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Junebug (You/Joel Miller)

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A/n: Hey sorry this was promised literal months ago but i've been dealing with some health problems! hope this is good lol Here's a moodboard for this fic! Thanks @scp116 being my first beta!! Feedback appreciated ❤️

Warnings: 18+ smut do not interact if not 18+ dbf!joel, neighbor!joel, smoking, drinking, home invasion (no one gets hurt except intruder), oral, penis in vagina sex, afab!you, daddy kink, age difference, unsafe sex, jealous tess, no apocalypse au

Summary: Tumblr user @blossom862 asked: "Hello! Could you do a one-shot were reader thinks Joel and Tess are an item, but it turns out Joel is interested in her? " so this is what I came up with lol

No apocalypse AU where Joel is your next-door neighbor and co-owns a construction company with Tess and they have a situationship. Sarah is away at school and you're home for the summer while your parents are away on vacation and you're 25. Joel invites you to work on a construction project with him and things only get steamier from there!!

You’re home from college for the summer, alone at your parents’ house. They’re on their anniversary vacation to Florida that they (rudely) didn’t invite you to. They escaped the Texan heat – for what? The Floridian humidity? Fuck that. You’re better off in the dry heat of your home state, you think.

It’s late at night. Three a.m. to be exact according to your clock. You can’t sleep. Got a bad case of insomnia. You look out your window that faces the side of the Miller household. God, you haven’t really thought about the Millers much since you went off to school. Sarah is only a few years younger than you, interning at the University of Texas in a bio lab over the summer. You used to spend a lot of time together as kids – hell, you even carpooled to school together. She was kind of like the little sister you never had.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open and none other than Tess Servopoulos stepping out onto the porch followed by Joel Miller. This makes sense considering the two co-own a construction company together, but why is she here so late? Then you see Tess kiss Mr. Miller on the lips ( not the cheek) and wave goodbye. She hops into her truck, ‘Servopoulos & Miller Construction’ written on the side. Everyone always assumed the two were dating, but you’ve never seen evidence of it until now. You watch as Mr. Miller waves back then touches his mouth absentmindedly and smiles ever so slightly. That makes you smile, seeing such a rare sight on his serious, handsome face. What? He is handsome. You can’t deny that. He closes the front door gently and disappears back into the house.

You frown, feeling late-night-loneliness creep back in. You consider going into the garden to smoke – what your parents don’t know won’t hurt them. You walk into the backyard that is shared with the Millers and take out your lighter and a cigarette. What can you say? It’s a habit you picked up in college. You’re not proud of it, but it is what it is. Then you hear the Millers’ back door open and Mr. Miller walks out, holding a tumbler full of what you assume is whiskey. He’s wearing a white undershirt and jeans that leave very little to the imagination.

“Well, if it isn’t Junebug,” he smirks, an eyebrow raised, looking surprised to see you. “Smoking a goddamn cigarette no less.”

Ugh, you can’t believe he still calls you that! It’s so embarrassing! He’s called you that ever since the day your family moved in when you were five and you’d had three June bugs land on your shirt at the same time. You’d been playing with a tiny Sarah and Mr. Miller had asked you your name, but you had refused to tell him because he was so big and intimidating. So Mr. Miller, in signature Mr. Miller fashion, had given up the inquiry and simply landed on ‘Junebug.’

“Hey, Mr. Miller. You know you don’t have to call me that anymore, right?” you ask.

“Why? ‘Cause you’re all grown up now?” he smirks, sitting down at the deck table. “You can’t let an old man have his sentiments?”

“You’re not that old,” you reply, smirking yourself, blowing a long line of smoke into the air.

“You flatter me, darlin’,” he tells you dryly.

For some reason, your cheeks go pink at the pet name. What the fuck? This is just Mr. Miller, you think to yourself a little urgently.

“But, Junebug, if you’re such a big girl then why go on calling me ‘Mr. Miller?’” he continues, quirking his lips up. “It’s sweet, but just ‘Joel’ is fine.”

“Okay, just Joel,” you try the name out on your tongue, wanting to sound as grown up as possible.

“Any word from your parents?”

“Yeah, they’re having the time of their life it seems,”

“Won’t be back until August, right?”

“Yup.”

“Well, I suppose, if you get lonely, you–well, you can always give me a knock.”

“Thanks, Mr. Mill–I mean– Joel .”

He smiles at that. Almost the same way he did when he was touching his lips after his kiss with Tess.

“You can come sit, you know.” he offers, unceremoniously giving the deckchair next to him a shove with his foot.

You chuckle.

“Sure, as long as you don’t tell my parents I’m smoking.”

You walk over and sit in the chair next to him and suddenly feel self-conscious. You’re only in a tank top and sleep shorts. But this is just Mr. Mill–you mean– Joel . You’re not on this man’s radar and even if you somehow were, he has Tess. You talk for a while about what Sarah’s up to, how you both miss her, how smart she is.

“Whatchya doin’ all summer then?” he questions.

“Babysitting mostly, but I’m looking for some kind of project to keep me busy so if you have any ideas, let me know. How about yourself?”

“Just workin’ for the most part.”

Then you get an idea.

“Hey, how’s Tess?” you ask, winking.

“How the fuck you know about me ‘n Tess?” he asks incredulously, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Saw her kiss you before she left just now. But everyone thinks you’re together anyway.”

“Oh, so we’ve got a peeping tom on our hands now?” he frowns. “And the goddamn town gossip?”

“It was an honest accident! I am not a goddamn peeping tom!” you giggle. “Can’t say I don’t gossip though.”

Joel’s eyes lighten up.

“Nah, of course you’re not a peeping tom. Not a good girl like you. I like to stay out of people’s business, but to tell the truth, I do like to know what’s going on around me most of the time so I can’t say I never talk about people when they aren’t there. Tell you what though, if you need a project and don’t mind working with your hands, as an anniversary present to your parents I was thinking about putting up that fence between our backyards your dad’s always talked about. It shouldn’t be too much work if you give me a hand. I’ll walk you through it of course.”

Your heart flutters for some reason. You don’t know the first thing about construction, but working on a project with Joel doesn’t sound half-bad.

“Okay,” you nod. “Sounds good to me. When do we start?”

“I’ll have some time next week,” he replies, his big brown eyes twinkling.

You yawn and Joel grins knowingly.

“Now you go get some sleep, Junebug. I don’t like you up at all hours of the night.”

He looks at you with some concern. For some reason, you don’t really want to go, but you have to admit you are beginning to feel tired.

“Alright. Goodnight, Joel-not-Mr-Miller.”

“G’night, Junebug,” he replies with a warm smile.

***

You dream about Joel. His hands, his broad torso, the scruff of his beard, and a field full of flowers. June bugs float lazily above your head, the whole scene surrounded by a white picket fence.

You wake up aching .

***

A week rolls by. You’ve seen Tess over at Joel’s twice late at night. Something about that makes your stomach turn. You wrangle Tommy and Maria’s four-year-old son – your latest babysitting job. He’s mostly well-behaved but puts up quite a fight at bedtime.

It’s Sunday evening. You just finished watching Tommy Jr. You reach out to unlock your front door.

“Junebug!” A deep voice rumbles.

You jump and turn around to see Joel through the window of his dark blue pickup truck. He looks good. His hair is slicked back and the plaid shirt he’s wearing stretches tight across his chest.

“Jesus, Mr. Miller! Scared me half to death.”

