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POPSTAR — JOEL MILLER
pairing: hbo!joel x fem!popstar!reader
summary: joel goes backstage at a concert for a special show.
warnings: smut, implied age gap, unprotected sex
After an annoying 2 hour drive with three teenagers in the backseat, Joel made it to the arena. There was a singer Ellie really liked, so much that she made a deal with Joel to get him to take her. A month of cleaning the stables in exchange for the 2 hour drive to where the singer was playing. She got Dina and Jesse to help her, and that’s how all 3 of them were in the back of Joel’s car, yapping about how excited they were.
Outside were hundreds of people. Parents taking their kids. Some young girls without any parents taking pictures in eccentric outfits. Seeing he wasn’t the only grumpy old man being led around by spunky teenagers made him feel better, though.
He didn’t mind attending the concert. He’s heard your music before from behind the door of Ellie’s bedroom. It wouldn’t be his choice of music, but Ellie liked it so he tolerated it. He’d nod his head when she played it in the car, tap his foot if he can hear it from downstairs when she blasted it in her bedroom, maybe hum a little if Ellie was singing it in the kitchen.
“Look, I got us super close seats!” Ellie beamed, showing Dina and Jesse her tickets. “Basically front row. Awesome, right?”
Not awesome. Joel was sat in his seat while surrounded by screaming teens. He can feel the jealous stares of them, wanting to take his seat and make better use of it. The screams only got more deafening when you came out on stage. He’d be lying if he said your stage presence wasn’t captivating. You were a performer, singing and dancing all over the stage. Numerous times you came over to him and the kids, offering your hand to a very overjoyed Ellie.
It brought a smile to his face to see Ellie jump around in excitement when you touched her hand, her eyes lit up and her smile bright. And you must have liked her reaction as well because you continued to come over to her, smiling as you sing while looking at Ellie. At one point Joel had to grab Ellie to steady her, her excitement nearly knocking her over.
Even when the show ended, Ellie was practically vibrating from her happiness. “She kept coming over to us, she loved us,” Ellie squealed.
Joel pats her on the head with a chuckle. “I’m sure she does, kid.”
Joel began to lead the kids to leave, but he’s quickly stopped by security. “I’ve been told to bring you backstage.” You sent security to get them. Said you liked their energy, and wanted to meet them. Joel was skeptical, that wasn’t very typical behavior from a popstar. But Ellie, Dina and Jesse all accepted before he could even consider turning it down.
So he had no choice but to let security lead them through to the back. There were security guards posted at every door, crew workers scurrying around to dismantle the stage and pack it all up. But it grew less populated as they got further back, until they reached a door with two burly guards outside of her.
They opened the door, and there you were, still in your little dress from the final number. You turned to them with a wide smile, your arms spread open. “Oh my gosh, hi!”
Ellie practically ran into your arms, and you laughed when she hugged you. Dina hugged you next, then Jesse. When you looked to Joel, he nodded in your direction.
“We’re such huge fans!” Dina blurted out, making your tear your eyes away from Joel. “I-I can’t believe you invited us back here.”
You smiled kindly at Dina. “Of course! I saw how passionate you guys were out there, I just had to meet you.”
You talk to them for a bit. Asked what their favorite songs were, explained some of the thought process behind the show, and they watched you with keen eyes as you spoke. But your eyes kept flicking back to Joel, checking to see if he was watching as intently as the kids were.
He wasn’t. He was looking around your dressing room. There’s some clothes on a rack, a vast collection of shoes in the corner beside it. Some untouched food. All things to be expected in a popstar’s dressing room. What he didn’t expect was the opened whiskey on the table, a glass beside it with the color your lipstick on the rim.
“I have an idea!” Joel looks back to you when you speak, your gaze on the kids. “You guys know my band right? They’d sooo be up to giving you guys a tour of the stage, I think the last set is still up. Is that something you’d like?” Your offer was met with enthusiastic yes’s.
