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corazondebeskar-reads · 2 months

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no quiet on this earth

Joel Miller x f!reader

originally for Febuwhump 2024 Day 10 - killing in self defense | Febuwhump masterlist

words: 2.8k

summary: You and Joel run into hunters on patrol.

-- I'm a fucking menace, and this is Joel & reader from "you know you never stood a chance" (spoiler warning). BUT this can be read as a standalone. I just can't seem to help myself/let them go.

warnings: established relationship, jackson, patrol partners, hunters, Joel and reader both kill hunters, canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, lots of blood, oral (m receiving), p in v unprotected, creampie, feelings, guilt/trauma, trauma response, a little hurt and a LOT of comfort, Joel takes care of you, one (1) ass slap, pussy/clit spanking

dividers by @saradika-graphics

They had been waiting for you. Not the biggest group of hunters that’s come ‘round, but there hadn’t been any signs. It was supposed to be an easy half-day route.

It was also your first patrol with Joel.

You’re already off to a rough morning. He’s settled back into Out There Joel, gruff and tense, and you’re already feeling useless again even though you know you can handle it now.

You’re on horseback, you with a gentle brown mare that you’re a little irritated about. Penny is notoriously slow and usually used to teach people to ride. Tommy taught you to ride ages ago, but Joel fucking insisted.

“Ain’t havin’ you have to deal with a spooked horse our first time out.”

“Our first time. I’ve been out loads of times,” you grumbled. He leveled you with a look so stern that you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start with your smart mouth,” he said. “Only way this works is—“

“If I do what I’m told. I got it. Same shit, different place.”

To say you’re pissed would be an understatement. You thought after all the shit you’ve been through that he’d trust you now. And you’ve gotten quite good with your revolver and halfway decent with the rifle.

Now, out here on the trail to the safe house, neither of you has said a word. Just like the good old days. Y’know. If they had been good.

You’re nearly there when they make their move. They don’t have guns, thank fuckin’ god, but there are five of them and two of you.

It becomes quickly clear that they want the horses. Joel makes quick work of the first hunter that lunges for him.

One comes at him from each side, and you’re too worried to notice the other two do the same to you.

One grabs the reins and the other tries to yank you from the saddle. Your boots are stuck, and they don’t seem to particularly care if they break your legs during the extraction.

You free your feet, boots left behind, and let the brick house of a man pull you down. He doesn’t care much about your landing, so when you hit the ground, you grapple for your revolver.

His partner yells, and he spins back to you, a huge fist aiming for your face. But it doesn’t connect, because your bullet does first.

He was close enough that it would have been near impossible to miss, which also meant that his stupid body landed on you, turning your clothes into a sponge for his blood.

Joel’s rampaged through the others by now and turns to take down the one trying to abscond with your horse.

But he doesn’t make the shot, because he freezes up when he sees you.

“Get the fucking horse,” you yell.

He swears and loads the rifle, one neat bullet into the head of the escaping hunter. He hadn’t fully mounted your mare yet, and his corpse crumples into the soft spring soil.

Joel whistles and Penny takes her fucking time to come back, giving him a very unimpressed look and shaking her mane.

He heaves the dead man off you. “Where?” he says sharply, eyes darting all over your body.

“Nowhere, Joel, I’m fine,” you say.

He’s already dropping to his knees, hands gripping and patting every inch of you before cradling your face. “You’re sure?”

“I mean, I think so. Unless I’m in shock, but I guess we’ll find out in a little bit.”

“Not funny, sweetheart,” he mutters, doing another check, slower this time and more thorough.

You let him. You feel kind of funny, dizzy almost, but mostly just… muted. Like the world around you is muffled and you’re suddenly hyper aware of how blood is turning tacky and your jeans are stiffening as it dries.

“Hey,” he snaps.

You’re pretty sure that means he was already talking to you, and when you look up and meet his eyes, they abandon their irritation for concern beneath furrowed brows.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” he says, voice low and slow. It draws out the Texan twang and loops you in. “You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. You did what you had to do, okay?”

“Okay,” you echo, but the word sticks in your throat, tasting of copper.

“Say it.”

“I did what I had to do.”

You’ve done as he said, but he looks more worried for it.

“Alright, c’mon. I’m gettin’ you home.”

“But—“

“Rethink that, baby. I ain’t in the mood to argue.”

“But we were supposed to—“

“Yeah, and plans fuckin’ change. We’re going back. Tommy and I can come out and deal with the bodies later.”

He stands and pulls you up, though you follow willingly. You hover where you stand as he pulls a rope from his bag and tethers it to Penny’s lead.

“What’re you doing?”

“Want you on Oakley with me.”

“I can ride,” you snap. “I’m not fucking hurt.”

“I know,” Joel says. “But you’re gonna ride with me.”

“Don’t start this shit,” you say, mortified when your voice and hands are trembling. “I can handle myself.”

He spins around, fury written in the curl of his lip. “I fuckin’ know that! I don’t give a shit. You’re riding with me, end of fuckin’ discussion.”

You open your mouth, ready to bite back, but he seizes you by the shoulders and shakes you a little.

“Don’t you fuckin’ get it? It’s not about you,” he snarls. You’re crushed against him before you realize it’s an embrace. “You’re gonna fuckin’ ride up here, so I know you’re okay.”

“Oh,” you whisper, leaning into him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he says, but the fight is already leaving him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before he lets go. “Now get on the damn horse before I put ya there myself.”

You think you deserve credit for only hesitating a little, tempted to see if he really would. But his jaw ticks and you heave yourself up onto Oakley. Joel swings himself behind you, caging you in as he takes the reins.

“You’re so fuckin’ stubborn,” he gripes.

“I learned it by watching you,” you say, voice pitched in mockery of the vague memory.

But instead of irritation, something akin to relief flashes across his face. “Yeah, s’that right?”

“Uh-huh.” Now that everything has calmed, you’re exhausted. He can tell because of course he can. He knows you too well.

“C’mon, lean back. I got ya. Not gonna let you fall.”

You don’t sleep, not really, but you fall into something between the light and dark. It’s blissfully absent of reality. You’re only aware of the soft sunshine, the sway of the horse, and Joel.

Joel, your Joel, is everything right now. All encompassing. You’re surrounded by his warmth and smoky musk, masking the chill and tang of the stains on your skin.

His heart seems to beat in time with Oakley’s hooves and the steady pace he encourages keeps you lulled in this safest place.

“Holy shit, what happened?” Carl asks at the gates, almost loud enough to knock you from your peace.

“Nothin’ too serious, she ain’t hurt,” Joel’s smooth tone settles you back down. “But do me a favor and get the horses back? Send Tommy my way in a while. I’m gonna take her home.”

Home. It sounds so nice. But you’re already there, you want to tell him. There’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here.

You must actually say it, because he chuckles. “Okay, sweetheart, but I can think of somewhere I’d rather be.”

It hurts a little before he leans in and murmurs in your ear.

“I’d rather be in a warm bath with ya. That sound better than stayin’ put?”

“Oh,” you say. “Yeah, you’re right. Way better idea.”

He makes good on his promise when you get home. While he draws the water, he peels your ruined clothes off and sits you on the bathroom counter to rinse the blood into the sink.

You sit very still with your eyes clenched shut as he cleans you.

“I know,” he murmurs. “First one’s the hardest.”

You can’t quite stopper the whimper.

“This is part of why I don’t like ya goin’ out there. I can’t protect you from this.” The admission costs him, but he seems to decide it’s worth it when you look up at him.

The tub isn’t really big enough for both of you, but he makes it work, long sprawling limbs propped up to make room for you against his chest. You lie on your side, both to make more room and to press your ear to his chest and listen to his strong, tender heart.

He holds you there, hand gentle on your head and the other around your shoulder until neither of you can pretend the water is comfortable still. More importantly, his cock’s been pressing against you for a little while now, and you’re unable to ignore it anymore.

You roll over on your stomach, legs bent a little funny to fit, but it’s the right angle to press a kiss to the fat mushroom head that you love so much.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need—”

But you just give him a look, because he knows better, he knows you’d never do anything you don’t want to. And he knows how often you crave it, how your throat aches for it.

He raises his hands in surrender. “I sure as hell ain’t gonna stop ya.”

With the convoluted seating arrangement, you’re able to swallow down his length, working your throat open in the way you’ve grown to know well. It’s a lot at once, but the way he groans is worth the effort.

You choke and gag a little, but neither of you are really bothered by it. Quite the opposite. And you’re grateful for the way the thoughts you don’t want to face are knocked from your brain each time he ruts deeper.

Too soon, though, he’s pulling you off, spit thick with precum stringing between him and your lips as you whine.

“C’mon, let’s get out. I gotta have more of you.”

You don’t dry off quite as much as you’d like, but you’re probably going to need to change the sheets anyway. He can’t be bothered to let you towel off properly, picking you up and setting you on the bed before crawling over your body.

He kisses you, ferocious but hesitant, and you trail your hands up his arms, basking in the way he encompasses you for the second time today. His soft, powerful body leaves no wiggle room, practically pinning you down with his bulk.

Except he’s holding himself up, tense. And the gentleness of his tongue and distinct lack of nipping teeth in his kiss is grating.

You turn your head to break apart. “Stop acting like I’m gonna fall apart.”

“I—”

“Oh, don’t even. It’s like you think I’m going to break if you touch me.”

“I didn’t want to make it feel like…”

“I know,” you say, softer. “But I want to feel you, Joel. I don’t want to feel the ghost of it… him. Please.”

“You wanna feel me, sweetheart? Want me to be a little rough with ya?”

“Unless you’re too tired. S’it past your bedtime, old man?”

