightens against on your body, keeping you in place, “that’s it, darlin, you ride that out.”
You practically pass out, while he whispers in your ear, “the bad man did good huh?-your needy pussy all satisfied, baby?”
You’re gone, you were already tired from Joel fucking you but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You can hear him muttering, either to you or himself, you’re too hazy to focus.
Behind you, unaware, joel was licking your arousal off his fingers, silencing his primal growls. “The sweetest pussy-“
Just read the sequel to Nasty and I NEED to know what pervy!joel would be like if reader *did* get pregnant by him!!
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Summary: The morning-after pill that Joel, your neighbor from your trailer park days, gave you the day you moved out didn't work. Joel, perverted as he is, has chosen to make the most of it.
Pairing: Pervy!DILF!Joel Miller x Pregnant!Reader
Content warnings: MDNI, Joel's got a pregnancy & lactation kink, unspecified age gap, pregnancy, description of pregnant body, pregnancy symptoms, Perv!Joel is capable of vulnerability?, dirty talk, smut, Joel has an exhibitionist thought, fingering, tit/nipple play, eating during sex, orgasm denial, food play, short labor scene, nondescript and brief birth
Word count: 6,864
Read on ao3 | Pervy!Joel Masterlist
Author's note: as much as I loved writing this, this is not canon in the Pervy!Trailer Park!Joel universe. This is just gonna be a fun little "what if?" b/c I don't have any plans for a pregnancy plot in this universe (at least atm), but I feel like it is lowk known on this blog that I am a slut for making a man into a DILF, so this was fun to write! (I went ahead and tagged everyone who wanted to be tagged for Slimy and future pervy!Joel works, but I know pregnancy can spook some people, so if you want to make a caveat to your being on the taglist, lmk) okay I hope everyone enjoys! <3
edit: this is canon in a different universe now. check the Pervy!Joel masterlist
The “U up?” texts from Joel slowly evolve into texts that say “I’m 5 mins away. U better not be wearing panties when I get to ur place” as time goes on with you living in your new house.
It’s around two months after you move into your house that you start getting fatigued, throwing up in the morning, not to mention how swollen and tender your breasts are.
Joel catches on and shows up at your house one night with a pregnancy test.
“Seriously? Joel, it’s just a bug,” you insist as you shove the box back in his hand.
Joel shoves it back in your hand so hard you stumble a little.
“Of course, I’m serious. Now quit bein’ a brat and drop your fuckin’ panties and piss on this thing.”
You roll your eyes and snatch the box, then turn toward your bathroom.
Joel’s on your heels.
You turn around and glare up at him. “What, you got a piss kink all of a sudden?”
He rolls his eyes and pushes you into the bathroom with a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“If I really knocked ya up, I wanna be there when we find out they’re real,” he says, and it’s so surprisingly sweet, you almost drop your frown.
With a mumbled “whatever”, you get on the toilet and go about your business with Joel leaning against the counter across from you, watching intently as you aim your stream on the plastic stick.
As you wash your hands and wait the instructed five minutes, you lean against the counter next to Joel, side by side.
After a moment, he says, “Of course, whatever we do here is your decision. I don’t know if just now I came across as ‘Oh, of course we’re keepin’ the baby.’ I ain’t the one doin’ the damn thing, but I’ll tell ya right now: if you are pregnant, I’ll take good care o’ you and the kid if you decide to keep it. You have my word.”
You don’t respond. You’re too emotional. You just keep staring at the window inside your shower and calmly cover Joel’s hand, which he has braced on the counter with yours.
You hadn’t given much thought to kids before, but maybe it’d be a good thing. You’ve never been opposed, so if the test is positive, why not take a chance?
Joel may be the most perverted man you’ve ever been with, but you know for a fact he’s capable of more.
When the timer on your phone rings, Joel takes a step back from the counter. It’s like he’s giving you the space to do this alone, but also near enough that you know he’ll come closer if you ask.
Joel doesn’t have to look at the test to know. The hitch in your breath and the hand over your mouth give you away.
He shifts his weight uncomfortably, then clears his throat.
“Whatever you wanna do, we’ll do,” he murmurs, his voice gruff. “Don’t let what I want fuck things up for you.”
You look up at him with bleary eyes and shake your head.
“I wanna keep it,” you croak.
Joel’s brows shoot up to his forehead. You’ve only been living in this house for about two months. He thought maybe that was enough big life changes for you in one year.
“Baby, are you sure?”
You nod, placing a hand on your stomach, then glancing down at the test on the counter.
“I had more than enough for this place and the furniture, so I’m…good. And I don’t know, it just feels right,” you explain, your voice wet with emotion.
That’s enough for Joel.
He grabs you by the hips and pulls you in for a hug.
A fucking hug.
You don’t think you’ve ever gotten hugged by this man.
Surprisingly, he’s a good hugger. His arms are secure around your body; his chin is resting on top of your head. You feel safe.
As he loosens his hold on you, he gets down to his knees and kisses your stomach, right below your belly button.
“Your tits are gonna get so huge,” he moans against your skin.
The first trimester is awful, but according to all the research Joel’s been secretly doing, that is to be expected. As you get over the morning sickness and head into the second trimester, Joel realizes he hasn’t even driven by the trailer park in almost two weeks.
You’ve needed him so much just in these first three months. He can’t imagine how much you’ll need him by the end.
His trailer isn’t the place he wants to raise his baby. Yours would’ve worked; you just have this ability to make anywhere feel like home.
Joel’s is worse than a typical bachelor pad. He never married and managed to avoid accidental pregnancies until this point. He’s got a couch, a table with two chairs, and his bed. That’s pretty much it.
In all honesty, you’re the first woman he’s seen consistently for more than a month in maybe twenty years. The last woman was a girlfriend who left him for the president of a fucking biker gang.
In between her and you, it’s exclusively been hook-ups and flings.
Technically, you’re still a hook-up.
At least officially.
He’s 47 years old, and he’s been practically living with the younger woman he got pregnant.