Security was opening the door again, ushering them out of the room, but Joel is stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looks back at you, but you’re looking at the kids. “I think dad might be tired guys, would you be okay without him?”
Ellie is the first to nod, staring at Joel wide-eyed. “We’re fine, Joel. We can go without you.”
Joel frowns a little, but looking at the security guards, he reluctantly agrees. “Take care of them, Jesse,” he warns, and Jesse nods. And he watches as security takes them to the waiting band before the door is shut.
Then he’s looking at you as your pour another glass of whiskey. “Cute kids,” you comment, holding out a glass of whiskey for him. “Which ones yours?”
Joel reluctantly takes the whiskey, watching you warily as you round the table. “Uh…light brown hair. Other two are her friends.”
You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “How’d you get stuck bringing them? Mom was busy?”
You speak so casually, like you knew Joel. He should be suspicious, he really should. But you just looked so harmless. In a little dress that you wore just thirty minutes ago to dance on stage to a pop song that every teenage girl in the country knew. How could he feel threatened by you?
“I’m not their Dad so no Mom around, that’s how I got stuck,” he says with a low chuckle. He takes a sip of the whiskey, missing how your lips quirked up at his response.
You down the rest of your drink before putting the glass down, pouting at Joel. “Sorry, you must be so tired. It’s so sweet of you to bring your girl and her friends here, I’m sure this isn’t your first choice for a Friday night.”
Joel shrugs. “Could have been worse, you’re a great performer.”
You smile. “Thank you. I aim to please.” You slowly approach Joel, head tilted slightly. “But really, thank you for bringing them. Parents like you are what really make the show, you know?”
Joel’s brows furrow. “How so?”
You’re close to him now, a hand coming out to touch the collar of his shirt. “I know my fans are a bit on the young side, they need parents to come to the show. So I just wanna thank you.” You flatten his collar down, hand trailing down to his chest.
You look up at him through your lashes, blinking up at him innocently. “Can I thank you?”
Joel doesn’t push you away. He can’t. He’s captivated by your eyes and your pink stained lips. All he can do is nod his head and watch as your lips quirk up into a smirk.
Your hand comes up to his head and you lead him down to your lips. Your lips taste like strawberry but your tongue is like whiskey, and Joel would be lying if he said he didn’t like the combination. Liked it so much that his arms wrapped around you, pressing you to his body as his tongue explored your mouth.
You lead Joel back until you reach the vanity, pulling away from him just to hop up on the surface. Then you’re pulling him back down, his body slotted between your legs. Your head is angled up to kiss him, and Joel’s hand comes up to rest on your throat, keeping you steady.
You knew the moment you saw him in the crowd. You saw Ellie singing loudly and went up to her, but the rest of the times you went to her weren’t because of her singing. It was to get a glance at the older man sat beside her; his arms were crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging against his denim shirt, and his legs spread open as he watched the show. He was devastatingly handsome, you needed to at least try.
And try you did.
Joel pulls away from you first, using the hand on your throat to turn you so he could kiss down your neck. You let out a low whine as he lathers your neck. “No marks, I’ve got a show tomorrow,” you mumble, your head falling back.
Joel’s other hand goes under your dress, rubbing along your panties. You moan when he presses against your center, hips involuntarily moving. He continues to kiss your neck as his hand shoves your panties aside, collecting the wetness from your slit. He pulls his hand out and you watched with hooded eyes as he brings it to his lips, sucking his fingers clean.
He smirks when he locks eyes with you, humming at the taste of you on his fingers. Then he’s pulling your hips forward, dropping to his knees. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders, dress bunched up at your hips.
“Try not to sing too loud popstar,” Joel teases.
You almost want to roll your eyes at the corniness of what he said but you’re cut off by your own moan as he licks you over your panties. The flimsy cloth is promptly torn off your body and tucked into Joel’s pocket. He lowers his head again, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. His tongue flicks your clit and your head falls back, hands going to his hair.