He doesn’t fall for the taunt, but he pretends to, and you’re deeply grateful as he snarls and bites at your breast before licking and sucking at your nipple, taking it between his teeth and shaking a little.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, hand tangling into his hair. He wears it a little shaggier these days, and you find you like it long. A lot.

“Think you can take it just like this?” he says around your other nipple. The hand that isn’t holding him up has reached down to his cock, rubbing it against your clit until you squirm, and then dragging it down your slit. “You’re fuckin’ soaked. I think you can take it.”

He doesn’t wait any longer than the first little nod of your head before he flicks his hips, parting you, forcing your body to make room for him. It takes a second thrust to push all the way in, and you cry out as he stuffs you full.

It hurts so good. It’s just the edge you need to feel awake again. The world is no less fuzzy but the haze is pleasurable and electric instead of the numb fog that refused to dissipate.

“That’s my girl,” he says.

It floods you with warmth. You think maybe the sappiness is leaking through, that he can see how stupidly in love you feel.

Or, you know, it’s actually leaking, since you’re apparently fucking crying. You can’t really begrudge yourself for it. It’s been a hell of a day.

“There you go,” he murmurs, the gentleness of his voice playing second to the harsh slap of his hips and the tight pinch of his fingers on your breasts. “Let it out, sweetheart. Let me help you.”

His pace, somehow, intensifies, the brutal snap of his cock blunt against the softest parts of you. He pushes your legs to your chest so he can shove his way in deeper, and smacks a harsh hand against your ass from his new vantage point.

He grips your hip with one hand and lets up on your tits, only to show no mercy to your clit. He skips over the gentle circles and soft strokes, instead pinching and tugging. He wrenches two orgasms from you before he eases off.

“Hold your pussy open for me,” he grunts.

You look at him with wide eyes. How can he still be finding ways to shock you with depravity? The two of you have to have fucked every which way, and yet. You slide a hand down but he shakes his head.

“Both of ‘em, baby. Nice and wide.”

Your cheeks are burning as he lifts up onto his knees, pushing your legs apart to watch as you spread your lips wide. For a moment, he’s mesmerized by the push and pull of his cock splitting you apart and the way it comes out a little slicker each time.

“Look at that,” he says, a smug smirk spreading. “Fuckin’ creamin’ all over me, sweetheart. Now hold still.”

Before you really process the order, still dying from how hot his filthy words are, he slaps your clit. You jerk and let go, crying out more in surprise than pain.

“Put your fuckin’ hands back,” he says, and you obey.

Your whole body is on fire, maybe. He brings his hand down sharply again and again, making you hold yourself spread wide for him to use as he pleases.

It doesn’t really surprise either of you when you come. He finally knocks your hands away from your cunt and leans back down over you, hips stammering sloppily.

“Can I—” he chokes out, and you’re nodding so hard it shakes your brain around. He digs his fingers into your hips. “C’mon, sweetheart, one more. Gimmie one more while I fill you up.”

He goes to reach for your clit, but it doesn’t matter. As soon as he starts twitching and pulsing inside you, you come, eyes rolling back and fingernails digging into his biceps.

When you’ve both settled, there’s something bright in his eyes, something wild and dangerous. He sinks his teeth into your collarbone and doesn’t pull out. His softening cock isn’t much smaller than it is erect, and he stays buried deep in you, eyes trailing over your face.

“What?” you say softly.

“I thought… thought I fuckin’ lost you today.” His voice is gruff but tight.

“You didn’t, Joel. M’right here.”

He kisses you, and it’s not gentle exactly, not like earlier, but it’s tender and demanding. His hands grip you and roam, not pursuing pleasure but just to have his fill of you, to feel your body warm and alive beneath him.

When he breaks away from your swollen lips, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “You did good. I don’t like it, but you did good. I’m not gonna ask you not to go out again, but—”

“I’m gonna ask Tommy if I can have a break,” you say, pursing your lips. “I’m not a coward, but I don’t know if I can do that again.” You’re burning again, but this time with shame.

“No one expects you to. It doesn’t mean you’re a coward. You’re tough, sweetheart. But y’ain’t a killer.”

“I am, though,” you whisper.

“Stop. Yes, you killed that man today. But you had to. It was him or you. You’re a survivor. But I’m going to make damn sure you don’t have to be anymore, alright? We’re safe here, now.”

You let out a ragged sigh and try to relax back into the pillow. “Okay,” you agree. You can tell he needs it. How scared he was.

At least for now, you’ll let him protect you from this.

*title from "Death For My Birthday" by Say Anything

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #jackson!joel #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #joel miller smut #the last of us smut #fic: you know you never stood a chance #fuck it we'll call this a surprise deleted scene lmao #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10

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slamminslamminmcgill · 3 months

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hopefully moving to a new apartment with a balcony (please manifest this for me y’all 🙏) and now i’m thinkin bout being joel’s upstairs neighbor 😵‍💫

you’re out on your balcony ripping a bong, may or may not be topless if the weather allows, when he comes out onto his and calls out from below

“mind if i hit that?”

upon looking down and seeing a board certified DILF propositioning you, you shoot your shot, “what, me or the bong?”

he’s taken aback by it but he chuckles, “shit, if you’re offerin’ both, i’d take ya up on both.”

you’re already pretty stoned so you blow him while he takes his hits and once he’s hard enough you’re holding onto the railing while he’s railing you from behind

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller headcanon #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #tlou smut #the last of us smut #the balcony of this place faces the street so no chance in hell i can fuck on it tho #its GORGEOUS and it means i won’t have to live with a cop and i can host again #pls manifest that me and my house oomfs get approved

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mariatesstruther · 6 months

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rutina is just so pretty bro like. wow

#look at her big brown doe eyes like oh my fucking god #tommy wouldnt stand a chance #i was just looking up clips of her to hear her voice #and i just started taking screenshots bc 🤩🤩🤩#SHE #rutina wesley #maria #tlou maria #maria miller

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shaunasflannel · 24 days

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Sorry but I need Joel to look at his phone like this after I send him the nastiest filthiest sluttiest text while he’s on his lunch break about how I want him to spit in my mouth while he’s balls de-

💀

Bye no one look at me

#the last of us #joel miller #joel miller smut #please give me one chance #he’s so done with my shit at this point #but he’s gonna come home and do it

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hearteyesforjoel · 7 months

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hi, nice to meet you, i’m bitches

#and you know what #if i had one chance #i’d show him some COMFORT #wink wink #joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou #criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #luke alvez #narcos #javier peña

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babyboybuckley · 22 days

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Shourtney fans how are yall feeling

#i am Not a shourtney truther and i do believe this is an elaborate prank #however on the off chance it is real #love this for them!!!#but again i am unconvinced until we find out more #that said!!! these photos are so beautiful regardless and im obsessed with their relationship #no matter what that relationship is #shayne topp #courtney miller #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #shourtney #truly a wild thing to wake up to #fan art #smosh fanart #dont come for my art skills i draw for fun not because i have skills

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pr0ximamidnight · 8 months

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no i’m not okay, i don’t have a deeply troubled fictional man railing me right now

#joel miller #please one chance

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theblvcksupreme · 5 months

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ALBUMS THAT TURNED 10 YEARS OLD IN 2023 PART II:

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beardedjoel · 10 months

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closer | part eight

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: slowly but surely your relationship with joel is growing, and much to your surprise, he’s acting more like a boyfriend than you would have expected. 8.2k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, joel being so boyfriend this chapter, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, rough sex, implied masturbation?, relationship feels ~

a/n: thank you all so much for the love on this story, it makes me so excited to keep writing for you all <3 i absolutely love this chapter so much i’m beyond feral for joel

Joel rolls over and glances your way, watching the peaceful expression on your face as you sleep. He sighs, looking at the gentle rise and fall of your chest for a few moments. You’re sprawled out, laying on your side with one leg flung over in his direction and the other almost hanging off the bed, and your hands tucked under the pillow, cradling them near your face. You look properly passed out, getting the rest you deserve after the way you took his cock last night.

He’s finding that despite the deep, tiring satisfaction he felt, he couldn’t get back to sleep. The urge to curl you up into his arms hit him, and he debates it for a moment, worried about waking you up, before reaching over and wrapping an arm around you and across your back. You stir only slightly, scrunching your brow a little bit before snuggling into him and drifting back off. Joel smiles unabashedly at how adorable it was, fighting the desire to wake you up by gently kissing every part of your face and running his hands over your body.

You’d been so happy when he said you should stay the night - he could see the way your eyes lit up even though you’d tried to control your face as much as you could. It made his heart ache, the way you got excited about being with him, the sweet look you’d had when he made you dinner last night, like you can’t believe that someone would do that for you. He wanted to see that look every time he did something for you, to keep surprising you and treating you like nobody else did. It was intoxicating just to be laying with you, and even more so to recall how you were so… open with him in this same bed just hours ago. So fucking sexy, so willing to be his.

He admitted to himself that half the reason he couldn’t sleep right now was just how willing you were, and that worried him. He felt a little guilt and a twinge of sadness when you’d described this thing between you two as casual. He couldn’t give you anything but that, he knew, without screwing up your life. What would a 25 year old just starting her life be doing stuck with someone like him? You’d only be ruining things for yourself, he thought. Maybe you’d meet someone right for you and start your life at some point, but the selfish part of him wasn’t letting you go just yet when you look so perfect like this in his arms right now.

He decides to give in to the urge he was having and kiss the top of your head, working his way down to your forehead. You let out a sleepy, mumbling sound, twitching a bit as you come to.

“Morning,” Joel says quietly, kissing one of your still closed eyelids. A small, tired chuckle exhales from your nose and you peek the same eye open at him.

