Whoops, oh Joel... I "accidently" spent some ration cards. Oh no, it looks like you're gonna have spank me. Tehehe. I'll let him spank me anytime. I loved this so so so much. đđ€
Five for Five | Joel x Reader Oneshot
âI ainât stupid.â His tone is heavy now, words grating out of his throat like rusty razor blades. âLast I checked, we had one hundred and two. Thereâs ninety-seven here. Thatâs five missing.â
Summary: It was probably a stupid idea to trade five ration cards for a tiny bottle of perfume, and it's not surprising that Joel is angry, but you think it might just be worth it.
Tags/warnings: fem reader, smut, dubcon, spanking, punishment, dom!Joel, sub!reader, first time, oral (m receiving), fingering, pet names, unprotected p in v, aftercare.
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Forgive me father for I have sinned. This is pure filth. Please mind the tags/warnings.
âWhere are the rest?â
Joelâs voice cuts through you as soon as you step inside the apartment. Itâs late, already dark out, and the dangerous edge to his words makes you jump as you step inside, shoulders aching, feet numb from the long walk back home through the QZ.
âJesus fuck, Joel. What are you doing here?â
He doesnât answer, just holds up his hand and shakes the stack of ration cards that are clutched in his fist. The only light is coming from the wonky reading lamp in the corner and it casts an amber glow over the apartment and Joelâs stern face.
âI said,â his voice is steady, clear, but you can already hear the frustration thatâs buried underneath it, the anger thatâs so quick to rise in him threatening to bubble over, âwhere are the rest?â
âThey should all be there,â you reply, letting your eyes fall down to your boots, toeing them off so that you donât have to look at his face.
âWell, they ainât.â He takes a step toward you, his own boots heavy on the worn linoleum floor. âAnd I wanna know where they are.â
âDid you check under the floor?â
Of course heâs checked under the floor, and of course they arenât there, because last night you took a handful â five, max â and traded them for a tiny bottle of perfume thatâs now stuffed under your mattress. Joel rarely checks the ration cards â he lets you deal with that side of the dodgy business youâve been running together for the last year and a half â so youâd thought you could get away with it. That he wouldnât notice. But this is Joel, and heâs noticed.
âI ainât stupid.â His tone is heavy now, words grating out of his throat like rusty razor blades. âLast I checked, we had one hundred and two. Thereâs ninety-seven here. Thatâs five missing.â
With this last he slams the pile down on the kitchen side next to you, stepping right up into your space so that you feel his breath â hot and tinged with the scent of cheap bourbon â on the side of your face. Youâve seen him angry so many times, but itâs never been directed at you before, and youâre starting to understand why most people avoid his gaze in corridors, why men cross the street when they see him coming.Â
âDid you miscount?â You ask, fighting to keep your voice level, light.
âDid I miscount?â He repeats, slow, each word enunciated like itâs a full sentence on its own, and you realise it was probably the worst thing you could have said.
His fingers are hot on your chin when he grabs it, tilting your reluctant face up, dragging your eyeline to meet his. His face is a sight to behold: eyebrows furrowed, deep groves carved out in the lines that surround them, his jaw tense, a muscle twitching as he grinds his teeth. Thereâs danger in his eyes; a fire behind them that burns as he stares down at you.
âNo, I didnât miscount.â He spits the last word out, eyes tracing the blush thatâs crawling up your throat, the way your eyes dart away from his, the flicker of your pulse â fast, rising â in your throat. The trace of the misdirection, the lie, so obvious.
He can read you like a book, always could. But youâre stubborn. Youâre not giving anything away if you donât have to. Those cards are yours as much as theyâre his, and this one thing youâve allowed yourself in eighteen months is worth the way his fingertips are digging into the sides of your face.
âWhat did you trade âem for?â He asks.
âFuck you.â
He laughs at this, lets your face go and takes a single step back, swings his arm to his side and lets it carry him into a half turn. You slump back against the door, peeling paint sticking uncomfortably to your back. But itâs a short-lived reprieve.
âFuck me?â He repeats, turning back to you. âAfter all Iâve done for you, all the shit Iâve taken for you-â
âI didnât ask you to!â Your voice is shrill compared to his gruff curses, but you continue, adrenaline spiking, âAnd youâve been the cause of at least half of that shit, Joel. Donât make out like youâre some knight in shining armour when we both know the truth!â
The truth: that heâs brutal, feared by almost everyone in the QZ; Â that people only trade with the two of you because of your hard work and negotiation skills. Joelâs good for enforcing things, for smuggling things in and out, and for sending a message when anything goes wrong, but heâs also a broken man whose anger has got him into more than a few scrapes that youâve had to get him out of with nothing more than your sharp tongue and quick thinking.
He lets you rally this outburst at him, doesnât blink in the face of it, until youâve finished. Then heâs striding back to you, slamming the hand holding the cards hard against the door behind you. It makes you flinch away but his other handâs back on your jaw, grip tighter this time, forcing you to look up at him.
âWhere are the rest?â He repeats, brandishing the ration cards so that theyâre inches from your face.
âTheyâre mine as much as theyâre yours.â You say, quietly defiant despite the way your voice shakes.
âYou trade them?â
âWhat does it matter?â
âNuh-uh,â He twists his hand, turns your face away so that youâre forced to look to the side instead of into his face and he can say the next words into your ear. âThis ainât how this works. I ask the questions, you answer âem. Did. You. Trade. Them?â
His face is so close to yours now that you can feel spit landing on your cheek as he speaks, his breath hot in your ear. It shouldnât turn you on, but it does. You can feel yourself getting wet, slick pooling unbidden between your thighs. Itâs hard to ignore a man like Joel, but itâs even harder to get close to him. You donât think heâs ever been so near to you before, not even when youâve tended each otherâs wounds after a run went south.
Youâve always wanted him to; held a secret flame thatâs grown brighter and hotter over the last few months. Thereâs something undeniably attractive about Joel. The way he moves, the quiet confidence he exudes and the brutal, coiled power of him. Youâve watched him set his fist into another manâs jaw and wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his temper, his passion.
Now, with his face so close to yours, his thick fingers digging into your jaw, you feel yourself sinking into it, relaxing despite the tension of the situation. You want this, you want his anger and razor-sharp focus. Itâs overwhelming in the best way, and you feel tears burning at your lower lashline.
âYes. I traded them.â
A tear slides down you face and Joelâs eyes trace its path as it glides over your check, pooling in the corner of your mouth, salty and unrepentant.
âWhat for?â
âPerfume.â
He laughs again, but this laugh is full of derision, not mirth. Itâs a punch of a laugh, straight from his chest, catching in his throat and distorting into a growl that sends a shiver up your spine and a bolt of lightning through your cunt.
âPerfume.â He repeats, turning your face in his hand so that youâre looking at him again.
His pupils are blown wide, his face a mask of fury and something else that has you pressing your thighs together, seeking friction. He notices you doing it, lets his eyes follow the movement of your hips, the desperate, needy breaths youâre sucking in. He grins, teeth bared.
âAnd what, exactly, do you need perfume for?â He asks, not giving you time to answer before heâs bending down and pressing his nose into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply, stubble scratching your throat. âSmell sweet enough to me already.â
âJoel, please,â you say, but youâre not sure what youâre asking for, because heâs licking a thick stripe up the side of your throat and you think if he stops you might scream.
âBuy it for those boys I see sniffing around you sometimes? Huh?â He asks, drawing back from you and shaking your face in his hand roughly. âKnew you were nothing but a fucking slut.â
âI just- I wanted something nice.â You try to explain, the words catching in your throat as he slides one thick thigh between yours.
âSomething nice? What makes you think you deserve something nice, hmm? Ainât nothing nice in this place, you should know that as well as I do.â
And you do, God knows you do. The QZ is dark and twisted and fucking soul-crushing, but youâd wanted the perfume, wanted it with a deep yearning that matches the way you want Joel to keep going now, to push you and punish you and take what he wants.
âI think you need to learn a lesson, baby.â
Youâre nodding into his hand, tears rolling down your face, splashing onto his thick fingers. He lets go of your jaw, takes you by the wrist and pulls you into the room, toward the sofa, over his knee when he sits. Your stomach is pressed into his thighs, face buried in the dirty sofa cushion and heâs got one hand pressing into your spine, the other searching out the button of your jeans. He undoes it, wastes no time in dragging the worn denim down your shaking thighs.
âYouâre gonna lie there and take it, you hear me?â He says, splaying a hand over your bare ass cheek, moving the line of your knickers out of the way so that he can squeeze the meat of you, fingers dipping between your thighs, finding the slick liquid thatâs leaking from you.
âJesus Christ, youâre soaked already. Fuckinâ filthy little thing, arenât you?â His accent is somehow thickening, vowels lengthening, the twang of his consonants increasing.
âI asked you a question.â He says when you donât immediately reply, and you nod your head, wipe your wet eyes against the sofa.
âCount for me.â He says, and before you can take a breath to prepare, his hand is coming down sharply on you.
The sting is sharp; delicious.
âCount.â He hisses, and you whisper a faint one, breaking off into a moan when he lets his fingers graze the side of your puffy lips.
You wish you could see his expression, see if this is affecting him as much as its affecting you, if heâs watching with something like ecstasy on his handsome, haunting features.
The second smack is harder than the first, sharper and sweeter for it. It makes you jerk against him but heâs holding you down firmly with one solid hand in the middle of your back, pressing you into his thighs, into his lap. The denim of his jeans is rough against your bare stomach, scratching you skin where your shirtâs risen up. The third slap makes you yelp, harder again, but he soothes it immediately with his palm, rubs the flesh of your ass.
âYouâre enjoying this, arenât you? Enjoying being bent over my lap and spanked like the dirty whore yâare, huh?â
You canât believe the filth thatâs dripping from his lips. Sure, he curses plenty, and youâve heard him cuss out entire rooms full of angry men, but this is something else entirely. This is animalistic and derogatory and indecent. And God help you, its sending rushes of hot liquid practically gushing down your thighs.
âBe so easy to slide myself inside you, youâre so goddamn wet.â He says as he sends another harsh slap onto your ass. âOpen you up and press myself inside this soaking cunt, hmm? Bet youâd let me, too, let me do fucking anything to you.â
âYes, Joel, please, anything.â
His third laugh of the afternoon is throaty and coarse, full of self-indulgence. It makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, makes you clench your thighs together and grind your teeth to stop you from crying out again.
âYou gonna come like this, baby?â He asks, sliding his hand over the meat of your ass, down between your thighs to press at your entrance, slipping beneath your ruined underwear. âCome on my lap like the dirty fucking slut I know you are?â
The sweet sting as he pushes two thick fingers inside you almost pushes you over the edge there and then, but you bite into your lip â probably drawing blood, but youâre too distracted to notice. He curls his fingers, drags the pads of them over the soft flesh inside you, seeking out that spot that makes you almost black out, pleasure ratcheting up so suddenly that you gasp, coming hard in his lap, muscles shaking and contracting, cunt squeezing his fingers tight.
âThere she is,â He hisses, curling them again, chasing you as you shift against him, overstimulated.
How is he so good at this? Youâve never seen him with anyone â heâs always given the impression that he has no interest in sex, in relationships, friendships, even. But the expert way that heâs playing your body like an instrument, chasing your moans and gasps like theyâre the air he needs to stay alive, tells a completely different story. And when you jerk in his grip and he presses you harder against him, shifting on the sofa, thereâs suddenly a very clear indication of just how much of an affect this is having on him, too.
âShit,â His voice is ragged now: This outburst isnât controlled in the way that the rest of the curses heâs been spewing into your ears have been. Itâs unexpected and bitten back behind a grunt as your hip comes into contact with his cock â a solid, hot weight that fills the front of his jeans, pressing the button of his flies into you, his pocket a line of stitches on your stomach.
The next smack is all the harder for the tiny huff of a giggle you let out, which turns quickly into a hiss of pain when his palm comes down hard against you.
âConcentrate,â He warns when you donât immediately count the spank aloud. ââm teaching you a fuckinâ lesson, here, remember?â
âFour.â You say, pressing your face harder into the cushion, rolling your hips just slightly so that his cock twitches against your stomach.
âFive for five.â He says, soothing your heated flesh with the palm of his hand before bringing it down one final time. âFive. Think youâve learnt your lesson?â
You twist round in his lap, eyes dancing when you see the flush thatâs tinted his cheeks, the way his gaze is lingering on the swell of your ass cheek in his hand, perspiration beading on his heavy brow.
âI donât know, Joel, do you?â You say, voice teasing, and he snaps his eyes up to your face as he hisses through clenched teeth.
âFuckinâ mouth on you, you insolent little slut,â he curses, fisting the collar of your shirt and pulling you upright, opening his legs so that you slide between them onto the cold lino floor.
âThink we can find a better use for it, hmm?â He leans back against the couch, pops the first button on his jeans. Your eyes follow the movement hungrily, unable to look away as he slide the zip down painfully slowly, tooth by tooth, the clicks loud in the silent apartment.
He doesnât take the jeans off, just pushes them far enough down his thighs that he can fist his cock where it sits, heavy and thick, in his underwear. Thereâs a dark stain at the tip that makes your mouth water, and when he drags his briefs down, too, you lick your lips greedily.
Heâs painfully hard â head flushed a deep red, veins standing out boldly against his thick shaft. Thereâs a thatch of dark hair at the base, and his balls are heavy and full when he tucks the waistband of his briefs underneath them.
He strokes himself lazily a few times and you let yourself look up to his face. His eyes are dark, pupils eating into the deep brown irises, brows furrowed slightly. The amber light of the lamp is casting his face partly in shadow and it only accentuates the strong, curved line of his nose, the deep creases that lines his eyes and forehead. Heâs looking at you like youâre the only thing that exists, his gaze so sharp and focused it makes you dizzy.
âCâmon then,â he says, running a hot hand up your jaw to grip the back of your neck, pulling you in towards him. âI got no doubt you know exactly what youâre doing here.â
The scent of him is musky and something distinctly masculine, and you bury your nose in the thick hair at the base of him, place a heated kiss to the side of one thigh. This alone make him moan, a deep, throaty sound that lights you up from the inside.
You press your lips to the tip of him, flick your tongue out to kitten lick at the slit.
âFuck,â he curses.
Heâs sensitive. When you wrap a hand around the base of his cock and place your lips around him he hisses, fingers tightening their grip in your hair, free hand fisting the loose cover of the worn couch. You take him further in, suck your cheeks in to caress him, work your tongue over the delicate ridge at the head of his cock. He tastes like salt and sweat and something distinctly Joel, masculine and heady. When he hits the back of your throat you try not to gag, try to swallow him down, throat contracting around him so that he groans and curses.
âJesus Christ, baby. Your mouth is fuckinâ filthy.â
You grin around his cock, work your hand over the part of him that wonât fit, then pull back and lick one long strip up his shaft, letting your tongue follow one of the thick veins. He presses himself back into your mouth, tightens his grip on the back of your neck and raises his hips off the sofa.
âYou want me to fuck that pretty little mouth, baby?â He asks, and you nod, feel hot tears prickling in your eyes when he starts moving, dragging his hips back and then forward, forcing his cock into your mouth, down your throat so that you feel like youâre choking, like all that exists is Joel and his hard cock, his breathy moans and filthy mouth.
âGot such a clever fuckinâ mouth, baby. Just needed to find a way to put it to good use- shit, yeah, thatâs it.â He pushes you down once more, groans as he bottoms out on your throat, then releases the back of your neck so that you can pull back.
Youâre a mess, tears rolling down your face, saliva pooling in your mouth and joining your lips with Joelâs cock in long strings. Joelâs looking down at you with fire in his eyes, his dark gaze flicking from your mouth to your eyes to the open buttons of your shirt and the swell of your ass.
âGet up,â He says, wrapping his hand around your upper arm and pulling you to your feet.
Before youâve time to get your balance heâs bending you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees on the sofa. He lines himself up behind you, drags the blunt head of his cock through your soaking folds and presses himself inside your cunt.
The stretch is intense. You squeeze your eyes shut, press yourself back against him as he inches inside. He pauses for a split second when heâs sheathed himself fully inside, then pulls out and begins a punishing pace, fucking you into the sofa, his hands gripping your hips so hard youâre sure heâll leave marks in the shape of his fingertips.
âPussyâs gripping me so fuckinâ tight, darlinââ He says, and something in your chest swells at the sound of âdarlinââ rolling off his tongue like that, full of something thatâs dangerously close to fondness.
Heâs a cacophony of contradictions, greedy hands gripping your hips possessively, then smoothing up your back under your shirt before sliding back down to slap the soft flesh of your ass. His thrusts are hard and intense, cock hitting that spot inside you that makes electricity jolt in your stomach with each movement, but then he bends over you, slows his hips so that he can kiss the skin of your throat. His voice â deep, husky, reverberating in his chest â keeps up a filthy chorus that has you whimpering into the couch, but heâs praising you, offering you gentle encouragement, his words warm and dirty and entirely overwhelming.
Being so good for me, baby, pussyâs so fuckinâ wet and tight around me. Can feel you getting close, you gonna come like this, huh? With my cock buried deep inside this pretty little cunt?
Without waiting for an answer he wraps an arm around you and finds your clit with two of his thick fingers. He starts rubbing confident circles over it, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable climax. You grip his arm with your fist; fingernails digging into hard muscle.
Then suddenly youâre coming apart, white noise blocking out the sound of his hips slapping into yours and his voice and the low level hubbub of the other apartments, until thereâs nothing left but your pleasure and his cock and his clever fingers, his nose pressed into your throat, teeth nipping the tendons there.
The world fades back into existence as you come down, muscles jolting. You feel yourself clenching around him with the aftershocks. Joel gasps into your neck, squeezes your tits over your shirt.
âFuck, just like that, gonna come in this sweet cunt. Shit, thatâs it.â His thrusts falter, hips slamming into yours.
You feel him twitch inside you as he comes, ropes of hot cum painting the inside of you, his stuttering breath at your ear.
You stay as you are for a moment, both gasping for breath, hearts hammering in your chests. His embrace is suddenly tender, muscles shifting as he relaxes against you. You donât say anything, but he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and that simple gesture opens a floodgate in your chest.
He pulls out of you but keeps his arm around you, guides you both down to lie on the couch, your back pressed to his front. The light in the apartment feels different than it did earlier, the orange hue warmer, kinder than it was.
Joel peppers kisses along the back of your neck and over each shoulder, his strong arm keeping you firmly against him. He wraps a thick thigh over both of yours and tightens it, anchoring you in place. You sigh in contentment, head quieter than itâs been for months, years, possibly.
âI didnât hurt you?â He says into your hair, voice low.
âNo, Joel.â
âYou sure? Iâm sorry if I was too rough. I donât- I didnât mean to hurt you.â
âI liked it, Joel.â
He chuckles darkly, hooks his chin over your shoulder and teases the skin under your ear with his teeth.
âFuckinâ filthy, arenât you? Always knew you were.â He presses his nose to your neck, inhales deeply. âPerfumeâs nice, by the way.â
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Right here officer, yeah this is the one. You're going to jail for a long time, Gideon. For absolutely killing me with this story. So delicious đ«đ€
just a touch
Dieter Bravo (x afab!reader)
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warnings: m masturbation, afab!reader mentioned, writer Dieter being horny af, unedited.
Does anyone else ever spend all their day thinking about...
Dieter Bravo jerking off.
About how he draws it out for hours because he loves to be teased, even if he's teasing himself. He'll watch something filthy (he's got a great selection of porn, some homemade) or look at those nudes you sent him. But he refuses to touch himself the whole time, as he gets harder and more desperate for it.
He likes the luxury of getting off in bed, on his expensive soft sheets, or in the shower with the warm water running all over his body. He gets really sensitive the longer he holds off, so he'll give it as long as he possibly can. If he really wants to drive himself crazy, he'll force himself to go do something else after getting all turned on from whatever he chose to watch - something super mundane like read his many emails, or tidy up whatever mess was left out last night.
Usually though, he'll go to the big full length mirror in his bedroom, slowly take his clothes off, appreciate his own body. He spent a long time struggling with his body image, but nowadays he loves what he sees. His broad chest, the softness of his tummy, and then the bulge in his pants before he slowly peels them off. He's never been anything but proud of his dick. As far as cocks go he's got a pretty one, everyone always says it. He's still not touching it, not now as he appreciates the view of it in the mirror. His hands might come close, as his fingers softly feel their way around his own body, mapping paths you've taken as you've explored him yourself. He'll play with his nipples, pinch at the sensitive parts of his torso and grasp his stomach, appreciate the soft feel of it. He wishes you were there right now, but he'll make do with what he's got. Himself.
Finally...oh finally he makes his way on to his bed, sat with his back against the headboard with his legs spread wide. The mirror is angled just right, so he has a good view of himself from there. He's a little flushed, cheeks reddened. He's leaking precum, made himself so fucking desperate for his own hand. He looks really good, and he knows it.
He'll use whatever is closest, spit or lube or lotion. He isn't picky. Sometimes he'll use a toy too, depending on what he wants to feel and how quick he wants to get off. He loves playing with things that vibrate but they tend to make him come quicker than he likes so he doesn't use them too often - better when you're trying to overstimulate him to tears. Usually he'll use a butt plug when he's on his own, he likes his ass nice and full as often as it can be.
Now he takes himself in his hand, and the moan he makes at that first touch is sinful. He starts off painfully slow, teeth gritted in concentration as he tries to zone in on every single thing he's feeling as his fists glides up and down his cock. He'll think of you now the most, of the drag of your cunt up his dick. Or the warmth of your mouth on him. He'll bring up every memory he has of you and him together, the way you look when he's in you. The way you cry out as he thrusts into you for the first time. God, he can't take it this slow anymore.
As he quickens his pace, the noises he makes would make anyone blush. Dieter is never quiet like this. He loves to be heard, even if it's only him who can hear it right now. More, and more, and more. His free hand is playing with his balls, gentle tugs and squeeze that makes him tense dangerously and groan in pleasure.
Will he slow down now, calm himself down before he starts up again? Well, he'll try but at this point he's possessed by the need to come. He tries to be good, he really does. The way you like it, every last drop teased out of him but holding off for as long as he possibly can You tell him to be good, but you're not here right now and he can't quite bring himself to be that good.
He'll confess later, you can punish him if you want.
He's gasping out, a needy thing, beautiful noises of absolute heady pleasure. Eyes zoning back in just enough to watch as he brings himself to the edge. His favourite part to watch, as his movements falter and his balls tighten and with a loud cry he's spilling ropes of his cum onto his lower belly, onto his fingers, wherever it goes. Messy, he loves it that way. He pulls out every last drop he can, until its too much.
His head falls back against the headboard, eyes squeezing shut as he heaves out heavy breaths while his body trembles slightly from the climax. After a moment or two, he'll bring his hand up to his mouth and lick it clean. Dip his fingers into the mess he made and taste himself. It makes him groan, he tastes so fucking good. You always tell him the same, and he knows you're not lying.
In the time it takes him to regain his thoughts, he's laid himself down on the bed properly, sprawled out and a little dozy. He gets sleepy after he's come, but not enough to actually fall asleep. He just likes to bask in the feeling for a little while while he recovers. He bury his face in the pillow that still smells of you, and close his eyes and just enjoy the moment.
And if he really needs it today...he'll make it all happen again in a couple hours.
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Love me some perry Joel. Love me some bush representation. I can't even explain how much I loved this. Filthy and depraved, just how I like it. đ€đ«
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summary: joel secretly watches you shower.
warnings: 18+ mdni. older!joel miller x afab!reader. dubcon -> reader has no idea. reader has a bush but no other physical descriptors. male masturbation. joel is a conflicted, dirty old man but we love him so. w.c: 1.3k
author's note: the title is way too sweet for this. thank you @ghotifishreads for looking this over!
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Joel is a bad man.Â
A very, very bad man.Â
Still, he couldn't think of a reason to stop as he gripped the base of his cock and began to stroke while he watched you dance like a sprite under the flowing stream.
It was a miracle the two of you stumbled upon a YMCA this far from the city. Joel figured it'd be swarming with people or worse, but it was oddly barren aside from crawling vines and small critters living in the alcoves.Â
It was even rarer that the water would still be working, but after you begged him with those big doe eyes, Joel checked it out.Â
You wait anxiously on a pathway in the center of a large washroom, shifting back and forth on your feet between the shower stalls while Joel stands in one of the less scary cubicles. The room was a mess. Mud cakes the floor and walls; once pearly white tiles are now smeared with dirt. Various tiles and mirrors are splintered and broken.Â
"'ere goes nothin'." Joel turns the knob, and the pipes behind the wall make a slew of thuds and loud creaking noises before a rush of water flows from the tap like a waterfall spilling over the edge of a cliff.Â
"No, shit." Joel curses in shock and tests the water's temp. "S'ice cold." he hisses before stepping out of the tiny stall.Â
You squeal elatedly. Uncaring about the cold, you move closer and cup your hands under the stream. You let out a soft moan at the frigid temperature. The unruly summer days were doing a number on you both.
Joel swallows hard at the sound and shifts his eyes to the floor before spying a few bars of soap a few feet away. He grabs two and tosses you one. "I don't know about you, but I'm taking a shower now," you announce, dropping your bag into the path between the stalls.
"Guess I should, too," Joel says, looking at the other, relatively clean stall across from yours.Â
"You definitely should." You quip and playfully wrinkle your nose as you shuck off your shoes.
"Shut up." Joel bites back with a sly grin. He takes a few short steps and turns the shower knob. Sure enough, crystal clear water streams freely from the head.
"See ya when we're clean." you send him a smile before tugging your curtain closed.Â
Joel shifts on his feet in the small space as he watches you pile your clothes on top of your bag from behind the curtain. He should keep guard and give you some privacy, but all coherent thought evaporates when he sees and hears you step under the stream.
Sunlight pours down into your stall from a window above, creating a tempting silhouette as you shimmy in the water and let loose an unrestrained moan. The sweet sound echoes off the washroom walls and slithers into Joel's brain. It races down his spinal column, and reaches home in his groin. His cock fills with blood instantly, forcing him to bite his cheek and mute his own moan.
"Ah, what the hell," he mumbles, setting his pack next to yours and closing the curtain to his stall. He's out of his clothes quicker than he remembers moving, chucking them carelessly on the other side of the curtain. His cock stands hard and raging, but he ignores it, choosing to step under the freezing stream with the hope it'll curb his arousal.Â
"Fuck." Joel groans when the cold rains down on his sweltering body. Â
"Told you." he hears you tease.
Joel shakes his head with a smile. It was by chance that your paths crossed. He wasn't looking for anyone to share in this new way of life, especially after Tommy left, but as luck would have it, you stumbled into his world at the right time, and now he's not quite sure he wants to live without you in it. Â
He'd kept his distance over the last few months. He was too old to get caught up in sappy feelings and didn't need the distraction when life was on the line. However, that raw, gnawing need never went away. It took him a while to relax and feel secure enough to get off, but when he did, he was able to let go and succumb to the urges he remembered enjoying so much before the outbreak.Â
He scrubs his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, across his broad, hairy chest, expelling dirt and grime from his skin as it swirls down the drain. His erection still hasn't faded; if anything, it's even harder now as your airy singing fills the room.Â
He teethes his bottom lip as he succumbs to the urge once more and curls a soapy hand around his twitching length, circling the girthy base with a tight grip. Blood pulses in the crownâ a desert sunset red, throbbing and weeping.
Joel knows it's wrong, but he's past the point of caring. With his left hand, he eases the curtain to catch another glimpse of your inviting silhouette but gets more than he imagined.
A breeze from the open window above your stall must have pushed the curtain open without you realizing. It was no bigger than a small gap, but it exposed enough of your body to Joel's prying eyes.
His jaw clenches tight as his deviant gaze travels along the wet, soapy expanse of your body. Water drips from your hairline, over your clavicle, between your breasts, and trickles down your soft belly. A mess of droplets and soapy suds cling to the patch of curls that covers your mound. Joel's cock throbs at the sight of your bush; he always loved the taste of a sweaty, hairy pussy.
You wash yourself, utterly unaware of his stare. The knot in Joel's abdomen twists, an unyielding cramp cinching ever tighter. He swirls his large, slick palm over his drooling tip, expertly moving with the right touch, trying his quickest to get off before the floor opens up and swallows him whole.
His sac tightens, drawing up as an intense wave burns through his gut. He watches with shameless infatuation as you run your soapy hands around your breasts and between your legs before rinsing off away the filth. He roughly thrusts into his grip, imagining it's your cunt as it hugs and swirls around him while he greedily fucks into your warmth. He wants nothing more than to feel you under him, writhing from his illicit and soothing touch.Â
His spine curves as he hunches over and leans one hand on the wall for support as he comes with a mess of deep, broken grunts. Fingers scratch the tile, body quivering with searing pleasure as thick white ropes splash against the dingy tile; he pictures you gasping for him while he fills you to the brim.
Shame creeps in, swarming hot and fast like the midday sun after a summer rainstorm. He yanks his hand from his cock like he's been burnt when you suddenly appear on the other side of the curtain.
"Are you almost done?" your voice cutting through the white noise of the shower stream. Joel peers around the side of the curtain, eyes piercing yet sorrowful. "Yeah, gimme a minute."
For now, Joel shakes off his shame. He cleans himself up and haphazardly splashes the wall with water, washing away any evidence of his perverted seclusion.
"Here," he hears you say as you hand him his clothes. He opens the curtain a bit and notices your eyes are cast downward. Joel instantly feels the sharp fangs of regret sink into his flesh; you must've heard him.Â
"Thanks," Joel mutters. His fingers brush yours as he grabs his clothes, making your big eyes snap to his before they curiously travel down over his bouldering, sun-kissed shoulders. He watches your jaw drop with a silent gasp, and your knees slightly buckle at the dewy sight of him.
"Be out right out," he smirks when you forget to let go of his clothes, forcing you to mumble a mortified apology before he closes the curtain.
Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe he's not as bad as he thinks, and just maybe he might have a chance with you.
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Okay, I am a crying, sobbing, grinning, horny mess right now. I think I cried just as much as Osita and Javi did reading this. I genuinely can't express how much this series means to me. This was a perfect literally perfect wedding for these two, so heartfelt and gorgeously described. And I am seriously going to sob for the rest of the night after reading this. I love this series and these two with my whole being and I would give anything and everything I have, for a love like these two. Also I have to say, absolutely cracking up and losing it at the fact they got caught AGAIN by Steves nosey (and drunk off his rocker) ass. Madeline you truly have made one of the best fics i've ever had the pleasure of reading. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this remarkable, phenomenal story, that will forever hold a very special place in my brain and heart. Here's to Osita and Javier, forever and always! đ„đŸđ„ł
Chapter 20 pt. 2- I Do
Summary: It's wedding time, baby.
Word Count: 17.4K (.....I'm so sorry)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (holy SHIT you guys, I really went balls to the wall on this one, I fear), kind of semi-public sex (you already know these horndogs are going at it again), More getting caught (Steve is causing his own problems at this point), wedding things!!, family dynamics, mentions of death/grief, lots of emotions, alcohol/drinking, so many feelings (grab the tissues, friends), Javi being adorable with kids, Javi being so in LOVE it HURTS?!? So much joy and happiness because Javi deserves the world and more
A/N: HELLO. Part 2 is finally finished *insert Spongebob narrator voice* 4 years later đ« Omg y'all, thank you SO much for bearing with me as I finish this, it has been a labor of love like no other, but I am so excited to finally share our favorite couple's special day and finally GET THESE TWO MARRIED đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ I would very much be lying if I said I didn't cry multiple times writing this chapter đ„ș I can't believe these two are actually getting married- words can't express how thankful I am for everyone who's wanted to stick around and read my silly little story to see these two make it to their wedding day- your support and kind words mean more to me than you will ever know đ Poorly beta'd bc I'm the worst, also, I've seen that sometimes people have issues reblogging things with comments that are this long (my apologies), but comments and reblogs make me wanna cry and throw up with joy, so it means a lot to me if you're able to leave a comment if it won't let you reblog with one!!!
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Never had you been so anxious to walk in a straight line.Â
Because truth be told, that was all you needed to do to walk down the aisle- walk in a straight line.Â
But when that straight line meant the walk to finally get to marry your future husband, to take his last name, to start the beginning of your forever together, not to mention kissing him in front of all your closest family and friends, you couldnât help but feel the butterflies in your stomach swirling in anticipation as you waited for your ceremony to start.Â
âYou okay, Hermosa?â Javi asked, his thumb gently stroking your hand that he had been holding since the moment he saw you, almost as if he was refusing to let go. You looked up at him, big brown puppy dog eyes staring down at you with a goofy grin that hadnât left his face, the sight of his handsome, broad frame easing your racing heart enough to help you remember that when you walked down that aisle in a few short minutes, he was the only thing that mattered.Â
âIâm perfect.â You smiled, pressing up on your toes just enough to peck his lips quickly before someone in the wedding party needed to barrate you both again about saving your kissing until after you were finally married. âI donât think Iâve ever had this many people staring all at me at once. Knowing my luck, Iâm gonna trip and fall over this dress before I can even make it to you. Or better yet, with my dumbass decision to have David and Charlie walk me down the aisle, Iâll be lucky if they donât push me to the ground first.âÂ
âWell, even if you did fall, you would still be the most beautiful woman on the face of this Earth. My clumsy, grass-stained wife.â Javi snickered, giving you a little nudge as you rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove back.Â
âPendejo. You have both of our vows books, right? You promise you havenât peeked?âÂ
âYup, both right here in my pocket.â Javi smiled, patting his tux by his chest. âPromise I havenât read it. Although for my sake I probably should have, because if I canât even make it through seeing you in your dress, then these vows are gonna make me a fuckinâ goner.âÂ
âBold of you to assume I had nice things to say about you in there.â You teased, raising your eyebrow as you smirked at him, making Javi shake his head as he laughed.Â
âAlright everyone, itâs 3:00, itâs time to get this show on the road! Make sure youâre in order like we practiced, that you take your time walking down to the music, girls, please do not throw petals at each other, and make sure you all- Javi, where are you? Youâre supposed to be at the front of this line, sir.â Connie sassed, proving to you that she really was the perfect person for the task of making sure that things ran smoothly today, bossing the group around like the captain of a well organized ship.Â
âSorry, Iâm coming,â Javi replied sheepishly. âI love you, Osita.â Sliding the hand that was entangled with yours around your waist, Javi pulled you in for a kiss, much more obviously than he probably should have, considering the shit the two of you were about to get being literal minutes away from getting married.Â
âJavier! Get you A-S-S up here! Kiss her all you want once you say I do!â Connie shouted, rolling her eyes at the two of you, Javi pulling away in defense with his hands raised, trying to prove his innocence.Â
âOh, I know what that one spells, Mrs. Murphy! That one spells-âÂ
âJavi? Please?â Connie asked again, quickly trying her best to cut off your niece, Olivia, before she could finish the rest of her thought in front of everyone else, making the group giggle at her matter of factness.Â
âOkay, okay, Iâm here!â Javi pleaded, making his way to the front of the procession, taking his place next to his dad as Connie did one more check through of everyoneâs spot in line before giving the music an all clear to start playing.Â
As you stood at the end of the line, you peeked up to see Javi turned around staring back at you with that same stupid smile on his face, completely enamored and awestruck by you, already convincing you that you were going to turn into a puddle before you could even make it down the aisle.Â
But as you went to re-adjust your bouquet in your grasp, you quickly realized there were not one, but two things missing from your procession line, now about to start walking down the aisle.Â
Your brothers.Â
Despite having seen them only seconds ago, as you quickly whipped your head around, they were now nowhere to be found.Â
âCharlie? David? Where the fuck did you go?â You whisper shouted, frantically looking around for any sight of them.
Suddenly, you heard a rustling from one of the bushes around the corner from where you had been lined up and waiting, followed by the all too familiar voices of your brothers up to no good.Â
âJust finish it you dingus, I already drank the first half!âÂ
âWhy the fuck did we leave this out here? Itâs fucking warm. You got the better half, thatâs not fair!âÂ
âIt was warm when I drank it too, dumbwad. Just finish it, we gotta fucking go, hurry up!âÂ
As you peered behind the bush, you saw your brothers wiping their mouth with the back of their hands as the tossed a can of Miller Lite to the ground, freezing in fear as they saw your menacing and disappointed glare staring back at them.Â
âWhat the fuck do you two think youâre doing?!âÂ
âIt was Davidâs idea!â Charlie responded, pointing at his brother.Â
âCharlie didnât say no!â David responded back, now pointing at him. âYou didnât expect us to get through this sober, did you? Youâre the one who asked us to marry you, so I donât know what to tell ya, Cubby. Plus, we wanted to pour one out for Patrick since heâs the luckiest bastard out of all of us and doesnât have to worry about fucking up marrying his little sister.âÂ
âGod, you two are idiots. Well that thing you agreed to do is happening as we speak so can we go do that, please?â You sighed, trying your best not to laugh at your brotherâs antics, knowing that you really should have expected nothing less from the pair after you and Javi had asked them to officiate your wedding, considering neither of you had wanted anything religious, and wanted someone who knew you to be the ones to do it.Â
âOkay, okay!â They replied, one rushing to each side of you and hooking their arm around yours as you made your way back to your spot at the end of the processional line that had now begun to move forward.Â
âWhere were you 3 dumbbells? The ceremony is starting!â Your dad gruffed, trying his best to restrain from slapping each of you upside the head.Â
âCubby wanted a beer.â David replied, shrugging his shoulders, keeping his head facing forward, trying his best not to laugh.Â
âHoney, seriously?!â Your mom scolded, looking at you with disgust.Â
âI did not! I was trying to find these two idiots!â You groaned, eying your brothers as they shook you back and forth between them in their grasp. âI hate you both, I hope you know that.âÂ
âWe love you too, Cubby.â Charlie smirked, knowing that for as much as you said it, there wasnât a bone in your body that could hate your brothers. For as dumb and annoying as they were, there would never be another moment you would take for granted with them, knowing all too well that life was much too short to do anything but cherish your time together, wishing you had more time to spend with the brother who couldnât be here with you today.Â
Before you could respond, your thought was interrupted by the voice of the DJ through the speakers set up outside, your heart steadily beginning to pound at the reality that everything you had been waiting for was all about to become real.Â
âAlright, ladies and gentlemen if you could please find your seats, weâre about to get started with our ceremony! Thank you so much, folks!â As his voice echoed through the speakers, a hush began to fall over the crowd of your friends and family that had gathered here, now anxiously alongside you for the ceremony to begin.Â
A few seconds passed before you could hear the music beginning to play, the familiar melody of âEverywhereâ by Fleetwood Mac ringing through the speakers- an easily unanimous pick for a song to walk down the aisle to for you and Javi, remembering the first night you had spent together in your apartment, making midnight mac nâ cheese and already falling head over heels in love with each other.Â
As the beat began to pick up, your heart started to race, peaking over the backs of everyoneâs heads to watch all 5 of your flower girls begin to skip down the aisle, throwing petals every which way around them as they moved.
You couldnât help but laugh as all their little personalities shone through as they made their way to the altar- Olivia Murphy, being the oldest, most definitely was taking her role the most seriously, holding her baby sister in one hand and carefully sprinkling flowers evenly in front of her. Your niece, Olivia, was second in line to live up to her role, although, being the little ham she was, threw in the occasional twirl in the middle of the aisle to get people to look at her, along with her little waves to the crowd. The rest of the girls, Brianna, Abby and Madison, well, you were just happy that they made it down the aisle, thankful that their older sisters were at least on the lookout enough to keep them from running through the rows of your guests or dumping the entire bucket of flowers on themselves (you had learned your lesson from your rehearsal dinner that Brianna needed about half as less flowers as the others).