Your thighs clamp around his head as your hips rut and Joel doesn’t stop you. His lips latch onto your clit, sucking it gently as you whimper above him. Your hips are moving slightly, breath coming out heavy as his tongue explores you.
“Fuck,” you moan out when his tongue dips into your hole. You cry out as the heat inside of you begins to burn, your hands gripping his hair for stability.
Joel can sense how close you are, he doesn’t stop. He moans against your pussy, pulling you closer to him. His nose nudged against your clit with every movement of your hips and you let out a wanton moan as you climax. Your hips twitch as you come down and Joel continues to savor you, licking up every last drop until he’s satisfied.
Your heart is racing when he stands back up, pulling you in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan when his fingers thread in your hair. His other hand grabs your waist, pulling you off of the surface and into him. Then you’re being pushed away, and turned around, bent over the surface.
You’re facing a mirror, looking at Joel’s reflection as he undoes his belt. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, and when he locks eyes with yours, you feel yourself clench around nothing. He smirks at you, his hand rubbing your ass cheek.
“Sorry for rushing this, popstar, but my girl might come back soon.” He enters you fully in one thrust, and you let out a cry as you grip the vanity. His hand makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair and he pulls hard, forcing you to look in the reflection. “I watched your show, now you watch mine.”
And you do.
You watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips as he slides out of you, before he slams forward. Your mouth is wide open as he sets a fast pace, balls slapping against your ass. It takes all your willpower to not let your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pleasure overwhelming you.
You whimper when his hand comes down to slap your ass, the sting sending a wave of pleasure through you. “I don’t—“ You’re cut off by a moan when his fingers begin to work your clit, rubbing harsh circles. “Don’t even know your name.”
Joel chuckles darkly, locking eyes with you through the mirror. “Doesn’t matter, we won’t see each other after this.” You clench around his cock making Joel groan. “You’re gripping me like a vice, popstar.” The wet squelch of your bodies connecting echoed around the room, and you begin to see stars as he fucks into you.
“M’gonna cum,” you weep.
A harsh slap is delivered to your ass. “Do it. Cum all over my cock.”
Your moan is a borderline scream when you orgasm but Joel is relentless. He keeps fucking you, mesmerized by the sight of your cunt sucking him in. Your legs are shaking, and tears streak down your cheeks, your words incoherent as you lose yourself to the pleasure.
Your pussy flutters around him, and Joel groans. “Do that again and I’ll cum inside you.”
You let out a moan, clenching around him. “I want it,” you cry out, your head falling forward, unable to hold yourself up. The vanity is shaking from the force of Joel’s hips, and your silent pleading for him to finish certainly didn’t make him ease up.
He groans as his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back into him. You can feel the tip of his cock deep inside of you, repeatedly hitting the right spot. Then he holds you down on him, and you feel the warmth of his cum coating your walls. You whimper as he begins to pull out, his hands spreading your ass cheeks so he can watch himself slide out, cum leaking out of your sopping hole.
You finally lift your head, your body slumped against the vanity as cum drips down your leg. Your stage makeup is smeared all over your face, black streaks down your cheeks and lipstick on your chin. Your little black dress from the final number is scrunched up into the middle of your body, leaving your ass and tits exposed.
He tucked himself back into his pants just as a knock came from the door. He can hear Ellie and her friends chattering on the other side, boasting about how cool it was to see every thing.
Joel makes his way to the door, ready to leave. Then he turns back to you, clearing his throat. “Thanks for the souvenir, by the way,” he chuckles, showing your panties dangling from his fingers. Even under your messed up makeup he can make out your flush as he stuffs the panties into his pocket.
“Big fan of your performance, popstar.”
