#joel fucks!
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𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒
DAY ONE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN
momsboyfriend! joel miller x male reader
genre: mom’s boyfriend joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni
prompt: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."
summary: your mom can’t seem to find where her boyfriend joel, has gone. and she can’t understand why your bedroom has so much weight on it
warnings: pwp, strong language, infidelity, joel is 43, reader is 22, unprotected P in A, choking, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, creampies, fingering, spanking, joel being a cocky piece of shit
word count: 1.7k
a/n: read this, i have a mixed feeling about it! let me know what you guys think.
“Hey, Hon! Have you seen Joel? I tried to call him, but his phone must be off.”
You knew where Joel was, his exact location, time, and placement of where he was located in this moment and time.
It was approximately 8:15, the time your mom usually leaves for work. He was behind you, pants wrapped around his ankles — belt ripped off and thrown on your bed. His cock buried deep inside you, hands melted on your waist, hitting that spot repeatedly as you tried to answer your mom. It was as if Joel’s task was to get you both caught by your mom/his girlfriend.
His low grunts entering your ear and your panting escapes your lips as you try to act like nothing is wrong.
“Get rid of her,” Joel whispered, grunting in your ear.
“U-uh, mom. No, I haven't s-seen him. Is his truck still here?”
“It seems so. The neighbors said they hadn't seen his truck move since.”
You could feel Joel’s body press up against your back and his warm breath against your ear. His forearm wrapped around your neck. Your cock twitched against the wood in front of you. “If you don’t get her to leave, I will fuck you so hard on this door we will all hear those pretty little moans and how she can see how her son’s taking her boyfriend’s dick so well.”
“U-uh, mom. He probably went to get something. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” You grit. “I’ll let you know if he comes back looking for you.”
You hear your mom’s muffled chuckle on the other side of the door. “You're funny, baby. He will see my car gone in the driveway if anything, and won't want to bother you with your school work.”
A hard smack comes across your ass, and you almost yelp but stop yourself from making the loud sound.
“What was that?” Your mom asks.
You could hear a low chuckle escape from Joel’s lips into your ear. “It was me. I slapped my thigh,” You dismissed. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?”
“What can they do? Fire me?” She chuckles. “Sweetie, are you okay? You sound a bit out of breath.”
“Well, no, because your boyfriend’s dick is currently inside of me, and he has no intention of stopping anytime soon,” You thought.
“I’m just a little bit of breath — I could be coming down with something,” You breathed.
“Oh goodness, do you need me to come in?”
“NO!” You exclaimed. “I-I mean, If I am coming down with something. I don't want to get you sick too.”
“Aw, you're so sweet.” She smiles. “You're the best son ever.”
You scoff. “I’m your only SON!” You gasped.
You look back toward Joel, and he has a scowl on his face. He was getting impatient.
“Are you sure you're alright, baby?”
“Yeah, are you, baby?” Joel gruffed.
“Yeah, now I just got a cramp in my leg — I’ll be okay, Mom. I promise. Please don't be late for work because of me. I’ll call you if anything happens,” You dismissed.
“Okay, baby. I’ll see you later. I love you.”
“See you later, bye,” You gritted, hoping she would leave.
“Nu-uh-uh-uh. Say it back.”
“Say what back?”
At this point, Joel was getting annoyed. He pulled your neck away from the door; your arms outstretched — fingerpads barely reaching the wood in front of you. You grip your hands on Joel’s forearm around your throat and look towards Joel.
“You know, I love you too,”
“Fuck me,” You muttered, directed to your mom's command.
“I’m already doin’ that baby,” Joel smirked.
You roll your eyes and look back to the wooden door before you.
“I love you too, Mom.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”
You hear her footsteps walk away from your bedroom door, down the hall, and the door closes behind her. Then suddenly, you hear the faint sound of her car starting.
You released a breath you didn't know that you were holding. Suddenly, You feel Joel pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" You question.
He doesn't answer, and he starts to walk toward your bed.
You feel your body jerk up and land on your back — on your bed. You look towards Joel as he slides his pants off his ankles and onto the floor. He climbs into your bed and position himself between your legs.
"I grew impatient, now I want to hear those pretty moans," Joel smirked.
Joel stuck his pointer and middle fingers in your mouth. "Suck," Joel commanded.
You obliged and sucked on his fingers, and he quickly retracted his fingers from your mouth. Sliding his middle finger slowly inside you, you squirmed under his touch. You tried to stifle your moans; you didn't want to give Joel what he wanted. His finger slid inside you faster, and you bit your lip to hide your moans.
Joel slid a second finger in, and you rolled your head to the side and slammed your eyes shut. “Your pussy wraps around my fingers — so fuckin’ tight.”
Your lip almost bled from how hard you were biting your lip. You grit your teeth as you keep squirming. A hard slap to your balls made you stay still. “Stop squirmin’,” Joel commands.
“Can’t help it, don't — wanna moan,” You breathed. Joel slipped his finger out of you. Crawled up to you, his hand grips your throat.
“Is that right? Well, I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way,” Joel smirked.
Joel pushes his cock inside you. You tried to yelp, but his hand, tight around your throat, forced you to stop. “Fff-uck, Joel!” You gasp.
“What that, baby? You like this big dick inside you?”
You nod with a look of pain and pleasure riding your face. Joel lets go of your throat, and you take deep breaths. While breathing, Joel lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders. His hips start slow and steady as you roll your head up — looking upside down at your headboard.
“Fuck! Baby! I might need to use your pussy more,” Joel breathed.
“So — good — fuck,” You grit.
“Baby… I haven't even gotten to the best part.” Joel leans down — resting his forehead on yours. Your noses were touching each other. Joel’s hips rock faster back and forth. Your breaths became hitched as Joel’s cock was stretching you out. You could feel his length inside you, pushing deep inside you. You loved every inch of him. Joel had filled you to the brim with satisfaction.
“You love this cock, don't you, baby?”
“Fuck, yes! Joel! I love it so much,” You whine.
“Your pussy, wraps around me so nicely, baby. I bet if I slip my cock out now,” Joel backs up from your face, slipping his cock out. “And then slip it back in,” Joel slips his cock back in. You meet the base of Joel’s cock so fast; you moan in retaliation.
“Just as I guessed, your pussy remembers my length so well, baby.”
Joel had wrapped your ankles in his giant, calloused palms. His grip was tight as his hips kept rocking into you, back and forth. Pre cum was leaking from the tip of your cock. You felt satisfied for the first time in a long time.
“You gonna cum soon, baby?” Joel questions.
“I-I think so,” You breathe.
“Cum for daddy, baby,” Joel starts. “You know you want to cum for me.”