Maybe you already consider you and him as more. Maybe he doesn’t need to bring it up.
Although you’re growing his baby and letting him practically live here. He probably owes it to you to be the one to bring it up.
He’s getting back to your house late one night after a job ran late.
He’d never had to text someone to tell them about having to work overtime. No one’s ever been waiting for him for that to be necessary.
You texted back, telling him not to worry, but to bring you home French fries for your troubles.
So, Joel walks into your bedroom, sawdust clinging to his clothes, with a paper bag full of French fries from your favorite fast food restaurant in one hand and a milkshake in the other hand, figuring you’ll want something sweet to go with the fries.
He hears you finishing up in the bathroom, so he calls out that he’s here.
You open the door and walk out to the bedroom, ravenous for your snack, wearing only panties that have begun to dig into the meat of your hips and a tank top that emphasizes the slight swelling that’s happening in your middle.
“Hi,” you practically chirp as you take the bag of food from him.
“Hey, darlin’. How’s the kid?”
You crawl into bed and pull the covers over your lap.
“Probably fine. Y’know, I’ve still got a month or two before I can feel them,” you remind him as you pop a French fry into your mouth.
You nod at the milkshake in his hand.
“For me or you?”
Joel shakes his head and hands it to you. “Figured you’d want somethin’ sweet, too.”
You smile and gladly take the cup.
He’s a little tense as he stands near the foot of your bed.
“What, are you working up the nerve to tell me you want a night to yourself?” you ask softly.
It’s probably just the hormones, but recently, the thought of sleeping in an empty bed makes you upset. You’ve gotten used to waking up with morning wood pressing against your lower back. You’d miss it if it were gone.
Joel breathes in sharply and shakes his head.
“The opposite,” he mumbles.
You furrow your brow.
He sighs and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
“My place ain’t the one we wanna raise this kid,” he begins.
You nod.
“Yeah, it’s pretty unsalvageable in the way of child safety,” you murmur, smiling so he knows you’re not judging him.
Joel smiles right back, making the crinkles near his eyes all the more noticeable, which you only find more and more attractive as your pregnancy progresses.
“Anyway,” he continues. “I haven’t been by my place in about a week, I realized today. And we are havin’ this baby together. I don’t know, darlin’. I…I want us to be a family. I didn’t have the best childhood, and I want us to give this kid a real shot. Maybe tryin’ to be a nuclear family is the way to go, maybe it isn’t, but… I think, if you’re up for it, I would like to try.”
You smile and lean back against the pillows.
“I’ll do the math tomorrow and let you know what your half is,” you say.
Joel furrows his brow and cocks his head to the side.
“For the mortgage. And utilities and shit.”
You helped Joel with his taxes last year; you know he’s living below his means in the trailer park and that he has a fat retirement fund as well as some nice savings. He can afford to live in a house; he’s just chosen to stay at the trailer park.
There wasn’t anything pulling him out before. Now there is.
“Honey…”
Joel stops. He doesn’t really know what he could possibly say here. He meant to ask if he could stay with you while he looks for a house nearby, but if you’re offering…
Instead, he leans over your body and kisses you, tasting the salt from the fries on your lips. Then he leans down and kisses your belly.
He moves the two whole boxes of stuff he cares about into your house that weekend.
Once Joel’s moved in and he’s introduced you to his brother, Tommy (who you didn’t even know existed until you were sixteen weeks pregnant), as his girl, the pregnancy goes pretty smoothly.
Granted, Joel’s going through more viagra than he’d like to in order to keep up with your heightened libido. Other than that, he’s never been happier.
Sometimes, your hormones are a lot, and your insecurity about the changes to your body makes its way out, but Joel has honestly never been more attracted to you.
Your breasts, which he loved more than life itself before the pregnancy, have gone up a cup size. The fucking rack on you now is so fucking impressive that he has a hard time not grabbing them even when the two of you go out in public.
Every time the two of you fuck now, he has to see them. As long as he’s gentle with your sore breasts and lowers them carefully when he removes your bra, you don’t mind.
He’s determined to make you lactate before you give birth. He read up on it; apparently, it’s possible if all the stars are aligned. Plus, it’ll get you ahead on milk storage if you decide to pump in addition to letting Joel suck on your nipples. He suckles on your nipples when he’s balls deep in you while you clench and gush on his cock, hoping that the consistent stimulation will produce lactation by the third trimester.
And don’t get him started on your belly.
Seriously. Just watching you grow rounder and rounder while you grow his baby has been a fucking spectacle. He fucking loves your bump.
He’s insisted on taking as many pictures, naked or otherwise, of you as he possibly can. Sometimes, he’ll even set a timer on the camera so he can join. He’s just fucking obsessed with your body.
He was obsessed before; the photos he has saved on his phone from your previous text messages are a good indicator, but now he’s got his baby growing inside of you, and apparently, that’s a big turn-on.
And at this stage of your pregnancy, it truly does match his beer belly in size, just as he predicted on that last night in the trailer park.
At the 20-week ultrasound, he cries.
He’d been nervous all week. The 20-week scan is where you learn the sex, sure. And that’s really exciting, but it’s also where you find out if there are any abnormalities.
You haven’t been too nervous beyond what you’d expect from a woman who’s had a smooth pregnancy so far, but Joel is a wreck.
So when the doctor says the baby is perfectly healthy and right on track, a few tears fall.
You don’t look at him when you feel a warm tear fall on the skin of your chest. You just squeeze his hand tighter and keep your eyes glued to the screen.
“Alright,” the doctor says. “Do the two of you want to know the sex?”
You open your mouth to answer, but Joel, in his excitement, beats you to the punch.
“Yes,” he says emphatically.
The doctor smiles and looks at you to double-check.
“Yes, we would like to know,” you say softly.
The doctor moves the probe on your belly to the side a few more times, then says, “Congratulations. It’s a girl.”
Upon hearing the news, you smile so wide your cheeks hurt, but Joel drops his head on your chest, still holding your hand with both of his.
