Summary: Joel has a jealous outburst after seeing you with someone else at the Christmas party in Jackson.
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader.
Note: christmas has already passed, i know i’m late. but i got carried away writing this story, i liked joel so much that i plan to make a series... what do you think? anyway, I'd like to explain my absence (in case anyone has noticed that i haven't been posting as frequently). i had personal problems and wasn't able to write, but I'm slowly getting back to it. and i haven't forgotten about the requests, i’m already working on them. i hope you enjoy the story, i'll make a second part for the new year ☺️ i wish you a merry christmas and happy holidays! 🎄
Warnings: +18 content: spit in mouth; cum; creampie; alcohol consumption; possessiveness; jealousy.
Tags: bf!joel!; smut; possessive!joel; jealous!joel; christmas.
The Jackson community hall was warm with laughter, celebration, and human warmth, in stark contrast to the intense snowstorm raging outside. Lights glowed everywhere, stretching from one post to another, while children played, throwing snowballs at each other. Joel had to dodge as he crossed the street, shooting a reprimanding look at a small boy bundled up inside an oversized coat, complete with gloves, a beanie, and a knitted scarf patterned with reindeer.
“Hey, be careful with that.”
“Sorry, Mr. Miller,” the boy missing a tooth said softly, backing away.
Joel merely sidestepped and kept walking, hearing the group of children whispering behind him. With firm steps, he pushed open the hall doors, drawing little attention to his arrival. A few familiar faces, already-known voices, nothing too different. The atmosphere was unmistakably Christmas: most families gathered together, plenty of music and dancing.
His eyes were taken by the orange glow of the lights, his nose by the smell of food, and his heart by the presence of the most beautiful thing in Jackson.
You were dressed in a simple burgundy sweater, jeans, and ankle boots. Your hair was more neatly done than usual, and a red lipstick highlighted your lips, stretched wide in a smile framed by dimples. Joel felt his heart ache in a way it hadn’t for days.
Ellie was laughing with you, seeming to tell some story as she gestured exaggeratedly. Maybe Joel had stayed in the same spot for too long, his gaze fixed, until he felt a firm hand touch his shoulder.
Joel turned, finding Tommy.
“You came,” his smile was surprised. It was rare to see his older brother at parties.
“The carvings were boring me.”
“Were they? Or did a certain curiosity bring you here?” Tommy raised an eyebrow, nodding his chin toward where you were standing.
Joel sighed, circling around his brother to sit at the table Tommy was at, pulling a bottle of whiskey closer to pour himself a drink.
“Me. I’m the problem,” Joel muttered, lifting the drink to his lips.
Tommy sat across from his bad-tempered brother. His eyes drifted back to you on the other side of the hall.
Joel didn’t bother paying attention to more than one of Tommy’s lectures, the same ones he always gave, always trying to comfort him and take him in whenever the two of you fought. Tommy rooted for you more than anyone else.
Ever since you had come into Joel’s life, he’d noticed how much his brother had changed. Joel had become less withdrawn; the dark haze that used to hang over him had lifted, giving way to sunlight. His expression had softened, smiles came more often, his voice was calmer, his gestures gentler, his actions more empathetic. You had brought out the best in Joel. He was, without a doubt, a better man with you.
And the time you spent apart proved it. No one could stand being around the grumpy man he became again. Not that he had ever stopped being one but when he was with you, he apologized for every rough edge, because he knew how much you hated that side of him.
You were the complete opposite of Joel: fun, warm, kind, every quality that made you loved by everyone in Jackson. Children adored you, older women praised you, and the men… well, the men were far too friendly.
Joel’s gaze drifted back to you. The way those men looked at you was more than he could handle. You were too focused on your conversation with Ellie to notice the group of guys watching you, drinking and probably commenting on how beautiful you looked.
“You need to calm down,” Tommy’s voice cut in like a warning.
“With those guys looking at her like that?”
“They’re just looking, Joel.”
“You wouldn’t like it if it were Maria.”
“Maria is my wife.” The reminder made Joel look back at him. His fingers tightened around the whiskey glass before he downed it in a single gulp.
Tommy was right. You weren’t anything anymore. Not now.
A month ago, you had both broken up in the most painful way possible, shouting, insults, and words that could never be taken back. When you ran into each other around Jackson, only a dry greeting was exchanged, nothing more. He watched you during community meetings, went as far as your house only to turn back before knocking, lacking the courage to get close again. The distance was becoming unbearable, the longing, the absence of your kisses and hugs, of falling asleep with the scent of your hair.
For a month, nothing more than a “hi” or “are you okay?” had been shared. You gave no opening, and he didn’t have the courage to push a conversation that only ever happened in public and was usually interrupted.
