Miller's girl

The NYPD charity gala was something you always looked forward to, yet were also nervous for. You love being able to tribute to those in needs but seeing your coworkers laughing and dancing in formal clothing was not something you’re used to.

While you were hiding by the rosé wine stand, away from the loud noise of the dancefloor ,you saw some beautiful looking almond cookies. Just as you put one in your mouth, you heard a familiar voice and caught a whiff of strong-smelling cologne.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you turned and saw you boss Mac Taylor. He didn’t look very different from his usual casual suit days, yet there was something more interesting about him tonight. Maybe he was just more relaxed, or maybe you’d had too many drinks but suddenly you saw him as you never had before.

“Oh hi Mac”, you said as you almost chocked on your cookie. “I’m doing well, and you?” you coughed lightly and he laughed.

“I’m doing just fine.” He replied, just as the background noise faded and slow music began to play.

“You wanna dance?” he said and your eyes went wide.

“Oh yes ofcourse.” He smiled and offered his hand to lay yours on it. And so you two moved to the dancefloor.

His hands rested just above your hips as you gazed out into the crowd.

“You don’t need to dance with me if you don’t want to you know that right.”

suddenly you looked up at him and shook your head.

“No, its not that. I’m just a little tired that’s all”.

But in reality, you were growing flushed and warm and you didn’t dare look him in the eyes or he would see you blushing.

“You look really beautiful by the way” he said and you smiled, now more than ever trying to stop yourself from blushing.

You were wearing a sexy long black halter dress with a cutout in the middle. Sure it might’ve been too much for a work gala, but it was the only dress that you could borrow from your best friend.

“Thank you so much. I was hoping it wouldn’t be too weird to wear it around my coworkers” you said and he smiled.

“Unless it’s around Flack right” he replied, and you were so taken aback, you didn’t know what to say. Mac looked around in the crowd, as if he was checking if no one heard him.

“Nothing really gets past you huh?” you said.

He looked back at you with a smile. “Not really. Its kind of my job.”  You nodded your head and took a deep breath. “I’m glad you finally know. It’s been hard to keep it a secret for this long, and I-“

Mac suddenly interrupted you with a question that you would never expect to hear from him. “Why him? You know how he is.”

You took your arms off him and stepped back. “apparently, I don’t? Is there something about him that’s bothering you?” you asked with a tone that was mixed with anger and hurt.

“You deserve someone who shows up,” Mac said but as he saw your sad face, he straighten himself.

“But you’re right. It’s not my place to tell you what to do.”

The air was filled with a different kind of tension now and after a moment, you finally spoke up.

“You wouldn’t be friends with him if you genuinely thought he has too many problems. Jealousy is not a good look on you Mac” He sighed and looked down. “You’re right I’m sorry. It’s just- “

“Hey guys. I’m so sorry for Interrupting” Don said as he suddenly appeared beside you.

“No don’t worry, you’re not interrupting honey.” You replied, pulling Don closer to kiss him on the mouth. His hands wandered to your butt and you let out a soft moan against his lips as he gently rubbed it.

The realisation suddenly hit Don so he pulled away and immediately looked over at mac who tried his best to compose himself.

“Don’t worry I figured it out a long time ago” Mac laughed awkwardly with his eyes meeting yours. You looked back at him briefly before turning your attention to Don again.

“So you don’t mind if I steal her from you now?” Don said to Mac.

“She’s all yours” he replied as he watched you disappear with him to God knows where.

And suddenly stella appeared next to Mac.

The threat hanging over your life was terrifying. A killer was hunting you, but his pattern was what made the FBI involved. He wasn't after you directly, he was systematically targeting every man you had been intimate with and the solution from the ‘Behavioral Analysis Unit’ was a 24/7 surveillance. You were told two of their best agents would be rotating shifts and the first one to arrive was Matt Simmons.

When you opened the door, the man standing there was nothing like the stern and impersonal federal agent you’d imagined. Instead, he was handsome and had a kind smile and his short-sleeved shirt revealed his toned, strong arms with a dark tattoo on it.

 A dirty thought whispered in your mind, maybe this confinement won't be so bad after  all.

"Hi, I'm Agent Matt Simmons," he said, his voice was warm and steady. He offered a small, professional smile as he held up his credentials. You shook his hand and his grip was firm and sure, and for a moment, you were genuinely star-struck, almost forgetting the fear that had been consuming you before.

Later that evening, the silence in your apartment had become heavy and suffocating. You wandered into the living room with your night robe tied securely, but suddenly feeling very aware of the thin fabric. Matt was sitting on your sofa, he was composed and calm but his eyes tracked your every move.

The clink of ice in your glass suddenly broke the silence. "Want one?" you asked, holding up your glass. The refusal was immediate and polite. "I'm on duty." You couldn't help but laugh. "Relax, Agent Simmons. It's water."

This time, his smile reached his eyes, crinkling the corners of it. "You've got me there," he said and his demeanour softened. "Thank you." He said as he took the glass, his fingers brushed against yours. It was a fleeting touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight up your core.

You didn't sit in the armchair but instead, you settled on the sofa beside him, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The energy between you suddenly felt charged

The feeling of boredom, loneliness, and a desperate need to feel something other than terror made you bold.

"So," you began, tucking your legs beneath you and turning to face him as the fabric of your robe shifted. "Tell me something about you. I'm stuck in here, I'm bored, and I'm officially declaring myself nosy."

He chuckled, a low, pleasant sound that vibrated in the space between you. "My life's not as exciting as you might think."

"Mm, I don't believe that for a second." You said with a playful tone. You leaned forward to place your glass on the coffee table and as you pulled back, you didn't retreat to your side of the couch. Instead, your gaze dropped to his forearm.

Slowly, almost as if in a trance, you reached out and let your fingertips ghost over the tattoo on his skin. It was warm, the muscle beneath was firm yet soft as you dragged your finger along the dark, inked lines feeling him go perfectly still.

You lifted your eyes to his, your gaze heavy and intentionally sultry. "A man with tats like these," you murmured with your voice dropping to an intimate volume, "doesn't get them without a few spicy stories to tell." You bit your lower lip while watching him.

A slow and knowing smile touched his lips as was the silent acknowledgment of the line you were both slowly crossing. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice a low, intimate rumble that was meant for you and you alone.

His hand went to your chin, his thumb stroking your jawline with a surprising tenderness that made you smile softly. He was giving you a choice, even now. That small gesture was your undoing. He gently brought your face closer, closing the final inch until his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration that was filled with a heat that had been simmering since he walked through your door. And before you knew it,you shifted to straddle his lap with your knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his hips.

Matt was the one to pull away, breathing a little heavily. He let out a soft, breathless laugh, his forehead resting against yours. "Hey, sweet girl," he murmured, his voice husky. "I need to protect you. I can't be... distracted."

You looked at him, your eyes wide and pleading, your body aching with a need that you’ve never felt before. "I'd rather do something without a protection from you," you whispered, winked at him and sealed your argument by capturing his lips in another kiss.

This one was not soft. It was intense and hungry. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, and you heard him moan with a low and deep sound of pure want that vibrated into your mouth as you grind your hips against the hard denim of his jeans seeking friction.

You were only in your underwear beneath the robe, and the damp silk of your panties rubbed against the rough fabric, sending sparks through your entire body. He took full advantage of his large and warm hands that were sliding the robe from your shoulders, letting it pool around your waist. His dark eyes drank in the sight of you in your black lace bra and his gaze was so hot, it almost made you melt.

"You smell so good," he murmured against the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips made your head spin and your thoughts going hazy.

"Agent, please," you begged, your voice a broken whisper as you threw your head back, offering him more space on your neck. "Touch me."

"Be patient, sweetheart," he said gently, but his actions were anything but slow as he lowered his head to kiss the swell of your breasts above the lace. His slender fingers moved to your back, tracing your spine until they lingered teasingly over the clasp of your bra.

"May I?" he asked, his voice a rough, formal courtesy that was wildly at odds with the situation.

"Yes," you breathed, your own voice barely audible. "Please."

With a practiced flick of his wrists, he undid the clasp. He drew the garment away as his eyes were darkening at the sight of you, fully exposed to him. He didn't hesitate lowering his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking until a sharp, desperate moan was torn from you. His hands held your hips steady, anchoring you as you arched against him, completely lost in the sensation.

Your hands flew to the zipper of his jeans, fingers fumbling with the metal in your haste but his hands closed over yours, stopping you. You looked up and were confused and breathless.

He let out a strained breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I— fuck... My colleague uh..boss will be here soon. Emily. I can't risk her seeing this” as he gestured at the intimate space between you on the couch.

A sly smile touched your lips. You leaned in, you whispered against his ear. "Don't worry. I'll be quick, I promise."

He let out a shaky laugh. "Alright, I guess I can't see her with a hard-on either."

You laughed as he lifted his hips to remove his jeans and underwear. The sight of him, fully revealed and wanting, made your mouth water. You quickly removed your own underwear and the cool air flushed against your heated skin.

Hovering above him, you slowly lowered yourself when a sharp gasp escaped you as you took him in. You had intended to be quick, but he was so much bigger than you'd anticipated and was stretching you deliciously , making you struggle for a moment to adjust.

Matt was impatient and with a deep groan, he thrust his hips up, burying himself inside you completely. The sudden and deep movement made you cry out and fall forward, your hands slamming against his now bare and toned chest.

His hand flew to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair in a soothing gesture. "I'm sorry," he murmured, though he didn't sound sorry at all. "But you said you were quick." He said and you could feel the curve of your own smile against the damp skin of his shoulder and your body already began to move in a slow, rocking rhythm.