Your face lit up watching the girls, your heart filling with joy with the âawhsâ and laughter from the crowd at their theatrics as they met at the altar with an impressively semi-rehearsed curtsy, followed by promptly running out of the spotlight and over to Connie who was waiting for them.Â
Now that the flower girls had finished making their way down, the processional line began to shift forward once again, this time, leaving Javi and his dad to walk down together, Javi insisting that even though his mom would have been the one to walk him down if she was here, that wanted Chucho to be there in her place instead.Â
âReady, Mijo?â Chucho grinned, giving Javi a little nudge. âAm I going to have to keep you from sprinting down the aisle, or do you think you can manage walking?âÂ
As the pair began walking down to the melodic beat of the song, Javi couldnât help but laugh at his dadâs comment, because as much as he wanted to tease him right back, he knew damn well he was so excited that he would have run to the altar if it meant he got to marry you even a minute quicker.Â
âJavier?â Chucho asked, looking up at his son with tears in his eyes as the pair moved down the parted pathway between the crowd of guests.Â
âYeah, Pops?âÂ
âEstoy orgulloso de ti, mijo. Tu mama y yo. (I am so proud of you, son. Me and your mother.) We are so happy that you have found your media naranja (other half). Nosotros te amamos. (We love you so much.)âÂ
As Javi and Chucho reached the end of the aisle, Javi wrapped his arms around his dad, pulling him close as Chucho patted him on the back, pulling away to look at his son, tears now in both of their eyes, thinking about how far they had come to end up where they were in this very moment, thanking whatever greater power that had finally brought them and Lucia the peace they all desperately deserved.Â
Javier Pena knew he was worthy of the love and happiness that his parents had longed for. He had finally proved to himself and his parents he really was the good man that he had hoped to be.Â
âI love you, Pops. Thank you for everything.â Javi whispered to his dad, trying to fight back any more tears from falling down his cheeks.Â
âTe amo mucho, Javier. (I love you so much, Javier). Thank you for finally realizing that who you are is enough. Now, stop crying over your old man and save some tears for your wife.â Chucho laughed quietly, giving his son another pat on the back with a soft smile wrinkling his cheeks.Â
âYeah, I donât think youâre gonna have to worry about that.â Javi chuckled, shaking his head at the tearful mess he already was, giving his father one last hug before Chucho took his seat next to Connie and the flower girls at the front of the crowd.Â
Steve was the next to make his way to the altar, Javi laughing at his friendâs goofy strut to greet him at the end of the aisle. Steve held out his hand to shake Javiâs before quickly pulling Javi in for another hug with pats to the back much harder than his fathers.Â
âListen, man. I ainât good at this sentimental shit, but uh- Iâm really fuckinâ happy for you, Javi. I know I give you shit, but youâre one of the good ones. Sheâs a lucky girl. And I hope you know youâre sure as hell one lucky son of a bitch. Love you, man.âÂ
âLove you too, Murph. Believe me, I know.â Javi grinned, giving Steve a slap on his shoulder laughing to himself as his friend sat down next to his wife and the girls, never imagining himself standing at the altar, happily waiting to get married while his former partner cheered him on, surrounded by his gaggle of giggly daughters.Â
Feeling worlds away from Javi, your heart began to beat faster and faster, realizing that you were now only one pair away from making your trek down the aisle as your mom and dad walked down next, arm in arm.Â
In classic mom fashion, your mother squeezed Javi so hard as she greeted him, that you were convinced that she was going to pop an eyeball out one of his sockets, thankful that your dad was there to reel her in enough to keep from suffocating him in her hug.Â
âJavi. We love you so much. Thank you for making our daughter so happy. Weâre so grateful she found you.âÂ
âThank you. I love you both, too. Believe me, Iâm just as grateful that she found me. Thanks for making me feel like a part of your family.â Javi replied to your mom, catching his breath through his smile after the death grip your mom had wrapped him in before looking over at your dad, extending his hand to meet his already outstretched one.Â
âJav, youâre a good man. Iâm a guy of few words, but we couldnât be happier for you both. Take care of her, okay?âÂ
âI will. I promise.âÂ
With a silent handshake and a nod, Javi and your dad had said all theyâd needed to know that they couldnât be more thankful for the love and support the other had brought you in the times that you had needed it most.Â
As your parents made their way to their seats, standing at the opposite end of the aisle with your brothers at your side, the realization really hit you- You were the last one that needed to meet Javi.Â
âYou ready, Cubby?â Charlie asked, giving you a grin as he smiled down at you, interlocking your arm with his as David did the same on the other side.Â
âYeah, Iâm ready. Hey, uh- I just, I just wanted to say, I-I love you guys.âÂ
âGross.â David teased, scrunching his face in disgust, pretending to barf over his shoulder as you and Charlie laughed, shaking your head at your brother. âWe love you too, dude.âÂ
With one final giggle and deep breath, you took your first step into view where everyone could see you, watching the guests rise to their feet in anticipation of your arrival, awestruck stares and smiles filling the crowd as you began to walk.Â
Even though you had seen each other minutes ago, as you started to make your way down the aisle, smiling at Javi, the two of you couldnât help but break into tears once again, laughing through your sobs that Javi broke before you did, trying to wipe his wet cheeks with the back of his hand while he watched you walk towards him.Â
And even though every pair of eyes were on you, the only eyes you needed to see were Javiâs- The sweet, soft brown eyes that you had fallen so deeply in love with from the moment you had locked eyes with them all that time ago. They were the eyes of the first person who had ever truly seen you for who you were, inside and out, and you couldnât be more thankful that when you looked at him, you saw your forever. When you looked at Javier Pena, you knew you were home.Â
It almost felt as if time was standing still, that even in a crowd full of people, no one else existed besides the two of you. No one else mattered, and nothing else mattered- the only thing that mattered for you was Javi waiting for you at the end of the aisle, and you? You were going to finally be his wife.Â
âYou two are so in love, itâs fucking sick.â David whispered in your ear, helping to ease your tears as you burst into more laughter, rolling your eyes at your brother.Â
âOh shut up, asshole.âÂ
As you, David and Charlie finally made your way to Javi, waiting for you in a mess of happy smiles and loving tears, you had to use everything in you to keep from jumping onto him like a koala and kiss him all over his stupidly handsome face, resorting to reaching out to grab his hand instead, interlocking it with yours and giving it the tightest squeeze you could.Â
âHey, Mr. Peña. Long time, no see.â You whispered into Javiâs ear, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before took his other hand in yours, the two of you facing each other in front of your friends and family as David and Charlie took their place behind you, pulling out their notes that they had prepared, clearing their throats as they began to address the crowd.Â
âAlright everyone, I uh- I guess weâre gettinâ this show on the road.â Speaking out into the crowd, Charlie began to flip to the right page of his script that you were relieved to see he had written out, your guests beginning to silence and bringing their attention to you and Javi.Â
âHi everyone, for those of you who donât know us, we are the brideâs brothers, and we have the honor of our sister and our new brother-in-law being stupid enough to let us be in charge of marrying them today. Not to worry, 20 dollars and one course on the internet later, David and I are both legally ordained, so not to fear you two, this will all be legit, and hopefully not too embarrassing.â Charlie laughed, also eliciting giggles and eye rolls from you and Javi, as well as the crowd.Â
âWell, we are gathered here today, because these two idiots have fallen so head over heels for each other, it's almost sickening. Weâve had the privilege of knowing our sister for the entirety of our lives. When we found out as kids that our mom was having another baby, and that it was going to be a girl, my brothers and I were disappointed, to say the least. We didnât want a sister to ruin the bond that we had, and honestly, for a long time while my mom was pregnant, we went through a long baby boycott, and were convinced if we protested long enough, and hard enough, she would eventually turn into a boy, and everything would be fine.â David grimaced, shrugging his shoulders at you as you nodded in agreement, having heard this story from your brothers and parents plenty of times before.Â
âAnd while at first, we werenât really sure what to do with a sister, considering we didnât even realize it was an option to pee sitting down until she came around,â Charlie snickered, making the crowd laugh again, aside from your mom, who was rolling her eyes so hard, they probably had made it to the back of her head, âOur sister ended up being one of the best things that could have ever happened to us.âÂ
Breaking your eye contact with Javi, you paused to look over at your brother, a genuine smile on his face, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as if to say Iâm just as surprised that Iâm saying this out loud as you.Â
âGrowing up with our sister has taught us a lot of things- Donât challenge her to anything you donât wanna lose at, because sheâll find a way to beat you, and thoroughly kick your ass while she does it, sheâs got more brain cells that myself, Charlie, and our late brother Patrick did put together, sheâs tougher than most guys I know, and sheâs one of the biggest hearted people Iâve ever met.â Looking back at Javi, you could see his face beaming with joy, giving your hand a squeeze, agreeing with everything your brothers had to say, and how all of those traits had made him fall so madly in love with you.Â
âSo, like brothers do, we never assumed that there would never be anyone good enough, let alone even cool enough for our badass sister. And also like brothers do, we let her go through her fair share of duds and gave her shit, but when this guy came around,â Charlie smiled, pointing at Javi, âwe knew that he was something special.âÂ
âJavi,â David joined in pointing, giving him a playful smirk, âDonât think you were getting out of this so easy. When we first heard that our sister had made her way down to the middle of nowhere Texas and had started seeing you, our first reaction was instant disapproval, because if you lived in south Texas, you probably knew jackshit about hockey, and that was a no go for us.âÂ
âBut,â Charlie interjected, âAfter talking to our sister more on the phone, not only was she starting to turn into the happy, energetic self we hadnât seen in so long, we also learned after talking to her that you not only had been willing to watch hockey with her, but had began to openly express your disdain for the Detroit Red Wings, which made us change our opinions on you very quickly.âÂ
You and Javi looked at your brothers, rolling your eyes in laughter as they shrugged at you, the roar of cackles from the crowd making you grin, feeling the love from your brothers, friends and family swell in your chest, holding Javiâs hands even tighter, gazing up at him with an awestruck smile.Â
âNo in all seriousness, Jav. We couldnât be happier that you not only have become a part of our sisterâs life, but our familyâs life, too. For those of you who donât know, we um- we, uh-,â David gulped, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears welling in his eyes, âour other brother, Patrick, um, passed away last year, and it uh, it was really hard on all of us, especially our sister. Javi, man, I donât think youâll ever understand how thankful we are that you love our sister so unconditionally. Better yet, that you love our family of idiots so unconditionally, because truth be told, we are not an easy bunch to love. While obviously, you canât ever replace Patrick, I just, I hope you know that weâre so glad to have you as a brother, and that Patrick really would have loved you, man. He would be so happy that youâre the one our sister gets to spend the rest of her life with.âÂ
For what felt like the 117th time today, you found yourself in absolute tears, feeling the wetness streaming down your cheeks as you looked down at the #2 patch sewn on the bottom corner of your veil in a beautiful mixture of sadness and joy before looking up to see not a dry eye in front of you, both your brothers and Javi misty eyed and sniffling. Breaking his grasp from yours, Javi stepped towards your brothers, wrapping his arms around both of them to pull them into a long, tight hug, Charlie and David reciprocating as their arms patted his back.Â
âThank you guys.â Javi whispered, choking back his tears as he pulled away to look at your brothers, all of you wiping your wet faces with your hands to try and compose yourselves to carry on with the ceremony.Â
âDamn, okay, well, sorry about that, folks, was not expecting that.â Charlie and David laughed, trying to shake off their unusually sappy sentiment, looking out at the crowd to see not a dry eye in the house. âWell um, well thatâs enough of us yapping at you guys, why donât we turn it over to the people youâre actually here for, and then you can cry even more because these two idiots decided to write their own vows, so good luck.âÂ
Staring up at Javi, you could feel your heart begin to race wildly, your hands nearly trembling as you reached out towards Javi to take the little notebook where you had written down your vows, feeling a little more at ease as you saw that Javiâs hands were just as shaky as yours, the two of you overflowing with anxious anticipation.Â
It had been no question to either of you that you had wanted to write your own vows to one another. While it seemed to be that everyone else you knew had seemed to avoid writing their own vows because they werenât sure what to say, or that it was too hard to think of things, you and Javi seemed to find yourselves having the opposite problem, feeling like there was too much to fit in a few short minutes, and that your vows were going to end up being the length of a college lecture.Â
There had been a part of you that had worried you would be nervous to read what you had to say to Javi in front of all your friends and family, but as you stood there, smiling up at his beautiful, handsome face, you couldnât be more excited to share all of the things you had written to tell your husband just how much you loved him. Â
But as the two of you stood face to face, your vows in each of your hands, your stomach dropped in shock, realizing that neither of you was making the first move to start talking. Because for all the planning and preparing that you had done for everything else, the both of you had completely forgotten to pick who was going to read their vows first.Â
âWe never picked who was gonna go first.â You whispered to Javi, your voice filling with nerves every second you stood in front of your guests, neither one of you saying anything.Â
âOh fuck, youâre right. What do you wanna do? Do you wanna go? Do you want me to go?â Javi asked, his face mirroring yours in surprise, now frantically looking back and forth between you, his vows, and all of your guests.Â
You werenât sure if it was the teacher in you, or the fact that you were so flustered that you couldnât think of anything else, but before you knew it, you were tucking your vows under your arm, holding one hand out in front of you flat and the other in a fist, signifying to Javi that your best solution to your current predicament was playing rock, paper, scissors.Â
âBest 2 out of 3?â You shrugged, grimacing at Javi as you tried not to burst into laughter, Javi shaking his head and snickering, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
âYouâre ridiculous, I hope you know that. Do you wanna go after ârockâ or say âshootâ, then go?â Javi asked, loud enough for your guests to catch on to what was happening, giggles and laughter coming from the crowd.Â
âWhat kind of psychopath doesnât say âshootâ first? Javier Peña, are you telling me that we need to call off this wedding right now because you donât say âshootâ before playing rock, paper, scissors? Because I will.âÂ
Everyone around you was now in full blown hysterics, including Javi, giving you the sassiest look he could muster through his laughter, holding his hands out to mirror yours.Â
âSo âfor better or for worseâ doesnât apply to rock, paper, scissors, apparently?â He teased, smirking at you with a subtle wink as he bit down on his lip.Â
âNot if youâre gonna play like that it wonât.â Â
âPendejo.âÂ
âYou love me.âÂ
âI really fucking do.âÂ
Giggling as you gestured at your outstretched fist, you began to countdown from your ârock, paper, scissors, adding an extra emphasis on âshootâ as you held out rock and Javi held out scissors. With another laugh, the two of you started again, this time, you with paper and Javi with rock, smirking as you crossed your arms over your chest at Javi, the rest of your guests laughing right along with you.Â
âWinner, winner, chicken dinner, Javier Peña. Youâre stuck going second.âÂ
âGo for it, you dork.âÂ
As the laughter from the crowd settled, you opened your vows book, taking a deep breath as you stared up at Javi, who, despite your silliness, still had tears beginning to well in his puppy dog brown eyes before you could even say your first word. You took one last gulp of confidence, wondering how in the world you were supposed to make it through even a sentence through your speech without falling apart.Â
âI never used to believe in fate. People would always tell me that âsome things are just meant to be!â or âit was just fate it happened like that!â and no matter how hard I tried to believe, fate just never made sense to me. Well, that was until about a year ago, when fate decided to bump right into me when I least expected it.â You could feel your voice already beginning to shake, huffing in a quick sniffle before continuing on.Â
âAs fate may have it, I quite literally bumped into you when you were forced to come give a presentation to a group of rowdy 8 and 9 year olds. Thank god fate also was on my side that day- that I actually looked halfway presentable and wasnât covered in spilled chocolate milk, glue, or the snot of whatever kid had sneezed a little too close to me that morning.â That one had the better part of the crowd letting out a laugh alongside Javi, easing your stress and tension about your speech while you carried on, reading the notes jotted in your booklet.Â
âWhen I first came to Laredo, I wasnât really quite sure what I was looking for. After my brother died and decided I needed to be as far away from Chicago as possible, there wasnât ever really a doubt in my mind that here was the only place I really wanted to be. I spent the better half of my middle school and high school vacations here, visiting my best friend who had moved away. To me, Laredo was always a place that brought me such peace and comfort. Iâm not really sure why, but there was always something about being here for those few weeks every year that made it feel like home, even when home was halfway across the country. But what I didnât realize, was that in my attempt to find a new home for myself, I began to learn that home wasnât a physical location, or a place you could travel to. After meeting you, Javier Peña, I found out that home was wherever I was with you.âÂ
Taking a shaky breath, you looked up from your vows to see sweet Javi, covering his mouth, as if he was trying to trap his tears to keep from completely breaking down at your words, his reaction only making you cry harder, trying your best to re-compose yourself before speaking again.Â
âI spent so long wondering if I would ever find someone who would ever make me feel the way that you do- to love me for all of my flaws, to make me feel important, and even laugh at all of my stupid jokes that probably donât deserve to be laughed at, but you love me enough to do it anyways. Now thatâs true love.â You smirked, raising your eyebrow at Javi, making the two of you snicker between your tears. âYou make me feel like the only person in the world whenever Iâm with you. The only person who knows me better than I know myself. You are truly one of the most thoughtful and caring people that I have ever met. And while I could list off a million adjectives to describe all of the reasons I fell in love with you- smart, brave, determined, handsome- just to name a few, out of all of those reasons, the one that made me fall for you the most was your big heart. And while I know youâll never believe me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to get you to see the same amazing man I fall more and more in love with every single day.â
At this point, there was not a dry eye in the crowd, watching how emotional you and Javi were as you tried to choke your way through the rest of your vows.Â
âI will never know what I did to deserve you in my life, but promise that I will spend the rest of it letting you know how forever thankful I will always be that out of all the people in the world you could have chosen to bump into, that it was me. I am so excited that the rest of my life, all of the moments, big, small, and everything in between, will all be moments spent with you. That every moment will be spent with my best friend. I never would have thought that a little bit of fate would have become my forever, but Iâll always be so grateful that it is. I love you so much, Javier Peña. Thanks for being the reason I finally believe in fate.âÂ
Wiping away the wetness streaming down your cheeks, you could barely even look at Javi, who was an absolute blubbering mess, laughing through your tears almost to keep you from completely melting into a puddle.Â
Reaching out to grab him, you took Javiâs hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly as you took your other hand up to wipe the tears streaming down his cheeks, the both of you smiling as you looked into each other's eyes.
âAnd thatâs why I wanted to go first. Good luck.â You chuckled, making Javi shake his head as he laughed along with you, taking another deep breath before flipping open his own vows, wondering how in the world he was ever going to make it through speaking, considering how easily he had fallen apart just listening to you.Â
âJesus Christ, well I donât know how Iâm really supposed to follow that.â Javi sighed, the crowd giggling at his remark as he opened up to his first page, staring at his words for a moment before looking back up at you, his deep, chocolate, puppy dog eyes melting you just as quickly as the first time that you locked eyes with him.Â
âIâve uh- Iâve never really been great speeches. When I sat down to write this, I wasnât really sure where to start. I had no idea how I was supposed to fit all of the things that I wanted to say into all of this.â Javi huffed with a little shrug, gesturing to his notebook.Â
âSo I um- I figured if thereâs anywhere I should start, it should probably be at the beginning. My mom was an elementary school teacher, so growing up, I spent a lot of time at Alma Pierce Elementary School. I swear, I knew that place like the back of my hand. But um, after my mom got sick and passed away, I really never thought Iâd ever have a reason to back. Until one day last year, I was told to pack up my stuff to go give a presentation at a local elementary school, which turned out to be none other than Alma Pierce. My mom always used to say âLa vida es graciosa, no lo crees?â (Life is funny, isnât it?), and I never quite understood why. But as I walked back into the place where I had spent so much of my life just out of chance, I swear I could hear her laughing at me, saying âTe lo dije.â (I told you so).âÂ
You could hear everyone who had had the privilege of knowing Lucia letting out a soft laugh, thinking of all of the times they must have heard her say that all too familiar phrase throughout their time knowing her.Â
âI had gotten to a point in my life that I had kind of just accepted that maybe this kind of life wasnât in the cards for me. I wasnât gonna get married or have a family, and as much as it hurt, I had learned to be okay with it. The last thing I would have thought would have happened to me after leaving the presentation I had to give that day was that I was already head over heels in love with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, but la vida es graciosa, no le crees?âÂ
Giving you a little smirk, Javi could help but let a smile slowly spread between his cheeks as he looked at you, gazing up at him in complete and utter adoration, your goofy grin mirroring his.Â
âNever in a million years would I have thought that I would have been standing here today, getting married to you. If you would have told me that I got to marry the most beautiful, amazing, kind, and stubbornly independent woman on the face of this earth, I would have laughed in your face. I honestly still feel like I need to pinch myself to prove that this is even real. But I guess that even if this is all a dream, I donât ever want to wake up. Being loved by you has changed me in a way that I will never be able to thank you enough for. Being loved by you has made me a better man than I ever believed that I could be. A better man than I ever thought I deserved to be. A man who has learned to love and believe in love in ways I didnât think I was capable of. I will never be able to thank you enough for letting me into your life and loving me for who I am, and for wanting to spend the rest of it with me.âÂ
Now, it was your turn to morph into an inconsolable mess, reaching out to grab Javiâs hand again, silently reassuring him that you were equally as grateful for the fact that Javi had let you into his life, too.Â
âAnd no matter how tough, or challenging, or funny life gets, I know it can never really be that bad, because Iâll always have you by my side through it all. I think my mamĂĄ would be so proud to know I finally understand what she was trying to say all those years about life being so funny. Because it seems like life has a funny way of giving you everything youâve ever wanted. Te amo, Osita. Gracias por ser mi todo. (I love you, Osita. Thank you for being my everything).âÂ
Without even thinking, you threw your arms around Javiâs shoulders wrapping him in a long, tight hug, sobbing into his jacket in a fit of happy tears, Javi hugging you right back, squeezing around your waist, gently cradling the back of your head in the warmth of your embrace.Â
âWell shit⊠Alright, well Iâm not sure if you guys are allowed to do that, but after those vows, I think we can let it slide.â David joked, trying to quickly wipe his eyes, nudging Charlie to do the same to try and pull themselves together to make sure they could finish out the rest of the ceremony.Â
âFuck, sorry.â Javi whispered, reluctantly pulling away from you, everyone in the crowd following your brothersâ suite, smiling as they brushed away the wetness welling in their own eyes from listening to your vows.Â
âWell, Iâd ask if anyone needs to object before we continue, but I think itâs pretty darn clear that these two idiots love each other more than life itself, so Iâm just gonna skip that part.â Charlie joked, making you and Javi smirk in agreement. âAlright Miss Olivia, itâs your time to shine, do you have the rings?â He asked, your nieceâs face lighting up in excitement as she nodded her head frantically, shooting up out of her seat to dash towards the two of you, carefully holding the ring box like a newborn baby bird in her hands.Â
Daintily, she passed the box off to her dad before scampering over to both you and Javi, wrapping her arms around your waists to pull you close in a hug, smiling up at each of you with her toothy, goofy grin.Â
âI love you Auntie Bear and Uncle Javi.â Olivia beamed, giggling in pure bliss and joy before skipping back to her seat among the guests, the both of your hearts bursting at the seams with the chores of âawhhhhsâ coming from the crowd for your adorable niece.Â
âSomeoneâs trying to get an extra slice of cake tonight huh, Miss Olivia?â David teased, your guests erupting with laughter at her not so innocent shrug to her Uncleâs question, knowing damn well she was just as much of a ham as you. âI trusted the six year old to carry these, can I trust you two not to drop them, or do you need to cry some more first?âÂ
âOh shut up, David.â You sighed, rolling your eyes at your brother as you and Javi each took the rings to give one another, carefully holding the shiny gold bands in your hands, counting down the moments until you finally got to say âI doâ.Â
âAlright, ladies first, so I guess that means you, Cubby. You ready?âÂ
âI donât think Iâve ever been more ready for anything, you dingus, get this show on the road.âÂ
âAlright, here goes nothinâ. This is the part I actually had to practice, so God forbid I mess this one up huh? Do you,â David giggled, saying your real name instead of the nicknames you had lovingly bestowed upon you for as long as you could remember, âTake Javi to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
Carefully slipping the gold band onto Javiâs finger, you could feel your heart bursting in anticipation, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement, slowly pulling your hand away to let your brothers finish the second half of the exchange.Â
âAnd do you, Javier Peña, take our sister,â Charlie and David snickered again, having to say your full name for a second time, âto be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
Gently grabbing your palm and gliding the glistening ring onto your finger, Javi rubbed his thumb over the pair of bands nestled together, forever making a home on your hand, his eyes welling at the sight of the sign that you would always be his.Â
Intertwining your fingers together and hands clasped in front of you, you and Javi were radiating with joy, anxiously staring back and forth between each other and your brothers for them to finally say those magic words you had been waiting to hear since the moment you had met all that time ago.Â
âWell ladies and gentleman⊠by the power vested in us, the internet and the state of Texas, itâs our honor to introduce to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Peña.â Charlie grinned at you, trying not to burst into laughter at the near panicked look on your faces, not having heard the next set of words you were more than dying to hear.Â
âWell go on, you lovebirds, kiss already!â David snickered, shrugging at the pair of you with a grin on his face.Â
Before he could barely finish his sentence, Javiâs hands were cupping your face, palms cradling your jaw as he brought his mouth to yours, fireworks exploding in your stomach at the electric intensity of his kiss, so soft and tender, yet so desperate and needy, like it was the first time his lips had ever met yours, and that he never, ever wanted to let them go.Â
Your hands shot up to grab his face too, a smile creeping across your mouth with your lips still pressed to his as Javi dipped you down, sliding his hand down the small of your back to hold you before pulling you back up, his lips still locked on yours like glue.Â
In that moment, it seemed like time stood still, that nothing else in the world existed besides the two of you- nothing else mattered besides the fact that you were here, kissing the man that you loved more than anything in the world.Â
The man that you finally got to call your husband.Â
Over the cheers, whistling, and hollering from your friends and family, the both of you were finally snapped back to reality as David gave you a little nudge and a look that screamed âgross, save it for the honeymoon.âÂ
Reluctantly breaking from your kiss, you grabbed Javiâs hand in yours, holding your fists in the air and cheering in excitement right alongside your guests before heading back up the aisle, your cheeks hurting from how hard they were smiling. So lost in your excitement, you turned your head as you felt Javi stop, tugging you back to the middle of the aisle, smirking as he pulled you close to his chest, whispering in your ear.Â
âNot so fast, Mrs. Peña. Câmere.â Grabbing your face and wrapping his arm around your waist, Javi was kissing you again, swinging you down in another dip that had you erupting in giggles and your guests cheering even louder, Javiâs smooth moves soliciting a loud âOW OWâ most definitely from Steve.Â
âGod, I love you.â You smirked as Javi pulled you back up to stand before the two of you were nearly skipping down the rest of the aisle in bliss, racing to the back of the crowd where you had entered the ceremony, turning the corner behind the house where no one could see you, not even bothering to look over your shoulder to see whoâd followed you before your lips were crashing into each others again.Â
This one was nowhere near as tame as the kisses you had just shared moments ago- this kiss was a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, Javiâs hands creeping dangerously close to the curve of your ass as you tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, your mouths moving in a messy dance as you whispered muffled and muted words between your kisses.Â
âFuck, my beautiful wife. God, Iâm so fucking lucky. I love you so much.âÂ
âI love you so much too, Javi, Iâm so-âÂ
âJesus Christ, itâs been 30 seconds and yâall canât keep your hands to yourselves? Câmon, now. Yâall gotta whole week and a half to do this without having to subject the rest of us to it, Mr. and Mrs. Peña.â Steve laughed, making the both of you gasp as he slapped Javi on the back, immediately making your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment and Javi groan in annoyance at his best manâs timely (or untimely) disruption.Â
âSteve, câmon like you didnât have your hands all over me after we got married.â Connie sighed, now smacking the back of her own husbandâs head, making him wince in pain. âCongratulations, you two. Weâre so happy for you.âÂ
âThanks, Connie.â You and Javi smiled, Javi still keeping his hand wrapped around your waist as the rest of your wedding party started making their way back up the aisle to greet you, too.
âAlso having gotten married before, youâre gonna thank me later as I make you go find your brothers to sign your marriage license somewhere that has a little peace and quiet before you get none the rest of the night. Why donât you guys head inside and Iâll cover for you for a little, okay?âÂ
âYouâre the best, Connie, thanks.â Javi grinned, pulling you away towards the house, quietly sneaking in through the front door to wait for your brothers, Javi looking both ways around the seemingly empty house before pulling you close again.Â
âJavi, Charlie and David are gonna be in here any minute, and theyâre gonna give us just as much shit as Steve, if not more.â You giggled, gazing up into Javiâs eyes, still awestruck and giddy.Â
âI know. Just one more kiss, mi esposa (my wife).â Javi smirked, tilting his head down to press his lips to yours, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek as the rest of his fingers cradled your jaw, tilting your eyes up towards him. âFuck, youâre finally my wife. I donât think Iâll ever get over that.âÂ
âGood thing we have the rest of our lives to get used to it, huh?âÂ
People werenât kidding when they said that your wedding would be a blur- From the moment the ceremony ended, it felt like everything was moving in fast and slow motion at the same time, being pulled in every direction to talk with family members, take pictures, and make sure that things were running smoothly. As much as you and Javi were both trying to soak in every moment of your special day together, it was safe to say the two of you were feeling a little overwhelmed by the time you had gotten to dinner, and couldnât have been more thankful to have a moment to finally sit down.Â
More importantly, you were so glad that you had gotten to the point where you had a drink, some delicious food in your stomach, and the best part of the night ahead of you- dancing.Â
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon of the Peña ranch as dinner was coming to a close, the clanging of forks and knives against dinner plates slowly shifting to chatter and conversation that was filling the space of the white tent that had been propped up in the backyard for your reception.Â
You werenât really sure what to expect when you had decided on a backyard wedding, but with the absolutely stunning work your mom, Connie, sister in law, and Javiâs auntâs had put together for you, they had made a white tent feel like something out of a fairytale. String lights and greenery were strung across above you, long tables decorated in candles and beautiful garlands of eucalypts, sprinkled white and pink roses from Luciaâs garden, along with cute, colorful vintage cups that the women had collected or thrifted for your guests to use. Everything about your setup felt magical, and with the sun sinking and fading into dusk, the glow and twinkles of the lights illuminating your space only made it feel that much more incredible.Â
As the two of you sat at your head table, bellies full and hearts happy, feeling a little tipsy from the extra strong margaritas Javiâs cousin seemed to be making, you were a little worried as what looked like a more than just tipsy Steve approached you, slapping a stack of index cards in front of you.Â
âListen⊠Iâm like the perfect level of drunk to give this best man speech. Any less drunk and Iâll be too fuckinâ nervous to do it, and any more drunk Iâm not gonna be able to remember what Iâm supposed to say. Yâall good to keep this movinâ so you can do your first dance and then we can get this party started?âÂ
âJesus Christ, MurphâŠâ Javi sighed, laughing at his friend, now sassily crossing his arms over his chest at Javi. âThis speech better be good.âÂ
âItâs good, and Connie approved, so you know I wonât say any dumb shit. Well, not if we donât start soon and I keep drinking more.â Steve paused, letting out a low burp, rubbing his stomach and grimacing at the two of you, snorting at him.Â
âTake it away, Shakespeare.â You smiled, gesturing your arm out to the dance floor in front of the guests sitting at their tables, chatting away. You couldnât help but laugh as Steve confidently made his way to the front of the crowd, Connie silently mouthing âIâm so sorryâ Â from across the room, pointing at her husband, now ready to take the stage.Â
âHey yâall,â Steve started, bellowing his voice loud enough to catch everyoneâs attention, making them pause their chit chat and focus their attention on him. âIâm Steve Murphy. For those of you who donât know me, Iâm Javiâs best man. Normally itâs customary for a guy like me to come up and say a few words about the bride and groom, so lucky for yâall, Iâm your guy tonight. Youâre welcome, Jav.âÂ
The crowd laughed as Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at Steve and shaking in his head in fear of what was to come, sliding your hand over to rest on his thigh, giving your now husband a little squeeze of reassurance to have some faith in his friend.Â
âI have had the pleasure of knowing Javi for a long time now. Itâs been, what, 17 years now, Jav?â Steve asked, turning back to look for confirmation.Â
âItâs been too long.â Javi replied, shaking his head, his witty response only making your friends and family laugh more.Â
âWhatever, you grumpy old bastard. Anyways, I first met Javi when I found out that I would be his partner down in Colombia working for the DEA. Not gonna lie, when I first met him, while Iâve never admitted this until now, I was pretty intimidated by the guy. He was cool, smart, respected, even though his jeans were way too fuckinâ tight.â Steve teased, winking at Javi, making you snicker from the few pictures you had seen from back in the day when Javi was in Colombia, knowing exactly what Steve meant.Â
âIâll spare you all the details of our time down there, but through all of our trials and tribulations, despite our differences and disagreements, the one thing I always admired about Javi is that he really cared about what he did. No matter what, he always cared about trying to do the right thing for the people he cared most about. Now, believe me, if you would have asked me all those years ago if I would have ever pictured Javi here today, gettinâ married, buildinâ a house and talkinâ about startinâ a family? Well shit, I prolly woulda told you that you were bat shit crazy. But, if thereâs anyone in the world who deserves every ounce of all that domestic, lovely dovey bliss, itâs this man right here.â Steve smiled softly, pointing back to Javi who couldnât help but let his heart fill with warmth at the sentiment from his friend, your hand rubbing up and down Javiâs leg, his grasping over yours to hold it tight.Â
âJavi, I know youâll never believe me when I tell you this, but Iâm real proud of ya, man. And I hope you know how goddamn lucky you are that this beautiful woman has agreed to spend the rest of her life with your grumpy ass. Speaking of whichâŠâ Steve smirked, turing back to look at you with a goofy grin, making you raise an eyebrow at whatever stupid comment was bound to come out of his mouth.Â
âMrs. Peña. I never thought Iâd live to see the day Javi was so in love. When he called me a few weeks after the two of you first met, and was all jazzed and excited to tell me about this beautiful girl he had started datinâ and how happy he was, I just about damn near fell down. He never said it on that phone call, but I knew that this sorry shit was absolutely head over heels in love with you.âÂ
That comment had you giggling at Javiâs blushing face, his cheeks turning pink at Steveâs story, even though he knew damn well it was the truth.Â
âI couldnât think of anyone who would be more perfect for Javi if I tried. When I first met you and saw how sickeningly cute yâall were together, Godâs honest truth, my first question I asked Javi was when he was planninâ on buyinâ a ring. Glad to see that sometimes heâll take my advice. Sweetheart, I canât thank you enough for being so good to my best friend right there. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you.âÂ
Grabbing your hand, Javi interlocked his fingers with your underneath the table, softly smiling at you and gently nodding his head in agreement.Â
âI also need to thank you that heâs finally got someone else to worry about him instead of me. One less thing off my back. No offense, Jav. Alright, well, yâall have probably heard enough of me yappinâ, and yâall are anything like me, youâre ready for more drinkinâ and dancinâ. To Mr. and Mrs. Peña-â Steve paused, grabbing the nearest drink he could find and raising it up in the air, prompting the rest of your guests to do the same. âWishinâ you two lovebirds a lifetime of happiness. I love you guys. Cheers!âÂ
Over the applause and cheerful shouting, Steve rushed his way back over to the two of you, slotting himself in between your seats so his head poked out between yours, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.Â
âNice work, Murph.â Javi smiled, patting Steve on the back, laughing to himself at how genuinely thoughtful Steveâs speech had turned out to be.Â
âThanks, Steve. Your speech was really great. How much did Connie have to edit out?â You snickered, looking back between him and Javi.Â
â... Letâs just say I left out the part about yâall horny bastards needinâ to be better about lockinâ your doors when other people are around.â Steve chuckled, shaking both of you in his grap, You and Javiâs eyes sheepishly darting to the ground in embarrassment.Â
âFuck off, Murph.âÂ
âLove you too, Jav.âÂ
With one last pat on the back for each of you, before you could say anything else, Steve was already halfway across the tent back to the bar to congratulate himself for getting through his speech without any major slip ups or major scoldings from Connie after he returned back to his table.Â
âThank God for Connie.â You grimaced, laughing at Javi whose face was buried in his palm, shaking his head at his friend, wondering why he would expect any less from him. â...Heâs not wrong, though.âÂ
âIâm triple checking that I lock all the doors later so I donât give him any more reasons to be rightâŠâ Javi sighed, giving you a little nudge while the hand that had been holding yours suddenly let go, resting on your thigh over your dress, giving it a long squeeze, making your heart race in anticipation, his eyes locking with yours, telling you everything you needed to know. Â
Some way, some how, Javi was going to find a way to fuck you before the night was done.Â
âJaviâŠâ You whispered, heat creeping through your cheeks, trying your best to keep from blushing as you locked eyes with him, his devilish grin and lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes entrancing you in a way that had butterflies swirling in your core and ache rapidly beginning to grow between your legs.Â
âSi, Mi esposa?â (Yes, my wife?), Javi smirked back, running his hand further up your thigh and closer to your core as his other hand came up to cup your face, thumb tracing back and forth across your skin, toying just enough to tug at the corner of your lip.Â
While you had gotten a little bit of alone time with Javi today, the way that the both of you had been absolutely insatiable for each other after seeing each other in your wedding attire, let alone the fact that you were now actually married? You and Javi were both dying to try and find a second to yourselves without interruption, especially from Steve.Â
So caught up in awe of each other, you and Javi hadnât even noticed your DJ, standing next to your table, quietly clearing his throat to try and get your attention.Â
âHey, uh- Mr. and Mrs. Peña?â He interjected, loud enough to finally snap you and Javi out of the horny stare down you had entered, âAre um- are you two ready for the first dance?âÂ
âOh, um- yeah, y-yeah, sorry about that.â Javi grumbled, the two of you quickly trying to snap out of the thick heat of sexual tension that had been growing between you, both readjusting yourselves in your seats as you looked up sheepishly at the DJ, âSorry, what did you say?âÂ
âI asked if you two were ready to do your first dance? If you um, if you need some more time I can-âÂ
âNo, weâre okay, thanks.â You grimaced, trying to keep from giggling and blushing as you looked over at Javi and then back at your DJ. âYou ready to dance, Mr. Peña?âÂ
âNever been more ready, Mrs. Peña.â Javi replied, grabbing your hand as the two of you stood up, out of your seats walking to the edge of the dance floor while your DJ headed back to his booth.Â
âHello everyone! Weâre going to get ready to start our first dance with the newlyweds, so if you could please direct your attention to the dance floor, weâre about to get started!âÂ
Before you could even take a step out onto the floor, the cheering and clinking of knives against glasses was erupting amongst the crowd, Javi happily taking the opportunity to grab you by the waist and pull you in for a long, deep kiss, making you giggle against his lips still pressed to yours as he dipped you down, before pulling you back against his chest.Â
âShow off.â You snickered, raising an eyebrow at him as he finally pulled away from your kiss, staring down at you with a goofy grin.Â
âBetter get used to it, Mrs. Peña. Iâve got the whole rest of our lives to keep showing you off.â Javi smirked, shooting you a wink before tugging you out into the center of the dance floor, patiently waiting for your song to start as you draped one arm around his neck, Javi snaked his hand around your waist, and the pair of your other hands joined clasped at your side.Â
It was then that the melodic violin entrance to âAt Lastâ by Etta James began to play, Javi smiling down softly at your agreed upon choice for your first dance song after lots of debate and discussion the past few months.Â
At lastÂ
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
As the music began to play, you and Javi began to sway back and forth to the syrupy symphony of the song, your heart bursting and stomach filling with the same butterflies it had the first time you had met Javi all those months ago.Â
âIâm glad we picked this one.â Javi smiled, the two of you circling your way around the dance floor, eyes locked on each other. Â
âMe too. It always makes me think of making breakfast with you on the weekend and all the little moments I love with you.â You grinned back, letting go of Javiâs hand to drape both arms over his shoulder and around his neck.Â
âIt makes me think of spilling that entire bowl of pancake batter all over Bear and then having to chase him around the house to get him in the tub.â Javi sighed, rolling his eyes as he laughed to himself, tightening his grip around your waist to pull you closer.Â
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my ownÂ
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never knownÂ
âMe too. God, who would have thought that a year ago weâd be having our first dance at our wedding talking about spilling pancake batter all over our dog.â You giggled, leaning to rest your head against Javiâs chest.Â
âI did.âÂ
Looking up at Javi, you could feel your cheeks warming, staring at his big brown eyes welling with tears, trying your best to now hold back the wetness pooling under your lashes.Â
