#post outbreak

“Alexander. He’s good looking.” Your friend, Samantha, speaks up to your small group at a table inside the Tipsy Bison.

“Oh, I agree.” Your other friend, Olivia, chimes in.

“How old is he? Like 22?” You ask the two other girls.

“Yeah. So?” Samantha raises a brow.

“You guys don’t want someone a little older? More mature?” You ask, sipping your fruity cocktail.

“Like who, Tommy?” Olivia asks.

“I mean, I dunno.” You shrug. “Or uh, his brother.” You giggle a little, really feeling the alcohol now.

“Joel?” Samantha and Olivia look at each other.

You nod, slurping down the rest of your drink. “Yeah… what? What’s so wrong with that?”

“He’s like, kinda old, Y/n.” Olivia laughs.

“N- no he isn’t. He’s not that old.” You defend yourself. “Besides, age doesn’t matter when you are that fucking attractive.”

Samantha and Olivia nod. “Okay true.” Samantha agrees.

“God, the things I would do to that man.” Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before you’re brought back to reality by Olivia’s voice.

“Like, what? Come on, we all know you’re… innocent.” She says the last word quietly.

“So? I’ve seen porn. And I’m not a virgin. I know what I like. Just because I don’t have a ton of experience doesn’t mean there aren’t things I would pay to have that man do with me.” You waggle your eyebrows.

Samantha glances behind you for a moment and then meets your eyes again. “Spill. Tell us.”

“Well,” you start. “I mean the obvious answer is I want to ride his dick. Which I’m sure is huge.”

Samantha and Olivia giggle drunkenly.

“I would suck his soul out through that cock. He wouldn’t know what hit him.” You bite your lip thinking about it.

You hear a chair shift behind you but continue talking anyways. “God, and I would-“ you lean in a little. “I would ride his face. So hard. That nose on my clit? Yes, please.”

Samantha and Olivia both have their eyes on a spot behind you and above your head now.

“Are you guys even listening?” You ask, turning around to see what they’re staring at when you’re startled by the closeness of a broad chest in a dark green flannel shirt. You look up and meet the man’s eyes.

“J- Joel-!” You laugh, surprised and utterly embarrassed. Did he hear any of that?

“Hello, ladies.” Joel smiles down at you and then your friends. “How ‘bout I get the next round?”

Samantha and Olivia nod while you stumble over your words. “Y- you don’t- I mean, we’re- you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Joel winks at you and sits in the empty stool next to you.

“Okay.” You blush something fierce when his knee bumps yours.

Joel waves over to the bartender and points his fingers to your glasses on the table. The bartender nods and starts making more drinks.

“Thank you, Joel.” Olivia looks at you with a knowing smirk.

You widen your eyes at Olivia, trying to send the signal that she needs to shut up.

“My pleasure.” Joel smiles.

“Yeah, thank you.” Samantha adds.

“Thanks.” You smile at him.

The bartender interrupts your eye contact with Joel, “Here ya go, folks.” He smiles and sets down four drinks, one for each of you.

“What are you ladies drinking tonight?” Joel looks around at the three of you.

“Gin and tonic.” Olivia and Samantha say in unison.

The gears in your head are turning especially slow as you stare at Joel’s lips. “And you, Y/n?” He asks.

“Uh, dirty Shirley.” You smile softly and focus your eyes on his once more.

“So, you like it dirty.” Joel says, just loud enough for the table to hear.

Your cheeks burn warmer at that and Samantha and Olivia look at each other, holding back little snickers.

You gulp loudly and you can’t help but look at Joel’s lips again, warmth spreading through your lower stomach.

He smirks at you with that goddamn beautiful face of his, his eyes searching your face.

Olivia and Samantha try to both play wingman for you. Olivia speaking first. “She’s full of surprises.”

“Is that right?” Joel teases, knee rubbing against yours gently.

Samantha nods. “You should’ve heard what she was saying like two minutes ago, she-“

“Samantha.” You scold her with a whisper.