His hands settled on your hips, guiding you and then gripping you tighter as you found your pace. The room was now filled with the sound of your shared pleasure, soft moans and ragged breaths. "Fuck, Agent... this feels so good," you gasped, the title feeling dirty yet delicious on your tongue.

He groaned in response, his head falling back, just as the ringtone of his work phone shattered the moment.

"Shit," Matt hissed, glancing at the screen. "That's my Unit Chief." He hesitated, his eyes wide with panic.

"It's alright,answer it."

He grabbed the phone, swiping to answer with a trembling hand. "Yes Emily?" he said, his voice strained but impressively steady.

And that's when you began to move again. A slow, deliberate roll of your hips.

His grip on your hip tightened instantly, his fingers digging in so hard you knew they would leave bruises but you didn't mind. He shot you a stern, warning look, a silent plea to stop while he was talking to his boss.

You ignored it and increased your pace just slightly.

He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip so hard to stifle a moan that made his lip bleed a bit. "So you're on your way here?" he managed to ask Emily while focusing on controlling his breathing and voice.

You smirked, riding him with renewed purpose, kicking on the power you had in this impossible situation.

Emily's affirmative reply came through the line. "Alright," Matt choked out. "I'll tell her. And I'll... finish up here." He ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

The second the line was dead, he flipped you over onto your back with a growl, pinning you to the couch. "You're going to be the death of me," he breathed, before driving into you with a frantic, final pace. He was chasing his release, and you were right there with him, the coil in your belly tightening to a breaking point.

He wasn't planning on finishing inside you, but the sudden unmistakable sound of an SUV pulling into your driveway sent him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust and a choked cry, he spilled into you, the intense, unexpected warmth triggering your own climax.

"Shit, she's here," he gasped, pulling out of you and scrambling off the couch. He yanked his pants up in a hurry and you moved just as quickly, snatching your bra and panties and shoving them deep underneath the couch before tying your robe securely around you.

The sharp sound of the doorbell made your heart rate go up. You watched Matt as he subtly smoothed a hand over his hair before walking to your front door.

He opened the door to reveal another strikingly attractive person. This one was a woman with grey hair and a presence of effortless authority. They exchanged a few quiet words before Matt glanced back at you showing you a soft look in his eyes. "Get some rest," he said, before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

The new agent walked toward you, her heels quiet on the floor. "Hi, I'm SSA Emily Prentiss," she said, offering a small, confident smile as she shook your hand. You introduced yourself as your mind was reeling. Was everyone in the BAU this ridiculously attractive? Like seriously if this was the company you kept when your life was in danger, maybe it was worth it and should it happen more often.

"You can come sit next to me," you offered, gesturing to the space on the couch that was  recently occupied by Matt.

Emily let out a light, warm laugh and settled beside you and the air immediately felt different with her there.

"So," you began, feeling bold. "Are there any other devastatingly sexy people going to be taking care of me today, or is it just you and Matt? Uh, I mean... Agent Simmons." You looked down, a little embarrassed by your own forwardness.

Emily's smile was knowing. "No, sorry. You're stuck with me for the rest of the night."

You bit your lip, meeting her gaze. "That's fine... I don't discriminate."

Feeling a sudden need for composure, you got up to get her a glass of water. But as you stood, a warm liquid escaped your pussy, landing on your couch.

"Fuck," you whispered, freezing in horror.

Emily's eyes dropped to the small, glistening stain and then flicked back to your flushed face. An understanding looked appeared in her face, followed by a glint of dark amusement.

"Right," she said, her voice low. "I see you and Agent Simmons didn't spend all your time on small talk."

Before you could process what was happening, she took your hand, her grip firm but not harsh, and guided you back down onto the couch. Your heart hammered against your chest as she looked down at you, her gaze intense and commanding. No wonder she's the Unit Chief, you thought. You loved how stern and bossy she was.

"Open your thighs," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

A shiver ran through you and you did as you were told, your robe fell open to reveal your naked body. You lay there, exposed and vulnerable with your knees apart. Emily slowly traced a single, cool finger over your sensitive clit, drawing a sharp and involuntary moan from your lips.

Then, she did something that made you shiver. She collected the evidence of Matt's presence, the cum that was still leaking from you and with a possessive, deliberate touch she pushed it back inside you.

"You naughty girl," she whispered, watching your face change with a mixture of shame and overwhelming pleasure.

Her eyes travelled up your body to your breasts. "Please," you begged, your voice shaky. "Will you suck them?"

She gave a low, throaty laugh. "Hmmm, I don't know about that, baby," she smiled as her fingers found your nipple and started rolling it slowly, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "I'll decide what I do to you."

Her fingers trailed back down your stomach and returned to your aching pussy. She inserted two fingers smoothly, curling them inside you. You cried out, arching your back.

"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "You're probably so sensitive from Agent Simmons fucking your brains out."

You could only nod, tears of overwhelming sensation welling in your eyes. "Please..." you begged again, unsure what you were even asking for.

She moved her fingers inside you, slow and deliberate at first, a rhythm that was almost relaxing. Then, she leaned close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, "Now, I'm going to go faster. I'm going to make you cum like no man ever could."

And she did. Her fingers became a machine, thrusting into you with a relentless and perfect rhythm while her thumb pressed tight circles on your clit. The pleasure was unbearable as a coil was tightening deep in your belly. Your mind shattered, and in a breathless and desperate moan you screamed ‘daddy’!

She stopped instantly and you whined at the loss of sensation, cursing yourself.

"Daddy, huh?" she repeated, a slow, approving smile spreading across her lips. "I actually kind of like that."

Then she kissed you. It was a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of power and left your mind hazy and blank. As her tongue explored your mouth, she finally lowered her lips to your other nipple, the one Matt hadn't touched and started sucking and biting until you saw stars. Her fingers kept working on you and the climax crashed over you without warning.

You squirted all over her hand, a wave of pure, mind-numbing release. Your head fell back over the arm of the couch, and you almost passed out as the world was going white around the edges.

Through blurry eyes, you saw Emily look down at the mess you made. your squirt mixed with Matt's cum was now glistening on her fingers making her proud of herself with a hint of possessive feelings over you.

A weak, satiated smile touched your lips before the exhaustion claimed you, and you fell into a deep, immediate sleep.

You and Abraham were on a supply run together, rumbling through the abandoned streets in the old fire truck. The sun beat down mercilessly, but neither of you minded—survival had long since hardened you to discomfort.

You wore a pair of fitted capri jeans and a snug tank top, practical but still clinging to your frame in a way that made Abraham’s gaze linger when he thought you weren’t looking. As for him, his cargo pants and white tank top did little to hide his broad chest and thick, muscular arms, the fabric straining with every movement.

The two of you had just cleared out a small horde of walkers near an overrun gas station, leaving your clothes splattered with dark, sticky blood. The smell clung to you, metallic and rotten, making your skin crawl. You wiped your hands on your jeans, but it did little to help—just smeared the mess further.

Abraham wiped his knife clean on his pants before sheathing it, then turned to you with that usual confident smirk. "I’ll go look over there for more supplies," he said, jerking his thumb toward the back of the building. "Can you handle bein’ alone for a sec?"

You nodded, rolling your shoulders to shake off the tension. "Yeah, I’ll be fine. Don’t get yourself killed." His grin widened, and he winked. "Don’t you worry ‘bout me, sweetheart. I can take care of myself."

With that, he strode off, his heavy boots crunching over broken glass. You watched him go for a moment before turning back to the fire truck, swinging open the door and climbing inside. The truck gave you a moment of rest from the oppressive heat, and you exhaled, letting yourself relax for the first time in hours.

You unzipped your bag, going through the contents until your fingers brushed against something soft. Frowning, you pulled it out—a white lace miniskirt, delicate and entirely impractical for the apocalypse. You had no idea why you’d even packed it. Blame it on hormones, you thought with a quiet laugh.

Maybe it was the ovulation talking, or maybe it was just the sheer absurdity of life now—where death lurked around every corner, but human desire never really faded.

Birth control was hard to come by these days, and whenever you and Abe got carried away, he was careful to pull out. Not that you’d mind if he didn’t—not anymore. Alexandria was safe, stable. The idea of a little one running around, with his fiery hair and your stubbornness, wasn’t the worst thought in the world.

You peeled off your blood-soaked jeans, the fabric stiff and clinging unpleasantly to your skin. The lace miniskirt was an impractical choice, but the soft material felt freeing against your thighs.

After a moment of hesitation, you stepped out of the truck, the breeze ghosting over your bare legs as you climbed onto the roof, rifle in hand.

The sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the empty streets. You scanned the area, finger resting lightly on the trigger, ready to pick off any walkers that stumbled too close.

Then Abraham’s voice cut through the quiet, rough with amusement.

“Hey! What happened to your pants? You givin’ the walkers a free show now?”

You turned your head, glancing down at him where he stood near the truck, arms crossed over his chest, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.

“No one’s stopping you from watching,” you teased, biting your lip.

He chuckled, deep and warm, shaking his head. “Oh hell, girl, I’m definitely watchin’. But are you tryin’ to get me killed or what? ‘Cuz Goddamn, that’s a nice view. Don’t know how I’m s’posed to focus on walkers like this.”

You grinned, shifting slightly to give him a better angle. “Then come up here. You’ll be safer with me.”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice, darlin’,” he growled, hauling himself onto the roof in one smooth motion.

The moment he settled beside you, his gaze raked over your body—slow, deliberate—from the hem of your skirt riding up your thighs to the dip of your tank top, where the fabric clung just a little too tight. You noticed, of course, and didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened.