“Joel will do, sweetheart,” he grins, clearly amused that he scared you. “Thought you might wanna get started on our little project for your old man. That sound okay?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you swallow, for some reason a little nervous.

“Meet me in the backyard.”

***

You expect to see Joel with planks of wood and hammers and nails, but instead, he’s sitting at the back table with paper, a pencil, and a measuring tape.

“Lesson one, Junebug. Planning,” he says to your confused expression.

“I knew that,” you say with little conviction.

Duh, you’re so dumb! Of course you have to plan! Joel chuckles and sketches out the parameters of the backyard with an expert hand. His lines are so straight!

“Measure for me?” he asks in his deep southern drawl.

“‘Course,” you tell him, but privately you think you might do anything he ever asked if he asks it of you in that same deep, gravelly voice.

ARE YOU FALLING FOR MR. FUCKING MILLER ? You wonder. What is wrong with you? He’s like practically your uncle or something. He is a DILF though. But, like, he’s…taken? And you’re half his age! You tell yourself you need to go home and masturbate or something.

You measure the garden, telling Joel the numbers.

“What kinda fence is it gonna be anyways?” you ask, thinking of your dream.

“I was thinkin’ white picket,” Joel smirks. “Your daddy will sure like that. Unless you have an objection?”

Can this man read your mind? A small part of you wonders if you shared that dream the other night.

“No, sir,” you shake your head absentmindedly.

Joel’s posture straightens ever so slightly when you say that. Interesting.

“How do you get your goddamn lines so straight?” you ask in frustration, examining the plans. “It’s kinda creepy. Like some psychopath shit.”

“All in the wrist, kiddo.”

He leans over you, so close you can feel the heat of his massive body and muscular arm towering over you. He puts the pencil in your hand, dwarfing the little utensil in his large fingers, and holds on to the back tip near the eraser and drags the pencil across the paper in a perfect straight line.

“You’ve definitely killed someone,” you murmur. “That’s insane.”

“I’d tell ya, but then I’d have to kill ya,” Joel winks.

It’s a ‘dad wink,’ but for some reason, your brain reads it as a sultry one.

Get a grip! You think. But what comes next makes it all worse:

“Guess I’m just good with my hands,” he murmurs somewhere near your ear.

Okay, you definitely shiver. And he’s still sloped above you, inches from touching your body.

“You cold, Junebug? You’re shaking,” he asks suddenly, concerned.

Why won’t he move?

This is too much! Time to abort.

“I’m alright,” you say, getting up, accidentally bumping into the absolute hulk of a man, catching a whiff of his scent—old spice and fresh-cut wood. His body is so warm, Fuck. You don’t want to move away, but you do. “Sorry. I think I ought to be going and getting some dinner, but maybe we can do some more tomorrow?”

“Think I could make some time,” he says with a satisfied smile. He looks you over with an appraising glance. “Wear some clothes you don’t mind getting dirty.”

***

The next day is a real scorcher, well over 100 degrees. You meet Joel in the afternoon since that’s when you both have time and it’s so hot you’re sure an egg would fry on the pavement. The sun beats down on the two of you as you carry wooden planks from Joel’s truck to the yard. By the time you’re ready to hammer in the first post, you’re both sweating and panting up a storm.

“Just a second,” Joel tells you and turns toward the house to get something.

You look around and see Joel bending down towards the garden hose. He turns on the tap and takes a sip from the end of the spout.

“Gross,” you tell him. “Can’t you just go inside and get us some water?”

“What are you? A goddamn princess?” he snorts. “But you know what? I sure can do this!” he lets you know with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

And with that, he’s taking the hose, blocking part of the end with his finger, and spraying water all over you!

“Joel!” you giggle hysterically, now soaked as the drops of water sprinkle through the air and drench you, making a rainbow appear.

“Admit it, it feels good, don’t it?” he smirks smugly.

“You know what,” you say. “Can I actually take a drink? I’m super thirsty.”

“Knew I could make you come around!”

You walk forward, dripping, rolling your eyes, and take the hose from his large hands. You make like you’re going to take a drink, but at the last second, you cover the end of the hose and spray Joel right back!

“You little shit!” he shouts gleefully, his head and chest fully soaked.

He shoves you playfully and you laugh, leaning your head back.

When you straighten up, you look down and realize you’re only wearing a thin cotton tank top and it’s mostly see-through from the water. Shit! Can Joel see your bra? He doesn’t appear to have noticed though and suddenly he’s bending over and pulling off his soaked light-gray t-shirt. He shakes his head like a dog so that some of the water from his hair splashes on you.

“Asshole,” you tell him, but you’re already staring at the lines of his broad, muscular torso.

Oh, wow, he looks good. Like really good. Like really, really good for a dad his age or anyone come to think of it.

Not for the first time you’re jealous of Tess Servopoulos. It’s weird to admit it to yourself because it’s still Mr. Miller you’re thinking about, but it’s true nonetheless. You want desperately to reach out and touch his hairy chest, to feel the crash of his lips against yours. You subconsciously squeeze your legs together as heat rushes between your thighs. You’re down bad it seems. You feel butterflies and maybe a few June bugs swarming around inside you.

“Let’s take a break,” Joel suggests. “It’s too damn hot out here. Why don’t we go inside and watch some TV or something for a while ‘till it gets less light out? Unless you’d rather go home? And stay in that big, old lonely house all by your lonesome?”

He bats his big brown, puppy-dog eyes at you.

You’re pretty exhausted, but the idea of hanging out with Joel is very appealing.

“I guess I could stay,” you say like it’s no big deal.

Joel grins.

***

You enter the living room through the sliding back door.

“Let me get us new shirts, sweetheart,” he says, looking you over.

You think you see his eyes hover over your chest for a second, but his gaze is gone as soon as it comes. Such a gentleman.

“And some filtered water perhaps?” you ask hopefully.

“And some filtered water for the princess,” he nods, smirking.

You take one last look at his shirtless torso and chest and sigh softly. Then he’s turning his muscular back to you and going to get the clothes and you stare at that too. Oh boy.

He returns wearing a white cotton undershirt, holding a red t-shirt with the logo of a bar on it for you. You silently thank whatever deity will take you that he gave you one of his shirts and not one of Sarah’s.

“Turn around,” you command.

Joel does and you put on the new shirt and sit down on the living room couch.

It smells like him.

“Wanna watch the game?” he asks.

You have no idea which one “the game” is referring to, but you nod.

He goes into the kitchen and gets some water, returns with two full glasses (yours with ice how you’ve always liked it. Somehow he remembers – maybe from a playdate with Sarah eons ago.) He turns the TV on.

“Thanks.”

Turns out “the game” is baseball.

He sits down right next to you. He could have sat on the other end of the couch and given you more space, but he didn’t. Your leg is almost touching his. You try to control your breathing. He drapes his big arm over the back of the couch behind you.

“Rangers are winning,” he nods, eyeing the screen. “That’s good news, ain’t it, Junebug?”

“Brilliant!” you reply, yawning.

“Not much of a baseball fan, are ya sweetheart?” he observes.

“Nah, don’t even get how to play really,” you admit. “Like I know you’re supposed to hit the ball and run around the bases and all that, but that’s kinda the extent of my knowledge.”

“Really? Your daddy never taught ya?” he questions.

“‘Fraid not.”

“Wanna learn?” he asks, still eyeing the TV. “I can teach ya.”

“Okay,” you agree.

Joel proceeds to outline the rules of baseball for you and explain how each position works. You nod along, but you’re barely listening to the content of his words. You focus more on the rhythmic sounds of his voice and the light of passion in his eyes. When he looks straight at you, your heart flutters. God, you are fucked .