âOsita, I swear, from the moment I saw you smile at me, I knew that you were the only woman in the world I ever wanted. I knew you were the one I wanted my forever with. Iâll never get over the fact that Iâm the luckiest man alive. I love you so fucking much.â Javi choked back, letting one of his hands slide up your face, gently cupping your cheek as he tilted his head in for a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away for another one on your forehead.Â
You smiled, you smiledÂ
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in HeavenÂ
As the song began to slow, the sweet melody winding down to its close, Javi lifted up his arm to let you twirl beneath him before spinning you back into his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist to catch you as he dipped you down again, your mouths meeting in a long, tender kiss, electricity sparking between your lips and butterflies swirling in your stomach.Â
For you are mineÂ
At lastÂ
âI love you too, Javier Peña.âÂ
Over the applause of your guests, you could hear an obnoxiously loud âOW OWâ from the crowd, coming from a now even more intoxicated Steve, making you and Javi laugh at his reaction, swiftly followed by Connieâs sharp jab to his ribs to get him to settle down.Â
âAlright ladies and gents,â The DJ spoke over the rumble of voices at the dinner tables, âLetâs have one more big round of applause for our newlyweds!âÂ
As the crowd began to clap again, and Steve, threatened by another blow to his side, cheering at an appropriate volume, the DJ spoke again with the announcement you had been patiently waiting for since the ceremony finished.Â
âAlright everyone, with our first dance done, itâs time for the best part of the night, the dance floor is officially open! Letâs party!âÂ
As the blaring intro to âJump Aroundâ began to blast to your speakers, your friends and family rushed to the dance floor, you let out a squeal of surprise as Javi snatched you up around your middle, lifting you up to spin you around in a fit of giggles.Â
âVamos a bilar, mi esposa.â (Letâs dance, wife)Â
The rest of the night was the best kind of celebration that you could have asked for- the joy of being surrounded by your friends and family, dancing the night away to your favorite songs, and drinking one too many margaritas with your husband was everything you could have asked for and more on your wedding night.Â
It was no shock to you that your family had no problem making absolute fools of themselves out on the dance floor, happily (and drunkenly) flailing along to every single song, although your brothersâ and Steveâs enthusiastic sing-along to âBaby Got Backâ was impressive, to say the least.Â
And while you and Javi had expected your family to act a fool, what neither of you had expected was how excited Chucho was to bust out dance moves of his own, taking everyone by surprise as he joined all your co-workers and Javiâs co-workers (who had quickly become best friends on the dance floor), to shake his way through âWannabeâ by the Spice Girls, leaving you in hysterics, and Javi in stunned embarrassment at his dadâs antics.Â
As the evening began to creep later and later into the hours of the night, a very sleepy Olivia approached you and Javi on the dance floor, gently tugging at your dress and his pants for attention with puppy dog eyes plastered on her face that almost gave Javiâs a run for his money.Â
âAuntie Bear and Uncle Javi, can I pick a song? Pleaseeeeeee?â Olivia begged, pouting her bottom lip at the two of you, absolutely melting your hearts in an instant.Â
âOf course, mi amor.â Javi smiled, caving immediately as he crouched down to her level, her face lighting up in delight at her uncleâs response, coming close to whisper in his ear.Â
If you couldnât have already been more in love with your husband, watching him listen intently to what your niece had to say, nodding in agreement before scoping her up to rest on his hip, you were practically in a puddle now.Â
âMe and Miss Olivia are gonna go make a song request.âÂ
âBut Auntie Bear, you have to let me dance with Uncle Javi first, okay?â Olivia quickly added, very adamantly.Â
âOf course, lil Miss. Have fun, you two.â You smirked as Javi and Olivia made their way over to the DJ, watching Oliviaâs face light up instantly as the DJ agreed to her request, Javi carrying Olivia out to the middle of the dance floor and setting her down on the ground as the end of the song slowly began to fade into your nieceâs song choice.Â
With her love for the movie, you shouldnât have been surprised at all that her pick was âCan You Feel the Love Tonightâ from the Lion King Soundtrack, but even though you werenât shocked at her choice, there was nothing that going to be able to prepare you for the gut wrenching cuteness that was your now husband, dancing with your niece.Â
It had already gotten to the point in the night that Javiâs suit jacket and tie were long gone, 3 buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the once neat curls of his dark hair now messily sweeping his forehead from your night of dancing, and if the sight of just how goddamn handsome Javi looked, on top of the fact he was now officially your husband, paired with the sight of him slow dancing to the Lion King with Olivia?Â
Your ovaries were just about shot to hell.Â
As the song played and Javi and Oliva spun around the dance floor in a fit of smiles and giggles, you couldnât help but wish with every bone in your body that it was your daughter that Javi was dancing with, nearly falling to your knees the thought of making him a dad, on top of being your husband. And if that wasnât enough, the two of you were finally married, and that meant half of your bargain to start trying for kids was complete- and with the other half being your house finally finishing with construction which was almost close to being done as well, you were so close to start trying for a baby of your own, you could almost taste it.Â
And that? That drove you crazy enough to feel like you were going to combust.Â
So stuck in your daydream, you didnât even notice Olivia running up to you, now tugging at your dress again, letting out a little sleepy yawn as she tried to get your attention.Â
âOkay Auntie Bear, you can dance with Uncle Javi now. Thanks for letting me pick a song.â Olivia smiled as you sunk down to meet her, wrapping her in a hug.Â
âOf course, Olivia. Thank you for being the best flower girl today. I love you, cutie patootie. Alright, Iâm gonna go dance with Uncle Javi now, okay?âÂ
âI love you too, Auntie Bear. I think Uncle Javi misses you, he wouldnât stop looking at you the whole time we were dancing. I think he wants to kiss you again, but thatâs gross. Yuck.â Oliva grimaced, making you giggle as she stuck out her tongue before watching her scamper away back to her sisters and the Murphy girls to dance some more.Â
As you turned back, bracing yourself to stand back up, you were greeted with Javiâs large palm held out in front of you, pulling you up to greet his handsome grin while you looked up at him.Â
âIâve been told I have permission to come dance with you now.âÂ
âIt did take some persuading, I told her Iâd save an extra piece of cake for her if she let me go dance with you.â Javi chuckled, pulling you back out onto the dance floor, slowly swaying back and forth to the beat.Â
âWatching you two out there is dangerous.â You smirked, raising an eyebrow at Javi as he cocked his head in confusion.Â
âWhat do you mean, hermosa?âÂ
âI mean,â You paused, standing up a little bit taller, throwing one arm over Javiâs shoulder, running your hand through the hairs at the nape of his neck to whisper in his ear, âWatching the two of you made me think about how much I wanna make you a dad. And now that weâre married and the house is almost done, we actually get to start trying soon.âÂ
It took everything in Javi not to let out an audible moan, letting out a gulp and scrunching his eyes shut for a moment to try and maintain his composure at what you had just said to him, his grip around your waist immediately tightening and eyes darkening as he opened them, staring down at you, absolutely awestruck.Â
âFuck me.â He muttered to himself, almost shaking his head in disbelief that after all of the time you had spent talking about wanting kids and nights youâve had wishing there hadnât been any birth control to keep you from having them were now an almost tangible reality, âIs that what you want, mi esposa? My wife wants me to give her a baby?âÂ
Javiâs voice rasped in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, your stomach flipping in arousal at the hot breath of his words against your skin, knowing what had started as a sweet and simple moment of Javi dancing with Olivia had quickly shifted into a desperate want, no, need, for him to give you what you were asking for.Â
As the music slowly faded into the next song, bodies shuffling and dancing to the more upbeat tune that had followed Oliviaâs choice, the both of your figures stood frozen on the dance floor in a silent exchange of racing hearts and yearning glances before Javi took your hand in his.Â
âFollow me.âÂ
In an instant, Javi was tugging you across the dance floor, the two of you dodging and weaving your way through your guests with polite smiles and happy waves, doing everything you could to try and sneak away as discreetly as possible in hopes that everyone would be too preoccupied (or too drunk) to realize that you were gone.Â
But at this point, you really didnât care whether anyone noticed if you were gone or not. Truth be told, the only thing you cared about was finally getting to fuck your husband.Â
Finally making it through the worst of the maze of people, you and Javi had made your way to the back porch, quietly peeking your heads through the door, checking to make sure the coast was clear before hastily slipping inside, gently shutting the door behind you before sneaking down the hall to Javiâs room, thanking whatever higher power had let the two of you get to his bedroom in peace.Â
From the moment Javi had shut the door behind him, you were all over each other in an instant, hands roaming across each otherâs bodies as you stumbled until the back of your legs hit the mattress, flopping down onto the bed, Javiâs body caging yours in his frame. Your lips crashed together in a hungry clash, tongues, teeth and moans melting together between your mouths as Javi hiked up the skirt of your dress, running his hands along your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh in his firm grasp before his fingers crept towards your aching core, ghosting over the white, lacy fabric covering your cunt, already soaking with arousal.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet, hermosa. My wifeâs pretty little pussy all wet for me, huh?â Javi rasped, the pads of his fingers pressing more pressure over your covered clit, making you whimper in delight.Â
âItâs all yours, Javi. Yours forever, baby.â You moaned, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javiâs fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, collecting the slick pooling around your folds before plunging his two fingers inside your heat and thumbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves, pure bliss running through your veins at his touch.Â
Your response had Javi practically growling, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he looked down to see the golden and diamond bands glistening on your finger, awestruck at the beautifully blissed out mess you were already becoming as his fingers curled, prodding at the spongy spot inside you that he knew drove you wild.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect, Osita. My beautiful wife. Fuck- I canât believe your mine. I love you so fucking much.â Javi groaned, his words muffled between the hot, wet kisses he kept planting on your lips, feeling your cunt beginning to clench around his digits.Â
âI l-love- fuck- I love you too, Javi.â You whimpered, the all too familiar tingle at the base of your spine beginning to build as Javiâs fingers pulsed in and out of your heat and thumb circled your throbbing clit, knowing with how worked up you were and how good he felt, it wouldnât take much more before you were coming undone around his hand.Â
âI know youâre close, baby. Let go, hermosa. Cum for me so I can fuck my wife and show her how much I love her.âÂ
âF-Fuckfuckfuck Javi. Donât stop, baby, donât s-sto-ahhhhhhhhh.âÂ
With his thumb circling faster and harder around your sensitive bundle of nerves, and fingers plunging in and out of your weeping hole, it wasnât long before you could feel that all too familiar tingle spreading throughout your body, your orgasm flooding through every inch of you as you came around his fingers, soaking his hand.Â
âThatâs it, Osita. Thatâs my good girl. My good wife.â Javi groaned, making you whimper as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping heat, admiring the slick and shiny mess you had made around his fingers, entranced by the way your arousal had coated his wedding band as he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean before beginning to work at his belt. âYou taste so fucking sweet, baby.âÂ
You sat back up, looking over your heaving chest to see Javi shuffling his pants and boxers down his thighs, leaving them to pool around his ankles, revealing his cock, already so painfully hard and weeping with precum from his tip. Reaching down to run his fingers through your folds again, he collected your slick on his hand before rubbing it up and down his length, stroking himself to line up with your entrance.Â
âF-fuck, let me feel you baby, p-please.â You whined, reaching up to grab fistfuls of Javiâs shirt, tugging him down to kiss you and lay his body on top of yours.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ Javi moaned, slowly filling you up with his cock inch by inch until he had bottomed out against your cervix, letting you adjust to the fullness as he relished in the wet and warmth of your pussy gripping around him like a vice.Â
âM-move, Javi, please, baby.â The sweet sting and stretch of Javiâs length inside you already wanting to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.Â
Javi began to languidly thrust himself in and out of your heat, dragging his cock almost painfully slowly against your velvety walls, cursing under his breath at the feeling of his balls beginning to tighten in his stomach, knowing there was no way he was going to be able to last as long as he would have wanted to in the moment.Â
âJaviiiiiâ You whined, your arms wrapping around back, nails pressing into his shoulders as his cock hit the spot inside you that lit you ablaze. His hand snaked between your bodies, reaching down to rub your clit, still slow, taking his time with each graze of his fingertips as his pace held deep and steady. Every thrust in and out of his hips had you wrecked as he filled you so fully and intensely, moaning his name over and over while he grasped the meat of your thighs, pressing your knees against your chest to stretch you open even further. Â
âGod youâre so beautiful. My beautiful fucking wife. Gonna be such a beautiful mom for our kids.â Javi grunted, this thrusts becoming faster and sloppier as he let the reality of his marriage and actual attempts to start trying for a family burn a hole in the forefront of his mind, igniting something even feral within him, knowing he was one step closer to finally giving you and him what you both wanted more than anything.Â
For Javi to get you pregnant.
The last sentence made your breath hitch in the back of your throat, whimpering at the notion that because you were finally married, there wasnât much stopping you from tossing out your birth control tomorrow and trying to get pregnant by the end of the month.Â
âJ-Javi-â You whined, trying to form any sort of coherent thought as your brain short circuited from the pure bliss and heart racing thoughts running through your brain.Â
âWhat, Osita?â Â
âI-I want you- oh shit- to fuck a baby into me, Javi. I wanna throw out the rest of my birth control- I donât care if the house- Jesus- isnât finished. I wanna stop taking it tomorrow. I w-want you to- fuck- fill me up and get me pregnant.âÂ
You could practically feel the weight of Javiâs jaw dropping to the floor, eyes bulging out of his skull, and heart beating out of his chest, so shocked, he stopped himself mid thrust, just to make sure he had heard you correctly.Â
âOsita- baby, are you- holy fuck- baby, are you serious?âÂ
You nodded your head frantically, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him in for an electric kiss before leaning back to whisper in his ear, your voice sultry and low.Â
âI need my husband to fuck a baby into me. Please. Fuck a baby into me, Javi.âÂ
If Javi didnât have his arms already braced on the bed, thereâs no way in hell he wouldnât have fallen over in pure delight at your request, his stomach now churning with the wildest mix of excitement, lust and pride, spreading up through his chest and across his face, the brown of his eyes darkening and awestruck smile widening.Â
âYou want me to fuck a baby into you, Hermosa?â Javi asked, almost rhetorically, a devilish grin spreading between his cheeks as he began to pound into you again, not even giving you a chance to respond, knowing damn well what your answer was. Â
If his thrusts werenât already frantically rushed and sloppy, they most definitely were now, Javi practically on the brink of his own high just from the thought of getting to fuck you, knowing there was a real, true chance of getting you pregnant, trying to fight with everything in him to keep from busting right then, needing to make sure that you came again before he did.Â
The lewd noises of your moans, wetness of Javiâs cock sliding in and out of you, and his hips snapping against yours coated the walls of the room, the both of you having no regard for anyone who may have been close enough to hear you, so caught up in the moment, that at this point, you couldnât have cared less if anyone caught the both of you.Â
âAnswer me, baby. Mierda- You want me to fuck a baby into you, huh? Want me to fucking fill you up and get you pregnant? Show everyone youâre mine with our baby growing inside you?â Javi grunted through gritted teeth, pounding into your g-spot with blinding force, frantically circling your clit as he felt your cunt begin to clench tighter and tighter around his cock, knowing you just needed a little bit more before he had you coming undone.Â
âY-yes- fuckfuckfuck- I need you to, Javi, p-please baby, please, please, pleaaahhhhhhh-âÂ
Just like that, you could feel yourself gushing around Javiâs cock as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, crashing through every inch of your body, euphoria flooding through your veins, screaming his name while he fucked you through your high, desperately chasing his own.Â
âIâll give it to you baby, I- fuck me- Iâll give you everything you want. Iâll give you as many babies as you want. Iâll give you a family, Iâll give you my heart, my soul, my everything, my- oh fuck!âÂ
Javiâs hips stuttered, forcing a low groan to rumble in his throat as he came, the hot ropes of his spend coating your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop inside you, still pulsing and thrusting inside you, ensuring that nothing went to waste.Â
Slumping his body on top of yours, your chests rose and fell in sync, trying your best to catch your breaths as you came down from your highs, your mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss to try and ground you back to reality.Â
âHoly fuckâŠâ You whispered through your labored pants, laughing to yourself from the pure bliss of what had just happened, staring up at Javi with a radiant grin, brushing the sweat-dampened curls from his forehead.Â
Javi hissed as he carefully pulled out, leaning back enough to see the smile on your face, gently cupping your cheek as he looked down at you with a goofy grin of his own.Â
âOsita⊠Were you being- baby, were you serious about what you said?âÂ
âJav, I donât think Iâve ever been more serious about anything in my entire life. Is-is that okay with you?â You asked, biting down on your lip.Â
âIs that okay with me?â He asked, almost mockingly, chucking to himself as he shook his head in disbelief, âWe can really throw it away tomorrow?âÂ
âYup.âÂ
âAnd you wonât bring it with you on the honeymoon?âÂ
âNope.â You replied, popping the âpâ at the end of the word.Â
âAnd thereâs- holy fuck- thereâs a chance you could actually get pregnant soon?â Javi asked, his face glowing brighter and brighter with each question he asked.Â
âMmmhhmmm. Well, I mean, it might not happen right away but- Ahhhh Javi!â You giggled as your husband aggressively peppered ticklish kisses across your entire face, making you squeal and squirm in delight.Â
âFuck, I love you so much. Thank you.â Javi smiled, tears welling in his eyes as he looked down at you.Â
âJav, baby, donât cry! Why are you crying, you dork?âÂ
âYouâve given me everything Iâve ever wanted. You married me, weâre gonna have a family, itâs just- fuck, I promise, that I wanna spend the rest of my life until the day I die showing you how thankful I am that you chose me. That you gave me all the things I stopped thinking I deserved. I love you so much, it fucking hurts, Osita. Thank you for choosing me.âÂ
Sitting up, you threw your arms around Javi, pulling him close to you in the tightest hug you could muster, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the weight of his body melt into yours, your bodies intertangled as one.Â
âJavi, youâre the only one it ever could be. Te amo mĂĄs de lo que las palabras pueden expresar. (I love you more than words can say).âÂ
âHey! Lovebirds! Are yâall in here?âÂ
Over the music and chatter of the party outside, you and Javi had been completely oblivious to the all too familiar southern twang of Steveâs voice behind the bedroom door, gently knocking from the outside after being sent on a mission to find where in the world the two of you had been for nearly a half hour.Â
âHello? Mr. and Mrs. Peña?â Steve rapped again, getting nothing in response but silence. Steve shrugged, drunk enough to have no fear to pound on the door repeatedly until the two of you showed up, now reaching down at the doorknob and giving it a jiggle.Â
Steve was shocked to find that he could turn the handle, writing off the fact that they two of you would be in a room with an unlocked door after the 10 pounds of shit he had given Javi, and with his inhibitions severely lowered, he had no problem cranking the knob and pushing the bedroom door wide open.Â
âHello? Earth to Javi and Mrs. Peña, are yâall in here or not because I- Oh Jesus Christ!â Steve shrieked, opening up the door to see you and Javi, your dress still hoisted up to your waist, and Javiâs bare ass completely on display, making the both of you scream just as loud in surprise at your unwanted visitor.Â
âMurphy! Get the fuck out!â Javi snarled, quickly scrambling to try and pull your dress back down and his pants back up.Â
âJesus Fuckinâ Christ!â Steve yelled, immediately bringing his hand to his face to cover up his eyes, trying to drunkenly stumble as quickly as he could back out of the room, but, because of his intoxicated state and self-imposed lack of vision, Steve found himself colliding head first with the wall, knocking himself to the ground before crawling across the floor like a frazzled toddler, kicking the door closed behind him.Â
For as devastatingly embarrassed as you were by the whole debacle, you couldnât help but cackle at the impeccable comedic timing of the whole thing, snickering to yourself as Javi finished buckling back up his pants and helping you up to stand before storming to the door, opening it to find Steve still sprawled on the floor in an a hysteric fit.Â
âAre you fucking serious, Murph?â Javi growled, completely unamused.Â
âGod, I shoulda kept my bit that Connie cut in my speech. Yâall do know that doors have locks, right? Might be helpful if yâall learned how to use âem. Just food for thought.â Steve giggled, watching both of your faces grow beet red in embarrassment and at a loss for words.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â Javi asked, pinching the arch of his nose between his fingers, shaking his head in frustration, looking down the hallway to make sure that Steve was the only presence you needed to worry about.Â
âIâm tryinâ to save your asses before someone else worse than me walks in on the two of you gettinâ it on. Yâall do realize youâve been gone for almost 45 minutes right? Being the- oh shit-â Steve paused, letting out a giant burp,â âcuse me, being the good Best Man I am, I decided to try and find you two idiots before people started askinâ too many questions. So, youâre welcome.â Steve grunted, pushing himself up to stand, cocking his head at the both of, hands on his hips, trying to prove his point. âAlso, do you two anything else besides fuc-âÂ
âSteve! Jesus Christ, will you shut the fuck up!â Javi groaned, staring down at the floor, taking a deep breath to compose himself before he decided to kick Steve right back down to the ground again.Â
â...Itâs really been 45 minutes?â You grimaced, looking back between Steve and Javi, shrugging at your husband that any longer, your mom would have been on a search party for you, and it would have been your whole family at Javiâs bedroom door instead of just Steve.Â
âYeah, and Iâm the first to come lookinâ after ya, so again, youâre welcome. Jesus, Javi, you can really last for 45 fuckin minutes? How the-âÂ
âMurphy!âÂ
âSorryâŠâÂ
âFuck meâŠ.âÂ
âThink you and your wife already took care of that oneâŠâ Steve muttered under his breath, trying not to laugh.
âI swear to God, SteveâŠâÂ
âOkay, Iâm done! Iâm done! Swear!â Steve held up his hands in defense, taking a step back away from Javi.  Â
âWill you please just give us a minute, Murph?â Javi sighed, running his hand through his hair, trying with every bone in his body to keep his patience with his drunken friend.Â
âFine, fine, fine. 1 minute. Iâm counting. Use your time wisely and appropriately, you sickos.â Steve snickered, disappearing down the hallway, only to peek his head back out around the corner. âAnd Jav?â
âWhat, Murph?âÂ
âYour flyâs undone.â
As you and Javi sheepishly made your way back out to the backyard, you couldn't have been more relieved to see that at this point, anyone still left at your reception was far too drunk to care that you had been missing, seeing that almost all of your guests were out on the dance floor, partying away without a care in the world, or any inkling of what you and Javi had been up to.Â
âLonger than a minute, but beggars canât be choosers I guess.â Steve chuckled, creeping up behind you with two drinks in hand, passing them both off to you and Javi. âHere. Figured I owe ya a drink. These are on me.âÂ
âWe paid for the bar, Murph.âÂ
âAlright, well I guess these ones are on you, Grumpy Pants.â Steve grumbled mockingly, holding up his hands in defense, trying not to stumble over his own two feet as he made his way back to the dance floor.Â
âRemind me again why I picked him to be my best man?â Javi laughed, taking a sip of his drink, the both of you snickering as you watched Steve whip out some questionable dance moves to âDonât Stop Me Nowâ by Queen blaring in the background and Connie shake her head at her husband.Â
âBecause you love him. Donât get me wrong, heâs an idiot, but heâs a good guy.â You smiled, giving Javi a little nudge, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the dance floor. âHey-â You paused, holding up your glass and raising it to Javiâs. âCheers.âÂ
âCheers to what, Osita?â Javi asked, wrapping his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he brought his glass next to yours.Â
âCheers to us. I love you so much, Javier Peña, it makes me sick. Sicker than all this tequila is gonna make me tomorrow after I keep drinking it the rest of the night.âÂ
The two of you snorted, goofily clinking your glasses and taking a hefty sip of your drinks as you looked out on the dance floor, your hearts overflowing with love and joy to know that you were surrounded by all of the people in the world you cared about most, even the ones that couldnât be physically with you, to celebrate the biggest day of your life and the start of your new forever.Â
âCheers, Hermosa. I love you so goddamn much. Maybe the hangover will help distract the nerves on the flight tomorrow.â Javi smirked, taking another sip of his drink as he shook you playfully in his grasp, your faces both lighting up as you remembered that tomorrow, you be in the Bahamas for the next 10 days, where the only thing you needed to worry about was where you wanted to lay on the beach, what drink you wanted in your hand, and now, seeing how quickly Javi could get you pregnant.Â
âOh shut up.â You sighed, giving Javi a little slap to the chest before taking another sip of your drink, looking up at Javi with heavy lashes, batting your eyes at him. âYou just have to remind me that I have to do some unpacking before we leave tomorrow.âÂ
âUnpacking?â Javi asked, tilting his head in confusion at you, the gears in his brain turning as you bit down on your lip, raising your eyebrow at him, waiting for him to piece together your clue. âOh. Oh.âÂ
Javiâs eyes went wide as he remembered what you meant, heart racing in anticipation, never imagining before today that he would have been so excited to actively throw away birth control to try and have a kid.
âCan we throw it away tonight?â Javi pleaded, his puppy dog eyes in full effect.Â
âIâm not sure what difference tonight and tomorrow morning is gonna make, but sure. Happy wedding present.â You giggled, pressing up onto your tiptoes to plant a long, hot kiss.Â
âBest fucking gift I could ask for besides the fact I finally get to call you my wife.âÂ
As the end of the song slowly faded out, âEverybody (Backstreetâs Back)â began to play next in the background, your face lighting up in excitement and Javiâs eyes rolling, hearing the song that had been most likely the biggest controversy of your entire wedding planning process now bumping through the speakers, followed by the cheers and hollers of your guests.Â
âI told you people would want to hear this song.â You said smugly, crossing your arms over your chest, popping your hip at Javi as you sassed him, making him shake his head at your theatrics.Â
âIt doesnât stop it from being a stupidly annoying song.âÂ
âA stupidly annoying song that people love. A stupidly annoying song that your wife loves.â You teased. âWhaddya say, Peña, can you stand this unbearably stupid song to go dance with me?Â
âIâd dance to this song with you a million times if it means I get to dance with you.âÂ
Grabbing Javi by the hand, you tugged him out to the dance floor in a fit of giggles and smiles, jumping along and dancing to the beat song after song the rest of the night with your friends, family and husband.Â
You couldn't help but catch yourself stopping now and again to smile to yourself to take everything in, feeling like you needed to pinch yourself to make sure this was all really real. Just over a year ago, your life felt like it had hit an all time low. You had moved halfway across the country to try and run from your pain, desperate to find any way to bring yourself any ounce of peace in your ocean of hurt. It felt like fate had forsaken you for the worst, kicking you while you were down, and leaving destruction in its wake.Â
But never in a million years would you have believed that fate would have sent you with a one way ticket to Laredo, Texas, and that trip would bring so much more than just the glimmer of hope you longed for. It had brought you peace, comfort, the acceptance you werenât sure you would have ever allowed yourself to feel. Laredo had brought you everything you never expected, and all of the things you never thought you deserved.Â
It brought you Javi- the man who single handedly changed your life for the better, loving you unconditionally for every part of your being and piecing back together the parts of your heart you had left broken.
It brought you the man you now got to call your husband.Â
Fate and life have funny ways of working together to bring you the things you need the most when you least expect them. And today, as you got to marry the love of your life and your very best friend, you knew youâd be forever thankful that fate stepped in when you needed it most.Â
La vida es graciosa, no lo crees? (Life is funny, isnât it?)
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Ahhh why am I crying rn? đą Like I know I'm about to start my period but this seriously got me in my feels. So, so sweet and gentle and I absolutely loved that it was mostly from Joel's pov. AND it was still so hot as well. Like cmon what more could you ask for in a fic. đâ€ïžđ€
Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something đ€·ââïžđ
Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will đ
Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it â€
Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader
Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions đ€, self deprecating Joelâą, big dick Joelâą, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting
W/C: 1.9k
Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.
What Matters
âAre you sure, baby?âÂ
Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. Youâve probably lost track of how many times heâs asked you if youâre sure.Â
âYes, Joel, Iâm sure,â you laugh breathily.Â
Youâre both lying in his bed, half-naked. Thereâs a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sunâs going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He canât help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.
Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. Heâs not stupid, he knows that you know heâs just trying to waste time, but you let him. Youâre so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. Itâs not that he doesnât want to be with you in this way, but that heâs worried he wonât be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him.Â
But what if he canât?
Youâre younger, after all, and heâs not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarahâs mom. If thatâs the case, itâs been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, youâre probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he canât? What if itâs been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes?Â
It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because heâs not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. Youâre so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. Youâd wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be.Â
But thatâs not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now.Â
âJoel?âÂ
His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply canât ignore.Â
âPlease,â you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it.Â
âAlright, sweetheart. Iâve got you.âÂ
And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right.Â
Youâre already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. Itâs another thing he was worried aboutâbeing so big. Joelâs not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of hisâŠattributes.Â
He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once heâs about halfway in. Youâre so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. Heâs again reminded of just how long itâs been since heâs felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself.Â
âShit, baby,â he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes.Â
His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration youâre looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows heâll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. Thereâs a reason the two of you have only been âtogetherâ for about four months even though youâve been shamelessly flirting for about a year.Â
It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows youâve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? Heâs never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things youâve ever wanted for yourself.Â
âYou okay?â Your honeyed voice reaches his earsâor his good ear, ratherâand he smiles at you.Â
ââCourse, baby. Jusâ gotta give me a second, alright?â He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. âItâs been a minute.âÂ
You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you?Â
Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. Heâs already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts.Â
âYou feel so good,â you whine.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, so dâ you. âLike goddamn heaven.â And you do; overwhelmingly so.
He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows heâs found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure.Â
âH-honey, I have to pull out,â he grits out. Heâs so embarrassed, it hasnât even been five minutes. He wonât last long enough for you to come before him.
But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. âItâs okay, Joel,â you breathily assure him.Â
He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesnât meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.
âIâm sorry, baby, IââÂ
âJoel,â You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. âItâs okay.â You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. âTake as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determineââÂ
You both realize what you said at the same time. Joelâs eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesnât realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face.Â
You love him. You said it. And he believes you.Â
âI love you too, baby,â he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. âSo damn much.â Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and thatâs all that matters.Â
Then youâre both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each otherâs lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin.Â
âJoel, p-please,â you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him.Â
He doesnât waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back.Â
He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless heâs watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back.Â
It doesnât take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm.Â
By the time youâre coming down, heâs back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time.Â
You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now.Â
You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that youâve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like youâre addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.
It still doesnât take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but itâs too fucking much. He canât hold it off when you feel so good around him. Itâs like torture to stave off his orgasm when heâs thrusting into your soft heat.Â
âWhere dâ you want me, honey?â Joel asks you, his voice strained.Â
âInside,â you whisper against his neck without a second thought.
And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks heâs almost done, thereâs another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria.Â
When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts.Â
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eeeek, this is so fricken good!!!! I was tearing up at all cute moments with Frankie and his daughter, my god was it cute. And then for you to hit me with some of the sexiest, sauciest, bar smut ever and then to finish me off with a jaw-dropping cliff hanger. But boy, did I enjoy every secound of it. I am on my knees praying and patiently waiting for the next, no doubt toe-curling part, to this already fantastic series. đ©đ€€đ
Ch1: New Beginnings
teacher!reader x student's dad!Frankie Morales || W/C: 8.8k
Ch. Summary: Frankie gets introduced to a new opportunity for his daughter, Elena. You get introduced to your new job. In celebration of these new beginnings, you both set out to a night at the bar, completely unaware that your paths are about to cross.
Content/Warnings: F!reader (she/her), female sex anatomy, reader is able-bodied. No physical descriptions of reader. Slight description of readerâs outfit (no size descriptions). TĂo Santi (& TF Miller boys) makes an appearance. Slight implication reader understands some Spanish. Going out to bar/consumption of alcohol. Flirting. POV switch, mainly Frankie this chapter. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Sexual activity while under the influence of alcohol (you've slowed down your alcohol intake by that point, though). âAuthor Chose Not to Apply Archive Warningsâ because it may result in spoilers (but thereâs smut hereâŠ).
A/N: thank you to @honeyedmiller for proof-reading this for me, and thank you to @javierpena-inatacvest for peer pressuring me into giving my little idea an actual chance. I love love love you both sm𩶠to everyone, I truly hope you enjoy!! All my love xx
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August 2024
âThank you so much for coming in, Mr. Morales.â
âItâs no problem at all, Mrs. Adams, is- is, um, is everything okay? Is Elena doing alright?â Frankie asks the second grade teacher, concerned.Â
The school year hasnât started yet, but from time to time, the school does accelerated summer sessions that last a few weeks up until the actual start date of the school year. Elena always attends these sessions, begging her dad every summer to sign her up for one because I need to learn more! sheâd tell him. How could he deny her the chance to expand that beautiful mind of hers?
âOh, yes, everything is good! Elena is wonderful, and thatâs actually why I asked you to come in,â she states. âAre you aware of how smart that girl is?â
Frankie canât help the cheesy grin that spreads across his face. âYeah, sheâs always too excited to show me her progress reports and report cards, always pulling them out before we even leave the parking lot at the end of her days,â he beams.Â
âOh, I bet. She blows me away everyday, that girl,â Mrs. Adams says genuinely. âSo much so that I actually think she shouldnât be attending here anymore,â the teacher adds, softer than the rest of her previous statements.Â
Frankieâs eyebrows twist in confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, donât get me wrong, I love having Elena, and everyone in this school loves her, too. Sheâs one of our brightest. But,â she sighs. âShe is so damn smart, Mr. Morales. Iâd go as far as to say sheâs a prodigy.â
âOh,â Frankie says, pleasantly surprised and confused. He still doesnât know where sheâs getting at. He tells her as much.Â
âWhat Iâm trying to say is- Elena isnât getting the proper brain stimulation someone of her level needs. She needs to go somewhere that will increase her levels at the fast rate sheâs moving and somewhere that will stimulate the creative parts of her brain. Traditional public schoolâat least hereâcannot provide her with that.â
Frankie has always known his daughterâs natural intelligence. She often comes home either excited because they worked on a topic sheâs really good at, or she comes home really bored and exhaustedâbecause they worked on a topic sheâs really good at. Itâs too repetitive for her, but he wasnât sure what other options he had.Â
Frankie takes a moment to think. âEven if I did move her to a school that has all this, it sounds like it would cost a lot of money. Money that I unfortunately donât have right now,â he says with a heavy breath.Â
Mrs. Adamsâ smile grows ten times bigger. âMr. Morales-â
âFrankie, please,â he corrects.Â
âFrankie, thereâs a school for the gifted connected to our local university just a few miles down the way. I used to work there, and I have friends there. Please forgive me if Iâve overstepped, but Iâve spoken to the Director of Admissions. Thereâs a waitlist, and barely any get admittedâand itâs by semester, so youâll have to keep up with re-enrolling herâbut I told them all about Elena. They want her, Frankie. No waitlist. No tuition. They want her for this new semester. And I really think you should go for it.â
Frankie sits in Mrs. Adamsâ office, utterly stunned. Heâs sure his jaw is on the floor right now, eyes bugged out like those squeezable stress toys. âI- I donât know what to sayâŠâ Frankie trails off.Â
âI know itâs a big step,â the teacher comforts. âBut think about it.â She pulls out a card from her desk and hands it to him. âHereâs the directorâs card. Iâll reach out to them to make sure they know to expect your call.âÂ
Frankie knows this is a good thing. He knows these are once in a lifetime opportunities, and he knows if he goes through with this now, those rare opportunities wonât be so rare for her as she gets older. Thatâs all he wants for his daughter; nothing but opportunity and the right kind of challenges meant to help her grow as a person.Â
So why does he feel so nervous? Heâs dealt with change before, and heâs dealt with last-minute, under pressure change up in the sky where his life couldâve been on the lineâbut nothing compares to the anxiety when it involves Elena. Since she was born, she is all heâs ever known. Itâs been him and her against the world, and although some days are more difficult than others doing this parenting thing alone, Frankie wouldnât have it any other way.Â
He gives Mrs. Adams his thank yous and goodbyes, and makes his way to the front office. Itâs 12 oâ clock right nowârecess timeâbut he wouldnât doubt sheâs propped up against a pillar with her nose in a book. He decides to check Elena out early and take her to go get dessert.Â
âSheâll be escorted here in a few minutes,â the front desk lady tells him.Â
âThank you, maâam,â Frankie says, resting his back against the wall.Â
A few minutes pass and the officeâs door bursts open with the heartwarming sounds of his daughterâs giggles, an excited aura filling the room. âÂĄPapi!â she squeals, immediately wrapping her arms around the parts of her father she can reach.Â
âÂĄMija!â he says, matching her energy, pulling her in for a tight squeeze. He kneels down to reach her level, placing a kiss on her forehead before he speaks. âWanna go get dessert?â
Her eyes light up like a million stars. âPlease!!â she replies, her entire body shaking in Frankieâs grasp.Â
Frankie picks her up, and they make their way to the car. Buckling her into her car seat, Frankie settles himself to the driverâs seat and asks the burning question before he pulls off. âBrownie sundae spot or-â
âBROWNIE!â Elena replies immediately. Frankie has to slap his mouth to stop from the uncontrollable laughter bubbling out from his chest. He knew what her answer would be. âOkay, mija, brownie spot it is.â
Their usual brownie sundae spot is in a little diner up the street from their house. Frankie began this little tradition as a way to celebrate Elenaâs wins and milestones. The first milestone they celebrated was for her first word: airplane. Frankie was ecstatic, practically jumping up and down with Elena in his arms until his best friend, Santiago, had to calm him down. âAy, tranquilo, tranquilo,â relax, relax, he said, holding his hands softly around Elenaâs little head.
Todayâs milestone, however, is much bigger than any theyâve celebrated, and the notion is not lost on little Elena.Â
âPapi,â she calls. âAre we celebrating something?âÂ
Frankie chuckles to himself, loving how easily she can put things together. âWe might be, mi amorcito.â
âHm?â She hums, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side as she settles into the booth seat, sitting across from her dad.Â
Their usual waiter comes before they can continue their conversation. âHey, guys! The usual?âÂ
Elena answers first, very excitedly. âYES, YES, BROWNIE SUNDAE!!!â She squeals as she elongates every syllable. Frankie confirms with a head nod as he chuckles at her energy.Â
âWhatâs the occasion?â The waiter says softer, directing the question to Frankie.Â
âWeâll see after I talk with this little lady,â Frankie tells the waiter, extending his long arm out to pinch Elenaâs little cheek.Â
The waiter smiles and walks off, putting the order in with the kitchen and asking for a little bit of a delay to give Frankie enough time to talk things through with his daughter.Â
âSo,â Frankie states.Â
âSo,â his daughter mirrors, putting on her best serious face while fighting the huge grin that wants to break free.Â
âDo you know how smart you are, mija?â Frankie asks, smiling because he knows what sheâs gonna say. Duh, papi, he thinks in his head.
âDuh, papi!â She says, a troublemaking giggle sheâs had since her babbling stages echoes their little corner of the diner.Â
âAlright, little smart ah-â Frankie coughs to stop his mouth. âYou little smarty pants,â he corrects himself.Â
âDaddy, were you about to call me a smartass?â She scolds.Â
His cheeks flush a bright red. âYou spend too much time with TĂo Santi,â he deadpans.Â
She hums, nodding her head triumphantly.Â
âAnyway,â he says, noting in his mind to scold Santi for his mouth around his little girl. âYouâre so smart, mija, I was wondering⊠well, I was wondering if you feel like youâre actually learning?â
âWhat do you mean, papi?â
âWell, everything youâve been learning so far is super easy for you, isnât it?âÂ
She ponders for a moment. âYeah, itâs easy,â she confirms.Â
âDoes it ever make you bored, how easy some days are?â
âA little, yeah,â she says a little softer. âBut itâs okay because I end up helping my friends, and Mrs. Adams tells me Iâm her assistant,â she giggles with pride.Â
âYouâre too good, amor,â he chuckles. âBut what if I told you,â he starts. Immediately, her interest is piqued. âA really fancy, really smart school heard about how smart you are?â
Her chocolate brown eyes widen, and her little jaw drops. âMe?! Really?!â
âYes, baby!â Frankie can feel his excitement rising alongside hers, his initial nervousness fading just as quick. âAnd what if I told you they want you to go to their school?â Elenaâs hands fly to her mouth, suppressing her squeals of joy. Frankie can hear her legs kicking back and forth underneath the table. âWould you wanna go, mi niña inteligente (my smart girl)?â
âSo⊠Iâll learn harder things?â She asks.