“Come closer, Daddy,” you murmured, voice low.

Abraham didn’t hesitate.

In one swift movement, he closed the distance between you, his calloused hand cradling your face as he crushed his lips to yours. The kiss was hot, all hunger and barely restrained need, but there was something softer beneath it—something that made your chest ache. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and for a moment, the world faded.

The approaching groans of walkers was long forgotten. All that mattered was the heat of his mouth, the rough scrape of his mustache against your skin, the way his fingers tightened possessively on your hip.

Until a particularly loud snarl shattered the moment.

Abraham broke the kiss with a rough exhale, resting his forehead against yours. “Damn it not now” he muttered.

You smirked to yourself and turned back to your rifle, settling onto your stomach on the sun-warmed metal of the fire truck’s roof. Abraham’s gaze burned into you—you could feel it, heavy and possessive, tracing every shift of your body.

Deliberately, you arched your back, lifting your ass just a little higher under the pretense of adjusting your aim. “Gotta get a better shot,” you murmured, peering through the scope.

Abraham let out a low, knowing chuckle. “Uh-huh. Real tactical, sweetheart.”

You exhaled, steadying your breath, and pulled the trigger. The walker’s skull snapped back, collapsing into the dirt.

When you glanced over your shoulder, Abraham had already unbuttoned his cargo pants, freeing his cock—thick, heavy, veins standing in stark relief under the fading sunlight. Your mouth watered at the sight.

“Stay on lookout,” he ordered, voice rough.

You turned back to the rifle, pulse hammering, but before you could even pretend to focus, his hands were on you—big, calloused palms squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh before dragging your damp underwear aside. A thick finger slid into you without warning, and you gasped, fingers tightening around the rifle.

“Fuck, babe,” he growled, curling his finger just right, making your hips jerk. “Shootin’ walkers get you this wet?”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as another figure shambled into view. “Abe, I—fuck—I need to—”

“What, you gonna cum already?” he teased, adding a second finger, stretching you deliciously.

You laughed breathlessly, struggling to keep your voice steady. “N-no, I need to kill walkers.”

His breath hit your ear, hot and wicked. “Then let’s see how many you can take down with my dick stuffed inside you.”

Your heart pounded—part thrill, part fear. The risk was intoxicating: the groans of the dead too close, the need to stay silent, conflicting with the way he filled you, ruined you.

And then he was pushing in, slow, letting you feel every inch. Your head dropped forward, a whimper escaping as you fought to keep your aim steady.

“Eyes forward, soldier,” Abraham rumbled, hips flush against you. “Don’t miss.”

His cock was buried so deep inside you, the thick head brushing against your cervix with every slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation was maddening—bliss edged with sweet torture.

A broken moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it, and Abraham’s hand clamped over your mouth, his grip rough but his eyes burning with dark amusement.

"Baby, don’t lure ‘em all here with those dirty sounds," he growled, breath hot against your ear. You nodded, biting your lip as he removed his hand.

He’d never fucked you like this before—agonizingly slow, each drag of his length leaving you trembling. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, your nails digging into your rifle as you whined.

"Need you to go faster, Daddy, or I’ll never cum," you pleaded, voice shaking.

Abraham smirked, the bastard, his hips rolling just hard enough to make you gasp. "Look at you," he murmured, "begging me to fuck you harder while the dead come for us."

You hated how much that thrilled you.

But he gave in, snapping his hips forward with a force that punched the air from your lungs. The sudden pace had you arching, your back pressing against the cold metal of the truck’s roof as he drove into you, relentless. Pleasure coiled tight in your belly, threatening to snap—and then the words spilled out before you could stop them.

"Cum in me, please–I need to feel you, need your warmth inside me. Wanted it so bad for so long–fuck, please–"

Abraham’s grip on your waist turned bruising. You’d never begged like that before, and the effect was instant. His rhythm stuttered, his control became ragged. Your hands, which had been clutching the rifle beside you, now scrambled for the edge of the truck as he pounded into you, the force of his thrusts making the entire vehicle rock.

Somewhere in the haze, you registered the groans of walkers closing in.

Abraham didn’t stop.

One hand left your hip, snatching up his gun in a fluid motion. A single shot rang out and a walker dropped just feet away. But his hips never stilled, his cock filling you so perfectly you could’ve cried.

Then your climax hit, sudden and overwhelming. Your walls clenched around him, a silent scream trapped behind your teeth as you bit down on your lip hard enough to taste blood. Abraham groaned, his free hand tangling in your hair as he watched your juices coat his length when he pulled out—only to slam back in, fucking you through it.

You collapsed forward, limp and weak, letting him use you like his own personal fleshlight as he chased his own release. Another walker lurched into view—bang. Another shot. Another corpse hitting the dirt.

Then, with a ragged curse, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cum flooding your cunt in thick, pulsing waves. The heat of it was intoxicating, claiming, and for one reckless second, you never wanted him to pull out.

Reality crashed back when a decaying hand slapped against the truck’s side.

The sun was setting over the rolling hills of the countryside, casting a golden hue over the sprawling farmland. You hadn’t been home in months, and the familiar scent of hay and earth filled your lungs as you stepped out of your car. Your dad’s farmhouse stood in the distance, its porch light flickering like a beacon. You stretched your arms, feeling the stiffness from the long drive melt away. College life had kept you busy, but there was something about coming home that always grounded you.

As you grabbed your bags from the trunk, you noticed movement in the neighboring field. Two figures on horseback were riding along the fence line, their silhouettes sharp against the fading light. You squinted, trying to make out who they were. Your dad had mentioned new neighbors moving in, but you hadn’t expected them to look like that.

One of the men tipped his hat in your direction, and your stomach did a little flip. You quickly looked away, pretending to fumble with your bags. When you glanced back, they were closer, their horses trotting toward you. Your heart raced as you realized just how big they were—both in stature and presence. 

“Well, well, what do we got here?” The first man’s voice was deep, smooth, and laced with a teasing edge. He dismounted his horse with ease, his boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. His dark hair was peppered with gray, and his hazel eyes locked onto yours. He wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. You swallowed hard.

“Joel,” he introduced himself, tipping his hat again. “You must be the college kid your dad’s been braggin’ about.” You nodded, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m, uh, just visiting over the break.”

The second man swung down from his horse, his movements fluid and confident. He looked tougher than Joel, with a smirk that could only be described as dangerous. His leather jacket and black hat gave him a roguish charm, and his eyes–dark and calculating–seemed to see right through you. “Name’s Negan,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. “And let me tell you, darlin’, you’re a sight for sore eyes. We don’t get too many pretty faces around here.” You felt your cheeks flush, and you quickly looked down at your shoes. “Nice to meet you both,” you mumbled, suddenly very aware of how out of place you felt in your city clothes.

Joel chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Don’t let Negan scare you off. He’s all bark, no bite.” Negan feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Now, Joel, that’s just hurtful. I’m a gentleman through and through.” He turned his attention back to you, his smirk widening. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The tension between the three of you was palpable, and you couldn’t tell if it was intimidation or something else entirely that had your heart racing.

Joel stepped closer, his eyes softening just a fraction. “You need help with those bags?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, I’ve got it. Thanks, though.” Negan leaned against the fence, crossing his arms over his chest. “You sure? We’re just a couple of friendly neighbors, always willin’ to lend a hand.” “Or two,” Joel added, his lips quirking into a half-smile.

You laughed nervously, gripping the straps of your bags tighter. “I’m good, really. But thanks.”

They exchanged a look, one that you couldn’t quite decipher, before Joel nodded. “Alright then. You know where to find us if you need anything.” Negan tipped his hat, his smirk never wavering. “And I do mean anything, darlin’.”

You watched as they mounted their horses and rode off, their laughter carrying on the wind. As soon as they were out of sight, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Your dad’s voice calling your name snapped you out of your daze, and you hurried toward the house, your mind still reeling from the encounter.

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The next morning, you decided to explore the farm, hoping to clear your head. The air was crisp, and the sound of birds chirping filled the silence. You wandered toward the old barn, where your dad kept his tools and equipment. As you approached, you heard voices—deep, familiar voices. 

“You think she’ll come around?” Negan’s voice carried a playful tone. “Dunno,” Joel replied. “She seemed pretty skittish.” You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. Were they talking about you? Before you could retreat, Negan’s voice called out.

“Well, well, look who decided to join us.” You turned to see Joel and Negan leaning against the barn, their eyes fixed on you. Joel had a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Negan twirled a piece of straw between his fingers. They looked like they’d stepped right out of a Western movie, and you felt like the damsel in distress. “Didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said, taking a step back.Joel shook his head. “You’re not interruptin’. We were just talkin’ about you, actually.”Your eyes widened. “Oh?”

Negan pushed off the barn and sauntered toward you, his smirk firmly in place. “Yeah, darlin’. We were wonderin’ if you’d let us show you around. You know, give you the grand tour.” You glanced between them, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “I, uh, I don’t want to be any trouble.” Joel stepped forward, his voice softer this time. “It’s no trouble. We’d like to get to know you better.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. There was something in his tone-something that made your stomach flutter. Negan, on the other hand, was all charm and mischief, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Negan asked, his voice low and teasing. “You up for a little adventure?”You hesitated, but something about the way they were looking at you—like you were the only person in the world—made you nod. “Okay. Just… don’t let me fall off a horse or anything.”

Negan laughed, a rich, hearty sound that made your cheeks heat up. “Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll take real good care of you.”Joel’s hand brushed against yours as he took one of your bags, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. “C’mon,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Let’s get started.”As they led you toward the stables, you couldn’t help but feel like you were stepping into something much bigger than yourself. The tension between the three of you was undeniable, and you had a feeling this weekend was going to be anything but ordinary.