His shoulders start to shake, and your eyes go wide.
The doctor quickly prints off the ultrasound photos and leaves the room.
You reach for a tissue and wipe the gel off your stomach. The movement jostles Joel, and he looks up at you with red-rimmed eyes.
“What? Don’t tell me you wanted a boy,” you murmur softly as you reach up to wipe his eyes.
He shakes his head.
“I ain’t worthy of a girl,” he mumbles.
Your gaze softens, and you sigh.
“Yeah, you are.”
“No, girls are sweet and dainty, and they need their daddies to be the kinda man who didn’t use to sit on his porch in his boxers, drinkin’ and smokin’.”
He sniffs and wipes his nose with the back of his hand.
“If you’re worried about deserving her, I think it means you already deserve her,” you whisper.
Joel sniffs, and you reach a hand out again to stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch and sighs.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
As soon as the two of you finish up at the doctor’s office, Joel drags you to the store to pick out pink swatches for the nursery. He picks ten and takes them all home.
You pick your favorite, and he heads back to the store for the appropriate amount of paint and gets to work. He builds the crib himself over the course of three weeks and carves in the words “You are so precious to me, baby mine” on the back rail.
It makes you cry when you see the finished product in the nursery, but Joel kisses you until you’re whimpering from desperation rather than being overwhelmed with awe.
“Yeah? Like seein’ me be a daddy?” he teases in your ear, his hands roaming your belly and your ass. “You know I’m gonna be the best daddy, don’t ya? Yeah, you do. You’re so fuckin’ happy to make me a daddy.”
He fucks you on the floor in the middle of the nursery, which you have some feelings about, but Joel insists it’s some sort of full-circle moment.
As your pregnancy progresses into the third trimester, there are only four things on your mind: eating, sleeping, dreaming about the day this baby is out and you can comfortably take a deep breath, and Joel’s cock.
You go through the motions at work, but your days off and the evenings are spent as hedonistically as possible.
Today, you had a half-day at work. Joel said he’ll be stuck in the office doing paperwork most of the day.
Perfect.
You show up at lunch time with burgers and milkshakes in a dress that barely covers your ass.
“What is your pretty little ass doin’ here?” Joel asks with a smirk plastered on his face as he looks up.
“Half day at work,” you say softly as you set the food down.
The “office” isn’t private. It’s a trailer with a few desks inside. Anyone could walk in. They probably won’t, but they could.
For some reason, the idea of one of the guys on the crew walking in and seeing Joel fuck his heavily pregnant girlfriend is incredibly appealing to him.
“Does my baby mama need some company?” Joel croons as he stands to grab a chair for you.
You bite back a smile and don’t say anything. You just let him help you sit and go about eating your burger.
Under the desk, you let your flip flops slide off your feet. You start caressing his shin with your foot.
Joel looks at you through his lashes but doesn’t say anything.
He undoes his belt, holding eye contact with you while you chew, then shucks his jeans down mid-way down his thighs.
He pats his lap, and you wordlessly round the desk and straddle him, your burger still in hand.
Joel rubs his hands over the expanse of your belly, the fabric of your dress soft on his palms. One hand travels lower to palm your cunt, and when he’s met with your damp pubic hair, he cocks a brow. The other hand moves up to circle his thumb around your nipple through the fabric of your dress.
“You’re pretty slutty for a pregnant woman,” Joel whispers, the smirk from when you walked in still present on his face. “No panties, dress barely covers your ass, can see your nipples through your dress… What kinda mother-to-be are you?”
You lean down and kiss his cheek.
“The horny kind,” you mumble against his skin.
Joel pushes a finger into your entrance with ease, given how wet you are. You moan softly, increasing in pitch when he abruptly adds a second.
He moves his fingers in and out until he can feel you’re close. That’s when he takes them out and sucks them clean.
Carefully, he lowers your dress, exposing your swollen, engorged tits. You whimper softly, and he immediately dives in, peppering them with kisses.
“I don’t know how you expect me to share these with the baby,” he mumbles around your nipple as he begins to suckle on it.
You scoff and pull him off by yanking his hair.
“Don’t be a dick.”
Joel huffs and pinches your ass in retaliation for the hair pulling.
You huff right back and lean forward for a kiss, though it’s more bite and growl than kiss.
He pulls back with a low grunt and sighs.
“Eat your food and lemme fuck you,” he says, and he’s not asking.
Joel positions his cock at your entrance and pushes you down on it by your hips.
You cry out, and Joel immediately starts thrusting up into you.
“These baby hormones must have you fucked up, huh, mama?” he rasps, keeping a firm grip on your ass as he ruthlessly fucks up into you. “They got you puttin’ on your skimpiest clothes, comin’ to my office to fuck in the middle of my goddamn work day. You need your baby daddy bad, huh?”
You whimper and moan, “Mm, the dress wasn’t skimpy before you knocked me up.”
He laughs softly and leans forward to take a bite out of the burger.
“Point still stands,” he mumbles around the food in his mouth.
Joel takes the burger from your hand and tosses it on the desk behind you.
“Need you focused,” he says.
“Focused?” you gasp, your hands scrambling for purchase on the collar of his plaid button-up.
He doesn’t respond; he just dives back in on your chest, wrapping his lips around your nipple, which has you throwing your head back in pleasure.
“Joel, you’re gonna…”
“Gonna what?” he mumbles around your nipple.
Your breasts suddenly feel heavier, and you swear they’re tingling.
“Joel.”
A warning, but to what, you don’t know.
You say his name so quietly that he doesn’t hear you; he’s too enraptured by your tit in his mouth, and he swears your skin is flushing.
Joel scoops you up, his hands firm under your thighs, and sits you on the edge of his desk so he can get a better angle to fuck you.
In the midst of all the movement, Joel doesn’t realize what’s just happened, but you do.
You pull him off you by his hair, and it’s all over his face, dripping down your breast.