âYes,â he swallows thickly. Frankie thinks sheâs having anxiety.Â
Itâs not. âThenâŠâ She settles for her usual diva answer. âDuh, papi!â She giggles, positively radiating pure excitement on this new journey sheâs about to embark on.Â
She wiggles out of her side of the booth to crash into her fatherâs arms, pulling him into the tightest hug ever. As she pulls away and settles next to Frankie, the waiter comes out with the sundae, Congratulations! written in cursive on the side of the plate. Elena reads the message with ease, scooping up the red icing with her finger and licking it up. âThank you!!â She exclaims to the waiter who murmurs a sweet smartest person I know with a ruffle to her curly head of hair.Â
The waiter looks at Frankie with a genuine smile, and Frankie returns it. This diner really has been there for all the Moralesâ family wins. Frankie wonders what other miracles just might happen in this little building.
For the first time in your teaching career, you are nervous.Â
Youâve dealt with gifted children before, and you had no problems juggling public school and the extra side lessons youâd give to the occasional gifted child. People tend to underestimate the amount of prodigal children in the world due to the constant brushing off these adults like to give to developing humans. These little children deserve as much respect and care that any other human deserves, maybe even more. The children are our future, after all.Â
So, now that youâre starting a new job, in a school dedicated to your lifeâs passionâyeah, youâre pretty nervous.Â
This school was created by the stateâs local university; it was their attempt at providing children with an enriching, stimulating environment that the typical school system couldnât care enough to provide, and their attempt was an absolute success. It will take a little while to get themselves off their feet, so tuition and enrolling students is expensive compared to what you would pay for your child in the public education system.Â
However, with time and careful planning, the programâs ultimate goal is to adequately provide to childrens of all needsâregardless of their prodigal statusâfor little to no cost. Itâs definitely an ambitious goal, but itâs one youâre absolutely ready and willing to stick around for.
You were hired this summer, August 1st to be exact. The principalâMs. Sabatinoâcaught wind of the powerhouse of a teacher who goes above and beyond for her students, and she just had to have you on her team. Your interview wasnât even a real interview: it was exchanging logistical information and showing you to your new home base, your new classroom. She told you if you wanted to take the time before the year officially started to make your classroom feel more like you, you could.Â
It took you about a week to settle the vibe of your classroom, and during your preparations, you met a few other teachers, instantly hitting it off with each other that they invited you to their âsemester pregame,â they called it.Â
âYou have to come, Ms. Powerhouse!â Ms. SmithâLinda, she corrected youâexclaimed.Â
âPowerhouse?!â You repeated, a little frightened. You knew coming in that the culture here was very tight-knit, but how fast does word really spread around here?
âYeah, you powerhouse, you!â Mr. WhiteâBlakeâchimes in. âYouâre all anyone is talking about! Honestly, weâve been dying to meet you.â
And lastly, Ms. MarshallâLeahâjoins in. âYouâre a real legend, ya know that, donât you? Sticking to the Rebel theme we got going on here,â she smirks, referring to their schoolâs mascot, the Rebels.Â
You flush under all their praise. âI really donât know what you guys are talking about,â you say softly. âIâm just trying to do whatâs best for our kiddos, like any of us would.â A proud smile graces your face, and not for the things youâve done, but for the amazing students youâve had the honor of meeting and teaching. There truly isnât a better feeling.Â
The three teachers share a knowing look, the one that tells you they think youâre just trying to be humble. Their hums of secret agreement donât escape your super-teacher hearing.Â
Ms. Marshall is the one to speak again. âAre you going to come though? We really would love to have you. Weâve been trying to find someone who can hold their alcohol better than Mr. Lightweight here can,â she cackles, pointing over to Mr. White, who now has an offended look on his face.Â
âIâll have you know-â he starts. âOh, Blake, enough with the excuses already!â Ms. Smith cuts him off.Â
You giggle at their banter, your apprehensiveness about this little squad slowly melting away. âIâm afraid if youâre looking for someone who can hold their own, that person is not meâŠbut I would absolutely love to join you guys. When and where is this pregame?â
âYAAASSSSSS!â Ms. Smith is quick to squeal. Sheâs definitely the life of the party with these three. âWe have it the Saturday before the semester starts! So, the 17th I believe. Itâs a bit risky depending on how plastered we end up getting, but itâs all a part of the fun,â she says with a wink.Â
You reach for your phone in your back pocket, unlocking and letting your three new friends put their phone numbers in. You group text them so they have your number, too. âPerfect! I canât wait,â you say sheepishly, your excitement slowly rising as their smiles begin to mirror your own. Itâs been a while since you let yourself go and get lost in something else other than work, and you think this little pregame is exactly what youâve been needing.
âOh, come on, Fish! You have to come out with us!â Santi tells you, giving Frankieâs shoulder a punch of encouragement.
Frankie hisses at the impact, swatting Santiâs hand away with a scowl. âNo.â
âFish,â Santi reasons. âThe Millers havenât seen you in a hot minute since my âLena girl was born, man. They miss you. Especially Benny, you know how sensitive that man gets. And! We need to celebrate this new chapter for you and âLena!â
âWe already celebrated,â Frankie corrects. âAt the diner.âÂ
âAn adult celebration, Fish. When was the last time you let yourself go?â
Frankie sighs. Santiâs right. âWho would watch Elena?â
âI already spoke with Yavonna last night,â Santi says, a tinge of hope laced in his voice.Â
âLet me talk to Elena-â
âFish, sheâll be fine-â
Frankie holds his hand out to signal Santi to shut up. âLet me talk to Elena,â he repeats, âand let her know our plans for tomorrow night. You know I donât do anything without running it through with her first.âÂ
Santiâs face is happier than a toddler getting ice cream for breakfast. He claps him on his shoulder, âFuck yeah, man! Frontier boys back at it again!â
Frankie grimaces. âPope, cĂĄllate, por favor,â shut up, please, he says, pinching the bridge of his nose as he kicks Santi out for the night.Â
âTell âLena TĂo Santi says buenas noches (good night) please since her daddy likes to kick me out so soon,â Santi taunts, a fake offended look on his face.Â
âNo,â Frankie says. Then he shuts the door.Â
Frankie lets a few moments pass to make sure Santi was out of sight before he calls out to his daughter. âBaby, tĂo Santi wishes you good night!â
Elena comes running down the stairs. âHe left already?!â
âYeah, sorry kiddo,â Frankie frowns, meeting her at the end of the stairs to kiss her forehead.Â
âItâs okay,â she says. âYou kicked him out again, didnât you, daddy?â
âY-yeah, yeah I did,â Frankie stutters. Thereâs no lying to this little Einstein.Â
âHey, baby?â Frankie says again, crouching down to his knees to meet her level. âDo you remember Yavonna? TĂo Santiâs girlfriend?â
Her gears turn before recognition sparks in her eyes. âYeah!â
âWell, would you be okay if papi went out tomorrow? And you and Yavonna have a girlsâ night?â He asks.Â
Elenaâs smile turns mischievous as she pulls her dad in for a hug, whispering in his ear. âAre you going on a date?â
âMmm, tĂo Santi is nice and all, but heâs too much a pain in my ass for me to wanna go on a date with him,â he retorts. âSo, no, no date. Just spending some time with your annoying uncle and some of our other old friends.âÂ
âOh, okay,â Elena says as she giggles. âHave fun, papi!â
âI will, baby, thank you,â he says, pulling her into one last hug before they both venture off to bed.
Itâs Monday morning, one week before the semester starts, and Frankie is buzzing. Heâs nervous and excited for his daughter, but he can tell this new environment is one that gets heavily involvedâin both the child and the guardianâs life.
Heâll do anything for Elena, of course, and it isnât like he wasnât involved at her old school. But this one makes it feel like heâs also attending this place. The thought terrifies his socially anxious heart.Â
He puts his car in park and practices a few breathing exercises before he gets out. He has a meeting with the principal todayâMs. Sabatino?, he tries to remember. This meeting is for her to finally get to know him, and for the paperwork to get finalized. And because they arenât charging him for this semester, he also needs to fill out some waivers.Â
He makes his way to her office, checking in at the front desk and waiting to be pulled back. His hand fidgets at his side, the nerves getting to him again.Â
âMr. Morales?â A voice calls out, pulling him from his nerves. âMs. Sabatino is ready for you, first door to your left.âÂ
âThank you,â he replies. He softly knocks on the door before entering.Â
âMr. Morales! Come in, come in!â Ms. Sabatino waves him over. âSit, make yourself comfortable! Itâs so nice to finally meet you.âÂ
âItâs nice to meet you as well, maâam, and please, just Frankie is good,â he tells her, a slight shyness in his voice and demeanor.Â
âOkay then, Frankie,â she smiles. âLetâs see here,â she says, squinting to her computer. âDo you have the enrollment forms?â
âYes, right here,â Frankie sets the folder in front of her.Â
âPerfect, thank you,â she replies. âHere, you fill these waiver forms out that we talked about while I upload your forms in for Elenaâs profile.âÂ
Frankie mutters a quick okay, sounds good, before Ms. Sabatino speaks again. âWhile we get through these formalities though, did you have any questions for me? About the program, the teachers, literally anything at all besides what the meaning of life is?â she tries to joke, sensing Frankieâs anxiety.Â
Mrs. Adams already gave him the rundown of this place, but the financial conversation has been clouding his mind since he first found out about this place. âWell, actually, yes, I wanted to talk to you about the cost,â he starts.Â
âThe cost is no issue, I promise you,â she reassures. But itâs not that. Although Frankie has major social anxiety, heâll be damned if he comes off as a freeloaderâeven though absolutely no one here views him that way.Â
âNo, I understand, but itâs more so that-â he pauses, taking a deep breath before he tries again. âIâm a single dad. Iâm the one catering for both Elena and I. Weâre not very well off, but weâre also not entirely poor. Just enough toâŠnot really afford this place,â he shakes his head, heâs rambling. âAnyway- sorry. What Iâm trying to say is, money isnât an issue, but I canât just sit here and not do anything to pay you guys back, even if it isnât in a monetary sense.âÂ
This piques the principalâs interest. She nods her head, taking a moment to measure her response. The computer pings as she thinks to herself, signaling that itâs done uploading the forms. She hands Frankie the folder back. He takes it, handing her the completed waiver. âI respect it,â she finally states. âA lot.â
âY-yeah,â he says, not really sure how to respond to that.Â
Ms. Sabatino spins in her chair, pausing towards a drawer underneath her desk. She pulls out a little booklet of some sort.Â
âI have one idea,â she offers.Â
Frankieâs ears perch up. âYeah? Anything,â he replies.
âItâs a lot to ask of a parent,â she says. âAnd I know youâre eager, but hear me out before you agree. And if youâd like to say no, then say no, thatâs all I ask.â
âDeal,â Frankie tells her.
âSo, last semester, the head of our PTAâthe Parent-Teacher Associationâquit on us. She quit and also unenrolled her child. Some weird drama, it was very unavoidable if she knew how to communicate properly⊠anyway, we are actually in need of a new head. I will admit, itâs a lot, but youâll have me by your side, and I know a few of the parents would help show you the ropes and help you with anything you need.âÂ
Out of everything, Frankie was not expecting this. Itâs evident in the shocked look on his face.Â
âLike I said, I donât need an answer right now-â
âWhat about the existing PTA parents?â Frankie blurts out. He may have not been PTA-level involved with his daughter, but he knows the seriousness in which parents take their roles when it comes to this.Â
âI appoint the head, and choosing one out of all of them would⊠to be frank⊠be a bloodbath. This PTA needs a fresh face. A new perspective. I can tell youâre nervous, but I can also tell youâre ambitious. I can tell youâd do anything for your daughter first and foremost. That is what my PTA needs. The rest of those parents- God- I love them, but theyâre more worried about looking good and their brownie points with me than their kidsâ experiences.â
If Frankie was unsure before, he definitely isnât now. All he wants is the best for his daughter, and honestly, it makes him disappointed to hear where these parentsâ priorities are. Heâs absolutely scared shitless about doing this, but he canât stop the next words that come out of his mouth. âIâll do it.â
Her eyebrows fly up. âAre you sure?â
He isn't, he thinks. âYes,â he tells her.
âOh- okay, then,â Ms. Sabatino smiles bigger than before. She picks up the booklet from earlier and hands it to Frankie. âRead this over- theyâre just some little rules weâve established to keep the environment thriving for our kids. Weâve never had any issues beforeâŠbesides last semester⊠but yeah, itâs just a precautionary measure. Thank you so much again, Frankie, and please if it does get too much, do not hesitate to let me know if youâd like to quit.âÂ
He looks down to the book in his hand. The Rebels Guide - PTA Addition. Heâs definitely not cut out for this. âThank you, Ms. Sabatino. Iâll let you know. And I really appreciate you considering me for this. You have a good rest of your day,â Frankie says as he exits.
What the fuck am I doing? He thinks to himself as he gets himself into his car.Â
The rule book stares at Frankie as he drives. Stopped at a red light, he decides to place it in the glove compartment of his car. Heâll grab it later. For now, he needs it out of his view before he spirals.
Saturday, August 17th. Semester Pregame Day.Â
Youâre in the middle of picking out your outfit when a flood of texts come through your phone.Â
[5:47PM Linda] You bitches ready?!
[5:48PM Leah] Iâve been ready, just waiting on Mr. Lightweight to get hereâŠÂ
[5:48PM Blake] Yeah okay, Iâm not giving you a ride anymore, good luck.
[5:49PM Leah] Blake, Iâm kidding, get your ass over here.Â
[5:49PM Blake] Iâve been outside, smartass.Â
[5:53PM Leah] Linda, weâre on the way to you. Ms. Powerhouse, are you sure you donât want a ride?Â
[5:55PM] Please do not call me that.. And yes, Iâm sure! Iâm still picking out what Iâm gonna wear to be honest. I think Iâm gonna be a few minutes late.Â
[5:56PM Linda] OOOOO GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO GET LAID?
[5:57PM Leah] đ
[5:57PM Leah] Blake is driving, but he also would like to say: đ
[5:58PM] Umm. No. I canât make myself look nice for my friends?Â
[5:58PM Linda] In this world? Not without a motif, no.Â
[5:59PM] Wow.Â
[5:59PM] Okay, Iâve gotta finish getting ready. See you guys in a bit.Â
You toss your phone on your bed, not wanting to make yourself any later than you already are. They are right, you donât necessarily have to get all dressed up. And itâs not like youâre getting laid anytime soon, let alone tonight. Right? Gosh, itâs been a hot minute since youâve had any action. Well, okay, if you count your trustee wand, then itâs been about an hour since youâve got some⊠but human interaction? Yeah, no.Â
You shake away the deprived thoughts your new friends planted in your brain settling for a sage green tank top with a lace lining at your chest. Something casual yet not too casual, slightly flashy but not too flashy. And since itâs in the middle of August, you decide on some black jean shorts.Â
Itâs 6:15 by the time you head in your car. They wanted to get there around 6:30, so youâre not too far behind after all. It definitely helps that the bar they chose was a seven minute drive.Â
When you enter the bar, you spot the trio immediately, huddled by a tall table, all already cheering with shots. Linda spots you with a squeal, sending Leah to grab another round with a fourth shot this time.Â
With the mischievous party glint in her eyes, already you can tell what kind of night youâre going to have. One that makes you think maybe you shouldâve caught a ride.Â
The first shot goes down roughly, an immediate fiery burn sliding down your throat as Linda shoves a lime in your mouth afterwards. âTequiiilllaaaa shootttsss!!â She sings, already on her fourth to your first.Â
The second and third round slides down much smoother, your entire body beginning to heat up from its effects. Tequila has always had a fast effect on you, making you buzzed after one shot and effectively fucking you up after the third. Maybe you were a lightweight. Nonetheless, you indulge in one more peer-pressured round from Linda before you settle on a sugary sweet mixed drink paired with a glass of ice cold water.
Linda disappears to the small dance floor while Blake convinces the people at the pool table to let him join. Itâs just you and Leah at the table now, talking here and there, but mainly just watching the other two have their fun from afar.Â
âSo how long have you guys been doing this?â You shout over the loud music. Once the clock hit 7pm, the music was definitely hitting the threshold for ear damage.Â
Leah looks at you with a genuine smile. Sheâs content watching her friends be social butterflies. She has them in her presence and thatâs all that matters. âWeâve been doing this for a few years now, really. Linda was at the school first, then I got hired a semester after her. Then Blake got hired a semester after me. And because we were all relatively new, we all just sort of- gravitated towards each other,â she explains. âI donât know what Iâd do without them, honestly. In and outside of the school, those two are very important in my life,â she breathes in a sniffle, quiet enough to go unheard, but since youâre watching her, you catch it in combination with a tear she sneakily wipes away.Â
Itâs your turn for your eyes to gloss up. âThatâs really beautiful,â you tell her.Â
Leah laughs a little. âYeah. But donât tell them though. Iâll have to strangle you,â she says in a mock sternness. Weirdly enough, you think thereâs truth behind that.Â
You pull your hands up in a surrendering motion, âPromise,â you respond with a smirk. âIâm gonna go get another drink. Want?â
âWhat are you getting?â
âWas honestly just gonna sip on beer and water the rest of the night. Iâm tapped out.â
âMe too,â she grins. âIâll get what you get.â
Making your way up to the bartender, you politely wait until she comes up to you. âWhat can I get you, doll?â
âTwo beers, please, and also two waters, but can you give me the waters after I set the beers down at my table?â you ask a little shyly.Â
The bartender gives you a sweet smile. âI got you, honey.â
She hands you the beers, and you make your way to Leah. âI gotta grab the waters real fast, give me one second,â you say, already whipping around and making your way back.Â
In that short span of time, the bartender was met with a crowd of needy newly aged adults, swarming her with requests. She looks at you, but you give her a nod, signaling itâs okay.Â
Two minutes, she mouths.Â
You sit down on the stool in front of you while you wait, turning to check on Leah. Her eyes are back on her friends, a warmth radiating from her smile. Only now, youâre a part of her rotation, and the warmth is reciprocated to you, too. And to think you were hesitant with this bunch.Â
As you sit and wait for the bartender, a group of four rowdy men take up the bar space beside you. One of them even bumps into your side, and youâre quick to jump. âHey, watch it!â You yell over the noise.Â
A large hand grabs onto the guyâs shoulder and pulls him away from you. The bar is loud, but it doesnât stop his deep gruff from blessing your ears. âBenny, watch where youâre fucking going, man!â
âOh, shit,â the tall, lean man turns to you. âIâm so sorry, I wasnât paying attention..â he starts. You can feel the man fight for his life to stay on your eyes. He darts to your lips for a millisecond before he brings them back up. âCan I⊠Let me buy you a drink? To apologize?â He smirks like he just pulled the smoothest flirt attempt ever. Your eyebrows furrow in annoyance, but before you can say anything, the large hand from earlier is pulling the manâBenny, apparentlyâaway from you and to the other end where their other friends are. âPendejo,â he mutters under his breath towards his friend.Â
You stifle a giggle. The man, your savior, finally actually looks at you, and at first he was going to ask if you understood what he said, but the moment your eyes meet, itâs like all the airflow was vacuumed clean out of his lungs, leaving him mentally gasping like a fish out of water. Physically, though, he keeps it cool. Or, at least, tries to.Â
âHi- uh, Iâm- Iâm Frankie- look, Iâm real sorry about my friend back there, he can be real stupid sometimes,â he mutters, his rosy cheeks bright on display, no alcohol to blame it on.Â
As he rambles, only then are you able to get a good look at this manâat Frankie, he calls himself. A baseball cap sits on his head, hiding what you can make out as curly hair. The dim light of the bar ruins your view slightly, but you are both near the warm light that emanates from the side of the bar, so your view is not completely obstructed. You can see beautiful brown, puppy dog eyes with a pretty scruff that grows haphazardly across his cheeks and jaw, and above his lip, too.Â
âDonât worry about it, Frankie,â you manage as you look up at him. Heâs still standing. Youâre sitting on an elevated bar seat, and you still have to crane your neck. Good lord, heâs tall. You introduce yourself with a smile, holding your hand out for him to take. You have to fight your body not to shudder at the warmth of his hand.Â
Little do you know, heâs also fighting the same battle as you.Â
âCan I get you a drink, Frankie?â you ask. Usually youâd never do this, but there is just something about him. You need to know more.Â
âUh,â you see him flush, an internal battle going on in his brain. Is it the battle of the so-called bro-code where he canât hit on you because his friend did or because he should be offering you a drink?Â
He looks back to his friend. Yup, the bro-code. You quirk your brow at him.Â
âYeah, okay,â he says with a grin as he perches himself to the bar seat beside you. âIâll have a beer,â he tells you.Â
âComing right up,â you smirk, winking at him before you try and regain the bartenderâs attention.Â
You text Leah a quick Iâm sorry, to which she replies with the eyes emoji again along with a winky face. Of course she saw everything.Â
The bartender comes to you and apologizes for earlier with the other group and then apologizes again when she admits she completely forgot to come back to you. She tells you this round of beers for you and Frankie are on the house. You try to tip her, but she doesnât accept.Â
Frankie is really nice. Really handsomeâŠand sexyâŠbut you try to ignore the heat tingling between your legs because of the fact that Frankie is really nice.Â
As your two beers listen in on your conversation, untouched and sweaty, youâve come to learn a good amount about Frankie. Like the fact that heâs a bashful boy, but you can tell he has no problem getting what he wants when the confidence strikes him. Youâve been witness to it a few times tonightâa hand on your knee there, a tucking of your hair behind your ear here, a long glance at your lips as you lick the residual drip of your drinkâand it does nothing to calm your coreâs ache.Â
The one that really sent you over the edge though was when he made you laugh particularly hard, your reaction was to lean into him. He took the opportunity to grab onto your seat and pull you against him, his thick highs entrapping both of yours.
âOh-!â you gasp involuntarily, your eyes immediately searching for his. His gaze is dark, and so is yours.Â
Although quite nervous, Frankieâs confidence has spiked being in your presence. His thumb and forefinger come up to your chin, steadying and making your heartbeat erratic all in one. He leans closer in, the tips of each of your noses a hairâs width away. âYouâre intoxicating,â he whispers.
âI could say the same thing about you,â you whisper back, feeling lightheaded and not from the alcohol coursing through your veins. âBeen dying for you to touch me since you pulled your friend away,â you admit.
You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat. He looks past you, eyeing the single stall bathroom. You scanned the place earlier, you know where heâs looking. Tapping his thigh for him to look at you again, you give him a look of understanding before you break away from his grasp.Â
He faces the bar again, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He catches Santi and the Millers staring at him from the pool table they took over. Santi shoots Frankie a wink while Benny looks like a puppy whoâs been kicked to the curb. Frankie really couldnât care less right now.Â
Satisfied with the little window of time he gave, he stands from his seat, taking one more swig of beer before he makes his way to you. He knocks on the door softly, and you open it right away, pulling him in and immediately shutting it again.Â
Like a calculated dance, his hand goes back to lock the door while your hand grasps onto the fabric of his shirt at his chest, pulling his body flush against yours. Your hands take their time in coasting the plain of his broad chest and shoulders. Your thighs clench at the sensation.
His lips meet yours for the first time tonight, and he can feel every nerve in his body spark with electricity. Your lingering taste of all the drinks you had this evening mixed with a flavor he thinks is distinctly you consumes each of his senses.Â
Oh, you have him wrapped around your pretty little finger and you donât even know it yet.Â
He walks forward, backing you into the bathroom sink.Â
You hop up on your own, your legs spreading without any forethought for his broad form. His hands coast the expanse of your body, settling at your ass on the counter as he pulls you tighter into his body, your center coming into contact with this hardness. He practically growls into your mouth at the heat he feels radiating from you.Â
âFuck, querida,â he moans, his teeth chasing your bottom lip.Â
âFrankie,â you beg. For what, youâre not entirely sure.Â
âCan I taste you?â He breathes heavily against your lips, fingers twitching to take action.Â
Fuck. âYe- yeah- yeah, okay,â you stutter, eyes wide. Getting eaten out probably has to be one of your favorite things in the whole world, yet, with your dating history, itâs a rare occurrence. Your last boyfriend was disgusted by it, and your last girlfriend ended up cheating on you. So. Your experience of receiving oral was rare, and God did you miss it.Â
Frankie mistakes your surprise as fear. âAre- are you sure? I donât have to, not if youâre not comfortable,â he says sincerely. He starts to pull away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but youâre quick to grab onto him.Â
âNo, no, Iâm sorry, thatâs not what I-â you laugh a little breathlessly before looking into his soft eyes again. âYes, Frankie, please. Please, I want your mouth on me,â you say, tone a little needy on the backend. âYou just took me by surprise, is all,â you whisper.Â
âSurprise?â He canât stop his curiosity.Â
âI- I donât know, guys donât usually like-â
You donât get to finish your statement before Frankieâs face turns angry. He places a heady kiss to your lips before he brings his mouth down your jaw, your neck. âSo what youâre saying is,â he starts, his breath tickling your neck. If you werenât propped up on the counter, youâd be on the floor with how weak your legs feel. Making his way down, he places a soft kiss in between your breasts. âThis pretty little thing hasnât been treated properly in a long, long time?â He asks as he kneels down, his eyes looking up and devouring you in your entirety.Â
âHow do you even know sheâs pretty?â You quip back, matching his energy.Â
âOh, I know sheâs fucking gorgeous based on the rest of you,â he purrs, fingers working your button and zipper. He hooks his fingers at the waist, and you lift your hips to help him.Â
âYou flatter me,â you shakily say as you try to tease, your resolve starting to break.Â
Frankie smirks up at you before his entire demeanor changes upon seeding your exposed lower half. His face falls into astonishment, as if he just won the damn lottery, as if his last fucking meal was just placed in front of him. âWhatâd I say?â He mutters to himself. âFucking gorgeous,â he answers his own question before he gives you no time to respond as he dives right in, the flat of his tongue licking a slow wide stripe up your glistening went cunt.Â
âOh, fuck,â a loud moan leaves you, your head falling back as you relish in the immediate pleasure that shoots up your spine.Â
Frankie reluctantly breaks away to look at you, to check up on you, but your body is still shocked from the pleasure, and he grins, cheeks full of mischief. He hums to himself before he goes back in. âFucking delicious, too.âÂ
âJesus, shit-â you murmur, trying to brace yourself for what you know is going to utterly ruin you.
He licks through your folds once more, slow and steady, calculated, measuring every small twitch and whimper that your body produces. His tongue moves up to your clit, circling around the area reveling in the way your breathing speeds up and your hips buck. Even with your movements chasing for more, he remains steadfast in his ministrations.Â
He continues his tease until he hears you huff. Youâre getting impatient. âBaby, please,â you whine. âPlease donât tease,â you pout at him then, and whether itâs real or a ploy to get him to give in, how can Frankie say no to that face?Â
Without lifting from your cunt, Frankie switches from slow passes around your bud to attaching directly on it, suckling and flicking the sharp tip of his tongue across you. Your legs writhe under his expert touch, your hand flying to the baseball cap to his head and flinging it off to rake your fingers through his wild curls. He groans into you the second he feels your grip, his pace faltering for just a moment before he finds his way again.Â
Frankie detaches from you, dragging his tongue downward to your folds to lap up your slick. The squelch your pussy makes when his tongue makes contact is sinful. He lets his mouth wrap as much as he can around you, his tongue prodding at your entrance, testing your limits.
âOh, Frankie, yes-â you lament, your hand pulling his face tight against your core as your hips force his pink muscle inside. His cock is definitely at full mast now, especially with how reactive you are for him. Your eyes are entirely white as you repeat his name like a prayer, your hips frantically meeting the thrusts of his tongue.Â
You grip tighter into his locks, angling his head slightly down, and fuckfuckfuck you squeal loudly, this angle causes his nose to nudge at your sensitive nerves perfectly with each push of his tongue inside of you.Â
âIâm c-close, Frankie- fuck- Iâm gonna cum, baby, Iâm gonna fucking cum- oh my God-â you practically scream, your body losing all strength as you fall back into the counter behind you, Frankie licking everything up while he tries to fuck you through your orgasm.Â
The vibrations of his moaning sends you into overdrive, and youâre so spaced out you donât even realize Frankieâs been desperately humping nothing, bringing himself to an orgasm the same time as you. He lifts off from you completely, his breathing labored as his chin threatens to drip your arousal to the ground. Frankieâs fingers reach for his face, collecting up the residue only for him to bring it back up to his mouth. The sound of him sucking his fingers up like he just ate the sauciest of wings brings you back to reality, pulling your body up weakly as your eyes go wide when you realize what Frankieâs doing.Â
Your cheeks heat up, but your ability to tease is back. âThat good, huh?âÂ
âFinger lickinâ, baby,â he says lazily.Â
He rises from his knees only for you to then notice the wet spot at his crotch. âFrankie-â you start.Â
âYes, yes I did,â he finishes, knowing the question you were going to ask.Â
He bends down to pick up his hat, swiftly placing it back on his head while he grabs your shorts, putting them gently back in place.Â
âYou okay?â He checks in.Â
You melt under his sweet attention. âNever better,â you beam.Â
You two stand there in each otherâs presence before you finally pipe up. âSo how do you wannaâŠâ you trail off.Â
âYou wanna head out first? I got a bit of a⊠mess to clean up anyway,â he says, gesturing to himself.Â
âOh! Right, yeah. Okay,â you say awkwardly, as if his tongue wasnât just inside of you. âIâll see you out there,â you add as you turn around, opening the door just enough to slip out.Â
You stand there for a moment, giving yourself a second to register what the fuck just happened. You did not let a man you just met go down on you? At a bar, no less?!Â
You make your way to the bartender, needing an ice cold glass of water to cool you off. Your head is spinning, and itâs really not because of the alcohol anymore. But you blame the substance anyway.Â
Hearing the bathroom door creak, you turn around to see a blushing Frankie, his hat off his head and his hand shielding the wet patch between his legs. He sees you at the bar and he smiles, walking in your direction. However, before he can reach you, Linda magically appears in your face, drunk as shit and louder than youâve ever experienced.Â
âThere you are, silly!! Whereâd you run off to?? Been looking for you, I swear itâs been like an hour!!!âÂ
You look at Frankie over her shoulder, and he pauses in his tracks. You give him an apologetic smile. Before he can say itâs okay, the friends he was with finds him and drags him into a game of pool.Â
âHey, sorry!â You scream over the music. âJust needed some time, it got a bit too loud in here,â you lie. Youâre too overstimulatedâin many ways as your clit throbs against the fabric of your wet pantiesâto handle more ridicule from these three. âI think Iâm gonna head home now, though, Iâm kind of tired,â you tell her. âWhereâs Blake and Leah?âÂ
She drags you back to your guysâ table, urging one more round of shots. You go with her to the bar to order the round, mouthing to the bartender to make yours water. She winks at you, and hands you your glass directly while Leah impressively holds the other three with a drunken ease.Â
When Frankie finally spots you, happy and laughing with your friends, he smiles to himself and decides not to interrupt your time. He can find you later.Â
Except, he doesnât.
Monday, August 19th.Â
Sunday was a blur. It was spent downing more water to flush out your body while surfing every account on every social media platform you have for a Frankie in your area.Â
No luck. Of course.Â
Frankieâs Sunday was spent the exact same way, too, although he is much less tech savvy and his attempt only lasted an hour before he gave up and spent the rest of his day moping.Â
âÂżQuĂ© pasa, papi?â Whatâs wrong, daddy? Elena had asked him as she scarfed down her eggs.Â
âEstoy bien, mi amorcito,â Iâm okay, my love, Frankie responded with a kiss on her head.Â
Elena didnât bug further, but he knew she would soon.Â
Monday morning, Elena was way too eager for her new school, forcing her father up and making breakfast an entire hour before they actually needed to get up. Somehow, Elena even convinced Frankie to leave the house half an hour before they needed to leave, forcing them to wait in the empty parking lot until any sign of life emerged.Â
Elena buries her nose in a book, while Frankie sat there, watching the minutes tick by. As he stared at the building, red accents and Home of the Rebels painted in big white letters, heâs suddenly reminded of what Ms. Sabatino asked him.Â
He reaches over and grabs the handbook out of the glove compartment. He flips open to the first page to the table of contents, and the first section, written in italicized, bold letters catches his eye:Â
Ground Rules
He flips to the page.Â
He scans through each bullet point, each one feeling more and more like common sense, but with the way the principal described these parents, he realizes how necessary these so-called rules are.Â
His eyes scan the last bullet point, and he canât help but bite back a laugh.Â
No parent-teacher relations. Parent will be kicked off the PTA. Teacher will be reprimanded. NO exceptions.Â
He flips through several more pages when Elena lets out a piercing shriek. âAHH! DADDY, DADDY, LETâS GO,â sheâs jumping up and down as much as she can while being belted in her car seat. Frankie looks up to see a bustling crowd of children and their guardian. He sees Ms. Sabatino in the mix.Â
âAlright, alright, mi vida (my life), Iâm coming,â Frankie soothes, giving a softer tone of voice that hopefully she mirrors. He gets out of the car and opens the passenger door behind him, unbuckling Elena and setting her down to the ground, grabbing her backpack and shuffling it onto her back.Â
Ms. Sabatino catches sight of Frankie and Elena, and excitedly makes her way over. She bends down to Elenaâs level. âGood morning!! You must be Elena Morales, yes?âÂ
âYES-â she stops herself and clears her throat. âYes! Yes, thatâs me!â She says, a decibel calmer.Â
Ms. Sabatino warms at her eagerness. âItâs very lovely to meet you, Elena, Iâm Ms. Sabatino, the principal here!â She holds out her hand for Elena to shake. She takes it eagerly.Â
âItâs very nice to meet you!â Elena emphasizes, putting on her best charm. Frankie chuckles.Â
Ms. Sabatino rises. âMr. Morales, itâs great to see you again!â He nods his head with a smile and a soft likewise. âMay I walk you both to her class? Iâd like to introduce you to her new teacher,â she directs the question towards both of them.Â
Elena looks elated. She turns around to look her father in the eye, Frankieâs very own signature puppy dog eyes reflected back to him. He doesnât even need to hear the question to know what her answer would be if she pulls this card. âOh, papi, please will you come?âÂ
âOf course, baby,â he says, caressing the apple of her cheeks before she cheers in victory.Â
âGreat!â Ms. Sabatino says with a clap to her hands. âRight this way.â
On the way to Elenaâs new class, Ms. Sabatino really praises her new teacher. Apparently, sheâs the best of the best. One of their newest hires, but sheâs practically a veteran when it comes to teaching prodigal children. Sheâs a powerhouse, Ms. Sabatino calls her. He gets the feeling that the teacher doesnât really like that label much.Â
When Ms. Sabatino opens the door to his classroom, the teacher is immediately there to introduce herself and welcome in little Elena.Â
Frankie really doesnât know what happens next besides the fact that his heart thoroughly stops and Elenaâs voice is a muffled daddy, whatâs wrong? throughout his panicked mind.Â
Whatâs wrong? He thinks.Â
Whatâs wrong is that Elenaâs new teacher is you.Â
And he is absolutely, wholeheartedly, positively screwed.
Fuck.Â
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There is not enough subby!Joel fics out there so thank you so much for feeding us with this, cause goddamn this is a feast. The fact that Joel got hard from reader being possessive and defensive over his is everything and this part!?!?!?
"You pull away with a harsh nip to his lip, feeding off the little whimper Joel lets out. âBaby,â he whines.Â
You look back to the guy, and the silent audience youâve accumulated. âCome on, cowboy,â you breathe. âIâm not done with you.â
âYes, maâam,â he replies happily, spinning you two around and walking out with you still pressed against him. "
Also tommy saying this had me genuinely dying, it's too funny. âWell. Get the music back going unless yâall wanna hear âem goinâ at it all night!â The bar roars in laughter, the music coming back to life. "
Best I Ever Had
Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 2.3k
Summary: Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.
Content/Warnings: Reader is able-bodied, no physical descriptions. Feminine perception of reader and feminine pet names (Joel calls you mama and babygirl), but no pronouns used. Reader's a fucking badass and can hold their own fights (probably Joel's too, tbh). Slight description of reader getting physical/violent with another person (bby has some anger issues). Established relationship. Implied age gap (exact number unspecified). A bit of insecure Joel. 18+ MDNI! Dom!reader !! Sub!Joel !!!! P in V unprotected. Slight breeding kink (reader just likes being filled, no children talk). Joel has a fast refractory period (don't think too much on it, just enjoy). Definitely some overstimulation. Cockwarming. Riding..straddling.. Teasing. Begging. Edging. Sloppy making out. Multiple orgasms. Please let me know if thereâs anything I missed that should be up here!
A/N: Some get post-nut clarity, but I get post-nut lust. This was the product of that. Hope you enjoy, my angels. Thank you @honeyedmiller for betaâing 𩶠also I picture both game Joel or hbo Joel, so itâs entirely up to you what you wanna visualize ;)
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It was a busy night at the Tipsy Bison. Everyone was out. Everyone was mingling, getting to know each other. As if it wasnât a small town already, but hey, it wouldnât hurt to make sure you really knew the people living in this little forever-town.Â
Except, Joel was not one to mingleâespecially on nights like tonight. Tommy insisted that he come, itâll be nice, he tried to reason.Â
He eventually agreed. Not because of Tommy, though, but because of you.Â
You knew Joel was a certified grump, through and through. And you love Joel, you really do. But the post-apocalyptic world caused you to react differently than your man. Yeah, youâve become tougher, harder to break, harder to trust. However, you crave any sense of normalcy you can find. So on occasion, you like to go out and get to know the people of the town. You like human interaction.Â
And when they say opposites attract, the saying couldnât have been more true. Joel was absolutely smitten the day he met you. Itâs been a long time coming between you twoâwith his vulnerability, or lack thereof, and his initial unwillingness to accept that he can finally relax and unclench his jawâbut youâre together now, stronger than ever, and everything is worth it.Â
You are worth it.Â
Which is exactly why all you needed was to give one raise of your brow during his protesting before Joel promptly shuts his lips and takes a defeated breath, fixing his answer to Tommy. âOh, hell. Alright, brother, weâll be there.âÂ
And to be quite honest, Joel would go as far to say that tonightâs little get together was actually decent for once. That is, until he sees you waiting on the bartender for his beer and your old-fashioned, and a manâa boyâapproaches you.Â
âHey,â you heard a voice beside you say. Not realizing it was meant for you, your attention stays on the bartender. Still, the voice persists. âI was thinking, uh-â you look at the guy then, eyes staring him down in a way he perceives as a challenge.Â
He clears his throat. âI was thinking I could buy you a drink?âÂ
âNo, Iâm good,â you say shortly. The bartender comes up to you, pulling you away from the guyâs feeble attempt at flirting. You tell the bartender your order, and before you can take another moment to speak, the guy pipes up.Â
âPut it on my tab,â he smirks triumphantly, taking a closer step to you.Â
You pull yourself away on instinctâ out of disgust, but your eyes stay trained on his gaze. Youâre pissed, but this naĂŻve little boy has no idea. Both of what you're capable of and what the older man, your older man, across the bar is capable of.Â
âThanks,â you smile, âmy boyfriendâs gonna appreciate the free drink,â you tell the guy, turning to Joel and giving him a sweet smile. Youâve been feeling his stare the second this waste of space walked up to you.