You’re so tired from all the babysitting you did this morning and manual labor that soon you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Your cheek lands on something hard and solid. It’s also warm, and moves up and down to a steady beat and smells like old-spice. You think you hear a chuckle and feel someone cover you with a soft blanket, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, but you’re not sure if it’s real or not. You hope it is though. You feel yourself slipping downward, your head landing onto a muscular denim-clad thigh.

And you think that maybe, just maybe, you hear someone with a deep southern accent murmur,

“Shit, Junebug. You’re gonna be the goddamn death of me…”

***

You sleep for a while, you don’t know how long. You awake to a new voice but don’t open your eyes. You feel so comfortable you don’t want it to end. You snuggle closer into Joel’s lap.

“What the fuck is this, Joel?” Someone new is inquiring.

It sounds a lot like…

“Shh, Tess, you’ll wake up Junebug,” Joel replies in a low voice. “Let her sleep. I made her do a lot of hard work in this damn heat and I think she might be dehydrated.”

You feel him sweep some hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear.

“Who the fuck is ‘Junebug?’ Are you talking about Y/N?” Tess snarls. “Why the fuck is she sleeping in your lap , Joel?”

“She jus’ fell asleep on me that’s all. Calm the hell down, Tess. I’ve known Y/N her whole life. She’s Sarah’s friend.”

“You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with someone who’s supposed to be ‘Sarah’s friend,’” Tess snaps, accusatory.

“Her parents are gone for the whole summer,” Joel counters in a whisper-hiss. “I was just worried she’d be lonely ‘n all. Gave her a project to help me with.”

“She’s not a little kid, Joel. She’s damn near 25 from what I recall. She doesn’t need to be looked after and babied.”

For a moment, Joel is silent and you’re afraid he will realize she’s right and make you go home so they can fuck or whatever it is they do in their free time. But then he says so quietly you barely hear it,

“What? Are you jealous?”

“Fuck you, Joel!” Tess growls. “Fuck. You. You can suck your own dick for all I care. See

you Monday. Have fun with some little girl young enough to be your own fucking daughter.”

“Get out of my house, Tess,” Joel says dangerously.

“Was already on my way.”

And with that, you hear receding, stomping footsteps and the distant slam of the front door. You feel a huge hand rubbing your back protectively. You drift back off to sleep.

***

When you wake up, it’s pitch black out. You wonder how many hours you’ve been asleep. You can’t believe Joel just let you sleep on him like that for so long! You sit up.

“Good morning, Junebug,” Joel says sleepily like he might have just woken up too.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Joel,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes. “I just passed out on ya like that.”

“‘S okay, babygirl. I fell asleep too. Didn’t wanna wake ya. Think I made ya work too hard. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It was a lot, but I like working with you, Joel,” you tell him honestly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Guess my explanation of baseball wasn’t too invigorating,” he chuckles.

You giggle.

“Guess not. Never was much of a sports gal. Sarah was always the one playing soccer! I remember you always used to be there at all of her games, rain or shine. It was very sweet.”

Joel’s cheeks turn a bit pink.

“Can’t believe you even noticed that. ‘Course I gotta show up for my girl. Miss her something awful.”

“Is that why you’re hanging out with me, Joel? ‘Cuz you miss Sarah?” you ask, genuinely curious.

For a moment, Joel is quiet.

“Nah, I just like you, Junebug. Always have, but you’ve grown up into a great young woman lately.”

“Oh,” you reply, not having expected that. “Thanks, Joel. You’re a great guy too. I mean that…Tess is lucky to have you.”

“Think me and her are on a break right now as a matter of fact,” Joel observes like it doesn’t bother him too much.

You decide to pretend you didn’t overhear their conversation. You begin to panic at the way Joel is looking at you. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“Well, I guess I oughta get going,” you say stupidly, eyeing the front door.

“You could stay in the guest room,” Joel blurts suddenly like he isn’t quite sure of himself.

“Huh?”

“I mean if you don’t want to go back to that big house all by yourself. I don’t like thinking of ya in there all on your own. You know the Jacobsens had their garage broken into this week?”

In the distance, you hear the crackle of thunder, and rain begins to pour from the sky. Is this a sign from God?

“And so you don’t have to go back in the rain,” Joel adds, looking very pleased that he thought of another reason to have you stay.

“Oh, okay. Sure,” you answer.

What do you have to lose? Your house is practically thirty feet away, but if Joel wants you here that must mean something, right?

“Yeah,” Joel nods, almost like he’s convincing himself. “Let me get ya set up.”

***

This is so fucking weird. You’re sitting in the guest bedroom which is down the hall from Joel’s and Sarah’s bedrooms. You’re wearing nothing but Joel’s shirt (which is big enough to be a dress on you) and your cotton underwear. And yet he hasn’t made a move on you at all. He’s been a perfect gentleman. Maybe he doesn’t even want you the way you thought he might. Maybe he really just does think of you as Sarah’s little friend who needs looking out for. He left you towels and a glass of water with ice. You showered in the connected bathroom, but now you’re trying to fall asleep and can’t. Thunder booms in the sky and a flash of lightning fractures your view of the window.

Then, suddenly, you hear something downstairs. You think it’s Joel. Maybe you can go talk to him and figure out this weird tension between the two of you.

You creep down the stairs and hear some rummaging in the kitchen. Late-night snack? You wonder. Then you come into view of the kitchen and see a man wearing all black and a ski mask standing in the kitchen. That is not Joel at all. Then the man turns his head and sees you.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growls. “Don’t say a fucking word or I’ll kill you.”

He pulls a knife out of his pocket.

Oh, shit.

You raise your hands slowly.

“I don’t w-want any trouble,” you nod.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” the robber says. “You live next door, don’t you? I did my fucking research. You fucking the old man? That why you’re here?” he smirks.

“No,” you say stupidly.

“Why you in his shirt then? Nah, old man probably can’t even get it up. You are cute though…”

“I-I can get you some jewelry,” you try a little frantically. “From my friend’s room. Then you can be on your way. Never saw your face or anything so there’s no reason for anyone to get hurt, right? Or Joel can give you some cash or something, okay?”

“Old man ain’t here, I know better. Nice try though. I know he went to his lady friend’s place. Always does on Friday nights. So what are you, house-sitting?”

“What?” you stammer, confused. “No, he’s here. I swear. He’ll notice I’m gone any second.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

“I’m serious!” you try frantically. “Joel!”

There’s no response. What if he’s in a deep sleep?

“I told you to shut your damn mouth,” the robber growls. “C’mere, dollface. Maybe we can have some fun. That don’t sound so bad, does it?”

“In your fucking dreams,” you growl.

Then you see Joel sneaking behind the sliding glass door, coming from outside the house, trudging through the rain. He’s wearing pajama pants and an undershirt and holding a rifle and is soaked to the bone. He gestures to you not to make a sound by putting a finger to his lips. He looks livid. When the lightning strikes, you see the bright outline of his entire ferocious face.

Then you see them glint in the light of the lightning strike. You lunge forward and grab a pair of scissors that are sitting on the kitchen counter, thinking this is the perfect way to keep the man’s attention on you.

“Put those down, you little slut,” the man sneers. “You’re just gonna get yourself hurt. If you put those down and behave, maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

“Gonna have to kill me first,” you challenge, sticking the scissors out in front of you, and you mean it.