You’re not sure what to say. You’re already extremely aware that Joel was waiting for this to happen, and if the half-lidded look in his eyes is any further indication, it’s safe to say he’s pleased.
“You’ve got a milk mustache,” you mutter softly.
Joel lets out a laugh so loud, you’re almost tempted to cover his mouth.
He looks down at the white liquid dripping down your body, and the smile is almost fond, like he’s laying eyes on an old friend.
“You’re amazin’, y’know that?” he says softly.
You give him a sweet smile.
“Can I keep fuckin’ you?”
You nod, and Joel’s thrusts pick up again while his hands fondle your breasts, teetering on the edge of practically expressing your milk with his hands.
“D’ya want a taste?”
Your eyes practically bug out of your head, and Joel laughs again.
“I guess we’ll work ya up to that.”
He doesn’t harp on it; he just starts fucking into you so hard, you swear your cervix will be bruised by the time you walk out of here. He hikes the skirt of your dress up so now the fabric is bunched up at the top of your belly. Joel keeps groping your breasts and rubbing your belly and thrusting in and out of you.
Joel is determined to make this a good experience for you, especially after you just lactated for the first time.
“You’re a fuckin’ dream, y’know that?” he croons. “This rack, and now it’s makin’ milk. This belly… God, I swear there ain’t a hotter pregnant woman in the whole state of Texas, darlin’. Hell, probably the fuckin’ country, if not the world.”
“Oh, the world?” you scoff, smiling.
He nods like it’s very important business that the two of you are discussing.
“Oh, yeah. Baby, the way you look all full o’ me,” he hums, his hands gliding over your gravid stomach. “Jesus H. Christ… Knowin’ ya look like this because I blew my load in this sweet pussy… I swear, if I were 20 years younger, I’d be rock hard all the time just thinkin’ about it.”
You can only whimper in response, and that’s when Joel finally brings his finger to your clit.
“Joel, I’m gonna… Jesus, fuck,” you whimper.
“Yeah, I know. That’s kinda the point here, mama,” Joel grits through his teeth. “I’ll go with ya.”
You come with a shaky gasp, and Joel’s right behind you, filling you up to the brim.
Once Joel starts softening inside of you, he pulls out and cleans you up with the takeout napkins you brought. He kisses your breasts and your belly before he readjusts your dress.
He sits down and leans back in his chair, admiring the view of you perched up on his desk.
“I’ll just keep ya like this,” he declares with a contented sigh as he tucks his now soft dick away. “All swollen and full. It’s a good look on you, sunshine.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “That sounds sadistic. I mean, you saw me waddle in here.”
Joel smirks and shakes his head.
“You love bein’ all full o’ me. Don’t sit there and say the cons outweigh the pros,” he says, reaching his hands out to caress the tops of your thighs.
He leans forward and kisses your belly, then his chair scrapes against the floor as he gets even closer to the desk, now wrapping his arms around your hips and rubbing his face against your bump.
“Say you love it. Admit it,” he mumbles.
You sigh and run your hands through his soft hair.
“Say. It,” Joel says again, his voice muffled by your stomach.
“I guess there are worse things,” you mumble softly.
“Worse than what?”
He won’t give up.
“There are worse things than…carrying your baby,” you mutter through half-closed lips.
“Mm, you’ve almost got me pleased,” he hums, raising his head to look at you more closely. “Be more specific, honey.”
“I…love being full of you. I love carrying your fucking seed inside me, and I love that everyone knows it’s you who made me this way,” you say, speaking softly and breathily.
Joel smiles, a real toothy grin, and squeezes your hips.
“Good girl. I could really feel that one,” he says, bringing a hand to his heart.
You huff out a breathy laugh and shake your head.
“I gotta go home. Baby wants a nap,” you say, sliding off Joel’s desk.
Joel scoots back, getting out of your way, and grabs your purse for you. He helps you down the steps and keeps his hand at the small of your back as he walks you to your car.
Once you’re in the driver’s seat, Joel leans his head down and kisses your bump.
“You be good to your mama, baby girl. Take it easy on her. Love you.”
Another kiss, then he straightens up and kisses your cheek.
“Drive safe.”
The rest of your third trimester is relatively the same: filled with naps, food, sporadic deep breaths, and Joel fucking you at your whim.
At the final checkup, which falls on your due date, your doctor informs you that it’ll probably be another week before the baby decides to make her appearance.
“More than half of first-time moms go past their due date,” your doctor tells you. “In this pamphlet, there is a list of a few methods used to induce labor, sex being the most effective.”
The doctor hands you the pamphlet, and you don’t even have to look over your shoulder; you can feel how big Joel is smiling at that news.
As Joel drives you home, you go through the list.
Membrane sweep. You literally got that done today.
Eating dates. Joel got some yesterday after reading about them inducing labor. You ate five this morning.
Nipple stimulation. Joel literally hasn’t stopped groping your tits since the day you started lactating.
Sexual intercourse. You haven’t let Joel get in your pants in a week. You’ve been too uncomfortable.
But right now, with your unborn daughter getting way too comfortable and way too big for your womb to contain her much longer, 15 minutes of slight discomfort paired with an orgasm sounds pretty damn good.
Joel pulls into the driveway and parks next to your car. He kills the engine and hops out, rounding the hood to open your door and help you out.
Once the two of you are inside the house and Joel’s got his back turned while he locks the door, you blurt out, “You have to fuck me.”
He turns around, his brows pinched, and you can tell he’s fighting back a smirk.
“Oh, do I?”
You nod, already pulling your sweatpants down.
“Joel, we’ve tried everything else. I’m not going overdue. If this kid isn’t out of me by tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
He was ready to tease you and make you beg for it, but the look in your eyes right now and the echo of how hard it is for you to even get off the couch these days make him change his mind.
Joel takes a few steps forward, then gently reaches out to grab your chin and put your gaze right on him.
“Get naked and on the bed. I’m in charge of gettin’ this baby outta you. Got it?”