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Joel and Negan had taken you riding across the fields, their easy banter and playful teasing making you feel both exhilarated and flustered. By the time you returned to your dad’s farmhouse, the sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. You were still buzzing from the adventure, your cheeks flushed and your heart light.

As you stepped inside, your dad looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow. “Where’ve you been all day?” he asked, his tone casual but curious.“I, uh, met the neighbors,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Joel and Negan. They showed me around.”Your dad’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Those two, huh? They’re quite the characters. Good men, though. Hard workers.” He paused, then added, “Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tomorrow? Be neighborly.” Your stomach did a little flip at the thought of spending more time with them, but you nodded. “Sure, I’ll ask them.”

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The next day, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, agonizing over what to wear. You finally settled on a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top, the lace of your bra just barely peeking out at the edges. It was casual but flirty, and you couldn’t help but wonder what Joel and Negan would think.

The doorbell rang just as you were finishing up in the kitchen, and you called out to your dad, “I’ll get it!” You opened the door to find Joel standing there, looking every bit the rugged cowboy in his plaid shirt and jeans. His hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just showered, and he held a bottle of wine in one hand. His eyes softened as they landed on you, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Hi there, sweetheart,” he said, his voice warm and smooth. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. You felt your face heat up instantly, and you hoped he didn’t notice how your breath hitched.“Hi, Joel,” you managed to say, stepping aside to let him in. “Negan’s not with you?”

“He’ll be here in a bit,” Joel replied, handing you the bottle of wine. “Had somethin’ to take care of first.”

You led him into the living room, where your dad greeted him with a firm handshake. The two of them fell into easy conversation, and you busied yourself in the kitchen, trying to calm your racing heart. Joel’s presence was overwhelming in the best way, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he chatted with your dad.  Five minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time, when you opened the door, Negan stood there, his signature smirk already in place. 

He was dressed in his usual leather jacket and jeans, a six-pack of beer in one hand. His dark eyes swept over you in a way that made your knees weak. “Well, well, darlin’,” he drawled, his voice dripping with charm. “You look… damn good.” His gaze lingered on the lace of your bra peeking out from your tank top, and you felt your cheeks burn. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering just a fraction longer than Joel’s had. The scent of leather and cologne filled your senses, and you had to grip the doorframe to steady yourself.

“Negan,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Come on in.”

He stepped inside, his eyes never leaving yours. “Thanks, sweetheart. Brought some beer for the occasion.”

You blushed furiously, unable to form a coherent response. Negan chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, and followed you into the living room. He greeted your dad with a hearty handshake and a joke, and soon the three of them were laughing like old friends.

As you set the table, you couldn’t help but feel the tension in the air. Joel’s quiet intensity and Negan’s bold charm created a dynamic that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Every time Joel’s eyes met yours, you felt a jolt of electricity, and every time Negan flashed you that devilish grin, your stomach did somersaults.

Dinner was a lively affair, filled with stories and laughter. Joel was surprisingly sweet, offering to help you clear the table and refill your glass of wine. Negan, on the other hand, was relentless in his teasing, his comments always toeing the line between flirty and inappropriate—though he kept it toned down around your dad. At one point, you caught Joel’s eye as you licked your fork in a slow, deliberate motion, your lips curling into a subtle smirk. His gaze darkened, and he shifted in his seat, clearly affected. Negan, sitting across from you, noticed the exchange and raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. Your dad, engrossed in a story about the farm, didn’t notice a thing.

After dinner, Negan leaned back in his chair and stretched. “Mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked your dad.“Upstairs, first door on the left,” your dad replied, gesturing toward the staircase. Negan nodded and headed upstairs, his boots thudding against the wooden steps. As he reached the landing, he noticed a slightly open drawer in your room. Curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked inside. His eyes landed on a pair of cute pink lace panties with a delicate ribbon on the front. He bit his lip, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having.

“Did you find it?” your dad shouted from downstairs, snapping Negan out of his reverie.

“Yeah, got it!” Negan called back, quickly closing the drawer—though not all the way—and making his way to the bathroom. He took a deep breath, trying to shake the image of those panties from his mind, but it was no use. When he returned downstairs, he avoided your gaze, though you noticed the faint flush on his cheeks. Joel, ever observant, raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

After Joel and Negan left, you went upstairs to your room and noticed the drawer slightly ajar, the pink panties peeking out. A slow smile spread across your face as you realized what had happened. You chuckled to yourself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction.“Those cowboys,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. “What am I going to do with them?”

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The next morning, the sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the farm. You woke up to the sound of your dad groaning in the living room. He was sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, looking every bit the picture of a man who’d had one too many beers the night before. 

“Dad?” you called out, trying not to laugh. “You okay?” He groaned again, waving a hand in your direction. “Joel called. Said he’d come over to help me with the fence on the south side of the property. But I… I don’t think I’m gonna make it, kiddo.”

You bit back a laugh, walking over to him. “You’re hungover, aren’t you?”

He peeked at you from under his arm, his face pale but amused. “Maybe. Just a little. That Negan and his damn beer… I swear, that man could drink a horse under the table.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “It’s okay, Dad. I’ll help Joel. You just rest.” He sighed in relief, giving you a grateful smile. “You’re a lifesaver, sweetheart. Tell Joel I’ll owe him one.”

You nodded, heading back to your room to get ready.

You decided to wear a white tank top that hugged your figure just right, the neckline dipping just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Your jean shorts were a little shorter than usual, riding high on your thighs, and you paired them with your red cowboy boots. You glanced in the mirror, running a hand through your hair, and smiled. You looked good, and you knew it.

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When you stepped outside, the heat of the day hit you like a wall. You spotted Joel in the distance, bent over the hood of his truck, his muscles straining as he worked on something under the hood. His plaid shirt was tied around his waist, leaving him in a plain white short sleeve top that clung to his broad shoulders and strong arms. You felt your stomach flutter as you approached him.

“Hey, Joel!” you called out, waving as you got closer.

He straightened up, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His brown eyes landed on you, and a slow, easy smile spread across his face. “Well, hey there, sweetheart. What’re you doin’ out here?”You shrugged, trying to act casual despite the way your heart was racing. “Dad’s a little… under the weather. Said he owed you one for bailing on the fence.”

Joel chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “That old man ain’t washed up against a little hangover, huh? But that’s alright. I’ll take good care of ya, darlin’.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the way he said “darlin’” in that thick Texan drawl of his. You stood there for a moment, watching as he went back to working on his truck. His hands were rough and calloused, but they moved with a precision that was almost mesmerizing. You couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed under his shirt, the fabric clinging to his chest and stomach.

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The next two hours were a blur of chores. Joel had you helping him with everything from fixing the fence to hauling hay bales. He was patient with you, showing you how to do things the right way, but there was always that undercurrent of tension between you. Every time his hand brushed against yours, or his eyes lingered on you a little too long, you felt your breath catch.

Finally, Joel gestured to his truck. “Alright, darlin’. Last chore of the day. Gonna need you to help me wash this ol’ girl.” You nodded, grabbing a bucket and filling it with water from the hose. Joel did the same, and for a moment, the two of you worked in silence, scrubbing the truck down. But then, out of nowhere, Joel splashed a handful of water at you, hitting you square in the chest.

You gasped, the cold water soaking through your tank top. “Joel!” you squealed, glaring at him. He laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made your stomach flip. “What? Just tryin’ to cool you off, sweetheart.”You narrowed your eyes, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

Before he could react, you scooped up a handful of water and threw it at him, hitting him right in the chest. His shirt clung to his body, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way it revealed the outline of his muscles. He had that perfect dad bod—strong and solid, with just the right amount of softness. You bit your lip, crossing your legs as you felt a heat pool in your stomach.

Joel noticed the way you were looking at him, and his smile turned into something darker, more intense. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face, and took a step closer to you. “Eyes up here darlin’,” he said, his voice low and rough.

You didn’t have time to respond before his arm was around your waist, pulling you against him. His other hand cupped your face, and then his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. Your hands flew to his neck, tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck as you deepened the kiss. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced—raw, passionate, and completely overwhelming.

Joel’s hands moved down your body, one gripping your waist while the other slid under your ass, lifting you effortlessly onto the hood of his truck. You gasped into his mouth as he kissed you again, his lips moving to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips as his hands roamed over your body.

His fingers found the button of your jeans, and before you could even think to stop him, he had them undone, sliding them down just enough to reveal the cute pink lace panties you were wearing—the same ones Negan had seen the day before. Joel let out a low groan, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, darlin’. You’re so damn cute.”You blushed, but before you could say anything, his hand was sliding your panties to the side, his thick fingers finding your wet folds. You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand as he slid a finger inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but cry out, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Joel kissed you again, his lips swallowing your moans as he worked you with his fingers. But then, just as quickly as it had started, he pulled away, cursing under his breath. He slid your shorts back up, his hands trembling slightly, and took a step back. “Joel?” you asked, your voice shaky and confused.He ran a hand over his face, his breathing heavy. “I… I gotta go,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I shouldn’t have…” He trailed off, shaking his head before turning and walking away, leaving you sitting on the hood of his truck, your heart racing and your body aching for more.

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You continued washing Joel’s truck and were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Negan approach until his voice broke the silence.

“Hi there, gorgeous,” he said, that signature smirk playing on his lips. You turned to see him leaning against the fence, his dark eyes fixed on you. He looked as effortlessly handsome as ever, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder and his jeans hugging his legs just right.