“Fuck, daddy! Your cock is hitting so deep!” You groan.
Joel’s cock twitched when you called him daddy; that sensation felt incredible inside you. You felt your cock throb, the sensation cum was coming and the pain was unbearable.
“That’s so hot, baby,” Joel grunted. “Call me that again.”
“Daddy, you love this, don't you? Fucking the son of your girlfriend’s tight pussy, huh? You like this?”
“You makin’ fun of me?”
You weren't, but a smirk appeared on your face to insinuate that you were. “So what if I was? It’s just a simple question,” You grunt.
Joel’s thrusts became more vicious and destructive. Your pillow catches your moan as you roll your head to the side. “I fuckin’ love this, so fuckin’ perfect.”
“It’ll be our little secret,” You breathe in between breaths.
"I’ll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into,” Joel smirks.
Joel’s smirk turned into a scowl. Joel had a look of rage, and determination was written on his face now. Joel was on a mission with you directly, and you loved this feeling so much.
“I’m gonna cum soon, baby, deep inside that pussy of yours. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Joel grits.
“I’m going to cum too, daddy,” You moan.
“Cum for daddy, baby.”
You gripped your dick and started to stroke up and down. Your cock was filled with adrenaline, overstimulation, and overall satisfaction. With each of Joel’s thrusts, you could feel yourself on the brink of cumming anytime soon.
“I’m cumming, Daddy!” You exclaim as strings of cum coat your chest.
Joel grips your thighs as you stop stroking your cock. You place your hands on Joel’s thighs. “Fuck, baby! I’m cumming!” Joel hisses. With one — two final thrusts, Joel’s cum was swimming inside you. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he places his head near yours — hovering over yours.
You both are panting messes together, sweaty, satisfied messes. You close your eyes in pleasure and take a second to be in the moment. You had sex with your mom’s boyfriend, and you don’t feel guilty about it one bit, more accomplished than anything.
“Was that okay?” You question. Joel chuckles at your question and can't control himself as he kisses your forehead.
“It was fantastic, baby,” Joel gruffed.
Joel kisses your lips softly, and you grab his face in your hands as you flip him on his back — cock still inside you. His tongue licks your bottom lip as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. Tongues are sword-fighting each other in this passionate kiss. Joel’s hands planted on your back, — sliding down the curve of your back as you mess up his hair, sliding your hands on his curly locks. You break the kiss, backing up from Joel’s lips.
“Daddy, my mom doesn't come home until later; we could have some real fun around the house. If that’s okay with you?”
Joel gives it a thought and smirks at you. “Well, baby, Who am I to oblige such an amazin’ idea?” Joel chuckles.
#joel miller x male reader#joel miller#pedro pascal x male reader#joel the last of us#pedro pascal#joel miller smut#pedro pascal smut#forbidden romance#joel fucks!
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"Tell them Ellie is the little girl... that BROKE YOUR FUCKING FINGER"
"WHAT TOWNNNN"
I just know that those two lines felt so good to deliver. I just know that Bella and Pedro got those yells from deep in their chests.
#literally so satisfying#the way bella delivered that line?#fucking chills every time#this is female rage#hbo tlou spoilers#tlou spoilers#the last of us#tlou hbo#tlou#tlou show#ellie williams#ellie tlou#joel miller#bella ramsey#pedro pascal
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Jaime Lorente as Néstor & Joel Bosqued as Álex
📺MANO DE HIERRO (IRON REIGN) · S1·EP5 · Crime/Thriller
#GO SHORT KING GO! just remembering jaime wanting to fuck ander the most in the elite cast during their press tour#jaime lorente#iron reign#mano de hierro#netflixedit#queer#lgbt#joel bosqued#couple#kiss#affection#intimacy#desire#yearning#longing#beautiful men
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well? hand it over then
#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#grian#secret life smp#secret life#mcyt#traffic series#my art#Linktoo art#grian pointing out theyre doing this right in front of his wife is so fucking funny idc
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i’ll be like “need him so bad it makes me stupid” and it’s this guy:
#yeah <3#what can i say#pedro pascal#pedro pascal snl#snl#this bit was so fucking good#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fluff#joel miller smut#joel miller tlou#tlou#the last of us#javier peña#javier peña x reader#javier peña fluff#javier peña smut#oberyn martell#oberyn martel x reader#the mandolorian#din djarin#din djarin fluff#din djarin smut#din djarin x reader#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales smut#pedro hrs#miss mitten posts
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the latest joel episode has me feeling high. the intro where hes interrogating himself about liking etho and then saying that ETHOS obsessed with him. him mentioning the mezalea empire s1 thing (which im watching rn!!). him walking in on etho talking about him. etho telling him that he must like camels because of the long necks and joel getting embarrassed and saying "youre so obsessed with neck kisses its a little bit disgusting". him running at etho and making fucking KISSY NOISES he made KISSY NOISES at etho and etho shrieking and running away. i feel like that damn homophobic dog
and gem and tango are just WATCHING THAT. theyre just SITTING THERE and WATCHING. they had to remind joel that it was a different series and different time. i feel fucking sick to my stomach
#smalletho#smallishbeans#hermitshipping#<- IS IT SHIPPING IF ITS JUST WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED IN THE EPISODE#joel#ethoslab#boat boys#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hc s10#hermitcraft season 10#hermitcraft s10#jamies bad posts#jamie liveblogs
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the shot at the end when joel and ellie are driving away through the open bedroom window, how it slowly pans further and further back into the room but it doesn't invade bill and frank's privacy of their final moments together...
#sami rambles#i was sat there like 'don't show me their bed don't show me their bed don't show me their bed' and then the camera stopped#and i breathed a huge fucking sigh of relief#tlou#tlou spoilers#tlou hbo#tlou bill#tlou frank#tlou joel#tlou ellie#the last of us#the last of us spoilers#frank x bill#bill x frank#bill and frank
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the look of pure rage on joel’s face when henry prevents him from going to help ellie as she is being attacked... pedro pascal you fucking asshole.
the look on henry’s face as he realizes what he has done... the way he says “sam”... lamar johnson you fucking king.
the little scream ellie does when henry shoots himself... bella ramsay you fucking angel.
THAT scene was brutal.
#the last of us#tlou#tlou spoilers#the last of us spoilers#joel miller#pedro pascal#henry the last of us#lamar johnson#ellie williams#bella ramsey#darcy posts gibberish#tw: suicide#bella fucking ramsey#pedro pascal my beloved
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SOBER REALIZATIONS
dom!joel miller x dad!male reader
genre: neighbor joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni
summary: after waking up in joel’s bed — naked, you try your best to ignore him, but joel’s persistence becomes apparent when he interrupts dinner with your daughter.
warnings: infidelity, strong language, fingering, porn with plot, joel is 40, reader is 38, unprotected P in A, dirty talk, outdoor sex, fingering, praise and degrading, cockwarming, choking
word count: 7.8k
a/n: dividers by @firefly-graphics
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YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WOKE YOU UP FIRST. THE PAIN-SPLITTING HEADACHE OR THE ACHE AND SORENESS IN YOUR BUTT.