You can’t tell if you’re nodding of your own volition or if Joel is moving your head for you. Either way, when he lets go of your chin, you head to your bedroom, and Joel stays behind for a moment. Either to build anticipation or actually do something productive.
When Joel joins you in the bedroom, he’s got the bottle of chocolate syrup from the fridge in his hand.
Your eyes widen, and Joel just smirks as he steps further into the bedroom.
“I’ve been havin’ this milk straight up for weeks now, darlin’,” he begins, kneeling on the edge of the bed now. “And don’t get me wrong, mama, it’s good. But a man can want a little variety, can’t he?”
You’re stunned.
You’re actually fucking stunned.
Here you are, asking for what is essentially a mercy fuck with the sole purpose of inducing labor, and your baby daddy wants to, what, pour chocolate syrup on your nipples so it mixes with your breastmilk?
He’s crawling up the bed, hovering over you, and popping the cap off the bottle.
“We should have some fun before we become responsible parents. One last kinky hurrah before we’ve got a screamin’ baby interruptin’ us every five minutes,” Joel murmurs softly.
Surprisingly, you’re on board with what he’s saying.
“Okay,” you whisper.
“Yeah?” he coos.
You nod your head, and Joel leans the bottle against your hip while he gets out of his clothes. When he picks the bottle back up and angles it over your left nipple, he looks at you one more time. When you nod again, he gently squeezes the bottle, and the two of you watch as the chocolate syrup lands on your areola.
Joel clears his throat and furrows his brow just a little, obviously fighting the urge to forget about everything and start licking you. His cock, hanging heavy between his legs, is twitching.
You let out a soft whimper and feel the telltale signs that you’re about to start leaking, even though it’s obvious that’s exactly what Joel wanted here.
He pours syrup over your other nipple, then shuts the cap and puts it on the nightstand.
His cock is throbbing and aching, and he can’t take his eyes off of you.
“Baby, this is… Wow,” he husks.
You’re breathing heavily and staring at Joel’s erection, and then you feel the milk start to leak from you, and Joel lets out an impossibly pathetic whine.
“Can I…? Baby, please?” he whimpers.
You nod, and he doesn’t waste any time diving in.
Joel wraps his lips around your nipple and groans against you. The chocolate syrup mixed with your breastmilk is everything he imagined and more. It’s sweet, it’s rich, it’s a little tangy, somehow.
He can feel your chest heaving beneath his mouth, and he’s so fucking grateful he’s making you feel good.
He sucks your nipple clean, then moves onto the next one, and the process is the same.
Once Joel has licked your chest clean, he kisses down your belly, worshipping it, as if he’s saying goodbye, and you hope to whatever God there is that he is.
You hope he fucks you so good that your water breaks on his cock.
“Baby, your milk mixed with chocolate… Holy shit,” he mumbles against your belly. “Best fuckin’ thing I ever tasted. The fact that you… Mm, shit, sunshine. You’re incredible. Gonna miss this when it goes.”
“Miss what?” you ask, your hands now playing in his hair.
Joel sighs against your skin and presses a kiss to you before peeking his head over your belly.
“You, all pregnant and full and swollen and leaking… In all honesty, I once watched a porno where the lady was expectin’. I don’t know why, but at the video store, that’s what looked most enticin’ that night. It was, like, ten years ago. I don’t know, the way this woman carried… I had never really given pregnancy much thought before. The way her, I guess, scene partner fucked her and talked to her really got to me. I never… I don’t know, honey, I never thought I’d have this. Never thought I’d get to bear witness to this, a beautiful woman, my beautiful woman, growin’ life. It’s amazin’.”
That last part chokes him up a little, though his erection is still maintained.
This fucking guy.
“Joel, how do you manage to say the grossest stuff and follow it up with the sweetest shit?” you murmur, wiping your eyes so tears don’t fall.
He smiles softly and braces his hands on either side of your head, then leans down to kiss your lips.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. A real goddamn smokeshow. You’re carryin’ our baby so pretty. But I know ya ain’t taken a deep breath in about a month, so I’m gonna fuck this little girl outta ya now. Okay?”
You nod, and he kisses your cheek, then starts rubbing your clit.
When he inserts two of his thick fingers, it doesn’t take long for you to climax.
Joel then lubricates his cock with your arousal, then swipes up some of the breastmilk that’s leaking down your chest to add to his shaft.
He slides in with ease, then reaches for one of the pillows and shoves it under your hips.
“Comfy, mama?” he asks, his voice raspy.
You can tell he’s holding back, his desire to keep you comfortable battling with his instinct to pound into you as hard as he can.
“I’m good, daddy,” you reply, smirking when his gaze darkens at the sound of the moniker on your lips.
“Can I move?”
When you nod, Joel begins to slowly rock his hips back and forth. His hands caress your thighs and squeeze your hips.
Your hands palm your breasts and tweak your nipples.
“Joel, you feel so good,” you whine. “Fuck, I can’t believe this cock put a baby in me.”
Joel lets out the most pathetic whine. He seriously sounds like someone just reached through his ribs and grabbed his heart.
His breathing speeds up, and the grip he has on your hips tightens.
“Don’t say that,” he pants, bringing a finger to your clit.
“Why?” you moan breathily.
“Because I’ll finish before this is over, and I’d rather die than do that right now,” he grits out.
You sigh and don’t respond. You’re just here for the ride.
“God, woman… Can’t wait to put another in you.”
That’s the last straw, what snaps the coil inside of you. You gush around Joel’s cock and feel your breasts leak more milk as Joel fucks you through your climax. The thought of doing this again, for him, despite your current discomfort, is fucking thrilling.
He follows shortly, coming with a rough grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you.
He leans down and kisses your belly, and his lips are met with the poke of a hand or a foot.
After Joel pulls out, he heads into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up, which he does as gently as possible. Once he’s finished, he sits on the edge of the bed beside you, his hand roaming your stomach.
“I bet that’s what’s gonna do it,” he says softly.
You smile and cover his hand with yours.
“I hope so. Will you help me up? I wanna shower.”
