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SUMMARY: headcanons of joel who makes you wear a remote-controlled toy to dinner, just to see how long you can keep quiet [ 1.2k ]
WARNINGS: dom!joel, remote-controlled toy use, public overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, possessiveness, humiliation, voice kink, teasing, creampie (implied), cock description, pussy description, power dynamics, threat kink, dirty talk, restraint, crying, overstimulation, public risk, 18+
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He makes you put the toy in while kneeling.
Youāre on your knees in front of him, still in your bra and panties, your dress hanging off the edge of the bed. Joel holds the sleek little vibrator between two fingers, the remote in his other hand. He doesnāt say anything. He just taps it against your lips. āPut it in,ā he says finally, voice low and rough. You take it with shaking fingers and slide it into your pussy, feeling it settle deep, your walls already fluttering from how soaked you are. āThatās my girl,ā Joel mutters, brushing your jaw with his knuckles. āNow stand up and put that fuckin dress on like nothinās wrong.ā He watches your thighs rub together as you slip the fabric over your body, eyes on your cunt the whole time. Youāre already clenching around the toy when he tucks the remote in his coat pocket and zips it up like itās nothing. āGonna have you fidgetin all night,ā he says. āCanāt wait to watch you try to act innocent.ā
He gets hard just watching you walk to the car.
Your heels click down the walkway, hips swaying in that little black dress he picked, and Joelās watching the way your legs shake every time the toy pulses. He clicked it on the lowest setting just before you stepped outside, and now youāre already flushed, your pussy dripping around it as it buzzes low and steady. He follows a few paces behind you, hands in his pockets, cock already starting to swell in his jeans. He doesnāt look away from your ass. Doesnāt care who sees. āKeep walkin,ā he calls softly, voice warm with threat. āThat pussy starts drippin down your legs, youāre gonna sit in it all night.ā
He turns it up when youāre halfway through the wine list.
The second you start to relax, he shifts in his chair, leans forward just enough to press the remote in his pocket. The toy inside you jumps to a higher setting and your whole body jerks. Joel smirks into his menu, eyes flicking up to meet yours like he didnāt just set your cunt on fire under the table. You cross your legs tight, biting your lip. Joel watches the tremble in your thighs, the flush crawling up your chest. His cock twitches under the table, thickening by the second. He doesn't touch it. He just watches. āWine okay?ā he asks softly, tilting his head. āYouāre lookin a little shaky, sweetheart.ā
He tests your limits while the waiter takes your order.
He waits until the poor kidās standing beside you, notepad in hand, then bumps the toy to setting five. You almost cry. Your cunt pulses around it like itās alive. The vibration slams right into your clit with every breath you take. You stammer through your order, voice catching, fingers white-knuckled around your napkin. Joel gives his order calm and easy, hands folded on the table, cock thick and throbbing under the fabric of his jeans. He watches you twitch, watches your eyes water, and gives the waiter a polite thank you. When the kid walks off, Joel leans forward and whispers, āYou keep clenching like that, baby, youāre gonna cum right on this chair before the appetizers come.ā
He wonāt let you cum. Not yet.
Youāre there, right at the edge, mouth open, pussy clenching down hard, juices soaking your panties and dripping onto the seat beneath you. And Joel knows. He sees your breathing change, sees the tears welling up. He clicks the remote and turns it off. You gasp like he hit you. Your whole body jerks with the sudden silence inside your cunt. Joelās cock is rock hard now, pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He doesnāt even try to adjust himself. Just smiles and takes a sip of wine. āShouldāve asked first,ā he says softly. āNow you donāt get to cum till I say so.ā
He touches you under the table like itās nothing.
His fingers slide under the hem of your dress, knuckles brushing your inner thigh, then higher, spreading you open. He presses two fingers against the fabric of your soaked panties, groaning when he feels how wet they are. āFuckin drenched,ā he murmurs. āHavenāt even touched you yet and youāre ready to cum on my fingers.ā He presses the toy back on while his thumb rubs your clit through the lace. Your whole body jerks and he smirks. āSit still. Youāre gonna make the glasses rattle.ā His cock throbs in his pants. He doesnāt care. All he wants is to see you come undone without anyone noticing.
He makes you beg for the next setting.
Youāre trembling now. Your thighs wonāt stop twitching, your breath wonāt steady, and your pussy is aching so hard it hurts. āJoel,ā you whisper, āplease.ā He cocks his head. āPlease what?ā You shake your head, grinding down against the toy. āPlease turn it back on.ā His eyes darken. āSay what you really want.ā You flush deep, lips trembling. āPlease, Joel, I wanna cum. I need it. Iāll be quiet, I swear, Iāll do anythingāā He clicks the remote to max. Your whole body arches and the vibration hits like a punch. Joel watches your face and lets out a low groan, his cock twitching hard against his zipper. āThatās better,ā he growls. āShow me how my toy makes you fall apart.ā
He watches you cum with no one noticing.
You grip the table edge so hard your knuckles ache. Your whole bodyās on fire. The toy is buzzing so hard your clit feels raw. You moan but itās barely audible, just a high whimper that you bite down and swallow. Joel watches, cock rock hard, pressing into the table edge as he stares at the tears in your eyes and the way your thighs shake. Your orgasm hits like a wave. Your cunt spasms around the toy, walls clenching tight, slick dripping down to your ass and soaking into the chair. Joel smiles and slowly clicks it off. āThere you go,ā he murmurs. āQuiet like a good girl.ā
He turns it back on before youāve recovered.
Youāre still twitching, thighs sore, dress damp, pussy swollen and sensitive. Joel doesnāt give you time to breathe. He hits the remote again and the toy comes alive. You whimper, legs snapping shut. Joel grabs your ankle under the table and forces them open again. āYou close your legs again, Iām gonna drag you into the fuckin restroom and bend you over the sink.ā His cock is throbbing, leaking against his boxers now, the head red and thick, begging to be touched. Youāre crying again. Your cunt pulses around the toy like itās begging too. Joel leans in. āOne more. You take it and Iāll fuck you in the truck till you pass out.ā
He makes you ride him before the door even shuts.
He helps you into the passenger seat, shuts your door, and before you can even catch your breath, heās unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock free. āCāmere,ā he growls, dragging you into his lap, hands yanking your panties to the side. Youāre so wet he slides in with no resistance. Your pussy clamps down on him like itās made to fit. āFuck,ā he grits. āYouāre soaked. You really came that hard in there?ā You grind down, body still twitching from the toy. Joel grabs your hips and thrusts up hard, slamming into you with enough force to make the windows fog. āYouāre mine,ā he growls, voice hot against your throat. āMine to tease, mine to ruin, mine to fill up right here in this fuckin parking lot.ā
When your high-powered marketing career goes up in flames, you find yourself back in Texas and out of optionsāuntil your old childhood friend Tommy offers you a job at his familyās growing construction company. The only catch? His older brother Joel, the project manager with a chip on his shoulder and zero patience for your city-slicker attitude.
You clash instantly: youāre clever, confident, and painfully corporate. Heās quiet, rugged, and set in his ways. You push his buttons. He pushes back harder. But somewhere between long meetings, late nights, resurfacing memories, and hurt, along with one very unexpected work trip⦠the tension starts to shift.
What begins as bickering turns into banter. Glances linger. Walls crack. And neither of you is quite sure when things started to change.
Moodboards by @broknedits
Fan edits by @evcrmoree
Joel and Reader's son fanart by @krispykattv
Happy couple things fanart, chapter 29 (both oc x t&c!Joel) by @hoziersguitarr
Family Tree by @honey-moon-13
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āHe took pictures and video of fucking me with the glowing condom on; quote: āfor when youāre home alone, taking care of yourself.āā
Your friendās jaw hit the floor.
āWow. So⦠heās really that good?ā
āBetter.ā
Youād spent the entire weekend with your drawer of toys, and that video, reliving Friday night. The way he held you. Fucked you. Knew your body better than you didā
āAtta girl; I knew you could do it.ā
Joelās mouth was covered in you; fingers shining with you both; after heād finessed a 6th orgasm out of your spent; tired body.
You tried to stick it out for a seventh; but Joel knew a worn out pussy when he saw one.
āItās okay, babygirl. Youāll see me again;ā he reassured you as you grunted and whined your disappointment.
He watched your cute little protests; splayed out in his truck; hair sweaty; torso splattered with his dried cum; utterly wasted on him. Youād convinced him to cum on your bellyā twice.
As he tutted and cooed and tenderly shushed you; he cleaned you up with baby wipes. Gently slipping on your panties⦠then your skirt. He wiped down the seat, tidied up, and strapped you into the passenger side. He closed your door and walked around the truck.
The faint smell of sex and cologne wafted through the cab as he got in.
āWhereās home, honey? Iāll take you.ā
He drove you home in the dark; only street lamps illuminating his beautiful face.
He held your hand the whole way.
Once back to your off-campus student apartment, Joel carried you in his arms; not letting you down until heād made it through your apartment, and sat you on the toilet. He knew how tired your body was, after all that sex.
He put some toothpaste on your toothbrush, and handed it to you.