Joel would pounce if you told him to. He knows you can handle yourself, though, and you confirm it through that pretty smile you flash him. He canât deny the way his cock twitches at the way this scene is unfolding. Part of him is begging for the guy to try something more, to test youâto unleash you.Â
The guy scoffs the second he sees Joel. âThat old man is your boyfriend? Come on, baby,â his hand reaches for the crook of your elbow. âYou can do so much better than that,â he taunts.Â
And that was the something more you needed. Immediately your hand takes hold of his wrist, twisting the man to face the bar in a rough fashion as you lean him over the bar counter, his arm twisted behind his back, shoulder ready to snap out of his socket with the tiniest of movements.Â
âWanna say that again?â You seethe, knocking the breath from his lungs as you push him into the wooden counter.Â
âI saidââÂ
Heâs cut off by his own high-pitched scream. You push his arm higher, a sharp pain shooting through every nerve center in the guyâs arm.Â
âSweetheart,â a southern twang says softly, but itâs not your man. Tommy. âI know he probably deserves it, darlinâ, but itâs not worth it,â he says, not wanting to aggravate you more. Everyone knows not to test you.Â
Well, apparently not everyone.Â
You roll your eyes, knowing Tommyâs just trying to keep up the liveliness of tonight. âFine,â you mutter. Leaning closer into the guy, you whisper into his ear. âTalk about my fuckinâ man like that again, and Iâll snap your shoulder so fuckinâ hard, Jacksonâs doctors wonât even know what to do with ya. Ya hear me?â Youâre not from the South, and before the outbreak, youâve never even been. But get angry enough, and Joelâs twang possesses you.
You release the crying boy with a shove, and you back up, wanting to pull yourself away from the situation. Your back is met with something hard, and immediately you know who it is. You soften in his touch as his arms immediately wrap around your waist. âYou alright, babygirl?â Joel rasps in your ear. You can feel his fucking hard-on pressed against your back.Â
The guy looks at you and Joel, chest still heaving as his face turns into disgust, a fuck you muttered under his breath, an aftertaste of jealousy on his lips.Â
Smiling wildly at the guy in front of you, you snake your hand up to wrap around Joelâs jaw before you turn your head back and tilt your head up, pulling Joel into an open-mouthed kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth as he eagerly sucks it, lapping up your spit. He groans into you, his arms pulling you impossibly tighter into him.Â
You pull away with a harsh nip to his lip, feeding off the little whimper Joel lets out. âBaby,â he whines.Â
You look back to the guy, and the silent audience youâve accumulated. âCome on, cowboy,â you breathe. âIâm not done with you.â
âYes, maâam,â he replies happily, spinning you two around and walking out with you still pressed against him.Â
The bar stays quiet after a beat. Tommyâs hand slaps the bar counter before he speaks. âWell. Get the music back going unless yâall wanna hear âem goinâ at it all night!â The bar roars in laughter, the music coming back to life.Â
Before returning back to Maria, Tommy turns to the guy. âYou. Out.âÂ
He scrambles without looking back.
âOh my God, baby.â
âFuckâ I- I canât, baby, I canât hold it much longer, baby, I need to come.â
âJust one more second, baby.â
âMama, please,â he cries out, his head lolling from side to side on his sweat-soaked pillow as you grind your hips into his pelvis, lifting yourself on and off him every other moment. His hands hold onto your hips, not in a way to control your movement but to simply feel you.Â
âOh, come on, be a good boy for me, baby,â you moan, your hand fixing itself onto his jaw to make him look at you. âJust wanna feel you twitch inside me a little bit more âfore you make a mess inside me, okay?â
âOh, fuckâ yes, yes, mama, yes, okay,â he rambles, trying his hardest to breathe through the pleasurable pain as you take and take and take.Â
A particular grind sends your back arching, his pubes soaked in your arousal nudging perfectly against your clit, sending an electric pulse up your spine. You cry out in ecstasy, your climax hitting you instantly. âOh fuck, oh shit- fuckfuckfuck, baby, come with meâ come inside me, baby, fucking fill me,â you nearly scream, hoping that boy can hear you now.Â
âShit, baby, oh my God- fuck- Iâm coming, mama, holy fuck- I-â he stutters, his thigh muscles shaking underneath you as you bounce on him through his climax, the mix of his spend with yours bouncing lewdly across the walls of your shared bedroom.Â
Your hips come to a slow but never stop, your chest heaving as you lean down to bring your lips to Joel. You let them ghost across his lips, but you donât let them touch. He knows better not to chase it, not yet, anyway. He can still feel you fuming.Â
You can do so much better than that.
âCan you fucking believe him?â You whisper against his lips, barely audible yet fucking scary nonetheless.Â
Joel thinks that boy is right, deep down. Even though heâd never want you to leave him, and youâd never want him to leave you. Joel thinks that thereâs a crumb of moral rightness in that statement. But he keeps that to himself.Â
Nevertheless, you know Joel like the back of your hand. He doesnât need to utter a lick of anything to you. You already know what heâs thinking.Â
âJoel,â you say again. âI asked you a question.â
All questions must be answered.Â
Fuck.Â
âY-yeah, baby,â he rumbles, too distracted by the comments from the bar, but mainly still caught up in the way his softening come-covered cock is still nestled inside of you.Â
You sit up now. A whine leaves his throat at the movement. âSo you do believe him?âÂ
Only then does he realize what he said. His eyes shoot up to yours. âW-wait, no, baby, âm sorry, no. No, I donât believe him, baby,â he panics.Â
You quirk your eyebrow at him.Â
âThe fuckinâ audacity on âem,â he adds for good measure.Â
Youâre silent for a beat. Thenâ
âYouâre lying.â
Joelâs heart starts to race. âNo, baby. Please. Mama, Iâm not lyinâ,â he tries.Â
Still straddling his hips, you grab onto his bicep, pulling upward. He gets the hint and sits up. Heâs still inside you, his cock slowly growing to full mast again the longer you sit here.Â
Youâre face to face now. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist, your arms tightly around his neck.
âLook me in my eye,â you whisper, âand tell me youâre the best I ever had.â
Joel audibly gulps.Â
Slowâ so slow, your hips begin to move again. A breathy little moan escapes your mouth, and he lunges forward for you, his tongue dancing along the tip of yours, swallowing your breath. You allow it.Â
âTell me,â you groan into his mouth, practically swallowing his tongue as you shallowly bounce yourself on him.Â
âBaby,â he whines, getting lost in this dance of heat and sweat heâs become utterly addicted to.Â
You break yourself away from his mouth, not allowing him the option to reach for you anymore. He pulls back, eyes wild and sad. His mouth turned down into a literal pout.Â
âMy poor baby,â you mutter. âTell me what I wanna hear,â you say again. âOr youâre not getting my lips nor are you coming for the rest of the night,â you tell him, switching back into your grinding motion to stimulate your sensitive bud, letting him feel the way your pussy flutters around him.Â
âBaby,â he begs again as you grind, your warmth forcing him to another climax. Please donât make me say it, heâs trying to convince you.Â
Your fingers find their home at the base of his salt and pepper curls, tugging them in warning. âTell. Me.â
You force his body down to lay flat on the bed again, towering over him, allowing your body the space to lift yourself off of him, only his tip inside of you. He takes a sharp breath in, knowing whatâs coming.Â
You drop yourself down on him, fucking yourself on his cock at a bruising pace. You grab his hands and drag them up to your chest, wrapping his thick digits around you encouraging him to squeeze.Â
âFuck- mama, Iâm gonnaââ
âNo the fuck youâre not, baby,â you moan, lost in the pleasure but still rightfully in charge. âSwear to God, Joel, gonna leave you fucking swollen and pulsing for a fucking weekâ oh fuck,â you cut yourself off, a familiar sensation building at the base of your spine, sending you convulsing around his length yet again.Â
Joelâs eyes clamp shut, finally giving into your request so he can finally let go. âIâ shit, Iâm theââ a rugged moan forces itself out, ââthe best you ever had, mama, please, the fuckinâ best, baby,â he cries out, his hips bucking up into you as he covers every inch of you with his spend.Â
âShit,â you moan, his words affecting you a lot more than you anticipated, your hips doing overtime, unable to find it within you to stop even as he begins to soften. âYes, fuck, thatâs my boy, shitââ you breathe, ââthe fucking best, always make me feel so fucking good, baby.â
His hands finally use their strength, trying his best to slow you with ease, his nerves reaching the point of painful overstimulation. âAlright, baby, alright,â he winces.Â
Recognizing his limits, you immediately begin to slow, lowering yourself onto his heaving chest. You let him slip out of you this time, giving him an actual break. âIâm sorry,â you whisper into his chest.Â
âFor what, baby?â Joel responds with a kiss into your head.
âDid I go too far?â
He couldnât help the belly laugh that shakes the both of you. You immediately sit back up, your hands on his chest to keep your limp body up. âWhat?â you glare at him.
âToo far? Which part, darlinâ? Nearly breakinâ that guyâs shoulder or my dick?â
A belly laugh erupts out of you this time. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you respond. â...Both.â
âMmmâŠâ Joel puts on a fake thinking face. âMaybe to the former, but not at all to the latter,â he hums, his hands finding the back of your head to pull you in for a chaste kiss.Â
You hum into his lips, a smile stretching across your cheeks.Â
Resting your head on his chest, you let a few moments pass before you speak again. âTommyâs not gonna invite us to another one of those, huh?âÂ
âProbably not, mama,â he smiles. âProbably not.â
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eekkk, been thinking about learning guitar and this just fuels that want even more. Gosh, I too would be zoning out thinking about Joel in the most dirtiest and filthiest ways if he was my guitar teacher. And the hands, god the hands. I too have a thing for hands and fingers, especially when they are all veiny and thick like Joel's in the gif, oh you just know he would be able to make you almostly instantly cu- Uhh anyways, immediatly going to read the next chapter, cause im already obssessed with this.
his favorite girl, part i
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: joel agrees to teach you how to play guitar for a college course, but you can't keep your eyes off him long enough to learn. he really likes that.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, guitar teacher!joel, no outbreak, big age gap (readerâs 22, joelâs 56), slow-burn, sexual tension, finger kink, slight dubcon, touching, smut for later chapters, some fluff, mostly angst
word count: 3.3k
a/n: my first chaptered fic! dedicated to joel's fingers! i've been playing guitar a lot more lately so...yeah đ„Č thinking this'll probably be 3 or 4 chapters? as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated! hope y'all enjoyy
Donât stare at his fingers. Donât stare at his fingers. Heâs doing you a huge favor by teaching you to play guitar in the first place. The least you can do is pay attention and stop staring at his fingers.Â
But itâs a lost cause, and you know it, because youâd have no hope of learning without staring at his fingers.Â
Even so, youâre convinced heâll somehow know thatâs not the real reason youâre watching them so intently. The way they hop gracefully from fret to fret, strings biting into his well-earned calluses, producing the most beautiful chords that ring out perfectly with every strum.Â
Itâs a wonder any of that is even possible for him. You donât mean to knock his talentâhe obviously honed his craft through decades of fine-tuning and dedicated practiceâbut his fingers are just so thick.
With your clumsy, beginnerâs touch, youâre constantly fumbling with the strings, unable to press down hard enough or keep your other fingers out of the way for them to vibrate the way they need to. They just sort ofâŠfizzle.
But thereâs a finesse to how he plays. It also helps that his guitar is a lot bigger than yours. It's a totally innocuous thought, but it still warms your cheeks a little. A big guitar for a big man. Broad and tall, with those thick, thick fingersâ
âHey, you still with me?âÂ
Youâre not sure when he stopped playing, but you really hope it was right before he said something. Otherwise, he definitely knows exactly what you were thinking about, and that would be humiliating.Â
Not a great start to your first guitar lesson, but how were you supposed to know your teacher was going to look like that? When your music theory professor recommended him, he conveniently left that part out, which, whatever, makes sense. But it still wouldâve been helpful to know ahead of time.
Joel Miller. 56 years old. Has a ton of experience and takes on very few students, so you should consider yourself lucky. Thatâs all of the information you were given before you stepped into his house this afternoon, and were greeted by possibly the hottest man youâve ever seen. He was supposed to be your ticket to an A on your senior thesis. But youâre totally flubbing it.
âY-yeah, sorry, just got a little distracted,â you laugh awkwardly, wishing you had said anything else but that. You couldn't be any more obvious if you tried. âWonât happen again, promise.âÂ
Heâs kind enough to pretend youâre not a filthy liar and taps the neck of his guitar to redirect your focus. âSâalright. Weâll just take it from the top. You remember the fingerin' for the first chord?â
You gape at him dumbly for a second. Heâs kidding, right? You might as well leave now if heâs going to keep saying fingering with that devastating Southern drawl of his.Â
âUm, yeah, I think so,â you sputter, lying for the second time in a row. You're struggling to recall anything from your lesson but, god, you can only remember his fingers, not their placement. With no confidence whatsoever, you press your fingertips down firmly on the three strings you think he showed you. âHere, right?âÂ
He quirks a brow. âYou askinâ me or tellinâ me?âÂ
Ah, so heâs that kind of teacher. The 'learn the hard way', 'fail on your own until you succeed' type. Well, heâs about to learn that youâre not that kind of student.
ââŠTelling?â Your voice lilts with even less confidence. He chuckles, nodding at your finger placement.
âLetâs hear it, then,â he says expectantly, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. You canât tell if thatâs a good thing or a bad thing, but youâre about to find out. You strum slowly, and the sound reverberates around the room.Â
Wrong.Â
His smile widens just a fraction as you grimace, quickly wrapping your hand around the neck of the guitar to stop the horrible noises still playing from it. You look over at him, wincing, but he doesnât seem frustrated. If anything, he seems patient.
âNot quite,â he shakes his head, moving his instrument out of his lap so he can shift closer to where youâre sitting further down the couch. The cushion dips with his weight, and you tip into him slightly, but he remains completely unfazed. âLemme show you againâand pay attention this time, alright?â
You start to nod apologetically, but then he throws an arm behind you on the back of the couch, and all hope of retaining whatever heâs about to teach you goes out the window. Instead of showing you on his own guitar, he gestures for you to hold yours up, gently arranging your fingers on the frets.
His fingertips whisper against yours like heâs hesitant to touch you, softly tugging them into place before pressing down, showing you the right amount of pressure to apply.Â
They feel just as warm and rough as youâd imagined, dwarfing yours by a long shot, and the realization makes your fingers accidentally twitch out of place. Your eyes dart up to gauge his reaction and lock with his, deep and brown, and very amused.Â
âDoinâ alright there?â he teases, and now you know heâs on to you. You try to play it off, blaming it on your inexperience.
âJust haven't gotten used to using those muscles yet," you mumble, moving your hand away from his to flex your fingers. "Not sure I've ever had to stretch them like that before."
 "'m sure ya have. Probably just didn't realize it at the time. That kinda muscle soreness comes from prolonged repetitionârepeatin' an action over 'n over," he explains in that syrupy-sweet accent, completely unaware of how his words are affecting you. "Bet ya use those fingers for a lot'a different things every day, just nothin' long or strenuous enough to leave you achin'."
You bite your lip to keep from reacting. He has to know what he's doing right now. How he sounds. This conversation is starting to veer into dangerous territory, but the weird thing about it is that he genuinely doesn't seem to realize that everything he's saying has a double meaning. To you, at least. You knew all this fingering talk was going to get you into trouble.Â
"Uhh, yeah," you agree, side-stepping that line of thought to bring yourself back to the lesson, but it's getting harder to stay focused. "I guess I just thought playing would mostly be memorization, but there's a lot of physicality to it, too, huh?"Â
"Yeah, s'pose that's true," he muses, looking down at the calluses on his own hand. This time you refuse to take the bait, your breathing already too shallow, heart nearly pounding out of your chest with how close he's sitting. But heâs still completely calm and collected. "Your hand hurtin' a lot right now?"
You shrug, inspecting your reddening fingertips. "Kinda, yeah."
"It's like that in the beginninâ," he says kindly. "But the more ya play, the tougher the skin gets, and ya won't feel it as much."Â
He surprises you by taking your hand again, massaging the tender skin between his thumb and index fingers. God, that feels so much better already. The heat of his fingertips seeps into yours, soothing the painful indents left by the unforgiving strings, and you let out a breathy sigh of relief.Â
You feel his entire body tense palpably next to you. It might be your imagination or just wishful thinking, but you swear you can feel his warmth radiating into your side, somehow even closer than before. Your brainâs starting to fizzle more than the sound of your shitty guitar playing, and the room feels a little hotter. Hazier, like a daydream.
"That feel good?" he murmurs, lips practically brushing the shell of your ear.
Definitely closer.
âY-yeah, feels niceâŠreally nice,â you stutter, voice lowering almost to a whisper as if you were sharing a secret. âThe, umâthe rest of my hand is a little sore, too. Is that normal?â
You can feel him grinning at your obvious attempt to get him to keep touching you, and he gives in easily. Surprisingly so, and it's becoming clearer that he's as into whatever's happening right now as you are. Youâre not sure what happened to the unfazed man from before, but youâll happily welcome this change in demeanor.
âYeah, sânormal,â he trails down to your palm, engulfing your hand with his own. âDonât worry, I'll take care of ya.â
Your eyes flutter closed as his thigh presses into yours, and the arm behind you lowers around your shoulders, his hand skimming the side of your neck. Shit, what is going on? Youâre pretty sure guitar lessons donât usually go like this, but you canât bring yourself to dwell on it. Not when he feels this good.
Everywhere his skin touches yours feels electric, sending jolts up your spine, and making you forget where you are and what you were doing in the first place. He ducks down to press his lips to your bare shoulder, and your mind goes completely blank.Â
All that's left is...sensation. Something dragging roughly across your skin, then softâa little chappedâand wet. Sharp. You're abruptly aware of him sucking a hard bruise at the crook of your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, and you're unable to stop the whimper that escapes your lips. It's soft and inappropriate. A single, hushed syllable.
"Joel."
He lets out a pained groan that rumbles from deep within his chest, and the hand around yours tenses. That boundless patience he had earlier feels like it's about to run out, and the thought makes your blood run hot.Â
God, how is he real? How is this real? You just met this manâthis much, much older manâless than an hour ago, and, yet, this is probably the hottest thing thatâs ever happened to you. He continues to mouth up your neck, nipping at the underside of your jaw.
"What else hurts? Tell me, 'n I'll make it better," he mutters humidly, urgently against your skin.Â
You want to tell him where it hurts the most. That unbearable ache between your legs, the burning in your belly that you didn't even realize he was stoking. But you're so wound up, all you can manage is a frustrated sob.
"Use your words, beautiful. C'mon, lemme hear 'em," he says as if you're his instrument, meant to produce dulcet tones and resonate at his hand.
"Itâfuck...itâhere," you drag the hand clutching yours down, next to where the body of your guitar rests on your thigh. Where you've already soaked through the thin fabric of your pants. "Joel...need you to make it better."
The gentle vibrato of your voice, the way it shakes tumultuously around his name, and even more so when he cups your heat. His lips return to your throat to feel it, to taste it as you moan for him. And those fingers. You knew theyâd feel good, and theyâre so close to where you need them. Just a little bit moreâbut thereâs still too many layers between you and his rough touch.Â
âM-moreâŠneed more, justâ,â you whine, and he mirrors the sound back at you raggedly.
ââCourse, beautiful. Told you Iâd take care of ya, didnât I?Â
You're too far gone to even notice yourself desperately grinding into the palm of his hand, or the fingers at your cheek turning your face toward his.Â
Or your guitar quickly slipping out of your lap, more and more with each swivel of your hips. It hits the carpet with a hollow clang and, suddenly, the spell is broken. Then, it all comes crashing back.Â
Heâs saying your name, but he sounds...different. Less breathy, less needy, and more like your patient, collected guitar teacher. Joel Miller. 56 years old, remember? Way too old for you, for your body to be reacting to him like this, and the man whose help you still desperately need to help complete your thesis.
Your eyes snap open and you realize with abject horror that youâve been daydreaming this entire time. You canât even imagine how long heâs been trying to get your attention while youâve just been sitting here, fantasizing about his hands on you.Â
Not even ten minutes ago, you promised you wouldnât get distracted, but you did. Again. And so much worse this time.
By his furrowed brow and the way he wonât even look at you, you must have accidentally said something out loud, too. Something totally inappropriate that you really shouldnât have. But then, his hand twitches and your blood turns to ice.Â
Thatâfuck, that's not where it was before you zoned out. It was still on yours, arranging your fingers on the frets for the chord he was teaching you. HeâŠhe was asking about your hand, if it hurt, and thenâ
As if youâve been burned, you quickly release his hand from where youâre clutching it between your legsânot just in your daydream, but in horrifying actuality. Youâre screwed.Â
Not only is he probably going to kick you out of his house and refuse to be your teacher anymore, but heâll likely tell your professor. And heâd have every right to. Thereâs no way youâll be able to get anyone else to teach you after this.
The reason youâre here, everything youâve worked so hard for, flashes before your eyes, catching fire and turning to ash. Your love for music, your degreeâin the span of a single guitar lesson, you destroyed all of it.
And what would he think? Your father, your inspiration for choosing this path. Heâd be so disappointed in you, though maybe not as much as you are right now.Â
All of this for what? The attractive, middle-aged guitar teacher youâve known for less than an hour? He doesnât even want you and, even if he did, thatâs not what you came here for. Stupid, stupid.Â
You can feel his eyes on you, but you canât bear to look at him, to say anything at all. Instead, you lean down to retrieve your guitar from where it still lies face down on the floor, and slowly stand up.Â
âI, uhâŠ,â you croak out, fighting the urge to cry and look like even more of an idiot. You shake your head, unable to finish your sentence, and start to walk away, but then something miraculous happens.
Joelâs hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to keep you from leaving. You turn back to him, eyebrows raised in shock, dropping your gaze to where his skin is touching yours. He doesn't let go.Â
âLookâ,â he starts, and you wince. Itâs never a good sign when someone starts a sentence like that. If all heâs trying to do is let you down easy, he shouldnât have stopped you. Heâs just shaming you even further. âââm not too sure what just happened here, but if you justâif ya sit back down, we can talk about it orâŠjust keep goinâ with the lessonâŠâ
You didnât see that one coming.Â
âYou want me to stay?â you ask dubiously. âWhy?â
You search his eyes for the answers to all of the things youâre not understanding, but come up with nothing. Heâs sitting on the couch watching you, still holding your hand like nothingâs wrong. Acting like none of this is a big deal, as if you didnât basically just shove his hand down your pants without his consent.
âStill got a lot to teach ya. We didnât even get through the first line of music,â he chuckles, his voice filled with such kindness. So much more than you deserve.Â
âYeah, and thatâs my fault. Iâ,â you pause, still trying to gather your thoughts, ââI crossed a lineâŠmade you uncomfortable. You really donât have to do this.â
He sighs, rubbing his thumb soothingly into your wrist, and the gesture makes you shiver. Somehow itâs calming, even as the gears continue to turn in your head. You still canât seem to grasp any of this or shake the feeling that thereâs something wrong with this picture.Â
âWell, isnât this supposed to be a favor for some big, important grade? Donât ya need this to pass your class?â
Heâs not wrong. Without his help, youâre basically fucked for the rest of the semester.
âYeah, I...actually really do,â you answer hesitantly.
Hope blooms in your chest. Maybe your thesis isnât totally lost. If youâre lucky, maybe youâll even be able to focus on your lessons.
âI think we can keep this professional. Donât you?â he implores, brows raised.
Heâs right again. Thatâs the only way this is going to work, but itâs still a reminder that heâs not interested in you in the slightest. Youâre not sure why that feels so bad.
âTotally,â you breathe out, but your expression must betray your words because he rushes to reassure you.
âItâs not that Iâlook, I meanâŠyouâre a beautiful girl ân all, butâŠ,â he trails off, andâŠwhat?
Beautiful. He canât have just said that out of the blue. Beautiful, of all the words he couldâve used to describe you right then. This man is driving you crazyâand he wonât stop.
âCanât help feelinâ like maybe I gave ya the wrong impression. I took advantage of ya,â he looks away, pained, like this was all his fault. You have no idea how he came to that conclusion, but heâs got it all wrong.
âWhatâno. No, if anything, I took advantage of you. You were just trying to be a good teacher,â you shake your head furiously. âLook, I did this. You didnât do anything wrong.â
âYeah, but I didnât pull away, now, did I?âÂ
His eyes meet yours again, darker than before, and you know for a fact youâre not making it up this time. The setting sun is casting shadows around his living room, across his 80s-style leather couch and carpet, illuminating every one of his handsome features.Â
And, yet, his eyes are black, endless voids that threaten to consume you. Whatever power he has over you feels dangerous. You knew you couldnât have imagined it all.Â
But it's gone as quickly as it came. He clears his throat, dropping your wrist as if he finally came to his senses. Your patient, unaffected guitar teacher is back.
âI, uh, think maybe that about wraps it up for today,â he says with finality, standing up. âIt's already eight, anyhow. You should head on home.â
Gently plucking the guitar from your hands, he zips it up in its case and gives it back to you. You nod, feeling grateful, but cautious...and also extremely curious. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to the front door, and you try your best not to react as his fingers urge you forward.Â
You know youâll be thinking about them later tonight, even though you really shouldnât. About them finishing what you started earlier, taking care of you like you still want him to. Part of you hopes heâll be thinking about yours, too.Â
His hand drops and he turns to you with a small smile, leaning on his arm against the doorframe.Â
"But, uh, same time tomorrow? And maybe put in a little practice time before thenâstretch out those fingers so you're ready to play."
âSure,â you reply breathily. âSame time tomorrow.â
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(p.s. how are we feeling about finger sucking...okay bye)
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Im going to be honest, I haven't read whole bunch of anal fics before but god has this made me want to delve deep into the genre. This was so fucking hot and sweet at the same time. My pussy was CLENCHED reading this, oh my lawdy. Truly delicious!.And how they were holding hands against the glass!!?!? đ©
Some of my favourite lines/ parts were:
"Quick fucks were never Joel Millerâs mĂ©tier, it was true. He much preferred the drawn-out bouts of lovemaking that had your knees and brains in a puddle of mush by the end of it."
"You never had been one to tell the man no. Whether it was his head between your legs at the most inopportune of times, a blowjob behind the bar, or a lightning-fast quickie in the drive thru line, you were always down. And Joel was wholly enamored with the idea he could have you anywhere he likedânow in any hole he wanted, too. You could see the fuckdrunk look in his eyes as his digits pushed in and his cock dragged out of your cunt, leaving you empty in one and getting spread for him in the other."
Joelâs lips were glistening with spit and the worldâs biggest grin as he caught your eye in the mirror. Then he leaned in closer, pressed a kiss to your temple again, and kept his mouth beside your ear as he whispered:
âIâll be gentle, honey, I promise.â
Just Peachy
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Joelâs got a jealous streak and a bold idea.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-a. Loss of anal virginity. Possessiveness. Semi-public sex. Cumplay. Spit as lube.
Word count: 3.2k
Joel was too old to get jealous.
Long before he ever reached fifty-one, the man had known who he was and what was hisâand you were it.
He got a refresher each time he split you open and watched your soft, pliant hole form an even wider âoâ around his shaft, moans as profuse as the moisture leaking out of you. He took comfort in that. It wasnât often he required a reminder with such immediacy as heâd needed it tonight: thrusting you headfirst into the bathroom at the Tipsy Bison with your hands pinned clumsily behind your back. Youâd laughed when he did it.
âWhatâs up with you?â youâd murmured, eyes alight with amusement as you watched Joel yank his belt in two.
You wouldâve liked to admire the shelf of hefty, salt-and-pepper speckled belly that was left on display by the loosening of the leather, the tugging of fabric away from his heated lower parts, but the moment was so fleeting. Joel hadnât even bothered to respond before he was smoothing your dress over your hips, drawing in, andâ
âShit!â
You seized either side of the sink and let out a yelp loud enough to stir half the bar. Joel just grunted. Approving.
ââAtta girl,â he said, burying himself inside your cunt.
Quick fucks were never Joel Millerâs mĂ©tier, it was true. He much preferred the drawn-out bouts of lovemaking that had your knees and brains in a puddle of mush by the end of it. But now there was a will behind the weight of his thrusts, a calm and calculated fervor that sent each snap of his hips moving faster against your own. You knew there had to be a reason for such an outburst, feeling his hands singe your hips in a bruising grip, so you werenât surprised in the slightest when you heard:
âThat loser ever fuck you like this?â
You made an effort to meet Joelâs gaze in the mirror, but it was hard to keep it straight when his cock was sawing back and forth between your walls at a breakneck pace.
âW-Wâ Who?â you stammered, teeth gritting at the last.
âDipshit in the Sigma Chi polo,â Joel returned gruffly.
You were in awe the man had seen you two at all, much less read the Greek letters and knew what they meant. Youâd spent all of five minutes chatting it up with an ex whilst deliberating which Creed song to queue up on TouchTunes. There was no way he couldâve known.
Unless, of courseâŠ
âTommy tell ya?â you said in a breath, grimace slowly morphing to a smirk as you clenched and held the sink.
Joel groaned but didnât slow. He didnât like that look. Perhaps by chanceâbut more likely on purposeâhe drove his hips all the way in until the head of his cock kissed your cervix. Your nose almost hit the mirror.
âFucker!â you hissed.
âRight?â Joel said, pretending to commiserate. Then, fighting back a grin as your own smile began to give way to a whimper, âDude looked like a real fucker, for sure. Just hoped he never got the chance to do it to you.â
So thatâs what this was all aboutâstated plain as day.
Joel was surprised heâd said it himself, but with the way your wet, messy cunt was pulling him in, he had to know.
It drove him insane to think one drop of that nectar had been meant for anyone else but him. He was, of course, too old to be concerned with anything resembling jealousy, but then again, you were you. And you were his. And, mature as your Joel tried to be, the thought of that shit-brained chump ramming his dick in and out of the softest, sweetest depths of your body had him contemplating violent crimes of every flavor.
âDid he?â Joel pressed again, a bit more stern this time.
You felt a hand thread through your hair to hold your face upright in front of the mirror. You stared and saw your mouth hanging slightly ajar, saliva pooling at the sides and threatening to spill with every stab of Joelâs cock.
You were surprised you could even speak at all when that cockdrunk pout made a low, slurred, âDi-id he what?â
âDid he fuck you here?â
Here? Like in the bar bathroom?
As if reading your mind and seeing you start to shake your head no, Joel stilled your motions with his hand and used the other for more leverage as he continued to drill.
âNo, no, darlinâ. I meanâ he ever fuck this pretty hole?â And, as if to punctuate his question, Joel plunged his dick so far inside you that your face did tap the mirror; nowhere near hard enough to hurt, but enough to get your attention. And smear your lipgloss on the glass.
You reeled back and moaned. Felt a pit in your tummy.
Why drag it out? By the look in his eye, he already knew. You wouldnât be sharing any earth-shattering secret now.
âYes. Yes, Iââ You sucked in a breath when you felt that pit become a pinch and in turn, cause your toes to curl, ââhe fucked me.â
âOnce? Twice?â
âThree t-times.â
To your surprise, you saw the corners of his lips twitch into a smile. Like he was pleased by what heâd heard.
âOh yeah?â Joel hummed.
You whimpered in the affirmative and tried to nod, but it was hard to do with his fingers still tangled in your hair. Your walls involuntarily clenched around his cock, and you couldâve sworn you felt an influx of warmth follow after. If âapologetic cumslutâ had been the goal, you werenât quite sure you were succeeding at anything but being the latter part. Joel seemed to notice as much.
âDid he cum inside and make a messâa her, too?â he asked, teasing now as he took his thumb and started rubbing the slick flesh that was being stretched and stuffed full of his fat cock. His pace was slowing by turns.
Normally you could not stand the thought of a man policing your sexual history, but with Joel, it felt different. Like he wasnât really making fun at all but simply poking and prodding around for the truth so he could get to someplace else. Still thumbing, gently.
âYou let him fuck this cunt and stuff her full, pretty girl?â
You had no choice but to nod. His hips had lost nearly all their speed and were now making slow, shallow thrusts.
âYes,â you whimpered, âIâ Iââ
âdidnât even know you then. Didnât like the guy at all. Didnât enjoy having him cum inside a fraction of theâ
âI know, baby,â Joel interrupted you, still rubbing the rim of your cunt with feather-light touches, ââSâokay, I know.â
You wanted to keen at how affectionate, warm, and soft he could beâamazed by the way heâd made that switchâwhen the force of Joelâs thrusts halted altogether. He leaned over your body to press a kiss to the side of your head, holding your gaze in the mirror. Grey stubble licked at your temple as his cock nestled deeper inside you, and the weight of his soft and muscled stomach pressed in.
His thumb moved too.
Sliding up to the taut ring of muscles above your full, aching pussy, Joel drew a slow âoâ and kissed you again.
âHe ever fuck you here?â he asked.
Something fluttered in your stomach, and it sure as fuck wasnât just butterflies. You stared at the man in disbelief.
Youâd just begun to shake your head no when the tip of his thumb grazed the rim of your hole and sank inward. You choked on a gasp when you felt your ass pucker, and shit did Joel Miller look smug as heâd ever been when those too-tight-for-you muscles gave in and sucked in.
âWhat theâ ah,â you hissed, slamming your palm flat on the mirror. You couldnât see a thing besides Joelâs elbow jutting out, tanned bicep flexing with his ministrations, but you could feel his thumb swirl gently again. Inside.
âAnybody touch you here before, honey?â Joel said.
âNuh-uh.â
Admittedly, you were a little unnerved, on the verge of being opposed to what this man was doing, when you felt the muscles snap backâJoel retracted his thumbâand two other digits hovered along the vulnerable spot. Just by chance, you caught a glimpse of what looked like Joel about to blow a kiss or whistle, and suddenly you sensed a wet glob of warmth on the small of your back.
Then sliding, gliding down to your crack and between your two cheeks with an obscene heat you wouldâve never thought possible: Joelâs spit ran down to his hand, and his index and middle fingers started rubbing it in. Circling the hole and smearing it more for good measure, Joel grinned and placed a kiss atop your shoulder blade.
âTell me itâs mine to fuck,â he mumbled.
âJoelââ you started.
A trail of kisses led up to the nape of your neck as the fingers pushed deeper. Joelâs touch was soft both ways.
âOnly mine,â he tried again, and the request was implicit.
You clenched around his fingers and his cock, feeling the former slide back and forth with near-astonishing ease. You would be lying if you said the sensation, paired with the blunt, wily lilt to his words didnât make your legs much weaker than they were before. No, it wasnât just the matter of it being a first for you but a first and only for you bothâJoel claiming a space where no man had ever fucked you and making it his own, filling you whole.
Joel spit again, and you hated that youâd come to crave the sound, but the obscene squelch of his saliva mixing in with your arousal as he worked his fingers in and out of your ass was like music to your ears. You whimpered and found yourself nodding quickly, half-embarrassed, saying itâs yours Joel, all of this is yours to fuck and fill.
You never had been one to tell the man no. Whether it was his head between your legs at the most inopportune of times, a blowjob behind the bar, or a lightning-fast quickie in the drive thru line, you were always down. And Joel was wholly enamored with the idea he could have you anywhere he likedânow in any hole he wanted, too. You could see the fuckdrunk look in his eyes as his digits pushed in and his cock dragged out of your cunt, leaving you empty in one and getting spread for him in the other.
Joelâs lips were glistening with spit and the worldâs biggest grin as he caught your eye in the mirror. Then he leaned in closer, pressed a kiss to your temple again, and kept his mouth beside your ear as he whispered:
âIâll be gentle, honey, I promise.â
You were each a trembling mess of hormones, lust, and bottom-shelf spirits, and you definitely shouldnât have been trying anal for the very first time in Tommyâs bar. But your pussy and ass were drenched, Joelâs fingers had pulled out and made way for just the tip of his cock to notch into that space between your cheeks, and both your minds were delirious with the idea of doing a thing so taboo and new. Full primal desire took over, and before you could think twice about what it was you were doing, Joel was squeezing your hips and pushing in.
What felt like a full fucking thrust of him was really just an inch. Your hand clawed at the towel rack on the wall and seized the bar tight as a burn shortly, swiftly took root between your legs and forced a whimper from your throat. Joel swallowed a groan and kissed your neck.
âNeed it slower?â he said as soon as he saw you wince.
Stinging and stretched as you were with just the tip, the filthy urge to have him further inside was too great. Against your bodyâs best interest and the ache in your core, you wiggled your hips and nudged more of him in.
Joelâs kiss turned to teeth in your skin, and he cursed.
âFuck thatâs so tight,â he said, words more like a growl, âSuckinâ me in so good, baby.â
You beamed with the most sick and lascivious sense of pride and pushed your ass back again. You heard the squelch, felt the reflexive pulse of your muscles struggle to take more in, but the burn that followed this time was eclipsed by the pleasure you felt in seeing Joelâs face.
Feeling him grip you tighter, watching that expression move from bliss to guilt to âSweet pea, you sure itâs OK?â to bliss once again when you braced your weight against the sink and started moving your ass gently in time with your breaths. Then that tender brown gaze fell to the space between your body and his, and Joel just watched you fuck him, groaning each time your hole stretched.
There wasnât a thought in his mind that wasnât obscene. Practically monopolized by primal need, Joel Miller saw his cock glide back and forth inside you and seemed to be capable of conjuring no other thought than âmine.â
âThis sweet little peach is all for me, ainât it, baby?â Words as soft as velvet came tumbling off his lips, and he scarcely even knew he was talking, or grinning, or doing much of anything but fucking you and loving every second. The fingers of his left hand kneaded your hip while the ones on his right moved over your front. Thick, callused, and quickly soaked in your arousal, his middle finger made an easy trail to your clit and started rubbing.
You clamped your teeth tight in an effort to contain a cry. You whined into Joelâs touch, throat humming with that pathetic little sound as his groin sank deep to find the backs of your thighs andâfinallyâwas inside you fully.
Words barely registered in your brain above the whir of your pulse in your ears, the pleasure unfurling from this strange new place, but Joel made sure you heard it when he leaned back in and murmured, âCâmon, baby, whoâs this hole belong to, huh?â as he tilted his hips up, body blanketing yours completely from behind. When you couldnât contain the cry this time and your mouth fell open in a moan, he took that as his chance to slide his tongue inside and start to thrust, pinning you to the sink.
âYou,â you whimpered feebly into his mouth. His tongue and the sounds of wet, sticky skin colliding over and over again all but drowned out what you were trying to say.
âWhatâsâat?â Joel returned, equally muffled but in far greater control of his words, it seemed, âThis for him?â
âN-N-No, Joel.â
âWhose is it, then?â
You tried to answer âYouâ again, but a shockwave of pleasure stole the air from your lungs, and you just whined in Joelâs mouth once more, head tilted limply to him as he shook your whole body with thrusts. You reached back to find a forearm, a hand, anything of his to anchor yourself, and you felt his fingers grip yours. Then he brought your hand and his up to the mirror, and he placed them flat on the glassâhis big one overtop, dwarfing your ownâand his hips picked up their speed.
Your lips parted just long enough to tilt your gaze aheadâJoelâs face and yours resting side-by-side in the mirror while he fucked you faster and deeper and grit his teeth.
âUse those words,â he seethed. Groaning when you clenched around him, nipping the cusp of your cheek.
If there was any doubt of what primal urges could do to a man like Joel, you were seeing it now. Feeling him stuff you full, pull back, and crash his hips into yours again and again while those sharp incisors took the tiniest, teasing, feral bites, it was like watching him come undone before heâd even cum inside you. His irises reduced to two minuscule rings around black, dilated pools; torso caging you in; breaths and groans and helpless moans commingled in a hot, plaintive medley.
Joel was too old to get jealous, and yet, he had never in his life wanted to hear the words that you were his and his alone more than he did right now, fucking you raw in a hole that had never been breached by anyone but him.
Your gaze remained on his in a sweet, near-innocent lookâa staggering feat for someone getting their ass fucked bare in a dirty bar bathroomâand beneath his hand, he felt you squeeze his fingers. Your cunt fluttered too.