#°•. ro writes#joel miller#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x you#joel miller smut#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal x reader
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what if joel and abby fucked
i know it would probably never happen but i just like the thought of them fighting for dominance and them trying to hold each other down to get on top
so basically rough hate sex lol
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idk if this will make sense but reader coming from like an elite family. like the super rich popular families and reader meeting joel and he’s just like. a guy and they have to fuck on the low cause reader cant ruin her reputation 😢😢
18+ ,, face fucking .. joel says daddy.
Joel would be lying if he said he expected things to go this way. It was a mere few weeks ago when he received a house call to the large estate at the center of town. Broken down car, they told him. A simple fix, one that would barely take a few hours and have him leave with heavy pockets. The only reason people weren’t jumping at the job was because of the family behind the request.
They were by far the most annoying people in the town. Rich, stuck-up pricks who believed everyone was indebted to them because they gave supplies that allowed the town to build up. The founding family—or so they refer to themselves as.
Joel could give less of a shit about who they were. He could put up with any attitude if they paid him enough. And this family would. So he ignored all his friends warnings and took the job.
If only he knew the problem wouldn’t be the asshole father or snarky mother, but their promiscuous daughter.
You sauntered into the garage Joel was working in with your little skirt and frilly shirt. Batted your eyelashes at him, twirled some hair around your finger, leaned over just a little too far, ran a hand down his arm. You were dangerous, and he realized when his friends warned him to not take the job they were warning him of you.
Of those sultry eyes and tantalizing lips. Of your ability to get any man wrapped around your manicured fingers. Of your lack of care for what could happen to those men if they gave in to you.
And yet, Joel still fell for it.
His fingers were interlocked in your hair for the third time this week, guiding your head further down his shaft. Your swollen lips were suctioned around him, eyes peering up at him. He didn’t want to look away, scared you’d vanish from before him if he even blinked.
It was just too good to be true. Someone like you, prim and proper girl from the most influential family in town, on her knees with a mouth full of his cock. If only your asshole of a father could see you now.
Just the thought of it had Joel’s hips stuttering forward, his hands holding your head down. You didn’t fight it, not even when your eyes watered or the drool spilled from your lips. You took Joel fully, a tear sliding down your cheek as you gazed up with him with what Joel could only perceive as admiration.
“You’re takin’ me so well, darlin’,” Joel sighs, his head falling back.
He pulls back for just a moment before his hips shoot forward once more, his cock hitting the back of your throat.
“If only your daddy could see you now,” he mumbles, tugging at your locks. “On your knees, weeping for my cock.” The whine you let out sends vibrations through Joel, a guttural groan escaping him.
“Keep goin’ like that and I’m gonna cum,” he grunts. Your fingers dig into Joel’s thighs as your nose buries into his pubes.
Joel’s grunts bounce off the walls as his hips thrust in and out, your high pitched whines muffled by his cock. Then you’re grabbing him, keeping him down your throat as you gag around him. And Joel is cumming, groans falling from his parted lips as you take his load with ease.
You finally fall back onto your knees when just a speckle of his cum drips from your lips, watching in delight as Joel leans against the wall to catch his breath.
“I think you like the thought of my dad seein’ us,” you muse, Joel’s half-lidded eyes locking with yours. “You want my daddy to see me, his perfect daughter, fucking a lowlife like you. Ain’t that right, Joel?”
Joel smirks, the exhaustion he once exhibited vanishing. “You’re right, darlin’.” A wicked smile spreads on your lips as Joel steps toward you, backing you into a wall.
“I want you to tell everyone,” he drops to his knees in front of you, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder as his nose presses to the wet patch on your panties, “who is really your daddy.”
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heyyy.. im accepting requests now !!
taking smut, angst, and fluff requests for the following tlou characters currently..
hbo or game joel miller
abby anderson
feel free to send any to my ask box!! ill get to them asap. xo, ro
#joel miller#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#joel miller x reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson angst#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller smut#joel miller angst#joel miller fluff
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can we have nasty sex in ur room tn
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𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗥𝗢!
22. they/them. bisexual latina
masterlist. boundaries. other.
accepting reqs!