“Grouchy when woken up, remember?” you mumble, your voice a little hoarse with sleep.

“I can probably fix that,” Joel says, positioning himself on top of you now and kissing you neck. You inhale more sharply, your body responding quickly by arching into him a little bit. Joel roams his lips downwards, flicking his tongue along the curve of your breast, then inward towards your nipple. You’re in a half conscious state and this almost feels dream-like, feeling his lips and tongue exploring across you, down your stomach, then kissing the top of your sex. Joel’s body nudges your legs apart and he settles himself between them.

“Joel…” you moan quietly as his tongue flicks right at the top of your slit, then slides downwards. He licks softly, and it feels perfect as you drift in and out of consciousness still, your body relaxed under his mouth as he laps up all the wetness you’re giving him.

“Tastes so perfect, baby,” he mutters, and you almost don’t hear him from under the sheet, so you pull it down a little over your body. The warmth of his mouth being so delicate on you right now quickly builds a tingling sensation right in your core, and before you even realize, you’re gently jolted awake with the rolling waves of pleasure going through you as you climax. You whimper as your hips shudder lightly into his mouth, quiet moans slipping out of your lips until your orgasm subsides. You relax back completely into the bed as Joel lays next to you again.

“Much less grouchy now,” you slur a bit with the combination of sleepiness and the post-orgasm cloudiness in your mind.

“Good girl,” Joel coos. “Get some more sleep.” You feel a light kiss on top of your head before you slip away again.

When your eyes open next, you’re alone in Joel’s bed, completely tangled up in the sheets. The sunlight is streaming in more brightly now, and you see you must have gotten a few more hours of sleep. You roll over and stretch out a bit, then sit up and glance around the room. You smile when you see Joel has carefully draped your dress and underwear over a chair for you, and it grows when you see he’s also left a t-shirt of his right next to your clothing for you. You slip out from the sheets and pad over to the chair, sliding the oversized Texas themed shirt over your head and looking down at it. You lift the collar up to your nose and breathe in - fuck, this smells so much like him you feel like he’s wrapped around you.

You walk into the bathroom to pee, and you notice a packaged toothbrush set out on the counter. Your mouth hangs open for a moment, touching the box gently, before you break out into another small smile to yourself. Had he really been thoughtful enough to leave this out for you?

You quickly brush your teeth and try to fix your hair to the best of your ability, but not before getting a good laugh at it in the mirror - it looked like you did exactly what you did last night.

Now that you aren’t in a rush up to the bedroom like last night, you walk slowly down the hallway leading to the stairs, inspecting all the random art and photos hung on the walls. Many of them are family photos, or fishing, nature, hiking, that type of thing. Once you’re at the stairs, the smell of coffee and cooking food hits your nose and you try to quietly tiptoe down the stairs, feeling a little awkward.

Joel’s in the kitchen, standing at the stove with a mug of coffee in one hand, and a spatula in the other. He has on just a white tee shirt and athletic shorts, and he looks over mid yawn to see you walking in.

“Was just about to come wake ya for breakfast,” he says, your favorite lopsided smile on his face again. “Man, look at you,” he sighs, his eyes giving you a once over as you wear only his shirt. You give him a shy smile as you approach closer, then wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your body to the side of him. He turns off the stove, seeing that the eggs are ready and then faces you, pressing your body against the counter.

“Good morning,” you say quietly. “Did I dream you tried to wake me up by going down on me?”

Joel chuckles, a satisfied smirk on his face. “You’ll never know now, will you?”

Your eyebrow curves up and you shake your head a little. “Well, it was much appreciated,” you tell him with a wry smile.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he replies, leaning down to kiss you again. “C’mon, let’s eat.” He guides you by the hips to sit at the kitchen counter before sliding you a mug of coffee and a plate with a fried egg and toast on it. You lick your lips, already salivating and realizing just how hungry you are after last night.

“Want anythin’ in your coffee?” Joel asks as he serves a plate for himself.

“Usually I have those fancy flavored creamers,” you laugh a little, “But just milk and sugar is fine.” Joel nods as if he’s taking a mental note, and pulls out milk and sugar for you. He pulls a stool to the other side of the island so he can sit across from you while you two eat. He can’t seem to stop smiling while he watches you splash milk into your coffee and stir in a spoonful of sugar.

“What?” you finally ask, a sarcastic bite to your tone.

“Nothin’, you just look mighty good in my shirt, sittin’ at my counter after I fucked you half the night.”

“Joel…” you gasp a little, looking down at your plate suddenly. A smile spreads across your face as you soak in his words, reliving the sexy moments you two shared yesterday. “Thanks for breakfast,” you say.

“Of course,” Joel says, still not taking his eyes off of you with a smile on his face. “Hey, I wanna ask you something.”

“Okay, sure.” You feel a little nervous pit in your stomach start to grow at his words.

“On July Fourth I usually have a cookout here. D’you think you’d want to come? And your parents? Feels weird not to invite them if you’re comin’.” Joel takes a bite of his food and watches you curiously, waiting for your answer.

“Oh, yeah, of course I’d want to come. My parents would probably be thrilled you invited them.” The nervous pit in your stomach continues as you think about being with them at the same party as Joel. You’re really not sure just how apparent it is on your face that you’re completely infatuated with this man.

Joel’s face lights up a little. “Good, I’ll invite ‘‘em then,” he says. “Mostly lookin’ forward to having you there, though.”

“Oh really?” you smile a little. “Even if you can’t touch me? Or kiss me?”

Joel frowns a little. “Only downside to being sneaky, huh? We’ll just have to take care of things beforehand then, won’t we?”

You shoot your eyebrows up a little at him. “Is that so?”

“Got plenty of spots we can have a quick fuck before the party starts,” he says, his voice going down a little lower as he looks at you from under his eyebrows with a smug grin. He moves off his stool and approaches you, his tall form looking down at you as you stay seated. “But for right now, I don’t have to take my time,” he breathes out, wrapping his arms around you as you turn on the chair towards him.

You try to stand and meet him, but Joel grips you as soon as you lift yourself off the stool, and hauls you up so that you’re sitting on the counter. He steps between your legs, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You moan at the sensation as his tongue dips into your mouth and starts to hungrily take in the way you’re kissing him back. His hand splays onto your thigh, slowly working its way up, and finally pushing underneath the hem of his t-shirt that you’re wearing. You arch a little into it, the anticipation already eating you alive as you feel your clit aching for him from just this small touch. As he reaches right between your thighs, his breath hitches for a moment and he pulls his lips off of yours.

“Fuck, you’re not wearing any underwear?” he murmurs as his fingers sink further and feel in between your folds. You move your hips a little into it, grinding onto his hand and squeezing your legs around him.

“Thought you might enjoy that.” You smirk, going back to kiss him more. He gives an approving noise as his mouth opens for yours again, kissing you while he rubs his fingers around your clit in slow circles.

“So wet already, sweet girl. Do I really do all that to ya?” He says as he continues exploring between your legs with his fingers.

You nod, eyes half closed with desire as you meet his stare. “Mhm, everything you do gets me wet,” you tell him.

“Want me to make you come right now?” he says, tantalizingly low and seductive. It’s already making you feel so damn needy for him.

“Mhm,” you breathe out again. Joel uses his other hand to grip your chin, holding your stare.

“Be a good girl and ask nicely,” he says quietly, refusing to up the pace on his fingers and dragging them up your slit excruciatingly slow. It’s enough to make you feel like going crazy, so close to a release, but the way he’s teasing can’t get you there.

“Wh-“ you try to ask, a shudder going through your body at the crazed need you’re feeling for him interrupting your sentence as he tightens his grip with the hand that’s resting on your hip.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” he asks, a new and unfamiliar bite to his voice, but you find a new throb pulsing in your already aching clit at the way he’s being so… dominating right now.

You shake your head quickly. “N-no, Joel. Please make me come, please,” you beg, the last word barely a whisper as your hips are absolutely writhing under his hand.

“There you go, sweet girl,” he groans out, pressing his body close to the counter and moving his fingers a little faster before sinking a finger inside of you and pushing it all the way in, going immediately for where he knows you want him most. He presses right on the perfect spot, and circles your clit in tight circles with his thumb. You yell out at the sudden sensation, hips bucking forward into it and you cling onto Joel’s shoulders.

“I’m close already, oh god I’m so close, Joel,” you manage to say in between your whimpers for him.

“Makin’ it too easy on me, baby,” Joel groans with a satisfied smile, his fingers threatening to slow up their movements.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, before adding a quick “please.”

He doesn’t stop, but instead pushes a second finger in and you moan loudly as they both press in on your g-spot at the same time. You make a pitiful, groaning sound as you feel your climax right there, like you’re right on the edge, about to fall off. Joel leans down and bites onto your shoulder lightly, then trails his mouth to your hard nipple, sucking on it and giving it a light bite through your shirt. That completely does you in and you yell his name as your orgasm rolls through you, hips shuddering onto his hand, covering him with your slickness while your cunt tightens around his fingers.

“Fuck… fuck, Joel, my god,” you cry out as the waves of pleasure keep hitting you for longer than usual. The pressure on your g-spot isn’t going anywhere, Joel’s fingers still pressing periodically on it, helping you ride through the aftershocks of your climax.

“Your god,” he teases, his voice rumbling onto your nipple as he pulls his mouth off briefly.

“Yes,” you reply, breathless, as you begin coming down from everything. You take a moment to regain control of your breathing, but you want more from him already - you need to feel what you felt last night. “More,” you say quietly, reaching forward to tug on Joel’s athletic shorts. Joel’s hand cups his bulge, rubbing it slightly and he lets out a little groan.

