Joel Dealing with His Girlfriend (pre-wifey): Milestone
Joel x F!Reader
Set when Joel and reader are still dating
Warnings: Talking about soft dicks. Joel goes to pound town. multiple orgasms. fucking until unconscious.
18+ ONLY
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A typical Saturday evening with your boyfriend usually involved you reading in bed while your aforementioned boyfriend hugged your abdomen and rested. Joel is coddled up against your stomach, breathing deeply into your shirt. His face smothered in your scent and touch. Body lax, breathing deep and steady. One leg tossed over your calf. Sometimes you’d run your fingers through his fluffy messy tuff of hair, earning low purrs from deep within his chest. He'd nuzzle his nose against your tummy with a soft grin.
It suddenly dawned on you.
You put your book down , accidentally smacking his head where he let out an 'oomf' into your stomach.
“Why have I never seen you soft before?” you ask.
Joel had started getting used to these kinds of questions from you. Something told him early on this is likely what life with you would be like, so might as well get used to it. He barely reacted aside from casually grumbling into your body: “S’never a time where you n’ me in the same room, and ya lookin’ at my dick, and it wouldn't be hard.”
But that wasn’t good enough for you. “That can’t be true. Roll over right now.”
But Joel didn’t budget.
So you used your surprising leg strength and flipped him like a pancake.
Joel tossed over easily, but the way your eyes laser beamed down at his crotch made him cover the area sheepishly with the pillow.
You saw it anyway, the clear print tent on his front jutting out.
“Are you hard right now??” You ask in disbelief.
“When ya lookin’ at me like that? Of course I am!” He retorts defensively, shifting his hardened dick to a more comfortable, more discrete location without his trousers.
“I’m not lookin at you any different way.”
“Every look ya give me makes me hard…” he admits. His ears turned red.
“But... When will I be able to see it soft…” you draw your eyes into a cute pout.
Joel rolls his eyes. “When I’m dead probably. I can't stay soft when I’m with you.”
“So you’re just walking around with a boner all day every day?”
“No. It’s only after I get to see you.”
You suck your cheek in, looking away. You don’t want him to notice the unavoidable grin plastered on your face from his open and unashamed confession.
You tap your finger on your book for a moment.
"I want to see it soft," you declare.
Joel lets out a chuckle. "Never gonna happen."
"I've known you for a year. I have to know. its like. A milestone. Or something..."
He raises his brow.
You double down. "'Or something', I said! Its a thing. Look it up." When he doesn't relent, you get up on your knees, tossing the book aside. "What do I have to do to make it soft."
Joel laughs, leaning back with one hand behind his head. "You know, there you have been in the same room as me when i've been soft many times, babygirl. Always the same situation."
"Why don't I remember??"
"Cus you're always too fucked out droolin' in the sheets by then," he says cockily.
Something about his smug sexy grin riles you up, and you quickly find yourself straddling atop him.
His hands instinctively seek purchase on your thighs, stroking them up and down while his eyes racked up and down the gorgeous sight of you on top of him. "This ain't helpin' ya get any closer to seein' the 8th wonder of the world..." He hums. To emphasize his point, he drags your clothed mound against his bulge.
It made your insides warm and fuzzy for a moment, your brain slipping into that dizzy realm of pleasure. The one that makes you sway and melt, do whatever the hell Joel wants, and sleep so good afterwards--
No! you were determined to see that thing floppin' around like a deflated wet balloon, even if it was the last thing you saw!
"I need you to get soft."
"Its too late. Im rock hard."
"Make it go backwards!"
"Cant go backwards. Only go forward. Care to find out?" He teases with a smirk. Joel sucks his lower lip as he slowly starts a steady rhymth, rocking you in place, his feet planted a little more firmly so you had no chance of escaping.
You let out a low whine. The only way out, was through. For as long as Joel knew you, you never backed out of a challege.
You also never really win at these things... but he loved how that fact never stopped you.
1 hour later...