âItâs yours, Joel.â
The head of Joelâs cock took a nosedive to the furthest depths of you, as far as he could manage it, and he kept fucking you there, like he couldnât bear to leave it.
âSay it again,â he said, voice hoarse. Pleading.
With what little strength you had, you laced your fingers with his on the mirror so he was holding your hand in a fist. Then you pressed your knuckles to the glass, squeezed as hard as your muscles would allow, and met his thrusts gently, keeping your eyes on him all the while.
âIâm all yours,â you returnedâand when the hulking man with his grey, sweat-dampened hair and dark eyes and arms locked tight around your frame let out a whimper, you knew youâd said exactly what Joel needed to hear.
His hips canted wildly, quietly into your own, those tough and stubbled lips releasing sounds like youâd never heard before; never even thought possible for a man his size and stature with such a replete desire for dominance. This Joel was needy, panting in your ear while nudging his nose to the shell of it, âBaby, please keep fucking me, please, just, fuckââ and seizing your hand, your waist, whatever flesh he could find while his cock pummeled a desperate and frenzied pace inside you. And, as much as you wished that glimpse of him would last, it was also what sent you both over the edge in the seconds right after. Your toes curled into cool checkered tile, Joelâs hand made an even tighter fist, and together, you trembled and cursed and groaned through your highs like it was the first youâd ever felt. In a way, it was.
As new to you as it was to him, that feeling pulsed and throbbed between your bodies in a shockwave of pure satiety. It left you breathless. Boneless. Slumping inward and into each other, at length, until your full weight was pressed onto that porcelain sink, and you were sure the force would tear the fixture off the wall at any second.
Fortunately, it didnât budge.
Joel leaned even further into you and exhaled.
Evidently, the sink beneath you was the furthest thing from his mind, and all he could do was keep fucking his cum deeper while the spray of his spend was still fresh on your walls. Gently, but with intent, he drove his cock back and forth. He felt a drop or two trickle out of your wet, stretched hole and groaned, then kissed your neck.
Still in awe of what had just happened. What youâd said. Trying hard not to grin too big when he felt your walls clench around him, and you let out a low, shaky sigh.
âFeelinâ okay, baby?â
You smiled back.
âJust peachy.â
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That's was me reading this btw. âŹïž
I swear to God I would become a hypocondriac if Dr. Miller was my doctor. I would always find any and every excuse to visit that hot ass of his. Like, "Oh my tummy, kinda hurts, time to visit Doctor Daddy," " Oh, I have a minor cold. I've got to go visit that Dilf Doctor again." Some things about a man in uniform just make me throb. The way you wrote him to simulataneously be a sweetheart and a menace is brilliant. And the accidental slip of daddy?!?! Love it!!! This line, in particular, had me falling to my knees.đ«đ„”
"Just tellinâ you cuz I wanna hear you moan it when I make a mess aâ you. I bet itâll sound real pretty, baby.â
And I love how you wrote reader to tease him back as well and the fact that Joel enjoyed it too. ALSO, THE ENDING!?!?! Oh shit, things about to get wild from here.
Dr. Miller - Pt 2
Orthopedic!Joel Miller x afab!Reader | W/C: 4.8k
Summary: Itâs time for your second appointment with Dr. Miller.
Warnings: canon-divergent - no outbreak, medical professional au. Reader (she/her) has female anatomy and is able-bodied. No physical description of race. Reference to readerâs clothing, but no sizes mentioned (everything is neutral). Pet names (darlinâ, angel, girl, etc). Most definitely doctor malpractice LMFAO. 18+ MDNI. Inherent power imbalance (doctor-patient relations). Dirty talk. Hickeys/biting/marking. Fingering. Slight begging. Praise kink. Multiple orgasms. Spit kink. P in V unprotected (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Cum play/cum swallowingâŠsnowball kissesđ„Ž. Daddy kink⊠and last but not least, the ending.. Iâm not gonna say what, youâll just have to read, but Iâm sorryđ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ« although Iâm foregoing a warning or two for plot purposes, please let me know if they should be up here! Iâll fix it accordingly!đ«¶
A/N: Here goes round 2! As far as the series goes and as far as posting it goes LMAO!! This hellsite deleted my first attempt in posting, so hopefully it stays up this time around. And Iâm giving a big thank you to @honeyedmiller for proofreading and catching my horrendous grammar mistakes lololol I love you𩶠Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy!!! Iâd love to hear what you think :) luv u guys xx
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Friday. 4pm. Your next appointment with Dr. Miller was tomorrow.Â
This was the first ever doctor appointment youâve ever been excited for. The automated text their system sends out didnât tell you to arrive early, and youâll admit, you were bummed.Â
Youâll show up early regardless. Maybe heâd be able to see you sooner if his schedule allows. At least, you can hope, anyway.Â
After your appointment with him last week, you were left hurt and wanting. You knew the hurt was a natural reaction to the sudden dopamine drop, and something tells you Dr. Miller is a guy whoâs adamant on aftercare. So, you swept those emotions under the rug easily.Â
Not so easily, however, was your needy cunt and the way it drooled and throbbed for nearly an entire week straight, craving the one thing she almost had. She barely had a taste, but she was already hooked, addicted even.Â
Your fingers, your vibrator, your purple dildo thatâs helped you come plenty of times â nothing could get you off. Not anymore.Â
Unbeknownst to you, Dr. Miller had the exact same problem. Well, okay â he could ejaculate just fine, but the want never seemed to leave his system. Ever since heâs had his taste of you, he could never reach the feeling of satisfaction. And it has taken an absolute toll on him.Â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Dee snarked. Only she could ever talk to him like that. She keeps him on his toes.Â
âThe hell is wrong with me?â he huffed.Â
âYouâre being a grump, doc,â she replies.Â
He rolls his eyes. âAinât I always?âÂ
âYeah,â she says thoughtfully. âBut you seem more⊠miserable.â
âGee, Dee, well thank you for that,â he replies monotonously.Â
âYouâre welcome,â she snickers. She comes closer, voice hushed. âSeriously, though. Do you need to get laid or something?â
He chokes on the coffee he now regrets bringing up to his lips. âJesus,â he coughs. âTime and place, Dee,â he says, trying to collect himself.Â
She raises her hands up defensively. âIâm just lookinâ out for ya, doc,â she smirks, howling out a laugh as she puts Dr. Miller out of his misery by returning to her desk.Â
He just shakes his head in response, fighting the blush on his cheeks at the thought of you taking care of the needs Dee so outwardly pointed out he had.Â
Dr. Miller wouldnât have to wait much longer, though. Your appointment was so soon, only one more work day before heâs able to be blessed by your presence again. That is, until Dee finds another opportunity to shit on Dr. Millerâs mood.Â
âWhat do you mean weâre supposed to close early tomorrow?â Dr. Miller gruffs.Â
âExactly that, Miller,â Dee treads lightly. âIt was in the calendar. Too many people have off in the afternoon tomorrow. Itâs Easter weekend. Youâll be sorely understaffed.â
âThen who booked the patients after 2 if us closing early was in the calendar?â Dr. Miller is never one to be an asshole, dictating boss, but his irritation is very much getting the best of him right now.Â
Dee whispers her next response. ââŠThe new hire. But donât blame them. I shouldâve caught it sooner,â she reasons.Â
Dr. Miller takes a steadying breath. âSo how many people do we gotta disappoint right now?â
Dee pulls up the calendar on her phone. Dr. Miller watches her shoulders physically relax. âOh! Actually, youâve only got one person. At 4. Iâll call right now to reschedule,â Dee says with a finality.Â
âWait- who?â Dr. Miller asks. He knows who it is.Â
Dee looks confused for a moment, but she indulges and reads off your name to her boss.Â
âYâknow what, Dee,â Dr. Miller waves her off. âIâll take care of that appointment, itâs fine.â
âDr. Miller, are you sure-â
ââCourse,â he cuts her off. âIâm the only one in this damn office without Easter plans, anyway,â he huffs. âEmpty nest or however that sayinâ goes.â
Dee nods in understanding. âHowâs she doing?âÂ
âFuckinâ amazinâ,â Dr. Miller marvels. âShe just surprises me more ân more everyday.â
Dee smiles before she returns to their situation at hand. âAre you sure you donât want me to reschedule?â
âIâm sure,â Dr. Miller states. âListen, I know this practice wouldnât be able to run without any of yâall, and without you especially-â Dr. Miller explains.Â
âYou flatter me,â Dee butts in with a straight face.Â
He smirks before continuing. âBut have some faith in this old man, why donât ya? I think Iâm more than capable of doinâ the whole check in, check out thing.â
Dee takes in a sharp breath. âItâs much more than that, Miller, but nonetheless,â she holds her hands up in surrender. âIâll put some faith in ya, old man.â
âThank ya,â he drawls. âNow please go talk to the new hire about their mistake, I think theyâre still afraid of me a lil bit.â
She laughs in the affirmative, shutting Dr. Millerâs office door on her way out.Â
Holy shit.Â
His plan to get you alone just worked itself out. Thank you, newbie, he thinks to himself.
Dr. Millerâs office is less than ten minutes away from you, yet somehow you decide that if you left any later than 3, youâd keep Dr. Miller waiting, and you certainly didnât want that happening. Â
The parking lot is completely empty, a lone vehicle â a hefty truck â sits only two spaces away from your own. Your tummy swirls, knowing exactly whose car that might be. However, another swirl of nerves swarms through you. Why are there no other vehicles?Â
Swallowing the anxious lump in your throat, you step out of your car and make your way inside the office. Inside is even further void of life than the parking lot.Â
You make a beeline for the check-in window, picking up the pen from the cup to begin filling out your information when a deep drawl of your name startles you.
âDr. Miller,â you jump, your eyebrows flying to your forehead.Â
âShit,â Dr. Miller chuckles. âSorry, darlinâ,â his voice was much softer, careful. âI do that a lot to my staff- sneak up on âem, they call it. Say I need a bell or somethinâ âround my neck.âÂ
You laugh with him at the little anecdote. He motions for you to come on back already, dismissing the check-in process since itâs only you, he explains.Â
âWhy is it only me?â You ask. Well, okay â you know why itâs only you, but how is it only you is the question. He did not just send everyone else home since youâd be here. That would raise too much suspicion.Â
Walking you to the patient room furthest from the potential public eye, he retells the new hireâs mistake. You find yourself in the same mindset as Dr. Miller as you silently thank them for not being more careful.Â
âYou couldâve rescheduled me, you know,â you tell him, eyebrow raised.Â
âYeah, I know,â he quips as he opens the door for you.Â
You step inside, turning around to face him. âSo why didnât you?â
The door clicks shut, and Dr. Millerâs now face-to-face with you, head tilted down to meet your challenging gaze. The air in the room becomes dangerously charged.Â
âI think you know why, angel,â he says, scarily smooth.Â
You donât back down. âEnlighten me.â
He takes a step closer to you, forcing you to step back. âWhy should I? When that very reason is right between those legs already crying for me, huh? I bet sheâs a fuckinâ mess already, ainât she?âÂ
You gulp as your ass hits the exam table, not realizing that Dr. Miller has been slowly cornering you.Â
Without giving you a moment to respond, his lips are crashing into yours, his large hands grabbing onto either side of your face to keep you against him as your body melts into his hold. His tongue licks across your bottom lip, and your mouth opens, letting him in. You mewl into his mouth, each of your tongues lapping one anotherâs flavors, your senses immediately being consumed.Â
The kiss breaks, and you both are frantic. Your hands grab onto the exam table behind you and you hoist yourself up, your fingers already finding the hem of your shirt as you rip it off, letting it fall to the ground. Dr. Miller practically growls at the sight, his chocolate brown eyes blackened with pure need.Â
He shucks off his white coat, letting it join your top as he pounces on you again. He nips at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a pop as he drags his scruffy face across your jaw and down your neck, biting pretty little bruises everywhere his mouth touches.Â
Your hands find the bottom of his shirt, taking the liberty of pulling it off and whining when it gets caught over his broad form. âPatience, angel, Iâm not goinâ anywhere this time,â he coos, his eyes genuine.Â
You huff out in mock annoyance, your eyes silently thanking him for the reassurance. You pull back to let Dr. Miller take off the upper portion of his scrubs. Your irritated façade is quick to fade as your eyes coast his body: his broad shoulders and tanned chest, the product of laborious activity throughout oneâs life; your eyes drag down to his softer middle, the product of a happy, indulgent life. Your spit is suddenly thick.Â
Dr. Millerâs thumb comes up to rub across your bottom lip. âYa alright? Got a lil bit of drool right there,â he taunts.Â
You tilt your head and take his thumb in your mouth, letting your spit coat his digit generously as your hands pull him in by his waist, your fingers scratching the expanse of his sides and his belly. âSo fucking sexy,â you murmur, eyes alight with hunger.Â
Unable to verbally deal with the compliment, Dr. Miller pulls his thumb from your mouth, settling his hand on your jaw as he pulls you in to kiss your lips again. Itâs much softer this time, more savory. He takes his time with it, and it has both your resolves breaking as Dr. Millerâs free hand finds the clasp of your bra and undoes it with ease, the article joining the haphazard pile on the floor.Â
Dr. Miller kisses down your neck once again, your body leaning back to give him more access. His mouth goes straight for your hardened nipple, his tongue circling the entire area before putting as much as he can in his mouth and sucks.His hand fondles your other breast while he works the one in his mouth. Youâre moaning and writhing at the stimulation, your pussy utterly leaking past the barrier of your pants and onto the exam table.Â
âDr. Miller, please,â you gasp. âPlease- need more,â you moan, eyes rolling back at a particular nip to your bud. You can feel him smile against you, his mouth relenting only to move to your other breast. Dr. Miller is all about detail, of course he needs to make sure every part of you receives ample attention.Â
He releases you with a pop, a devilish grin on his face as he stands back to his full height. His hand snakes to your front, the pads of his fingers rubbing softly at your clothed center, your slick completely soaked through. âYa need more?â He drawls. âTell me what you need, baby,â he says sickeningly sweet, his entire hand moving to cup your sex, the squelch of your arousal making his cock twitch.Â
âFuck-â you squeak, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. âT-touch me, p-please,â you stammer.Â
To outsiders looking in â hell, to even you â itâd seem as though Dr. Miller is entirely calm and collected, at ease in the way heâs been teasing you. Yet, with the way his cock is straining the material of his scrubs and the way his chest heaves, he is anything but. He is so far gone, he nearly wanted to rip your clothes off in the waiting room and take you over the fucking counter. But he didnât, much to his displeasure, but he tells himself the buildup is worth the wait. And, fuck- with you? Itâs so fucking worth it.
âI am touchinâ you, darlinâ. Touch how? Use those words, sweet girl, I know you can,â he tells you, squeezing your cunt in a way that has your belly doing flips.
âOh, God-â your head rolls back, body on fire. âF-fuck me, Dr. Miller, n-need your- fuck- need your cock, need it so bad,â you plead, eyes tearing up the more you speak. The man finally broke you.Â
Dr. Miller smiles wildly. âAtta girl,â he rewards you, âIâll give it to ya,â he breathes. âLord knows youâre all I been thinkinâ âbout,â he admits as his fingers begin nudging your pants down.Â
âYeah?â you breathe softly as you lift your hips for him. Even in your aroused craze, you canât help but soften at the admission. âHavenât been able to stop thinking about you either,â you tell him.Â
This is so much more than a fucking hookup, you both think. But you ignore that fact for later.Â
Shaking off the emotion, as soon as your pants join your clothes, you lean back, settling your elbows behind you to keep you up. Letting your legs fall open, you quirk your brow. âWell, cowboy?â
That brings his attention back. His eyes are fixed on your shiny cunt, his tongue twitches to drink you up. But, no, this is about you this time. And what you want is to be full. Heâll give it to you. But, first-
âI was too big for you last time,â he states matter-of-factly.Â
âI-â your eyebrows furrow. âWhat?â
âI hurt you last time.â
âNo you didnât-â
âI could tell it did,â he rebuttals.Â
Without another word, he steps out of the exam room. A beat passes and heâs back â with a fluffy pillow.Â
âUm-â
âLift,â he states.Â
You lift your hips up, and Dr. Miller places the pillow underneath your lower back. âThis should help open your pelvic floor more,â he says. âAnd ease the tightness of the position,â he adds.
And it does.Â
âOh,â you whisper. âThanks,â you say, your cheeks heating up at the action.Â
He leans over you to kiss your tummy before his hands settle on the insides of your thighs. âYou okay?â He asks. His thumbs rub up and down, dangerously close to where youâre leaking for him.
âMhm,â you hum, not trusting your voice anymore.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you,â he says.Â
âOh, God, please-â you whine impatiently.Â
âBut I needa touch you first, angel, I donât wanna hurt you. Please?â
How can you say no to that? To his thick fingers and the way you know he can use them so expertly? How can you say no to the hands that have built his career or to the hands thatâll easily make you fall apart just as much as you know his cock would? Youâd be an absolute dumbass to say no to that.
âOkay, Dr. Miller,â you say, voice shaky in anticipation.Â
âJoel,â he offers.
Your heart skips a beat. âJoel?â you question.Â
âMhm,â he hums. âMy name- well, first name, I guess,â he pauses. His fingers move closer to your core, the softest of touches ghost through your seam. You take a sharp breath in. âJust tellinâ you cuz I wanna hear you moan it when I make a mess aâ you. I bet itâll sound real pretty, baby.â
His thumb finds your clit, then, and you do exactly what Dr. Miller â Joel â wanted. You moan out his name deliciously, sending him groaning at the pang of desire shooting up his spine, his cock weeping for attention.Â
âFuck yeah, angel, thatâs it. Knew youâd sound so fuckinâ gorgeous, fuck-â
His thumb continues its assault on your throbbing bud while the middle finger on his other hand rubs through your wet folds, collecting up the arousal before he pushes into your entrance.Â
Itâs an easy push, his fingers are thick, so thereâs still a slight stretch amongst the pleasure. The work he puts in with both hands has your hips bucking in his touch, and it eases your body enough for him to slip his ring finger along his other.Â
His two fingers fuck into you at a sweet pace, the length of him reaching places your own fingers have never felt before. Itâs pure ecstacy. âOh, Joel, yes- shitshitshit, that feels so fucking good,â you cry, your head lolling around like a bobblehead, your body falling weaker and weaker the more he plays with you.Â
âYeah, baby? Like that? That feel good?â He grunts, his heart beating a mile a minute at how fucking pretty and wild you look and sound from his fingers alone. âSo fuckinâ wet, baby,â he snarls. âYou know what, pretty girl?â
âWhat?â you whine, trying your best to keep your eyes open and on him as your head begins to tingle from how hard youâre panting.Â
âI think youâre ready to take me, baby, I think sheâs so fuckinâ ready,â he grins, his fingers adopting a come-here motion, your sobs reverberating throughout the tiny exam room.Â
âCome for me first, pretty girl, make a mess on my fuckinâ fingers, and Iâll give what youâve been crying for,â he all but demands as he looks down and lets a big glob of his spit fall directly onto your clit, his fingers gliding over you even quicker in the mixture.Â
âFuck- Joel!â you scream, the spit being the action that completely throws you over the edge.Â
âJesus, angel, fuck-â he stills his fingers, letting himself feel the flutter of your warmth as you cream all around him.âSo fuckinâ perfect cominâ all over my fingers, goddamn, messy fuckinâ girl,â he rambles, his eyes roaming every inch of your body, taking in every twitch, shake, and mewl your body is giving him.Â
Your breathing starts to slow, muscles relaxing but not quite over its shaking. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings it directly to his mouth, his cock nearly bursting at the taste of you on his tongue. Another time, he thinks to himself as he bends down to pull the rest of his scrubs off, using the moment to place a chaste kiss to your puffy clit. You yelp at the sensation, a lazy, blissed out smile blesses him, and he can hear his heartbeat thrum in his ears at the sight.Â
Joel crowds himself between your thighs again, pumping his cock a few times, his thumb reaching for the precum leaking at his slit and spreading it all over his length.Â
âHow you feelinâ?â Joel checks in.Â
âSo fucking good, Joel,â you respond, doe-eyed but entirely honest.Â
He wants to kiss you so fucking bad.
So he does.Â
He leans over you as best as he can in this angle, his length rubbing against your folds as he leans in, his hand wraps at the base of your neck, pulling you in for an open-mouthed kiss â wet, hot, and slow. He pulls away with a blush across his cheeks, and your face is entirely engulfed by flames, too. Did that kiss make him nervous? Did it make you nervous?
Unable to look away from each other, you utter the first thing that comes to mind. âPlease,â you whisper, though you donât really know what youâre pleading for.Â
âI got ya,â Joel whispers, pulling himself back to line up his erection with your entrance.Â
Even though Joelâs fingers were a stretch all on their own and your body was quick to adjust, you genuinely donât think anything could truly prepare you for the length and girth of Dr. Joel Miller.
Last week, it was damn near impossible. Thinking back to it, honestly, you think you might want to even thank the nurse that interrupted you two. Still, if Joel hadnât prepared you today with his fingers, you definitely wouldnât have been able to take him as fast as you are now.
He pushes in just the tip, and you both gasp at the initial pleasure. Your mewls are more pleasurable than painful this time around, and Joel takes that as the go-ahead to keep going.
âYou tell me if I needa stop, darlinâ, Iâll stop immediately,â Joel grunts, trying his best to keep slow.Â
âGod, fuck- Joel, I swear to God, you better not stop- need you so bad,â you lament. He finally pushes himself to the hilt, your rambling continuing as he does so. âPlease fuck me, baby, fuck me hard, da-â you gasp and slap your hand over your mouth, catching yourself before you let yourself finish that word.Â
Joel pauses all movement, his hands tightly on your hips as his purely black eyes stare down at you. âWhatâd ya say, angel?â
âJ-Joel, I-Iâm sorry, I donât know what-â
âNot my question, babygirl,â he warns softly. âWhatâd you call me?â
You gulp, opting to just stare at him, silently begging him to spare you of the embarrassment.Â
He withdraws from you, all the way out to the tip, then, oh so slowly he pushes back in. He pauses halfway, eyebrow raised. Words.
âPlease, Jo-â you start. His hand squeezes your hip in warning. âPlease⊠Daddy, please,â you whine, finally giving in. With that, he pushes in roughly to the hilt, knocking all the wind from your lungs as pure pleasure flows through every nerve in your body. âOh, fuck!â
âThatâs it, angel, such a good fuckinâ girl,â he moans, his thrusts slow but calculated. âMakinâ daddy feel so good, baby, shit-â he tells you, his own eyes finally fluttering shut as he revels in the feeling of the warmth of your walls, tight and fucking perfect.
âHowâs daddyâs girl feelinâ, baby? Feelinâ good? Hm?â he grunts with a particular thrust forward.Â
âSo- fuck-â you try to get out, your sweet cries of euphoria cutting you off and forcing you into incoherency. But youâve experienced enough in this short time with Dr. Miller â with Joel â to know he needs this communication. He thrives on it. So you try your damn hardest. And fuck, it nearly sends him to his end.Â
âF-feels so good, so so good- mmm, shit- love your cock sâmuch, daddy,â you slur, eyes nearly going cross-eyed as Joelâs hips start to move faster, his fingers gripping tight enough to leave little bruises on your waist, a matching set to the marks across your neck and chest.Â
The wanton moans spilling from your mouth spurs Joel on, his brain short-circuiting at the feel of your velvety core consuming him. You feel him twitch before he feels you flutter. The sensation wakes you up a little, a wave of confidence overtaking you despite the fervent drive of his hips.Â
âYouâre close, daddy,â you whine, a mischievous grin across your face. âCan feel you,â you tell him, thrusting your hips softly, attempting to meet his every push and pull with the help of the pillow gliding underneath you.Â
âFuck-â he chokes, his hips only faltering in pace for barely a moment. One hand lets go of your waist and falls where you two are connected. âNeed you- shit-â he pants. âNeed you to come âround daddyâs cock first, pretty girl.â His thumb finds your nerves, slick and sensitive, and wastes no time in forcing you to the brink of another orgasm.Â
His fingers circle you, matching the rhythm of his hips, and instantly, your eyes clamp shut, back arching deliciously as you let your legs open impossibly further. âOh, daddy- oh God, oh fuck- Iâm gonna come, Iâm gonna-â you yell as your throat becomes hoarse, your chest sinking and rising as you let your body relish in the fire that Joel is throwing you into.Â
âGive it tâme, lemme feel you, angel,â Joel urges, his lower tummy flexing as he feels your inner walls spasm and soak his pulsing length. Â
âOh, yes- yeah, fuck- please,â you babble mindlessly. Pulling yourself to sit up, your hand planted behind you, you pull Joel in, lips ghosting each other as his quick breaths fan against your lips. âYou gonna come? My pussy that good, daddy?â
Your random spurts of teasing has Joel in all sorts of panic. Usually, heâs one to call the shots, and all his past partners never wanted or requested anything different, but it seems as though he has finally met his match. âFuckin- Christ, doll- pussyâs so fuckinâ good, baby, daddyâs gonna fuckin- oh fuck-â he keens, pulling out just in time for his cock to spill his entire worth across your mound and your lower belly.Â
âOh my god,â you moan to yourself, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight of him all over you.Â
Joel takes a minute to catch his breath, his eyes scanning every inch of you like he didnât just violate every Doctor oath heâs ever taken.Â
âI think I need to be the one to check in this time,â you let out in a breathy laugh. âYou okay?â
He still isnât looking in your eye, and it makes you nervous. Is he regretting everything now? âJoel?â you call, barely audible.Â
His eyes snap to yours before they fall back to where he was looking before. âYeah, yeah, Iâm alright, baby, I just, uh-â
Cutting himself off, he bends down slowly. You watch him, confused but intrigued. He sticks his tongue out, flat, and licks. From your mound to the lower part of your belly, he collects up the salty, milky liquid on his tongue.Â
He brings his mouth up to you, his hand finding purchase at the back of your neck. He pulls you into his mouth, his tongue invites itself into your space along with the heady musk of his come, and you welcome it greedily, swallowing every little bit of his arousal that you can.
You break away just before his watch beeps: 5:45pm, fifteen minutes until closing. âThat was-â
âIâm sorry, that was disgustinâ I donât know why I jusâ did that-â
You lean in to nip at him, pulling away with a suck to his pouty bottom lip. âThat was hot, Dr. Miller,â you smirk.Â
Dr. Millerâs exam rooms, although not often, can see a lot of bodily fluids. Obviously not the kinds that you two have exchanged together, but with the notion of removing casts and such, sweat is bound to get everywhere. So every room holds baby and/or sanitizing wipes just in case.Â
He grabs a pack of baby wipes underneath the cabinet and takes out a few. He wipes your entire lower half down, and grabs some more from the pack to wipe himself off. Itâs a dance of wobbly limbs as both of you help each other dress back up, you being particularly whiny at how stiff the scrub material is when you try and blame it on his big size.Â
âI thought you liked how big I am?â He quips, your eyebrows shooting up in response as you slap his chest.Â
All dressed up, you two walk out of the exam room, both you and Dr. Miller on cloud nine as you make your way back to the front office.
Before reaching the door, he grabs on your waist, pulling you against the wall, towering over you. That beautiful Southern gentleman smile bright on display, the kind of smile that has your knees wanting to buckle.Â
âI- I had a great time with you,â he says, a little bashful. Sure, the things you did together were otherworldly, but the things that came after? How he was able to help clean you, dress you, and simply just be with you afterwards? He really canât remember a time heâs felt so right.Â
âI did, too,â you tell him. âBut, I thinkâŠâ you trail off.Â
His stomach sinks. Here it comes. We shouldnât be doing this anymore, he knows youâll say.Â
âI think I canât be your patient anymore,â you whisper with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âDear God, you just about gave me a damn heart attack,â he huffs, burying his head into the crook of your neck, littering playful nips anywhere he can reach as payback for scaring him.Â
You two break out in laughter, it slowly turning into an impromptu makeout session as his lips find yours again, both of you insatiable for one anotherâs taste.Â
Youâre so caught up in each other that neither of you realize the front door of the office unlocks, nor do you realize someone is entering the hallway you two are currently in.Â
You also donât hear the gasp coming from the person either, not until-
âDr. Miller?!â
Shit.Â
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Thank you for the tag @endlessthxxghts. â€ïž
My top 5 favourite songs atm are :
Brick House 2003 - Rob Zombie, Lionel Richie, Trina.
Oh Qué Serå? - Willie Colón.
Wave Goodbye - Chris Cornell.
If You Want Me To Stay - Sly & The Family Stone.
Last Nite - The Strokes.
Very varied mix lol but that's just what my music taste is.
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1. saturn- sza
2. prototype- outkast
3. wy@- brent faiyaz
4. funky little beat- debbie deb
5. hard times- paramore
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We need more people like @endlessthxxghts in the world for real, seriously. The world would be a much better place with people as sweet as L. đđ«¶â€ïž
Hey sweetie, long time no see. I just wanted to come on here and apologise for being quite absent on here as of late, ive honestly just been not in the right head space to do much more than the occasional lurking for 10 mins or so a day. But i'm just sending this to let you know ive defs not forgotten about you. I saw that you got shaddow banned a while ago (damn it tumblr) but i'm so glad you seamed to have got it sorted relatively quickly and I also saw your post about your struggles with paying for you classes this semester and I can't imagine how stressful that is. Ive sent you a tip on ko-fi so I hope that everything goes well with that. I have missed our little reblog interactions so much and just you in general. So best you believe I will be spending the next few days catching up on all your beautiful works that I missed and reblogging them with the most absurd memes and deranged and thirsty comments. You are the best and lots of love you. â€ïžđ«¶(sorry for the long and possibly pointless message)
HI, MY LOVE!! It has been long time no see :,) I have missed our interactions and purely just you so much. You truly are one of the brighter parts of my dayđ©¶
I just wanna start off by saying no apologies are necessary. None at all. I completely understand what it's like to not be in the right headspace to do much of anything, and we all cope in different ways. Do what you need to do for your mental health. Iâll be here when youâre back. đ«¶
Second, yeah, I got shadow banned đ that shit was the most annoying thing in my entire life, and Iâm lucky enough to have resolved it in like a little over 24 hours? Whatever the case was, I know people have to deal with a shadow ban for weeks, so Iâm really grateful the situation turned out how it did. However, Iâve been very paranoid still whenever I post, but Iâm sure thatâll go away with time hopefully đ
And, also. Thank you. So much. Your entire message honestly has me crying right now, but now Iâm crying even further. I know nowadays, cost of living is fucking insane, and to have so many humans come together when someone is in a little bit extra of some help, it truly blows my mind and makes my heart grow tenfold. Thank you for the tip, my love, itâll definitely help, and Iâm sure everything will be okay in the end. I know it. Iâm sending you the biggest and tighest hug ever. Iâm also manifesting that your favorite Pedro boy shows up in your dreams tonight đ LOL I LOVE U
And lastly, againâ your sorry is entirely unnecessary!!! I love YOU and I love ANYTHING you have to say!! Whether itâs 100, 1k, or 10k words, Iâll read them all and give you triple the amount back hehe. Nothing is long to me. And itâs also not pointless. My silly little brain appreciates the communication out of this. So, really, thank you.đ«¶
You are the best, and Iâm sending all my love to you. I look forward to the deranged commentary and memesđđ©¶đ©¶
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Wow, this was so hawt!!!! Seriously, I will never be able to get enough of this duo, I live for these ole southern cowboys. Love the contrast between rough, hard, sex and the sweet praises falling from Joel's and Jack's lips. Also, I'm so flattered and honored that you were inspired by me and think my work is a masterpiece. Thank you so much. đ«¶đ„șâ€ïž
Rodeo prizes
Paring: Joel Miller x Female reader x Agent Whiskey
Summary: After meet Jack and Joel, you couldn't resist the idea of get into their bed.
Word counting: 1.6k
Rating: +18
Warnings: Oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, p in v sex, anal sex, face sitting, slight voyeurism, aftercare.
A/N: I don't even know what to say about this one. Highly inspired by the masterpiece written by @cerridwen007.
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You never thought a simple tour on the rodeo could get so out of hand.
Yet, there you were, sitting on Jackâs face while he was eating you out and having Joelâs hand wrapped in your hair as moaned with your mouth full of his cock.
Yes, definitely not a common Saturday night.
You started to flirt with both of them just for fun, but at some point, you were fully conscious that if any of them wanted to take you to their bed, you would say yes without flinching. You just werenât expecting the proposal to involve both of them at the same time, and you expected even less your positive answer.
Any hesitant thoughts you could have vanished once both of them had their hands all over you, making you realize that their rough exterior had been completely undone while they showered you with kisses and praises, letting you free to put your dubious fantasies into practice. The last one was the reason why you ended up kneeling on the mattress with Joel standing next to the bed with his cock weighing on your tongue while your rationality was extinguished at each move of Jackâs mouth on your soaked cunt.
You were for sure loving every crumb of that, bucking your hips back and forth without even realize as you eagerly sucked and savored every inch of Joel you could, one hand resting on his stomach while the other squeezed the hand Jack had resting on one of your thighs.
As the knot in your lower stomach grew, you knew you would have to throw the towel; the soft scratches on your scalp and tugs on your hair Joel was providing you with along with the hoarse moans coming from him and Jack werenât doing any favor to your self-control, so you didnât try to keep it, letting go of the cock on your mouth, you rested your forehead on Joelâs stomach while you sank your nails on Jackâs wrist, rubbing yourself against his face, crying out when his nose nudged your clit, sending your over the edge, making you wet all over his face and start to melt, being promptly grabbed by Joel.
âSheâs so responsive, isnât she?â Joelâs voice came out husky as he petted your head.
âAnd tastes like heaven.â Jackâs voice came from behind you and you sighed when he planted a kiss on your shoulder, his lips and mustache still moist with your juices. You remained still for a moment as you enjoyed your laziness post-orgasm, biting your bottom lip as you felt both of the men soothingly caressing your skin.
Sitting on his heels, Jack pulled you to his lap, biting your nape and caressing your hips, resulting in you squirming and sighing with Jackâs throbbing erection pressing against your buttcheek. You were about to tilt your head, but Joel grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, causing your whole body to feel like your skin was burning. You squealed and sank your nails into Jackâs thigh as you felt his hard length sliding between your buttocks, slowly stretching your tight hole, making you give up and let your eyelids fall as your eyes rolled back. Jack smirked as you melted on his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist and softly nibbling your shoulder with one hand sinking in your hair. Unquestioningly you were about to turn into a puddle, what didnât get better as Joelâs warm chest touched your torso, already convinced you that being the middle part of that sandwich was for sure a life-changing experience.
Needing an enormous effort, you opened your eyes to watch Joel effortlessly sinking his cock into your dripping cunt, taking a loud moan out of you; if you ever got told that someday you would be squashed between two southern cowboys, you would have laughed out of pure disbelief, but being living that situation, you started to ask yourself why took you so long to give it a try. You knew that every possible inch of you was filled by both of them and you couldnât be more satisfied by it.
Jack occupied himself with kissing and nibbling the back of your neck and the curve of your shoulder as his hands moved to the front of your body, groping your breasts and rubbing your hardened sensitive nipples, causing you to whimper and melt under his touch. Savoring every detail of the beautiful view of you being all cockdrunk, Joel kept his gaze glued on every little part of your body, letting his calloused hands squeeze your soft stomach and caress your hips, smirking at the little squeal you let out as both he and Jack began to move more intensively.
âYâsuch a precious lilâ thing, sugar.â Jack teased and nibbled your earlobe, making sure to let out a heavy breath against your ear. You were just about to turn your head to look at him while still processing his words, but Joel grabbed your jaw before you could do it, making you look into his eyes.
âFor sure an unfairly pretty doll.â Joel praised while caressing under your chin, then leaned to kiss you, ruining the little crumbs of breath you still had, taking a deep sigh of you when his gray beard softly scratched your face. When Joel leaned back and broke the kiss, you inhaled slowly to catch your breath, but Jack didnât give you the chance, turning your head gently and kissing you hungrily while wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady as he increased his pace once again. You could only whimper while your hand rested on his arm, scratching his skin hard.
As he felt your throbbing cunt squeezing his cock, Joel leaned to savor your slightly sweat skin, trailing kisses from your neck to between your breasts, then moving to softly suck one of your nipples. You contorted abruptly with that, making both of the men groan with the sudden motion of your hips. Needing to catch your breath, you had to break the kiss, leaning your head back and resting your nape on Jackâs shoulder as one of your hands sank into Joelâs hair.
The much you knew your body, you were aware that that knot on your lower stomach wasnât being caused by the soft nudges of Joelâs cock against your cervix or because Jack was balls-deep sinking into your ass, but the result of their unstoppable attempts to send you over the edge, especially when they were way too good at doing it. You tried to say something between your gasps and moans, but all that came out was an incomprehensible mumble.
âWhatâs the matter, sugar?â Jack questioned while gently kissing your cheek.
âIâm⊠Iâm c-â You were once more interrupted by your whimper as your hips moved involuntarily again.
âWe know, darlinâ.â He whispered against your temple with his mustache softly scratching your skin.
You got the last straw as Joel softly brushed his teeth against your nipple, letting yourself go, squeezing their cocks hard as your whole body started having small spasms and, even though you had two handsome men to look at, you couldnât do more than close your eyes hard, feeling every muscle of your body tensing up before you got slightly boneless with that almost overwhelming orgasm.
Your non-stopping moving and whimpering made Jack throw his composure out of the window, sinking his face into the curve of your neck, moaning against your skin as he emptied every drop of his cum inside you, causing you to arch your back and bite your bottom lip. Mesmerized by the delicious scene of both of you falling apart, Joel couldnât do any better than join the moment, biting the other side of your neck and letting his face rest there as his hands grabbed your hips tight enough to leave a soft bruise, keeping you steady as his thrusts became erratic and he filled your pulsing cunt.
You didnât bother to try to move, feeling completely boneless and drained. After a while, you realized that somehow you ended up on Joelâs lap with him soothingly caressing your back and kissing the top of your head. No much later you felt Jack gently spreading your legs and carefully cleaning you with a fresh towel that felt like a caress on your hipper sensitive skin.
Once you were clean, you moaned lazily as Joel made you sit straight on his lap and you needed a moment to process that what was placed on your hands was a glass of water. You drank every drop from that glass, just then realizing how exhausted you felt.
With too much delicacy for someone with that constant grumpy face, Joel settled you on your side on the bed and spooned you without second thoughts. After turning off the light, Jack joined the two of you on the bed, also holding you and kissing your head when you tucked your face against his chest.
âCan I ask something?â your voice came out quietly.
âOf course, darlinâ.â Jack answered in the same tone and Joel just nodded lazily behind you.
âDo you guys have any plans for tomorrow?â you couldnât help a smile as both of them chuckled.
âWhat a greedy lilâ lady.â Jack finished his statement with a kiss on your temple.
âDonât worry, honey. We wouldnât dare choose any plan over you.â Joel confirmed and kissed your nape, nuzzling his face against your skin.
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I don't think ill ever get sick of the dbf!Joel who takes you virginity trope ever. Or just any Joel fic dbf or not where he takes you virginity. I love the way your wrote him and how you changed it to his perspective at the end. I love how he was kind and caring but still had that bit of edge to him. This was very, very enjoyable.
unearth [no outbreak!joel miller x virgin f!reader]
summary: When your normally strict parents go out of town for two weeks and leave you on your own for the first time with little warning, you're left reeling and afraid of being on your own for so long. Luckily, Joel Miller, your father's best friend, very generously offers to let you stay with him. Your long time crush on him shouldn't be a problem at all.
ratings/warnings: E [smut, yearning, Joel is a little manipulative, loss of virginity, dad's best friend, nice big age gap (reader is 21, Joel is 40), liberal use of baby girl, religious trauma of the Christian variety (no denomination noted), reader wears a sundress, shaming of sexuality, bad relationship with reader's parents, insecurity, flirting, trouble orgasming, pussy pronouns (she/her), humping/grinding, masturbation, unprotected PIV, oral sex, references to early 00s media, soft Joel, i think that's it]
wc: 6.1k
a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! so i've had this idea for like a really long time but i thought maybe everyone had already done all this so i let it rot in the docs, and then i just suddenly felt the need to finish it. so happy birthday, pedro, i hope you never read this. for all the girlies (gn) with some leftover issues related to sex and purity culture, this is for us<3 special shout out to @mothandpidgeon for the feedback and to her, @swiftispunk, @haylzcyon, and @joeloverture for listening to me yap about this specific fic for months now.