Joel obliges and even gets in with you, doing all your washing for you.
Once the two of you get out, he rubs lotion and oil on your body while you handle your skincare.
It’s not even noon yet, and it’s a Saturday. Joel drags you downstairs and parks you on the couch while he gets started on lunch.
All he can think about is getting some good food in you, in hopes that you’ll go into labor soon, and his food will be enough to sustain you.
He doesn’t like feeling useless, and the more he thinks about your imminent labor, the more useless he feels. All he’ll be able to do is hold your hand and tell you how good you’re doing and how proud he is of you.
You say that’s enough, but Joel disagrees. He thinks he should snap his fingers and make the baby just magically appear in your arms, automatically shrink your stomach back down (though the latter is more for you than him), and save you the trouble. That would be enough.
He sits and eats with you on the couch, watching you balance your plate on top of your bump. It’s the cutest fucking thing Joel’s ever seen, and he’s beside himself that he won’t get to see it after today (hopefully but not hopefully).
Joel takes the dishes to the sink when you’re both done, and as he helps you stand from the couch, it happens.
It’s not a big splash; there’s just a wet spot in the crotch of your sweatpants, and it’s getting bigger.
“It’s not piss,” you murmur softly.
Joel’s first instinct is anxiety. His second is to say, “Well, ain’t my cock a miracle worker?”
You look up at him and glare, scoffing as you shake your head.
“Asshole. Go get me some clean pants.”
Joel rolls his eyes and heads to the bedroom to retrieve some clean pants, as well as a towel.
When he gets back to the living room, he kneels in front of you.
He’s eye level with your crotch, and as he helps you get your feet through the pants and pulls the elastic up, he gets the impulse to kiss your mound, like he’s sorry he came inside you and that the morning-after pill didn’t work, and now it has to spread wide enough to deliver his baby.
You laugh softly when he kisses your crotch, but you don’t say anything.
In the car on the way to the hospital, Joel keeps both hands on the wheel. Normally, he keeps one on your thigh, but right now he’s so nervous about crashing or swerving, so he’s got both hands on the wheel at ten and two.
As soon as you get settled in the room, the contractions start. Your breathy moans of pain make Joel’s stomach churn.
He holds your hand and whispers in your ear how strong you are, how good you’re doing.
The nurse suggests that you go for a walk around the maternity ward. Joel keeps his arm steady as you hold onto it, sometimes burying your face in the sleeve of his plaid flannel when the contractions peak.
After the second lap, you steer the two of you toward the nurse’s station and request an epidural. The charge nurse informs you that the anesthesiologist just has two patients ahead of you, so it’ll be a 20-30 minute wait.
You nod and start to walk another lap, Joel’s bicep still clenched in your hand. It’s not that long. Your contractions are five minutes apart, so a 20-30 minute wait will only be around 4-6 contractions, but that’s 4-6 times where Joel gets a lump in his throat and feels utterly useless as you breathe through the pain.
After about ten minutes, you head back to the room. You bend over and brace your hands on the edge of the bed. You let out a soft groan, and Joel puts his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs into your lower back.
It’s only for a moment, and he can’t help it, but he almost thrusts his hips against your ass. Thankfully, he catches himself in time, but he can’t help the smirk on his face at the thought, even though you’d probably kick him out of the room if he hadn’t stopped himself.
Once you straighten up and sigh, Joel leans down and kisses your temple.
“Doin’ so good. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll be all loopy and happy.”
Joel ends up being more scared of the epidural needle than you are. He kneels in front of you while you sit on the edge of the bed. He keeps your hands in his and keeps his gaze on your eyes.
Once the epidural is administered, you lie back and finally begin to feel better.
Joel settles in the chair beside your bed and holds your hands for hours.
At 11:00 PM, the doctor tells you it’s finally time to push. You’ve heard that pushing can take hours, so you’re convinced the baby will come after midnight, technically being a day late, but to your surprise, she’s born at 11:48 PM.
You finally loosen your grip on Joel’s hand and let out a sob when the doctors place her on your chest.
Joel lets silent tears roll down his face as he leans down to kiss your sweaty temple and place a hand over yours on your daughter’s back.
“She’s perfect,” he whispers in your ear.
Your baby is still wailing, but she’s beginning to calm down on her mother’s chest with her father nearby, willing to do anything to protect his girls.
“I got you. I promise.”
You look up at Joel through bleary eyes and smile.
“I know,” you whisper, nodding your head.
When Joel leans down to kiss his daughter’s head, her cries finally die down to soft whimpers, like she already knows there aren’t any other people in the world she’d be safer with.
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Summary: The night before you leave the trailer park for good, your next door neighbor sneaks into your trailer in the middle of the night to show you what you're leaving behind.
Pairing: Perv!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Content warnings: MDNI, modern no outbreak AU where Joel is not a dad, pre-negotiated kinks, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't do that irl), somnophilia, spitting, one spank, one slap to Joel's shoulder blade, biting, blink and you'll miss it blood kink, one use of the word "slut", multiple positions, rough sex, breeding kink, Joel mentions his gut once
Word count: 2,522
Read on ao3 here | Pervy!Joel Masterlist
Author's note: wow wow wow! I was not expecting so many people to read "Nasty", let alone anyone request a sequel (thank you to the first person who suggested it: @chewie-bars), let alone multiple people. I am amazed and I feel loved and I hope you feel loved too. title for this one comes from reader describing Joel as "nasty and slimy" and attributing it to watching too much Sons of Anarchy in "Nasty". that is all me. I watched Sons of Anarchy years ago and am still down bad for Tig Trager and the rest of the sons. if the sons aren't "nasty and slimy" men, I do not know who is. okay anyway ty for all the love on "Nasty", please enjoy "Slimy"! <3
After living in the trailer park for sixteen months, you’ve finally put a down payment on a house. When you told Joel, he said he was happy for you, but you could tell (especially by the way he fucked you five minutes after) that he was almost sad to hear about you leaving.