A string of sun rays hit you straight in the face, and you were agitated that it was the morning and that you had to be an adult.
You mumbled and grumbled as you brought your hands up toward your forehead. You knew it wouldn't help with the pain right away, but it would bring some of it down. The hangover you got was coming like a truck, and the sun wasn't doing any favors of slowing the pain down.
Getting up from your bed felt like it would be an impossible task. Your eyes were blurry from the headache in your head. Moving your hands away from your face and down by your side, you took a deep breath and contemplated getting out of —
Your hand hit something on your side, something hard.
You squint your eyes and look to your right, and that's when you see it — a tanned body next to you.
Your eyes open wide as you sit up, and you notice it’s Joel Miller. A married Joel Miller is naked, next to you, who is also naked — and in the same bed he and Adaline share.
You have trouble breathing for a second but then catch the staggering breaths. You slowed down to process the night before.
Going over to Joel’s to drink, getting drunk, the question, then you touching his bulge. Then the city boy, nickname/pet name. Your head yelled at you to stop what was happening, but you ignored it. The rough sex that resulted in you being in Joel’s bed.
You facepalmed before cursing yourself, slowing your head down; you knew you had to get out of his bed while he was sleeping out from the alcohol you both consumed.
You slowly slid toward the edge of the till your feet were near the end of the bed. Softly placing both feet on the wooden floor below you — standing up, you felt pain in your thighs, like an intense vibration.
That sensation made you fall on your knee; you held yourself up the best you could with the bed on your side. It felt like your legs were jelly under your weight, but you had to escape this predicament.
Walking out and down the stairs of Joel’s house was a mission on its own; you almost slipped down his stairs at least twice. Finally, making it on the floor, you see Joel and your clothes sprawled, the two glasses you drank from on the coffee table, and the bottle of rum you bought over — almost empty.
You shook your head and grabbed your clothes, and put them on, hoping that. Marigold, Sarah, or Joel wasn't seeing you naked. As you slipped your clothes on, you heard Joel upstairs, mumbling and grumbling.
Then you heard the floor creak above you, and your eyes widened. You slip your shoes on as fast as possible and slip out of the front door as quickly and quietly as possible. Once outside, you take deep breaths — like you were getting choked.
Hands on your knees and gasping for breath, you feel the bile coming up your throat. Holding in your cheeks, you release the contents in your stomach on the grass next to you. After throwing up, you shuffled your feet toward your front door.
Groaning in pain as you open your door, you notice Sarah and Marigold sleeping on the couch in the living room. You smile at the thought of the girls having a fun/eventful night.
You rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen, got a glass of water, opened the ibuprofen, and popped a pill in your mouth, taking a swig of water for the medicine to travel down your throat easier/faster.
Exhaling a breath and looking around your kitchen, you feel defeated that what you did with Joel might eat you alive for a long time.
“C’mon, city boy, let's be an adult.”
“Do you want to go out to eat?” Marigold asks.
You look up from the paperwork you are doing in your kitchen.
“What made you think of that?”
“Well, we barely go out to eat, anyway. I mean, when was the last time we enjoyed dinner, father, and daughter?”
You slowly nod and think about the last time you and Marigold actually went to dinner, she had to be ten the last time, and now she’s fifteen.
You did need a stress reliever from the paperwork; you could always do the paperwork another day; or procrastinate.
“Any suggestions?” You shrug.
Marigold puts her fingers to her chin as if concentrating hard on her answer. But then her eyes light up with astonishment.
“What's that one place where it's like a family-owned business, and they used to give the kids milkshake with Twisler straws?”
You had to think about what she said. Many family-oriented businesses resided in Austin at times, hell you own a bakery your dad wanted to build back when you were a kid. But the milkshake with the Twisler straws made you scratch your head.
“I’m drawing a blank, Mare. Do you remember the letter of the building? Or anything that stuck out to you?” You ask.
“They had light-up letters, with a pattern of blue and red, while the background was blue, and the red and blue lights flashed at times,” Marigold explained.
It was on the tip of your tongue, and you hated that you couldn't immediately remember the name. It had to be something familiar that it almost pissed you off that you couldn't —
You clap your hands with an answer. “Pete’s?”
“Oh my god, yes!” Marigold exclaimed.
“I can't believe I didn't remember that place.”
“Me either,” Marigold breathed.
“Hell yeah, let's go!” You smile. Marigold smiles from ear to ear as you get up from your seat.
“Do you think Sarah has ever been to Pete’s?” Marigold asks.
Your heart sank as you felt cold, grabbing your keys off the coffee table. Involving Sarah would’ve been friendly, but you wanted it to be a father-daughter night. And you knew your daughter; whenever she brings up Sarah, somehow Sarah has joined the party —which you didn't mind, just after last night, you wouldn’t want to see any Miller.
“Maybe, Joel might’ve,” You shrugged.
“Maybe the four of us can go one night,” Marigold smiled.
You nodded, hoping that the conversation would end there. “That sounds nice. You ready to go?” Marigold’s smile beams as she bounces her head.
Out the front door, Marigold races to the passenger seat of your black 1967 Chevrolet Impala and is almost bouncing with anticipation. As you unlock the doors, standing in between the open door and the leather seat, you see Joel and Sarah watching something on the TV and your heart aches. You were happy that Sarah could be with her dad and not worry about anything.
But it destroyed you that you could be what Sarah would have to worry about.
Marigold’s hand finds its way over to the horn and hits her palm smack in the middle. “You coming?”
You snap out of your head and sit in the driver's seat, closing the door and starting the car up, and hearing the engine roar to life.
“When are you going to get a new car? Don't get me wrong, I love this one, but don't you think you deserve something better?”
“What do you mean?” You ask, moving the stick shift to drive. “This car is something better,” You start driving.
You didn't tell Marigold or anyone this, not even your best friend — your ex-wife. It was a gift from your late dad, and you couldn’t simply part from it. So you fixed it, got it working, and now it's yours.
You start driving out of the cul-de-sac, and you notice Marigold already has her headphone in her ears and is texting away. You shake your head and smile as you drive to Pete’s and be hopeful that the night goes smoothly and quickly as you planned it — in your head.
But a part of you wished you had asked who Marigold was texting. A chill ran down your spine as you thought of Mare texting Sarah and Joel would arrive unannounced. But he wouldn't do that, right? Right?