“Oh, it’s okay. I heard.” Joel sips the last of his whiskey before getting up and smiling at Olivia and Samantha, then at you for a little longer. “Have a nice night, ladies.” He winks at you and then he’s leaving.

“Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands.

“Oh my god!!” Olivia whisper-yells.

“He’s totally into you.” Samantha pulls your hands away from your face.

“Oh for sure.” Olivia agrees.

“You guys suck.” You roll your eyes. “You knew he was behind me the whole time, didn’t you?”

“Uh… no?” Samantha tries to lie and fails miserably.

“I’m too drunk for this. I need to go home.” You slur.

“Alright, let’s get her home.” Samantha and Olivia stand and you walk around the table, putting an arm around each of their shoulders. They each put an arm around you and help you walk home.

***

A few days later, you’re walking through the community garden, hoping to get some fresh carrots for dinner. That’s when you see him.

Joel.

“Hey.” He waves to you from a few plots over before walking up to you.

“Hi.” You smile shyly, remembering the other night far too vividly.

“Hopefully you weren’t too hung over after the other night.” He laughs softly.

“About that, I-“

“If you’re gonna apologize, don’t, honey.” He gives you a devilish grin.

You look at him, a little shocked when he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I think those were all great ideas. I’d be happy to try ‘em.”

You feel your face get warm as he pulls back just enough to look at you. You nod with a smile. “My place or yours?”

“Surprise me.” Joel grabs your free hand and you start walking the both of you to your house.

You toss the carrots down on the front porch, to be worried about later. It wasn’t too hot or cold out so they should be fine.

You unlock your house, feeling Joel’s body so close behind yours that it’s causing you to get wet.

Once inside, Joel shuts the door and pushes you up against it by the hips, both his hands on you.

You whimper at the sudden contact, looking up at him through your lashes. He ducks down to kiss you, moving so slow you thought you were gonna die if he didn’t hurry up.

Finally, his lips meet yours in a heated kiss. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and bites softly. You moan into his mouth as you reach up to start unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls back just enough to speak, “How would you like to start, baby girl?”

You shiver with pleasure at the nickname as his hands dip under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your stomach. “I-“ you lick your lips, suddenly feeling sheepish. “I don’t know. I’m- I’m not a virgin but, but I haven’t… there’s not a lot…”

“S’okay, doll. I’ll take the reins.” He smiles and kisses you again, eliciting a soft groan from you.

You lead him into the living room, the two of you working to get each other’s clothes off. First it was Joel’s shirt. Then yours. Then your bra. At that point, Joel had to pause the undressing to ravish your chest.

You’re both still standing, bare torsos against each other until he leans down and starts kissing your neck, hands around your back. You tilt your head back to give him more access. He sucks a mark into your collarbone and then he’s moving further down to press kisses all over your breasts.

He suddenly takes your right nipple into his mouth and you gasp, fingers of both hands tangling in his graying hair.

Once he gets his fill tasting your chest, he works on your jeans. He gets them off of you and then admires your panties. They’re not really that special, they’ve got a couple spots where the lace trim is starting to detach, but Joel finds them sexy nonetheless.

“Can I take these off too, sweetheart?” He asks, slowly hooking his fingers in your waistband.

You nod. “Yes.” You breathe the word as he slips the fabric down your legs. You step out of them, eyes focusing on the bulge in his pants. Jesus, yeah, he was big.

You reach forward, gently palming his erection. He grabs your wrist softly and pulls your hand away. “We’ll get to that… you said sum’ about riding my face?”

You blush deeply, biting your lip and nodding up at him.

“Sounds like a dream come true.” He smirks and kisses your lips deeply. He then moves to lay down on the couch, pointing at his face. “Have a seat, darlin’.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Joel, I-“

“Uh-uh. Not gonna break me, pretty girl. Come on.” He waves you over.

You reach for the arm of the couch that’s above his head, moving one leg up over him and sitting on your knees, each one on the sides of his head. You were hovering, and that’s not what Joel told you to do.