Then, in one quick motion, Joel opens the back door and presses the butt of the rifle to the intruder’s head.

The intruder freezes.

“Drop your fucking knife, you sick little animal,” Joel growls, his voice so foul and low you almost miss it. “You so much as look at my girl over there I’ll fucking blow your brains out.”

Did he just refer to you as ‘my girl’?

The man drops his knife.

“I told you he was here, you fucking idiot,” you smirk.

“So you are fucking,” the man says triumphantly. “Fucking knew you were a goddamn little whore who’d open her legs for anyone–oof–”

Suddenly, Joel is hitting the man in the head with the butt of the rifle so hard, he crumples to the ground and passes out.

“Oops,” Joel shrugs insincerely. “You okay, Junebug? He didn’t…”

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks for saving me.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Joel babbles.

“Hey, you have nothing to apologize for! You saved my fucking life!” you try to reassure him.

“Let’s call the police,” Joel concludes grimly.

***

By the time the cops show up, take the man away, and clear the building, you and Joel are exhausted. Turns out the guy had been the one to rob the Jacobsens’ down the road and had a history of attempted sexual assault. If he had come to your house while you were all alone, who knows what that creep would have done to you? Finally, after what feels like hours, the cops leave and you’re left alone with Joel.

“D-do you wanna go home?” Joel asks. “I mean I’m so sorry, Junebug. I’d understand if you don’t feel safe here anymore.”

“I feel safer when I’m with you,” you tell him. “Don’t you get that? You saved my fucking life, Joel. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Saw you with those scissors,” he smirks. “Reckon you woulda given that sicko a run for his money.”

You smile.

Then thunder crashes outside so loudly you jump a little.

“Hey, c’mere,” he says gently, pulling you in for a hug. “You’re alright, babygirl. I got ya. Never gonna let anything happen to ya, understand?”

“Thanks, Joel,” you whisper.

Then you’re leaning upwards and planting a soft kiss on Joel’s warm lips. Joel groans, closes his eyes, and bites down on your bottom lip tenderly but possessively. You moan softly, your thighs clenching.

But then he pulls away and every part of you is screaming, ‘no!’

“Y/N,” he stammers, breaking the kiss. “Baby, we can’t. I’m too old for ya, sweetheart. You’re just shaken up ‘n all. Don’t wanna hurt you. I–”

“I want you, Joel,” you insist. “Think about you all the time. I don’t care how old you are.”

“Baby, someone just almost did unspeakable things to ya. I don’t think you’re thinking straight.”

“I know what I want, Joel,” you tell him. “And I think you do too.”

Joel is silent for a moment.

“How about this?” he offers. “Why don’t you stay the night? If you still feel the same way in the light of day, we’ll talk about it.”

“Okay,” you give in.

Thunder cracks loudly. You jump again.

“You can say no and all, but can I bunk with you?” you whine.

“Sure, Junebug,” Joel says kindly like it’s against his better judgment. “Whatever makes you feel safe.”

You climb the stairs to Joel’s room, his warm hand in yours. You’ve only been in there a handful of times, playing hide and seek with Sarah back in the day. You enter his sacred space and climb into bed next to him, you on the left side of the bed and him on the right.

“Joel,” you ask into the darkness. “Can you hold me?”

“Not sure that’s such a good idea, babygirl,” he murmurs softly, though he sounds like he wants to.

You deflate a little.

“Please, Joel?” you try. “Nothing you could ever do would make me uncomfortable. You know that, right?”

For a moment he is silent, then:

“You know what? What the hell,” he shrugs. “How in God’s name am I supposed to say no to an offer like that?”

He grabs you with his huge, hairy hands, turns you on your side, and pulls you to his chest, his crotch lining up with your ass, and holds you tightly, possessively. You feel a bulge start to grow there and you whine softly.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers in your ear, in his deep, husky voice. “Better than I dreamed about.”

He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your throat and you practically swoon.

“Can I touch you, Daddy?” you whimper softly.

You know it’s sort of a fucked up thing to call him, and depending on how you look at it, kinda a fucked up thing to ask, but you can’t help it. You’re positively putty in his hands and drenched between your thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans in your ear, his cock hardening to its full size. You’re so wet you can barely breathe. “You’re so sweet, babygirl, but not tonight. We’re both exhausted and high on adrenaline. Like I said, you feel this way in the morning, we can talk, alright?”

“Okay,” you whine in exhausted defeat. “G’night, Joel.”

“Good night, sweet thing,” he replies, still holding you tight.

And despite the night’s events, you have never felt more safe and comfortable in your life.

***

The next morning you wake up with Joel tangled around you, his warm body pressed firmly to yours, his morning wood greeting the curve of your ass. He smells so good you just bask in the feeling. Even if he rejects you today, you will have at least experienced this and this is as close to heaven as you think you’ve ever been.

Then he stirs.

“G’morning, beautiful,” he murmurs in your ear.

You shiver.

“Rise and shine, handsome,” you say like this is completely normal and you’re already an established couple living out a normal day in the life.

He squeezes you tightly and kisses the inside of your neck and you melt into him, practically a puddle of a human being.

You turn to face him.

“Joel,” you whisper. “Hey, Joel, can I kiss you?”

He laughs, his entire face crinkling.

“Are you sure you wanna waste your time with an old geezer like me?” he chuckles.

“You aren’t that old,” you giggle, placing your hand on his stubbly cheek. “Plus, I don’t ever feel like I’m wasting my time when I’m with you. I mean that.”

“You flatter me, darlin’,” he smirks.

“Nah, I mean it.”

And you lean in and kiss him to prove your point.

He kisses you back hungrily, positively devouring you, and you whine softly into his large mouth as he sucks your tongue. It feels so good you’re getting damp between your legs.

“ Joel, ” you whine when you break for air.

He snorts against your cheek.

“All that for a little kiss?” he grins smugly. “Damn, babygirl. But thought you had another name you called me?”

“Daddy, ” you whine, rutting against his thigh. “Can you please touch me? ‘M so wet for you…”

“Jesus,” Joel curses. “‘How could I say no to that? Course I’ll touch you, baby. Whatever you need Daddy will give ya, alright?”

He reaches a large hand under his red shirt and beneath your cotton underwear. You moan as his big, rough fingers trail down your tummy to meet your pussy and he begins to rub against you.

“Shit, you’re so goddamn wet,” he groans. “Oh, sweetheart. Wanted to touch you so goddamn bad you have no fucking idea, strutting around in those cute little outfits of yours.”

“Um, what about you walking around with no shirt, mister? How was I supposed to resist you then?” you ask, giggling as he rubs circles around your cunt, purposefully avoiding your clit to tease you.

“Gonna fucking wreck you, baby,” he murmurs, reaching a hand down to palm his cock over his pajama pants.

He circles around your clit and you whine in frustration.

“Touch me for real, Daddy, please,” you whimper, trying to rut into his fingers so that they touch your clit. “‘M dying over here.”

“Not so fast, angel,” he smirks, reaching for himself under the band of his pants. “Gonna cum on my fingers first. And then, if you’re a good girl for me, Daddy will eat your little pussy ‘till all you see is stars.”

“ Fuck,” you moan. “Please, Joel, I want that.”

He chuckles smugly and reaches down to stick one of his large fingers inside of you. You groan at the intrusion. It hurts a tiny bit at first because his finger is so damn big – especially compared to one of yours – but soon he curls his finger and hits that sweet spot inside of you and you cry out as pleasure swims behind your eyes.