At Pete’s, your worries are off as you pull up in the parking lot, noticing it fills up fast with many cars.
Being seated, you notice that Marigold is bouncing in anticipation; you can't tell if she’s more excited about a milkshake with a Twisler straw or the memories returning to her head. You can't help but smile at how adorable your daughter is acting.
She notices you and stops bouncing.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You, you're adorable,” You comment.
Marigold shakes her head and looks down at the table under her hands. “Your so corny, Dad.”
You chuckle as you hear her mumble; your daughter was always your pride and joy, the main thing you always looked forward to seeing after work was over. Seeing her smile always made your heart melt with happiness.
You notice how noisy Pete’s is, and well, it is summer vacation, and families love this place as much as you and your daughter remember it.
You notice a girl wearing a tight ponytail walking up to your table; here come your daughter’s ants in her pants. She bounces with joy when the girl introduces herself.
“Hello, Welcome to Pete’s; I am Quinn, and I am going to be your server tonight. Can I get you guys started with something to drink?”
As Quinn takes the notepad from her back pocket, you open your mouth, but Marigold beats you.
“I would like a vanilla milkshake with a Twisler straw, please.”
Quinn writes Marigold's drinks down on the notepad. “And you, sir?”
“Um, I’m driving home tonight, so just water is fine,” You smile.
Quinn finishes writing and nods and smiles her head, shoving her notepad in her pocket. “Okay, I will be right back with your drinks,” She smiles.
The teenage girl walked away with a bit of pep in her step; either she was eager to get our drinks or trying to accomplish her task.
Glancing at Marigold, her phone is on the table, scrolling at something; you can't determine what she’s staring at.
“Whatcha’ starin’ at?” You ask.
Marigold’s neck snaps up. Theirs a hint of blush rushing to her cheeks.
“Nothing important,” Marigold dismissed.
She looks back down at her phone.
“Uh huh, and the fact that your blushing has nothing to do with what you're looking at?” You point out.
Marigold snaps her neck up again and places her palms on her cheeks. She looks panicked as your looking at her but then looks defeated.
“Is this a boy?” You ask, crossing your arms.
When you mention a boy to your daughter, you can see her cheeks get redder and her smile wider. “So this is a boy,” You confirm.
She nods her head with a smile plastered on her face.
“Aww, my little flower is growing up.”
“Dad, stop,” Marigold blushed.
“Does Sarah know him?” You ask.
“Well, yeah! I mean, she knows a little about him, bits and pieces.”
“Well, you should bring him by the bakery one night, so I could finally meet this mystery guy,” You suggest.
“You're not going to be that one dad who interrogates the guy I like, right?”
“Possibly, If he checks all the boxes,” You smile.
Marigold and you are chuckling together, and you can't help but feel happy in the rare moments you can spend time with her; it always makes your day better.
Even though she was growing up, it tugged on your heartstrings that she would be going to college soon, and you wouldn't have these moments with her anymore —
“Okay, here are your drinks,” Quinn arrives with yours and Marigold’s drinks.
She places Marigold’s milkshake before her, and Mare claps like an eager kid; Quinn places your cup of Ice water in front of her, and you shoot her a smile.
“Do you guys know what you're ready to order? Or do you still need another minute?” Quinn asks.
You look at Marigold, who shakes her head no.
“Give us a minute,” You smile.
Quinn smiles and walks away. Marigold glances at the menu under her hands; you look at the menu under you while your hands are between your thighs.
“Have any idea of what you want to get?” Marigold questions.
“Um, no, I don’t, you?” You pick your head up.
“I’m conflicted between the pasta or the chicken tenders.”
“Well, since I’m a child; I suggest the chicken tenders.”
Looking up, you noticed Sarah and Joel standing next to Marigold. Marigold jumped out of her seat to hug Sarah while you awkwardly smiled at Joel.
“Oh my gosh, what are you guys doing here?” Marigold asks, breaking the hug from Sarah.
“Well, I showed Dad our texts, and he had the bright idea to come to surprise you guys,” Sarah smiled.
“Of course, he did,” You thought.
“Well, it's a nice surprise,” You smile.
“Yes, it is. Come on guys, sit, sit,” Marigold commands.
“Okay,” Sarah giggles.
Sarah wastes no time sitting next to her best friend. She’s smiling from ear to ear as she side-hugs your daughter. Joel comes and sits next to you; you shuffle to the side, and your shoulder connects with the wall next to you.
“I’m sorry if we interrupted father-daughter time,” Joel apologizes.
“It's okay; I’m pretty sure Marigold would rather hang out with her best friend than her old dad,” You comment.
“Nonsense, Dad, I love you both equally,” Marigold smiles.
You grab Marigold’s hand and smile.
Quinn arrives with a smile plastered on her face.
“Okay, guys, and — woah, I didn't know you were here.”
“Surprise,” You and Sarah shrug.
“Well then, it’s a nice surprise. Do you guys want anything to drink?” Quinn asks.
“I’ll have what she’s having,” Sarah points towards Marigold.
“A beer,” Joel answered.
“Coming right up,” Quinn smiles and walks away.
“But you're driving home,” You spoke.
“I know how to sober fast, city boy,” Joel comments.
“City boy? That’s a new one.” Marigold chuckles.
“I like it; it makes sense, considering you guys lived in a city before you moved here,” Sarah Acknowledges.
“Mare told you about that, Sarah?” You question.
“Mhm,” Sarah nods.
You nod. Thinking about what Marigold had told Sarah—hopefully only good things.
“I promise I haven't told Sarah anything embarrassing,” Marigold admits.
“Well, besides the fact that you sing in the shower as if you were doing a live concert,” Sarah smirks.
Your mouth drops in a playful grin.
“Marigold,” You exclaim.
“C’mom, Dad, you didn't expect me to bring that up.”
“No, I didn't. Sarah would’ve had to see it as everyone else does — also, thanks for signing me up bake one hundred cupcakes,” You roll your eyes.
“Hey, those cupcakes are amazing and neighbors need to know how good they are — besides me.”
“You are aware I own a bakery, right?”
“Not the type of man to have a sweet tooth, but for city boy. I’ll have any cake he makes; any cake of his,” Joel interrupts.
You couldn't tell if he was genuine or flirting with you, but he hid it well with that smirk. But you know you have butterflies in your stomach that you don't need now.
He brings his arm around your shoulder on top of the leather seat. You feel his arm on the back of your neck, and you sense his legs move as he spreads his legs apart.
It's like he’s teasing you in your mind. Making you remember what you did that last time he spread his legs apart.