āGo potty, sweetness. Iāll get you some water. Yāmust be thirsty.ā
He left you to brush and pee; bringing back a full glass of water into the bathroom, after youād flushed.
He watched you with soft eyes as you finished brushing, and rinsed out your mouth.
He set the cup on the counter, and gestured to the toilet.
āMind if Iā¦?ā
You shook your head.
You watched shamelessly as he unzipped his jeans and tugged them down with his boxers. Stared at him as he sat and peed.
āSāmore polite to sit; when in good company.ā
His impeccable manners were insane. Who the fuck is this guy? And how is he not married?
He was so hot in your dingy bathroom light. Gorgeous thighs. Beautiful face. All the dried bits of you visible on him, made you bite your lip.
You drank about half the water; then took a mouthful and walked over to Joel. Straddling his thighs while still standing, you tipped up his chin, and held his jaw in your hand. Joel opened his mouth. His hands caressed your sides; as you spit the water in his mouth.
He swallowed.
Fuck, it was hot.
His hand came up and cradled your neck; pulling you in for a slow; steamy kiss.
Once you were breathless and ready for another round despite your exhaustion; Joel flushed, and washed his hands.
You squealed in surprise, when Joel scooped you up and carried you to bed.
āSuch a little flirt; even when youāre all worn out.ā
He laid you down. He gently took off your shoes, and skirt, and bra; before tucking you in.
Your sweet, innocent, girly bedding; swallowing you whole with itās big puffy layers; squeezed Joelās heart. He was convinced there was a hidden halo above your head.
āNight, baby;ā Joel cooed.
āNight, Joel,ā you yawned.
Joel ever so softly tipped your chin up an inch; and pressed a kiss to your lips.
āSee you next time. Sweet dreams.ā
When youād woke the next day; there was a business card with no business on it; sitting on your beside table. Upon closer look, it said Joelās first name, and his cell number.
You werenāt sure what to text him, so you didnāt.
It didnāt take long for you to wonder when it was acceptable for you to see him again. School barely held your focus. Homework was a bore. You even forgot to attend the big homecoming events leading up to the dance on Saturday. By Thursday night, you felt more than a little crazy.
When the bar opened at 9pm Friday; you were there; nearly breaking down the door in your excitement. One week. That was long enough, right?
You sat in the back corner where you wouldnāt be as visible; looking a little less like a stalker watching the door. Which is really what you were.
Your heart jumpstarted, when Joel walked in around 10pm. Fucking finally.
You waited 5 agonizing minutes, hoping you wouldnāt look desperate by approaching him too soon.
āHey, stranger.ā Joel greeted, as you sat beside him at the bar. He leaned in and kissed your cheek.
āHowās my girl doin?ā
āGood.ā
Joel checked the date on his phone.
āAināt you sāposed to be at homecoming tonight? Got that big game?ā
You bit your lip; your cheeks turned warm.
āYeah; I just⦠wanted to see you more.ā
The sun rose on his cute old face.
āWell Iāll be damned. Pickin your old man, over homecoming? Color me honored.ā
āYour old manā⦠he kept that familiarity with you⦠holy shit. Maybe he would be interested in another tryst with you.
The bar was unusually quiet; just a few old regulars whoād long since graduated. It felt intimate; being nearly just the two of you.
āWell, are you jus sayin hi?⦠Or you wanna take another ride on my dick?ā
You spit out the water you were drinking.
āShit. Sorry, babygirl.ā The warmth in his tone, and the smile on his face said otherwise.
He took his beer napkin and wiped down your chin; then the counter
āHey Hank? Can we get a towel?ā
The man behind the bar grabbed a clean towel and set it on the bar.
āThanks.ā
Joel wiped the counter down til it was dry.
āUm⦠yeah. I was hoping to have sex with you again.ā
His eyes were obnoxiously big and brown as they took you in.
With that, Joel finished his whiskey in one gulp. He set some cash on the counter, and stood with his hand held out for you.
You took it, and let him lead you out of the bar.
The street was empty. The dark night felt like a cozy blanket over you both.
Joel took you around the building, and pressed your back into the wall. He cupped your face, and kissed you deep. His hands roamed your body; gripping it in handfuls; wrapping your legs around his hips. His cock was hard against your seam.
āYouāve been on my mind ever since I took you home. Kept seeing your face when I was with other girls. Been looking for ya when Iām at the bar, hoping youād show.ā
His words shot butterflies through your belly.
āReally?ā
āReally.ā
Your heart could have beat right out of your chest.
He rutted into you; against the wall.
āCan I take you home? Fuck you properly, in my bed?ā
He bit his way down your neck; sucking dark hickies into your sensitive skin, as he ground into you; hands cupping your ass as he humped against you just right.
āMmmmfuckdonātstop;ā you begged; breathless.
In under a minute, heād turned your clit into a weeping, pulsing mess.
āWhat is it, honey?ā He teased.
You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, as he worked you up with ease.
āCat got your tongue, huh? Or maybe itās ācock.āā
There was a stifled chuckle in his voice. You nodded; struck dumb; unable to even laugh at his stupid joke, he had you so revved up.
In record time; you were hurtled at breakneck speed, to orgasm. Your knuckles blanched and your eyes squeezed shut, as you crashed over the peak; orgasm tearing through your body.
Joel watched; satisfaction in his eyes, as your entire body seized with pure pleasure. Gasping for air. Legs squeezing his hips hard. He held you tight; safely cradled in his arms, as you glitched out; brain flooded with ecstasy.
The smile on his face was contagious; eyes bright, and full of softness for you.
āThere we go⦠god I missed that O face of yours.ā
You pulled him in, and kissed him hard; til both of you were breathless.
āThat. Was fucking. Insane,ā you heaved, with a laugh.
He looked at you like you hung the moon.
āThat was just the appetizer, sweetness. We got a whole lot more courses coming.ā
Joel carried you to his truck; not letting you walk on orgasm-wobbly legs. Giving you kisses, with every few steps.
When he pulled out of the parking lot, your stomach grumbled.
āSounds like you need somethin to eat.ā
He looked over at you and put his hand over your belly.
āWhat sounds good?ā
You brushed him off. āItās okay. I can eat later.ā
āCāmon. Lemme treat you. Canāt have a sex marathon on an empty stomach, can ya?ā
Honestly, he was right.
āUm⦠I could go for a burger.ā
Joel took you to his favorite spot- a hidden little gem on the end of the historic old center street.
āWanna eat in, or take out?ā
āTakeout.ā
āGood girl. Canāt wait to eat that pussy. The sooner the better.ā
He groped between your cheeks from behind, as you walked ahead of him into the restaurant.
āGet whatever you want, baby. As much as you want.ā
Once youād ordered, and the food was ready, you raced Joel back to the truck. You would have had him beat, if it werenāt for the huge soda he bought you, that you were afraid to spill.
You two tumbled into the truck; both so excited to eat.
āIt smells incredible, Joel; thank you.ā
āYouāre welcome, sweetheart.ā
He leaned over for a kiss. Hovering right above your lips with his own; before dipping down and indulging in tasting you. Biting your bottom lip and lightly dragging it between his teeth.
A few pecks, and then he was pulling back; encouraging you to eat.
Joel told you to eat on the drive, and not to wait for him; so you dug into your burger; moaning at the delicious, greasy flavors.
āOhāmāgaw joel,ā you mumbled through bites of food. āIāzofuckingood.ā
āGlad you like it.ā
You offered him a bite, which he took as he drove. Fries, too.
A few minutes in, Joel carefully swerved off to the side of the road, and parked.
āWhat are you doing?ā You wondered out loud.
āKeep eatin, baby. Iām just gonna eat you while you do.ā
Joel looked to you for consent, before stripping you bare below the waist.
He gently pushed your back against the passenger side door, and spread your legs. Wide.
āThere she is,ā he cooed.
āMissed you so much, sweet thing.ā
And with that, he dove in. Nosing the peak of your clit. Sucking your entire sex into his mouth. Between the orgasm in your mouth from the burger; and Joelās expertise; the combined sensations were almost more than you could take.
You ran your fingers through his soft curls as he ate you out. The long licks of his wide tongue; pressed flat against your spread-open folds; made you twitch against him; pussy dripping with arousal.
He took his time. Savored you. Relishing in each little sound you made, while you filled your belly.
He was still nose deep in you, when you finished eating.
When you set the wrapper down, Joel revved up; sending you into a long; drawn out orgasm.
He let you float there; suspended in bliss. Stretching out the comedown; licking and sucking on you until the last aftershock twitched against his tongue.
āAtta girl,ā he praised, wiping his mouth.
You looked so adorable, slumped against the door. Legs limp and still splayed open for him.
He took your hand and kissed the back of it.
āReady?ā
āYeah.ā
Joel pulled back onto the road and drove the rest of the way home, still holding your hand.
A few minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a sweet little two story home. Old. Tons of character. Clearly well-kept.
