celebrating the return of baseball, I have one Joel fic and one upcoming Bellarke fic based on baseball terms
1.8k || NSFW || former athlete!Joel x fem fan!Reader || age gap, transactional sex, drunk sex, slightly creepy Joel
summary: Joel Miller was a baseball star before the fungal apocalypse. A decade later that fame still helps him as a smuggler. He was a five tool player on the field, someone who excels in all areas. You find he's much the same in the bedroom.
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Joel Miller was your favorite athlete when you were a teenager, before the world went to shit 10 years ago. You had his pictures hanging up in your bedroom. Hell, maybe it’s still there. He was what they called a five tool player. He had it all: batting average, batting power, speed, throwing strength, and fielding skill. And he was easy on the eyes, too. Even after all this time, you recognize him instantly when you see him talking to a man known for selling illegal goods on your way home after your shift. He’s wearing a blue baseball hat, but not the same shade of blue he wore on the Toronto Blue Jays.
He can’t be living around here, you would have noticed him before now. If he’s just passing through, he may never be here again. You’re caught looking and when he slowly looks you up and down, there’s something in his eyes. It’s not the playful glint from the ripped out magazine pages on your bedroom wall, but something darker. He smirks at you but keeps talking to the man. Instead of heading back to your sad apartment, you duck into the bar across the street.
Maybe he saw you go in. You’re not exactly the outgoing or flirty type, making eye contact and then walking into this bar is the boldest act of shooting your shot you’ve ever taken. Really, you just want to meet him. Just seeing him has filled you with a feeling of nostalgia that’s for once not sad and a warmth low in your belly. The years and the apocalypse have only made him more attractive.
You take an open bar stool and when the bartender comes by order one of the cheap watered down beers. Someone slides onto the bar stool next to you.
“I’m Joel Miller,” he says simply with a drawl and a knowing smile.
The roughness of his voice makes you shiver and you know he notices. Your mouth suddenly feels like glue and it takes a moment to unstick. “I know. I was at the game where you won the ALCS. I was a huge fan.”
“Was?” he smirks.
“Am,” you correct quickly. Your cheeks are burning all the way to the tips of your ear.
“Good,” he says, leaning close and grabbing the nearly clear beer the bartender just set down in front of you. “Because there’s no way I can let one of my beloved fans drink garbage like this. Two shots of whisky,” he says as he hands the drink back to the bartender.
You ask about his old teammates and your favorite plays that you remember. You don’t ask about what became of the other players or his family or what he’s been doing. The two of you talk like the apocalypse never happened and he’s just a retired ballplayer. He seems to enjoy the attention and you see the boyish charm you remember from his interviews shining through. By the time you down your third shot, he’s stroking your hand and asking you about your job as a guard and where you’re posted and when your shifts are.
Before you know it, you’re outside the bar and Joel has one arm wrapped around your waist holding you tight to his body. You curse your bulky guard uniform as you imagine fewer and fewer layers between you. His other hand is cupping your cheek while his eyes search your face. He looks truly relaxed for the first time that night. When he kisses you, it’s sweeter and gentler than you expected. Just a peck. And then another. On the third kiss, he opens his mouth and you follow his lead.
He’d said something before you left the bar. Something about needing help tomorrow. “What sort of help do you need?” you ask in a low voice, only slightly slurring your words.
He smiles sadly and seems reluctant to answer. After another kiss, he strokes the hair back from your face. “You don’t have to do anything at all, just need you to not see something.”
Ah, a smuggler, of course. You’re no stranger to this kind of favor. You’ve taken bribes before. Smugglers have been known to beat or even kill guards who refused to help. It wasn’t anything worth dying over to you and you might as well get something out of it.
Joel hasn’t actually offered anything though. You bite your lip. He doesn’t expect you to just give it up for nothing, does he? Well… you might, if he keeps looking at you like that through half-lidded eyes.
He leans in close until his lips are just barely brushing your ears. “Maybe I can do something for you tonight, hmm?”
You’ve never hooked up with a stranger before, but there’s no doubt in your mind that that’s because you’ve never met Joel Miller before. “Three,” you say, swaying slightly on your feet.
“Three?” He raises an eyebrow.
You pull his ear down to your own lips and whisper “Make me come three times and I’ll play ball.”
“You drive a hard bargain, little miss.” He smiles into your neck and his hand travels down to grab your ass. “High and tight,” he says approvingly.