In all honesty, he’s the only thing you’re remotely upset about leaving behind. Besides being a good fuck, he is kind, funny, and smart. Over the last sixteen months, you’ve learned that he’s got good qualities besides his cock.
Today, he helped you pack all your things up. You’ll sign the paperwork and pick up your key tomorrow. It’s your last night in Blue Moon Trailer Park, and Joel is determined to leave a lasting impression.
You had him over for dinner. Pizza at a card table, but it was still one last hurrah in the place you called home for over a year. He fucked you on the floor after dinner, right next to the spaghetti sauce stain on the carpet that was there when you moved in, and when he was done, he kissed you goodbye and promised to lock the door on the way out.
You trusted him to do that.
He didn’t.
At around 2:00 in the morning, Joel crosses the eight feet of grass between your trailers, walks up the steps of your humble porch, and lets himself into your trailer.
He looks down the hall. Your bedroom door is half closed. The closer he gets, the better he can hear your breathing. Deep and even. You’re definitely asleep.
Perfect.
You look so peaceful, so pretty.
It’s hot in Texas. It always is, even now, during the middle of the night in March. You’ve got the sheets tangled around your legs, baring your naked body to him.
Perfect.
You’re lying on your stomach, the arch of your spine and the curve of your ass on display.
Joel reaches for his belt and swiftly pulls it through the loops, discarding it on the floor, along with his jeans and t-shirt.
Now naked as well, Joel crawls up your bed, hovering over your body. He holds his weight up with his left forearm, and with his right hand, he starts gently caressing and squeezing your ass.
You mentioned taking some Benadryl before going to bed after sneezing so much at dinner. You’re probably out, giving Joel some time to play with you all by himself.
When you told him you found a house, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, fucking hardwood floors, and granite countertops, he was happy. You saved your money, and you found the perfect house to spend it on.
He was proud of you. He’d seen you eat Kraft macaroni and cheese for dinner twice a week just so you could save up for the couch you wanted to buy for your future house.
Everything’s coming up roses for you.
It’s deserved, definitely, but Joel, deep in his old, selfish, perverted bones, wants to keep you to himself.
He slips his finger between your cheeks and slides it down until he finds your hole. He finds you slick. It’s like your body’s ahead of your brain. Your body can sense him, knows he’s here. It’s ready for him before you are.
Joel leans his head down so his lips are moving against your hair as he speaks.
“Your pussy’s always such a good girl for me,” he whispers. “Sometimes nicer than you. You can be a brat, but she always wants to cooperate for me.”
Slowly, so as not to wake you, Joel pushes the tip of his finger inside, just up to the first knuckle, just to feel you.
“Probably gonna end up missin’ her more than you,” he murmurs.
It’s a lie, but you’re not awake to dispute it.
Joel eventually fully pushes his finger inside of you, and you let out the softest moan, still asleep, but responsive as ever.
“Yeah, I bet my finger feels good, don’t it? Bet ya ain’t gonna find another guy with fingers as thick as mine in the ‘burbs. No, ma’am. Shit like this ain’t found with them uptight city slicker pricks.”
He’s finding he’s more bitter about your move than he originally thought he was.
As he moves his finger in and out of your slick cunt and starts pulling more consistent moans from your throat, he gently withdraws his finger and licks it clean, the digit coming out of his mouth with a sharp pop.
Joel decides to turn you over. He wants to eat that sweet pussy just one more time before you leave for good.
He’s so careful. He gently gets his hands around your shoulder and hip, slowly turning you over on your back.
You don’t even stir.
Before he dives in, he gently pulls your legs apart, baring your sweet, gorgeous pussy to him.
He kisses your knees, then a few spots on the inside of your thighs, then he kisses your clit.
That last kiss pulls a soft gasp from you, but you still don’t wake.
He starts out with kitten licks, small stripes up the length of your slit.
Then he hovers his mouth above your cunt, lips parted, drool pooling in his mouth. He lets his saliva dribble over your cunt, and he finds that he really likes the sight.
He gathers more saliva in his mouth and aims to spit directly on your clit.
You moan at the stimulation, and Joel instinctively humps your mattress.
“Guess we both just discovered a new kink, didn’t we, darlin’?” he rasps before fully diving in, licking your pussy like a man gone mad.
With all the force he’s using as he eats you out, you finally start stirring.
Joel feels your thighs tighten around his head, but he doesn’t stop. He knows you want this just as much as he does.
“Joel…? That you…?”
He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have to. There’s only one person in the whole world who would break into your trailer in the middle of the night to eat you out. Obviously, it’s him.
He pulls your clit between his teeth and sucks.
“Oh…” you moan. You’re conscious, but barely awake. Your body still feels heavy; it’s probably the Benadryl, you think.
You don’t know how long he’s been between your legs, but it must be long enough to reach climax, because that’s where you’re headed.
“I’m gonna–”
“Good girl,” he rasps between licks. “Come on my face, darlin’. Want you to soak me one last time. Come on, let me wear my favorite lip gloss.”
You come with a giggle.
A fucking giggle.
‘Let me wear my favorite lip gloss.’
Joel cleans you up, and as his head rises, you see his chin, his beard, and, yes, his lips, are covered in your shine.
“Looking real pretty, Miller,” you whisper, your chest rapidly rising and falling.
“Your lips are lookin’ a little dull, sunshine. Lemme help,” he says before leaning down and crashing his lips against yours.
You taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue: sweet and a little tangy.
He moans into the kiss and pulls away with a sigh.
“Still sleepy?” he murmurs as he brings his hands up to play with your tits.
You lazily nod your head and look up at him through heavy eyes. “Mm. Gonna wake me up?”
Joel smirks so wide you think his lips might bust open.
“You can bet your pretty little ass I am.”
With that, Joel sits back on his knees and takes hold of your ankles, pulling you toward him. He gets you situated on his lap while he sits in the middle of your bed.
Before you know it, he’s feeding his cock into your cunt, and he’s just as quickly buried to the hilt.
“Jesus, Joel!” you shout, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, while your eyes practically bug out of your head.