Joel didn’t know what you’d been doing beyond patrols and meetings in Jackson. So he went to his younger brother’s house under the excuse of visiting, trying to gather information about you from Maria. You knew he would do that eventually, so you had asked your best friend not to tell him anything about your life.
So it was through Ellie that Joel found out about everything. One day, after days of suspicion, he went into the girl’s room and forced her to tell him the whole truth. You and Jesse. But Ellie worshipped you even more than Maria did; she adored the ground you walked on and wanted, more than anything, for the two of you to get back together.
Joel swore that if she were lying, he would kill the boy with his bare hands.
“It’s unbelievable that the moment we step away, those guys start hitting on her.”
“Because she’s a single woman.”
“Everyone here knows about us.”
“They don’t owe you anything, Joel.”
“Respect was the least I expected, because she’s my girl, Tommy.” He slammed the glass down hard on the wooden table after another gulp of whiskey.
The younger brother sighed and almost rolled his eyes, watching as Joel twisted his lips to the side. His nostrils flared as his grip around the glass tightened more and more, his fingers turning white.
“Joel…” he called, then shifted his gaze to the same spot where you were dancing with Jesse.
“That kid…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He stood up in a sudden, violent motion, the chair he’d been sitting on crashing to the floor behind him. He marched across the hall with heavy steps, pushing past the couples dancing, barely giving Tommy time to catch up and stop a disaster.
Jesse leaned in and whispered something in your ear, making you laugh, until his body was shoved violently to the ground.
“Stay away from my girl!” Joel shouts, drawing every gaze in the room.
The music cuts off, and everyone stops dancing at the same instant. You stare at the scene in disbelief, your eyes shifting between Jesse and Joel.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” is your first reaction. Before Joel can lunge toward the guy, you step in front of him. Joel is so furious he’s snorting like a bull.
“Stay away from my girl, you hear me?!” He points at the boy with disdain as he props himself up on his elbows to get up.
“I’m talking to you!” you narrow your eyes.
Joel finally looks at you. His gaze softens, like the passing of a season — winter giving way to spring.
Up close, you’re even more beautiful. Your lashes perfectly set, your lips highlighted in red. Your scent reaches Joel’s nostrils after so long, and for a moment he almost forgets his own thoughts.
“I…” his heart is still pounding with adrenaline, but now, looking into your eyes, it’s like a bucket of cold water settles his nerves.
“Just look at the scene you’re making” your voice is more controlled now.
“I just… he had his hands on you!”
“And what do you have to do with that?!” your tone sharpens again.
Joel blinks a few times before saying your name.
“Joel, listen” you raise a hand, cutting him off. “I’m not your girl.”
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He looks down at his feet for a second, then glances around.
Every blinking eye was fixed on the scene he had just created in a fit of jealousy.
“You’re not mine anymore.”
The loose phrases echoed in his mind.
You stare at each other. The way Joel’s brown eyes shine with guilt and resentment almost makes your resolve waver. You can’t stand to see him look at you like that, and you know it does the same to him. A look of guilt, resentment, pain, and above all, longing. And for that reason, he’s the first to break eye contact, because it hurts too much to see what the two of you had become.
Joel looks around, lost. The most conscious decision he can make is to turn on his heels and leave the hall with firm steps. The cold outside hits him like a sharp blade, but he doesn’t care, because nothing compares to the chill of his recent actions. He keeps walking, without looking back or to either side, ignoring any greeting from anyone who crosses his path.
Jumbled thoughts torment him for hours that Christmas night.
It was almost 1 a.m. Joel tossed and turned in the sheets, having not slept at all. By then, the Christmas party must have ended hours ago. He got up, unable to bear the words lodged in his throat, got dressed, grabbed the package from the nightstand, and walked out the door without needing to think about the path he’d walked so many times over the past months.
His heart sped up like it always did, anticipation mixed with nerves. He knocked on the door. Once. Twice. He gave up before knocking a third time. But just as he turned to leave, he saw the doorknob turn. Your figure appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a robe, pulling the fabric closer as the icy air from the snow hit you.
You didn’t look the least bit surprised to see him there. And he knew you’d been expecting it, you knew the old man better than you knew yourself.
“Hey” Joel murmured, shifting his gaze between you and his boots dusted white.
“I knew you’d come.” Your expression was unreadable.
He bit the corner of his lip, then remembered what he was holding.
“I brought this for you.” He held out the package.
You hesitated before taking the gift.
“I wanted to give it to you early this morning, but I guess you weren’t home…”
“Yeah, I wasn’t” you said flatly, eyes fixed on the present.
Joel nodded and, sensing your indifference, decided to give you space. It was too late to talk, he didn’t want to fight again, especially after having already ruined your Christmas.