Hi there! I know this is completely random, but I thought Iād let you know. The blogs you reposted from @/joelspookie were actually stolen fics :( I know āwest Texasā is originally from a creator called @/mirrormauve here but Iām not really sure about mercy >.<
All of the posts @/joelspookie has on her blog are unfortunately stolen :/ itās been going on for a while and I thought Iād spread the word
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You convince your grumpy boyfriend Joel to tap into his hidden acting skills when you suggest a little roleplaying to spice things up. In less words: Joel sucks at roleplaying.
warning/tags: smut, minors DNI, handjob, unprotected piv, creampie, established relationship, roleplaying, grumpy!Joel, no outbreak
Shoved at the back of your closet was an old cardboard box, it was one of those things you never thought about until you were digging through for something else. Inside was a jumble of past lives: you saw some old notebooks from college, a cracked picture frame, a stack of shirts youād forgotten you owned. And then, buried beneath it all, you pulled out the white-and-red Halloween costume. It was a nurse's outfit, consisting of a short skirt, a tiny hat, and a cheap plastic stethoscope still looped through the collar of the shirt.
You laughed as you held it up against your body, turning toward the mirror. The thing was laughably small now, borderline scandalous, but still in one piece. You looked over at Joel, stretched out on the bed behind you, draping one arm over his face to block the sun coming in through the window. You could tell by the rise and fall of his chest that he was just resting, and not asleep.
āHey, Joel,ā you teased, holding the costume against you. āLook what I just found.ā
Your voice made him peek out from under his arm. āWhatās that?ā
You turned fully, holding the outfit by the hanger. āOld nurse costume. Wore it for Halloween like five years ago. Forgot I even had it.ā
Joel made a faint snort sound. āFigures you kept somethinā like that.ā
āFigures?ā
āMm-hm,ā he closed his eyes again. āYouāre the type to hang onto silly things. Aināt never seen a nurse wearinā somethinā like that.ā
No matter what Joel said, the playful idea was already blooming, and impossible to ignore. āYāknow, we could make use of it.ā
That made him crack one of his eyes open. āMake use of it?ā
āRoleplay. Doctor and patient.ā You pressed the stethoscope to your chest for a dramatic effect. āOr nurse and⦠older man who needs a check-up.ā
Joel looked like youād just told him the worst idea imaginable. āAw, hell no. No. Donāt even start with that.ā
āWhy not?ā you feigned innocence.
āBecause thatās ridiculous. I aināt puttinā on a show. Iād feel stupid.ā
You climbed onto the bed with the costume in your arms. āCome on, itād be fun. You just sit there and grumble while I play nurse. Itās easy.ā
He shot you a look that was half a glare, and half disbelief. āDarlinā, I aināt lettinā you put me in no⦠scene. Whatās next? You want me to buy a cowboy hat, start callinā you āmaāamā?ā
You bit back a laugh. āYouād look good in a cowboy hat.ā
Joel groaned again, dropping his head into his hands. āChrist almightyā¦ā
But you werenāt letting it go that easy now that the idea was in your mind and you couldnāt shake it off. You set the costume on the bedspread between you and leaned in close, placing your hand on his knee. āJoel. Itās just a little fun. You donāt even have to act. You just have to sit there and let meā¦ā Your smile turned sly. āā¦examine you.ā
He tightened his jaw, and shook his head slowly. āNo. Absolutely not. Iāll feel like a damn fool.ā
āYou already feel like a fool half the time when Iām making you blush,ā you teased. āWhatās the difference?ā
āThatās different,ā he shot back. āThat aināt⦠dressinā up, pretendinā to be somethinā Iām not.ā
āJoel Miller, scared of a little imagination?ā you pushed, grinning.
āI aināt scared,ā he growled, pointing at you. āDonāt you go twistinā my words.ā
You sat back, folding your arms with mock indignation. āSo youāre saying you donāt want me in that little skirt, bending over to take your pulse, climbing on your lap with a clipboard in handāā
āEnough,ā Joel cut you off with a warning, but his ears had gone pink the same way they always got when he got aroused after your teasing.
You smirked. āGotcha.ā
His glare told you he knew exactly what you were doing, and exactly how much you were enjoying it. He leaned back against the headboard with a grumble. āYouāre relentless, you know that?ā
āMm-hm.ā You stretched out beside him, laying your head on his shoulder. āAnd I always get my way.ā
Around 8 p.m Joel came back from his shower. His damp hair was pushed back, his t-shirt clinging in places where it hadnāt fully dried. He stopped dead in the doorway when he saw you already dressed.
āJesus Christ,ā he muttered, staring at the little white skirt barely skimming the tops of your thighs, the neckline of the shirt plunging lower than heād have expected. The ridiculous plastic stethoscope was dangled around your neck, and youād even shoved the tiny nurseās hat into your hair. You leaned against the dresser with a clipboard in hand, one you had stolen from Joelās old paperwork pile, as you tapped a pen against your lip, looking over him.
āMr. Miller,ā you said in your most professional voice, āI hear youāre due for a full examination.ā
Joel dragged a hand down his face. āAw, hell. Youāre actually doinā this.ā
āOf course I am.ā You sauntered closer, clicking your pen. āI take my job very seriously. Now, why donāt you sit on the bed and weāll begin your check-up?ā
He squinted at you, unimpressed. āDarlinā, this isāā
āBed,ā you interrupted, pointing your pen toward it like a command.
Joel raised his brows, sighing heavily, but shuffled to sit on the edge of the mattress. He spread his knees wide, resting his elbows on them, every inch of him saying this is stupid.
You made a show of flipping the first page of your clipboard. āPatient name?ā
āDarlinā you already know my damn name.ā
āSir,ā you said, in your most professional tone, āif you donāt cooperate, I canāt give you proper care.ā
Joel narrowed his eyes. āYouāre impossible.ā
āPatient name?ā you repeated.
He huffed. āā¦Joel Miller.ā
You scribbled dramatically, then peered at him over the top of the clipboard. āAge?ā
āToo old for this.ā You gave him a sharp look, to which he grumbled, āForty-somethinā,ā and scratched his jaw.
You clicked your tongue. āNot very precise, Mr. Miller. Iāll just put down: grumpy middle-aged man who doesnāt follow directions.ā
Joel let out a low growl. āThat aināt what I said.ā
āMoving on,ā you chirped, stepping between his knees. You looped the cheap stethoscope buds into your ears, pressing the cold disk against his chest. āDeep breath for me.ā
Joel obeyed, but his tone was dry as dust. āYāknow that thing aināt even real. Donāt work.ā
You gave him a scandalized look. āMr. Miller! Questioning your nurse? Iāll have you know this stethoscope is very much real.ā
āItās from the dollar bin at a party store,ā he muttered.
You broke character just long enough to swat his arm. āPlay along!ā
He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head, but he quieted.
You pressed the disk to his chest again, lowering your voice with exaggerated seriousness. āMm. Strong heart. Very strong. Beats a little faster when Iām this close, though.ā
Joel gave you a flat look. āā¦Because youāre standinā right between my legs in a skirt barely long enough to cover anythinā.ā
You bent over him, deliberately close, pretending to check his pupils with a little flashlight from your bedside drawer. āEyesight: slightly impaired. Does not recognize when he has a very good thing sitting right in front of him.ā
That got you a twitch at the corner of his mouth, even if he tried to smother it.
āAlright, Mr. Miller,ā you continued, flipping a page. āNow Iām going to need you to lie back so I can examine your abdomen.ā
Joel grumbled under his breath but stretched out on the bed anyway, placing his hands over his stomach like a man enduring the worldās worst doctor visit.
You perched beside him, poking at his ribs lightly. āAny tenderness here?ā
He caught your wrist, giving you a look. āYou poke me like that again and youāre liable to get flipped under me.ā
You arched a brow. āThat sounds like a threat against your healthcare provider.ā
āThat sounds like me warninā you to quit messinā around.ā
You broke character again, laughing as you pried your wrist free. āJoel, youāre supposed to mess around. Thatās the point.ā
āFeels dumb,ā he grumbled.
You leaned down, pressing a kiss just under his jaw. āItās not dumb..ā
He sighed, and whispered, āCanāt believe the things I do for you.ā
āBack in character,ā you warned, grinning as you straightened. āNow, Mr. Miller, your vitals are normal, so can you tell me your motive of consultation. What brings you in today?ā
Joel gave you a flat look. āWhat brings me in today?ā
āYes,ā you said, nodding earnestly. āWhy are you here in this hospital? What are your symptoms? Whatās troubling you?ā
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. āNothinās troublinā me.ā
You gave him your most exaggerated frown. āThat canāt be right. Nobody comes in for nothing.ā
āWell, ām feelinā alright,ā Joel said firmly.Ā
You broke character for a second, laughing. āJoel, youāre supposed to make something up. Like⦠a fever, or a pain in your chest, orāā
āThatās lyinā to the doctor,ā he cut in. āThey canāt do their job right if you donāt tell the truth.ā
You blinked at him. āā¦Youāre impossible.ā
āJust sayinā,ā Joel leaned back on his hands. āDonāt see the point in playinā pretend about beinā sick.ā
You dropped your clipboard dramatically onto the bed, pressing your palm to your forehead. āMr. Miller, if you donāt provide me with a reason for your consultation, I canāt proceed with the examination.ā
Joel tilted his head, lips twitching like he was barely keeping his amusement hidden. āFine. My motive is that my girlfriend made me.ā
You gasped, pointing your pen at him. āIncorrect answer! Try again.ā
He shrugged. āThatās the truth.ā
āJoel.ā
He gave you a look, all stubborn eyes that his a hint of mischief. āAināt no motive other than you in a short skirt tellinā me to sit here.ā
You shook your head. āOkay, letās pretend, alright? Use your imagination. Youāve come to the hospital. Why?ā
Joel shifted on the mattress, sighing out loud. āAlright, fine.ā He rubbed his jaw like he was being interrogated. āGot a sore shoulder. Been actinā up when I sleep on it.ā
You perked up immediately. āVery good, Mr. Miller. A sore shoulder. Likely a rotator cuff issue, possibly bursitis. Have you been doing any heavy lifting lately?ā
āYou really want me to answer that?ā
āYes!ā you insisted.