He leans in and bites your bottom lip and then kisses you roughly as he works another finger inside your cunt. You moan deliciously.

He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out, curling them deep inside you, pounding against your walls. It feels so good tears are collecting in your eyes.

“Look at your greedy little cunt, eating up my fingers so nicely for Daddy,” he slurs somewhere near your ear.

He adds a third finger and you cry out loudly.

“Daddy,” you whine desperately. “Please touch my clit. Need it to be able to cum, okay? Please.”

“Don’t think that’s true, baby – can feel you tightening around me so nicely.”

“Fuck, it’s so much, Joel,” you moan, your cheeks flushing.

“Too much, babygirl?” he asks very seriously. “‘Cause I can stop any time you need.”

“No, don’t stop!” you whine in desperation. “Harder, Daddy, please, holy fuck!”

“Dirty little girl, ain’t ya?” he snickers, fucking his fingers so deep inside you, you keen loudly, squeezing down tightly around his large digits.

“Oh my god!” you scream. “Fuck, Joel, I’m actually gonna cum like this – without you touching my clit!”

“Then cum for me, baby,” he growls, fucking you so hard your brain short-circuits and you cum so intensely you see nothing but white for miles.

Time stops as you orgasm harder than you ever remember cumming in your life.

And then you’re riding out the high against Joel’s hand and leaning back into the pillows of the bed feeling at peace.

“Didn’t think I could do that!” you exclaim gleefully, panting.

“Knew you had it in ya,” Joel chuckles knowingly. “That was beautiful, babygirl. Truly.”

“Okay, my turn,” you insist. “Gimme your cock, Daddy.”

Joel groans with desire and snickers.

“As much as I’d love that, princess, I made a promise to eat your little pussy first, didn’t I? And what kind of man would I be if I went back on my promises?”

“You sure?” you ask. “Because I have no fucking problem sucking your dick!”

He laughs.

“Take off those panties,” he commands, his eyes going a little feral. “Wanna see you properly.”

You do so fast Joel chuckles again. He pushes his shirt up your belly and gets in between your thighs. He kisses your belly button and sucks down the line of where your happy trail would be if you didn’t shave it. It tickles and you whine quietly, arching your hips toward his mouth. His scruff scrapes against your skin, but you like that.

“Daddy,” you whine. “C’mon, quit teasing.”

“Someone’s bossy,” he smirks. “If you’re gonna be so bossy then you might as well tell Daddy what you want.”

“Want you to suck my clit, please!” you babble desperately. “Please, please, please, Daddy! Need it!”

He chuckles.

“With pleasure, angel.”

And then he gets to work sucking and licking over your clit again and again.

You cry out in relief and moan as he picks up the pace.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he tells you. “Cum for Daddy, baby.”

And you do, another orgasm crashing over you powerfully. You scream out his name and then lie still, stroking his graying, brown hair.

“Wow, babygirl.”

“Can I touch you now?” You beg. “Please, Daddy?”

“’Course, honey. How could I refuse you?”

He pulls down his pajama pants, his dick springs free, and it is large . Bigger than you’d even fantasized about, the enormous head is nearly purple. Precum drips from the tip and your mouth waters.

You reach out to stroke him and he groans in a way that’s so sexy you think your brain might explode.

You bend down over him and suck the tip, tasting his salty precum, staring into his big brown eyes the whole time.

“Fuck,” he grunts, not breaking eye contact. “Holy shit, baby, not gonna last if you keep doing that. Wanted to be inside you yesterday anyways. That alright with you?”

“Yes, please,” you whine, pulling your shirt off and Joel swears.

He takes off his shirt too and you stare at the muscular planes of his hairy chest. This must be a crazy sex dream, you think. How can this be real? It’s too perfect – but you’ve never felt more awake in your life.

He buries his head in your tits and starts sucking like he’s starved for them. He licks the shell of your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Prettier than I even thought and I have thought about this a lot .”

“Me too,” you giggle. “Could say the same thing about you, Joel.

“Gonna go inside you now, baby. Not gonna last if we don’t do this now,”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine. “Need you inside me right this instant.”

And with that, Joel sits you on his lap and pulls you down on his cock inch by glorious inch.

“Oh my god!” You whine, squeezing down around him.

He’s so big, it feels so full inside you. And then he begins to move, fucking up into you.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he moans, picking up the pace inside you, his large hands splaying over your back. “Such a perfect girl for me.”

He pounds into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again as you sob in pleasure.

“Gonna cum, Daddy,” you whimper, positively wrecked. “Oh my god. I-I can’t wait anymore. Please can I cum?”

“Of course you can, babygirl. Cum for Daddy,” Joel groans.

And you do, the world spinning around you as pleasure bursts from every inch of you.

Your pussy spasms and grabs him in a vice-grip and he cries out,

“Gonna cum, angel! Fuck!”

“Want you inside me, Daddy,” you whine. “Please cum inside me.”

And that’s all it takes. Joel grunts deeply and is cumming with a growl deep inside you, filling you up with his seed.

Then he’s going soft and you feel him pull out and kiss you on the forehead so gently your toes curl.

“Would an ‘old geezer’ be able to do that to me?” you giggle, kissing him back on the cheek.

Joel’s face goes pink and he smiles contentedly, lying back down, his muscles relaxing, and you get off his thick torso and lie down next to him.

“Glad you enjoyed that, Junebug,” he tells you sincerely, wrapping an arm around you. “I know I did.”

“D’you think…I don’t know…we could do it again, maybe?” you ask, trying to sound as casual as possible like every emotion you’ll ever feel does not hinge on his response, leaning into him and putting a smaller hand on the middle of his bare chest.

“I’d like that,” he nods, giving you a glance, covering your hand with his. “If you’re amenable ‘n all.”

“More than that!” you giggle again, snuggling into him, sighing in relief.

Joel snuggles back.

For a while, it is quiet between the two of you. You appreciate that about Joel: that he doesn’t need to talk every second of the day and that you two can just share silences. It’s always been that way, even as a little kid sitting passenger-side in his pickup when he drove you to school with Sarah babbling away in the backseat all those years ago. The way the two of you can communicate with just a look.

Suddenly, you hear someone opening the front door. This confuses you and Joel too apparently because he sits up and you pull the covers up to your chest. Is this the intruder again? you wonder. Joel must be thinking the same thing because he reaches for the rifle under his bed.

And then you hear a voice,

“Joel? Are you there?”

It’s Tess! Shit! She must have a key.

You don’t know what to do. Should you try to hide? But you’re not doing anything wrong technically…They’re on a break and they may never even have been exclusive to begin with for all you know! Plus, if you get up now with no clothes and Joel’s cum dripping out of you it would be obscene!

You hear footsteps quickly approaching and you look over at Joel who just shrugs, looking slightly panicked.

“I heard your house got broken into!” she exclaims. “Are you okay? I tried calling bu–”

Tess appears in the doorway wearing a tight-fitting magenta momcore button-down and jeans and honestly, you fear for your life a little as her eyes grow dark when she realizes what she’s witnessing.

Joel lowers the rifle.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” she shouts as she takes in the scene of a naked Joel holding a rifle that was pointed at her a moment ago and you clearly naked beneath the sheets. “What the hell is this, Joel? You gonna shoot me now too?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Tess,” Joel says very quietly. “I don’t police your bed. Did I bat a goddamned eye when you got with that girl from the bar? No. Thought you were the goddamn intruder from yesterday. I don’t wanna shoot you!”

