#slight

Joel sat at the end of the bar, staring down at his drink, eyes glassy with exhaustion. Tommy walked up behind him and clapped a hand against his back.

“Hey, big brother, how’s ya doi—” Tommy stopped short when he saw Joel on the verge of tears, wiping some snot away.

“Whoa—you a’right? What’s happened?” He slid onto the stool beside him, waiting. After a few minutes, Joel finally told him the whole story.

“Joel—” Tommy stared at him in disbelief. “Why the hell would you do that? And let me guess—when she got upset, you told her it was her problem, right?.. God, you’re an asshole.”

Joel didn’t answer. His brother knew him too well.

Tommy shook his head slowly. “So…I take it ya single again, huh?” He motioned for two beers from the bartender. “Joel, what were ya thinking? Why would you listen to those idiots? They’re pricks.”

Joel only shrugged. He had nothing to say for himself. Shame sat heavy in his chest.

A few days earlier…

“What? While she’s asleep? Isn’t that kinda like—ya know?” Joel asked low, brows pinched together more in disbelief than accusation.

“Nah!” the man barked out a laugh. “Katie lets me do it. If I come home late from work or after a night out, I just climb into bed and do what I want. That’s what they’re there for, right?” He let out a booming laugh.

“Come on now, Kev, there’s more to women than what’s between their legs,” another man chimed in. “They’re after our money too, don’t forget.” Kev nudged him with his elbow. “Exactly. Tit for tat. They gotta earn their keep somehow.”

Dylan, another of Joel’s friends, leaned forward. “I buy my girl all these little sexy shirts just so I’ve got easy access to her pussy.”

The conversation had drifted from football into crude sex talk.

You and Joel had only been dating a few weeks. You liked him. He liked you. But his friends were obsessed with the fact that the two of you mostly stuck to missionary.

“Jesu—doesnt that get boring?” Dylan asked, swigging the last of his beer. “Sure, ya see tits, but ya gotta look at her too. That’s why I’d rather take my girl from behind, sometimes, I just don’t wanna look at’er.”

Joel already knew it was wrong to talk about you like this behind your back, but he’d convinced himself it was harmless guy talk.

“Well,” Joel muttered, “I like my girl being present, so…”

“Alright, chief,” Kev said, holding his hands up. “We’re just sayin it’s harmless to try. You seein her tonight?”

Joel nodded. “Yeah. She’s at my place. Sarah’s sleepin over at her friend’s house.”

“There ya go.” Kev grinned. “You slide into bed, move whatever she’s wearin, slip ya dick in easy. Simple. The mess is her problem, am I right, fellas?” A few of the men laughed, clinking bottles and high fiving each other. “She can only wake up and ruin it for ya.”

Joel bit the inside of his cheek, staring down at his beer bottle. Thinking. Deciding.

“Okay,” he muttered finally, nodding more to himself than anyone else. “Okay. When I get home…I’ll do it.” The table erupted in cheers, but Joel still felt something ugly twist in his stomach.

“Joel, honestly,” Dylan said, “women aren’t really game for a fuck anyway, and this way you get what you want and your girl doesn’t even gotta do anything.”

A few hours later, Joel and the others said their goodbyes. Some of them wished him luck before heading off into the night.

Then Joel hailed a cab and went home.

Joel wasn’t heavily drunk, but he swayed slightly as he walked. He’d needed the Dutch courage, hoping to God you’d enjoy this instead of being pissed off or creeped out.

You didn’t wake when he slammed the front door shut.

You didn’t wake when he stumbled loudly up the stairs, tripping over his own boots.

You didn’t even wake when he crashed onto the mattress beside you.

You were fast asleep. A little line of drool had escaped the corner of your mouth, and Joel found himself laughing quietly to himself before he laid on his back.

He turns to press his chest against your back. “I’m here, baby,” he slurred softly against your ear, as though giving you some kind of warning might make this easier. His nose buried into your hair. “God, you smell so good.”

Joel lay behind you, careful not to press too close. He wanted you to know he was there, but he also hoped you’d stay still while he unbuttoned his jeans, dragging the zipper down with shaky hands. His breathing turned heavier. He was already hard just from seeing you asleep in his bed. It never took much with you.

Hell, he always told you that you got him hard just breathing the same air as him.

He shoved his pants down awkwardly. His knee bumped into you, drawing a sleepy little whine from your throat.

Joel froze. Waited.

When you settled again, he exhaled slowly.

Instead of pulling your panties down, he just pushed the fabric aside, nudging himself between your thighs.

“Gonna be gentle,” he whispered. “Real slow, baby.”

You stirred slightly, not fully awake but aware enough to register that Joel was home.

“Joel…?” you mumbled groggily. “What you…?”