He ran a hand through his damp hair. āWell, yeah. Always doinā heavy liftinā at work. Lumber, bags of cement, hell, even groceries sometimes. Nothinā new bout it.ā
You nodded sagely, scribbling furiously on your paper. āAnd do you feel stiffness, numbness, or tingling in your arm?ā
āStiffness, sometimes,ā he admitted grudgingly. āEspecially after a long day. Numbness, no. Tinglinā⦠maybe if I sit funny.ā
You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing, he was taking this way too seriously. āNoted. Any history of injuries?ā
Joel gave you a look. āDo you want the whole list? āCause thatās a long damn list.ā
āGive me the highlights,ā you said, pretending to check boxes.
āBusted my wrist fallinā off a ladder. Knee messed up playinā ball when I was young. Broken ribs more than once. Stitches, lots of those. And I sure as hell donāt remember every time I pulled a muscle.ā
You broke character completely, laughing so hard you had to set the clipboard down. āJoel! Youāre not supposed to actually give me your medical history!ā
He just shrugged, completely deadpan. āYou asked.ā
āOh my God.ā You buried your face in your hands, still laughing.
Joel reached over, tuggingĀ your hands gently down, āDonāt make fun of me.ā
āIām not,ā you said between giggles. āI just⦠I love that youāre treating this like a real exam.ā
āāCause thatās what you said it was,ā He grumbled. āNurse and patient. ām the patient, so ām tellinā you whatās wrong. What else am I supposed to do?ā
You leaned in, still smiling. āYouāre supposed to play along. Be dramatic. Say things like oh nurse, I think I need you to take my temperature.ā
Joel twisted his face, looking scandalized. āThe hell I am.ā
āYes!ā you insisted, nudging his shoulder. āCome on, be sexy with it.ā
āDarlinā,ā he said flatly, āthere aināt nothinā sexy about pretendinā I got a bum shoulder.ā
You grinned, crawling onto his lap so you were straddling him. āThen letās change your motive of consultation. Maybe itās not your shoulder. Maybe itāsā¦ā You leaned close, brushing your lips over his ear. āā¦something else that needs attention.ā
Joel rolled his eyes as he tilted his head back. āI knew you were gonna turn this into somethinā dirty.ā
āThatās the fun part,ā you whispered, nipping at his jaw.
He placed his hands over your hips, holding you in place. His voice was rough. āAlright,ā Joel sighed, like a man resigning himself to his fate.Ā
āFine. My motive of consultationā¦ā He shifted under you, meeting your eyes with a faint spark of humor. āā¦is that I got a beautiful nurse sittinā in my lap, anā itās causinā me a problem I canāt exactly walk outta here with.ā
You gasped dramatically, clutching your clipboard. āPlease describe your symptoms, Mr. Miller.ā
Joel hesitated, rubbing at his jaw. His cheeks had gone just faintly pink. āThereās, uh⦠another area of my body thatās⦠stiff.ā
You nearly burst out laughing, biting your lip hard to keep your composure. āOh? Stiffness, you say?ā
Joel gave you a flat and unamused look. āDonāt you dare laugh.ā
āI would never laugh at a patient in distress,ā you said solemnly, though your grin betrayed you. You tapped your pen against the clipboard like you were taking very official notes. āLocation of the stiffness?ā
Joel let out a long groan, āā¦Lower region.ā
āLower region is rather vague,ā you said, pursing your lips like a real clinician. āDo you mean⦠quadriceps? Knees? Toes?ā
He growled under his breath, the tips of his ears going fully red. āā¦You know damn well what I mean.ā
You leaned in, smiling sweetly. āMr. Miller, I canāt make a proper assessment unless youāre precise. Please indicate the location.ā
Joel gave you the most pitiful glare, equal parts aroused, annoyed, and resigned. Then he shifted his hips beneath you, just enough to make you feel exactly where he meant. His cock was already hard under his sweats, thick and hot even through the fabric, the shape of him was pressing right up against the damp spot on your panties. The fabric was rough, scraping lightly over your clit as he rocked up again, a slow grind that made you gasp out a soft nnnh as the texture caught and dragged.
You gasped in your best fake scandalized voice. āMr. Miller! That is highly inappropriate behavior in the nurseās office.ā
Joel narrowed his eyes. āYou asked.ā
āPlease refrain from⦠presenting your symptoms in such a vulgar way.ā
āVulgar? You told me to point out where it was.ā He said as he lifted his brows.
āNot like that.ā You tapped your clipboard against his chest. āYou cannot just⦠thrust your pelvis at me. Highly inappropriate.ā
He smirked faintly, leaning back against the headboard with his arms crossed. āWell, I was just beinā precise. You told me to indicate the location.ā
You fought to keep your composure, tugging your hat straighter and raising your clipboard again. āAhem. Back to business. Mr. Miller, this behavior is inappropriate. I am your nurse. You must treat me with respect.ā
Joel rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, āYouāre outta your damn mind.ā
āExcuse me?ā you said sharply. āNoncompliance noted. May require disciplinary measures.ā
That made him open his eyes wider in curiosity. āDisciplinary measures, huh?ā
āYes,ā you said firmly, though your grin betrayed you. āIf a patient flirts with his nurse, or attempts to⦠expose himself in an unprofessional manner, it goes on his permanent record.ā
Joel gave a low laugh. āPermanent record? What am I, in grade school again?ā
āItās very serious, Mr. Miller,ā you insisted, leaning in until your nose nearly brushed his. āIf you continue this behavior, I may have to call security.ā
āSecurity?ā he repeated dryly. āAināt no one in this house but us.ā
āUgh, youāre impossible, Mr. Miller,ā you rolled your eyes, biting back another laugh. āAnd you clearly have a localized stiffness in the groin region.ā You wrote more notes on the clipboard. āOn a scale from one to ten, how severe is the pain?ā
Joel exhaled heavily, clearly regretting everything. āā¦Ten.ā
āTen?ā you repeated, opening your eyes wide with mock concern. āThatās very serious, Mr. Miller. You should have come in sooner.ā
āYeah, well,ā Joel slid his eyes away, āfigured itād go away on its own. Donāt like botherinā nobody.ā
You nearly fell off his lap laughing. āJoel! Youāre actually giving me a backstory?ā
āIām answerinā the damn questions like you told me to,ā he grumbled. āAināt my fault you donāt like the answers.ā
You cupped his face, grinning so wide it made his brow furrow. āBack in character,ā you reminded him, waggling your pen. āSo. A ten out of ten stiffness in the groin. Does it interfere with your daily activities?ā
Joel gave you a dry look. āā¦Itās interferinā right now.ā
You cleared your throat. āBased on your symptoms, the localized stiffness in the groin, severe pain rated ten out of ten, inappropriate behavior toward medical staff⦠Iām afraid youāll need an immediate intervention.ā
āIntervention, huh? What kind?ā
You leaned down to whisper right against his mouth, āIntensive hands-on therapy.ā
Joel groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. āKnew it was gonna come to that.ā
āDo you consent to treatment, Mr. Miller?ā you asked, struggling not to laugh.
His eyes burned into yours, heated despite his gruffness. āā¦Yeah. I consent.ā
āExcellent.ā You kissed him softly, then pulled back with a smirk. āNow lie back and let me do my job.ā
Joel shook his head, muttering under his breath as he obeyed, āMost ridiculous doctorās visit I ever had.ā
You grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked it down. His breath hitched hard as you dragged the fabric low on his hips, just far enough to free the problem heād been growling about, all thick, flushed, and heavy as it sprang up against his stomach. His cock slapped free with a quiet thud.
You adjusted your tiny nurseās hat and leaned closer like you were peering into a microscope. āAh. Yes. Localized swelling confirmed.ā
Joel muttered something that sounded a lot like kill me now.
Joelās cock was gorgeous, to say the least, it was heavy in that way that made your mouth go dry, the kind of cock you already knew youād have to work for if you wanted to take every last inch. Thick from base to tip, curved upward like it was proud of itself, bold about what it could do to you. The head was flushed a deep and needy pink, a bead of slick pre-cum already gathering there before slowly rolling down the curve.