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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐌 ; 𝐉. 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑
pairing: hbo!joel miller x fem!reader
summary: You’re used to getting what you want, and this time would be no different. He’s playing your game; he just doesn’t know it yet. ( part 1/? )
warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, roughness. minors DNI
Today was going to be different.
You didn’t know if it was because of the clear night sky on what was meant to be a cloudy night or that your boss finally decided to take a day off from peering over your shoulder. But something had shifted in the bar that night.
But different or not, you had a job to do. And that was flash a smile at the men sitting at the bar so they’d fork over the cash in their overly stuffed wallets. You and Kaitlyn, the bartender, have got a deal. She doesn’t insult and scowl at customers if you steer them clear of her. You liked the fake laughing and batting your eyelashes at them. She liked making drinks. It was a perfect system for the only two girls working the bar.
“You seem extra jolly today,” Kaitlyn comments as you pass her.
And you were. Everything just seemed so easy today. All your regulars came in, making it easy serving for the drinks tonight and even easier sweet-talking for their tips. And most only stayed for one drink, the nice night beckoning them out of the bar and into the streets. Boss probably wouldn’t be happy about that, but not like he’s there to complain.
“It’s a nice night,” you respond to Kaitlyn, a grin on your face. “What’s not to be happy about?”
“Why don’t you ask that guy?”
Said guy was barely stepping inside the door when Kaitlyn pointed him out. He kept his head down, beelining for a spot at the end of the bar. He seemed to know Kaitlyn, sending a head nod her way before plopping himself down on a stool.
It wasn’t until he lifted his head to glance at the football game on the tv that your attention was captured.
“No.” Kaitlyn’s gruff voice interrupted your thoughts, your head whipping toward her. She was shaking her head, brows knitted together in disbelief. “You’ve got that look on your face.”
Now it was your turn to be confused. “What look?”
Kaitlyn huffs. “The look you give those poor fuckers before you eat them alive.” She waves her hand in the general direction of the new patron. “I won’t let you eat that sad man alive.”
You frown. “Who said I wanted to?”
You look back toward him. His arms were crossed now, eyes focused on whatever football team played on the screen. His biceps were on full display now, the t-shirt doing little to nothing to keep them hidden. He lifted a hand to scratch at his beard, that same hand then going up to push his dark hair away from his forehead.
“Okay, maybe I want him,” you confessed to Kaitlyn. “Who is he anyway? I’ve never seen him, but he seems to know you.”
Kaitlyn sighs, turning her focus to an unopened bottle of whiskey. “Isn’t he a little old for you?” You shoot a look at Kaitlyn. “Right. You don’t care about age.” She hands you the freshly poured glass of whiskey. “Good luck cracking that nut.”
“That isn’t the–“
“I know what I said,” Kaitlyn finishes sharply.
With the glass in hand, you approached the man at the end of the bar. You place the glass down in front of him, readying your best charming smile for when he looks to thank you, except he didn't. Without looking away from the tv, he grabs the glass on the bar and throws it down.
"Keep 'em' coming," he mutters, or at least that's what you think he said. His request was quickly followed by a huff of disappointment from whatever happened on screen.
For the first time in your 10 months working this job, you haven't captured the eye of the man you wanted. Typically you didn't have to be the one seeking them out; they sought after you. But on the off chance that you were the one who was seeking, it wasn't really a challenge. All it took was some soft words, eyelash batting, and an all-too-friendly stroke of the hand. Men were putty in your hands.
But in comes this brawny man, smelling of sawdust and cheap cologne, his hair graying at the sides, and somehow he was just...immune to you? You weren't cocky, just aware of yourself. And who you are is someone people are drawn to, someone who doesn't need to ask for the room's attention because you just always have it. You're someone people want--people desire.
Except him.
"What's his name?" You ask Kaitlyn when you return, your eyes not leaving the man at the end of the bar.
Kaitlyn barely glances at you, focused on creating the fruity cocktail a gaggle of already-drunk girls ordered moments ago. "He won't fall for it."