The most desperate, pained, pleasurable croak you could muster gets muffled into the betsheets as you bite down on the fabric.
"Ah huh. How ya doin' sweatpea?" Joel huffs. Powerful hips drive into your ass repeatedly, his hands gripping your waist like he meant to leave bruises there. Each thrust sent your forehead scraping forward against the mattress. It took all your night not to fall off the side of the bed.
This fucker! you thought. How the fuck does he do this?
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he expertly angles his cock down, smacking your g spot repeatedly.
Like always, you'd lost count of your orgasms. Like always, you stopped using coherent words and instead resorted to babbling whines to communicate. and Like always, Joel wasn't anywhere near slowing down.
"I ain't hear you, baby." He lays his body closer to yours, chest top your back, slotting against you like a mould. Slow, deep, method rolls keeps his tip planted deep inside you.
He was so solid inside your body. Outside your body. all over you, all of him. His scent, his taste, his touch. Intoxicating and addicting over and over again.
That fucker!
You could feel his breath tickle your as he whispers: "You still waitin' to see it soft?"
Thirty minutes ago you would have ground your teeth and stuck it out with your middle finger up, ass even higher, and mind set to the sky.
But now?
Now you just hummed stupidly, eyes blurry with tears, and brain so switched off, its a miracle you could ever form a thought.
It took less than 20 minutes from that before you were face planted, unconscious in his pillow, a drooling sight he never got tired of.
Joel laid back next to you. He sighed heavily, body ablaze with sweat. You didn't notice it, but he had cum three times, and he was beat. That was usually his max, granted he had saved all week until he could get his hands on you. He was patient like that, waiting for when you'd be in the mood, and not pouncing on ya. Sex was better when you were a stubborn, determined little thing.
But he was exhausted. and true to his word, his cock sagged tiredly against his lower belly.
Joel raises his brow before brushing the hair from your face. If there was a chance you were awake to peak it, you would have shown sign of being alive right now. Instead, despite his best effort to poke your cheek awake, you snored deeply. A well earned rest.
A chuckle escapes his chest. "So much for milestones," he says to himself. He doesn't stop brushing your hair gently from your face. His thumb grazing the soft expanse of your cheek.
"My girl," he hums softly.
He remembered the first time you slept at his place over a year ago, and the thought of waking up to you like this every day plagued his mind.
Its the same thought that tumbles through his mind as he rolls the little velvet box in his hand. He keeps flicking it open, then closed, and the beautiful diamond ring flashes at him repeatedly.
"Whatdda think? You gonna like it?" He asks to your unconscious body, presenting the ring.
you let out an even louder snore.
"Yeah. let's hope that's a yes."
Joel tucks the ring back in his bedside drawer. Not today.
Some day.
Then, the thought dawned on him. A terrible, awful, unthought of one that could thwart that dream from every happening.
What if you said no, all because you never saw him soft???
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I just want you to know, my tumblr account I’ve had for years got banned cause I girlbossed too close to the sun for a week straight and when I made a new one, before doing anything else on this page, I searched “Joel miller preggo wife” to find your account and follow you. Because there’s no point in having a tumblr if I’m not following my beloved horny Pedro pascal page
💓❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙 I am so flattered that preggo wife joel could re light the way to the purpose in life onces again
I would pay good money to see how Din managed to get out of that little mud hut Grogu built. He almost died again, wakes up in a tight space, has to get out but doesn’t want to wake up Grogu, so he has to wriggle his way out. You just know the poor man STRUGGLED
Forever will be devastated they set that whole thing up to mirror luke out of place in Yoda's hut, only to not show us din waking up and smacking his head off the ceiling.
When joel got going renovating the house again, most of the projects were suspiciously limited to small rooms. For example, the laundry room suddenly needed an enclosed space with a door. Then he wanted to expand the closets so you had room to walk and rotate in there. Now? Apparently you needed a walk in closet.
