Cowboy! Joel Miller x Female Reader
warnings: 18+ smut & angst ; riding, finger sucking, joel eating you out, cream pie. i hope i got everything.
summary: you and joel met in a bar one night after he bought you a drink. ever since you've been fuck buddies. it's been months and he still has yet to leave you like all your past arrangements. to you, it's more than just fucking each other, you have real feelings for him. the only problem is you're scared of what would happen if you asked him to stay, but you do it anyways.
AN: this is my first time EVER writing smut so i ammm sooo nervous. so sorry if this is bad but this song will not get out of my head and it was giving cowboy joel miller so i had to write it out. ENJOY
I always had a thing for cowboys, baby
Lovers come and go, but could you stay with me?”
inspired by " West Coast Prayer " by Nessa Barrett
“Keep going, baby,” He whispers as his lips brush against my ear. “Don’t stop.”
I try to ignore the feeling I get when he calls me “baby”. I have to remember it’s just sex talk.
I keep rolling my hips back and forth to catch that tightness that builds in my lower stomach. I look up at Joel, who is watching me as I continue to ride him. He’s wearing a cowboy hat, so I take it off and put it on myself.
“You’re something else.” He murmurs with a smirk as he moves his rough hand from squeezing my hip up to my face.
He cups my cheek and glides his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Fuckin’ riding me like a cowgirl.” He grunts. “My little cowgirl.”
I giggle and take his thumb into my mouth. I moan while I bob up and down on it, twirling my tongue. I never break eye contact with him.
“Oh, fuck” I pant out as he starts to fuck up into me. I choke out a sob as he doesn't skip a single beat, his cock moving in and out of me.
This is normal for Joel and me. We’ve known each other for a bit now. I was sitting at a bar alone in Hollywood when the bartender set down a shot in front of me.
“I didn’t order this,” I told the guy.
“I know you didn’t, but he did.” He points over to the man in the cowboy hat at the end of the bar top.”
I always had a thing for cowboys.
I look over as he tilts his hat and gets up to walk towards me. “Mind if I join?”
He’s gorgeous. Tall, has the perfect amount of facial hair, and dark brown eyes. He’s older, I can tell, but that hasn’t ever stopped me before.
The chit-chatting lasted about 5 minutes until he was throwing me around in the backseat of his Chevy.
“Shit! Yes! Just like that–fuckkkkkkk” I cried out as Joel was fucking me senseless.
Ever since then, we’ve sort of become good friends that fucked. In the past, when I’ve had agreements like this, it lasted a week or two before the guy I was with got bored and moved on. With Joel, it felt different. It’s been going on for about five months now, and he has yet to leave me.
That’s the scary part. I don’t want him to leave me, but I could never tell him that.
“Ya’ gonna come for me, baby?” He takes his hand and pushes it between our sweaty bodies. I feel his fingers rubbing on my clit, and it’s like lightning shoots over my entire body. The feeling of his fingers and cock feels so good, I never want it to stop.
“Yes, Joel, keep playing with my pussy. God yes!” He does what I say.
My vision starts to blur, so I throw the cowboy hat somewhere around the room and bury my face into his neck as I release onto him. He’s right there with me as I feel him fill me up with his come. Something I’ve grown very fond of ever since I got my IUD.
“That’s my good girl. I can feel you pulsing around my cock. Shittt.” He says as he slows down his thrusts. He holds my body against his, both hands sprawled across my back.
I begin to place small kisses against his neck, hoping it sends him a sign that it's more than sex to me. I don't want to only be affectionate during intimacy, but outside of it.
He moves my face out of his neck and pauses right before our lips touch. We breathe in each other's air for a second while he stares into my eyes, then our lips finally meet. His tongue massaging against mine. He makes noises that go straight to my clit.
One hand stays on my back, while the other cups my breast. His fingers pinch my nipple, which makes me whimper into the kiss.
Our lips finally break apart, and he lifts my hips up off his cock. I hiss as he watches his come spill slowly out of me, dripping down my slit.
“That view never gets fucking old.” He takes his fingers to scoop some come up and push it back inside me.
It’s dirty, filthy even but it honestly just gets me wet again.
He lifts me off his lap and sets me up against the headboard. He moves to lay on his stomach in front of me and I already know what he’s up to.
“Joel, I’m too sensitive right now,” I tell him as I’m still recovering from that orgasm. He hums as he kisses up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy.
“I’ll be gentle, baby. Let me clean you up.” I give in because the pain of the sensitivity starts to turn into pleasure. He licks from my hole all the way to my clit, and I’m already squirming.
He laps up his come that’s spilling out and swallows it. I feel his tongue start to fuck into my pussy, and I already feel another orgasm building up.
I bring my fingers up to his hair to hold his head in place.
“Shit Joel, you’re so good to me.” I jerk against his face.
And once again, I’m coming on him as he moans into my pussy.
“Fuck baby,” he breathes out, “I will never get sick of watching you come.”
He crawls up to me to give me a kiss on my forehead as he pushes his body against mine.
We sit there for a bit, him lightly running his fingers up and down my back while I have my hands playing with the ends of his hair.
It’s perfect. It’s all I want. To stay here in bed with him. To pretend like this is more than us messing around with each other. Just me and Joel.
Then the part I dread comes.
“I should probably go.” He sighs out. He says it as if it hurts him, but he does it anyways.
He starts finding his clothes that were thrown around the room from when we first got back to my apartment. I don’t say anything but turn my back towards him in the bed while he gathers his things.
He walks over to my side and crouches down so we’re face-to-face. My eyes were watery with tears, and the feeling of him not wanting me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he says as he brushes my hair behind my ear.
There's that pet name again.
I stare into his eyes and see how they are filled with concern. He’s trying to get a read on me.
I can’t do this anymore. Not without my feelings getting hurt.
“Why do you always have to go? Why can’t you just stay here with me?”
He scans over my face. His lips part like he's going to say something, but nothing comes out. I roll my eyes.
"Forget it, Joel. Just go." I say as I realize my assumptions of him only seeing us as fuck buddies are confirmed by his silence.
"N-No, Y/N, ya’ just took me by surprise, is all." He looks worried. "Do ya' really mean it? Ya’ want me to stay?" He brings his hand up to cup my cheek and wipes a tear that I didn't know had fallen.
"I always want you to stay." I whisper under my breath.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He says as he climbs back in the bed next to me. His arms wrap around me as I start to sob against his chest. “Ya’ never asked me to stay. It hurt me every time I had to leave ya’ baby doll. I’m sorry that I never realized ya’ wanted me here.”
He holds me until my cry’s calm down. I think I even fall asleep for a short amount of time from just having my eyes closed and being exhausted from what took place before this conversation.
He breaks the silence. “It was never just sex to me, Y/N.” I want ya’ to know that. I was just trying to let ya’ take the lead. I never wanted to make ya’ uncomfortable. I would’ve stayed with ya’ every night if I could, shit, I should’ve tried.”
I move myself out of his arms and sit in front of him. “You could never make me uncomfortable, Joel.” I smile at him. “Never.”
“C’mere, baby.” He says as he moves to where I can straddle him. Our foreheads touching each other as we look into each other's eyes. “I’m not goin' anywhere.”
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