Something new
KINKMAS DAY 2, HAIR PULLING
summary: During an argument with Joel you pull his hair, he finds out something new about himself
word count: 1.2k
ao3
warnings: enemies to fucking, unprotected p in a, bottom joel, hate fucking, degrading, slight dubcon, dom sub undertones in some parts, no lube, aftercare
a/n: i am so sorry this is so delayed, i had an event and i had exams all this week. i’m gonna try to write one to two fics a day, but this might also extend past xmas. also carl writing aftercare? is this a rare moment in history???
masterlist ,, kinkmas masterlist
You and and Joel never truly got along, ever since he’d arrived in Jackson you couldn’t stand him. He always seemed to be too full of himself but didn’t seem to care for himself at the same time. It didn’t help that he was Tommy’s brother. While you had to work to be able to be recognized by everyone in Jackson, Joel got it all handed to him. You hated him. Joel caught on to how you acted towards him, he wasn’t blind. He didn’t know why you hated him, but he wasn’t going out of his way to care about you.
There had been fights, you two lived right beside eachother, it was bound to happen. Tonight you had been reorganizing your living room, something you did occasionally, kept you busy. Only the thumping of your furniture kept Joel awake when he had work the next morning. The cold was enough to piss him off, only now you were making a ruckus too. He stepped into his jeans and threw a jacket on, making his way to your place.
Joel’s fist slammed against your door, the knob rattling. Once you opened the door Joel shoved you aside, stepping into your living room. He slammed your door shut behind himself “What the hell’re you doin’? It’s damn near midnight, I’ve got work tomorrow and you’re fuckin’ moving shit around” He waved his hands around towards your messy living room. You scoffed, shaking your head “It’s not my fault you can’t sleep through some furniture moving” Joel got in your face, finger poking your sternum “You’re makin’ a damn ruckus when I’m tryin’ to sleep before I go work and do something for this town—unlike some people”
You huffed a laugh, grabbing a fistful of Joel’s hair and pulling his head back “You don’t know shit about me” Joel tensed as your fingers curled in his hair, his mind going blank as he stared at you. He subconsciously tried to pull away from your hand, but you pulled back. The more his hair was pulled, the more he’d ache “I ain’t need to know nothin’ about ya” He mumbled out, voice shaking. You stared at him confused, raising a brow with a laugh “You flustered cowboy? The hell is wrong with you” You pulled his hair again, this time earning a quiet guttural moan from Joel. Your eyes widened, letting go of his hair.
Joel shook his head “Ain’t sure what you’re talkin’ about” You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. He shook his head again, stumbling back into your couch. Your eyes wandered over him, then down to the tent in his jeans “Well damn” you huffed a laugh “You fucking freak. You liked that” Joel’s face was flushed, eyes dark as he stared down at the floor “I ain’t like nothin’” You crawled atop Joel’s lap, knees straddling his thighs, your hand finding its way back to his hair and pulling his head back. “If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked nicely. I don’t bite” A groan came from Joel as you ground against his lap “unless you want me to, but that costs extra”
Joel whined as you got out of his lap and let go of his hair, unbluckling your belt and then your jeans “Knees” you barked out. And he obeyed. Joel sat with his knees on the floor in front of you, biting his lip as he watched you get your cock out of your boxers and stroke it. You pressed the tip against his lips, smirking as you stared down at him “Ahhh..” You watched as he opened his mouth at your command, licking the underside of your dick.
As Joel sucked you off, your fingers gripped his curls loosely. As he bobbed his head he did the work himself, your fingers pulling his hair when he moved. His moans vibrated against your cock, pants escaping your lips. Joel stared up with wet brown eyes, silently gazing—just watching as he pleased you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, nails digging into the skin as he continued sucking you off. Joel’s moans against your cock sent flashes of heat through your stomach, you leaned over him, panting your own moans. “Fuck Joel…-“
When you felt yourself leaking against Joel’s tongue you pulled him off by his hair, a desperate whine coming from him. You slumped onto the couch, patting your lap for him. He kicked off his own shoes and jeans, climbing into your lap “You just waltz around without any boxers? Filthy man” You snickered, kissing against the older mans sternum. He whined, pushing your head away and kissing you gently. You rubbed your cock, coating your fingers in your pre-cum before moving them to Joel’s hole.
Your fingers slid into Joel’s hole, desperate whines filling your mouth as you kissed. He gasped for air between your lips as you curled your fingers, brushing against his prostate. His knees dug into the couch as he ground against your hand, desperate for more. He had a slight dribble going down his chin as his mouth was open, moaning. You couldn’t do it anymore. You pulled your fingers out, kissing Joel to shut him up, then forced your way into his hole. He let out a shuddered cry, not something even your kiss could silence.
You two sat together, your fingers gently massaging Joel’s scalp as he adjusted. Finally, he nodded and started moving. As Joel moved on your cock you intertwined your fingers in his hair, tugging at the curls slightly everytime he moved. Joel’s hand went to his cock, his needy desperate moans filling the room as he rode you. He let out a trail of useless cusses—mainly fuck— yet still kept going without any hesitation. He felt as his pre-cum dripped against your chest, a weak laugh as he realized.
When you felt the stickiness against your chest you irked, pulling Joel’s hair back tightly, his head following. It didn’t help. Joel moaned, arching against the touch. “Oh my god- Fucckk..” He pleaded with his words. For what? He didn’t know, he didn’t need to know. You knew what he needed.
As Joel felt himself grow closer, overstimulated by how you pulled his curls and how he touched himself while fucking himself on your cock, he whined desperately. He had found his prostate with your cock, sex drunk eyes as he kept hitting the same spot. He fought back against your hand, the tug against his hair sending him over the edge. He let go of fighting, head tossing back as he finished against your chest. The sight sent you over the edge not soon after him, letting him ride you as he rode out his high.
When you both finally calmed down he got off you, slumping onto your couch. He watched as you opened your mouth, but before any words came out he spoke “I ain’t wanna hear you say nothin’” You laughed and nodded, getting up and heading to the kitchen. You grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water, even thought it took a moment due to the cold-front. Joel was half asleep when you got back to the living room. Your hands worked gently over his skin with the cloth, kissing him lightly as you cleaned him. You helped him into his boxers and took him to the guest bedroom you never used. As you two laid together in bed, your nails gently scratching Joel’s scalp, you realized why everyone Jackson liked him so much. And nobody else would find out why you now liked him so much.