Your spine shivers as your daughters are talking to one another. You could feel his gaze on you as you were looking for any means of escape, you didn’t want to cause a scene but you knew you had to leave but how —
“Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?” You ask Joel.
“No city boy, lemme get out of your way. Joel fixes his position and slides out of the leather seat. You slide out and try to hide your speed walk away from the table.
Pushing your hand to open the bathroom door, you noticed the bathroom was empty. Breathing heavily, you grab the porcelain sink.
You couldn't tell if Joel was making you confused or frustrated.
But breathing heavily in a bathroom was a reaction you didn't know would come out. A low scream: maybe. You want to pinch yourself: the low possibility of doing that was on the floor. But heavy breathing was off the table.
You had no idea how to feel, but you didn't want to let that interfere with the dinner with your daughter. But this feeling you couldn’t describe, and with Joel just next to you, it was going to explode one way or another, and you weren't ready for —
You hear the door open behind you; you snap your neck up from the sink to the mirror in front of you. You see Joel in the reflection behind you. You shake your head as you don't want to look at him, simply imagining that he walked in here, but once you stop shaking your head, he’s still there, looking at you.
“Everything alright, city boy?” Joel asks.
“Yeah, peachy,” You breathed.
“Are you sure? You got away from the table fast—”
“Why’d you come here?” You asked, turning around.
“It’s a good place for the girls to talk to each other and — I just needed to talk to you,” Joel admitted.
“You could’ve talked to me any other day, but the day after, we —” You stopped talking to look in the bathroom stalls.
After calming yourself down by confirming the empty bathroom, you continued your sentence.
“Had sex in your house.”
“I needed to figure somethin’ out.”
“What, Joel?” You ask.
Joel stepped closer to you, at least four feet from your position. “How did it feel afterward?”
One of the questions you were going to regret answering; How did it feel to have sex with a married man? Honest answer; fantastic. Lie; awful, you're the reason I threw up.
You obviously couldn't answer with either because Joel wanted to hear the correct answer, but you couldn't spit out the lie without it sounding fictitious.
“What are you trying to prove, Joel?”
“City boy, I’m attempting to figure something out,”
“What? What is so important that you interrupted my dinner with my daughter?”
Joel stepped closer to you, your chests were practically touching.
“How was the mind-blowing sex we had last night feel?” Joel growled.
He knew he didn't have to word it like that — at all, but he needed an answer; the truth.
“I. . hated. . it,” You gritted.
“Really? City boy?”
“Yes.”
Joel leans his head towards yours — lips barely touch each other; you can feel him ferociously exhale from his nostrils.
“City boy, if your lyin’ to me, I’m going to have to punish you, and you know how rough I can be,” Joel breathes.
You had to hold back on the temptations, and he wanted your reaction. Joel wanted you to fold, but you were prone to think with your head than your intrusive thoughts.
“Joel, what happened last night, it was great — fantastic even, but you’re married; you understand that, right?” You stated.
“We’re not even together enough. Adaline sees me as more of a business partner than an actual husband. What you and I have is so much more —”
“We’ve been together one night, Joel; how do you know that what happened last night wasn't just a mistake?”
“Because city boy, I’ve never felt more electricity ever in my life until that night. I’m pretty sure you haven't felt the same, too,” Joel commented.
He wasn't wrong; your body was on overdrive that night; you thought it was just adrenaline — it could’ve been both: electricity and adrenaline.
“Joel, think about our daughters — their best friends if they catch us; your daughter — Sarah, could hate me forever, and my daughter might hate me for ruining her friendship with Sarah. I can't do that, Joel.”
You try to walk away, but Joel grabs your hand. His rough hands contrast with your sweaty palms. Joel didn't grab your hand with force, but you didn't pull out, and you couldn’t figure out why.
“Your worth the risk; 'I’d divorce Adaline just to be with you.”
“Don’t make any empty promises. I’m so sick of hearing those—just false hope your feeding me,” You spoke.
“I’m not the type to do that, city boy. You’re too important.”
“Your family should be more important than some second-rate-world-class-hooker that could ruin everything you worked so hard for,” You confessed.
Trying to walk away, Joel pulled you closer to him, and you both bumped chests. Joel wasted no time kissing you with such force and determination. Your reasoning almost went out the window with that electrifying kiss.
Keyword: almost.
Your lips melted together like a puzzle piece. Your arms found their way around his tall shoulders. Joel’s hands slid from your lower back to your ass. He gripped your ass so hard a yelp escaped from your mouth and into Joel’s mouth.
Joel was mad at you for calling yourself a “hooker.” The fact that you could call yourself that made Joel filled with rage. He wanted to spank the shit out of you to learn your lesson, having to control himself in the porcelain walls of the bathroom the best he could.
Joel backed his lips away from you, heavy breaths escaping as he was fuming, trying to calm himself down. “Never call yourself that again, you understand me,” Joel snapped.
You want to nod, but trying to control yourself, you shake your head. “Why did you do that, Joel?”
“Would you have rathered the east route or the hard route?” Joel asked.
“Neither; you should've just let me walk away.”
“And lose the chance of explaining myself to you? I did the right thing,” Joel expressed.
“No, Joel, you didn't, god this is messed up.”
You try walking away again, but Joel’s hand is still in your grasp; this time, you try to leave his grip, but he’s holding on, not ready to let go.
“Joel—”
“Come by tonight,” Joel breathes.
“To do what?”
“I just need to see if what happened last night was a fluke. I want to see,” Joel admitted.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Come around the back. I’ll meet you there,” Joel nodded.
Joel, let go of your hand. You resume leaving the bathroom and walking toward the table, where you see Sarah and Marigold conversing. You slide into your seat, breaking the girl's conversation.
“Everything okay, Dad?” Marigold asked.
You nod.
“Well, we ordered for you, considering I know what you like,” Marigold smiled.
“Thanks, sweetie,” You exclaim.
Joel shuffles into his seat after coming back from the bathroom. You didn't know what he did after he left, and you didn't care now. You were just happy to be with your daughter and her best friend.
“Hey, Sarah, if you wouldn’t mind, Marigold would love it if you spent the night again,” You started.
“Wait, what?” Marigold asks.
“Are you sure, sir?”
You nod. “It's summer vacation; the two girls in our lives deserve some fun,” You smirk.
“Thanks, Dad,” Marigold laughs.
Marigold and Sarah start talking in their world. You look toward Joel, and he gives you a look of confusion. You lean towards his ear.
“When you beg, it's weird. Don't do that again, I prefer Joel from last night.”
You wink at him as you back your head up from his ear; Joel leans closer to you, and you can feel his exhale leave his nostrils against your ear.
“Let me give you a preview of what tonight is gonna ensue.”