“This is what you want, huh?” he teases you, gripping his cock a little tighter. You feel your thighs want to clench together with need just seeing him clutching the outline of his large shaft. Your eyes can’t tear away from that spot as you breathe out a yes for him.

“Need to feel you inside me again,” you say, sliding your hands into the sides of his waistband, pulling down, and he lets you. His hand moves off of his cock, allowing his shorts to pull down over it and expose the length of him to you. Your eyes harden a bit with determination, ready to take him in his entirety again. You slide your hips forward urgently, resting yourself right at the head of his cock. Joel smirks at you and grabs under your hips, his fingers digging in as he anchors you to the counter. He’s hesitating and it’s making you crazy, so you grab his face, and attack his lips with yours, giving him urgent, passionate kisses.

“Baby, I don’t have a condom,” he says right into your lips, and you know he’s right to try and be responsible, but you couldn’t give two shits right now. You want his cock, to feel all of him sliding in and out of you, filling you with his cum.

“I don’t care,” you say, brushing your lips on his again. “I’m on birth control, and I would have told you already if I’m not clean,” you mumble out, desperately writhing your hips against his cock. He still pauses for a moment longer, seeming to debate it. “Please, Joel, I want to feel your cum leaking out of me after you fuck me senseless. I need it.” You’re whining, you know, but Joel likes it when you’re this desperate for him, begging for any part of him.

He doesn’t say anything yet, but he speaks volumes when he thrusts his hips forward, his cock pushing inside of you suddenly. You gasp at the feeling of him entering you and groan out pleasured noises as he pumps in and out a few times, pushing his cock further each time. You’re still sore from yesterday, so this is a new sensation, to have him re-stretching the already sensitive spot, but it’s only heightening the experience for you.

“Oh yeah? Want me to come deep in that pussy, huh?” he finally answers your words from moments ago.

“All I want,” you manage to get out despite the way you’re being completely undone right now. His fingers dig harder into your hips, pulling you to him with each fast, hard thrust of his body. You clutch onto his shoulders, pulling yourself even deeper onto him.

“Lemme see you play with yourself,” Joel says suddenly, glancing in between your bodies at the way his is connecting with yours. One of his hands leaves your hip and pinches your nipple through your shirt, sending your eyes fluttering a little bit. You quickly slide your hand down, landing it on your pulsing, aching clit and beginning to rub.

“That’s it, baby, make yourself feel good while you take my cock like this,” he says, unable to tear his eyes away from the way your finger is now rubbing quickly on yourself. You extend the reach of your fingers, letting one graze along his cock every time it pulls out of you.

“Oh, sweet girl, you’re doin’ things to me with the way you’re movin’ that hand.” Joel sounds more desperate, his movements more frantic as you continue circling your clit and feel the tingling, pleasant build up of your climax inside of your core.

“My cock hungry, cum hungry little thing, you want that so bad don’t you? Tryna make me come so hard into your little pussy,” he punches out, grunts filling the spaces between his words while he thrusts himself into you. His words bring out another moan from you, trying to push your body closer despite the little space left to close between you two.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m gonna come,” you cry out suddenly, feeling your climax overtake you with one perfect movement of your finger on yourself combined with Joel’s words. You’re leaning your head into his chest, moaning loudly as you feel every bit of pleasure rocking through you while you tense up around him.

“F-fucking sweet girl,” Joel chokes out, his hips starting to buck forward quickly. “Gonna come deep inside you just like you want,” he says, and then he follows through on his word, pushing himself all the way inside of you where the warmth of him spills into you.

“Oh yes, fuck yes,” you whimper as you feel how deep he is, how undone he looks by your cunt squeezing around his cock, and the way it feels to know his cum is filling you. You’re still brushing your finger over your clit, and before you realize, another climax is working its way through you, less intense this time, but still mind boggling compared to anything else you've had. You shudder onto Joel as he’s finishing his climax, and he rides you through it, stroking your hair.

“That’s it, come again for me baby, so, so good,” he murmurs close to your ear. You finally relax your tense muscles and lean back from him slightly, trying to catch your breath. You look him in the eyes and he peers back at your glassy, just-fucked expression and feels a joyful tightness fill his chest, knowing he’s the one making you feel like this.

“I have terrible news,” Joel says suddenly, sliding out of you. You almost whine out loud at the sudden emptiness inside of you. You look at him, bewildered, waiting for him to go on.

“I’ve gotta go to work soon,” he tells you, and you frown dramatically at him. He brushes his hand along your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Wanna hang out while I get ready?”

You nod and your smile lights up a bit, ready to see Joel in his element at home. You follow him back upstairs where he invites you into his shower, and you shyly agree.

“I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but if you're gettin’ in here with me there’s no funny business. I’m already runnin’ behind,” he says as he strips off his shirt and tosses it onto the bathroom floor.

“You sure you can handle that?” you ask wryly, standing with your back leaned on the counter across from the shower.

“Me? I’m more worried about you, baby,” he smirks.

“I can handle it,” you say with an indignant tone, putting your nose up in the air a bit more to show you’re serious. Joel simply lifts his eyebrows at you and peels off his shorts and briefs in one motion, piling them with his shirt on the floor. You swallow at the sight of his half hard cock right in front of you.

“That’s not fair,” you say, frowning and starting to pull up the shirt he gave you off of your body.

“What’s not fair, huh?” Joel’s eyes roam over your now naked body, and you swear you see his cock get harder out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re practically hard, and I’m supposed to be adhering to no funny business?” you exclaim, following him into the shower.

“Can’t blame me if showerin’ with a beautiful girl gets my cock a little hard, can you?” he says with a little laugh. You roll your eyes and step under the warm water with him, but you make a little noise in agreement to what he said nonetheless.

“This’ll be good practice, for the times we’re in the same room and not able to fool around,” he says, winking at you as he lathers up a washcloth for you two to use. The thought of smelling like Joel’s soap all day makes your heart leap a little bit, and you smile to yourself lost in that thought for a brief moment.

“Don’t remind me.” You frown. “I’m not looking forward to it.”

Joel turns you around and starts lathering your back with the washcloth, then working his way down your arms. “I promise I’ll more than make up for it when we can,” he responds, and you can practically hear the satisfied little smile he has at the thought. You feel heat building in your core and try to stuff it down.

“Mmm,” you moan a little as he moves along your back, “You can’t be saying stuff like that.”

Joel huffs a little but continues sudsing you, bending down to work the washcloth all the way down your body. When he goes in between your legs with it, sliding up your thigh, he peers up at you with his eyebrows raised, and you dutifully ignore his attempt to try and get your attention.

He stands back up, and adds more soap to the washcloth, starting to clean himself. “Good girl, resisting me,” he says with a smirk and you tense your jaw, grinding your teeth a little to take the edge off. You decide to distract yourself and squeeze a dollop of shampoo into your hands and reach up, beginning to work it through Joel’s hair. He looks slightly surprised at first, but he melts into it quickly, letting out a small, pleasured groan.

“Oh, sweet girl, you’re too good to me,” he mumbles as you scrub his scalp slowly. You can see in your periphery his dick has only seemed to get harder, and it’s becoming painful to ignore it, but you steady yourself and focus on this other form of intimacy you’re trying to give to him.

“Rinse,” you say gently, tilting his head back underneath the stream of water and combing the suds out of his hair with your fingers before adding some conditioner for him. He just silently enjoys the process with his eyes closed and it makes you smile, being able to make him happy in some way that doesn’t involve anything inherently sexual.

Once you’re done washing his hair, he wraps his arms around you and holds you under the stream of water with him for a few moments before turning the shower off. He kisses the top of your head, dripping water onto your face.

“Here,” he says, handing you a fresh, fluffy towel, and you wrap it around your shoulders, snuggling yourself underneath it. It smells so good, like Joel, like his home, and you wish this scent could just envelop you all hours of the day. Joel purses his lips in a side smile at the sight of you wrapped up the way you are.

“You’re cute, y’know that?” he comments as he quickly attempts to fix his hair in the mirror, his eyes meeting yours through his reflection.

You let out a small scoff and pop your hip a bit. “Cute, huh?”

“You can be cute and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen at the same time, you know,” he replies, sensing your being offended at being reduced to cute, like you’re some kind of kid.

“W-what?”’ you stammer out, completely blindsided by him calling you the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. There’s no way that’s possibly true, right? Joel is already on his way out of the bathroom, as if he said something completely casual, standing at his dresser with just the towel around his waist. You stand in the doorway, drying yourself off still as you watch him, still stunned.

“What?” he asks, seeming genuinely confused. He’s pulled on a pair of briefs and is working a pair of jeans up his legs now.

“What you just said, Joel.” You know your tone is much more serious now, but you feel a dull roaring in your ears you can’t ignore as you mull over if Joel could truly mean what he said.

You see him turn slowly towards you, standing shirtless as a wide smile creeps onto his face. “Baby, you really don’t believe that?”

“I believe that you would just say that to me to keep me falling at your feet or something,” you drop the towel on the counter and cross your arms, suddenly feeling irritation rise up at him. He stares for a long moment, his eyes looking your body up from your feet and then resting on your own eyes.

“Oh, darlin’, you should know,” he says, taking a few steps towards you. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he continues, almost reaching where you stand frozen now. “Especially when it comes to someone like you.” He leans down and brushes his lips against yours lightly, not allowing a full kiss to form between you.

“S-someone like me?” you ask, feeling a little shaky now.

“Yes, someone like you, sweetheart,” he says, his towering form now standing against you. You slowly lower your arms to your sides, and he puts a finger on your chin, tilting it up, assessing you with narrowed eyes. “If you could see what I see...”