He hooks his arms around your upper thighs and pulls you down until your pussy is resting against his face. You reach down with one hand and pull at his hair gently. “Joel, I’ve never- oh!”

Before you can tell him you’ve never actually tried riding someone’s face before, he starts kitten licking your clit.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp softly as his tongue moves up and down through your slit, collecting the wetness there and spreading it all around.

You looked down at him and saw that his nose was shining with your slick already, his tongue starting to push into you.

“Oh my god.” You whine as both his hands grab your ass and push you down against his face even harder.

There it is. His nose is pressed against your clit as he starts to eat you out like a starved man.

The hand of yours not in his hair was supporting you above him with the arm of the couch. You grip his hair harder and your hips involuntarily buck, making his nose rub your clit harder.

“F- fuck! Sorry.” You breathe, afraid you were hurting him.

“Baby girl…” he moves back to look up at you. He’s gorgeous, his nose and lips and beard are shining with your juices as he speaks. “I want you to use me. Use my face like it’s your toy. Promise you’re not gonna hurt me. Okay?”

You think about it for a second but then agree. “Okay.”

He mumbles a “good girl” against your vulva as he kisses it before he’s moving back down and pressing his nose against your clit and his tongue into your center.

You pull at his hair, starting to grind down on his face. His hands on your ass encourage you to move harder, faster.

You swear you’ve had to have broken his nose by now. But he wasn’t saying anything so you kept going, rolling your hips in rhythm with his tongue moving inside you.

Your release grew closer and closer the faster you went, his large nose rubbing against your bundle of nerves perfectly. “Joel-“ you whine. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Ohhh-“ you moan loudly as your orgasm hits you. You feel yourself release into his mouth and it surprises you. You’ve squirted once before but it was on your own fingers. Never with someone else.

You ride his face through your waves, his hands slowly releasing your ass cheeks as you slowed your hips. You use all your strength as your shaky legs lift you enough to see Joel’s face beneath you.

He’s got a shit eating grin on his face. “Baby, that… that’s exactly what I wanted you to do. You’re doin’ so good.”

You smile at him and move back until your wet cunt is rubbing over the tent in his jeans. He groans loudly, hips bucking up against yours. You move back a little more and then get off the couch, reaching down to undo his pants and pull them down.

“Sit up.” You smile at him and get on your knees on the floor.

He does as you tell him, sitting up and putting one of his legs on either side of you. His pants were around his ankles, the only thing in the way were his boxers.

“Show me?” You ask softly.

He nods, licking his lips as he lifts his hips and shimmies his boxers down. His hardness slaps up against his stomach, the head angry and leaking.

“Oh, fuck.” Your eyes widen as you help him get his boxers and pants completely off.

“What?” Joel asks, almost worried at your expression.

“Joel, that’s- that’s not gonna fit.” You look up at his face.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures you.

You shake your head a little. “I don’t think-“

“I’ll make it fit.” He growls.

You swallow thickly, feeling more wetness leak down your thighs. You nod in response and reach up, grabbing the base of his cock with your right hand.

He winces softly, happy to finally be touched. You sit up and put your arms on his thighs, leaning forward until your tongue is tasting his precum.

“Fuuuck.” Joel moans low in his chest, one hand moving up to your hair to grip it at the roots gently.

You swirl your tongue around the head before wrapping your lips around it and starting to suck gently.

He pulls your hair harder, signaling to you that what you were doing felt good. “S- such a good girl. Fuck. Know how long I’ve been wanting this?”

You hum a negative around his dick and it twitches in your mouth. “Long fuckin’ time. Since I first saw you. Knew I needed you.”

You whine around his cock, sucking him down further as you grip the base. What you can’t fit in your mouth, you stroke with your hand. Soon, you’re bobbing your head quickly, his hand in your hair helping to guide you up and down.

You’re almost choking on him, spit dribbling down onto your hand and down your chin as he starts to fuck your face.