“What on God’s green earth are you doing with her , Miller?” Tess snaps incredulously, refusing to even look at you, throwing her hands out in front of her. “I get it, she’s pretty, but she’s a fucking child!”

“I’m actually twenty-five,” you point out, raising your hand slightly, noting that Tess called you pretty with some pride as you happen to think she’s gorgeous (even when she looks like she’s about to murder you).

Joel rolls his eyes and shoots you a look that could only be translated as ‘now is not the time’ while Tess stares at you with daggers.

“This isn’t like you, Joel,” she snarls. “When was the last time you hooked up with someone besides me? Is this a goddamn midlife crisis!?”

“Fuck you, Tess!” he snaps. “Was that girl from the bar a midlife crisis? She was half your age! What was her name? Fucking Meredith? And I was goddamned happy for you.”

For a moment, Tess says nothing, just fumes, her breathing heavy and you actually feel kind of scared for your personal safety. You didn’t know Tess swung both ways. Kind of makes her even hotter in your opinion, but now is not the time for such thoughts.

“Get out,” she finally spits at you. “I need to speak to him privately. My personal life is none of your fucking business. Whatever you think this is,” she motions between you and Joel. “It’s not .”

You and Tess both look over at Joel to see what he’ll do. He’s pulling on his pajama

pants and then he stands up straight, and for a terrible second, you think he might agree with her. But then he starts to actually look angry.

“Y/N doesn’t have to go anywhere. You’re the one that’s not welcome here right now, Tess,” he growls. “I’ll deal with you on Monday. Now get out of my house.”

Tess opens her mouth like she wishes to say more, but then closes it again and shakes her head like it’s not worth it.

“You’ll come around,” she sneers at Joel. “Have fun with Junie B. fucking Jones.”

She storms out, slamming the front door and you wreel a little from being compared to a five-year-old children’s book character.

“Shit. I’m so fucking sorry, Junebug,” Joel tells you, moving to hold the bridge of his nose in his large hand like he’s got a migraine. “She ain’t even my girlfriend or anything. I think she’s just overprotective of me, you know? We go back a long time. She won’t bother you, though, hand to God. Especially if I have anything to do with it. I’ll make her see sense.”

“As long as you still want me and don’t treat me like I’m some dumb kid,” you say a little sorely.

“That’s not how I think about you,” Joel tells you seriously, looking into your eyes. “Never once in my life have I thought of you as dumb in all the time I’ve known ya,” he finishes and you blush a little. “And it’s been a long time.”

He sits back down in the bed and wraps his arm around you again and you let him, leaning into his embrace. He pulls you into a hug and you snuggle into him, wrapping your limbs around his strong body, his scent wafting through your nose. You feel safe like this.

“Care about you, kiddo,” he admits somewhere near your ear, squeezing you tight.

“Me too, Joel,” you tell him honestly.

“Want you too, baby, if you’re not too scared of what just happened. As for thinking of you as young, baby, don’t know how to turn that one off.”

“Gonna take more than that to get rid of me anyway,” you smirk. ”Maybe I can set Tess up with one of my friends?”

Joel chuckles, rubbing his face in his hands.

“Stranger things have happened, Junebug. Should we make some pancakes then me and you, do you think? Get something to eat?”

“Yeah. I think that would be nice,” you respond, leaning in to kiss him.

A/N: Will be one more chapter where they have an angsty threesome lol sorry I can't help it!!!! feedback always helps ❤️

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Made Me Love You

Chapter 1

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing Joel Miller x f reader x Tommy Miller

work count: 4.0

Summary: you’re Tommy Miller’s girlfriend, you’re on vacation with him and Joel. Tommy likes it when you’ve got an audience, Joel prefers being an active participant!

Warnings: PIV, oral (m and f receiving) dirty talk, voyeurism, male masturbation, jealousy, cuckolding, big dicks, bigger dicks, praise kink, cream pies, no use of Y/N, no physics description of reader, fingering, infidelity, size kink, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cum eating, feelings, angst, girlfriend sharing, age gap unspecific everyone is 18+ and consenting, terrible editing, shitty formatting. etc., etc., so on and so forth.

A word from the author: This is a repost! The ol’ bangfest! I don’t know what else can be said.

You and Tommy are very handsy. He’s always got an arm slung around you, a hand on your hip, his fingers laced in yours, his head on your shoulder, or his lips peppering you with kisses. Even in front of family and friends. Most everyone was used to him hanging on you every moment you were together now, if not a little grossed out by the nonstop PDA.

When you were with his brother, Joel, though- he seemed like he was waiting his turn, watching expectantly when Tommy kissed you and squeezed your ass. Following Tommy’s hand with his eyes as it rubbed up and down your thigh on the couch. He never said anything, never touched you, but you got the feeling he might’ve wanted to. If you were honest with yourself, you wanted him to want to. He was gorgeous, charming, funny, friendly, and if the ever present bulge in his pants was any indication, he was hung. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be pinned under him, stuffed full and panting. Sometimes when it was Tommy on top of you, you let your mind transform him into his older brother. It was a dangerous thing to do, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Now, for five days you’d be sharing a hotel room with Tommy and Joel while Tommy had a conference and you had meetings. Joel had free time between projects of his own and came to meet you, insisting that your downtime could be spent relaxing together on the beach, going to dinner, and seeing the sights. His enthusiasm was infectious, and Tommy was adamant that you all share a room for as much time together as possible.

Nothing was planned for the night, you had late meetings and you assumed Tommy and Joel would go out together. You were surprised to walk into the room and see they were both in bed, under the covers, Tommy with a book and Joel scrolling on his phone. They looked like they were in for the night, suitcases open and half unpacked, snacks and cups on the table, tv on the corner tuned to a soccer game with the volume too low to hear. It was nice walking into such casual relaxation. You kissed Tommy hello, then went to the shower, taking your time to wash and condition your hair, shaving your legs, slathering on lotion and oil, before going about an abbreviated version of your skincare routine. You brushed, flossed, and flicked off the bathroom light on your way out, ready to fall into bed, hoping for deep and dreamless sleep.

You expected Joel would vacate your spot and get into the empty and unrumpled bed not three feet away, but he was still firmly in place when you stood beside them, phone and sleep mask in your hand, big t-shirt covering your ass, but not by much. You were the picture of bedtime readiness. Joel didn’t even glance up from his phone and you gave Tommy an almost audible look, expecting him to oust his brother. Instead he pulled you closer, wrapped an arm around your hips and down onto him. “You smell so good, baby. I’ve been thinking of you all day.” His voice was low and sweet, and if you were alone you’d have pressed your hips down into his and shown him that you’d had some thoughts of your own, but…you weren’t. Joel still scrolled on his phone, oblivious. Damn him. Tommy was undeterred. He pulled you tight against him, kissing your neck, rubbing his warm hands down your back, pulling the hem of your shirt up enough to squeeze your ass. You wiggled in protest, very much aware of your company. “He doesn’t care.” Tommy assured you. “Do you care, Joel?” Now he looks up from his phone. Of course. He looks at you, sprawled over your boyfriend, panties exposed, neck shining where Tommy had been kissing and sucking up and down from your ear to your shoulder. He took in the sight before answering “I don’t care, baby.” You knew he was teasing, but the pet name and the proximity gave you the tiniest thrill.

With his older brother’s blessing, Tommy resumed his groping. If they didn’t care, why did you care? It felt unreal to be thinking such a thing, let alone be doing it. You relaxed a bit. Returning his kisses, deepening them, seeking his tongue with yours, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a nibble. “Missed you today.” You cooed at him before kissing his neck the way he’s kissed yours, knowing how he would respond.