You want to throw yourself on him, kiss the life out of him, and simultaneously push him away for how much he makes you feel for him. Nobody has ever said anything like this to you before, and you think you actually believe him. This isn’t just a ploy to keep you around, eating out of the palm of his hand, he really thinks you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. The thought is absolutely mind boggling, and you feel gratitude washing over you that things have worked out like this with Joel.

“I… I believe you now,” you squeak out. “It was just hard to believe when I’m… well,” you shrug, not sure how to complete the sentence. He glares at you, but only out of frustration that you aren’t seeming to understand what he’s telling you.

“Guess I’ll just have to make it more clear for you, baby,” he says, but noting the time, he steps back slightly. “Next time I see you. And all the times after that.”

You don’t have any plans to see Joel tonight, so you decide to spend some time with your parents. You feel like you’ve been neglecting them, completely thinking with your pussy these days, so they’re glad to hear you wanting to have dinner and watch something together. They go on about how excited they are to have Joel start working on the bathrooms and you remain as neutral as possible, stating it’ll be nice to have things freshened up in there.

“We’re so lucky to have him next door,” your mom fawns, and your dad nods in agreement.

“Can’t get more lucky than a contractor next to a house that needs work,” he says.

“Also, he’s so handsome, don’t you think?” your mom asks, turning to you as takes a bite off of her fork. You pause, maybe for too long, but know you have to say something.

“I… guess…” you choke out, trying to will your cheeks not to color. Why the hell does your mom want to know if you think Joel is handsome? It’s likely that she’s just trying to make conversation, but the chance that they suspect something sends a quick, intense wave of nausea through your stomach.

“Beth, you’re making her uncomfortable,” your dad chides her with an amused look.

“I’m just saying, he’s a good looking man, and he lives all alone in that house. It’s just odd that he doesn’t have someone at his age.” She shrugs, frowning a little bit.

“People have all kinds of reasons not to be romantically involved with someone, mom,” you say, trying to remind her to think outside of the box and avoid any suspicion from them at the same time.

Your mom considers it and nods a little. “Yeah, true, it just struck me, I guess. He’s a very sweet guy,” she concludes, and you hate to say that her words are sticking with you. Why is Joel single? He’s obviously a catch - charming and attractive, and very good at pleasuring a woman. He also has a kind, helpful soul on top of it all, and it’s mind boggling now that you think about it that he’s not been snatched up by someone. You fight the pre-emptive jealousy of whoever that might be someday, thinking it couldn’t possibly be you.

You spent the rest of the night in a little bit of a blur, heavily considering this new string of thoughts you’re attaching yourself to. It’s late, and you head back to your apartment yawning after watching a movie with your parents. Your phone buzzes on your bathroom counter while you brush your teeth and you reach over, smiling to see it’s from Joel. He hasn’t been very communicative today, and you yet again didn’t want to seem too clingy, so you hung back from messaging him anything despite your fingers itching all day to pick up your phone.

Joel: Hey baby, how was your day?

You feel a tug on your heart as you carefully read over each word from him.

You: Just okay, I was feeling tired most of the day. Seems like I didn’t get enough sleep ;)

Joel: I have a feeling that might end up being a problem for us

You: Not a bad problem to have 😏

You: How was your day?

Joel: Long… crazy work day

You: Could I make it better?

Joel: I’m pretty beat, what did you have in mind sweet girl?

You: Hold please...

You scramble out of your bathroom, once again sifting through your underwear drawer to find just the right pieces for what you’re going for. A lacy, sheer black bra and matching thong catch your eye and you quickly shed your pajamas, changing into those instead. You learned from last time you sent Joel dirty photos what poses and angles seemed to look good for you, so you hold your phone at a slight angle, catching both your cleavage and body down to your panties in the shot as you perch yourself on your bed with your legs tucked under you. It’s a very innocent, yet sexy pose with your legs slightly open, and you have a hopeful feeling it’ll make him absolutely crazy. Several minutes later you’re shooting Joel a text with the photo attached.

Joel: Oh sweet girl…

Joel: Now what am I supposed to do with that, huh?

You: I just want you to relax after a long day and come to that photo, imagining yourself between my legs, fucking me like you did last night

Joel: Fuck, baby, you look so hot

Joel: You manage to look more perfect every time I look at the pic

Me: Are you touching yourself yet?

Joel: Naughty thing, of course I am

Me: Feel free to reference that any time you miss me

Several minutes go by, and you wait for any update from Joel, biting your lip nervously. Finally, your phone pings on the bed in front of you.

Joel: Thank you, baby. Just what I needed

You smile, feeling warmth swell in your chest that you were able to make his day somewhat better. You stifle another yawn, realizing just how late it is combined with your lack of sleep from last night.

Joel: Good behavior will be rewarded 😉

You: Looking forward to it

Joel: Get some sleep, we both need it

You: Goodnight 😘

The next morning, you get an email from your new job, which gives you an official start date about a month and a half from now, and you smile eagerly as you read through the details. You’ve been loving all this down time, but you kept extremely busy during your years at school, so it feels odd to not be as productive as you’re used to. You’re trying to enjoy it while it lasts, though, knowing that there’s going to be a lot of details to work out once you start working at such a brand new company. They’ve even sent along some things you can start working on for them marketing wise, and you’re glad to have a distraction for a while.

You stretch your neck, leaning back from your keyboard a while later as your phone buzzes. You see a text from Sofia, confirming details of her visit to see you coming up, and it makes you smile, unable to believe you’ll be seeing her so shortly. You are definitely feeling the urge for much needed girl time with her. The other text is from Joel, who you know is well into his work day right now. He’s asking you to meet up with him on his lunch break, and while you’re excited he wants to see you, it’s not a message you were expecting at all. You hastily reply to confirm the plan, asking him where to meet and when. He says a park nearby where he works, and you can’t help but feel like this might be your first semblance of a date together. You immediately scold yourself for even thinking it, replacing the thought quickly with the fact that he probably just needs to get off or something.

You put on something casual, jean shorts and a cropped t-shirt before heading out to meet Joel. He’s waiting for you, leaning against the side of his truck when you pull into the parking lot next to the park. He looks a little worn down, but still so good, in a shirt that shows off his muscled arms and dark wash jeans. He looks up from his phone and smiles crookedly once he notices you parking next to him.

He greets you right as you open your car door and stand up with a deep, toe-curling kiss while he leans you back into your car. You moan a little into the unexpected but welcome passion behind it.

“Hey, baby,” Joel says, finally pulling his mouth off of you.

“Hey,” you say, eyes wide and mind still digesting what the flurry of Joel that just happened to you. It felt so fucking good to kiss him in public like this, where nobody knows who you two are or that anything needs to be hidden about this. He reaches forward, taking your hands into his and squeezing them both. “What the hell is going on, Joel?” you laugh a little.

“I missed ya, simple as that,” he says with a shrug, dropping one of your hands but holding onto the other as he leads you over to his truck where a cooler sits in the bed of it. He grabs it, continuing to lead you along, and truthfully, you’d follow him anywhere after a kiss like that. You two settle onto a nearby bench, the cooler perched on the ground below Joel’s feet. He pulls out several sandwiches, then various vegetables with hummus, two sodas, and two waters.

“Thought you might like your hummus, and I didn’t know if you drink soda, so… I brought both,” he explains as you stare at him placing all of these items on the bench in between you.

“You packed all of this before even asking me to meet you?” you ask. Your heart clenches unbelievably tight at him once again being so thoughtful.

“Had a feeling you’d say yes,” he replies with his lips twisted into a little smirk, and you press yours together, fighting the huge smile that’s forcing its way onto your face. You hate it when he’s so right about you like this.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s fair,” you quip back, reaching for the vegetables first. “Today any better so far?” you ask him, dipping a carrot in some hummus and biting down on it.

Joel considers for a moment. “Much better now,” he says, looking you up and down quickly. “And after last night.” His eyes flash a hint of desire at the recollection and you bite your lip, slightly embarrassed to be talking about your sexy photos in the light of day. You just look down at your lap where you’re currently staying hyper focused on the next dip of your carrot in the container of hummus. Joel leans forward, which catches your attention enough to look up and into his dark brown eyes.

“Next time, take it with nothing on at all, baby,” he half whispers, and your eyes widen slightly as your lips part, unable to respond.

“Uh, noted,” you finally say, cracking a smile.

“Atta girl,” he says, offering you a wink. A few comfortably silent moments pass as you two eat your lunch together before Joel speaks again. “What’s goin’ on with you, hm?” he asks, tilting his head curiously.

“I actually got to work this morning,” you say brightly, “I got an email from the start-up with some stuff I can start working on, so I’m officially on the payroll.”

Joel smiles brightly back at you. “That’s great,” he says, and you get the sense that he’s truly happy for you, his eyes shining with a bit of pride and excitement. “You one of those workaholics though? I’m never gonna see you again?”

You scoff lightly and laugh. “No! Well, maybe a little bit. But I just like being busy. You may not think so, only seeing me lounge around my parents’ house for the last few weeks, but I swear I’m a hard worker. I just needed a break.”

“Don’t have to defend yourself to me, baby,” Joel says sincerely, looking completely unbothered. “Y’know I like you just the way you are. You do what you need to do.”

You ponder his words for a moment as you chew on a bite of the sandwich Joel made for you. “Thanks… really,” you tell him. It’s not often you hear those words thrown your way, that someone likes you just as you are, and it shoots a warm but painful feeling deep down into you that he might really think that way about you.

“Hey… can I ask you something?” you ask, much more timidly now. It’s now or never, you think to yourself.

“Shoot.”