“Hey, Negan,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the way your heart skipped a beat.

He tilted his head, studying you. “Everything alright? You look a little… sad.”

You shook your head quickly, forcing a smile. “No, I’m fine. Just… thinking.” Negan raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t push. Instead, his gaze dropped slightly, and you realized your tank top had ridden up, revealing the white bow of your cute lace panties peeking out above your shorts. His eyes lingered for a moment, and you felt your cheeks flush as he raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“Where’s Joel?” he asked, his voice casual but his eyes still fixed on you.

“Dunno,” you replied, tugging your tank top down self-consciously. “Somewhere inside, I think.”Negan nodded, his smirk never wavering. “Thanks, darlin’.” He stepped closer, and before you could react, he slapped your ass playfully, his hand lingering to give it a soft rub. You gasped, your eyes widening as he leaned in to kiss your ear, his breath warm against your skin.“I know you’re wearing those cute panties, babygirl,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t be naughty, or I’ll snitch to your dad.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already walking away, laughing to himself as he headed toward the house. You stood there, your heart racing and your body tingling from his touch. He had a way of leaving you flustered and wanting more, and this time was no exception.

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Negan stepped inside the house, calling out for Joel. “Joel? You in here, old man?” Joel appeared at the top of the stairs, his expression unreadable. “What do you want, Negan?”

Negan grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Didn’t know that pretty little thing was visiting you. Her dad’s hungover or something?” Joel chuckled, though there was a tension in his shoulders. “Yeah, something like that.”

Negan’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way Joel avoided his gaze. “Something happen?” he asked, his tone casual but probing. Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, man… I screwed up.” Negan’s eyebrows shot up. “You fuck her?” Joel shook his head slightly, his voice low. “I, uh… kissed her. And… put one finger in her.” Negan’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “Fuck, Joel. How’d her pussy feel?”

Joel rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Man, she’s the daughter of our neighbor. And like, twenty years younger than us.” Negan laughed, a deep, hearty sound. “Hell yeah, so her pussy’s even tighter. Fuck, I’d do anything to hit that.”

Joel chuckled, though there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes. “Go ahead. I think she’s really craving some old man dick right now.”

Negan feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Who you callin’ old?” He paused, his smirk returning. “You think she’d wanna take two old dicks? Think she could handle that?”

Joel’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he was considering it. The thought of it made his blood run hot, and he cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Negan… I don’t know, man.” Negan stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone. “Fuck, Joel, she’s dressed like a slut. She’s wearing those fucking panties for a reason. Didn’t she love it when your one finger got inside her? Imagine how she’d go crazy for your dick, huh?”

Joel’s hand rubbed the back of his neck, his mind racing. He knew it was wrong, but the thought of having you—of sharing you with Negan—was too tempting to ignore. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Fine. Let’s take her upstairs.”

Negan’s grin widened, and he clapped Joel on the shoulder. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

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Negan walked back outside, where you were still standing by the truck, trying to calm your racing heart. He approached you with that same confident swagger, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“Hi there, cutie,” he said, his voice smooth as honey. He lowered himself to whisper in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “You still wet? ‘Cause your daddies got a surprise for you.”Before you could register what was happening, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style toward the house. You gasped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he laughed, the sound rich and deep.

“Negan, what are you—?” you started, but he cut you off with a wink.“Just relax, babygirl. You’re gonna love this.”He carried you inside, where Joel was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of hesitation—but it was quickly replaced by something darker, something that made your stomach flip. “Upstairs,” Joel said, his voice low and commanding.Negan didn’t need to be told twice. He carried you up the stairs, his grip firm but gentle, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. 

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Joel led the way, his broad shoulders filling the hallway as he guided Negan to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows across the king-sized bed. Negan laid you down gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, your heart racing as you took in the sight of the two men standing at the foot of the bed. Joel’s arms were crossed over his chest, his piercing eyes dark with desire. Negan stood beside him, one hand rubbing his beard as he stared at you with a hunger that made your stomach flip.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Negan said, his voice low and rough. “You’re so damn sexy.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. The way they were looking at you—like you were the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen—made you feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.

“Take off your top,” Negan ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You were left in nothing but your bra, the lace barely containing your breasts. Joel’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his gaze raking over your exposed skin.

He reached out, his calloused fingers gently tilting your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. Without a word, he leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding, and you melted into him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. As he deepened the kiss, his lips trailed down to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and making you gasp and your bra strap fell down your shoulder.

Joel’s hands moved to the back of your bra, his fingers deftly unhooking the clasp and letting the fabric fall away. He lowered the cup, exposing your perked nipple to the cool air. “How cute,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He moved slightly so Negan could see, and you locked eyes with the man, your heart pounding in your chest.Negan bit his lip, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, Joel, she’s perfect.”

Before you could respond, Joel’s mouth was on your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he sucked it into his mouth. You moaned, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. Joel bit down gently, the sharp sting making you cry out.

Meanwhile, Negan was busy pulling off your shorts, his hands sliding down your thighs as he revealed your lace panties. “Fuck, I can see how wet you are, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Joel, look at this.”

Joel hummed against your nipple, his hands moving to your other breast as he continued to tease you. Negan hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, agonizingly so. You whined, your hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to speed him up.“Oh, is someone impatient?” Negan teased, his smirk widening as he looked down at you. “Be patient, doll. I’ll fuck you soon enough.”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Finally, your panties were off, and Negan’s fingers were on you, rubbing slow circles over your clit. You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand as he added two fingers inside you without warning. “Fuck!” you gasped, your nails digging into the sheets.

“Heard you already took one finger today,” Negan said, his voice dripping with amusement. “So I know you can handle more, babygirl.” You moaned, the realization that Joel and Negan had been talking about you—about this—making you even hotter. Joel’s mouth moved to your other nipple, sucking and biting as Negan’s fingers worked you open. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, she’s so wet, Joel,” Negan said, his voice strained.“Fuck I know,” Joel replied, his lips leaving your breast to capture yours in another deep kiss. When he pulled away, he looked down at you with a wicked grin. “Negan, why don’t you let her suck your dick while I eat her sweet pussy?”

Negan’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about.” You barely had time to process what was happening before Joel was spreading your legs, his mouth descending on your pussy with a hunger that made your toes curl. Negan, meanwhile, unbuckled his pants, freeing his cock and positioning himself at your lips.“Open up, babygirl,” he said, and almost melted at the sight of you.

You obeyed, your mouth widening as Negan slid the tip of his cock past your lips. You licked at the precum, moaning around him as Joel’s tongue delved into your pussy. It felt so good. Joel’s tongue flicking over your clit while Negan’s cock hit the back of your throat made you feel hazy.

Negan gripped your hair, his hips moving slowly as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. Joel added a finger, then another, curling them inside you as he sucked on your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue had you writhing on the bed, your moans muffled by Negan’s cock. You tried to focus on sucking Negan's dick but the pleasure of Joel's tongue inside you made it very difficult. 

“Focus on your own pleasure, babygirl I don’t wanna cum yet,” Negan said, pulling out of your mouth to give you a moment to breathe. “Let Joel take care of you.” You fell back against the mattress, your chest heaving as Joel continued to work you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes met yours between your thighs, and the intensity in his gaze made your stomach clench. You could feel the pressure building, your orgasm just out of reach.

And then it hit you—hard. You screamed as you squirted on Joel's face, your body convulsing as he rode out your orgasm with his fingers and tongue. Negan watched, his cock in his hand as he stroked himself, his eyes dark with desire.“Holy shit!” Negan yelled, his voice filled with awe. “That was fucking hot.” You collapsed back onto the bed, your body trembling as Joel finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his lips. 

“Fuck, Joel, I wanna feel that sweet pussy around my cock,” Negan said, switching places with Joel. Joel looked at you with soft, sweet eyes, his hand gently rubbing over your cheek before cupping your chin. “You alright, darlin’?” he asked. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so cute, baby. Do you think your jaw can handle sucking my dick right now?” he asked. You nodded again, and he chuckled. “Words, please,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Yes, Daddy, I wanna suck your dick,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, and he smirked. “Alright, anything for you baby.”

Negan, now standing by your legs with his pants off, laughed. “Daddy, huh? That’s new.” He stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned body adorned with sexy tattoos. He grabbed your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You gulped nervously, noticing how big he was.

“Don’t worry, doll. It’ll fit,” Negan reassured you with a smirk. He looked into your eyes as he slowly entered you, drawing a moan from your lips. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he filled you.“Fuck, look at you, stretching for me so good. God, you feel amazing around my cock,” he groaned. You whimpered, still adjusting to his size, and hesitated to take Joel into your mouth.

As negan began moving faster, and the initial sting faded, it was replaced by a hot, pleasurable fullness. Finally, you turned your head toward Joel, who was already anticipating your next move. You propped yourself up on your elbows and took him into your mouth. His precum tasted sweeter than Negan’s, though they were roughly the same size.

You teased the tip of Joel’s cock with your tongue, and he groaned. “Fuck, darlin’, don’t tease me,” he said, his voice strained. You glanced up at him through your lashes, smiling around his length. 

When suddenly, Negan thrust HARD into you, and Joel gripped the back of your head, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. You gagged, drool escaping your lips as Joel held you in place.“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Joel moaned. Negan laughed, his voice rough. “Her pussy clenched so hard just then. Fuck.”The reality of the situation hit you—you were here, with two older, incredibly sexy men. It felt surreal, like a dream. Joel snapped you out of your thoughts when he spoke up.