“Fuck, Y/n. Got such a pretty mouth. Feels so good.” He grunts.

His cock starts to twitch, you taste more precum, and suddenly he’s pulling you off as he’s panting.

You lean forward, wanting to put your mouth on him again, but his hand pulls you back by the hair. “Wanna fuck that tight, little pussy before I cum.”

You whine at that and nod, releasing his cock as he releases your hair. He pats his thighs, “have a seat, baby girl.”

You lick your lips and get up, moving to straddle him. One of his hands finds your hip, the other guides himself to your entrance.

“Alright, baby. Go on.” He nods.

You slowly relax your thighs, sinking down onto his thick cock. You stop about halfway when you really feel the stretch.

“You can do it, honey. Know you can.” The hand on your hip moves up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath and continue to sheathe his cock with your pussy. You’re whining with each breath by the time he’s all the way inside of you.

“Fuck!” You clench around him involuntarily, making his dick twitch and tickle your g-spot.

“I’m not gonna l- last long.” You let out a shaky breath.

“S’okay, pretty girl. Me neither.” He admits. “So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you?”

“Y- yeah.” You moan softly, lifting yourself off him a couple inches before sinking back down with a whimper.

“Doin’ so good, baby.” He encourages you sweetly.

You surge forward and kiss him hard, whining against his lips as you lift up and move down once more. Your body is slowly getting used to him, and once the pain starts to fade, you know you’re done for.

You’re bouncing on him in no time, hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you fuck him with all you’ve got.

One of his hands is back on your hip, the other pinching and tweaking your right nipple.

“Fuck…” he groans as his hips meet Your with each thrust.

“Ohh… oh shit. Fuck. Joel!” You nearly scream his name as you cum all over his cock, velvet walls pulsing around him.

“Jesus. Look at you. Look s- so good.” Joel praises as you keep fucking yourself on him. You don’t slow down as your orgasm fades, wanting him to have just as satisfying of an orgasm.

“Where’d ya want me to…?”

“Inside. P- please.” You beg.

“Baby girl, can’t risk that.” He almost moans the words.

You clench around him. “Fuck.” You whimper. You know he’s right.

You pull off of him and quickly climb back down onto the floor, right hand wrapping around his cock, mouth sucking on the head, left hand finding his balls.

Both his hands grab the back of your head and he uses your mouth like he wants. You moan around him at the taste of yourself and that’s what finishes him off.

“Fuck.” He whimpers beautifully as he cums down your throat, cock and balls twitching in your hands.

You whine as you swallow him, loving the taste of his seed. It was heady and salty and it left you wanting more.

As his dick starts to soften you pull off and pull your hands back, moving to sit next to him on the couch.

You’re both breathing hard, his hand gently grabbing your thigh as you come down from your highs. You lean your head on his shoulder and he kisses your front hairline.

He hums happily. “Have any other good ideas?”

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“Darlin’?” Joel called out into your bedroom, the light from the hallway shining through as he gently cracked open the door.

You stirred in bed, rousing yourself from slumber slowly, letting the warm glow from the hallway lamp gently seep in behind heavy eyelids. Inhaling sharply, you grunted softly as you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hand, ridding them of sleep.

“Joel?” you questioned, not awake enough to know if you were actually conscious, or if you were just dreaming about your husband. But the chuckle that emanated from the tall, broad figure which strode towards you helped you see that you were very much awake.

“It’s only me, sweet thing. Woke you from quite a slumber here, haven’t I?” he said, heading towards the bed so that he could perch on the edge of it. You smiled up at him, your vision now focusing in on him at last. His dark brown hair, curled towards the end of his locks, was still mussed up from sleep. His facial hair, patchy in parts, was slowly starting to grow back in and take form as a proper beard rather than the usual scruff he donned. But his eyes - warm, golden brown, and shining in the light - they were what you focused on the most.

“Yeah, I was out cold,” you chuckled, “What time is it, anyway?”.