===== 1 =====
Once you’re inside your apartment and you’ve locked the door, he pushes you against it. He kisses your neck while stripping your pants and jacket off before lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he doesn’t need directions to find the one bedroom.
He speaks to you in Spanish as he drops you in the bed and discards the rest of your clothes. You only understand about half of it, but his gravelly voice that almost sounds like a growl makes you shiver yet again and your nipples are hard well before you’re naked.
“Do you want this big cock, muñequita? I think you do.”
You reach for him wordlessly and he mumbles filthy promises into your ear. The sound seems to vibrate through your whole body.
===== 2 =====
Joel’s fingers travel all over your body as he sucks a bruise into the crook of your neck. He tugs at your stiff nipples and trails feather-light over your inner thighs and returns again and again to knead your ass.
You squirm underneath him and barely recognize your own voice as you whimper when he finally slips a finger between your legs. You’re soaking wet.
Joel sighs as he works a finger into you. “¿Todo para mí, señorita?”
“Yes, all for you.” You get to work on the buttons of his flannel as he pumps in and out of you.
After you get his shirt off, he enters you again with two of his large fingers. Your breath catches at the stretch. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth and sucks greedily. As he manipulates your other breast with his free hand, you’re surprised to find yourself already building to a climax.
His fingers pump faster and just as he scrapes his teeth over your nipple, you come with a shudder.
===== 3 =====
As you recover, Joel crawls down your body and begins placing wet kisses on your inner thighs. Finally, his tongue traces your seam and he nuzzles into your pussy. You groan and drop your head back. You can feel his fingertips making bruises on your thighs as he laps up your juices.
He uses his fingers to spread you open so he can plunge even deeper. Your hips buck and you play with your nipples while he begins pumping his fingers again. He licks a wide stripe from bottom to top and then latches onto your swollen bud.
It’s not long before you feel your muscles start to tense up. He keeps stroking his fingers against one magical spot and sucking your clit greedily. You fist his hair and arch your hips against his face as your orgasm crashes over you.
===== 4 =====
Joel crawls over your body and kisses you roughly so you can taste your own tangy juices. Panting hard, you raise yourself up on your elbows to watch him take off the rest of his clothes. When he kicks off his pants and boxers, his cock stands hard and thick.
He makes no move toward you, pumping his cock with his hand. “Please, Joel,” you whine, spreading your legs.
He smirks. “You think you’re ready for this, muñequita?” You nod. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I need it,” you pant instantly. “I need you inside of me stretching me open.”
Joel manhandles you into position on your hands and knees like the control artist he is. He strokes his cock while he takes another minute to appreciate your ass and then gives it a swat. You squeak in surprise and he chuckles, it only stings a little. He slaps the other cheek and then massages it.
After dragging his cock through your lips, he notches the head at your entrance. You wiggle your hips impatiently. He pushes in slowly and you can feel every contour of his cock as he goes deep. When he’s fully seated inside of you he goes still, letting you get used to him. He pulls your ass flush against him and you feel him deeper than you thought possible. You shiver when he leans over and kisses between your shoulder blades.
===== 5 =====
Finally, he pulls almost all the way out of you and then snaps his hips. You moan his name and twist the sheets in your fists as he strokes in and out of you. Joel fucks you with slow, deep thrusts at first. You move your hands from the bed to grip the headboard to brace yourself from the power of his thrusts. His teeth scrape over the junction of your neck and shoulder, making you shudder.
He palms your breasts as he pounds into you. When you feel your body start to build towards climax, he throws a changeup and pushes your upper body into the bed and fucks you with faster, short strokes. He grunts and swears in Spanish while high pitched sounds come from you. You come hard clenching down on his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head.
You think you hear Joel say something that sounds like “mine” as he keeps slamming into you with a fistful of hair in his hand. He comes not long after, pulling on your hair and pulsing inside you. Your pussy flutters around him with one last, gentle orgasm.
You both collapse in the bed, spent. After he cleans up his come, he gently wipes the sweat from your face and puts you in a t-shirt from his bag. He gets into bed naked and pulls you into him, spooning you with one hand possessively holding one breast in his hand.
“I might have to stay an extra day, muñequita. This ass is hall of fame,” he murmurs.
Smiling, you look forward to waking up with a Louisville slugger digging into your ass. A five tool player, indeed.
a/n: as usual, thanks to @toxicanonymity for support.