“Negan, can I feel her pussy for a second?” Joel asked. Negan nodded, pulling out of you with a wet sound that made you gasp. Joel withdrew from your mouth and moved to your front, entering you without warning. You cried out, the sudden fullness overwhelming.

“Holyyy shit,” Joel said, looking over at Negan, who laughed. “I know, right? It’s like a virgin pussy, but we both know she ain’t. Am i right you fucking slut?” Negan said, his tone teasing. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. Joel continued thrusting into you, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation.

Your orgasm was building, but Joel suddenly pulled out. “I wanna cum in her mouth,” he said to Negan, who nodded. “I get to breed her?” Negan asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Yeah, go ahead. I wanna see her swallow my seed like the good girl she is,” Joel replied. He positioned himself at your mouth again and entered it. You could taste yourself on him just as Negan reentered you. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself to hit your G-spot with every thrust. “Fuck Negan” you moaned.

“Call me Daddy,” Negan demanded, his voice rough. “Daddy,” you moaned, your voice breaking as he pinched your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you.“Good girl,” he praised, his pace relentless and softly rubbing your clit now.

Your mind was spinning, overstimulated but craving more. You felt your orgasm approaching again, and Joel was close too. He gripped your head tighter, moving you faster on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks.

With a groan, Joel came, his head falling back as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, licking his tip clean as he pulled away. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” Joel said, tucking himself back into his pants. He sat down in a rocking chair, watching as Negan continued to fuck you. Negan’s thrusts grew harder, and you finally came, your body trembling as you squirted around his cock. He groaned, filling you with his release.

“Fuck, I hope you’re on birth control, babygirl, ‘cause that’s a big load,” he said, his voice ragged. You moaned at the feeling of his warmth inside you, but suddenly, your vision blurred. Your eyes rolled back, and everything went black as you collapsed.

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After a few minutes, you slowly stirred awake, your head resting comfortably on Joel's pillow. As your vision cleared, you noticed both men standing nearby, their eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and amusement. Joel sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently brushing through your hair in a soothing motion. Negan, leaning against the wall, smirked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest.

"W-What happened?" you asked, your voice soft and slightly disoriented as you tried to piece together the last moments before everything went dark.Negan chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. "You passed out, sweetheart. Couldn't handle my cock after all, huh? You squirted like crazy,damn, it was something else." His words were laced with pride, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

You instinctively looked away, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Negan noticed your discomfort and quickly moved to sit beside you on the bed. His large hand rested on your thigh, his touch surprisingly gentle as he tried to reassure you. "Hey, shh, it's okay, baby. Don't be embarrassed. We loved every second of it. You were incredible," he said, his tone softer now, almost tender.

Joel, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. His voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to Negan's playful demeanor. "I'll go tell your dad you're taking a nap. I'll say you did a good job with helping me and got tired." He gave you a small, reassuring smile and a wink before standing up and heading toward the door.

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It had been a few weeks again since that night at the restaurant—the night you saw Joel Miller with his wife. The memory of it still lingered in your mind, a bittersweet mix of longing and guilt. You had told yourself you didn’t care, that you could handle the secrecy, but the truth was, it was eating away at you. Seeing her there, sitting across from him, laughing at something he said, had stirred something ugly inside you. You hated how much it bothered you, how much it made you question everything. But despite the turmoil, you couldn’t stay away from him. Joel had a way of pulling you back in, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

And then there was Jesse. Sweet, uncomplicated Jesse. You had gone on a few dates with him after that night at the restaurant, and things had escalated quickly. He was easy to be around, fun, and charming in a way that made you forget about the messier parts of your life. But even with Jesse, you couldn’t fully let go of Joel. You told yourself it was just physical, that you could keep the two worlds separate. But lately, it felt like everything was spiraling out of control.

The last time you hooked up with Jesse, something had gone wrong. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, but in the heat of the moment, your mind had wandered. You were thinking about Joel—his hands, his voice, the way he looked at you when no one else was around. And before you could stop yourself, you’d said his name. Jesse had frozen, pulling away from you with a look of confusion and hurt. You’d tried to backtrack, to explain it away as a slip of the tongue, but the damage was done. He hadn’t said much after that, just got dressed and left without another word.

Now, as you walked down the hallway with your best friend, you couldn’t shake the tension that had been building between you and Jesse. He passed by you, and your friend called out to him, her voice echoing in the crowded corridor. “Hey, Jesse!” she yelled, waving him down. He turned, his eyes flicking to you for a brief moment before he scoffed and rolled his eyes, walking away without a word.

Your friend frowned, glancing at you. “What’s his problem?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your expression neutral. But your friend knew you too well. She could always tell when something was off. “What did you do?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing as she studied your face.

You sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it from her. “I, uh… I said the wrong name during sex with him,” you admitted, your voice low.

Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “What? Whose name did you say?” she asked, her tone a mix of shock and amusement.

You hesitated, trying to come up with a believable excuse. She didn’t know about Joel—no one did—and you weren’t about to tell her the truth. “My mind just… wandered,” you said, shrugging. “I was thinking about today’s class, and then I guess I thought about the professor, and… yeah.”

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “You accidentally moaned your professor’s name? The one we’re gonna see right now? That’s hilarious!” she said between laughs.

You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to brush it off. “I said sorry, though. Clearly, he hasn’t forgiven me,” you replied, though the guilt was gnawing at you.

What you didn’t realize was that Joel had been walking behind you the entire time, close enough to overhear the conversation. He had been on his way to the same class, and when he heard your friend’s laughter and your explanation, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. The idea that you’d said his name while with someone else stirred something possessive in him, a feeling he hadn’t expected. He slowed his pace, letting you and your friend get further ahead, but his mind was already racing.

When you walked into the classroom, you took your usual seat, trying to ignore the way Jesse avoided looking at you. Joel entered a few moments later, his presence commanding the room as always. He set his things down on the desk and glanced around the room, his eyes lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary. You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze, and you quickly looked away, focusing on your notebook.

The buzz of your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you out of your daydream. You discreetly glanced at the screen under your desk, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Joel’s name. The text was short and to the point: “Come to my office after class. We need to talk.” Your stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been a while since you’d been alone with him, and the thought of seeing him again sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but smile, though you quickly schooled your expression, not wanting your friends to notice.

The rest of the class dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Your mind raced with possibilities. What did he want to talk about? Was it about your recent assignments, or was it something more personal? You couldn’t shake the memory of the last time you were in his office—the way his hands had roamed over your body, the way his voice had dropped to that low, commanding tone that made your knees weak. You were desperate to forget about the whole mess with Jesse, and the idea of losing yourself in Joel again was too tempting to resist.

When class was over, you quickly packed up your things, your heart pounding in anticipation. Your friends were chatting about grabbing lunch, but you needed an excuse to slip away. “Hey, I think I need to ask Professor Miller for some help with the assignment,” you said, trying to sound casual. “You guys go ahead without me. I’ll catch up later.”

They nodded, not suspecting a thing, and you watched as they walked off, their laughter fading down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to Joel’s office, your heels clicking against the polished floor. The door was slightly open, and you pushed it, stepping inside.

Joel was seated behind his desk, his broad shoulders framed by the large leather chair. He looked up as you entered, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. “Close the door,” he said, his voice calm but firm. You obeyed, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. He turned back to his computer, his fingers typing something on the keyboard. The room was filled with the faint hum of the machine and the sound of your own heartbeat.

You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, until he gestured for you to come closer. “Sit,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. But then he patted his lap, and your breath hitched. A rush of heat spread through your body as you realized what he meant. You hesitated for only a second before stepping around the desk and lowering yourself onto his lap, your skirt riding up slightly as you settled against him.

The moment you sat down, you felt it—the hard bulge pressing against your thigh, unmistakable even through the fabric of his slacks. Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you turned your head to look at him, your lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. He responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You seem… excited about something, Professor,” you murmured, your voice low and playful. His response was a low hum, his lips trailing down to your neck as his hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers deftly finding their way to your breast. He massaged you through the fabric of your bra, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself growing wet, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he continued to tease you.

“Hmm, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his voice rough with desire. “Come sit on my cock.” His words sent a thrill through you, and you didn’t need to be told twice. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard length, and you quickly slipped off your panties, leaving your skirt on as you positioned yourself over him. The moment you sank down onto him, a moan escaped your lips. He was big, stretching you in the most delicious way, and you couldn’t help but rock your hips slightly, savoring the feeling.

But then his words caught you off guard. “I heard you’ve been hooking up with that Jesse kid,” he said, his voice casual but with an edge that made your stomach drop. You gasped, your body freezing for a moment as he sucked a dark mark into your neck. “What?” you managed to choke out, your mind racing. How did he know about Jesse?

He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. “Don’t play dumb, babygirl. I heard you and your friend in the hallway this morning.” His hand tightened on your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “The thought of you moaning my name while you’re with someone else… it made me so hard, fuck.” His words were like a punch to the gut, but they also sent a thrill through you. He was jealous, and the realization only turned you on more.

“You know I’m the only man who can fuck you properly,” he growled, his hips thrusting up into you, making your mouth fall open in a silent cry. You wanted to say something, to defend yourself, but the words caught in your throat as he started moving inside you, his pace hard and fast. You were a moaning, crying mess, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support as he pounded into you.

“Does he get to fuck you raw like I do, babygirl?” he asked, his voice rough and demanding. You shook your head, unable to form coherent words, but he wasn’t satisfied. “Words, babygirl,” he commanded, his hand moving to pinch your nipple again, making you cry out.

“N-no,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “We wear a condom… Daddy, you’re the only man’s seed I want. This pussy belongs to you only.” The words spilled out of you, and he laughed, the sound dark and satisfied.