“Time the birthday girl woke up,” Joel teased, leaning forward and catching your lips in a tender kiss. You smiled against his lips as you kissed him back, but whined playfully when he pulled away.

“Joel, you know I said I don’t want you making a fuss about my birthday,” you said. You’d hated your birthday for years, seeing it as nothing more than a reminder that you were getting older, and that it had been another year since the world went to shit. But, in spite of all what could get you down if you chose to lament on it, Joel was one bright spark in everything. Life in Jackson was entirely different with him by your side - and for all the best reasons.

“Yeah, I know whatcha said; but that don’t mean I’m gonna listen now, does it?” he said, chuckling to himself as he got to his feet. He turned on his heels, facing you to lean down, his arm outstretched towards you. With a hand open, you grinned, and decided you’d indulge in whatever Joel had insisted on spoiling you with.

“Fine,” you giggled, taking his hand and letting him guide you out of bed.

“Good girl,” he said, squeezing your hand as you rose to stand by his side. You shuddered slightly at the praise, the phrase usually being something only reserved for when the two of you would get caught up with each other in the sheets - something that did not pass Joel by, as he smirked at the visible redness you felt creep onto your cheeks.

“Come on now,” he said, and with that he led you out the bedroom and downstairs towards your lounge.

“Where’s Ellie?” you asked, somewhat suspicious that there was a distinct silence in the house. She’d inadvertently become your adopted daughter since you and Joel had begun dating, but you took to each other almost overnight. For as much as you’d curse her the mornings she had you up early even after a late night on patrol, you loved her to the end of the earth, and with a single sweet smile she could undo any annoyance you held.

“Never you mind that,” Joel chuckled, “Gosh darn it, you are just so impatient aren’t ya?” he asked.

“It’s not that! I’m just not used to a quiet house,” you giggled.

“Alright, you got me there. I ain’t never met a teenager who can be so rowdy,” he said, still clutching your hand as the two of you reached the bottom of your staircase.

“Should have met me in my hay-day,” you teased, smirking at Joel. His eyes went wide at you, a childish grin creeping onto his face.

“Oh, sugar, I can imagine you causing all sortsa trouble,” he said, stopping in his tracks briefly to pull you in for a kiss. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding his broad frame close to yours, enveloping yourself in his warmth as your lips melded together. His tongue gently lapped at the seam of your lips, almost begging for entry. But before you could grant it, he pulled away.

“How about you be on your best behaviour today, and as a little birthday treat I’ll let you misbehave with me tonight, yeah?” he murmured between your lips, his breath hot against your skin, his words sending another shiver down your spine. All you could do was purse your lips together, nodding slowly as arousal surged through you.

“Atta girl,” he said, landing a gentle spank to your ass before going back to take your hand.

This man, you thought to yourself.

“Come on, onwards we go!” he said, starting to walk you along the hallway and down towards the lounge.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” you said, ignoring the playful eyebrow raise Joel gave you for the euphemism.

You both reached the door to your lounge, and Joel stopped in his tracks. He let go of your hand but turned to face you.

“Okay, close your eyes,” he said.

“What?” you asked.

“I said close your eyes, fool!” he chuckled, then moved to stand behind you. He pulled your body flush into his, his hands landing on your hips and a kiss planted itself on your earlobe.

“What if I don’t want to?” you teased. Joel groaned to himself, squeezing your hips gently as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“It’s a good job I love you some days,” he chuckled, then raised his hands up towards your head by skimming them up your body. The rough pads of calloused fingers, evidence of a life lived hard, now gently caressed the material of your nightwear, a stark contrast to the man you first met. What was once a stoic, rough outer shell, had given way to a soft and tender core.

“I’m gonna cover your eyes, sugar. Got a surprise waiting for you in there,” he said. You were about to protest, tell him how unnecessary this all was, and that you could just walk straight in. But it was like Joel somehow knew those cogs were whirring away in your head, and with a soft kiss to your jaw, the thoughts ceased entirely.