āLengthā¦ā You tilted your head, tapping your pen against your lips like you were about to jot down notes. āSubstantial. Thickness⦠also substantial. Veins⦠pronounced. Coloration⦠healthy.ā
Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. āYouāre unbelievable.ā
āShh.ā You hushed him, pretending to press the stethoscope to his shaft. āVital signs normal. Patient appears to be responding to stimulation.ā
When the cold metal of the stethoscope kissed the warm skin of his cock, the contrast hit him so sharply he shivered. You traced the smooth steel along the thick vein running up his shaft, and he twitched under the touch.
Joel shot you a look through the pleasure. āThat aināt how you use a stethoscope.ā
āMr. Miller,ā you scolded, āare you the nurse here? No. So please allow me to do my job.ā
He clenched his jaw. āFeels stupid.ā
āFeels necessary,ā you countered brightly as you removed the stethoscope. āNow, any history of problems with this organ?ā
Joel groaned like it hurt to answer you. āAināt answerinā that.ā
āSir, I must insist. Medical history is important.ā
After a long, suffering pause, Joel finally replied, āNever had a problem with it. Works just fine.ā
You grinned, leaning closer. āFrequency of use?ā
Joel squinted at you. āThe hell do you mean?ā
āHow often do you⦠exercise the organ?ā you said innocently.
Joel gave you a withering glare. āā¦Darlinā, if you want to know how often I fuck you, just say it plain. Every goddamn night.ā
Joel knew exactly what his cock did to you, how just the sight of it turned your thoughts molten, how you got needy and impatient, ready to climb into his lap and beg to be fucked stupid the second he pulled it out. Which was why it actually startled him that you stayed in character, that you didnāt immediately drop the act.
āMr. Miller!ā you gasped, scandalized. āYou use that kind of language one more time and Iāll have to ask you to leave.ā
He snorted. āYou started it.ā
āNo extracurricular use?ā you asked, arching your brow high, with a look that warned him there was only one acceptable answer.
Joel scoffed, shrugging those broad shoulders. āYou askinā if I use it other than home? Pfff, as if Iād have time.ā
Your stare went ice-cold in an instant. āWrong answer, Mr. Miller. Try again.ā
He huffed a soft laugh, the kind that said he knew exactly what kind of trouble heād walked into. He lifted his hands in a mock surrender. āNo. Never. Iād never use it with anyone else but my beautiful girl. ām as loyal as they come. Rather have it cut off.ā
Your laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. āWell, I hope we donāt have to get ahead to an amputation. Itād be such a pity⦠you donāt see one like this every day.ā
His cock twitched at your tone, at the way you admired him like you owned every inch, āyeah? that so?ā he pressed his hips forward, offering himself for inspection.
You wrapped your hand around his cock with detachment to give him a slow stroke. āMmm, yes⦠reflexes are strong. Circulation excellent. Responsiveness is immediate.ā
Joel jerked his hips upward again before he could stop himself. That little stroke you gave him felt almost clinical, and it drove him absolutely out of his mind. It was as if you were just inspecting him, pretending his cock wasnāt the thing that usually had you whimpering and crying. Right now he needed your messy handjobs so bad, the ones where you kept going despite your tired wrist, where you moaned just from feeling the jumping of his cock against your palm. He craved the sloppy way you usually touched him, but he stayed calm for you anyway, because he could see how much you were having fun with this little roleplay.
āChristā¦ā He moaned.
āPrognosis: patient is in dire need of release.ā
āThat obvious?ā He moved his hand, and you noticed instantly, because he didnāt bother hiding the intention, that it was headed straight for your breasts. He wanted to squeeze them until your soft flesh spilled out between his fingers, but you stopped him before he could.
āInappropriate touching of medical staff will be reported,ā you warned with a hard squeeze of his cock.
His gruffness was cracking under the strain. āAināt no staff here but you, anā you damn well know what youāre doinā.ā
You smirked, leaning down until you were right up against his face. āIāll need to perform a more thorough exam.ā
Joel closed his eyes,āMost ridiculous check-up I ever hadā¦ā
He was getting grumpier by the moment, every second of your slow teasing was sanding down what little patience he had left. He was done pretending he wasnāt desperate to be inside you already. He was tired of waiting to have you, when every muscle in him wanted to drag you down onto his cock and fuck the character right out of you.
āPatient Miller,ā you said squeezing him again, āthe examination will now proceed with a throughout manual treatment.ā
āManual treatment, my ass. Thatās just you gettinā me off.ā
āPlease donāt question hospital procedures,ā you scolded, giving his shaft a slow pump. āIāll need you to remain still during this procedure.ā
āHard to sit still with your hand on me like that,ā His voice roughened as your grip settled into a rhythm, practiced and firm, exactly the way he loved it.
Finally you moved your hand the way that always unraveled him. Wrapping your fingers tight around the thick base of his cock, giving him a hard stroke that punched a growl straight out of his throat, a rough ānnhāfuckā vibrating through his chest. Then you twisted your wrist at the top, just the way he liked it, adding that perfect bit of pressure to the swollen, sensitive head. The moment you did, he jolted his hips up like his body had been waiting for that exact touch, his cock was throbbing violently in your hand as a fresh bead of slick spilled out for you.
āMm-hm,ā you hummed like you were making notes. āStrong pulse⦠patient appears to respond positively to treatment⦠vascular function excellent. Do you feel any discomfort?ā
Joel fluttered his eyelids his. āOnly discomfort I feel is from beinā teased like hell.ā
You twisted your wrist just right, watching the way his breath hitched, his whole body tightening.
He kept his eyes locked on your hand as it moved up and down his length, like he couldnāt afford to miss a single stroke you gave him. Every glide of your palm made his breath stutter. Beads of precum kept welling at the tip, thick and clear drops that trembled before spilling over, sliding down the flushed head and tracing over the veins that stood out along his cock.
Joelās laugh came out strangled. āGoddamn⦠youāre real good at this.ā
You broke character just long enough to grin. āBest nurse in the county.ā
His eyes hooded, finally giving into the game. āYeah⦠you are. Sweet little hands, takinā care of me like this. Makinā me feel better.ā His drawl deepened, almost a growl. āGonna take real good care of my little nurse later. Bend her right over the exam table.ā
Heat shot through you, but you forced yourself to keep your face straight, your voice cool. āThat would be inappropriate, Mr. Miller.ā
You felt your panties getting wetter by the second, the heat blooming in your belly until the thin fabric clung to your pussy lips. Every slow pump of your hand around Joelās cock sent another pulse of need through you. The damp cotton stuck to you, outlining every every slick and swollen part of you that wanted attention, and when you squeezed him a little harder, you could feel your own arousal leak.
Joel bucked into your grip, his breath coming heavier. āInappropriate donāt mean I aināt gonna do it.ā
āSir,ā you scolded, stroking faster now, āIāll have to write you up for misconduct if you continueāā
āWrite me up all you want, sweetheart,ā Joel clamped his hand over your wrist, digging his fingers in just enough to guide your hand down to the thick base of his cock, squeezing your fingers around him until your grip matched exactly how he liked it. Then he dragged your hand upward with a pull, setting the pace himself as your strokes turned into something he could actually fuck into. He followed the rhythm he was forcing you into, tilting his hips forward with tight jolts that made him slide his cock through your fist, slick with his pre-cum. The sound of it obscene, a wet little shhlk each time you tightened your fist and dragged it back up āBut donāt you dare stop. You hear me?ā
You were trying to keep your tone even and stay in character even if your arousal was taking over you completely. āNoted. Patient highly demanding during treatment.ā
Joelās laugh broke on a groan, and his thighs were trembling. āChrist almighty⦠Youāre⦠youāre a real good nurse, baby. Real good.ā His voice was guttural, locking his eyes on your hand, watching the way it moved up and down his lenght. āFuck, I love your hand on me.ā
You were stroking him mercilessly now, working him with a rhythm that made him tense his thighs under you. You dragged your thumb over the swollen and sensitive head, gathering the thick bead of pre-cum there and smearing it down his length. The slickness coated him, slippery, making every pump glide easier. You slid your fist from the heavy base all the way up to the flushed tip, twisting just enough to make his breath catch in a broken ānnnnghāshiiit.ā The more you spread his slick, the wetter he got, the wetter your hand got. His cock was jumping with each pass of your thumb, leaking more for you to smear, more for you to use as you worked him.
āHell,ā he groaned, his cock twitching on your hand, ānurse⦠this aināt enough.ā
You cocked your head, keeping your strokes even. āManual evaluation is proving highly effective. Patientās body is responding exactly as expected.ā
Joel clamped his hand together around your wrist, halting your motion just enough to make you look up. His eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and hungry. āNo,ā he said firmly. āNeed the real thing. Need pussy, too. Nothinā else is gonna fix it.ā
You arched your brows, slipping back into character. āMr. Miller,ā you gasped, scandalized, āNurses donāt provide that kind of service.ā
Joel curled his lips in a smirk, though his voice stayed strained with need. āGuess Iāll have to file a complaint then, wonāt I? Seeinā as how my treatment aināt complete.ā
You narrowed your eyes at him, still stroking him and teasing the head. āYouāre an impossible patient.ā
āAnd youāre a stubborn nurse,ā Joel shot back. āBut I aināt walkinā outta this hospital till I get what I came for.ā
Your pulse spiked the moment his words hit you, and you felt the heat pool between your thighs. He always knew exactly what to say to make you wet. You shifted in his lap, settling yourself more comfortably until his cock was pressed right against your slick core through the thin fabric of your panties. The thick length of him was nestling between your folds, the damp cotton doing nothing to mute the heat or the shape of him. He twitched under you when your weight settled fully, nudging the head of him agaisnt your clit through the fabric, dragging a breathless little ahh from your throat as you instinctively rocked forward, grinding down on him without even meaning to.