“This might sound weird, or accusatory, or something, so I’m sorry, but… why are you single?” You immediately regret saying it, but your mom really got in your head last night and you knew you’d be pondering the possibilities endlessly until you got the guts to just ask him. You’d even gone so far as to consider him having a secret family that lived in another house, and he only lived next to you part of the time while his wife and kids lived on unsuspecting of his infidelity. It was not your proudest moment in the middle of the night last night, you think upon reflection.

A look of true surprise flashes across Joel’s features before he returns back to neutrality. “First off, you continue to do nothin’ but surprise me,” he laughs a little, “But secondly, it just happened, I s’pose. Had a pretty long relationship a few years back, but since then, I had to focus on work, growin’ this business with Tommy when we were at our most busy, so it’s just ended up this way.”

“I see…” you say, treading carefully, finding it hard to look him directly in the eye right now. “How long? The relationship, I mean,” you finally add. You hear Joel let out a small, scoffing laugh, but he answers you anyways.

“A few years. Five, to be exact. It’s old news, though.”

“Old news…” you say quietly, fidgeting with your hands. Pushing down the jealousy towards this ex-girlfriend who had Joel wholly to herself for five fucking years, you try to compose yourself.

“Yes, darlin’, old news.” He smirks when you catch his eye. “You jealous, sweet girl?”

“Wh- no. I’m not jealous. Just… curious,” you lie.

Joel lifts an eyebrow but accepts your lie for now. “Whatever you say,” he tells you, looking smug.

“What if I was…?” you dare to ask, your voice unable to go higher than a mumble.

“If you were… I’d tell you that I’ve never come so hard to a photo of anyone as I did to that one of you last night, darlin’.” His eyes look right into yours, no hint of deception or over exaggeration in them at all. It makes the breath feel like it’s been sucked right out of you as you lose yourself into the beautiful, dark color of his irises.

“That’s supposed to make me not jealous if I was?” you say with a hint of sass in your tone.

“It should. You do somethin’ to me, angel,” Joel says casually, as if it’s not the big confession you’re taking it as. His use of this new pet name catches you off guard as well, and you feel like a fish popping your mouth open and closed, trying to find the right words to reply. Joel’s face suddenly turns from sweet to devious when he notices your reaction.

“What? You liked that new name, huh?” he asks, a cocky, confident grin on his face that makes you feel even more embarrassed that you still don’t know how to act in front of him half the time. You try to nod, but Joel catches your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. “Do you?” he asks more sternly.

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I- I like anything you call me,” you say, your chest heaving slightly at the sudden intensity of the moment.

“Good, angel,” he says with a knowing wink as he releases your chin. You feel on the verge of shaking just from that small interaction, and you know with finality that Joel has the ability to undo and redo you a million times over in any given moment, a power no man should have over you, and yet you just can’t help yourself. He’s officially wormed his way into your head in a permanent way, taking over your thoughts, your actions, everything. You hate the word obsessed, but you can’t seem to find another way to describe the way you crave being around him, wishing to know everything about him, having him buried deep inside you any chance you get.

Despite the way that moment threw you off completely, you manage to have a relatively normal conversation for the rest of your lunch together. You ask Joel about what his contracting company is currently working on, and it’s more projects than you’d have expected. You’re proud of him for managing it all so well with Tommy, and how successful they are in the area. He wants to know more about why you chose to work in the field you do, and you don’t necessarily have a good answer other than you chose marketing because you like the creativity it allows you while being able to feel like you’re helping people in some way. Joel seems to like that answer, commenting that his first impression of you aside from the physical attraction he had was that you always seemed like a polite, helpful girl. It makes your cheeks fill with warmth, of course, remembering the first conversation you had with him where he pointed out that same thing. Joel’s eyes glance at his watch suddenly and he groans, announcing with a grumble that he has to get back to work.

“No poutin’ now,” he warns as he pulls his lips off of yours at your car when he says his goodbye.

“I’m not,” you retort, but in a whiny tone that isn’t helping your case.

“I’m serious,” he says, “Don’t make it harder for me to leave than it already is.” He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, his fingers tracing absentminded movements along your hips and back.

You nod, but you wet and then bite your lip and Joel’s eyes flick down to your mouth, followed by him taking a long inhale. “Stop,” he demands, but you widen your eyes and tilt your head to the side.

“Or what?” you tease, wetting your lips another time.

“Don’t be a brat,” he grinds out, and you see his jaw set a little tighter.

“Or… what?” you say again, feeling a jolt of excitement zip through you.

Joel leans down and takes your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking hard and then sliding his tongue across it. You nearly burst into flames, and feel the need for him coursing through you with this one little action. “You really want to find that out?” he says in a low rumble. His grip tightens a little as his fists grip onto your clothing, bunching the fabric into his palms. “You know what happened last time you were a little bratty tease.”

“I do,” you say simply, the implication heavy behind the words, hopeful and daring to repeat the events of the other night where he smacked your ass so hard you still have faint marks from it.

“Christ,” he breathes out suddenly, able to snap himself out of it and release his grip. “Insatiable girl,” he murmurs, his lips close to your ear now. He pulls away reluctantly and you look up at him with wild, doe-like eyes as he puts a small amount of distance between you two.

“I’m leaving,” he announces, his voice tight and unconvinced it’s even possible for him to leave you right now. He finally takes a few steps back from you, allowing his mind to break free from the desire threatening to overtake him.

“But if you don’t come over tonight, I know where to find you and take what I want,” he concludes.

Fuck, you think to yourself, you’re absolutely counting on it.

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you know you never stood a chance - chapter eight

you know you never stood a chance series

eight: in this world, it's just us

series masterlist | prev chapter | epilogue

Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 4.8k

Summary: Joel and Ellie return to Jackson.

Warnings: vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), like one spank, cum eating, Joel is mean/bad with feelings (but he gets a little better!), this is not canon compliant, no use of y/n, description of injury, two idiots at the end of the world learn to communicate, author is ugly crying because this is the end

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They’d told you last night, of course, when Joel and Ellie showed up at the gates. Tommy had come to your door himself. When he knocked in the middle of the night, you had assumed the worst. Not that the real news made you any less anxious.

They were planning on having a little welcome home dinner, nothing fancy, but something fun for the kids. Maria thought maybe it was a good time to take Alice up on her offer to babysit, since she’d have to get used to it sooner or later.

But then Alice volunteered to help do the cooking, and Maria wasn’t sure who else to ask.

“I’ll do it,” you said immediately.

She raised an eyebrow at you, which made you squirm. “Don’t you think you should be there?”

“Nah, I’m sure I’ll see Ellie around,” you said, giving her an overly-fake smile that clearly said, “don’t.”

“Uh-huh. That’s your call. But if you want to volunteer for diaper duty…”

“I’d love to. You should go, have some fun.”

“You sure you don’t want to come? Ellie was askin’ if you’d be there,” Tommy says.

“No, I’m sure. Y’all go on and have a good night. I promise we’ll be okay here,” you say, with little baby Alé cradled in your arms.

Tommy sighs and pinches his forehead in a way horribly reminiscent of his brother. And, of course, “It’s just—” he says, “I know y’all didn’t exactly part on good terms, but my brother, he’s got a weird way of showin’ he cares and—”

“Tommy,” your tone is warning. “For the last time, it wasn’t like that.”

“I saw y’all kissing,” he blurts.

You’re honestly surprised he kept his mouth shut for the last six months.

“No, you saw him try to make himself feel better after I got mad. Ain’t the same thing. Now y’all go on, go do whatever old married couples in the apocalypse do for a good time. And don’t tell me about any of it.”

They each kissed the baby’s forehead before they left, Tommy promising one of them would be back soon.

It’s heading toward summer, the nights not quite so chilly anymore, so you swaddle Alé and go to the rocking chair on the porch. The street is dark, though you can see the soft glow of the mess hall in the distance.

It’s not so dark that you don’t see him walking. His gait is off, not quite a limp, but you’d know that shadow anywhere—the broad shoulders, the puff of hair, the way he seems to hunch into himself to hide away.

“You’re going the wrong way,” you say before he can set off with whatever stupid thing he was about to say.

“Nah, I’m not.”

“Dunno if you heard, but they’re throwing you a party. You’re kind of supposed to be there.”

“So’re you.”

“Nope, I’m babysitting. Got better things to do tonight than look at your ugly mug.”

He shakes his head, standing now at the bottom of the porch steps. The single lamp flickers across his face, drawing shadows where the stress and age eat away at him.

You look away, down to the baby and the peace over her tiny face, softly breathing through dreamless sleep. Or whatever it was that babies dream about.

“Look—”

“Joel, if I wanted to talk to you, I would have shown up.”

“I’ll just keep comin’ back.”

“I’ll tell Tommy.”

“You can’t threaten me with my own brother.”

“Ok, I’ll tell Maria.”

“Damn,” he shakes his head. “You got me there.”

“Go away, Joel. Go enjoy your party.” It’s softer than you meant it to be, and when his eyes catch yours, you know he didn’t miss that.

He gives you a nod, jaw ticking, and walks away. You want to feel victorious, and you do; it just stings all the same.

Maria comes home after an hour and a half. She’s got impeccable timing, as Alé has just begun to stir and realize that you are, unfortunately, not her mother. Nor do you have milk to offer her. Her little face rubs against your shirt while she begins to wail.

“You got a sixth sense about that,” you tell Maria.

She laughs. “Guess I do.”

“It’s kind of neat,” you say. “Like even after decades of technology and convenience, our bodies still know what to do.”

“It is,” she says absentmindedly, and she’s looking at you in a way you do not want to be looked at right now, so you gather up your jacket and your book.