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Itâs summer again.Â
Everything is sticky and hot and youâre out of class for another month and a half until your senior year in college starts. Finallyâfinally youâll graduate and get out from underneath the thumb of two strict religious parents and live your own life.Â
You hope, anyway.
For the first time in your life, at twenty-one years old, theyâre on a vacation without you. Really, itâs less a vacation and more of a marriage retreatâsomething to revive or restore or renew whatever good Christian couples do after twenty-five years of marriage. Youâd only been half paying attention when your mother sprang this bit of news on you at their anniversary party, too focused on the idea of being home alone for two whole weeks starting Monday morning.Â
Youâve never been home alone for more than a night at most. The dark is scary enough with other people around. A day might be doable, but two weeks? All alone?Â
Itâs not like you have anywhere to go, either. Your friends from school all live scattered around the country, and anyone youâd had a relationship with as a teenager isnât the kind of person you want anything to do with now.Â
Typical of them, really, throwing you in the deep end and expecting you to figure it out when itâs finally convenient for them that you learn how to swim. Theyâd done the same thing when it came to driving, too.Â
âYouâre an adult,â your father had said, after spending the last three years making sure you understood that heâs in charge and you are not an adult. âFigure it out.â
To your surprise, it was Mr. Miller to the rescue. Mr. Miller, your fatherâs best friendâone of those blue collar working man types that always has a little dirt under his nails. Mr. Miller and his t-shirts that hug the fullest part of his bicep and his big bear hugs that last a little longer lately. Mr. Miller whoâs always made you trip over your sentences with his sweet brown eyes and big smiles.Â
He doesnât like it when you call him Mr. Miller, but your parents are insistent about it. Heâs never made his own daughter address them by their last names, something thatâs always brought you great joy to observe. Theyâre obsessed with propriety, but not enough to confront someone else about it.Â
And you know why. Itâs not about respecting oneâs eldersâthey just want to control things. Mr. MillerâJoelâis not one so easily controlled.Â
You donât really understand his friendship with your father, but you suppose itâs not your business to understand. You're not quite sure what close male friendships are supposed to look like, after all. Joel might not know a thing about your father.
When he offers you his home for the next two weeks, you donât even think of declining, not even in the polite way your mother taught you. Decline once, and then accept. It makes no sense to you, but itâs âmanners.â You donât care about manners right now.Â
âAre you excited to have the place all to yourself?â Heâd asked after your mom told you. Joel, apparently, knew about it all before you did. You shook your head.Â
âNot really. Iâm a little scared of staying on my own for so long. Iâve neverâŠI mean, theyâve neverâŠâÂ
Heâd just nodded and youâd quickly grown embarrassed, wishing youâd just lied. His daughter was younger than you, off enjoying life on her own at UT so much that sheâd found housing near the campus and stayed there, and here you are, worried about the dark.Â
Humiliating.Â
But then heâd bumped your shoulder with his and asked, âWhy donât you come stay with me for a couple weeks, sweetheart? Iâm not around all that much when Iâm workinâ a job, youâll have all the privacy you need.â
âReally?â You asked. âI mean, my parents, I donât know if theyâllâbut yes! Iâd really like that.â
Youâd tried to keep your cool, tried not to act too eager, but it was useless. Youâd been to his house before, but never alone with him. Not that you thought anything would happen, of course. He was just being kind to you, like he always has been.Â
He just wanted to make you feel safe.Â
It only takes you a few days to adjust. He leaves early in the morning and comes home late covered in sweat and dirt and sawdust. He meant what heâd said; you really do have all the privacy you need. You wish heâd give you less. Some nights, he sits with you in the living room and scarfs down whatever little meal youâve made for him. Never anything fancy, just canned ravioli or a frozen pizza, but he looks so grateful every time you wonder how long itâs been since anyone did anything for him.
You might do just about anything for him.
A week into your stay, the heat is relentlessâeighty nine degrees at nine oâclock, and even with the air running you canât stand more than a tank top and a pair of flimsy shorts. You donât think too much about your attireâitâs July in Texas, after all.
Youâre in the living room watching American Idol when Joel gets home. He grimaces at the TV on the way to the kitchen.
âYou like that show?â He asks a moment later, leaning against the doorframe with a beer in his hand. His dark hair is curled with sweat, and his jeans are even tighter than usual. How does he get any work done in those things?
âJust the auditions,â you say, shrugging. âThose have to be staged, right?â
He gives a noncommittal nod, coming to a halt in front of the couch. His eyes drag over your bare legs and up to your low cut top. âYou warm, sweetheart?â He asks.Â
âA little,â you admit, suddenly very conscious of the way heâs looking at you. âItâs no big deal.â
He sits next to you, spreading his legs in that domineering way men do so that his jean-clad thigh presses against your leg. âBet youâd do good on this,â he says, nodding toward the TV. âPretty girl like you.â
âI canât even sing,â you point out.Â
âDonât matter,â he laughs. âWith that face? That body? Shit.â
You bite your lip and let out a nervous giggle, too flustered at the idea of him looking at your body at all to answer. You like it, thoughâit sends a rush of arousal through you, and you cross your legs, hoping it disguises the way you squeeze your thighs together.
âAh, shit,â he says softly. âIâm sorry, honey. That make you uncomfortable? Iâm not tryinâ to be disrespectful.â
âNo!â You quickly dismiss his worries. The last thing you need is him thinking youâre some little girl who canât take a compliment. âThank you, Joel. Youâre very sweet.â
He brushes his knuckle over your bare shoulder and smiles. âYou, too, sweetheart.â
Goosebumps flare over the skin he touches, but he doesnât remark on it. Twenty minutes later, heâs somehow even closer to you, pressed right up against your side. He smells like outside, like he needs a long shower, but all that does is make you want him even more.
He gets up eventually, knees popping with a soft groan, and stretches. âAll right, sweetheart, Iâm gonna head on to bed. Can barely keep my eyes open.â
You stand, too, not ready to part with him just yet, but lacking any reason to keep him around. Instead, you reach past him for the remote and turn the TV off, pretending like youâre tired, too. You couldnât be more awake.Â
Before you can even try to make yourself leave, Joel slides his fingers underneath the thin strap of your tank top. âThis is a pretty thing,â he says. âYou usually wear this around the house?â
You swallow. âAm I not supposed to?â
ââCourse you can,â he says, smiling at you and pulling his hand back. âJust canât imagine your dad letting you walk around in something like this.â
âWell, Iâm not a kid,â you say, slightly indignant. âItâs hot, so Iâm wearing it. And I wear it at home, too.â
Youâre lying.
âAttagirl. Just want you to be comfortable here, sweetheart.â Joel grins and squeezes your arm. You want him to squeeze everything on you like that.Â
That night you toss and turn, trying to stop the burning need in your belly. You cup your mound, too scared to try to give yourself any real relief, but you need something. Eventually, you fall into a restless, fitful sleep, haunted by vivid and dirty dreams starring Joel Miller.
The next morning you wake with an angry, insistent throb between your legs. The house is quietâJoel must have left for the day alreadyâand you know, without a doubt, you need to do something about the wet, sticky arousal between your legs.Â
It hits you that you finally can do something about it without fear of someone barging in, too. Your hand trails down your stomach, reaching into your panties, and you let out a long sigh of relief as you reach your hard, swollen clit.Â
Itâs not so easy, though.Â
You rarely get a chance to do this, and you can count the number of successful orgasms youâve had on one hand. Itâs always so much work, and today is no exception, no matter how riled up you are.
You try every way you can think ofâon your back, on your tummy, standing, sitting, laying down, fingers in, fingers out. Nothing works. You need something more.Â
And then, of course, there is the all-consuming guilt that eats at you, always. Even though youâre alone, even if heâs at work, youâve been defiling yourself in the house heâs so graciously offered to you, and you canât stop from thinking of him, touching yourself for hours until your fingers cramp and shoulders ache and you still canât get there. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes.Â
You need this so much.Â
Itâs been months now, maybe over a year since youâd come. Consciously, anyway. Sometimes you wake up after a particularly erotic dream soaked and twitching and furious. Itâs not fair. Why not when youâre awake, too?
But you know that answer deep down. Itâd been beaten into your head for years and years: no sex until marriage and no violating your body. Itâs disgusting, only dirty girls do that, and youâre not a dirty girl. You were a good girl. You went to church, you did your chores, you babysat your neighborsâ kids for free, you did volunteer work.Â
You were a good girl.Â
Dirty girls have sex; they let men touch them in ways only husbands should. Dirty girls drink and smoke and wonât make it into heaven.Â
Youâd been determined to make it into heaven, once. Now, you donât care so much about some heavenly kingdom. Youâre more interested in getting off.Â
You sigh and peel your sweaty body off your sheets. Maybe a shower will take your mind off all of this. A shower and a book in the living room, somewhere public enough to keep your hands off of your pussy.
The couch is overstuffed and suede, comfortable and squishy enough to take a nap on without waking up with a crick in your neck. You lay down and pull a book from your bag, intending on finishing all the assigned reading for your Womenâs Fiction class before the semester begins.Â
Most of the books youâve read for school, even the novels and short stories have been dry, dense classicsâthe perfect distraction. It might even put you to sleep.Â
After a while, though, you think you might be in trouble.Â
A description of a manâs hands has your whole body trembling. Joel has nice handsâlarge and veiny with a rough palm and calloused fingertips from years of working with wood and nails and power tools you couldnât name, but that was fine. Maybe heâd show you one day.Â
Closing your eyes, you lay the book on your chest and breathe, trying to regain some control. Youâve lost every bit of control youâd deluded yourself into believing youâd had as Joelâs hands invade your consciousness.
He could teach you a lot with those hands, you think. You bet he knows a lot about pleasing women. Maybe he could even teach you how to please yourself.Â
You imagine him directing you in that firm voice, praising you for listening so well. Telling you how proud he is of you. That youâve done such a good job, youâre such a good, sweet girl.
You hike up the little sundress youâd put on after your shower, trailing your fingers up and down your torso and focusing on how soft your skin is. They hit the book spine and a thought crosses your desperate, needy mind.Â
Maybe you need something firm.Â
Maybe your fingers are too soft, your touch too light, your pillows too squishy.Â
Jesus Christ, youâre possessed, contemplating nestling a book between your legs. You open one eye, peeking around for something to distract you from this, anything at all, but thereâs nothing. Itâs just you and your dirty mind.
You need to get out of the house.Â
But as you stand, holding the couch arm for balance, something clicks. Cushioned but firm. Not too wide, not too tall. Your pulse quickens, eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to pop out, but itâs just you, and this might be exactly what you need.
Despite your solitude, you tiptoe up to your room to grab a used towel from the laundry basket, not wanting to get any of yourself on Joelâs nice, clean couch. You still have a few more hours till heâs home.Â
God, you really hope it doesnât take that long.Â
You spread the towel over the arm and hastily remove your panties, so eager the left leg hole is looped around your ankle that dangles off the edge. Thereâs really no graceful way to do this, and you try not to think about how ridiculous you might look as you press your swollen pussy into the arm.Â
ItâsâŠgood.Â
Shit, itâs perfect; just enough pressure to make your legs tremble. You rock back and forth, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter, slick pouring out of you as you try new angles and rhythms. Â
How had you never tried this before? You let out a soft moan, far too shy to be any louder than that, but it echoes through the room and the sound of your own pleasure spurs you on.Â
At first you donât think of anything other than this feeling, that you want to feel like this always, like itâs some drug youâve just discovered. But then you see brown eyes and dark hair with threads of gray, that divot in his lower lip as you imagine him taking what he wants, looming over you as he tells you, âAinât free to stay here, darlinâ.â What else could you do but enjoy it? Heâs too big and strong.
Your hips move faster, clit pressing into the surface below you, calves aching with effort. You can see him underneath you now, holding your thighs as you ride him. It always looks like so much work on the videos youâve seen, but maybe if it feels anything like this itâd be worth it. Youâre getting close to something now, arousal sticking to the insides of your thighs as you bite your lips to keep from crying out. Youâre almost there, that coil in your belly tightening and tightening, oh, Godâ
Sunshine pours through the front door and your eyes fly open, suddenly face to face with Joel.
With Joel.Â
No, no, no.
You freeze and he stops short, eyebrows shooting into his hairline as he takes in the scene in front of him. Thereâs no way to make this look like anything other than what it is, especially not with your panties dangling pathetically around your ankle.Â
Common sense and burning shame tell you to cover yourself, run away, grab your bags and leave and hope he never ever ever looks at you ever again.Â
Fear, though, does something else entirely. Fear makes your body freeze, makes your eyes well up with horrified tears, waiting for some awful reprimand as you sputter out some pathetic excuse.Â
Dirty, bad, disgusting girl.Â
âI-I-â
The words stick in the back of your throatâthereâs nothing that will make this situation any better. Heâll know youâre dirty, heâll kick you out, heâll tell your parents what an awful, disgustingâ
âIâm sorry,â you sniffle, hoping it means something.Â
But he just shuts the door and kneels in front of you, cupping your burning face with his big hands. âOh, no, no, nothinâ to be sorry about, baby girl. I shoulda told you I was cominâ home. Youâre not in trouble, sweetheart, Iâm not mad.â
You can hardly make sense of him as he gazes at you with those doleful brown eyes; all you know is that the panic has started to recede, replaced by a desperate, aching need.Â
âYouâre not mad?â You ask, hot tears spilling over.Â
âOf course not,â he says, leaning in to press his forehead against yours and swiping his thumbs across your cheeks. âItâs only natural, baby. Feels good, huh?â
It fucking does, especially with this new feeling in your tummy and the smell of him invading your senses, woodchips and grass and some fading cologne.Â
âMmhmm,â you sigh, not daring to move. âI justâI neverâIâm never really alone for long enough to make myselfââ
âOh, sweetheart, Iâm sorry,â he murmurs. âYou can keep goinâ if you want, I donât mind. Told you I wanted you to be comfortable here. With me.âÂ
You start to rock your hips slowly, keening as he pulls your dress up and wraps his hands around your hips.
âAttagirl,â he murmurs. âI know that feels so good. You been needinâ this?âÂ
âYeah,â you gasp; you can barely get words out. âNeededâfor a while.â
âThatâs it, câmon, itâs natural, baby. Itâs so, so good for you.â
You whimper at his words, still too shy to make much noise, but itâs like he can read your mind. âYou make all the fuckinâ noise you want, baby girl. Itâll make it better,â he promises.Â
âJoel,â you breathe, unthinking, focusing on what you think might be your first orgasm in ages. âJoelââ
âLet it happen, sweetheart. Let it happen. Donât fight it. Look so pretty, baby girl, look so sexy. Good girlââ
That coil snaps, molten liquid gushing from you. You can hear noises coming from your mouth, but you can barely feel yourself making them. All the focus is on your wet, throbbing cunt.
Joel wraps his big arms around your shivering body when you come back down, kissing your forehead as he lays you on the couch. Your eyes feel heavy, body aching in a pleasant way.Â
âThat feel better?â He asks softly, kneeling over you with one thigh between your legs. He could take what he wants now, you think idly. Youâre all spread out and boneless, and if he pressed himself into you youâd have no defenses.Â
And you really, really want him to take it.Â
âMm,â is all you can say with a dreamy smile on your face.Â
He reaches down between your legs and spreads your lips with two fingers. No one else has ever touched you there, and it makes you clench around nothing.Â
Youâve never had sex, but you understand you want him inside of you.
âGoddamn,â he says. âSheâs a pretty little thing.â
Heat blossoms across your cheeks.
Joel watches your face as his middle finger slides down to your entrance, rubbing little circles around it and making you squirm. âYeah?â He asks. âYou want me to play with you more?â You swear something cracks in your neck at your vigorous nod and he grins. âYou ainât ever had anyone do this to you before, have you?â
âNo,â you sigh, feeling your voice come back. You clear your throat. âIâŠyou know how my parents are.â
He nods, frowning, and you fear the mention of them might have ruined the mood. But heâd asked, and you want him to know. To your relief, he doesnât dwell on it.Â
âAre you sure, honey?â He asks.
âDo youâŠdo you not want to?â You ask carefully, wondering if heâs trying to back out, if heâs trying to say he doesnât want this responsibility.Â
âNo, baby, I do. I really, really do,â he groans, still toying with your pussy. âJust want you to be sure. If itâs too fastââ
âI want it,â you say. Something desperateâs clawing at you, and you might explode if he doesnât take it right now.Â
âNot doinâ this on the couch,â he says. âGonna do this right.â
You almost tell him you donât mind where he does it, just as long as he does it now, but heâs pulling you off the couch and leading you upstairs before you can say anything.Â
His room has been off limits until nowânot as a rule, per se, but as a boundary youâd set. You suspect he wouldnât have minded if he caught you in here poking around.Â
Joel pulls your dress over your head and unhooks your bra, humming as your breasts bounce out of their confinement. He admires your naked body, and you try not to tremble too much in front of him.Â
âYou okay, sweetheart?â He asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.Â
âFine,â you murmur. âJustâŠnervous. Some of the girls I know said it hurts.â
âNot if I do it right,â he says. âMight be a little pinch, but shouldnât be a big deal. If it is, you tell me, okay, baby girl?â
Heâs so sweet it makes you ache.Â
He pulls your nipple into his mouth and you arch into him, surprised and pleased at the new sensation.Â
Joel chuckles and presses a chaste kiss to your nose. âHereâs what Iâm gonna do,â he says. âIâm gonna eat your pussy for a while, see if we can get you more relaxed, and then Iâm gonna stretch you out on my fingers. And then Iâm gonna fuck you. Gonna try to make your pretty little pussy come all over my cock, all right? That sound good?â
âYeah,â you breathe. âIâCan you kiss me?âÂ
He smiles and noses your cheek, slotting his lips with yours. He slides his tongue across the seam of your lips, and you let him, following his lead as he licks into your mouth.Â
A new, shuddering wave of arousal makes you wetter and wetter, and Joel presses his fingers against your clit and rubs. And oh, fuck, it feels so much better than when you do it, his firm strokes sending shockwaves through your body. He pulls his fingers away and sucks on them, and you whine at the loss of attention.Â
âShhh,â he murmurs. âGonna take my time with you, remember? Wanted this for a long time, baby girl.â
âReally?â You ask.Â
âYou think I hang around for your old manâs pleasant company?â
You giggle.Â
âMight not be able to let you go after this,â he says, kissing down your neck. âMight not want to.â He exhales a shaky breath. âFuck, baby, canât believe youâre lettinâ me do this.â
âCan I see you?â You ask, and he nods, shucking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt as quick as he can. Youâve never seen a naked man in real life, and he might have just ruined you for anyone else.Â
You donât know where to look, eyes trailing from his broad shoulders to his firm biceps, down to his soft belly and narrow hips. Nestled in the middle under a thatch of dark curls is his hard, leaking cock, red and throbbing under your gaze. Your mouth waters, wondering what it tastes like, what it feels like in the palm of your hand.Â
Youâve read a million books with a million descriptions of thick, pulsing members, seen pictures in magazines and once, when you were feeling particularly brave, on the internet, but nothing prepared you for how much youâd crave it the moment itâs in front of you.Â
Maybe itâs not all of themâmaybe itâs just his.Â
âCan I touch it?â You ask.
âFuck,â he groans. âYeah, yeah baby girl, you can touch it.â
Itâs heavy, warm and smooth in your hand as you stroke him timidly. He moans softly, flashing an encouraging smile. âCan I taste it?â You ask, thumbing his leaking slit.
âJesus Christ,â he mutters, nodding. You lick up the back of it before engulfing the head in your mouth, sucking softly and moaning at the salty taste of his precome.Â
âAll right, sweetheart,â he chuckles, pulling you off. âThis is about you, and youâre gonna make me come if you keep on with that.â
You want to make him come, though.Â
But you do as you're told, only pouting a little. He pulls your legs apart, throwing your legs over his shoulders to get as close to you as he can. He inhales and shudders, and you hope thatâs a good thing.Â
âFuck me,â he says. âSmell so good. Just needs some attention, hm? Look at her, sheâs drippin', poor thing.â He seems to be talking directly to your pussy now, and it makes you a little lightheaded with desire. âThink she needs my tongue. Think she needs to come again, get her all ready for my cock.â
He licks you from entrance to clit, groaning the moment he gets his tongue on you. His noises rumble through you, and he presses his finger gently inside of you.Â
This is like nothing youâve ever felt before. Itâs all slick and wet, the flat of his tongue pushing against your swollen clit as his finger massages you open. He brushes something inside, something youâve never felt yourself, and you cry out his name.Â
âThere she is,â he murmurs. Your vision blurs, squeezing the sides of his head with your thighs. He keeps going, unrelenting, replacing his finger with his tongue as you buck against his face. âThatâs right, baby, take it, take what you need.â
You can barely hear him, too lost in the sound of blood rushing in your ears as you snap again, gushing and gushing around his tongue. He works you through it, whispering praise as you tremble underneath him. It feels so good, it all feels so goodâhow had it taken so long to make it work?
Joel crawls up your body until heâs caging you with his arms, kissing you with all your slick on his lips. âGood girl,â he says. âTook what you needed, came so hard for me.â
You can barely speak, but you do have one request.
âFuck me,â you beg, because youâll die if he doesnât. You need him, no matter much it might pinch or sting in the beginning, you need to be full of him. âPlease, Joel, Iâve needed you for so long. I need you, I need youââ
He kisses your face, wiping away overwhelmed tears. âOkay, baby, shh. Youâre okay, I got you, gonna make you feel good. You need me?â He asks. There is something soft and vulnerable in the question. You wrap your arms around his neck.Â
âNeed you, Joel, always wanted it to be you,â you sigh against his lips. He cradles you close, holding you like youâre made of glass.Â
âYou want me to get a condom?â He asks.Â
You shake your head urgently. âIâm on the pill.âÂ
He only hesitates for a second before he coaxes your legs open and lifts your hips, shoving a pillow underneath until youâre exposed and spread out for him. You feel him notch the fat head of his cock against you and you snake your hand down to feel it, opening yourself even further for him.Â
Itâs a stretch to be sure, but youâre so wet and relaxed he slides in with minimal resistance. Nothing burns, nothing stings, nothing even pinchesâit just feels incredible. The noise he lets out is obscene, long and growling, with his eyes trained on where your bodies join. âWish you couldâfuckinâsee thisââ He says, shallow thrusts punctuating each word. âYour pussyâs soâfuckinâ-perfect, baby girl.â
Heâs rubbing against that spot again, the one that had you keening earlier, but you find the area to be even bigger with his thick cock brushing it back and forth.Â
Is this really the feeling youâd been shamed for your whole life? This euphoria, this overwhelming connection to someone youâve cared about for so long? This was the bad, horrible sin that would damn you for eternity?
It doesnât make any sense.Â
It feels so good tears you start crying again, overwhelmed with every tremor and tingle and shock of arousal. This canât be wrongâit canât beâand thereâs so much freedom in this knowledge.Â
Above you, Joelâs eyes are closed in what you think is concentration, and you bring your hand to his jaw to stroke his beautiful face. He canât know what heâs done for you, what heâs still doing for you, but you can at least make him try to understand. His eyes fly open at your touch, brows knitting in concern at your tears.Â
âBaby, do I need to stop? Does it hurt?â He asks, slowing his pace.Â
âNo,â you gasp. âKeep going. I justâit feels so good, Joel. Youâre making me feel so good, didnât know it would feel so good.â
He readjusts your hips and hits you at a new angle. âMy good, beautiful girl,â he moans. âThink you can come again, pretty girl? What do you need from me?â
âFaster,â you beg. You bring your fingers to your clit, still sensitive from earlier, and circle gently at first. And then it builds and builds, and he hits you deeper and deeper, until you feel it happening again. Itâs smaller, weaker than the others, but thatâs okay, too.
âThatâs it,â he moans. âAttagirl, gettinâ so tight, you gonna come for me? Come on, baby, know you got one moreâoh, fuckââ
He stops as you clench around him, crying his name again and pulling his lips to yours. Joel swallows all your cries, whispering soft praise as you clench and spasm around him. âSweet little pussy just needed someone to treat her right, huh? Oh, you needed that so bad. Iâm so fuckinâ proud of you, baby girl, gushinâ all over my cock.â
He starts to move again, chasing his own high and massaging your tits as he does. âLove these,â he murmurs. âGonna come all over these one day.â
One day.Â
âJoel,â you whisper, looking into his eyes. âPlease.â
He groans loudly and you feel him come with his face buried in your neck. âFuck, baby girl,â he pants, collapsing on top of you as he finishes.
He pulls out of you, and thereâs a soft ache in your chest at the disconnect. Will your heart always feel like a bruised peach afterward, or is it just because itâs your first time? Is it just because itâs him?Â
And thereâs that whole thingâthe fact that itâs him at all.Â
Your heart thuds dully against your ribs, all the dopamine and euphoria crashing into harsh reality. Itâs not like anything can really happen between the two of you.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks, pulling you into his bare chest. âWhyâre you thinkinâ so loud?â
Heâs looking at you with soft eyes, tracing his finger down your nose and cupping your jaw. âYâokay?â
Joelâs not usually so forward.Â
Well, thatâs not entirely true. Heâs not usually so forward with you.Â
Heâs not the type to chase college tail, or be inappropriate with someone young enough to be his daughter. Heâs not that guy, despite Tommyâs constant ribbing over Joelâs interest in you.Â
He doesnât know when you went from girl to woman or when he finally noticed it. He just looked up one day and you were incredible enough to make him stick around despite his increasing impatience with your father.Â
He almost feels guilty when he invites you to stay. Itâs not that he has any nefarious intentionsânot really. Whatever happens, happens. He really does just want you to feel safe.Â
But then you make him little meals and walk around in your little shorts and it makes him insane, it makes him do things he shouldnât even think about. It makes him touch you, tease you, flirt with you in ways he knows you donât really understand.Â
And then he catches you.Â
He catches you in the middle of the day, desperate enough to grind your hot little pussy against the arm of his couch, and what else can he do when you look so pretty and small and scared but encourage you?Â
He wants you to feel all the pleasure you can, even if it means guiding you there himself. He canât imagine being twenty one and all pent up, no outlet of relief for that little swollen cunt. How awful it must feel to walk around dripping wet and needy; he doesnât want that for you. He wants you to feel safe and pleased and satiated, and if heâs the one to do it, then so goddamn be it. If it makes you happy, he doesnât much care what people think.Â
Right now, though, you donât look happy. Your brows are pinched in thought, head cocked in his direction but not quite meeting his eyes. He curls his index finger under your chin, pulling you gently to look straight at him. âWhatâs wrong, baby girl?âÂ
You smile at the name and it warms him. âJustâŠnothing, really. Just donât know what happens now. Like, with us. Or if this is it, orââ
âThis ainât it,â he says, more insistent than he intends. âI wouldnât have done this if I didnât mean to stick around.â
Your whole body melts, like heâs just taken a solid ton off your shoulders, and you lean into him. âReally?â You ask. âI understand if itâs too much or too weird, you know. I know guys donât like it when girls get clingy, so I promise I wonât.â
His heart aches at how earnest you are.Â
âDonât you worry a thing about that, sweetheart. I donât scare so easy,â he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss and nosing your cheek.Â
âAnd you donât think I did anything wrong?â You ask.Â
He frowns. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYou donât think Iâm dirty now?âÂ
Joel can tell he needs to phrase his next sentence very, very carefully. âNo, darlinâ. You enjoyed yourself and thereâs nothinâ wrong with that. No matter what youâve been told, all right?â
You nod, not fully convinced, he thinks, but convinced enough. He pulls you in for another kissâhe could distract you from those thoughts, at least. You sigh against his lips, yielding easily to his tongue, and for a while he just kisses you.Â
He shouldâve done this first; shouldâve taken it slow and gotten you used to everything over a period of time, but heâs never claimed to be a selfless man. He lets you explore his mouth and massage his tongue with your own, patient and more than willing to help you figure out what feels good to you. He could do this all day, all week, all monthâhell, if he knew Tommy wouldnât come looking for him heâd just take the next week off and teach you everything youâd ever need to know.Â
You moan into his mouth and his cock twitches with interest, apparently recovered from earlier exertions. He grabs your thigh and pulls, urging you into his lap and smiling against your lips at the gasp you let out when you feel his cock nudging at you.Â
âJoel,â you murmur. âJoel, can we do it again?â
He cups the back of your neck and squeezes softly. âOf course, sweetheart. Need more already?â
âYeah,â you breathe. âIs that okay?â
ââCourse it is, darlinâ. How âbout we try somethinâ different this time?â
You nod vigorously as his hands slide down your body and squeeze your hips. âYes, please. Please, Joel, teach me everything, I wanna know everything.â
Joel shudders underneath you.Â
âSay it again,â he growls, lining his cock up with your messy pussy and bottoming out.
âTeach me,â you gasp. âPlease.â
a/n #2: if i had a nickel for every fic that had someone getting caught fucking a couch i'd only have two nickels but it's weird that it happened twice, right?
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I had to go back and read the previous two chapters before I read this one, and god they were even more brilliant than I remembered. Then I read this and I was once again mind-blown from your beautiful writing. Although there was some time inbetween the publishing of these stories, they flowed seamlessly together. I am truly in awe with how you write Joel, even with multiple reminders of what a "bad' man he is, you give him such a quality of gentleness and air of protectiveness, that makes it easy to understand just how eaisily little dove fell for him. This series as a whole is such an amazing piece of literature, and I am so thankful and honoured you decided to share it with us. Uhh, seriously there is not enough words in english language to describe just how truly great this is.đ©đâ€ïž
fall into temptation | three
Post Outbreak Joel Miller x Preacherâs Daughter! Reader
series masterlist l previous chapter
summary: Of all the women to catch Joel Millerâs attentionâit just had to be one of the goddamned preacherâs daughters.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. SLIGHT PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF READER, mentions of her hair which she can put up into braids as well as her style of clothing. despite the nickname Joel gives her, it does not speak to her body type or size. AGE GAP (reader is in her 20âs and Joel is 56). several mentions of religion and religious symbols, reader has a father and two sisters, all who come with names, reader gets put into a a very uncomfortable situation, insecurity, anxiety, Seth is an asshole, protective Joel, he threatens to break someoneâs jaw which is a warning in and of itself. SMUT. loss of virginity, reader is inexperienced but not totally clueless, oral (both m and f receiving), risky unprotected p in v sex (please wrap it up), lots of praise and pet names (baby, babygirl, honey, you know, the works), Joel gets a teensy bit rough, creampie, hint of aftercare, ends with a cliffhanger, but also not really if you think about it?
MOODBOARD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES ONLY, NO MENTION OF RACE OR BODY TYPE.
word count: 10k
a/n: it was not my intention to post this on jesus day, but here we are. this took forever and a day considering the second part was posted back in september, but i am so so proud of myself for finally completing a wip i could cry. i did a bulk of the editing while iâve been sick and in all honesty i probably should have asked someone to beta for me because i think i coughed out like 90% of my brain cells this week, but i think it turned out okay. ish.
Somehow, even over the volume of the live music, you could still hear their hushed, astonished whispers.
âAre you seeing what Iâm seeing?â
âIs that Joel Miller with Pastor Johnâs daughter?â
âWhatâs she doing holding his hand?â
âHeâs got to be at least twice her fucking ageââ
Throat bobbing anxiously, you glanced up at Joel.
His shoulders were squared back, his head held high.Â
Solid. Steady.
Joel couldnât seem to care less about the bewildered stares, the judgment that was being flung his way. Not once did he seem to waver. But you?
Oh, you were already starting to crumble underneath it all, on the verge of falling apart right before everyoneâs prying eyes. Shame sat heavily inside of your chest, the weight of the feeling suffocating you, making it harder and harder to breathe as it prevented air from reaching your lungs.
It had nothing to do with Joel. Of course it didnât. It had all to do with you and with who you were. Their beloved preacherâs sweet, innocent young daughter.Â
His youngest daughter.Â
Suddenly, the whispers were no longer whispers.
âOh God, sheâs not going home with him, is she?â
âThatâs not right! Someone should say something!â
âPastor John would never allow something like this.â
âPoor thingâs naiveâshe doesnât know any better.â
Hot, stubborn tears of frustration glazed over your eyes and threatened to spill. It was as if you were a child who didnât know any better, a gullible, clueless little girl with nothing in her brain who needed to be rescuedâsaved from the bad, bad man before he did bad, bad things to her.
Had it been anyone else, no one would have batted an eye. No one would have noticed, let alone cared. But it was you that Joel Miller was leaving the bar with in the middle of the night and it was you whose hand he had clasped in his own. That is what made it wrong. That is why it was a problem.
Everyoneâs concerns had nothing to do with him at all, they had everything to do with you. You, you, you. You were the sole reason why it was a problem, the reason why he was being perceived as the Devil himself, horns out as he dragged the poor little unsuspecting angel down to the fires of Hell.
âJoel?â Overwhelmed, you instinctively reached for his arm with your free hand. Cold and trembling, your little fingers curled tightly around his bicep, digging into the firm, bulging muscle through the thick corduroy fabric of his sleeve. You whispered his name again. âJoelââ
âSâalright, babygirl,â he reassured you quietly over his shoulder. He gave your hand a comforting squeeze. âSâalright. Just keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Iâve got you. You just keep on lookinâ right at me, okay?â
Nodding, you inhaled deeply and focused on him. Only him. The broadness of his back and his shoulders. Tufts of hair that curled over the collar of his shirt. Only him. Heâs what mattered. Heâs all that mattered.
âAlmost there,â Joel murmured, squeezing your hand again as the door came into view. âBreathe, baby. Weâre almost there. Iâve got you. Youâre alright. Ainât gonna let anythinâ bad happen to you. Promise Iâve got you.â
It wasnât until his fingers wrapped around the old, brass handle that you finally exhaled the breath you had been holding out in utter relief, though it was very, very short lived. Just as Joel pulled the door open, you felt a hand wrap around your arm. Dry, slender fingers dug into the soft flesh above your elbow as an attempt, and a feeble one at that, was made to tear you out of Joelâs grasp.
The music stopped and the bar fell silent. Everything and everyone came to a sudden standstill, freezing mid dance, mid drink, mid bite, mid gossip.
Shocked, you glanced over your shoulder. âSeth?â you squeaked his name. âWhatâwhat are you doing?â
Seth didnât acknowledge you. His focus was on Joel.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing, Miller?â
Joelâs anger couldnât be seen, but it could be felt. So palpable you could have wrapped your fingers around it. It radiated off of him and loomed over the entire bar like an incoming storm cloud. Threatening. Dangerous.
âWhere are you taking her?â Seth demanded, his other hand curling around your wrist as he tried, but failed, to snatch you from Joelâs side once more. âLet the girl go! You let her go right now, you hear?â
Caught in between the two men, you nervously turned to look at Joel. Nostrils flared, jaw clenched, seething eyes that did the talking for him. His message was loud and oh so abundantly clear.
If Seth didn't take his hands off you, he wasnât going to have any hands.
Not after Joel Miller was through with him.
Blazing heat flooded your face. As if it couldnât possibly get any worse, everyone had now gathered around you to watch the tense encounter, eyes wide, brows raised and jaws practically on the weathered, hardwood floor.
Tommy Miller stood among the crowd, subtly shaking his head, his lips pressed together in a tight, thin line of disapproval as he glowered at his older brother. Would he be looking at Joel like that had it been Esther in your place? If she was the one he was taking home? Would any of this be happening if it was her instead of you?
âSeth.â Uttering his name, you shifted your attention back to him. You sounded calm and collected, despite feeling anything but. Joelâs hand in yours was the only thing keeping you steady and grounded. His touch was the only reason you hadnât yet spiraled into a state of panic. Clearing your throat lightly, you spoke again and tried your hardest not to waver. âPlease let go of me.â
Still fixed on Joel, he spat, âIâll be damned if I let him take you anywhere.â
âHeâs not taking me anywhere, Seth.â Without thinking, the words came tumbling out of your mouthâloud and clear for everyone in that room to hear. âHe isnât forcing me to go with him. Iâm making the choice to leave with him. Out of my own volition. Please let go of me.â
Finally, Seth looked at you. His old, worn features were twisted in disbelief. âWhat?â
You swallowed dryly. Part of you wanted you to shrink away, curl into yourself. Instead, you straightened your posture, forced yourself to stand a little bit taller. Willed yourself to have a backbone for once in your life.
âYou heard me,â you said, lifting your chin in defiance. Several onlookers gasped in surprise at your rebellion. Where had this insolence come from? âIâm choosing to leave with Joel. Now, please let go of my arm.â
Behind you, Joel stood silent and still.Â
Watching. Observing. Waiting.
He wanted nothing more than to intervene. Rip you out of Sethâs hands and shatter each and every last bone in all ten of his fingers for putting them on you. Had Joel not realized that this was probably the first time in your whole, entire life youâd mustered up the courage to use your voice, he would have easily given into the urge. He wanted to protect you. He needed so badly to protect you. Yet, he knew you werenât helpless or incapable of standing on your own two feet. He knew you deserved the chance to stand up and speak for yourself after a lifetime of being silenced, a lifetime of being forced to stay in your place, seen but never heard.
âSeth, let go of my arm,â you repeated. It was no longer a polite request. It was a demand.
He scoffed. âDo you honestly think Iâm going to let you leave with somebody like him? You think Iâm just going to stand back and let him take advantage of you?â
Oh, you hadnât liked that insinuation, not one bit.Â
It caused something inside of you to finally give way.
Snap.
The blood in your veins boiled, ran hot enough to make you feel like you were about to burn from the inside out. âJoel isnât taking advantage of me! It isnât like that,â you seethed, furiously. The quiet, well mannered, obedient good girl everyone in Jackson knew was gone. And she could stay gone. In your periphery, you could see Leah elbowing her way through the sea of people to the front of the crowd with an incredulous look plastered on her face. She stood there beside Tommy, who appeared to be just as incredibly bewildered by your outburst. âDonât treat me like Iâm some child who doesnât know any better! Iâm an adult and Iâm old enough to make my own choices, okay?â
For a moment, you had forgotten it was Seth standing there in front of you.
âIâm capable of making my own decisions! I donât need you to dictate my life. I donât need you to tell me what is and isnât good for meâcontrolling what I should and shouldnât believe in.â Your voice trembled as emotions youâd been suppressing for years bubbled their way up to the surface. Amidst the chaos, you could feel Joel squeeze your hand again, as if silently encouraging you not to lose your nerve. He was your anchor, the only person who could keep your world from capsizing. You knew he wouldnât let you drown. Not even God, who you had always been forced to believe was your pillar of strength, had ever made you feel this protected. Safe. âI donât need you to tell me how to live and much less when itâs the end of the world.â
It wasnât Seth you were addressing.
It was your father.
Your father, who controlled every last thing, from what you would eat to the way that you dressed and how you wore your hair.
Your father, who refused to let you have a mind of your own, who simply could not bear the mere thought of you thinking for yourself.
Your father, whose love felt like shackles, heavy, rusted metal restraints that had been digging into the flesh of your wrists for far, far too long.