Joel slides his hands onto your thigh. You hitch a breath as he slides down your inner thigh and rubs up closer to the outline of your cock. Your hands find their way to the table before you; you trail your finger on the condensation on the water cup before you.
“You like that, city boy?” Joel whispers. You wanted to kiss him, hell, even moan, but your girls were sitting in front of you.
Joel slid his hand off your thigh, and your cock strained on your zipper. Trying to calm yourself down, you grab your cup of water to try to calm down.
The girls had already made their way up to Marigold’s bedroom. While you sat in the living room, waiting for some indication from Joel to come over there. You felt like a schoolgirl carrying this huge secret. You sat with your phone in your hand — screen black having no confidence in your gut like before at Pete’s in the bathroom with Joel.
What if you were over your head and never wanted this huge secret creeping down your neck? You could just —
Your phone screen lit up with a text from Joel.
Joel: You comin?
You didn't even text him back; you left your phone on the counter and got up from the couch, and walked out — slowly closing the door behind you so the girls didn't come downstairs.
The crickets and cicadas chirp in the night air as the stars twinkle above your head. A slight breeze sends a shiver down your spine as you cross the street. You’ve seen the door to the house that Joel, Adaline, and Sarah shared many times, but you weren't going through that door.
You went to the side of the house and quietly stalked, as you didn't want any of Joel’s neighbors to notice you. You heard mumbling and grumbling in the back; peaking your head around the corner, you saw Joel’s face illuminated by his phone screen. He must have been annoyed that you haven't texted him back.
“Can't even answer a simple question. You don't know what you’re doin’ to me, city boy,” Joel grumbled.
You could’ve made some excuse to Joel when you see him the next day. You honestly didn't know if you wanted to be here or not. It was a puzzle in a video game — no matter how many times you go through each possibility, you always land with the same outcome.
Doing the mature thing was the best outcome of an alternative. You could find another person you could mess around with — though that always felt like a needle in a haystack, you always found something to work for you — until it didn't.
“Just turn around and leave,” You thought, turning around.
As you turn around, your arm hits the house next to you, and a loud thud vibrates against the house. Joel snaps his neck towards the sound and calls out for you.
“City boy? You there?”
You facepalm and huff a breath, doing another 180 turns and walking towards Joel. You cross your arms as your whole body now feels cold. “I was wonderin’ where you were. Didn't you get my texts?”
“No, I left my phone at home.”
“Ahh, understandable,” Joel nods.
“In what way?” You ask.
Joel steps up to you and crosses his arm in front of you. “C’mon, city boy, I gotta think of a good enough punishment for ignoring me this whole day.”
“I wasn't ignoring you,” You comeback.
You were trying to ignore him. You didn't want to see him for at least a week.
“City boy, are you lyin’ to me again?” Joel questions.
“No,” You huff.
“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,” Joel breathed. He chuckled at the end of his Tsking. He was wiping the corners of his mouth.
“Let me ask again,” Joel started.
Before you can open your mouth again, Joel’s hand finds its way onto your bulge. You hitch a breath as you place your hands on Joel’s biceps. You tried to move Joel’s hand, but it was like his hand was welded onto your crotch — not moving.
“Are you lyin’ t’me again, city boy?” Joel questions.
“Yes, god, yes, now move your hand.”
“N-no, I’m not,” You breathe. You were getting hard under Joel’s strong hand; his touch was addictive — you wanted an out, but it was just too good.
“Seems like your cock, is betrayin’ you, city boy. I’m going to have to punish you,” Joel growled.
“How?” You ask.
“Like this,” Joel nods. Joel moves his hand and shoves you toward the pool next to you. Ears muffled with water, your vision blurry as you stand up; you see Joel standing with his arms crossed, looking down at you.
“You asshole!” You exclaimed.
“Shouldn’t have lied, city boy,” Joel shrugs.
“I could've drowned!”
“The water’s like five feet.”
“Whatever, damn. It’s cold as hell.”
“Hold on, I'm comin’,” Joel states.
Joel bends down in front of you with his hand extended. As you grab him, you pull hard towards you. “Oh sh—”
Joel’s coming in, making a big splash. You laugh as he goes under. You can't control your laugh as Joel stands up and looks at you. He looks angry. The dark grey shirt he’s wearing clings to his chest. His nipples hardened under the damp cloth.
“You think this is fuckin’ funny? What if my phone was in my pocket?” Joel asks.
“It would’ve made me laugh even harder,” You nodded.
“Oh yeah, city boy?”
“Yeah,” You keep laughing.
Joel’s scowl could kill you with how hard he’s staring at you. You can't contain your laughter; it's as if Joel said the world's funniest joke.
You tried your hardest to stop laughing, but the laughs escaped your lips. Joel looked furious at you as he was standing there, dripping, fuming at the predicament you put him through.
Joel trudged his feet towards you, looking like he was on a mission; as he walked towards you, your laughs finally died down — but you still had a smile on your face.
Joel wrapped his hand around your throat as he placed his lips on yours — hard. You moaned in shock; you weren't expecting this hard of a kiss from Joel and the pleasure that came along with it.
His grip on your throat was tight. You wrapped your hand around Joel’s, and you could feel his veins almost jump out of his hand.
“Joel — can't breathe,” You cracked.
Joel loosened his grip around your throat — but his hand was still around your throat. The water around you seemed like they were roaring to life with how much passion you and Joel were experiencing. Joel’s rough exterior was cracking piece by piece — slowly as his tongue kept exploring your mouth. You slid your hand around Joel’s neck, bringing yourself closer to him.
Your moans radiated off Joel’s mouth as they were being muffled by the water splashing around the two of you. With how much water was moving between the passionate kisses you and Joel shared, you could’ve had a tsunami in the backyard.
As Joel still had his hand wrapped around his throat, his other arm had wrapped around the curve of your back, exposing your skin towards the cold pool wall.
You hiss as your skin makes contact with the pool wall, stopping the kiss with Joel suddenly.
“You all good, city boy?”Joel asks.
“Yeah, my back hit the wall, just cold.”
Joel lifts you and makes you sit on the pool's edge —with your feet still in the pool. He pushes himself up and walks past you as you watch him escape towards the back door.
Your whole body starts to shiver as you wait for Joel. You rub your hands together like you were sitting by the fire on a cold day, but you weren't. You were sitting on the edge of Joel’s pool — feet still dipped in on a warm summer night.
You cross your arms, hugging yourself so you can feel warm. Your mouth chatters, and your body starts to shake. You look up and notice the stars are looking down at you as you're looking up at them.
You could get lost in the stars for hours at this time of night. But unfortunately, you didn't have hours. You knew the sun would rise soon and ruin this illusion.