“There we go, babygirl,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “You’re so good to me.” He continued to fuck you, his pace relentless, and you were lost in the sensation, your body responding to every thrust. But then, a knock on the door shattered the moment.

You froze, your eyes widening in panic, but Joel didn’t stop. “Come in,” he called out, his voice calm and composed, as if nothing was happening. The door opened, and your heart stopped when you saw Jesse standing there, his face pale as he took in the scene before him.

You wanted to die of embarrassment, but Joel didn’t seem to care. He kept fucking you, his hand moving to rub your clit, making your walls tighten around him. “Fuck, she likes an audience,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he looked at Jesse, who was still frozen in the doorway.

“I emailed Jesse to come to my office,” Joel explained, his tone casual, as if this were a perfectly normal situation. “I wanted to show him how to fuck you properly while you were sitting on my cock just now.” The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. Joel’s possessiveness was overwhelming, but it also turned you on in a way you couldn’t explain.

You looked into Jesse’s eyes, your face burning with shame, but you couldn’t stop yourself from bouncing on Joel’s cock even faster, the pleasure too intense to ignore. Joel’s hand on your clit pushed you over the edge, and you came with a cry, your body trembling as he continued to thrust into you. Jesse finally turned and left, the door closing softly behind him, and Joel’s seed spilled inside you, marking you as his once again.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. The air, once charged with desire, now felt thick with guilt and dread. You stared at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as the weight of what had just happened crashed down on you like a tidal wave.

"FUCKING HELL, JOEL! ARE YOU CRAZY?" you screamed, your voice trembling with a mix of anger, fear, and disbelief. The sound of your own voice startled you, echoing off the walls of his dimly lit office.

Joel froze, his face pale as the reality of the situation hit him like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a man who had just realized he’d stepped off a cliff. His hands, which had been gripping your hips moments ago, now hung limply at his sides. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The confident, commanding man who had been whispering filthy promises into your ear just minutes ago was gone, replaced by someone who looked utterly lost.

You scrambled off his lap, your legs shaky and unsteady, and grabbed your discarded panties from the floor. Your hands trembled as you pulled them on, the fabric feeling foreign against your skin. You didn’t dare look at him—couldn’t look at him. The heat of the moment had blinded you both, but now the cold, harsh light of reality was impossible to ignore.

Joel was your professor. He was married. And Jesse—oh God, Jesse—had seen everything. The thought made your stomach churn. You had been so careful, so meticulous in keeping your affair hidden. Months of stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and whispered promises had all been destroyed in one reckless moment.

Without a word, you bolted for the door, your heart pounding in your chest. Your legs felt like jelly, and you nearly tripped as you rushed down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. You had to find Jesse. You had to explain, to beg, to do something—anything—to fix this. But deep down, you knew it was too late. The damage was done.

Back in the office, Joel sat in stunned silence, his mind racing. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his breathing still uneven. The gravity of his actions was sinking in, and it felt like a vice tightening around his chest. He had crossed a line—no, he had obliterated it. He had risked everything: his career, his marriage, his reputation. And for what? A moment of reckless passion?

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. The image of Jesse’s shocked face flashed in his mind, and he felt a wave of nausea. He had always told himself that he could control this—that he could keep his personal life separate from his professional one. But now, the walls he had built were crumbling, and there was no going back.

Joel knew he had to take action. He couldn’t keep living like this, torn between his responsibilities and his desires. It wasn’t fair to anyone—not to his wife, not to you, and certainly not to himself. He had to end this, no matter how much it hurt. But even as he made the decision, a part of him wondered if he had the strength to follow through.

Meanwhile, you caught up to Jesse at the end of the hallway. He was pacing back and forth, his face a mask of anger and confusion. When he saw you, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes blazing.

"Jesse, please, let me explain," you pleaded, your voice breaking. But the words felt hollow, even to you. What could you possibly say to make this right?

Jesse shook his head, his jaw clenched. "Explain? What the hell is there to explain? I saw everything. Everything. Do you have any idea how messed up this is?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. He was right. There was no explanation, no justification. You had let yourself get caught up in something you knew was wrong, and now you were paying the price.

As you stood there, the weight of your choices pressing down on you, you couldn’t help but wonder how things had gotten so out of control. And more importantly, how you were going to pick up the pieces.

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the summer sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the backyard where your dad and his best friend, Negan Smith, were working on the garden. Negan had been a constant presence in your life for as long as you could remember—his loud laugh, his sharp wit, and the way he carried himself with an air of confidence that was both intimidating and magnetic. He was the kind of man who commanded attention without even trying, and over the years, you’d found yourself exploring the line between playful teasing and something you couldn’t quite name.

That afternoon, you decided to push the boundaries a little further. You’d thrown on a miniskirt and a pair of cotton panties, knowing full well that Negan would notice. He always noticed. You’d caught his gaze lingering more than once, though he’d never crossed the line—not really. But today felt different. The air was thick with tension, and you were determined to see how far you could go.

You walked into the kitchen, where Negan was leaning against the counter, sipping a cold beer. His eyes flicked to you immediately, and you could see the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You pretended not to notice, bending over to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. The hem of your skirt rode up just enough to expose the curve of your thighs, and you heard him clear his throat.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, kid,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

You straightened up, turning to face him with an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down on the counter. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, but your heart was pounding in your chest. There was something thrilling about the way he looked at you—like he was trying to decide whether to scold you or give in to whatever this was between you. You took a step closer, tilting your head as you met his gaze.

“Maybe I do,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “What are you gonna do about it?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his dark eyes searching yours. Then, without warning, he reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as he traced the outline of your wetness through the cotton. His touch was firm but gentle, and you could feel your body responding despite yourself.

“You’re such a tease,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “You know that, don’t you?”

You nodded, unable to form words as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over your clit. Your legs trembled, and you had to grab the edge of the counter to steady yourself. He watched you intently, his expression unreadable as he pulled your panties to the side and slid a thick finger into your core. You whimpered, your hips instinctively moving against his hand, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, his finger buried inside you, waiting.

“Go on,” he said, his tone teasing. “Show me how much you want it.”

You bit your lip, your face flushing with embarrassment and desire as you moved on his finger, your body betraying the facade you’d been trying to maintain. He chuckled, the sound low and dark, before suddenly pulling his hand away. You whined at the loss, your legs feeling like jelly as he gave your folds a sharp smack.

“That’s enough,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. “Go cool off before your dad comes back.”

You and Joel had been seeing each other for a while now. It was casual, unspoken, and mostly physical. You’d find yourself at his place most of the time, tangled in his sheets, his rough hands exploring your body like he was mapping every inch of you. It was electric, intense, and always left you craving more. But today was different. Today, Joel had come to your place.

You were in the kitchen, trying to open a stubborn jar of pickles, when the lid finally gave way,but so did your grip. The sharp edge of the lid sliced into your finger, and you hissed, dropping the jar onto the counter. “Shit,” you muttered, clutching your hand.

Joel, who had been leaning against the doorway watching you struggle with that damn jar, straightened up immediately. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.

“Yeah, just a cut,” you said, holding up your finger to show him the thin line of blood welling up. “I think I have bandaids in my nightstand drawer. Can you grab one for me?”

He nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he turned and headed toward your bedroom. You busied yourself with rinsing the cut under the faucet, trying to ignore the way your heart raced at the thought of Joel in your room, rummaging through your things. It felt… intimate, somehow. More intimate than the nights you’d spent together.

But then you heard it, the unmistakable sound of Joel’s voice, low and teasing, calling your name. “Sweetheart?” he drawled, and something about the way he said it made your stomach flip. “You might wanna come in here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You dried your hands quickly and walked toward your bedroom, your mind racing. What could he have found? You didn’t have anything embarrassing in there… did you?

When you stepped into the room, you froze. Joel was standing near the edge of your bed, one of your bandaids in his hand, and in his other hand, he held your vibrating dildo. It was long, thick, and veiny, and the sight of it in Joel’s large, calloused hand made your face burn. His eyes were dark, his lips curled into that cocky smirk you both loved and hated.

“Damn,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You tired of me already?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your mind went blank as you stared at him, his smirk widening as he turned the toy over in his hand, examining it like he was appraising it. “This thing’s got some… heft to it,” he said, his tone teasing. “You been holdin’ out on me, darlin’?”

“Joel, it’s not—” you started, but he cut you off with a low chuckle.

“Relax,” he said, setting the toy down on the bed beside him. “I ain’t mad. Just… curious.” 

He leaned back, his eyes raking over you in a way that made your skin prickle with heat. “You been usin’ this when I’m not around? Thinkin’ about me?”

Your breath hitched. There was no way you were admitting that to him. But the way he was looking at you, like he already knew the answer, made your knees weak. He patted the bed beside him, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that always sent shivers down your spine. “C’mere.”

You could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it making your skin prickle with anticipation. He had that look in his eye, the one that told you he was in control, and you were going to do exactly as he said.

"Take off your pants and underwear," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. "And sit on the bed."

You hesitated for just a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, but the look he gave you -a raised brow, a slight tilt of his head, was enough to make you move. You quickly slipped out of your clothes, your hands trembling as you pushed your pants and underwear down your legs, letting them fall to the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs slightly apart, your body exposed to him.

Joel didn’t say anything at first. He just watched you, his eyes trailing over your naked form, taking in every detail. Then he moved, stepping closer to the bed, his hand reaching out to the nightstand drawer. He opened it, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out the bottle of lube. He held the dildo in his hand, turning it over, examining it like he was studying some kind of weapon.