“Alright… I should get going…”
“Joel” you call before he can turn his back. “Do you want to come in?”
He furrows his brows and studies your features, trying to find traces of anything. You look calm, not as if you want to continue the argument from earlier.
“You want me to come in?”
“I don’t want to fight” you say quickly. “I’m too tired for that.”
He nods, feeling the weight settle on his shoulders as he takes in your state, blaming himself for all the pain you didn’t need to put into words to show how much you were hurting.
“I don’t think I’m the best company,” Joel swallows hard. “I only came because… I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without…” The words trail off into the air.
Joel looks back down at his boots. He twists his lips and rests his hands on his hips, in that very Joel way of his.
You sigh and step aside in the doorway.
“It’s cold. You’ll catch a cold.”
You close the door behind you as he steps inside your house for the first time in a long while. He looks around, everything so small and delicate, the furniture he’d made himself, the Christmas tree, the kitten he’d rescued for you asleep on the armchair in the corner of the living room. The familiar scent of the place, of your things, of you.
And there you were, standing in front of him, wrapped in that soft robe with part of your neck exposed. You notice his gaze, and he feels the sudden change in the light of your eyes anticipation and waiting. A clear message he needed.
Without hesitating, he closes the distance between you and presses his lips to yours, his hand fitting into the back of your neck. Instinctively, you wrap your hands around his neck as his tongue meets yours, lips tangling, noses brushing against each other.
You let out a soft moan, not of excitement, but of relief for something your body had been missing. Tears brushed against your cheeks. Joel pulled back just slightly, only to check on you.
You nodded quickly to confirm.
“Just let me enjoy this” you pulled him again by the coat, almost jumping into his neck on your tiptoes. He pressed you against the wall, helping the momentum to lift you to his height. Kisses and hands moving down, you turned your neck the other way, giving him access as the hem of your robe was pushed aside. The cold hand found the skin of your lower belly, hurrying to reach the edge of your panties.
He murmured something inaudible as he kissed your neck languidly.
“I need more than this” you said breathlessly. He understood instantly, scooping you up and crossing the room toward the sofa. Your fingers trembled as you untied the robe, leaving only your bra and panties. Joel tossed his coat aside and unbuttoned his shirt. Leaning back against the sofa, his chest rose and fell with anticipation as he revealed his slightly undefined chest, marked by a small belly he hated but you found extremely attractive.
He pulls off his pants, followed by his boxers, revealing the hard erection already dripping.
“This isn’t fair” he murmurs, and you smile, arching your back so he can take off your bra. He almost chokes on his own saliva at the sight of your small yet full breasts, the perfect size for his mouth.
Joel leans over your chest and devours them with the longing they had missed from their owner’s mouth. His breathing falters, your skin burning in contrast to the cold you felt just minutes ago. His fingers grip the flesh firmly, making sure nothing escapes his touch, allowing his tongue to explore every inch.
His eyes, previously closed in concentration, open just to look at you. Joel’s mischievous gaze intensifies the ache between your legs. He seems to read your thoughts and then checks your state below, feeling the wetness of your panties.
He breaks the suction on your breast with a lewd smack, saliva dripping from his lower lip. He notices your hungry gaze and brushes aside the strands of hair that fell across your face.
You nod eagerly, opening your mouth so he can pour his own saliva into it, kissing you right after. Your arms pull him closer, helping him slide your panties down your legs as they wrap around his torso. You grip his face firmly, just the way he likes it, looking straight into his eyes so he can see your expression as he slowly slides his cock into your pussy.
He finally pushes in, making you part your lips a little more and furrow your brows in response.
His arms brace around your head, helping you drive your hips. Your torso presses against the couch as Joel’s low grunt resonates when he fills you completely to the very limit of your cavity. He leans enough to meet your lips with his, sliding his penis to the edge, starting slow, steady, and precise thrusts. Your moans echo softly against his mouth, mixed with the crackling of the fire just behind you. The flickering flames cast shadows, illuminating only the older man’s abdomen, showing his age spots and the trail of hair from his navel down to his member.
His tongue glides slowly over yours, the kiss breaking only when the pleasure makes it impossible to coordinate both movements. Joel pulls back, panting against your mouth, his trembling, desperate hand gripping your thigh, lifting it to penetrate deeper. He returns, thrusting deeper, your instinctive cry escaping as your fingers clutch his biceps. Joel smiles, satisfied by how your body responds to him.
“Joel” you call teasingly.
His eyes light up at your plea, pressing his fingers harder against your thigh while his other hand strokes your temple before kissing you. You feel the weight of his body, the heat of your shared contact, the sweat rolling off you fueled by the fire’s warmth. Joel kisses you with hunger, a desperation born from months of longing. He needed this—to bury himself inside you and savor your sweet moans. His cock slides effortlessly as you become overstimulated, locking your legs around his waist and clenching in response.