You hear Joel’s backdoor close, but you don't turn around. Neck strained up and shivering, you didn't want to make sudden movements to make yourself colder.
Joel wraps a towel over your shoulder. You almost jump, feeling the material on your covered shoulders.
“There you go, city boy,” Joel states, sitting beside you, placing his covered feet in the pool — towel-wrapped around his shoulders.
“Thanks,” You shiver.
“No problem.”
Joel notices you looking up and not at him. He strained his neck to see what you were staring at.
“What are ya looking at?” Joel asks.
“Just the stars,” You answer.
“What’s special about ‘em?” Joel asks.
You scoff before answering. “I’ve always thought someone would never kiss me under the stars — I know, such a baby thing, but I’ve always yearned for it. So that pool kiss was a thought that fluttered in my mind.”
“I was going to fuck you back here. If you’d look down at my dick, you’d notice that my cock was hurtin’ against my jeans,” Joel starts.
You stop looking towards the stars and then towards Joel.
“Wanted to hear those pretty moans again, right in my ear. Hell, thinkin’ about it right now, my cock is throbbing so hard.”
You can't stop your eyes from glancing at his bulge. You can tell that it wasn't the fabric of his jeans. It was his actual bulge rubbing against his jeans. You could feel his pain as your cock was growing hard in your damp jeans.
You lick your lips out of comfort rather than pleasure.
Joel’s eyes are still glancing down at his aching cock. You didn't know if you wanted a repeat of the last twenty-four hours with Joel, but you were sober, so you had to think about your situation with a clear state of mind.
“Unbuckle your belt.”
“What?” Joel asks.
“Take off your belt, Joel. I‘m helpin’ you out again,” You smirk.
All mature thoughts must've left your head when Joel kissed you in the bathroom or when he threw you in the pool, choked you, and kissed you. But right here and now, you wanted Joel’s cock again. You knew you were going to regret it in the morning. But that would be you in the morning; this is you at midnight — running on adrenaline and satisfaction.
Joel had undone his belt as you take your feet out of the pool and waste no time leaning on your knees.
Joel’s pants were around his knees, but his boxers constricted his dick. You could see his cock throbbing and his precum through the material in his underwear.
“Remind you of anythin’, city boy?”
You scoff at Joel. You fixed his boxers for his cock to go through the hole. Lines of pre cum leaking through the slit of his huge cock.
Your mouth takes Joel’s length, and he throws his head back in pleasure. You taste Joel’s pre cum and the mix of pool water on your tastebuds. You could hear Joel’s breathing rushing through his teeth like he was ready to explode.
“Fuck, baby boy. I missed that mouth,” Joel groaned.
You started to go faster, and your throat kept getting tighter as you almost gagged on Joel’s cock. Joel’s hand found its way to the back of your head. His hand was making your pace go faster, and his balls tingled with more satisfaction than he could handle
“Oh fuck, baby. I could cum in that pretty mouth right now.”
You slow down as you want this experience to last for a long time.
Joel's hands slid down from your head to the curve of your back to under your pants and underwear. You could feel his rough and calloused hands on your ass. You moan on Joel’s cock as he slips one of his fingers into your ass.
His actions started slow and pleasurable for you.
“So fuckin’ tight, city boy. I’m gonna bury my cock so far into that boy pussy ‘f yours,” Joel growled.
You pick your head up and stroke Joel’s cock. You place your lips on him as his finger picks up the pace. He’s going faster, and you can barely keep stroking his cock. Your moans are bouncing off Joel’s lips.
His cock was throbbing in your hand. It felt like Joel was on overdrive. His kisses felt hungry, desperate, and all-around passionate.
“Turn around, baby. I miss eatin’ that ass out,” Joel grunted.
As you back away from Joel’s lips, you see the string of saliva coming from your lips and his. You unbuckle your pants before you turn around on your hands and knees — your ass is now facing Joel.
You hear a mumble and grunt from Joel as you hear the water dribbling off his shoes and pants. You feel Joel’s hands slap your ass hard — you yelp in retaliation.
Joel’s mouth makes contact with your hole, and you moan. You could tell Joel was hungry — starving. You could cum with how Joel’s tongue was in your ass. You clench your fists as Joel is working wonders for your ass.
“Damn, Joel. That feels so amazing,” You moan.
“I’ve been missin’ this sweet peach since last night.”
Joel smacks your ass again and again and again.
You could feel the sting on your ass cheeks as you feel Joel’s tongue again. You were getting greedy. You wanted Joel’s cock buried in your ass — you wanted to feel what his cock would feel like sober and not drunk.
“Joel,” You breathe.
“Yeah, city boy?” Joel breathes.
“Can you please fuck me?”
Joel gets his mouth away from your ass, and you look back at him — straining your neck.
“What happened to my city boy? Beggin’ for my cock, like that? Soundin’ kinda needy again,” Joel growled.
“Fuck you,” You shudder. You turn your head back and lay your head on your hands. You wanted the same feeling from last night. Joel’s cock couldn't compare to your old hookups.
You almost scream as you feel Joel’s cock slowly go inside you. You pick your head up and clench your teeth in pleasure.
“Ahh, fuck, city boy. How do you keep gettin’ so fuckin’ tight?” Joel growls.
You don't answer; you hold your head up as you look back at Joel. You have a flashback from last night as you see Joel’s shit-eating grin. His hips started going back and forth, and with each thrust, you could feel his cock stretch you out — slowly.
Joel’s hands were on your waist — rough. It felt like he could mark his territory with his hands there. You moaned, but you didn't want to give the whole neighborhood an unpaid show — you suppressed them the best you could, but with every thrust, your moans would slip from your mouth.
“Baby boy, your takin’ my cock so well,” Joel grunted.
“I missed it so much, Joel,” You breathed.
“My cock has missed your tight ass, city boy.”
Joel’s grip from your waist released, and he picked you up from the front of your neck so your back collided with his chest — wrapping his arm around your neck, not tight. You could feel Joel’s breath on your ear, and you felt like you could cum right then and there.
Joel’s hand made hard contact with your ass, you moaned in retaliation, and you could hear Joel’s grunts as he pumped his cock in and out of you.
“J-Joel?” You started.
“Yeah, city boy?”
“I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, city boy? Cum for me,” Joel command.
You haven't even touched your dick ever since Joel started fucking you, but you knew you were close to having an orgasm. It was a feeling that felt different sober than drunk.
You could feel your cum almost shoot out of your hardened cock, and you almost broke your neck, placing your head on Joel’s shoulder. Joel takes the opportunity to kiss you. Joel was still hungry, and he wasn't full yet. Joel’s hand wraps around your cock and starts to stroke you. You moan in his mouth — it was the hottest thing you ever experienced, and you didn't want it to stop.