"I dont get it--why? We have enough room," you ask him again as he rolls out the blueprints on the kitchen island. All the mumbo jumbo floor plan didnt make a lick of sense to you: you just wanted to pick the paint color and wood finishes.
"I told you," you says, no hint of annoyance despite you asking for the 5th time. "We can make a nice little organized spice drawer. And I'll add lights under the shelves so you can see better. I can also space the shelves better so we can fit those big boxes of animal crackers, and--"
It was really sweet of him. You could tell he was excited about this kind of stuff. Like a bird making a nest out of colorful things and good material.
It WAS really sweet of him. Until he finished, and all of the things that USED to be within your reach, were now subjected to the tippy top shelf. Even on your toes you couldnt reach it well.
Joel somehow always managed to be nearby when you were in the pantry.
He came up around you, holding your waist so you knew he was there, and then--
The door clicked shut, and the two of you were in the dark.
You could feel his lips kissing around your jaw and working his way down. "See? New pantry works just great..." he'd whisper, and oh could you feel that smirk pressed against your skin as he started unbuttoning your pants.
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tysm for answering my question! yes i assure you all in all it was a good experience and consensual and the guy was very nice and understanding. but yeah idk i just figured id reach out on here in case ppl with more experience had 2 cents to add, i can ask my friends too but idk we’re all around the same age and i think it’s nice to ask people i dont know as well
Good cuz id be ready to fight a guy if he wasnt 🫡.
Probably not as much engagement on here as other platforms but you can absolutely find a wild range of first time experiences to give you some comfort.
On father's day, you wanted to do a full day for activities for your man and the family, the four of you having fun and--
" i want ya to mow the lawn. And I want to watch tv."
You pause mid sentence about the bowling alley. "I what."
"Thats what I want," he nods, making it clear you didnt mis hear him.
"You really want me to mow the lawn."
"Yup."
You blink.
"I know youll do shit job i just want you to appreciate it."
You scoff, putting your hands on your hips "First of all, i do appreciate it, and second, ID DO A FANTASTIC JOB."
"Have you ever mowed the lawn before, baby?"
You open your mouth but close it after no instances come to mind.
But if thats what your hubby wants then by god, you'll do it. That sick fuck.
You're about 5 minutes in, wrestling with the bag for the second time already, covered in grass clippings, sun on your shoulders, lungs filled with dust, a few bites on your ankles already. Joel relaxes under the porch, sipping his overly sugar lemonade that the girls made him, laying back on the chair.
After several failed pulls of the starter cord, the thing lets out a cough but doesnt start. You let out a scream and kick the damn thing, giving the mower the middle finger.
Joel casually leans forward to his feet, dusting his hands. "Alright princess thats enough. Just wanted to see how it went--"
"NO I CAN DO IT--"
He approaches you ans gently places his hands over yours. "Youre blistering baby." He inspects your raw palm--it didnt seem possible but your fragile soft skin was definitely not made for pushing a mower. "Besides, already mowed yesterday. Blade aint even low enough to cut."
"So you just wanted to punish me," you huff in frustration, wiping your eyes of dirt.
He hugs you, "I thought it would be hot but turns out I really dont like watchin' ya doing labor. Now go get some sugary water with a splash of lemons and wash up." He kisses your head and pats your butt to send you inside.
You finally crash on the couch after a good shower. Joel at the center, ans the girls on either side. All of you think you're gonna find something fun but the bastard puts on college football.
The girls make a face but stay quiet, curling up with heads on his lap instead and closing their eyes.
Youre also feeling exhausted from the lackluster program, so you craddle your head against joel's chest.
"This is it?" You ask, slightly confused and disappointed by such a father's day.
But joel? Joel glances down at his girls at his side. 0 distractions, 0 things taking themselves away from him. All of you just stuck to him like glue, calm, peaceful, resting. He didnt give a shit about the game. It was just his way of being able to get his first moment of real peace, and happiness, despite all the busy schedules everyone has every day.
It was a perfect father's day.
Both girls were sleeping already. You let out a yawn and fall deeper into his embrace.