“And I won’t take no for an answer. Got it?” he asked. You nodded, deciding you were going to allow him this one.

Joel raised his hands and gently covered your eyes with the palms of his hands. You smiled as he did, reaching up to hold his wrists for a little stability now that you were essentially blinded.

“Okay, take two steps forward, then the door handle is on the left,” he said, and the two of you shuffled forward closer to the door. You reached forward to find the cold metal of the handle, smiling to yourself as you did.

“I know where the handle is to my own lounge door, Joel,” you teased, sarcasm laced in your voice. But before he could quip back, the metal clunk of the handle sounded, and slowly the door began to creak open in front of you.

“Alright, smart ass, just a few more steps for me,” Joel said, and you both continued to gently step forward, his body still firmly pressing into yours. Even without sight, Joel’s presence behind you gave you a stability you so adored - something he had provided since your first meeting, without even realising it.

“Okay, I’m gonna take my hands off now. Are you ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready,” you said, letting go of Joel’s wrists.

“Alright. Three, two, one,” he began, and light flooded through behind your eyes as Joel’s hands lifted off your eyes. You opened them slowly, only to be greeted with a sea of smiling faces.

“Happy birthday!” was cheered from the voices of all those in Jackson you loved the most. Joel, Tommy, and Ellie were the loudest, as to be expected. But there were also your friends and neighbours, notably Elizabeth and Brianna, whom you’d worked alongside since arriving in Jackson.

Your heart swelled with love and adoration as you looked out at everyone in the room, all happily together in a room filled with handmade presents wrapped in brown paper, and platters of delicious looking food out on the table in front of you. A small tear crept into the corner of your eye, taken back by the kindness and selflessness of all these people you loved so dearly. Joel’s hands on your waist was the only thing that brought you hurtling back to reality.

“You alright, doll?” he said. You nodded, smiling out at everyone before turning to him.

“I am, yes,” you said. “Thank you for this, Joel.”

“Don’t thank me. You’ve got Ellie, Bess, and Bri to thank for this,” he said, “I was just the ring leader who told everyone what time you slept in until,” he chuckled.

“Hey, no fair! This was my idea!” Ellie proudly exclaimed, folding her arms over her puffed out chest, pleased as punch for how this morning had turned out. You laughed with her, stepping away from Joel and heading over to her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Thank you, Ellie. Thank you, everyone,” you said.

The day was spent unwrapping delicately made gifts, eating an ungodly amount of food, and laughing and joking with everyone you loved most in the world. You’d had such a good time that you’d almost forgotten that today was meant to be for your birthday, a day you often resented. But, just as with most things in your life, Joel had found a way to bring some sunshine into it.

Even at the end of the world, there was hope littered throughout, in moments like these. On days like today, it was easy to forget the torment you’d all endured, and that you’d had to fight tooth and nail just to survive for this long. In a way, this felt like a well deserved reward for making it so long.

But for you, the real prize was the man who took you to bed that night, keeping to his promise to let you misbehave, and keeping you up until the early morning seeing stars.

“I watched and all I could think about was how none of it felt real. “Let’s lift him on 3.”

It was so quiet. I was just watching. You used to say that as long as we were together, we would be safe. You did that for me. All the time. You were so beautiful. I’m not. I never was. You would be horrified by the things I’ve done and if you’d tell me that you don’t want me to hurt them. That you would want me to forgive. I know that too, but I can’t stop I have to get every last one of them even if it costs me everything.

You know, I thought about ending it, just stoping it all but then it would just be nothing, wouldn’t it. All of it for nothing, I couldn’t do it but I still decided to die.

I’ve been writing you letters the whole time, reaching out, to feel something and writing just to imagine you could read them.

This is my last one, the last letter I write to you that you will never see.

I love you Joel.

I don’t see the dead anymore or the ones I lost. I don’t see you anymore. I just see what’s ahead. I love you so much.

I tried, please just know I tried so hard, but I failed.