“Okay, cool, hope you had fun, good night!” You make it as far as opening the screen door before she stops you.

“He come by?”

Your mouth drops open. “You betrayed me!”

“Of course I didn’t. Seriously? It was Tommy.”

“That little rat.”

“You wanna go tell him off? He’s still down at the hall.” She’s got a glint in her eye again, the one that makes you feel both laughed at and cared about.

“You’re not funny,” you say, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“It was an accident. He did good when Joel asked about you, but then he asked about Alé.”

You laugh, something warm and fond in your chest, even if your heart keeps ticking up a notch. You turn the knob of the front door.

“They liked your gift.”

Damn it, how does she keep doing that? You pause your escape and look up at her, finding honesty there.

“Ellie liked it?”

“They both did,” Maria says, and tells you how several of the townsfolk had, in fact, not liked it, but Joel and Ellie sure did.

You weren’t sure you were actually going to give it to him, time and irritation having grown into anxiety over it. But other people were giving housewarming gifts, and to be fair, you had made it for Joel.

The quilt was folded neatly and tied with twine. Most of it was an array of colors, working with what scraps could be spared. Maria had assured you that keeping folks warm was always a good use.

He hadn’t noticed, at first. She thought maybe he was having some kind of attack, actually, when Tommy told him it was from you. He had gone oddly blank and frozen for a minute. After he came back to himself, he had run his fingers over the worn, soft fabric, and then cleared his throat and moved on.

Ellie didn’t. She was chilly and pleased as punch to have a blanket. When she unfolded it to spread across her lap, she burst out laughing.

“The hell’s the matter with you?” Joel asked her.

She was laughing too hard to breathe, let alone answer him, so he stomped over.

You had saved all the white squares to spell “fuck you” in block letters across the middle of the quilt.

For a moment, he stood there, just staring at it. But between the way it made his chest feel like it was full of bubbles and the way Ellie was now pointing at his dumbfounded expression and laughing so hard she was crying, he couldn’t help it. He joined her, absolutely fucking falling apart in hysterics.

“No way,” you scoffed at Maria when she reached that part of her retelling.

“Yeah. He lost it. Scared some of the kids.”

It doesn’t take him long to notice. He figures he still had an internal sensor wired to be aware of your presence. A safety feature turned bug.

You’re leaning against the wall across the room, just watching. Taking them in from a safe distance. Ellie sees where he’s looking and jumps up, running over.

She throws her arms around your neck and hugs you. You hug her back, the rush of relief at her well-being overtaking you.

“I’m glad you’re still here,” she says

“I’m glad you’re back. And you’re okay?”

She nods and opens her mouth, then looks around at the hall full of people.

“S’ok, you can tell me everything tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’m on patrol in the morning, but I’ll find you after.”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy says, coming up behind you and clapping a hand on each shoulder. He’s looking over Ellie’s shoulder, where Joel hovers on the other side of the room, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Ain’t this your party? Go have fun,” he says to Ellie.

You watch as she bounds over to Joel and points to you, like he hadn’t seen you first.

Tommy gives your shoulders a squeeze and leans in close. “Look, I know ya said you weren’t scared, but you look it. You don’t gotta tell me anything, but if you need me to keep him away from you, just say the word.”

Not for the first time, your heart clenches with fondness, and you duck out of his grasp so you can turn to face him.

“Don’t worry about me,” you say, trying to put as much earnestness into the words and your eyes as you can.

“M’serious. He’s my brother, and I love him, but I know he’s not always done the best things and—“

“Hey.” The sharp tone of your voice stops his rambling. “Thank you, Tommy, seriously. But I promise it’s fine.”

Joel wasn’t going to bother you again. He wasn’t. But then he caught Tommy shooting him a suspicious look over your shoulder, and he can’t stop himself from making his way over.

Tommy’s telling you about your shift change tomorrow, something about having to swap someone to cover for Sam, which turned into a whole mess of scheduling. You’ve been bumped to dinner duty, which is fine by you anyway.

You don’t get to tell him that, though. Something flickers across his face, a wrangled mess of hurt and happiness. It’s the only warning you got.

“Y’ain’t over here botherin’ her, right?” Joel says gruffly.

You roll your eyes. “You two are somethin’ else.”

Tommy rubs the back of his neck, but Joel says, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You spin around to stare him down, arms crossed over your chest. “It means I don’t need either of you playin’ bodyguard, but especially not you.”

“If ya came here just to yell at me, let’s go outside.”

“Fine,” you snap. You hadn’t, actually, but then again, he’s always done this, crawled up under your skin like a tick.

And so you find yourself in a sick copy of six months past, standing and glaring at Joel outside the mess hall, arms folded across your chest.

“Well, go on then,” he says.

You open your mouth to say something mean, anything really, but what comes out is, “Is Ellie really okay?”

He opens and shuts his mouth. “Uh, yeah,” he says, and rubs the back of his neck. “She will be. She’ll be pissed if I tell you everything without her, but we had a real rough go of it, coupla close calls.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, seeing their mangled bodies from your nightmares. You take a deep breath and find him watching you with a pinched brow and a deep-set frown.

“And you? You’re okay too?” you say.

“Yeah, a’course. I’m fine.” He pauses and scratches his beard. “Look, m’not sorry.”

“Fine.” You turn to walk away, to go back and grab your things and get out of there before Tommy can see that you’re upset.

“Now, just hold on a minute,” Joel says, jogging to follow after you. “You hear me out.”

“No thanks. I don’t need an excuse, Joel. We don’t owe each other a damn thing.”

“Can you just stop bein’ a stubborn brat for two goddamn minutes? I’m tryin’ to tell you something.”

You spin around to face him with a nasty sneer you hadn’t worn the whole time Joel was gone. “Maybe I don’t want to hear anything you have to say to me.”

He pushes you up against the wall. It’s not rough, but he’s got a firm grip on your shoulders, and for one fleeting moment, you think about yelling for help. He must see something in your eyes because he drops his arms to his sides and steps back.

“Wasn’t gonna—I wasn’t gonna hurt you.” He mumbles the last bit to the ground, can’t look you in the eye, can’t see fear on your face for the first time.

“Wait,” you say as he turns to leave. “I know you weren’t, Joel.” You can’t look at him either, voice quiet. “I��m just not used to people touching me like that anymore.”

“I’m not—I swear—”

“I know. Joel,” you sigh and look up at the stars, wishing you believed in any higher power to ask for a little guidance. But you don’t; you’ve seen enough that all you trust is your own two feet on the ground and the whole damn Miller clan.

You scuff the toe of your boot in the dirt. “Why’re y’all like this?” you grumble.

“What?”

Whoops. You hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud. You sigh again and look up at him. “We can’t fight. I don’t want Alé to think her uncle and auntie can’t get along.”

“Auntie?”

“Yeah. Your dumb ass left me here with your brother as a watchdog. What did you think was gonna happen?”

Truth be told, he didn’t know. Didn’t really know Tommy anymore. “That’s good,” he says after a moment. “I’m glad ya weren’t alone.”

“Oh, I tried. He’s a persistent little fucker.”

He looks up at you and sighs, shaking his head. “I’m still not sorry,” the words come out fast, like he knows he’s got thirty seconds before you run away again. “Nearly died too many damn times. Don’t think I could’ve gotten us all out alive.”

You’ve thought about this moment more than you’d like to admit. Thought about the things you were going to say, the cruel ways you could dig between his ribs and pry. Thought about slapping him in the face, even. But in the end, you’re too tired of it all to consider any of it.

“If you wanna talk, let’s go someplace and talk.”

It catches him off guard. You feel spitefully pleased that he doesn’t know what to expect from you. But it stings a little, too.

You end up going back to his place. Tommy had wasted no time helping get things set up for them to have a home, hopeful that it would keep them there.

You make tea in his kitchen, using the things he didn’t know he had. He accepts a mug of it, even though it’s decaf.

“Too late for you to be having caffeine anyway,” you scold when he grumbles.

He sits down across from you at the dining table, mug wrapped in both hands. You take a moment to look at him. He looks more than six months older. He’s gone grayer, and there are new scars, new marks on him that you don’t recognize.

He looks away from your scrutinizing, tapping fingers against his mug, and shakes his head. “I ain’t got a thing to say for myself. I’m not sorry I left you here, but I am sorry I hurt you.”

Your mouth runs off without you. “Holy shit. Who are you, and what’ve you done with Joel Miller? An apology?”

But he doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t roll his eyes and call you a brat. Instead, he looks down at the table and purses his lips.

It makes you shift in your seat, legs turning automatically to angle for a better escape route. “Hey,” you say, swallowing hard. You wait until he looks up. “It is what it is. I didn’t have any delusions about what this was.” You gesture loosely between you.

“I mighta.”

You feel a lot like the time your sister pushed you off the diving board at the neighborhood pool, limbs flailing until you landed flat on your stomach in the water. “Run that by me again?”

“I got it in my head that you were mine. And then I didn’t like that much, so I told myself I was doin’ what was best for both of us.”

It’s your turn to purse your lips, but you don’t look away, afraid that if you do, he’ll stop talking.

He sighs again. “Look, I ain’t good at this. But I care about ya, okay?”

“Joel—”

“I know you’ve got a life here, now. Don’t know if you’ve got any room in it for me. But Ellie knows it’s my fault you didn’t come, so don’t go pushin’ her away, okay?”

“Joel—”

“And I know you got close with Tommy. I’ll just meet up with him somewhere you’re not, tell him he’s gotta warn you if I’m comin’ over or something.”

“Joel!”

He shuts his mouth, eyes wide.