“Baby” he growls against your mouth. You ease the contraction of your pussy walls. He moves and you repeat, making him squeeze his eyes shut. “Damn, stop that or I won’t last.”
You laugh softly and tug at his curls, kissing him. Lips and tongue tangle in a wet mess, interrupted only by moans. He buries his mouth deeply, almost swallowing yours, and you break the kiss, pulling his lower lip with your teeth. His eyes darken as he pulls back, flipping his body forcefully and repositioning against your wet entrance. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass, pounding brutally into your pussy. The force jolts your body, almost knocking you off the couch.
Joel grips your hips tightly, resuming his thrusts, drawing screams you can’t control.
Your ass slaps hard against his pelvis, the obscene sound filling the room. The friction sends a shiver through your lower belly, building with every thrust until it accumulates into an overflowing wave of sensation.
“J-Joel” your voice squeaks. He needs no more, pressing harder against your back, pounding deep into your womb. You whimper, on the edge and too weak to stay on all fours. That same sensation builds, blooms, and explodes in a thousand sparks throughout your body, spilling beyond your insides and out through your vocal cords. Shivers ripple through you, and Joel has to hold you tight to keep you from falling.
He pulls you close, gripping your waist while firmly cupping your breast with the other hand. His lips find yours again in a clumsy, desperate kiss, matching the rhythm of his hips driving into your ass.
Your eyes feel heavy with exhaustion. He holds you firmly, driving deeper thrusts, the last one breaking with the force of your orgasm, making your man cry out against your ear. He stays buried inside you, spilling himself completely, filling you physically and emotionally.
Joel moans your name like a devotion.
The movements cease, giving way to an indescribable relaxation. He presses his aquiline nose against your ear, leaving a gentle bite. His breath on your neck is as hot as the steam from the fire in the hearth.
Joel slowly pulls out of you, letting you lie back on the couch. When your body meets the cushions, his cum resurfaces, sliding down your thighs. The heavy breathing feels strange after the absence of loud moans just moments ago. Joel’s eyes sweep over you, sweaty skin, long hair plastered against your back, not much different from the state of the curls on his own forehead now. His sweet smile appears as he moves closer, initiating a gentle kiss that seals the intimate moment you both shared.
You smile back when he breaks the kiss, sending a different kind of pleasure through him. Seeing you smile is like another orgasm for him. The calloused fingers of the older man stroke your cheek with a loving gaze.
“You complete me” he murmurs, his voice hoarse.
You smile and place a kiss on the palm that had been caressing you.
“Don’t run from me anymore,” he rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.
“I won’t” you whisper back.
“I want you” he opens his eyes, staring at you intently. “Always.”
“It’s Christmas. Let’s not think about anything else right now.”
“Okay” you agree with a small smile.
He smiles beautifully and presses a long, lingering kiss on your lips, moving off you for a brief moment. You furrow your brow as you see him patting around on the floor for something, then he returns holding the package he had arrived with.
“Before it’s too late” his smile proud, “Merry Christmas.”
You smile and take the package.
“Open it and see” a dimple forming on his cheek.
You sigh as your fingers work to undo the wrapping paper. His eyes follow your reaction eagerly, like a child.
Your jaw drops slowly. You look at him and at it, processing the information.
“Joel” you can’t believe it. “How did you get this?”
“I had to trade some very valuable things for it,” he remarks thoughtfully.
“Oh, God” you smile in disbelief. “You… didn’t give up anything important, did you?”
“Nothing is more important to me than seeing you happy” his words bring a wide, ear-to-ear grin to your face.
“This is…” you examine the camera, turning it in your hands, “This is more than I could have imagined.”
“You once told me you wanted to record our moments.”
“That was so long ago… you didn’t forget.”
“How could I?” he smiled.
You smile and caress his face, remembering you had also prepared something for him.
“I have something for you too,” you said, freeing yourself from his body and crossing the room, picking up a package the size of your fingers from the top of a pile of books on the shelf. Joel is still smiling, almost losing some of his composure as he takes in your beautiful nude body in front of him.
“I wish it could have been better,” you said as you sat back down in front of him, extending the present.
“Hm, what’s this?” he looked suspicious, pulling the paper over the tiny gift.
“Something you couldn’t even imagine.”
And you were right. His eyes widen in an expression of utter surprise. Joel hums your name and you laugh.
A wooden pick with your initials engraved on it.
“I made it!” you answer proudly.
“I spied on you for a few weeks and stole some tools,” you shrug, and he bursts out laughing, the sound sending a small pang to your heart.
“You’re impossible” he shakes his head.
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