āFine,ā you said, straightening your skirt with exaggerated professionalism. āBut only for medical purposes.ā
Joel let out a laugh that broke into a groan when you ground down against him, catching your clit right against the fat head of his cock. āYeah, darlinā. Strictly medical.ā
You tugged your panties aside with a shaky hand and guided him to your entrance, the thick head of his cock finding you with a perfect slide. Then you sank down slowly, inch by inch, savoring that first brutal stretch as he pushed into you. The first few inches breached your tight hole, your pussy gripping around him instinctively, and that familiar sting flared, Joel was always a lot to take, no matter how used to him you were. The burn, the pressure, the way your breath caught in your chest was overwhelming.
But as your walls stretched around the broad width of his cock, opening for him, accepting him, your body melted around the intrusion. And when you finally pushed down and took the rest of him, every hot, heavy inch, the pain dissolved into a flood of pleasure so intense it made you tremble. Your pussy clenched around him as the full, devastating ache of being filled by Joel settled into something addictive.
āChrist almightyā¦ā he groaned. āThatās it. Thatās the treatment I needed. A tight perfect pussy round my cock.ā
You gasped the moment he bottomed out inside you, and you dug your fingers into the firm muscle of his shoulders for balance, for something to hold onto while your pussy fluttered around the thick weight filling you to the very limit.
You were fully seated on his cock, every inch buried, pressing your hips flush to his, grinding your clit lightly against the coarse hair at the base.
āThis is so unprofessional,ā you whispered, though your were already rocking your hips back and forth, your body betraying you.
Joelās laugh was breathless. āBest damn nurse I ever had.ā
Joel didnāt know the meaning of being made for until he had you, until he felt you like this, wrapped around him, taking him all the way in. Because you were truly made for him, made to take every thick inch he gave you. He fit perfectly inside you, in the way your pussy swallowed him down, in the way your walls clung tight and warm around his cock like they were built to keep him there.
You hugged him so snug it was unreal, a hot, velvet squeeze that made his breath hitch. He felt every tiny flutter of your muscles around him, every pulse of your arousal, every little tremble your body gave as you adjusted to the stretch. And he knew how much you struggled at the beginning, how your breath went high and shaky as you forced yourself to take him inch by inch. He loved that moment, loved watching your face twist with that mix of pain and want as he opened you up. But what really wrecked him was what came after, the moment your body finally loosened around his thickness, when the burn melted into need and you went wild for him. The moment you stopped resisting the stretch and started riding it, riding him, fucking yourself dumb on his cock like it was the only thing your body understood.
You rolled your hips faster, finding that perfect rhythm. Each lift of your hips squeezed him tight, your walls gripping around him before you dropped back down and took him deep again. Every descent made his cock drag along your most sensitive nerves. The movement sent little shocks of pleasure racing up your spine, the deeper he reached, the hotter it felt,
Joel slid his hands up your back, pulling you down to his chest. āKeep ridinā me, nurse. Wanna see you work for it. You look so good bouncinā on me like this.ā
Your rhythm quickened, your breath catching as pleasure built with every grind. You clung to his shoulders harder, your nurse act slipping into breathless moans. He was too much, too good, every drive of his hips making your head spin.
Joel smirked up at you, sweat dampening his curls. āMmm⦠yeah, thatās it. My good nurse, takinā such good care of me.ā He snapped his hips upward, meeting every drop of your body with a hard thrust.
Joel could always tell when the edge of fatigue started to creep into your movements, and every time, without fail, he stepped in to take over He loved helping you out, he set the pace easily, taking control driving his hips up into you while he held you exactly where he wanted you. You were on top, sure, straddling him, riding him, taking him, but he never let that fool you into thinking you were the one in charge. He liked letting you pretend, liked watching your face twist with pleasure like you were the one dictating the pace, when in reality he was just using your body to fuck himself deeper into you. He slammed his cock into you with those sharp, upward thrusts that stole the air from your lungs, hitting every sensitive place inside you that you couldnāt reach on your own. Each snap of his hips was loud as he fucked you from below, your body bouncing in his grip while he handled you like you weighed nothing.
āGonna fuck you proper once this examās over. Bend you right over that little desk of yours.ā
You whimpered, trying to keep your composure. āMr. Miller, thatāsāahācompletely against hospital policyāā
Joel cut you off with a sharp thrust that had you crying out. āAināt givinā a damn about policy.ā His voice was full of need. āJust give me that sweet pussy. Thatās the only cure I need.ā
You bounced harder in his lap, your nurseās cap sliding crooked on your head. Joel had his eyes locked on the place where his cock kept disappearing inside you, staring like he couldnāt tear himself away if he tried. Your juices were gushing out around him, slick and glossy as they spilled down your pussy and coated his veiny shaft, dripping lower until they glazed over his heavy balls. Each thrust stirred more out of you, your arousal making it sinfully easy for him to slide in and out of you.
āGoddamn,ā he rasped, brushing his thumb over your clit in firm circles. āLookāa cha. Best nurse in the world. Only one who knows how to treat me right.ā
āPatientās condition⦠escalating,ā you gasped, barely able to keep your voice steady. āDoctorās orders⦠continued stimulation until release.ā
Joelās laugh was broken, desperate. āYouāre fuckinā killinā me, baby.ā He bucked his hips up into yours harder, his breath ragged in your ear. āDonāt you stop now. You hear me? Donāt you dare stop.ā
You rode him harder, your body shaking as you reached for release. Joel held you like heād never let you go.
āGood nurse,ā he locked his hands hard on your hips, as he yanked you down with a force that stole the breath from your throat. His cock bottomed out inside you in one brutal, perfect thrust, slamming the blunt head into your cervix and making your whole body seize around him. You clenched tight, an involuntary squeeze that dragged a guttural āfuuuckāā out of Joel as he did it again, and again, pounding up into that deep, aching spot until you were trembling in his grip. Every time he hit your cervix your vision sparked.
āMr. Millerāā you gasped, your voice breaking into a whimper, āyouāreānghāyouāre gonna make meāā
āProcedure be damned,ā Joel growled, snapping his hips up again and again, fucking you harder, faster, until you were bouncing helplessly in his lap. His voice was a rasp in your ear, half-mocking, half-desperate. āAināt leavinā this room till I get every bit of what I need outta you.ā
Your nurse cap slipped to one side, barely hanging on while Joel skimmed his palm up from your hip to your chest. His other hand stayed between your thighs, circling your clit in focused strokes. He grabbed your shirt and tugged hard enough to pop a couple buttons, the fabric pulling open and baring your breasts to the heat of his stare. Then his hands were on you. cupping your tits and squeezing them like he needed every bit of you in his hands.
He dragged his thumbs over your nipples, slow then firmer, until they peaked under the friction. He kneaded harder, rolling your nipples between his fingers, brushing them again and again while he kept working your clit with steady pressure.
āGoddamn,ā he locked his eyes on your tits as they jumped. āThese perfect tits bouncinā for me. My good little nurse got the prettiest titties.ā
āY-youāreāahhhābeing inappropriate,ā you tried to scold him, your words torn apart by the pace of his thrusts.
Joel pinched your nipple just enough to make your whole body jolt. āYeah? And whatās my punishment, nurse? Huh? You gonna write me up while ām buried in this sweet cunt?ā
You let your head fell back, your moans were high and helpless as he fucked you harder, driving his hips up to meet every grind of yours. His mouth found your chest, scraping his teeth over your breast, sucking hard until you gasped.
āFuck, Joelāā you moaned, breaking character without even realizing.
āMm-hm,ā he grunted against your skin. āThatās it, baby. Forget that little game. Just ride me. Take me deep. Thatās all I need.ā
You whimpered, clawing at his shoulders, your whole body tightening. The hand between your thighs kept working you with single-minded intent, pressing two of his thick fingers harder against your clit, grinding that sensitive bundle with the rough pads before he started flicking them in quick motions. He dragged those same fingers in circles, then snapped them up and down again.
You jolted, almost sobbing at the sudden rush of sensation. āOh, GodāJoelāā
āYeah, thatās it,ā he panted, never letting up. āGonna make my nurse cum. Gonna watch you fall apart on me.āYouāre so fuckinā tight, darlinā. Squeezinā me like youāre already there.ā
Your body shook, the pressure was unbearable, Joelās cock hitting you just right while his fingers worked your clit mercilessly. His chest was slick with sweat against yours, his breath hot and ragged at your ear, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
āCome on, sweetheart,ā he urged you. āCum for me. Show me how good this big cock fucks you.ā
That was all it took. The world went white, you seized around him as your orgasm ripped through you, making you scream his name, clinging to him like youād drown without him, your pussy milking his cock in desperate pulses.