"I want you on top tonight," he whispers nonchalantly in your ear.
Your eyes bolt open.
"Um. Which...." you point to his face and his below.
hi i have a question, and you can decide to not answer this if you want bc it’s personal but how long did it take for it to stop hurting having sex if it did initially? ik some people just say losing their virginity is uncomfortable and other ppl say it hurts and for me it did kinda hurt unfortunately 🙄 but lowkey i thought the day or 2 afterwards it would be fine bc the first like “hurdle” is over, but i was surprised that it still wasn’t as enjoyable as i thought it’d be. I will also mention that im not sure if there’s been some change in my hormones bc ive been a little less in the mood over the last few months, but i dont think im going through a lot of stress?? idk if that just has to do with turning 25 idk
Hi my love! I just want to say that, while I have not had sex and cannot speak from experience, what I do know is that sex and discomfort is different for everyone, and I've heard many varying degrees of when or if it starts to feel comfoetable. I have some friends who have sex numerous times over many years and it still is incredibly painful and uncomfortable. Others who never felt any pain or discomfort during their first, or maybe felt a little and then by the third or fourth try it started feeling good. Others saying its neither uncomfortable or painful anymore, but they dont really get anything out of it either. The point being, dont stress about whether something "wrong" is happening. Dont force yourself to do something that causes pain, and especially dont force it if someone else is pressuring you.
If anyone would like to share their experience with sex to give OP, please share in the comments!
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You just got off the phone with Tommy: the boys were planning to hit the steakhouse, grab some drinks, and play pool table. And with all hard work your devoted husband had dedicated to feeding and burping and changing diapers over the last several years between the two girls, it was important he had his guy time! He'd always make sure you had girls right.
You clasp your hand together as you enter the bedroom "alright! Put your boots on! Youre going out!" You announce.
But you pause : joel was in his jammies, fluffing up your seceral comfort pillows, with his slotted spot already plotted next to you in the center of the bed (you see, so he could cuddle you), warm tea and fuzzy socks laid out, and a scalp massage hand on the table.
You both blink at each other silently.
"Um."
"Where we goin?" He asks. "Ice cream?"
"No honey, you--"
"Cake? Bubble tea?"
"Yourw going out with tommy."
He looks around for a second. "Why? What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing, its just--"
"I gotta bail him out or somethin? He can wait for the weekend to be over, im already lotioned--"
"JOEL." You hush him. "Youre going out with your guy friends to do guy things ans have a guy time."
He stays quiet. "You wouldnt like that."
"Yeah. I wouldn't. Which is why im not going."
"But youll be here. By yourself."
"Ill be okay, baby. I want you to have fun."
He looks down at his lap, fiddling his fingers. "But. I have fun here."
God you love that man. You slide in bed next to him and cup his face gently. "I have fun with you too baby but we do this all the time. Go out! Have fun! Be with your buddies."
Joel thinks about it: cigar smoke, pig skin being tossed on a tiny screen, burning alcohol, grunts and ass scratches.
Or.
Personal supple titties to hold, warmly cuddled in bed with a perfect ass against his achy boner, watching a movie until you fell asleep with his fingers stroking your soft hair.
"You're going."
"Dont take this from me. Please. Ill be so good. Im sorry for whatever I did, ill make it up! I-"
You chuckle. "Joel hanging out with your friends is NOT a punishment! You deserve a break from the girls!"
He wiggles his butt more firmly in the bed, sliding down slightly so he'd be coddled in the sheets permanently. "Im stayin'. Now get ya ass in this bed so I can hold your tits--hand."
You shake your head with a tut. "Pouty boy." He looks happy though as you start stripping to your thin silk night gown.
dude I got a bf and I kinda fell off reading fanfics for a while but I got back into it recently and i’ve been using your fics to get ideas for positions for me and my partner so thank you soo much!!!!
Insane place to land for seeking inspiration (from a certified virgin writing porn) and yet I am SO honored !