I used to hear it when I looked at you but now I’m old enough to understand.

I’m out. ”

Joel didn’t know why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Actually… that wasn’t true. He knew exactly why.

The other day he’d walked in on you coming out of the shower. He could’ve sworn he heard you walk to your bedroom. He was wrong.

So there you were, one foot in the tub, the other on the little rug outside the bath. Completely naked. Dripping wet. Skin, hot.

The first thing he looked at was your chest. He’d never been oblivious to your body, but out of respect he’s always just tried not to look too much.

Then he looked right back up into your horrified eyes and slammed the door shut, him on one side, you on the other.

“Joel!” You scolded nervously.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. Thought you’d gone to your room already. I just need to piss. I- uh- I’ll go downstairs.” Joel cleared his throat and shook his head before leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and rapid heartbeat.

You finished stepping out of the tub before grabbing your towel and throwing it over your head. You scrunched your hair with it before throwing your hands over your face. You groaned loudly into the towel, embarrassed.

You’d always had this fleeting, tiny crush on Joel. Nothing serious, but there were some times when he’d smile, or the light would hit his eyes just right, or when he stretched his back and groaned softly before letting out a soft exhale… those were the times you cherished being around him.

He was attractive. No question about it.

You were attractive. Also no question there.

You were a confident person, someone who tried to not care what other people thought. You were almost thankful for the apocalypse because now there weren’t any magazines or programs forcing you to look a certain way for society.

Society doesn’t really exist anymore, so, fuck it.

***

The day and a half following the incident was awkward. You and Joel barely talked to each other, much less looked each other in the eyes.

Finally though, Joel said something when it was just you and him sitting at the dining room table, eating.

“I’m really sorry about-“

You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “No, you’re fine.” You laugh, a little nervous. “Just trying to remember the last time someone even saw me naked.” You snort.

“Oh.” Joel half smiles, almost sympathetic.

There’s a long pause while Joel hypes himself up to flirt with you.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen someone naked… so, uh-“ his nerves are getting the better of him.

“Did you like what you saw, at least?” You help him out.

He gulps, nodding slowly. He gives a smile with a hint of cockiness. “Yeah.”

“I think it’s only fair I get to see you naked now.” You wink.

Joel blushes deeply, looking down at his nearly empty plate.

“Come on. Tit for tat, as they say.” You giggle.

Joel chuckles too and it makes your heart beat a little faster. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You bite your lip and nod, Joel surprising you by grabbing your hand. He leads you upstairs and to his room before closing the door.

You’re eager, walking to the bed before sitting down and putting your hands in your lap. “Alright, get on with it.” You laugh quietly.

Joel walks over to the bed, standing in front of you with soft eyes. He keeps eye contact as he slowly reaches up to the top button on his flannel. He pops it open and suddenly you feel a warmth wash over you.

This was happening. Joel fucking Miller is basically giving you a strip tease show.

You bite your lip as you watch him, your focus switching between his hands and his face.

He keeps going with the buttons, one at a time, slower than you wanted, but you could handle it.

Once the last button was undone, he opened his shirt and shrugged it off. You took in the sight of his bare torso. You studied the small scars on his body, eyes tracing the slightly toned lines of his chest and stomach.

“Not bad at all.” You grinned.

“May I continue?” He raised a brow and licked his lips.

“By all means.” You breathe the words, squeezing your thighs together.

He started to pay attention to your body now, too. His eyes roamed down to your chest, not missing the sight of your thighs rubbing against each other.

“Getting wet already?” He teased.

You let out a small moan before meeting his eyes and nodding.

“Good.” He reached down to the button on his jeans, letting it loose before unzipping his fly. You were paying close attention to his hands, noticing he was quickly hardening in his pants.

Your mouth was almost watering as you watched. His thumbs stuck into the top of his jeans before he pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them.

His boxer briefs were a dark blue, with a gray waistband. His cock was straining the fabric, a little wet spot beginning to form.

“Fuck.” You cursed, reaching down between your legs to relieve some pressure.