You pick your head up, and Joel attacks your neck like a vampire; you are on the brink of cumming, and his neck kisses are helping you have more pleasure and satisfaction.
“I can feel your cock twitch in my hands, city boy. Y’gonna cum, baby?” Joel growls.
“Yes, oh god, Joel, yes!” You whimpered.
A married man is the first person to make you whimper — to feel overstimulated. You knew you shouldn't like this, but your mind went blank the second Joel’s cock was inside you.
“That’s so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Joel grunted.
Hearing Joel’s voice in your ear again was enough for you.
“F-Fuck, Joel. I’m cumming.”
Your moans kept escaping from your lips; were they loud? Maybe. But you didn't care; you were feeling so much pleasure you wanted people in space to hear you.
Strings of white cum littered the concrete below — and Joel’s hand. Joel hearing your moans, thought he had cum under all the pleasure you were screaming. He was still hard as a rock — on the verge of cumming. But he wanted to treat you right and make you feel good.
Joel dislodged his cock from your ass as you pant on your hands and knees.
“Is something wrong?” You ask.
You turn your head — still panting and notice Joel’s pants and underwear aren't around his ankles anymore, but his boots are still on, laced up.
“Can you stand, city boy?” Joel questions, standing up.
You try to pick yourself up, but the same feeling from this morning comes back like a truck, and you are back on your knees.
“No,” You shake your head.
You didn't notice Joel’s smirk on his face; you were too busy feeling ashamed if you did something wrong. Joel’s cock was still hard and stiff. He huffed a breath as he picked you up bridal style. “Wanted to make sure that city boy knows that those moans you were screaming are for my ears and my ears only,” Joel hisses.
You are back inside Joel's house — in the same familiar setting as last night. Joel had removed your pants and underwear before you returned inside, and your casual shoes were still on your feet. Joel placed you on the same couch you both fucked on hours before.
Joel’s one-sided grin on his face made your cock twitch. Joel had lifted your pelvis and had his cock hovered over your hole.
He had one boot on the couch and one on the floor.
Joel didn't waste a second; he just shoved his cock inside you.
Your moans exploded, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Joel’s hips were going up and down, and he was throwing his head back in pleasure.
“FFFF—Fuckin’ Christ, city boy. I missed this boy pussy so badly,” Joel gruffed. Joel’s hands on your thighs were under his palms, and he was grasping them like a stress ball.
“Is that why you brought me inside? To tell me you missed my boy pussy?”
Joel fixed his position so that he was inches away from your face. Both boots were on the couch, while your calves were on either side of Joel’s head.
Joel started to pump his cock in and out of you. Your moans radiated all over the house's walls — the sound barrier could break.
“I needed those pretty little noises you make inside — don’t want the neighbors to think I’m murderin’ you,” Joel grinned.
“As if — you could — mmph — ever murder me, — FFFF-ucking hell Joel.”
You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes as you feel every inch, every thrust, every grunt, and every time you can feel Joel’s cock throb inside you. It was electrifying — adrenaline-inducing, like last night.
You snap your eyes open as you feel Joel move your neck to look towards him. His hand still wrapped around your throat — you can see lust and pleasure in his eyes.
Joel had determination written on his face as he breathed through his teeth, pumping his cock Inside you. You could swear you could feel Joel’s cock hit your stomach — your moans became hitched as Joel nearly exploded. His grip around your throat got a little tight for you.
It was hard to get a good breath in your hand found it's way towards Joel’s wrapped around your throat.
“Jo-Joel, can barley breathe,” You breathed.
Joel realized his mistake — keeping the same pace before unwrapping his hand off your throat and placing it on the side of your face.
“I’m sorry, city boy. I’m just so close, I’m do fuckin’ close, city boy,” Joel clenched his teeth.
His forehead was on yours, and he quickly picked up his pace.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m going to get you pregnant with how much cum is gonna be inside you,” Joel growled.
“Please, Joel, give it to me! Get me pregnant!” You moan.
With a couple of thrusts, you could feel Joel’s warm cum inside you. He moaned, and your cock twitched at the sound of it. His whole body shook once, twice, and then he rested his body on top of yours. His cock was still inside you. He just wanted to rest for a second.
“City boy, your pussy is so fuckin’ amazing. I can never get tired of it,” Joel breathed.
“You’re funny,” You panted.
You and Joel couldn't help but feel safe and comfortable. Last night, you both fell asleep, but now this is a vulnerable setting you weren't used to.
“I didn't hurt you. I- I didn't mean to hurt you anyway, city boy.”
“You're okay, Joel. It was a little different, but I’m okay,” You admitted.
“Good, that's great.”
Joel's friendly personality went back into his dominant personality as he slipped his cock out of you and picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder.
“J-Joel, what are you doing?”
“Your punishment isn't over, city boy — far from it.” Joel spat. Joel started to walk with you over his shoulder, and you could only guess what punishment he planned.
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King of my fucking heart
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Joel SmallishBeans mentions that he looks at fanart on tumblr.
“He’s here!” People scream, “Scatter!”
As everyone runs away, I, unmoving, look him dead in the eye & say,
“Let him watch.”
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What about the kid?
ellie williams i would also die for you
#the last of us#the last of us hbo#ellie williams#joel miller#tess servopoulos#illustration#artists on tumblr#environment#study#mine#can yall fucking believe that all that background practice actually worked
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i have a slur to say
#IS ANYONE ELSE GOING INSANE. DID I NOT MENTION THAT WE WERE GETTING CRUMBS WITH THE SIMILAR BUILDING STYLES#JOEL ARE YOU ON FUCKING TUMBLR#jamies bad posts#jamie liveblogs#also credit to my lovely lovely storm who pointed this out to me :33 i took the screenshots myself though#ethoslab#joel#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#smalletho#boat boys#hc s10#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hc10#hermitcraft s10#hermitcraft season 10#and#1k
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hey it's me still havent watched hermitcraft in maybe 2 years but what the FUCK do they have going on and is that playlist real
#my art#hc#hermitshipping#smalletho#hey is it ok to maintag hermitshipping now i dont know#why is joel better at making ship playlists than me. what the FUCK#ehhh if it's not ok to maintag just lmk ok#smallishbeans#ethoslab#art
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Let’s talk about this. Let’s talk about the fact that Henry has a gun pointed at Joel’s face, but Joel hears Ellie screaming his name, and he tries to go help her anyways. This man is already willing to risk it all for her safety and well-being. I’m ILL.
#fuck you tuck me in#the last of us#the last of us spoilers#tlou spoilers#joel miller#tlou#the last of us hbo#ellie williams#im crying#pedro pascal#bella ramsey#mine
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