“What?” he murmurs softly. “What, ya can’t handle it?”
You glare at him and tug on the back of his hair.
“Asshole,” you mumble.
Joel smiles, and he lets out a heavy sigh. Then his hand cracks down on your ass in response to the hair pulling.
“Just be a good girl and let me do what I need to do,” he says, smiling as he speaks.
“What you need to do?” you scoff.
He nods and bites his bottom lip as he tries to fight off his smile.
“Yep. We’ll both be better for it if ya just let me do my thing.”
As he says this, his fingers reach down and start gently rubbing your clit, pulling a soft moan from you, which shuts you right up.
“Mm… Now, there’s my girl,” Joel whispers, sounding almost fond as he starts thrusting up into you from below.
“Ya gonna start fuckin’ suburban dads once you leave this place behind?” he rasps, his lips moving against your ear. “Hm, baby? Gonna start socializin’ at t-ball practices to find some replacement dick?”
You let out a breathy sound between a moan and a gasp, and bring your hand down on his shoulder blade.
“Fuck you, Joel,” you mutter softly.
“What? Am I wrong?” he scoffs. “You like ‘em a little older. Don’t deny it, sweetheart.”
Whether or not he is right is something you’ll admit to later, not when he’s balls deep inside of you, so you shut him up with a kiss so forceful, he falls on his back.
Joel moans and brings his hands down to squeeze your ass.
“Gettin’ sentimental on me, darlin’?” he murmurs against your lips.
You bite his bottom lip in response, so hard that you start to taste something metallic-y.
When you pull back, you see that Joel is grinning, blood between his teeth.
You’re a little surprised at yourself, at how aggressive you’re being, and also how much you like the sight of Joel with blood-stained teeth, as well as being the reason for it.
“Joel, I–”
“You kinky slut,” he laughs.
“No, I didn’t mean to,” you try to explain, and he starts thrusting into you again.
“Sure,” he scoffs.
“I didn’t!”
“Okay,” he says, smirking like he’s doing you a favor by acquiescing.
Your eyes practically bug out of your head, and before you can think of another response, he’s pulling out of you and switching positions.
He twists your body around until your back is flush with his chest. It’s a bit of a struggle, but he gets inside of you again, and it all happens so fast, you think you might get whiplash.
Joel keeps his hands on your pelvis and starts thrusting hard.
“Joel!”
“Oh, hush. It feels good; don’t fight it, darlin’,” he mumbles.
“You’re the worst,” you moan, clenching down around him.
“Honey, I know for a fact I’m hittin’ your g-spot with this angle, and you’re sayin’ I’m the worst?” he scoffs. “Please. Least make it so your insults are true.”
Joel brings one hand up to start pawing at your breast, kneading and groping and rubbing the flesh, and you swear you might wake up the entire trailer park with how loud you’re moaning.
He almost covers your mouth, but thinks better of it. Why hide the fact he’s fucking you within an inch of your life?
“You’re gonna miss this. Sure, you’ll have an actual front porch, fuckin’ hardwood floors, and a full-size bathtub, but this?” he grunts, emphasizing the last word with a particularly aggressive thrust. “Aw, baby. You can’t get this in the ‘burbs.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage,” you mutter through gritted teeth.
At that, Joel rolls the two of you over, now pressing your body between his and the mattress.
“I don’t think that’s right, darlin’,” he whispers in your ear, almost tauntingly. “I think this past year, I’ve gotten you hooked on me, my cock, the way I fuck, the way I talk… I think whatever limp dick you manage to bag in the city ain’t gonna hold a candle to me.”
He slips his hand between your body and the mattress and starts rubbing your clit at a pace that can only mean he wants you to come, even if he has to force it.
Joel lowers his head so that his lips brush against your ear as he speaks in a low, raspy voice.
“You’re addicted, baby,” he whispers as he presses harder against your clit.
You whimper, muffling the sound by pressing your face into the mattress while your cunt spasms around him.
“Oh, that made you come, honey?” he teases, his tone mocking. “My pervy, nasty, dirty mouth made you come?”
You can only whimper in response as you try to compose yourself. Meanwhile, Joel’s thrusts start picking up, and then you remember he’s not wearing a condom.
“Joel… Joel, you have to pull out,” you murmur.
Joel kisses your temple. “If I pull out, how else will I give you somethin’ to remember me by?”
Shit.
You’re speechless, unable to react as Joel keeps thrusting in and out of your slick cunt until he spills rope after rope, spurt after spurt of his cum inside of you, grunting above you.
“Yeah, you just take it, baby. Take all o’ me. Grow me a cute kid,” he rambles as his cock delivers the last spurt of his cum. “Gonna give ya a cute baby belly to match my beer belly.”
You’re stunned; you can’t believe he actually did that. He seriously came inside of you.
“Joel–”
You jerk around just a little bit underneath him, but he doesn’t budge.
“Shh, baby. Just go back to sleep. You need your rest for the big movin’ day tomorrow,” he murmurs in your ear, his hand gently petting your hair.
Somehow, you do manage to fall back asleep, and when you wake up, the bed is empty.
As you get up, your legs and pussy sore from the previous night’s activities, which are the only reason you remember it was real and not a dream, you head to the kitchen to see if you have any food to eat for breakfast. On your kitchen counter is a box of the morning-after pill, and next to it is a note that reads:
Hope last night lived up to your fantasy, pervy girl. Wake me up at noon, and we can get started on moving day.
P.S. I’m proud of you. You did good, and you deserve this.
P.S.S. Apparently, you have a spit kink.
-Joel
Joel Miller is a pervert. He slaps your ass every time you walk by him, booty-calls you at 2:00 in the morning, and shouldn’t be trusted to speak in the presence of pearl-clutchers.
He is a nasty, slimy guy.
He is a big dick with big feelings…for you.
Tonight, after he helps you get moved into your new house, you will ask that he help you christen all the rooms, and as a reward for his help, you will slip him a spare key to your new house.