Joel spilled curses against your skin. āFuckāfuckāyeah, just like that, baby. Thatās it. Thatās my girl.ā His thrusts turned erratic, harder, deeper, until he finally slammed you down and held you there, buried to the hilt.
He rembled under your when he came, a deep sound tearing out of him as he spilled inside you. Heat flooded you in thick pulses, he was pumping his chm so deep you could feel every hot ribbon of it painting your walls, settling warm in the very pit of you, like he was marking the deepest part of your body from the inside out.
He wrapped his arms around you and crushed you to his chest, holding you steady while those last shuddering aftershocks ripped through him. He gave you one more slow and helpless thrust as another thick pulse leaked into you, he clung to the feeling of being still buried inside you, still spilling, still claiming.
āHell of a check-up,ā he rasped finally, his voice wrecked. āDonāt know what kinda insurance covers this, but Iāll pay cash.ā
You laughed weakly against his chest. Joel still had you locked against him, your thighs trembling around his hips, his cock softening inside you but refusing to let you go just yet. He leaned back against the headboard, stroking absent patterns across your damp spine.
Joel huffed a laugh. āThat the standard follow-up procedure, huh? Wear a man out so he canāt walk out the damn door?ā
You smiled weakly against him, still floating. āOnly for the most difficult patients.ā
He squeezed your ass gently, reassuring, like he couldnāt stop touching you. āYeah, Iāll give you that. I was a pain in the ass.ā
āYou are a pain in the ass,ā you murmured, tipping your chin up to look at him. āYou kept refusing treatment, arguing with the staff, questioning procedures. If you were a real patient, Iād have kicked you out of the hospital.ā
āLucky for me, you aināt a real nurse. āCause Iād hate to miss out on this kinda medicine.ā
You laughed, swatting at his chest, but he caught your wrist easily, pressing your hand flat against his heartbeat. āFeel that?ā he asked. āThatās what you do to me, darlinā. Drive it up like I just ran ten miles.ā
Your teasing faltered into a soft smile. āGlad I could help your cardiovascular health, Mr. Miller.ā
He groaned, but he slid up his hand to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you in for a slow kiss. He moved his lips tenderly against yours. When you finally pulled back, he muttered against your mouth, "Donāt get used to it. Aināt never gonna put on no costume for you. Donāt ask me to play police officer or cowboy or any other fool shit.ā
You grinned against his chest. āBut cowboy would suit youā¦ā
āDarlinā.ā His warning tone was sharp, but he kept stroking his thumb over your arm in lazy circles. āDonāt push me.ā
You giggled, letting yourself relax fully into him. His heartbeat steadied under your ear, his warmth surrounding you, anchoring you.
āYāknow,ā he said, almost sheepish, āI did feel stupid at first. All that⦠silly talk. But youāā He paused, huffed like he hated admitting it. āYou make it fun. You make me forget myself.ā
You looked up at him. āThatās the whole point.ā
āDonāt need no roleplay to want you. But if thatās your thing, nurse⦠I reckon Iāll let you treat me again sometime.ā
You beamed, settling back against him. āPatient Miller, Iāll pencil you in for a follow-up appointment.ā
Joel chuckled low, wrapping you up fully in his arms. āLong as itās you takinā care of me, baby⦠Iāll keep cominā back.ā
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A/N: Maybe some of you remember that a few months back I asked for your thoughts on what kind of roleplay Joel would do with his partner, because I wanted to write something about it. One (or more) of you suggested nurse roleplay, and to whoever said that, thank you so much for the idea :)
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When your high-powered marketing career goes up in flames, you find yourself back in Texas and out of optionsāuntil your old childhood friend Tommy offers you a job at his familyās growing construction company. The only catch? His older brother Joel, the project manager with a chip on his shoulder and zero patience for your city-slicker attitude.
You clash instantly: youāre clever, confident, and painfully corporate. Heās quiet, rugged, and set in his ways. You push his buttons. He pushes back harder. But somewhere between long meetings, late nights, resurfacing memories, and hurt, along with one very unexpected work trip⦠the tension starts to shift.
What begins as bickering turns into banter. Glances linger. Walls crack. And neither of you is quite sure when things started to change.
summary:Ā you canāt seem to wait for joel to take his blue pills, the urge to take him in your mouth overrides any sense of rationale as you sink down onto the floor, your mouth ready to take him soft, and to your surpriseāhe doesnāt need any help getting it up.
cw: 18+ MDNI, old!joel, big āol age gap, porn with little plot, joels internal thoughts, pov switching, erectile dysfunction, brief tipsyness, giving joel a blow job, feeling him grow in your mouth, talks of viagra usage, reader has hair, ball fondeling, genital pronouns, lots of spit, cum swallowing
wc: 2.3k
a/n: old man joel is back!! all i want to do anymore is write for him. the amount of reddit fetish forums for erectile dysfunction i had to reluctantly comb through to make this accurate literally fried my brain
Youāve grown quite fond of Joelās convenient little friends, the powder-blue pills found a seamless way to sneak into your relationship, effortlessly giving you the gift of Joel whenever you wanted him and truthfully, you couldnāt be happier.
The routine was simple, when things got heated, Joel would reluctantly pry you off of himāof course, it was never his choice as heād stare back at you, his chest rapidly expanding with each heavy breath, face flushed, lips swollen, all from your own doing.
Heād swiftly reach over into the bedside table, the tinfoiled packaging crinkling in his hands as heād pop the tablets out, throwing them back as if it was nothing.
This was the hardest part, the desire that crept deep inside your bones would be forced to wait, sometimes it could be an hour before his cock finally swelled up, and truthfully you couldnāt wait that long, needing him give you what youāre been craving the whole evening.
In the meantime heād make it up to you, pleasuring your body like you deserve, using his tongue or his fingers, heād give you exactly what you need, the soft sounds that fall from your lips are better than any song heās ever heard, never getting tired of the soundāor your taste, the sweet primal flavor of your cunt stained his tongue, marking your territory.
Now, Joel always tried to time his pill usage right but lord were you eager, pawing and scratching at him like a sex kitten, your words like honey purring in his warmed ears. Keeping up with your sex drive was a challenge he instantly accepted, a pretty sweet thing like you doesnāt come around too often, showing interest in an old man like him, he still canāt believe it, occasionally pinching himself as if he was in a dream, and if he was, he hopes heād never wake up.
But he wishes things were different, the feeling always crossing his mind while he was patrolling Jackson, trying to stay focused but without you, the short shifts felt longer. His mind always shifted back to the exact same scenario, imagining meeting you nowābut him much younger, twenty years ago and with the reactionary period he once had.
Heād think about picking you up from the bar, taking you home and fucking you every which way he could think of, your body sticky and full of his cum from his own repetitive orgasms, his dick strong and hard, all for his girl.
Joel wasn't much different then his past self, but not being able to get hard for you on command always disappointed him, yet he wouldnāt dare watch his women with someone younger, hellāheād pop someoneās eyes out if they even stared in your direction.
It especially bothers Joel when it comes to nights like this, the two of you tipsy from the bar, a couple shots of whisky swirl in his belly as he wobbles through the door, his hands on your waist as he leads you into the living room.
Getting distracted, his lips instantly find your pretty and swollen ones as he pushes his face into yours, his beard skimming the soft skin of your cheeks.
You deepen the kiss, sticking your tongue directly into his mouth, swiping and sucking on his muscle as you moan into his mouth, and he can taste the sweet, sticky grenadine syrup on your tongue.
His skin is buzzing with want and god, he wants you so fucking badārunning his hands down your back and to your ass, he grips the flesh between his fingers.
Joel can feel his dick throbbing through his jeans but itās still soft, his whole body awake except for his lazy cock, soundly asleep in the confines of his briefs.
He pulls off your reddened lips, preparing to give you the same run around, the usual agonizing waiting game for the pills to work but you quickly fall to the ground, your knees making a thud sound as they hit the wooden flooring.
Staring at him with wide eyes, you push your face into his jean-covered cock, rubbing your face into the warmth of his crotch.
āWhat are you doinā down there?ā Joel questions, his hand coming down and around your jaw to hold it in place, caressing the bone with the pad of his thumb.
You canāt possibly wait for the pills to work tonight, the alcohol making you soft and desperate to take care of him tonight. The thought overrides your rational thinking process as you hum against him, ignoring his hand as you press your mouth hard into the fabric, the cool metal of his fly sending shivers up your spine.
His cock is still heavy even when soft, as you take it in your mouth, the scratchy denim tickling against your lips as you gather a glob of spit onto your tongue, sticking it out and onto his pants, running the muscle along the material.
You lazily roll your tongue around him, sloppily making out with his clothed cock as he shrugs his jacket off, throwing it somewhere behind him on the couch.
āYer killing me darlinā,ā Joel sighs, but you canāt seem to listen to him tonight, desperately needing to wet his soft cock with your lips.