As predicted, you felt him shift under you, the fell-tale bulge growing against your hip. He groaned and bucked up gently, then surprised you by rolling you onto your side next to him, into the middle of the bed. You felt Joel’s firm shoulder and arm against your back, but he didn’t move. He only shifted onto his side to face you when Tommy threw off his blankets and sank down next to you, leaning into your kiss, one hand at the back of your neck, fingers twining in your hair, and the other on your naked hip, pressing you down into the mattress and rubbing with his thumb. “Show me you missed me. I don’t believe you.”

His words moved you, flipping a switch in your brain that needed to prove yourself, to claim him, to make him love you best. If he wanted to play this game, you’d play and win. You still didn’t know why his brother was in your bed watching all this, but you didn’t care anymore. Maybe he wanted to play the game too. Tommy certainly didn’t seem to mind the company. Not if his fully hard cock was any indication. You wondered if Joel was hard too, but you didn’t dare look at him to see. Not yet. You wanted to see how far Tommy would let this go first. You pulled your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor, pulled him closer with your leg over his hip, and reached into his boxers to take his length into both hands, squeezing and gliding over the fat head and thick, velvety shaft. You kept his gaze, and stroked him slowly.

“Thought about doing this. Thought about your cock in my throat, too. Stayed wet the whole day.” Your voice is somewhere between a whisper and a moan, meant for Tommy’s ears, but just loud enough for Joel to hear and imagine you’re talking to him. Tommy responded how you knew he would. “Suck it for me? Hm? Just a little, baby. Let me see how you missed me.” He laid on his back again, one leg straight, the other bent, foot planted on the mattress to open himself up to you. You scoot down, leaving kisses in a trail down his chest and stomach. You kissed his thighs, and heard blankets ruffling beside you. You ventured a peek over your shoulder , and were met with his Joel’s dark stare. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or enjoying your little performance. As if he could read your mind, though, he rubbed the blankets over what you can only guess was his erection. This was new. You let him see you watching him, then you flick your gaze back to Tommy, but he had already caught on and was looking at his brother too. You didn’t wait to see his reaction, you bit his thigh, licked down to his balls, and took one in your mouth while you languidly stroked him, watching the sensation wash over his face. Tommy isn’t a very vocal lover, but you can tell when he’s enjoying himself by the flush of his chest and cheeks and the way his chest expands with every breath. You wonder if Joel is still watching, admittedly excited by the idea of him getting off on the sight of you.

Joel is older, and if you were being honest, better looking than Tommy. They had the same smile, but Joel’s eyes were kinder and his dimple made him look boyish. His shoulders and arms were thick with muscle and his chest was broad. He wasn’t lanky like Tommy. He looked stronger. Bigger.

You shift onto your knees, ass in the air, guiding his length into your mouth and against the back of your throat, lips tight around the base of Tommy’s cock. You use your free hand to maneuver him onto his back to get him deeper and to give Joel a better view. When you started sucking up and down the full length of Tommy’s cock, slurping and gagging obscenely, Tommy spoke. “Look at this. Look how good she takes a cock. Fuck. So fucking deep.” You smiled around him at the praise and looked up at him, batting your lashes innocently. You heard more movement from beside, and from the corner of your eye, you saw Joel moving a bit closer, and watching you intently. Spurred on by their attention, you reach between your own legs, rubbing your clit through your panties. “You like when he watches?” Tommy asks, astonished and amazed. Your hum around his cock was your answer.

Joel’s head was spinning. He didn’t see this in the cards for tonight. Didn’t expect to be watching his little brother’s girlfriend sucking him off and touching herself, but he was pleased with this turn of events. He had been watching you all week, loving how you looked in your dresses and how you were always touching Tommy, holding his hand, grasping his arm, kissing him, hugging him, and he didn’t feel at all guilty when he came into the room yesterday afternoon and saw him rubbing your pussy under your swimsuit. You were on the balcony and when you didn’t notice him coming into the room he watched shamelessly, growing hard with jealousy and desire. He had showered in the middle of the afternoon just to give himself some relief. He had soaped his body, paying special attention to his heavy, aching cock. His grip was firm, like he imagined your cunt would be. He held his breath when he came, eyes squeezed shut, leaning with one hand on the shower wall to keep him upright, the water was hot, but the water pressure was low and the water carried his spend down the drain slowly as he watched it disappear, thinking how he’d rather it be painted across your heaving chest.

Watching you now, knowing that you knew he was watching, knew he was touching himself, and that you were into it sparked something intense in Joel. He watched you, rapt as you pulled off Tommy’s cock and turned your head, freezing under your gaze, only to melt again when he felt your hand on his hip, dangerously close to his growing erection.

Tommy’s voice was lower now, urging you on. “You should suck his cock.” You smirked at the older Miller as you repositioned yourself to make room for him to get even closer, then held Tommy’s hand and you leaned up to kiss his brother. Joel’s lips were soft and warm, opening for you easily to deepen the kiss before he let go. He threw his own blankets off, giving you your first good look at his sizable erection straining around his obnoxious neon green boxers. “You want this, sweetheart? I’ll let you take it. Look so pretty with a dick in your mouth.” You looked back to Tommy. His eyes were dark and his lips were parted, stroking himself and watching his brother make you blush with his dirty suggestions. “Do it. Let me see. Take it all.” You kissed Tommy once more before turning your attention back to Joel.

You stroked his length over his boxers, your touch making his hard cock twitch and his hips jolt up into your hand. You stroked him lightly with your fingertips, then slipped his boxers down. You couldn’t help how your jaw dropped. Fuck it’s big. Easily seven inches long, and thick. Bigger than you’d guessed just from the times you’d noticed how it bulged in his slutty, tight pants and bounced against his shorts. Joel closed his eyes and moaned softly. “Take it out. Go ahead. Want you to feel it. See what you’re doing to me.” It was a sight to behold. His cock was beautiful. It was tan and had a vein on one side, the throbbing, weeping head a pretty blush under his foreskin. For Tommy’s sake, you tried to hide your shock and delight, but Joel smirked. You set back to work, taking his turgid member in hand, pumped his shaft with a loose grip and slowly bent to lick from the underside of the base to the top, where you gave him another small flick of your tongue. You sucked his head, tasting his precum, salty and mild. The more of him you worked into your mouth, the more you wanted, the further your mind wandered to the possibilities of having them both. Deep in your throat now, Joel was groaning softly and babbling encouragement. “Yes. Yes, just like that. Fuck. Fuck. Suck it. Doing so good…” he was getting closer, but you wouldn’t get to feel him spill into your throat.

You felt a hand fan over the curve of your ass and land a heavy swat on it, followed by a gentle rub Tommy slid his thick fingers down to find your panties wet and clinging to the swollen lips of your pussy. He dragged his fingers over the damp fabric a few times, letting the fabric tease your clit before pulling your panties down to lick firmly up your seam. The sound of his moan collided mid-air with Joel’s whine at the loss of your warm, wet mouth. Tommy knew exactly how to take you apart with his tongue, licking a slick ellipse around your clit, flattening his tongue to cover your vestibule, and teasing your entrance with one, then two thick fingers. Your pussy thrummed for him, and you were lost for a few moments in bliss before he buried his digits to the knuckles and set a steady rhythm, pumping them in and out while sucking your clit, bringing your climax down around you like only he could. You were suddenly shy, realizing you’d just come while still holding your boyfriend’s brother’s cock in your hand.

