Wanna See a Card Trick?
Grandpa!Joel x f!reader
Story/Warnings: It’s game night with Joel. (W): bad card playing. Oblivious!reader? Reader has a bush :D. No age specified for reader. Established relationship. Nipple sucking, fingering, f!oral from behind briefly, sex from behind,. Joel cums on readers back. Bit of dirty talk. No description of reader other than she has a bum, pussy and boobs. Header is just for aesthetic :)
All that was needed for this scene was the fuckin western music you hear in those old cowboy movies-that Joel always insists we watch. Joels staring into your eyes, youre staring right back-small smirk on your face. The kitchen lights were dim, the table full of poker chips, pretzels and cigarette butts. Joel gulps his whiskey down in one go.
“Cmon, Oldman-I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You cock up your brow-still smirking. You’ve got him right where you want him… “ya gonna show me or what?”
Joel adjusts himself in the chair, rolling his shoulders, reaaaally thinking as he narrows his eyes. “nah I fold.”
“Wow, the big, mighty Joel miller is folding-never thought I’d see the day…cmon then-shirt off” you demand sitting there in your pink panties and bra-not one ounce of shame cause he finally fucking lost! “I’m SO glad we didn’t go for a drinking game-I’d be fuckin gone by now.” It’s what Joel was counting on, you’re shit at playing cards so he knew you’d be naked soon enough. “I honestly don’t know why I play.” You carry on while Joel takes off his shirt. “But we have fun though, huh?”
“We sure do, baby.”
You’ve always been a daft one, head in the clouds, a day dreamer, it’s what he loves about you. There’s never a dull moment and you always pull a surprising laugh outta Joel every so often.
Like yesterday, you and him were in the kitchen, you were doing the dishes, he was messing with a guitar string… “I think we should go and see Tommy an them tomorrow-promised benji I’d make him a den.” You were silent, he watched you bob your head left and right like you were looking for something outside… “baby?”
“Who’s at the bottom of the garden? I dont see anyone.”
Joel pinched his brows at you like, what?! “Baby, I said I’m making benji a den.”
“Ooooh I thought you said someone’s at the bottom of the garden.” You laugh out, bewildered by yourself. Then you jump when a massive roar of a laugh comes from behind you.
“Baby—,” Joel’s laughing out loud, rubbing his eyes, “oh baby—you’re just precious aren’t ya?”
Yeah, never a dull moment.
“Another game?” You ask all hopeful, “I need to get better.”
Joel looks you over, well looks at your boobs and crotch…. “Sure. Let’s get you nak-better.” He corrects himself quickly. “What was that?” You pause for his answer. “Nothin, darlin. Anyway, I thought you were showing me a card trick.”
“I will, let’s just play first.”
“Whatever the lady wants” he was ready to destroy you.
After a few more games…“Can I wrap myself in a blanket and just-keep it open?” You ask hugging your now naked body, you didn’t get better at playing cards, sadly. “Nope, ya gotta stay like that” Joel fans his collar, teasing you, “god alllll these clothes are making me so hot.”
“Well take them off then.” You say SO sourly deadpanned.
He stands and comes to kneel next to you, “aw baby, it’s ok that you can’t play good. You’ll learn. Cmon, how about you show me your card trick.”
“Nah I’ll show you later”, you pout.
Joel starts to tip toe his fingers up your thigh, “ah don’t be a sour puss. Didn’t take you for a sore loser, baby.” He starts to lightly twirl your pubic hair with his fingertips, sliding his middle finger to your clit and strokes it repeatedly. “Joel-,” It sounds like a plea to him, he’s only happy to oblige his woman by sliding his finger to your clenching hole and pushing it through along with his pointer finger. You gasp at the intrusion, gripping the sides of the chair as your hips jerk up. “Joel-pl-please.”
He kneels up and latches his mouth to your nipple, swirling his tongue around, massaging it torturously. “What, baby, tell me what ya want?”
“You” you whispered out breathless, dipping your head back-only to get whiplash as Joel pulls off your nipple with a pop and pulls you up from the chair. “Cock or mouth, sweetheart?”
“Both” you smirk out, “if I can be a little bit greedy.”
Joel spins you around bending you over the table, spreading your feet apart with his. He spreads your ass cheeks, teasing your pussy, then his mouth is there, flicking over your sensitive bud, making your hips jerk against the table, the numbing pain dissolving as you’re reaching that high and Joel knows it. “All ready f’me, baby m’bout to explode here-fuck.” You can hear him pant as he unbuckles his belt, moving his jeans down, “stay right there, baby.” He’s pressing a hand down on your back as he lines his cock to your pulsing hole and thrusts up, you grip tight of the table-he bottoms out, then does tiny ruts, stabbing his cock at your cervix that it makes you yelp out again and again, gripping the table tighter.
He leans over you, pressing his weight down, giving you no choice but to take it, the pleasure shadowing the pain of his ruts, your hips are gonna be bruised the pain becoming numb that your lost in your own headspace. You can hear Joel mumbling into your ear, “just-gonna-take-it, aren’t ya , baby?” All the shit on the table rocks as Joel quickens his pace, growling into your ear then bites down on your shoulder making you cry out.
“Poor, baby I’m sorry.” No he fucking isn’t. His hand slithers to your pussy, circling your clit, getting you there with him. “Jesus Christ, baby-fuckin chokin me here.” You clench around his cock, screaming into the table and your high vibrates through your body; white vision, high pitch noise, hot to the touch-muffled talk in your ear. “Good girl.” Joel follows, pulling out, spraying your ass and back with his cum, “god-damn!” the warm liquid drips off your sides and lands on the table. The rooms filled with your wispy panting, “fuck Joel -fuck me.”
You push yourself up from the table, your skin practically peeling off, Joel’s hands are on your hips moving up your back, “you okay, baby?” You’re all stiff and sore as you turn to face him, “I’m all good-hip bones hurt like a motherfucker. I’ll need a walking stick before you.” He pulls you against his chest, regretting it immediately when he feels the cum on your back and butt. “Ah shit.”
You laugh into his chest, “it’s what ya get for coming on me instead of in me, Oldman.”
He slaps your bum, again instantly regretting it, “god-damn it” he laughs out, “let me get a towel” He toddles off and there you stand waiting-naked, cum dripping down your ass. “Yeah I’ll just wait here then.” Joel comes back, dick-out-softly swinging and asks you to turn around, you raise your brows, “okay, but don’t get any ideas, Miller-I’m pretty much spent here.” He twirls his finger for you to turn…
“So, did you like my card trick then?”
He pauses wiping right in the crack of your ass, waits a beat, “huh? When?”
You look over your shoulder to a very confused looking Miller. “Before—ya know before we fucked.” You state it like he should be in on the joke.
“Yeeah?”
“I played bad on purpose so we’d fuck. You always give me pity fucks when I lose at anything so—there ya go. That’s my trick.”
“That’s not a trick, that’s-manipulation, sweetheart.”
…You shrug “Still worked.”
a/n: It’s my first one shot, hope we liked it. I wanted to elaborate the strip poker game but I don’t now how to play poker or anything card games for that matter so a shorty fic it is :) Any comments are welcome, was it ok? Reblogs are to die for, thank you if you do-no problem if you don’t. :)
take care everyone!