Heās slathered it in your spit by the time you're done, sitting back on the balls of your feet as you stare at the sticky mess you created, the fabric completely darkening around his bulge.
Moaning, you latch back on to a dryer spot on his jeans, and the warmth of your mouth causes Joel to hiss, the feeling starting to soothe him as he finally relaxes into your touch, knowing you want him just like thisāsoft and pliant for your mouth, as his hand finds solace in your hair, his nails prickling the skin of your scalp.
āDidnāt get taā take anything yet darlinā. ās gonna take a while to kick in.ā
Whining, you refuse to stop slobbering against him, biting down on his soft cock through the fabric, your action causing Joel to jump.
āDonāt care, want you in my mouth now. Canāt wait.ā
Joel breathes through his nose, finding himself unable to say no to you when you're like this, the liquor always going straight to your cunt.
You take control of the situation, quickly bringing your shaky hands up to his button, you begin to toy with the fabric, tugging it through the small keyhole.
Your actions cause his belly to slightly poke out from his shirt as you smile. The brown, curly happy trail is nicely highlighted by the pale contrasting skin on his stomach, the skin never seeing the light of day, its bareness saved for you during intimate times like this. Pressing your lips to the skin instantly gets a reaction out of Joel, his breath shaky as you feel the gentle inhale of his soft belly.
Your lips travel further down to the metal of his zipper, biting down against the golden material as you pull it down with ease, his spit soaked, blue boxers poking through the opening.
āDarlinā I donāt want you doing anything just ācus youāre feelinā bad for me.ā
āThatās not why Joel,ā you tut, snaking your hands around the waistband of his briefs, āwanna feel, wanna feel him just like this.ā
Joel grunts as you pull his jeans and underwear down to the ground, the material pooling down against your knees.
Youāre thankful Joel is well endowed, his soft cock still sits perfectly against his balls, the tip, pink and pretty as you run your hands up his thighs, staring at the sight.
āSo pretty, just like this, always so shy when I touch you.ā Praising him, you can feel his thighs clench against your fingertips, the muscles causing his soft dick to twitch ever so slightly, licking your lips at the view perched between his legs.
Looping your lips around the tip, you begin to take him in your mouth, the salty skin brushes against your tastebuds, a flavor youāve quickly grown accustomed to, involuntarily humming around his squashy cock.
Joelās hands flutter back into your hair, smoothing the unruly hairs that crowd your eyes, out of your face with his palm. He wants to savor this view, still unable to fathom how someone like you could want his soft cock this badly, but he canāt complain, the feeling is too perfect to stop.
You curl your lips around your teeth, creating a plush barrier to press down against the head, feeling it squish against your skin.
āLook at ya, mouths just made for me.ā He hisses, his large fingers tapping around the skin of your temple.
You moan around his cock, your head bobbing forward as you take another inch of him down your throat, his mushy dick melting on your wet tongue.
Slowly guiding him all the way into your mouth, you feel the tip press against the back of your tongue. Swallowing around his member causes his fingers to falter, as he grips back down on your hair, the swift moment is over before you know it as your eyes flutter open.
āFuck honey, do that again and youāre gonna wake him up.ā
You whine around his cock, the vibrations rolling through the flesh and straight to his balls as his hips jerk into your mouth.
You gag, quickly pulling off of him, you press kisses to the skin around his thighs, the hairs tickling your nose as you spread your legs wider, allowing your head to travel lower to his balls, taking one into your mouth.
āShit, only you can look this pretty, suckinā me this dirty.ā Joel curses, the feeling of your lips licking his balls causing his toes to curl in his boots.
You take a hand back up to his limp dick, grabbing him by the base as you begin to massage the warm sticky flesh, popping your mouth off of his balls to angle the tip of his cock back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the flared head.
And thatās when you feel itā the feeling of his blood rushing starts to bloom throughout his cock as it twitches in your mouth, the base slightly ballooning around your palm.
Gasping, your cheeks puffing in an attempt to smile as you gaze up at him, meeting his own lit-up hazel eyes.
āFeels so good-god, heās wantinā you real bad, baby.ā The words fall from his lips with excitement, his cock finally hard and with no help this timeājust you and your perfect mouth.
Keeping eye contact, you swiftly push him to the back of your throat, quietly gagging as he pushes against your uvula.
The sounds of your wet mouth fill the room, his cock gushing and gliding against your tongue as you pick up your pace, your hands digging into his thighs as you steady yourself
Your lips purse into an āoā shape, bobbing back and forth around his cock as you puff your cheeks out, giving him plenty of room inside of your sweet lips, wanting him to take you like he needs too.
Swallowing around his dick, the spit pricks the side of your mouth, making a mess of your pretty little face as you sloppily suck him off, chasing his orgasm like a bitch in heat.
āAināt gonna last honey. S-so good, so good to me.ā
Peering up at him, Joel is a mess himself, his forehead slick with sweat at his hair falls into his face, attempting to keep his eyes open to watch you but failing as they clamp shut. He canāt seem to find an appropriate spot to hold onto, his hands going back and forth between gripping his shirt and palming your hair, messily tangling the strands.
Thereās nothing holding you back now, his hard cock slipping in and out as you skillfully hold his tip in place inside of your lips, watching him get lost in the pleasure, his member jerking around in your mouth.
Snaking your hand down to his balls, you begin to fondle them again, pinching and swirling your fingers around the hairy skin, feeling them tighten in your hands as his orgasm washes through him with a primal grunt.
You can feel him try to pull out of your mouth but your hand that remains on his thigh clenches down, your nails scratching the flesh as you attempt to tell him no, the garbled sound of disagreement fills the air as you push your mouth against him, hollowing out your cheeks to take his cum.
Words of praise rapidly fall from his mouth, his voice thick and hoarse as he fills your cheeks, his salty seed shooting down your throat.
Humming, you swallow the hot liquid, cleaning his cock with your tongue as you finally release him, your mouth popping right off his already softening cock.
āCanāt believe you got him workinā honey.ā Joel sighs, taking his shaky thumb over your swollen bottom lip.
He swipes the pad of his finger onto the skin, cleaning the remaining liquid that fell off his cock and onto your mouth as you stare back at him, skin warmed with ecstasy and eyes dilated with wantāall for your old man.
The sight of your fucked out state reminds him of your neglected cunt against the wood grain of the floor, his knees buckle at the thought of you soaked through your panties, wanting to repay the favor.
āBet sheās just soakinā down there darlinā, ān I wanna make you feel good if youād let me.ā He offers, his hands meeting your sticky ones as he helps your bruised knees off the floor.
āWant you so bad,ā you muster out, as your eyes fall to the floor, watching Joel slide his pants back up his legs.
āān I want to taste you, did so good for me honey, thinkinā you deserve an award.ā
All you can do is smile, grabbing him by the hand as you lead him to the bedroom, knowing heās got a long night ahead of him, situated right between your legs.
husband!joel on halloween headcannons ą Ė. įµįµ.
husband joel who insists heās ātoo damn oldā to carve pumpkins but when he comes home from work one evening and seeās you sitting at the kitchen table attempting to carve a face into the fruit, he completely folds for you, taking over and carving a surprisingly great face into it.
husband joel who has such a guilty pleasure for ghostbusters no matter how hard he tries to deny it. one saturday night after a lazy day in sweatpants, he decides to pull out the old dvd despite you guys having netflix, claiming that āsāmuch better this way.ā
husband joel who swears heās not into the whole āhalloween costume shitā but completely folds when he sees you come out of the bathroom wearing the ālittle outfitā youād picked out for him. the night then ends with you sprawled out on your belly, black cat lingerie costume on, ass and tail up in the air while he feeds his cock to you in gentle strokes focusing on that special spot inside you, cooing to you when you hiccup and whine āprettiest damn costume in town, baby girl. prettiest pussy too, huh?ā
husband joel who on Halloween night, refuses to hand out candy to the kids, too awkward. but when he watches you do it, interacting with the little kidsā Halloween costumes, he gets a huge surge of baby fever.
husband joel who agrees to spend Halloween night inside watching scary movies, laughing and pulling you closer into his chest when you scream at the jump scares in IT and pet cemetery. you both make homemade pizza for dinner that night, joel clumsily trying to roll the dough until you take over and he stands behind you, arms looped around your waist as he presses quiet, messy kisses to the back of your neck, rubbing your belly as you giggle and exclaim about him being distracting. you then spend the rest of the night watching some quieter, less-scary Halloween movies like Edward scissorhands and carrie.
husband joel who swears he doesnāt drink that āpumpkin spice shitā yet still steals sips of yours when you go for a cozy morning walk, admiring the crunchy leaves.
husband joel who eats your pretty pussy so fucking gently when youāre restless after a horror movie night. really getting into all those nooks and crannies and, of course, paying some attention to that puffy clit of yours. ājust relax,ā heāll say. āsānot real. youāre safe with me, baby girl. just let yourself feel it, honey.ā he might even put a vibe to your clit, watching the way you immediately arch into it, body shaking with sobs while he rubs your back, soothing you into it.
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