Joel looked wrecked. He couldn’t get enough of you. He’d take whatever he could get. He didn’t let the hope of sinking his own cock into you and making you cry his name take him out of the moment unfolding before him. “Look so beautiful when you come.”

“Are you going to let him watch while I fuck you?” You considered for a moment and gave him your most devious smile. “Dirty man. I think you’d love it if he watched I bet you want to watch me fuck him too.” Tommy stilled for a moment and you worried you’d said too much, and you wanted to swallow your words, take it all back, but then a smile broke across his face. “Me first, though.” You knew Tommy was an exhibitionist, he loved how people looked when he kissed and squeezed you. This was on another level, though and you had never been more turned on. Two strong, tan arms wrapped around you, pulling you upright and snug against a rock hard cock. Fingers splayed over your pussy, spreading your slickness around, then smoothing it over his cock before positioning himself at your entrance and guiding himself in slowly. You sighed and dropped your head back against Tommy’s shoulder, your hand finding Joel’s bent knee to steady yourself as Tommy’s thrusts grew harder, doing your best to meet them. His arms were still around you, one banding across your stomach, the other using your shoulder for leverage. Your eyes focused when you felt pressure on your clit and saw Joel, left hand cradling his balls, right hand over your mound, thumb against your swollen clit. His eyes were locked to yours, lusty when he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it before replacing it, his saliva giving him better slip to rub you with. “Taking him so good, baby. Look at you. You’re loving this, aren’t you? You like letting us share you? Going to let me fill you next?” All at once it was too much and you reached your climax, waves of pleasure washing over you and making you feel light and dreamy. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so cock drunk.” Tommy sounded awestruck and proud, he beamed at you and stroked your thighs as you came down from your high. “She looks like she needs more.” Joel’s voice was deeper and raspier than before. He looked at you now with open desire, so many more words unspoken and threatening to spill forth.

Tommy is still thrusting gently as you come down slowly from the high of your orgasm. “Come here, baby.” Joel is at once silky and firm, enticing and demanding. He pulls you toward him. “Can I fuck you next, sweet girl? I want to.” A pang of guilt fires in the back of your mind and as you lean into his pillowy lips, you turn and search Tommy’s expression for disapproval, but you only find hunger in his dark pupils as he nods, picking up his own pace, barreling into his own release. He’s really into this. With his blessing, and the feeling that he wants to push further, you let go of any remaining hesitation. You want to give him something to remember.

Locking into Joel’s soft, warm kiss, you situate yourself over him, holding yourself up with one elbow on the mattress and the other hand on Joel’s broad chest. He was unyielding beneath you. Tommy neared his finish and watched glossy-eyed as your ass is squeezed and your tongue is sucked by another man.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl, letting us have you like this. You’re incredible. Keeping you all to himself all this time. Tan tacaño.” Joel groaned, his praise shot right back into your pussy and you clenched hard, giving Tommy just what he needed to come. He thrust harder, three, four, five, six times before stuttering his hips and spilling into your cunt. Joel pressed his length into the soft skin of your belly, and reached up to cup your breasts, pushing, pinching your nipples, rolling them under his flattened fingers, your nerve endings firing all over your body. When Tommy pulled away, he sat back on his heels to watch his cum dripping out of you, and lovingly pushed as much as he could back in.

You broke Joel’s kiss to press your lips to Tommy’s when he laid down back in his original spot, next to his brother. “Love you.” You sighed between kisses. Not to be forgotten, Joel began to slide his fingers along the folds of your sensitive pussy. You moaned into Tommy’s mouth. For the first time you sensed something of jealousy or maybe competitiveness and while you should probably be giving Tommy extra attention, making sure he knows he’s your one and only, you decide instead to stoke the flames. You let Joel push you back onto the bed, you’d head now at the bottom of the bed as he started a trail of open mouthed kisses from your mound, over your hip, across your stomach, to the underside of each breast, before stopping to suck your hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking, gently palming the other before switching. He knew exactly how to work you into a needy mess for him, even after two orgasms. He dropped his hips between your thighs and brought his left knee up to wedge under your ass, opening you up for him. He pulled off your nipple with a pop. “Do you want me? Want this?” He said as he stroked his dock, rubbing it against your clit. “You can say no. I don’t think you want to, though. I think you’ve wanted this for a long time. I've seen you looking, sweetheart. Thought you were being sneaky. Dirty girl. One cock’s not enough, is it?” “Need it. Need you, Joel. Want you inside.” He huffed a cocky chuckle into your neck. “Knew it.” He notched at your entrance and inched in, letting you adjust to his size. You sighed at how full you felt already. “It’s a lot. I know. You can take it.” His reassurance didn’t help you relax as he pushed in deeper, working himself and Tommy’s cum further and further. You couldn’t stop the pathetic cries that left your lips as he set a slow but steady rhythm. Each thrust drove him deeper until he was fully seated.

Tommy was entranced,sitting up to watch from behind his brother. He had recorded the two off you before, and together you’d watch him fuck you senseless, but this, seeing you up close like this, hearing your moans and cries, the wet sounds of your willing pussy, seeing your cunt stretching and fluttering, his cum leaking out with every thrust, he was mesmerized and growing harder. He had thought of this before, wanting to share you, see you from the outside, he wondered if you’d agree, imagined it when he jerked off, never getting up the courage to ask you to give him this. Now that it was happening he wanted more. Wanted to see you desperate and cock hungry, a slut for him and whoever he’d let try you next. Of course Joel would be the one to make it happen. He was magnetic and disarming and everyone loved him. He had seen how you’d looked at his brother, how your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of his dick in his pants. He had seen Joel looking at you, too. Eye fucking you across rooms. Now here he is, ruining you right before his eyes. He wasn’t sure this could be topped.

Joel was warm and sweating, cheeks flushed under his scruffy, graying beard. His hair was a tousled mess, and you raked through it, wanting to see if he looked as devastated as you felt. His eyes were dark and sharp and his lips were parted as he panted. He dipped his head to nip along your neck. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this. So tight. So perfect. Beautiful. Look so good taking my cock.” You slipped your hands between your bodies and gathered wetness- either yours or Tommy’s, and rubbed your clit in tight circles, feeling your release approaching fast, egged on by the vulgar things Joel was saying. “Harder, Joel. Fuck. Harder.” He let go and slammed his hips against yours, making you cry his name again, white light blurring your vision, and you felt Tommy grab your hand in his, whispering in your ear “Come for us, sweetheart. Come on my brother’s cock for me.” That was it. Your hips jerked and your back arched, eyes squeezed shut. Joel didn’t falter until he found his own release, filling you as promised with thick ropes of hot cum. No sooner than he had pulled out and sat back to see his handiwork seep out, Tommy was above you, jerking off over your pussy, lacing his cum on top.

You’d collapsed breathlessly onto the top-small bed for countless minutes before Tommy got up to fetch a couple washcloths and Joel held you against his chest, kissing your hair. “Are you ok?” He sounded nervous that you might regret your trust already. His eyes were big and soft and concerned, and your heart ached a little for him. “I’m good.”

Once you were all cleaned up and nourished with cold, leftover pizza, you turned in for the night. Tommy fell asleep fast, but you turned on your side trying to get comfortable. You met Joel's gaze across the short distance between the two beds, and when he reached out, you took his hand, wondering what would happen in the daylight, what might happen while Tommy was away.

#love this idea

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