âYou need to let me go now,â you said, swallowing back the lump in your throat. Once more, you caught Leah from the corner of your eye, your heart lurching in your chest when you noticed her desperately trying to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. She was the only person in the room who understood how you felt. Her rebelliousness only ever masked the pain of knowing her fatherâs love came with terms and conditionsâand the fear of knowing what would happen if those terms and conditions werenât met. For several weeks, youâd gotten a taste of what she went through everyday, how her fear of putting her foot down led her to run around in secret and live a double life. âJust let me go.â
Seth firmly shook his head. âNo! Iâm not letting you go anywhere with him. I donât know what the hell he did to you, but heâs clearly got you all fucking brainwashed.â
That was fucking enough. Joel stepped in, lowering his voice as he said, âYâknow, Iâve just âbout lost count of how many fuckinâ times sheâs asked you to let her go now and itâs really startinâ to piss me off.â Raising an eyebrow, he laid his offer out on the table. âHereâs the deal. You let go of her right now and I wonât shatter your fuckinâ jaw into pieces. That seem fair enough to you?â
âNo.â Seth gripped your arm even harder, prompting you to let out a little yelp as his nails dug painfully into your skin. Though itâd been accidental and he hadnât meant to hurt you, it didnât matter. Heâd just set off the ticking time bomb that was Joel Miller.
Furious, Joel snatched a fistful of his shirt with his free handâthe other still held yours. Gentle, despite being mere moments away from beating someone to within an inch of their life.
âJoel! Stop!â Tommyâs voice broke through the tension as he approached. His footsteps were slowâcareful and cautious, as if he was afraid to make any kind of sudden movement. âJoel. Hey. Câmon now, letâs not do this, alright? Ainât gotta handle things this way. We can talk it through. No need for anyone to wind up bleedinâ in the fuckinâ infirmary tonight, so just take a breath and let him go.â
Blatantly ignoring Tommyâs attempt to keep the peace, Joel tugged Seth forward, yanking him closer. âListen to me and listen to me good âcause I ainât gonna fuckinâ say it again. Youâd best take your fuckinâ hands off her right now unless you wanna spend the rest of the night sweepinâ up your teeth off the floor of your own fuckinâ bar,â he threatened, his tone enough to send a chill up anyoneâs spine, even your own.
âYou wouldnât dare, Miller.â Somehow, Seth managed to keep a straight face, but you could see it so clearly in his eyes and in the tremble of his lower lipâoh, he was terrified of Joel and rightly so. âNot in front of all these people. Not in front of your brother. That wouldnât be a smart move considering youâre already on thin fucking ice for what you did to that boyâs face, now would it?â
Joel tugged him closer. âTest me,â he hissed through gritted teeth. âGo on. Fuckinâ test me.â
His challenge was immediately met with a pathetic look of defeat. Seth dropped your arm and he was released.
âSâwhat I fuckinâ thought.â Without another word to the man, Joel whirled around and roughly pulled the door open, leading the way outside. As you both descended the buildingâs old, creaking wooden steps, you began to shiver and he suddenly remembered heâd left his jacket behind inside the bar. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. âCâmere, my little dove,â he murmured as he tucked you against his side for warmth. âIâve got you.â
The first thing he did was light the fireplace.
âShould start warminâ you up, sweet girl,â heâd said to you over his shoulder. He tossed a log into the blaze as you sat perched on his couch rubbing your bare arms with your hands. âMâgonna go upstairs and find you a blanket, alright? You stay put.â
âOkay,â youâd mumbled, knowing there was no point in telling him not to fuss over you.
Even with the soft, fleece throw blanket he had draped around your shoulders and the warmth of the flames in front of you, you continued trembling. Subtle, but heâd noticed it, felt it when he had sat down beside you and pulled you close against his side. âOh baby, youâre still shakinâ?â That was when he realized you werenât cold. Frowning, Joel rose to his feet and disappeared down the hallway. He came back to the living room a minute later with a glass of water in his hand. With a small, labored grunt, he dropped to one knee in front of you and held it out. âHere.â
âNo, thank you.â You shook your head. âIâm not thirsty.â
âMaybe not, but Iâm kinda worried you could be in a bit of shock, right now,â he stated, the creases in between his brows deepening as he observed you for any other physical signs of distress. Carefully, Joel lifted the glass to your lips, gently coaxing you to take a drink. âCâmon, darlinâ. Think you can be a real good girl for me and at least take a couple sips? Hm?â
Sighing softly, you nodded and did as he asked of you, taking a small sip of water. It soothed your dry mouth and throat and you took another one. Maybe you were thirsty after all.
âLittle more, now. Little more. Thatâs it. Thatâs my good girl.â Once he was satisfied with how much youâd had to drink, Joel set the half empty glass down on the oak coffee table behind him. He turned back to you, placing his large hands on either side of your thighs below the hem of your dress. He started tracing soft, soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs. âMâreal proud of you for standinâ up for yourself back there, sweetheart. Took a whole lot of fuckinâ courage to do that, yâknow.â
You glanced down at your hands in your lap. âMhm.â
âBaby. Hey. Look at me.â One of his hands abandoned your leg and he reached up, delicately taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. He tilted your face upwards, his worried gaze meeting your own. âTalk to me. Mâright here.â
âThatâthat was a lot,â you admitted meekly, shoulders sagging as the adrenaline started wearing off and your body slowly came down from the peak hormone rush. âIt was a lot.â
Sighing, Joelâs hand fell away from your face. âYeah, I know it was a lot, babygirl. I know. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât haveââ
âNo.â You were quick to cut him off. âDonât be sorry.â
His chest heaved with another sigh, this one deeper, heavier, bearing the weight of his guilt. âWell I am,â he said. He planted his hands on either side of you on the couch and lightly shook his head. âDidnât even fuckinâ think twice when I pulled you outta that fuckinâ supply closet and took your hand in front of all those people. I was so fuckinâ hellbent on showinâ everybody you were mine that I didnât even stop and think âbout what all it would mean for you. It was selfish of me. Real fuckinâ selfish. And Iâm sorry, little dove.â
âDo you regret it?â you asked, quietly.
Joel chuckled in spite of himself. âMâpretty sure Iâm the one who should be askinâ you that question, darlinâ,â he remarked. âTell me. Do you regret it? Do you regret me pullinâ you outta that closet?â He momentarily paused. There was a stutter in his heartbeat when you dropped your gaze away from his, silence your only reply. âDo you regret me takinâ your hand in front of everyone?â
Of course not.
You wanted to be his and you wanted everyone to know it. There was no regret, none.Â
Still.Â
The consequences that you would undoubtedly have to face in the morning were overwhelming. Daunting.
Surely, by then, your father would know about you and Joel. When he came downstairs right after sunrise and he discovered you werenât in the kitchen helping Lydia prepare breakfast, he would question where you were and make some kind of remark about how you should not be sleeping in this late. He would tell her just how irresponsible it was for you to ignore your duties and obligations to him and the family. Sloth was one of the seven deadly sins, after all. He would make her trek upstairs and wake you, and when she did, your sister would find your bed empty.
Meanwhile, there would be a knock at the front door.
No stranger to having members of the congregation show up on his doorstep when they were in need, be it of prayer or comfort, your father would answer it only to find someone, not in need of solace, but who felt that it was their responsibility and moral obligation to inform him that they had seen his youngest daughter leaving The Tipsy Bison with Joel Miller in the middle of the night, hand in hand.
He wouldnât believe them.
âNow, that is simply not true,â he would say, offended that anybody would have the nerve to show up at his door and accuse you of something so vile. âThatâs not possible. I know my daughter and she would never do such a thing. It must have been someone else that you saw with him. Someone who looked like her, perhaps.â
Then, Lydia would descend the staircase and tell him you werenât in your bedroom. âShe must have gone up to the main street as soon as she woke up,â she would suggest with a shrug, not yet privy to the events that had taken place the night before at the party you and Leah had snuck off to. She never had to worry about you, the good one. âI did notice we were running pretty low on eggs. Sugar, too. She probably wanted to be the first in line at the pantry toâPapa? Whatâs the matter?â
The color would drain from your fatherâs face when the realization slowly sank in. No, you werenât out on the main street picking up eggs for breakfast and sugar for his tea. You were lying up in Joel Millerâs bedâdefiled, impure, and with the curse of Eve on your flesh. Even after dedicating his entire life to making sure you did not stray from the path of righteousness, he had failed. You had fallen into temptation.Â
There was a chance he would have mercy on you. All you had to do was beg and plead for his forgivenessâand more importantly, for the forgiveness of God. âVow to atone for your sins,â your father would say, his gaze fixed on the Holy Bible in his lap. He probably wouldnât be able to look at you, not after what you had done. âRepent. And swear to me, child, that you will never so much as glance in that manâs direction ever again.â
No. Thatâs not what you wanted.
You wanted Joel and the freedom to be with him.Â
But that freedom came with a high, high price.
You were willing to pay it, but youâd be lying if you said you were prepared to navigate the consequences. Then again, was there really any way for someone to prepare themselves to be shunned by their own father?
âI can take you home,â Joel offered quietly, the sound of his voice taking you out of the future and bringing you back into the present.
âWhat?â
âI can take you home,â he repeated himself. âI can take you home right now if thatâs what you want, sweet girl. Wonât give you any kinda grief âbout it.â
Confused, all you could do was stare at him.
âListen to me, baby. You mean a lot to me. More than I can even begin to explain,â Joel reassured you before any kind of doubt could find its way into your mind. âI want you to stay with me. Thereâs nothinâ on whatâs left of this fuckinâ earth I want more than for you to stay here with me. But what you want matters to me a hell of a lot more than what I want.â He reached up, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. âIf you decide you wanna go home and go back to your familyâback to your old manâthen thatâs where Iâll take you. Okay?â
Your father would give you an ultimatum. But Joel? He was giving you a choice. And heâd respect that choice.
âI wanna free you from your cage, my little dove. But I think we both know youâve gotta make the choice to fly outta there on your own.â He lightly swept his thumb over your quivering bottom lip, his eyes meeting yours as he whispered, âDoorâs wide open for you. What you do next is all up to you.â
âIâm afraid, Joel,â you confessed. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye and rolled its way down the side of your face. He was quick to wipe it away, along with the others that followed. âI do want out of my cage. I really, really do. But Iâm terrified. All I have ever known is my family and my faith. I have never been apart from my father and my sisters.â
His expression softened. âI know youâre scared. Canât promise you things will be easy, but there is one thing I can promise you.â
âWhatâs that?â you questioned, then waited with baited breath.
He gingerly cupped your cheek in his large palm. âIâve got you,â he swore to you, just like he had done so back at the bar. âIf you decide to stay, I promise Iâll take real, real good care of you, alright? For the rest of my life, Iâll take care of you. You wonât ever have to worry âbout a thing with me by your side. Swear it on my life.â
Warmth blossomed in your heartspace and finally, you stopped trembling. Lifting a hand, you curled your fingers around his wrist as your gaze fell to his mouth. âJoel?â
âWhat is it, darlinâ girl?â
âKiss me. Please.â
With a gentle nod, Joelâs other hand found your hip, the warmth of it seeping through the cotton fabric of your dress. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against yours. It was a chaste thing, soft and innocent until you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you. âBabygirl,â he mumbled against your lips. He deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue through your parted lips and into your mouth. He tasted like bold bourbon and citrus beer. There was a faint hint of tobacco tooâyou recalled him admitting to you one night in the church house that while he wasnât all that much of a smoker, at least not like he used to be when living in the zones, he would occasionally partake in the habit if he happened to come across a pack of cigarettes while out on patrol, pairing the nicotine with a drink. He tasted delicious. He tasted delicious because he tasted like yours.
You sank back into the worn, supple brown leather of his couch, tugging him forward so he sank in with you. Over you. Releasing your near death grip on his collar, you managed to wedge your hands in between your bodies and began to claw furiously at the buttons of his shirt, your fingers shaking out of pure desperation to feel him. It wasnât until you were halfway down that he finally noticed what you were doing and leaned back, catching both of your wrists.
âBaby, wait,â he panted, shaking his head. âDonât think nowâs a good time for thatââ
âJoel, please,â you pleaded, the intense ache between your thighs almost too much for you to bear. âPlease. I want it. I want you.â
âSâbeen a rough night for you.â Joelâs voice was hoarseâstrained, like he was aching just as much, if not more. âYouâre real emotional right now. Vulnerable. Last thing I want is to take advantage of you at a time like this.â
You frowned. Had Sethâs words gotten into his head?
âYouâre not taking advantage of me.â
âDarlinâ I just donât think we shouldââ
âJoel, please,â you begged him again. âI was so good for you, was I not? Wasnât I patient, just like you asked me to be?â
His lips thinned into a tight line. He wouldnât be able to resist much longer. You, his beautiful little temptress of Eden.
âI waited for so long,â you reminded him. âIâve been so, so good for you. Please, just make me yours already. I donât want to think about anything else right now. I just want to be with you. Please, Joel. I need you so badly it hurts.â
Christ.
No man could stand it. No man could possibly have the strength to deny you.
With a look of utter defeat, he folded. Before he could say another word or make another move, your greedy mouth was on his, and you kissed him with fervor, with urgency, as you finished the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Pushing it off of his shoulders, the corduroy fabric fell into a crumpled heap behind him, nearly knocking the glass of water off the coffee table. You broke away from him and shamelessly marveled at his mouth watering formâyou admired the way miles of smooth, tanned skin stretched over his wide shoulders, broad chest and soft, soft belly. Arousal pooled between your legs and you reached out and raked your fingers down his chest, and over his stomach, going lower and lower, following the trail of coarse, dark hair that led you to his brown leather belt. You clumsily started fumbling with the brass buckle until he caught your hands once more.
âSlow down, my little dove,â he murmured. âNo need to rush this. Weâve got all night.â He stood up and held his hand out to you. Time blurred a bitâmaybe it was your nervousness mingled with the eager anticipation of what was to come, but there seemed to be a small gap in your memory, a blank space that spanned from the moment you rose off the couch until the moment you found yourself standing in his bedroom where you were about to answer to the call of the flesh.
Dropping your hand, Joel switched on the lamp on his bedside table and kicked off his boots before taking you into his arms. âCâmere, honey.â He nuzzled your cheek with the tip of his nose as he spoke, the scruff of his beard tickling your cheek. âCoupleâa rules, sweet girl. I do somethinâ that you donât like, you tell me. You want me to stop, you tell me to stoââ
Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, you slowly lowered yourself down onto the floor and knelt at his feet with purpose, as if kneeling before an altar, a sacred, holy space. Though you felt anxious, you were eager to worship. âI havenât forgotten about what I said earlier tonight,â you cooed, noticing the mild look of surprise on his face. âI said Iâd make it up to you and I intend on keeping my word.â
All the blood in his body rushed south to his cock and it strained painfully against the crotch of his jeans. âBaby, Iââ Again, he was cut off, only this time by the sound of his own groan when your hand brushed up the front of his thigh and over his growing bulge. He glanced down, his heart thrumming painfully hard against his sternum as he watched you reach for his belt buckle.
With all your might, you willed your hands so as not to tremble. It was self-explanatory, what you were about to do, but your total lack of experience sowed seeds of doubt into your mindâyou wanted to make him feel good, just like he had made you feel good outside of the church house during services. Just how you knew he would make you feel tonight.
Hand still over his buckle, you pressed the tenderest of kisses to his bulge through his jeans. Then, turning your head, you rested your cheek on one of his thick, blue denim clad thighs and peered up at him through your eyelashes with a small, nervous smile as you confessed what he already knew. âIâve never done this before.â
Oh, how sweet and endearing you were. Joel reached down and smoothed your hair back and away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. âSâalright, honey,â he crooned, grazing the silkiness of your cheek with his index finger. âIâll walk you through it. Teach you how to be a real good girl and suck my cock just the way I like it. That what you want, my little dove?â
His filth made your cunt clench hard around nothing.
Slowly lifting your head off of his thigh, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and managed a clear, consenting nod as your hands fumbled with his buckle, the clinking sound of metal ringing loudly in your ears. You undid the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper, your throat drying when you saw the outline of him, his size intimidating even behind the cotton fabric of his faded, black boxer briefs.
With a harsh swallow, you glanced up at him, silently asking him for his permission to continue.
Such a polite little thing, Joel thought to himself. âGo on, sweetheart,â he encouraged.
You tugged his jeans down to the middle of his thighs and hooked your index fingers underneath the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down and freeing his cock. There was a deep, swooping sensation in your belly as you watched it slap up against the lower part of his abdomen. After many nights of sitting in his lap, feeling him through his clothes, grinding your cunt down onto him, you thought youâd at the very least had an idea of what you would be in for, but oh, how wrong you had been. He was so much bigger than you could have imagined, and your stomach swooped again when you realized he was not going to fit. Anywhere.
Licking away the dryness of your lips, you take him in one of your hands, feeling the heaviness of his length in your palm. He was so long and so, so thick.
âOh fuck,â Joel hissed the curse through gritted teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as your touch sent a charged jolt of electricity shooting up the length of his spine. He looked down at you, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Christ. You hadnât even done anything to him yet, but seeing you sitting so prettily at his feet was almost enough to make him come on the spot.
Delicately wrapping your hand around him, you found yourself almost in awe at the way your fingertips barely, just barely, touched. The sheer size of his cock dwarfed your hand, and made it seem so much smaller than it really was.
âYouâre so big,â you murmured, echoing your thoughts. You licked at your lips again, suddenly feeling ravenous, an appetite that had seemingly come out of nowhere making you salivate. The tip of him was flushed red, slit already glisteningâhow badly you wanted, needed a taste. Never, ever, did you think you would be down on your knees for anything but prayer, but there you were, starved and desperate to bite into the forbidden fruit.
âWhatâre you waitinâ for, darlinâ girl?â he croaked.
âPermission,â you replied, sweetly.
âGo right ahead, baby. Sâall yoursâIâm all yours.â
Yours.
Yours, yours, yours.
Finding your first push of courage, you leaned forward and so carefully swept your tongue along the tip of his length, collecting the slight saltiness leaking from the slit and getting your first delectable taste. With your hand still wrapped firmly around his base, you looked up, your eyes locked on Joelâs face as you flicked your tongue up against the rigid underside of his cock.
âFuckinâ Christ,â Joel groaned, all of the muscles in his stomach already pulling taut when he felt you dragging your tongue in a slow, purposeful lick along the length of him. âBabygirl.â
âIs that good?â you asked him, sounding hopeful. âAm I doing good?â
âDoinâ so, so fuckinâ good for me, sweetheart. Look so fuckinâ pretty down on your knees for me.â
Pleased, you wrapped your mouth around the head of his length, pressing forward and taking him in as far as you possibly couldâwhich, in all fairness, wasnât very far. At least not as far as you would have liked. Another groan tore itself from the depths of his chest as your plush, plump lips sealed around him, your tongue warm and wet on the underside of his cock. Moving both of your hands to rest on the sides of his thighs, you began to move your head back and forth, following what felt most natural to you. The nerves you initially felt slowly but surely dissipated, vanishing one by one with every curse, every tremble, every sharp breath.
Joel resisted the urge to buck his hips forward, fought the desire to feel himself at the back of your throat. He needed to be gentle, so careful with such an innocent, pliant thing who had much, much to learn. âSweet little fuckinâ mouth feels so good around my cock, baby, just like I fuckinâ knew it would. Yâthink it can take more of me, little dove? Hm?â
You hummed, the vibration intensifying his pleasure.
âYeah? Yâtrust me?â
Your reply came in the form of a muffled, âMhm.â
Joel reached down and cradled the back of your head in the palm of his hand. He carefully guided you further onto his throbbing length, slowly feeding you one inch at a time. Your fingers dug into the denim of his jeans. He was much more than a mouthful for you, and you could only take about half of him before he hit the back of your throat, prompting you to gag around him. Drool dribbled out from the corners of your mouth and down the sides your chin, dripping onto your lap.
âOh fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, thatâs it. Little more now, honey,â Joel encouraged. He bucked his hips forward, his head slipping further down your throat. Just when you felt like you were about to choke, he pulled out and you tried your hardest not to cough and sputter as you took in a much needed, precious breath of air. He gave you a few seconds or so to finish catching your breath as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs further down his legs. He stepped out of the articles of clothing and kicked them somewhere off to the aside, standing before you completely bare. âOpen up.â
Your absolute devotion to him bred sweet submission, so as worried as you were that you wouldnât be able to handle it, you nodded obediently and very willingly did as you were told.Â
He guided himself right back into your waiting mouth, pressing deeply. You tried to relax your jaw, reminding yourself to breathe in and out through your nose. Tears streamed down the sides of your face as you did your best to forestall another gag. âLittle bit more,â he said, thrusting his hips in a slow, steady controlled rhythm. He advanced even further into your mouthâtrusting he wouldnât suffocate you, nor push you too far past your limits, you opened up wider. He moaned, âYeah, baby. Thatâs my good girl. Thatâs my good fuckinâ girl.â
With a bit of newfound confidence, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him. You swiped your tongue along the thick, prominent vein on the underside of his cock, earning yourself more of his sweet, sweet praise.
âFuck, yeah, suck me off, sweetheart. This pretty little mouth was fuckinâ made for sin,â he breathed, guiding your head back and forth with a firm, but gentle hand.
You moaned, the noise muffled around his length. Slick soaked through your panties and coated the insides of your thighs. With another moan, you tightly squeezed your legs together, inwardly reminding yourself that patience was a virtue.
Noticing the way you had shifted, Joel moved his hand from the back of your head, lightly curling his fingers around your jaw. He pulled you off of his cock, a loud, lewd popping sound bouncing off the sage green walls of his bedroom. âCâmere, baby.â He grabbed your arms, effortlessly hoisting you up to your feet.
âWhatâs wrong?â you questioned him worriedly. âDid I do something wrong?â
Chuckling softly, he brushed a finger along the strap of your dress. You could do no wrong, his perfect, perfect girl. âOf course not, sweet girl. You did so fuckinâ good for me,â Joel reassured you, lightly tracing along your collarbone with his finger and making your flesh erupt in goosebumps. He leaned forward and feathered a kiss onto your lips, murmuring against them, âAre you wet, little dove?â
Before you could even process the query and generate some kind of coherent response, he dove his opposite hand between your thighs, cupping your warm heat in his palm. At this, your weak knees buckled, prompting you to reach out and grab onto his arms to hold steady and keep yourself from falling into a helpless heap on the floor.
âOh, honey. Youâre soaked. That what sucking my cock does to you?â he cooed. He peppered another kiss, this one onto the corner of your mouth. His voice lowered another octave. âPoor little thing. She needs me, donât she? Needs me to take care of her?â
You whimpered. âYes.â
âManners, babygirl,â he reminded you, skimming your cheek with his nose. âYes, what?â
âYes, please.â
Humming in approval, Joel withdrew his hand from in between your legs and guided you backwards towards his bed. âSit,â he commanded gently, bidding you to let go of him. âArms up.â
Reaching for the hem of your dress, he took great care in pulling it over your head, then discarded the vibrant yellow material over his shoulder, leaving you in nothing but your cowboy boots and thin, cotton white panties. Without a word, he knelt before you and pulled off one boot, and then the other, setting them both aside. He hooked two fingers underneath the elastic waistband of your underwear, coaxing you to lift your bottom off of the bed, just long enough for him to pull them down and slide them down your legs. He was so tender in the manner in which he undressed you.
âFuckinâ beautiful, beautiful girl,â Joel praised. His dark gaze dragged down the length of your body as you sat before him wearing nothing but the delicate, gold chain around your neck. The holy cross nestled between your supple breasts gleamed in the light of the lamp on the nightstand. He would leave it on until your decision was made, set in stone. âMy pretty little dove.â
âJoel.â You whimpered his name, hands curling around fistfuls of his dark blue sheets. You were drenched now, in dire need of some relief. If he didnât touch you where you needed him most, you would surely lose your mind.
Desperate, you leaned back slightly onto his bed and parted your knees, your folds glistening as you showed him just how badly you needed him.
Joel groaned, almost visibly salivating at the sight. The blazing heat in his eyes sent ripples of desire coursing through your body, straight to your throbbing core.
You opened wider. âPlease.â
âChrist, babygirl. Already soakinâ the sheets.â Sliding a finger up along the seam of your pussy, he grazed your clit, the touch light, but somehow still enough to make your hips arch off the mattress as white-hot pinpricks of pleasure danced their way up your spine. He lowered his head and leaned in, your sweet scent drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Just when you were about to start pleading him for more, he dipped his face into the apex of your thighs, his mouth finally, finally, meeting your wet heat.
âOh!â you gasped, your head falling back. âFuck!â
Against you, his lips curled upwards into a wicked grin. Heâd never heard you curse before, not until now.
Joel took his time devouring you, savoring the essence of your cunt with each broad stroke of his tongue. Sealing his lips around your clit, he flicked the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again, eliciting from you some of the sweetest noises that he had ever heard in his entire life. In preparation for what you both knew was to come, he pushed one finger inside of you, the invasion causing you to fist his sheets even harder. He then slipped in a second finger, groaning in sheer, carnal bliss at how your walls squeezed them, at the mere thought of them squeezing his cock in the same manner. How was it that you felt so much tighter this time around?
âOh God.â
You shouldnât be saying His name. Not like this.
Not when something this sinful was being done to you.
Hungrily, Joel lapped at you, curling both of his fingers in an upwards motion to hit the perfect spot. He knew you were close, felt it in the way that you squirmed and writhed. Draping his arm across your hips, he pinned them down onto the bed, holding you still as he chased your high as if it were his own.
âJoel,â you chanted his name over and over again in a fevered prayer. Releasing the sheets, your hands found his hair, tangling themselves in his curls. Your head fell back, and you cursed at the ceiling of his bedroom. âFuck, fuck, fuck Joelââ
Pushing onto his mouth, you came, moaning his name so loudly you were certain the whole neighborhood was getting an earful.
Joel pulled back, his beard and mustache slicked with your spend. âSâright, honey,â he crooned, his digits still buried to the knuckle as he helped you to ride out your wave of ecstasy. Eventually, when he pulled them out, you tried closing your shaking legs. He tsked and shook his head, wrenching them open further. âNo, no, baby. Keep those pretty thighs open for me. Wanna see her.â He admired his work, his cock twitching at the sight of your pussy, swollen and shining, and ready to take him.
Like earlier, there was another brief skip in time.
Mind still in a haze, you hadnât even realized that heâd risen to his feet and guided you further up onto his bed, not until you were lying on your back with your head on his pillow and he was hovering over you, his hard length brushing against one of your messy, inner thighs when he settled himself between your legs.Â
Your heart began to pound in a mingle of both fear and excitement.
Joelâs eyes met yours. His pupils were blown so wide, there was not one, single trace of brown anywhere to be seen. âYâabsolutely sure about this, little dove?â
Your response came without hesitation. âYes. Iâm sure.â
He pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Your submission was a gift, and he would cherish every last second of your surrender to him, savor it for as long as he possibly could. His lips, soft and warm, skimmed along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of fresh goosebumps in their wake.
If, by some chance, you decided that you wanted to go back to your father and to your faith, Joel didnât know how he would find it in himself to let you go, not after this. Of course, he would have to let go, though.
The last thing he wanted was to help free you from one cage just to stick you right back into another. While he was no stranger to loss, he had to admit to himself that to lose you would be a knife to whatever was left of his heart.
Shoving the thought out of his mind, he reached down and gripped the base of his cock, pumping it in his fist before running the leaking head along your puffy lips, coating himself in your wetness with the hope it would ease some of the pain you were bound to feel. âReady, babygirl?â he asked you, lightly teasing your entrance. âMight hurt a bit. Mâgonna go slow. Just need you to relax for me, alright?â
âOkay.â
âIâve got you,â he promised.
You nodded, saying softly, âI know.â
Though he knew he had all of your trust, Joel could still sense your anxiousness. He reached out for your hand, lacing your fingers together with his own as he gingerly pressed forward and eased himself into you, taking the very innocence you had been taught your entire life to preserve, one slow, careful inch at a time.
âOhâJoel!â You cried loudly at the initial stretch, your pretty face scrunching in discomfort. Tightly slamming your eyes shut, sparks flew behind your eyelids when he finally bottomed out. The burning sting in between your thighs was too overwhelming, almost impossible to cope with. He felt so enormous within you, you could have sworn he was in your belly. Another broken cry fell from your lips and he swallowed it with a comforting kiss.
âJesus Christ,â he hissed against your lips, a thin sheen of sweat coating his brow, neck, and chest. He wasnât sure where he found the strength, but he suppressed his urge to thrust. Instead, he dropped his face into the hollow of your neck and waited, giving you the chance to adjust to him. He mumbled against your skin. âDoinâ so good for me, sweet girl. Yâknow that? Youâre doinâ so fuckinâ good for me.â
Even in discomfort, you preened at his praise.
He squeezed your hand, and after a minute, he gave an experimental thrust of his hipsâand then another and another before he ceased his movement once again. He was so big and you were so deliciously full of him.
Eventually, the pain subsided, and you found yourself asking, no, begging for more. âMove.â Your other hand found itself cupping the side of his face, coaxing him to lift his head and allowing your gazes to meet. Your soft, plush thighs parted further to help accommodate the breadth of his hips. âPlease, Joel. I need you to moveâI need you to fuck me.â
Surely, you would be the death of him.
He drew his hips back with cautious, tender care, then advanced in the same manner to fill your precious cunt all over again. He did it over and over, your pleasured moans encouraging him to begin picking up the pace. He drove his cock in and out of your weeping pussy, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the lewd, wet squelch of you around him inspiring him to fuck you harder, faster. And the noises you were making?
There was something oh so beautiful about your cries, sweet raptures of submission as you laid there beneath him, all too graciously taking everything he had to give you like the good, good, good girl you were for him.
âFuckinâ hell, sweetheart,â Joel rasped. âLook at youâlook at the way you take my fuckinâ cock, honey.â
And you did.
Glancing down, your gaze fell between your bodies and you watched in awe, openly marveled at the way Joel slid in and out of your cunt, how he knocked hard so deeply inside of you, driving himself as far as he could possibly go.
âFuck Joel, Iâm gonnaââ You tried warning him as the pressure in your belly neared its peak, but you tumbled over the edge before you even had the chance to finish your sentence. Arching up off off the bed, you pressed your chest against his, your fingers squeezing his own so hard you feared you might break them.
âThatâs it babygirl, let go,â he grunted, speeding up his thrusts. âSqueeze my fuckinâ cockâjust like that. Good girl. My perfect, perfect girl.â
You didnât quite get the chance to let the praise sink in.
Joel pulled himself out of you, and with ease, he flipped you over onto your belly. His hands gripped your hips and pulled them up off the mattress, his fingers moving to firmly knead the fleshiest part of your ass. He leaned over you, the head of his cock nudging at your hole. âYâthink you can handle a little bit more, sweetheart?â he whispered the question into a tumble of messy hair, the delicate scent of the lavender shampoo you used to wash it filling his senses. âAnswer me, little dove.â
âYes,â you replied breathlessly with a nod. âI can.â
With a satisfied hum, Joel sank into you, this second stretch not quite as overwhelming at the first, but still intense. âRelax,â he murmured, hunching further over your quivering back. He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head and then leaned down to brace his hands on either side of you. âNeed you to be sweet for me just a bit longer, okay, baby?â
âGod,â you whimpered when the heaviness of his balls came to rest on your sensitive clit.
It was the second time youâd uttered His name.
Joel almost grinned at the irony. He found his rhythm, groaning in gut-deep satisfaction with each snap of his hipsâeach smooth stroke in and each smooth stroke out.
âOh fuck, sweet girl.â Heaven was indeed a real place, and Joel Miller was buried in it to the hilt, right at this very moment.
He was getting closer and closer.
Maybe it was your eagerness to help him reach his own release mingled with the pride you knew you would feel once you did that gave you a second wind, a fresh, new burst of energy. You planted your hands firmly on his pillow. Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you curved your spine and pushed back onto Joel with purpose, meeting his thrusts halfway as you rode his aching length to the satiation that waited for him at the end.
âThereâs my girl,â he rasped. âOh fuckinâ Christââ
No way he could live his life without you now.
He needed you.
He needed you so much more than you needed him.
Joel slipped an arm around your shoulders, across your chest.
âOh!â you gasped as he then yanked you back, pulling you flush against him. The rough crash of your back against his chest, combined with the angle in which he was fucking you knocked the wind out of your lungs.
His lips were at the shell of your ear. âStay,â he panted, his breath hot against your cheekbone. He wrapped his other hand lightly around your throat. Relentless, were his hips nowâhis movements had become frantic. Desperate. âStay with me, baby.â
Even as you fought to catch your breath in the position he had you in, you picked up on the fact that he wasnât asking you of it, nor was he demanding you of it.
He was begging you.
Him, the most feared man in this town. Begging you?
âJoel,â you choked.
âPlease, my little dove,â he pleaded, turning your head towards him. His mouth was then on the corner of your own, his beard roughly scratching the soft and delicate flesh of your cheek. âI need you, babygirl. Stay with me. Please, just fuckinâ stay with me.â
Your hands curled around his wrists. âYes, Iâll stay,â you moaned. âIâm yours, Joel. Iâm all yours. IâIâm not going anywhere. I promise. Iâll stay with you.â
A low, guttural sound rumbled through his chest. Joel firmly took hold of your cross, and without so much as a warning, he ripped the chain from around your neck and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder. He heard it land on the hardwood floor with the tiniest, faint clink the moment he spilled into you, ropes of warm release coating your fluttering walls. Curses and groans spilled from his lips and into your neck. Your cunt clutched at his pulsing cock, greedy for every last drop of his spend she could get. Â
Once you were filled, you both collapsed beside each other on the bed, heaving to catch a steady breath.
âYâokay, sweetheart?â Joel managed to ask, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.
Exhausted, all you could do was nod and utter, âMhm.â
He exhaled an amused huff through his nose. âCâmere.â He reached for you and pulled you against his side. He draped an arm around your shoulders, holding you as close to him as was possible. âYâdid so good, honey.â
Your mouth curled into a small, contented smile.
Several minutes had passed by, and despite telling him that you were too tired to even think about moving, Joel made you get up and use the bathroom, and while you did so, he ran a clean washcloth under warm water. âHere, darlinâ. Let me clean you up,â heâd said, his lips meeting your forehead in a loving token of affection before he sank down onto one knee and ran the damp cloth along the insides of your thighs. He took extreme care when he wiped at your swollen folds, knowing you were still sensitive to the touch. âThere we go. All done, now.â
Not long after, you were both back in his bed, wrapped up in his sheets.
Yawning, you nuzzled into bare his chest, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier with each and every second that ticked by. Youâd started drifting off when you heard his voice.
âBaby?â
âHmm?â you answered sleepily, eyes still closed.
âDid you mean what you said?â
âMean what, Joel?â
There was a brief pause. âYâknow, when you said youâd stay with me.â
Snuggling closer to him, you mumbled, âMhm. Of course I did.â
âSânot gonna be easy,â Joel murmured into your hair.
âI know.â You yawned. âBut I have you.â
âYou do. Youâve got meâand Iâve got you, babygirl.â
âMm. I know that too, Joel.â
You felt him kiss the top of your head and then fell fast asleep in his arms.
The sun bloomed over the Grand Tetons.
Your father would wake soon, thatâs to say if he wasnât up already.
The nerves began to set in.
Joel must have sensed it. âBreathe, baby. Sâgonna be okay,â he soothed, squeezing your hand.
With one of his warmer, heavier jackets that normally didnât see the light of day until winter season draped around your shoulders, the two of you made your way down the road and towards your house. Or better said, towards your fatherâs house. Because after what you were about to do, that yellow and white cottage would no longer be a place you could call home.
He led you up to the porch. âYâsure you donât want me to go in there with you?â he asked, quietly.
You could have laughed. You almost did.
âDo you believe that to be a wise choice?â
âNo, I reckon it ainât the best idea,â Joel admitted with a sigh, raking his free hand through his unkempt, salt and pepper hair. He looked up at the house, then back at you. âLook, little dove. No matter what happens in there, just know that everythinâ will be alright. Mâgonna take care of you. For the rest of my life, Iâll take care of you. Iâll try my hardest to be everythinâ you need.â
âYou already are, Joel,â you said, your gaze earnest.
His chest swelled with warmth.
Truth be told, Joel didnât know how he had managed to defy the oddsâhow he, of all people, had managed to make his way into that sweet, innocent, beautiful little heart of yours, but somehow he did, and he would not take this responsibility lightly.
He brushed your lips with his and promised, âGonna be waitinâ right here, okay?â
âOkay.â Inhaling deeply, you willed yourself to let go of his hand and took a step back. You then started up the porch steps on wobbling legs. When you made it to the top, you glanced over your shoulder at Joel, who gave you a subtle nod of encouragement. Exhaling slowly, you reached for the knob with trembling fingers and turned it, opening the door. You stepped inside, your heart dropping into your stomach when you saw your father sitting there at the foot of the staircase, as if heâd been waiting for you. He had been waiting for you. Fully dressed, he sat on the second to last step with both hands folded on his bible in his lap, a rosary clutched between them. âPapa?â
He said nothing. Instead, he silently observed youâhis eyes glazed over the menâs jacket and the short dress you were underneath it, the disheveled, loose hair and kiss swollen lips. Your holy cross nowhere to be seen.
âPapa.â You swallowed harshly and shifted your weight anxiously from the heel of one boot to the other. âWe, umâwe really need to have a talk.â
He peered around you, catching a brief glimpse of the man standing outside, waiting for you at the foot of the porch.
He cleared his throat, lightly. âYes, child. I suppose that we do.â
Nodding tightly, you turned around and slowly closed the door. Joelâs words rang in your mind over and over, giving you the push of strength you knew you would need.
Iâve got you.
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Biting my hand off, salvatating, clenching around nothing, good lawd was this tasty. "Fuck, yeah, you missed it." "Messy girl." "This all you wanted? Just to come home and let me stuff that pretty little mouth?" Well you were damn right about Joel Miller's filthy mouth, Jesus Christ! Also "I missed your cock. I just wanna suck on it a little." is the truest thing i've ever heard lol. I too am missing Joel's cock and want to suck it on it just a little, or a lot! I am going to lose my mind when this comes out, fr fr.
coming soon:
spring breaks looseâa your summer dream one shot
chapter vibes âŹïž
snippet below (warnings: one messy drunk blowjob and joel miller's filthy fucking mouth)~
"We went drinking, and it was really, really fun," you go on. You shift your weight slightly, and Joel smirks when he catches the moment you lose your train of thought at the feeling of his hardening cock beneath you.Â
"And?" he presses.
"I-I think I'm still mad at herâŠbut it wasâŠnice."
"That's good, baby," Joel murmurs, experimentally rolling his hips upwards just to watch your eyelids flutter. "I'm real proud of ya."
You exhale, making a sound that's almost a sob as you abandon your grip around his wrists to fold yourself over his chest again. You greedily kiss his neck and his ears and his bare chest, and Joel lets you. Your drunken desperation is making him harder than he'd like to admit, and it's pretty fucking endearing to watch you suck your little marks into his skin with no inhibitions whatsoever.
"I talked about you a lot," you smile, clumsily resituating yourself so you're lying against his side, speaking the words against his belly.Â
"Yeah?" He rests his hand on the back of your skull, chuckling at the way you keen into his touch. "Talked about me how?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," you sneer just as you curl your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.
"What're you doin' there, baby girl?"
You peer up at him with a devastating puppy-dog stare, all wide-eyed and pouty. "I missed your cock. I just wanna suck on it a little."
"Jesus," Joel breathes. He's powerless to fight you then as you tug his boxers down his thighs to reveal his semi-hard cock. He really shouldn't let you in this state but you're already wrapping your fingers around him and tonguing at his slit and it's too fucking late now. He stiffens fully in your grasp and promptly loses any will to stop you.
Then you close your lips around his length and take him as deep as you can, moaning like he's just given you the sweetest gift in the world.Â
"Fuck, yeah, you missed it," he grunts as you begin to bob, downright eager with it, if not lacking some of your usual finesse. You coat his cock with sloppy strings of saliva and move on him in an uneven rhythm but Joel's not gonna argue with a hot, wet mouth. Joel is more than happy to watch you take what you want from him.Â
"Messy girl," he remarks affectionately, stroking a palm down your spine to your ass, firmly cupping your cheek in his hand. "This all you wanted? Just to come home and let me stuff that pretty little mouth?"
"Mhm," you hum blissfully around him, spluttering a bit as you swallow him down again.
"Fuck, that's a good girl," he groans.
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