“Not gonna let me do that for you?” Joel hummed.

“Please, y- yes.” You sighed and laid back on the bed.

Joel got between your legs, looming over you. You could feel the heat coming off his body as he finally leant down to kiss you for the first time.

You sighed happily against his lips, reaching up to put both your hands in the hair on the back of his head.

He relaxed himself a little, his hips meeting yours. He was only wearing underwear and you were unfortunately still dressed, but when he rolled his hips-

“Joel-!” You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, feeling riled up beyond belief.

“What do you need, honey?” He cooed.

“Need… need you to fuck me.”

“What do you say?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“S’right.” He nodded and kissed you again before sitting back on his knees. He reached forward and hooked his fingers in your shorts and your underwear, pulling them both off in one swift movement.

“Take off your shirt, baby.” Joel smiled.

You nodded and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off to reveal your bare chest.

“No bra today?” He asked with a smirk.

“No bra most days.” You shrugged.

He smiled in response, leaning down to press his lips to your neck.

You shivered and dug your heels into his ass to try and get him to grind against you. It didn’t take much convincing.

He started to roll his hips down against yours as he kissed up and down your neck, trailing his kisses down to your chest. He covered your left nipple with his warm mouth and began to suck softly.

You let out a whine and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling as your body transcended to another plane of being.

You hadn’t felt this good in so long. You could hardly remember the last time you had sex. Probably because it didn’t feel anything like this. You were breathing heavy, pussy dripping with wetness, surely making a wet spot on Joel’s underwear.

It felt amazing but you couldn’t wait much longer for the main event. “Joel, I- please. Please, baby.”

“I know… need it so bad, huh?” He looked up at you, moving to take off his boxers quickly.

“Yeah.” You breathed, heart racing with anticipation.

You looked down at his bare cock, jaw almost dropping at the sight. He was long and thick, the head a beautiful shade of reddish pink, leaking.

He stroked himself a couple of times as he got into a comfortable position between your legs, which were now wrapped around his waist.

“Ready?” Joel asked kindly.

“As ever.” You nodded and kissed him.

He lined up easily before starting to push himself into your core.

Joel’s cock was definitely made for you. It felt so good as it slid between your pussy lips, your juices coating him and making it easier for him to enter you.

“Fuck…” you moaned when he had pushed in all the way. It didn’t hurt, but you were gonna need a minute to adjust.

“Start slow.” You smiled against his lips.

“Whatever you want.” He hummed and kissed you again, starting to slowly pull out until your labia was only wrapped around the head of his cock.

He thrusted slowly like this a few times before he felt you relax around him. “Feel good?”

“So fucking good, Joel.” You nodded and dug your nails into his shoulders as he sped up.

He pressed his face into your neck, lips against your collarbone when you said something.

“Harder.” You pleaded.

“Harder?” He asked, clarifying.

“Harder.” You whined, body tingling.

“I gotcha, baby.” Joel moved his hands under your back, pressing himself into you for more leverage.

He started pounding into you at a fast pace, grunting with each thrust.

“Yes yes yes!” You yelled out, toes curling.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetie?” He growled.

“Yeah! Ohhh…” your breathing stuttered as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching.

His cock was hitting your g-spot with every movement and it was almost enough to drive you crazy. But in the best way.

“I’m cumming. Oh, fuck. I’m cumming!” You gasped and then let out multiple whimpers as the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

You squeezed around Joel and he couldn’t hold back any longer, shooting hot ropes of cum against your cervix.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He cursed with each breath as you both melted into each other completely.

His hips began to hurt and he finally slowed down, pulling out of you. He sat back and put his hands on your knees, keeping your legs spread.

Joel watched his cum leak out of you and onto his mattress as you caught your breath.

“Come here.” You reached for him with both arms.

He moved up the bed and pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead.

“That felt so good, Joel.” You smiled up at him. “I feel good with you.”

He nodded, “I feel the same.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “Ready for round two?”

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