“God, when you get going, you get going. I don’t think you’ve ever said so many words to me in a day, let alone one sitting.” It’s not what you meant to say. It’s never what you mean to say, and usually, you don’t care about your runaway tongue, but right now, you really want to say the right thing.

You’re not so far. He’s shutting down quick, you can see the walls going back up as he works his jaw back and forth.

“Joel,” you try again, softer. “You don’t have to do all that. I care about you, too. I spent so long trying not to that when you gave me an excuse to hate you, I jumped on it. I’m not any good at this, either.”

He watches your face carefully, peeling his fingers away from his mug and reaching the hand across the table. His warm hand slides between your own and your mug. He cradles it, your right hand in his left. Your breath catches.

You stare at where you connect, his broad palm covering yours. There are fucking butterflies in your stomach, like you’re a fucking teenager. Your ears and the back of your neck burn as you have to bite your lip to keep from grinning.

“What’s so funny?” He starts to pull back.

You tighten your grip and hold on, giving in to the urge to smile. “Not laughin’, Miller. Just,” and you shake your head. “We’re too damn old to be so stupid about this.”

He shakes his head, jaw twitching, before his own smile peeks through. “Y’ain’t wrong.”

You sit there for a few minutes, the silence warmed by your still-steaming tea and clasped hands.

“I know you said we don’t owe each other anything,” he says slowly. “But I was thinkin’ maybe I owe you a better kind of apology.”

“Oh yeah? You gonna get on your knees and grovel for me?”

His smile curls into a dangerous smirk. “I’m gonna get on my knees, but you’re gonna be the one beggin’, sweetheart.”

“Don’t make promises you aren’t going to keep.”

He pulls his hand from yours and takes both mugs, dumping them down the sink while you protest. But you don’t whine about it for long, because he turns and quirks an eyebrow at you. “If you’d hurry up, I was plannin’ on making good on that promise right now.”

You let him pull you up the stairs, trying to leave your anxieties behind on the landing. He’s kissing you before the bedroom door is shut, sliding his hands up your shirt to hold onto your bare waist.

“This okay, darlin’?”

You nod, bumping your nose against his in your eagerness to recapture his lips. You think he meant to go slow, but it doesn’t work out. Neither of you really know how, anyway, though you think maybe you’d like to learn.

Once he has you peeled out of your jeans and tee, he sits you on the edge of the bed and goes to make good on his promise.

“Wait,” you say, even though the last thing you want him to do is stop.

He freezes, worry written in the lines of his face.

“You can’t really be on your knees like that, Joel; they’ll be so swollen tomorrow.”

“S’worth it,” he grunts, trying to bat off your hands where they’ve wrapped their concern in his shirt.

“Nah, get up here,” you say, tugging until he eases himself back up.

“Fine, I got a better idea anyway,” he says, laying back on the pillows and pulling until you straddle him. “Get up here, sweetheart.”

You feel like you’ve come down with a fever, body gone hot but shivering from the cold. “Um, what?”

He shakes his head, mostly at himself. Of course you don’t know what he wants; he’s the only person in this godforsaken world that’s eaten your cunt.

“Come sit on my face, baby. Let me taste you. And no, y’ain’t gonna hurt me, just get up here.”

You shuffle forward until he loses his patience and yanks on your hips, jerking you forward so you have to catch yourself on the headboard. It works out anyway since he doesn’t give you any time to settle before he’s pulling you down. He licks right into your cunt, not wasting any time, before licking up to suck at your clit.

You cry out and apologize as your hips jerk forward.

“S’good, baby, take what you need,” he says, hot breath against your cunt before he gets back to work. He has you falling apart in no time, greedily lapping at everything you offer.

“Anyone touch you while I was gone?” he growls, nipping at your clit.

You cry out and grind down into his mouth, but he pulls back a little and slaps your ass.

“I asked you a question.”

“No, no one,” you gasp, trying again to reach his mouth.

He rewards you with his tongue, licking and sucking and biting until you give him another orgasm.

“Why’s that, pretty girl? Surely you could have fucked your way through this town by now.”

“Don’t—ahh—didn’t want anyone else.” His mouth has you confessing like your mama used to insist on when you were little. Admitting your most shameful secrets in the dark room. “Never did.”

He leans back to talk again, and you whine, a truly desperate, pathetic enough sound that he forgets what he had to say and gives you what you want.

He doesn’t quit until your thighs are shaking with the effort. He taps your leg to get you to slide off and immediately flips your positions so you’re caged under his body.

You bring your hands up to his biceps, gliding them over his broad shoulders, and cup his face. He leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead as he slides into your warm, welcoming cunt. He pulls his head back a little to watch as he presses inside, drinking up the way your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, muscles tightening against the stretch.

“Shh, baby, just relax. You can take it,” he kisses down your neck as he whispers. “I know it’s been a while, but that pretty little pussy can fuckin’ take it.”

You’re trembling under him, twitching and writhing as he kisses and bites across your collarbone and down to your breasts. He works himself deeper, sucking on your nipples until you cum again, muscles loosening just enough until his cock is buried to the base.

“Fuck,” he bites out, gritting his teeth and grinding into you. “Fuckin’ hell, I missed you.”

He catches the look in your eye and cuts you off. “And not just your cunt, either, smartass.”

You grin, and he kisses you, licking inside like he can wipe away your smugness.

You break away and kiss his neck up to bite his earlobe. “You fuckin’ like it.”

The look he gives you is overwhelmingly fond. It feels like something cracks inside your sternum.

“Yeah, I do,” he says.

You bury your face in his neck, biting down on the tendon on a particularly rough thrust. “You can’t just say shit like that, Joel. You’re gonna make me think you like me.”

“I don’t know how else I gotta say it, baby. I like you.”

You whimper, and he doesn’t press you to respond. Doesn’t need to. Instead, he brings his hand down to worry at your sore clit, brushing gently as you arch up, squirming both toward and away from the overstimulation.

“One more, gimmie one more,” he demands, pace increasing. Your body, as always, listens, and as your cunt grips him, he pulls out to spill on your pussy, coating your coarse curls in his spend.

He doesn’t leave you time to wonder if he’ll go back to cleaning you up now that there’s running water. He slides down, crouching, and licks your combined mess before climbing back up to kiss you and share the salty tang of your pleasures.

He doesn’t leave you time to wonder if he’ll kick you out, either. “Stay,” he murmurs against your lips. “Please.”

You nod, letting him melt you into the mattress with his soft touches.

He gives you his shirt to sleep in, his possessive post-orgasm brain demanding to mark you further. Unfortunately, he didn’t think it through, because that’s when you see it.

“What the fuck is that?” you ask, pointing at the still-pinkish scarring.

“Oh, that’s nothin’,” he says, arms dropping to lay across it in maybe the least casual way you’ve ever seen.

But you’ve got something sharp behind your eyes, something calculating. “You said you were fine.”

“I am fine. Quit your worryin’.”

“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll hear it from Ellie tomorrow. Unless you want a chance to give me your version of the story.”

He groans and covers his face with both hands. “Fine. I fell and had a run-in with a bit of rebar. But I’m fine now.”

“You keep sayin’ that, making it sound like you definitely were not fine at one point.”

He thinks you’re going to be mad all over again, that you’ll say there was something you could have done, had you been there.

“I was fine until I wasn’t. We got it out, Ellie stitched me up, and we rested until I was better.”

“And the part you don’t want to tell me?”

“It got infected. Sepsis or some kind of bacteria. It wasn’t… it didn’t look good. Honestly, I don’t remember much of it.” He chances a look at you, and the tight feeling in his chest starts to creep in.

“Joel,” you whisper. You purse your lips, eyes scrunching, and take a shaky breath through your nose.

“Darlin’, please. I don’t—I can’t do this right now. Ya can’t cry like this right now.”

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. “Okay. But promise you’ll tell me everything another day?”

“I promise. C’mon, lay down.” He tugs at your wrist, and you let your body follow, curling up to his bare chest.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“Nah, I’m tellin’ you. It’s fine now.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and then helps himself to another at your lips. “Stop that,” he says when your eyes well up again.

“M’sorry. It’s just been a helluva fuckin’ day.”

“I know, baby. But you can rest now, okay? I got you.”

You don’t have to look far to find Ellie in the morning. She’s sitting at the kitchen table when you come down in just Joel’s shirt and your panties. Luckily, it’s long enough to cover everything, but you both freeze for a moment, staring at the other’s wide eyes.

“Come on,” she groans. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? One night. You couldn’t go one night?” She’s thrown a hand over her eyes.

“I’m not naked, you drama queen,” you say, setting the kettle on.

“It’s so gross; he’s so old,” she groans.

“I’m not that much younger,” you remind her.

“Yeah, but you’re like, cool and stuff.”

“Sorry, honey,” you say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her hair. “I’m not that cool, either.”

She lets her head fall against the table. “Nope, can’t do it. I’m going to the mess for breakfast. Please, both of you be dressed, and like, six feet apart when I get back.”

You just laugh, digging through the cabinet for clean mugs as she grabs her bag and flees.

“What’s all the ruckus?” Joel asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while you pour the tea.

“Oh, just traumatizing the teenager all over again.” You crane your neck to press a kiss to his cheek, but he catches you and steals it from your mouth instead.

“Be careful,” you murmur. “I could get used to this.”

“I fuckin’ hope so,” he says, “‘Cause I could get used to this. Pretty girl in my shirt makin’ me a drink.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, exactly like every day when I lived in your apartment.”

“Well,” he holds you a little tighter, kissing up your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder. “Maybe not exactly like that.”

epilogue

This is the end, y'all. I love you, and thank you so so much.

*title from "As It Was" by Harry Styles

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