And you took that as a challenge.
You brought him his drinks. You lingered by his end of the bar. You barely acknowledged the numerous other men asking for your attention at the bar. Hell, you even made a noise of excitement when the team he was rooting for scored, even though you don't have a single fucking clue what football was about.
All for him to not even glance your way.
And when the game finally ended, and he stood up to leave, you thought he'd finally look your way. Except he didn't.
"Have a good night, Kait," he mutters, raising his hand for a goodbye as he stalks out of the bar.
And once he's out of the door, Kaitlyn is laughing. It's no little chuckle either; she's gripping the wood of the bar as she doubles over with laughter. Laughter directed at you. Because for the first time since she's known you, you've lost your own game.
"I'm going outside for a smoke," you huff, pushing past her laughing figure.
The cool night air welcomes you as you slump against the brick wall of the bar's back alley. Plucking the cigarette from the pack tucked into your pocket, you place it between your lips just as the sound of a raised voice reaches your ears. Ignoring the voice, you light the cigarette, letting out a sigh of relief as the familiar warmth encompasses you.
"No-No! I said no, damnnit, stop fuckin' asking." He steps into the alley you're in, one hand holding a phone to his ear with the other thrown in the air. "I told you I don't want those guys working with us; what part of that don't you understand?"
And for the first time that night, you were seen by the man who sat at the bar. His eyes locked with yours as you smoked your cigarette before quickly darting away.
"No--Look, Tommy, I gotta go." And his phone is promptly shoved into his pocket. His hand goes up to run through his hair, a gesture you watch with rampant interest despite your defeat.
Then his eyes are locked with yours again, reminding you that he hadn't forgotten your presence. Then he speaks. "Those kill, y'know."
You can't believe it. All the effort of tonight to get this man to speak to you just to get radio silence, but one little cigarette hanging from your lips has got him talking.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you scoff, pushing off the wall to stand straight. His eyebrows raise as you approach him, your unoccupied coming up to poke at his chest. "Now you wanna talk to me?"
His look of confusion only further angers you. You throw the cigarette down to the ground, stomping it out with the heel of your shoe.
"Don't give me that look." His eyebrows raise at your words. "You may be an older man, but you're not clueless. You can't tell me you haven't noticed my advances the whole night."
"Advances?" He questions.
You feel your cheeks heating with frustration. "You think I give all men the treatment I gave you?" When he doesn't respond, you continue. "I was at your beck and call. I pretended to give a shit about football. I even pulled my top down a little to give you an extra eyeful just for you to not even take a glance!"
You could feel the burn of his eyes darting down to your chest, but that didn't stop you. "You think I did all that because I wanted to be a good bartender for you? I made it so obvious I wanted to fuck you!"
And there it was.
As soon as the words left your lips, you knew there was no going back. There were only two ways this could go. Either he'd laugh in your face for daring to be bold enough when he's so clearly already rejected you, or he really is a clueless man who needed to have it spelled out for him.
Judging by the amusement in his eyes, you were beginning to lean toward the first one.
Then he chuckles, those amused eyes trailing down the length of your body and slowly trailing back up. "Relax. I noticed your efforts."
Still, you glared up at him. "Oh yeah?"
"It's like you said, I'm an older man, but I'm not clueless." His large hand comes up to tuck some of your hair behind your shoulder. "But I've gotta wonder why a girl like you wants to fuck someone like me?"
"Don't think you could handle me, old man?"
The sting of your back slamming against the brick wall was barely registered; the breath knocked out of you as his hard body pressed to yours. His hands cradled your head, angling it upward to look him in his eyes. Your lips curled up into a smile, the anticipation of what was coming next exciting you.
A shiver runs down your spine as his left-hand slides down, resting on your neck. His thumb presses against your pulse, feeling the rapid thumps of your heart. His gaze is heated, eyes darting between yours in search of any signs of hesitation.