"Goddamn that new technology is impressive" he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and disbelief as he found the remote control. He pressed a button, and the tip of the dildo began to move, a slow, rhythmic motion that made your breath catch in your throat. Joel’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched it, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You ready for this, sweetheart?"

You nodded, your throat dry, your body already responding to the thought of what was coming. Joel didn’t wait for you to second-guess yourself. He squirted a generous amount of lube onto the dildo, spreading it evenly with his fingers before holding it out to you.

"Sit on it," he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated again, your heart racing, but the look in Joel’s eyes—the way he was watching you, like he could see straight through you—made you obey. 

You positioned yourself over the dildo, your legs trembling as you slowly lowered yourself onto it. The sensation was intense, the size of it stretching you in a way that made your head spin. You gasped as you took it all in, your body adjusting to the fullness, your hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

Joel stood in front of you, his eyes locked on yours, his lips parted as he watched you take every inch. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Look at you, takin’ it so well."

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your body trembling as you tried to steady yourself. But before you could fully adjust, Joel’s hand moved, his fingers pressing a button on the remote. The dildo came to life, vibrating inside you, the sensation so sudden and intense that you cried out, your back arching as pleasure shot through your body.

"Fuck, Joel!" you moaned, your hands flying to your hair, pulling it back from your face as tears welled up in your eyes. The vibrations were relentless, sending waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling as you tried to hold yourself together.

Joel’s smirk widened, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you fall apart. "Oh, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous like this. Gettin’ fucked by some stupid piece of plastic, takin’ it like a good girl."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body responding to the way he was watching you, the way he was talking to you. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building inside you, your moans growing louder as the vibrations continued to push you toward the edge.

Joel stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a low growl that made your stomach clench. "You gonna let me watch you fall apart?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the pleasure continued to build. Joel’s grip on your chin tightened, his eyes locked on yours as he watched you, his own desire evident in the way his chest rose and fell, the way his jaw tightened.

"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Let me see you come."

And just like that, you did. The pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you came, your cries filling the room as Joel watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He didn’t let go of you, his grip on your chin firm as he kept you looking at him, forcing you to endure the intensity of your orgasm as it ripped through you.

Joel’s finger hovered over the button, his dark eyes locked on yours as he watched you squirm beneath him. The vibrations had been relentless, driving you to the edge of pleasure and desperation, and when he finally pushed the button to make them stop, you sighed in relief, your body trembling. You lifted yourself up, ready to take the toy out of you, but Joel’s hand shot out, stopping you mid-motion.

“No, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. “Not yet. I wanna try somethin’ with you. Sit back on it.”

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head slightly, your voice barely a whisper. “Joel, please…” you pleaded, your body still sensitive from the vibrations. But Joel just shushed you, his tone firm yet gentle, and you knew better than to argue with him. Reluctantly, you obeyed, lowering yourself back onto the toy, feeling it press deep inside you once more.

Joel’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched you, his hands moving to his belt. He undid it slowly, the sound of leather sliding through the loops making your breath hitch. He pushed his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, and your eyes immediately dropped to his cock, already hard and leaking. The sight of him made your mouth water, and Joel noticed, chuckling darkly as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

“Eyes on me, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough with desire. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushing as he stepped closer, his free hand cupping your jaw. “Open up,” he commanded, and you parted your lips without hesitation. He guided himself into your mouth, groaning softly as your tongue swirled around his tip.

You moaned around him, the vibrations from the toy still faintly buzzing inside you, making it hard to focus. But you wanted to please him, to show him how much he meant to you. You took him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth as you bobbed your head, your tongue working in tandem with your movements. Joel’s hand tangled in your hair, his grip firm but not painful, guiding you as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, his hips thrusting gently into your mouth. “You’re so damn good at this.” His praise sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and your pussy clenched around the toy, the sensation almost too much to bear. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to focus on him, but the fullness and the vibrations were overwhelming, making your mind hazy with need.

Joel noticed your struggle, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. “Shhh, baby, it’s alright,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “You can take it. Just relax for me, yeah?” His words were comforting, but they only made you more desperate, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure building inside you.

The toy shifted inside you, the vibrations intensifying as Joel adjusted the settings, and you cried, tears falling down on his cock, the sound muffled but full of need. Your eyes met his, pleading for release, but Joel just smirked, his grip on your hair tightening as he thrust deeper into your mouth.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation. “Take it all. You’re doin’ so good.” His praise only fueled your desire, and you moaned around him, your pussy clenching tightly around the toy as your orgasm threatened to overwhelm you.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Joel pulled himself out of your mouth, giving you a moment to catch your breath. But before you could fully recover, your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as you squirted onto the toy, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you. You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to come down from the high.

Joel watched you with a satisfied smirk, his hand stroking his cock as he admired the mess you’d made. “Damn, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty ” He stepped closer, his hand tangling in your hair once more as he guided your mouth back to his cock.

“One last thing,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. You opened your mouth obediently, and Joel thrust into you, his movements rough and desperate as he chased his own release. It didn’t take long,his hips stuttered, and he groaned your name as he came, his cum filling your mouth. You swallowed every drop, your eyes never leaving his as he pulled out, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand stroking your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and deep, a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just happened, and it left you feeling warm and cherished.

The Texas sun was a relentless force, casting a golden haze over Austin as you stepped off the bus, your suitcase rolling behind you. The familiar scent of barbecue and the rhythmic hum of cicadas welcomed you back home for the summer. You had just finished your first year of college, and the thought of spending the next few months with your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller, filled you with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

Your dad, a rugged man with a heart of gold, had been your rock since your mom passed away. Joel, on the other hand, was a different story. He was your dad's best friend, a man with a past as rough as the calluses on his hands. He had a way of looking at you that made your heart race, and every time he was near, you felt a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

The first few days back were spent helping your dad and Joel with various tasks around the house. Joel was always there, his presence a constant reminder of the growing attraction you felt for him. His Texan drawl, deep and gravelly, sent shivers down your spine every time he spoke. You noticed how his eyes lingered on you when he thought no one was looking, and how he would quickly look away when you caught him.

One afternoon, as you were helping Joel fix the fence in the backyard, your hands accidentally brushed against his. The contact was electric, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Joel cleared his throat and took a step back, his jaw tightening as he tried to regain his composure. "Sorry 'bout that," he muttered, his voice low and gruff.

"It's okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he was fighting to keep his distance. But the tension between you was palpable, and it was only a matter of time before it boiled over.

A few days later, your dad approached Joel with a request. "Hey Joel, can I ask you for a favor?" he asked, his Texan accent thick and warm.

"Sure," Joel replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for your dad to continue.

"Would you teach my daughter how to play guitar? Now that she's on vacation, she's got the time to learn, and I can't do it," your dad said, a hopeful smile on his face.

Joel hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of being alone with you. He knew it was a bad idea, but your dad practically begged him. "C'mon, Joel, she's done so much for us. This is the least you could do," your dad insisted.

Joel sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Fine," he agreed, though every fiber of his being was screaming at him to say no.

The next day, you knocked on Joel's door, your heart pounding in your chest. He opened the door, and your breath caught in your throat. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. You were wearing a white lace miniskirt and a light pink tank top that clung to your curves, the fabric thin enough to reveal that you weren't wearing a bra.

Joel's eyes darkened as he took in your appearance, but he quickly masked his reaction. "C'mon in," he said, stepping aside to let you in.

You followed him into the living room, where his guitar was propped up against the couch. He handed it to you and gestured for you to sit down. You tried to play a few chords, but your fingers fumbled, and you struggled to get the hang of it.

Joel watched you for a moment before he finally spoke. "Here, let me show you," he said, his voice low and husky. He gestured for you to sit on his thigh, and you hesitated for a second, your heart racing. Joel feared he'd gone too far, but then you slowly sat down, your body pressing against his.

The moment your pussy touched his muscular thigh, you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against your now wet cotton panties, and you couldn't help but subtly start to rub yourself against him. Joel noticed immediately, and a low groan escaped his lips.

He put the guitar down and moved you so that you were straddling his thigh, your movements becoming more deliberate as you rubbed yourself against him. "F-fuck, Joel," you managed to get out, your breath coming in short gasps.

Joel's hand sneaked to your clit, his fingers rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. "O-oh fuck, Joel," you moaned, your head falling back onto his shoulder as you came undone.

He lifted your leg over his other thigh, his fingers now exploring your drenched panties. He chuckled slightly as he pulled them to the side and inserted a finger into your wetness, making you cry out in pleasure. "Oh, baby, are you sensitive after getting off on my thigh?" he mocked, his voice dripping with desire.

You bit your lip and nodded, your body trembling with need. Joel inserted another finger, curling it to hit your g-spot, and you moaned loudly. "Tell me, baby, how good do I make you feel?" he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

"G-good, daddy," you moaned, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.

The word sent a jolt of pleasure through Joel, and he almost came in his pants like a high-school kid. "You think your real daddy is gonna like you calling another old man daddy like this?" he asked, his voice teasing and almost mocking you.

You felt a surge of embarrassment, but it only made you clench your pussy tighter around his fingers. "Oh, fuck, you like that, you little whore?" he growled, his fingers moving faster inside you.

You moaned loudly, your body writhing with pleasure as Joel brought you to the edge once again. The tension between you had finally boiled over, and there was no going back now. Joel knew he was crossing a line, but he couldn't help himself. You were breathtaking, and he hadn't felt this alive in years.

As you came undone in his arms, Joel knew that this was just the beginning. The attraction between you was too strong to ignore, and he was willing to risk everything to have you. But he also knew that your dad would never approve, and the thought of losing his best friend weighed heavily on his mind.