“Joel,” he introduces himself, hand knotting itself in your hair. “Remember that name, princess.”
Your next words died on your tongue as they were smothered by Joel’s lips. Arms looped around his neck, and you pushed yourself up to your toes to keep your body pressed against his. His tongue delves into your mouth, swallowing your moans before they can reach the surface.
The hand knotted in your hair gives a harsh pull, your lips detaching with a gasp. Joel gives you no time to recover, his lips trailing down the length of your neck before settling on your shoulder. His hands tuck themselves beneath the straps of your top, shoving them down until your breasts spill out.
The breeze that passes through the alley makes you all too aware of your setting. Sure, the two of you are tucked into a dark corner, but anyone could pass and see you if they look hard enough.
Joel’s deep chuckle tore you out of your thoughts, and you gasped at the feel of his cold hands cupping your breasts. “Thought you wanted to show them off,” he teases. “Don’t go shy on me now.”
Every part of you is buzzing as Joel’s head drops to your chest, lathering your exposed breasts with open-mouthed kisses. Small whines escape you as his hands roam down the length of your body until he can grope at the flesh of your ass.
And you can’t help but thank whatever being is in the sky for your decision to wear a skirt today because it gives Joel easy access to where you need him most. A high-pitched whine leaves your lips as his knee slots between your legs, the rough feel of his denim pants against your most sensitive area feeling like heaven.
“Keep quiet, princess,” he breathes into your ear, his hands guiding your hips to grind against his leg. “Don’t want everyone knowin’ what a slut you are, right?”
You cry out when he steps away from you, but he isn’t gone long, those hands that grip your hips leading you to turn around. Your hands slam against the brick wall, cheek pressing to the cold surface as Joel kicks your legs apart.
“What a pretty sight this is,” Joel mumbles as he shoves your skirt up, revealing your racy panties, and the wet spot that had formed there. “All this just for me?”
“All for you, Joel,” you say breathily. You glance over your shoulder at him, giving your hips a little shake when you see his eyes are locked on your ass. Joel’s eyes snap up to yours, then a smirk on his lips as he releases you to work on his pants.
You lurch forward with a moan as he plunges forward, his cock filling you all at once. Joel’s fingers are digging into your hips, leaving marks that are sure to remind you of this night for days to come. Just the thought of remnants of him on your skin has you clenching around his shaft, causing Joel to let out a grown of his own.
A hybrid of a cry and a moan fall from your lips as Joel rears his hips back before quickly slamming forward, his balls nestled against your clit. The sounds that escape you with each thrust of his hips are obscene, the wet squelch of your connected bodies sure to draw the attention of any passerby.
“Now, who can’t handle who, princess?” His hand cracks down on your ass with a harsh smack, the sharp pain sending waves of pleasure through you. “Should have fucked you in the bar like you wanted. Let all your little lapdogs see you bent over like a whore for me.”
You moan out loudly, no longer caring if anybody hears the two of you.
“Now cum on my cock,” he grunts, hips stuttering. “Cum on my cock, princess.”
His hands are guiding your hips back into him, his balls slapping your ass with each thrust. You could feel the familiar swell of heat consuming you, your walls tightening around him as you grew closer to your orgasm. Joel’s hand leaves your hip to come up to your face, his hand slamming over your mouth to muffle the increasingly loud moans that leave your lips.
Then it hits you. You cry into Joel’s hand as euphoria washes over your body, all the while his cock continues to piston in and out of you. You’re weeping into his hand as he chases his high, his hips slamming into yours with renewed fervor.
Joel quickly pulls out of you just as something warm splatters on your lower back. “Fuck,” he groans loudly, the hand on your mouth falling limp at his side.
A silence settles between the two of you as you fight to catch your breath while Joel tucks himself back into his jeans.
But once you do, you find yourself smiling. “I think we kept up just fine,” you begin, and Joel glances your way. “Maybe we should try this again.”
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