Your brows pinched together. Something felt strange. Wrong somehow. But you’d only just woken up, your thoughts were sluggish and unfocused. You were safe in Joel’s bed. Nothing bad was supposed to happen there.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he murmured. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

For a few more minutes, you assumed he was just trying to settle into bed. You felt him shifting behind you, his erection brushing against you now and then, but that wasn’t unusual.

Then you felt it—the unmistakable press of skin against skin.

The damp warmth of precum, the blunt tip of him nudging at your entrance.

Your eyes snapped open. “Joel…what’re you doing?”

“Shh, shh,” he slurred against your ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be done real quick.”

And suddenly it clicked. Your mind crashed into horrified clarity.

No. No, not this.

“Joel, what the fuck?!” You scrambled out of bed so fast the sheets tangled around your legs. Your shirt had ridden up awkwardly, your underwear twisted awkwardly out of place. You yanked everything back into position before wrapping your arms tightly around yourself.

You were shaking. Tears welled instantly.

And Joel?

Joel was still lying there—cock out..now going soft, his clothes dishevelled, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“‘S okay, baby—relax,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Wasn’t gonna make you do anything. I’d do all the work.”

The words made your stomach turn.

“Joel…” Your voice cracked. “Why would you want to try and—rape me?” You were crying properly now, hands covering your face.

That was the moment the alcohol seemed to drain right out of him.

“Wait—no.” Joel stumbled off the bed immediately. “No, no, I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you’d want to, y’know? It’s not a big deal”

You lowered your hands slowly, disbelief written all over your face. “I might’ve wanted to? Not a big deal?” you repeated back to him.

Joel visibly winced hearing his own words out loud. He took a cautious step toward you, but you immediately backed away, grabbing your things and pulling your clothes on with trembling hands.

“Baby, I’m so sorr—”

He reached for your hand but you jerked away instantly. “No. Don’t touch me.” Your voice shook violently. “Just leave me alone.”

You shoved your boots on roughly before standing, flattening your shirt with shaky hands. “Do me a favour, Joel,” you said, tears still spilling down your face. “Don’t call me.”

Joel stared at you, panic finally settling hard into his chest. “What…like ever?” he asked weakly.

“I’ll decide when I wanna talk to you again.” You grabbed your bag from the floor. “Do not call me. Do not text me to check up on me, nothing. Got it?”

Joel nodded silently, looking like a little kid being scolded. “Okay.”

You didn’t look at him again, didn’t hesitate, you walked straight to the door and slammed it hard behind you.

It had been three days since then.

Not one word from you.

Tommy took a slow sip of his beer. No expression. Not a word.

Joel stayed quiet too, watching him carefully.

Then Tommy let out a short chuckle, more disbelief than humour. “Joel—you don’t put your dick in a woman without their fuckin consent.” The words came out sharp. “And don’t gimme that bullshit about bein drunk either. You second guessed it. That means you knew it was wrong.” He drained the rest of his beer and started peeling the label from the bottle.

“So…now what, big brother?” he asked, finally looking over and realising Joel had been staring at him the entire time.

“I’m waiting,” Joel said quietly. “She told me not to call or text, so…I’m waiting. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

Tommy reached over and gave Joel’s shoulder a gentle pat. “Okay, one: you gotta stop hangin around those idiots—they sound like damn teenagers. Two: yeah, all you can do now is wait. And three…” He pointed the bottle at him. “If she ever does call you again, you are gonna fuckin grovel.”

Joel would do whatever it took for the two of you to have a chance again—even if it was just hearing your voice, spending a little time together . He could do grovelling.

“And for fuck’s sake,” Tommy added, “plan what you’re gonna say. The explanation. ’Cause she’s gonna want one, and she sure as hell ain’t gonna be happy with you, pal.”

Joel nodded slowly. He had to explain how any of this had happened in the first place. The conversations about your sex life. The way he’d let them talk about you. The way he’d made you sound a little prudish.

Yeah. This wasn’t going to go well.

Another two days passed, and still—nothing from you.

Joel was slumped on the couch, half heartedly trying to catch up on paperwork for the site, though he’d been staring at the same page for nearly ten minutes.

Meanwhile, completely unbeknownst to him, you’d just bumped into the other Miller brother across town.

The bell above the coffee shop door jingled, but you barely paid attention. You didn’t even notice who’d walked in until a hand landed gently on your shoulder. You spun around quickly to find Tommy Miller standing there, a knowing look already on his face. Of course he knew what had happened.

“Tommy.” You gave him a small nod.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How ya doin?”

You let out a short laugh. “Okay, let’s just address the elephant in the coffee shop.” The joke faded as quickly as your smile did. “So…you know, huh? How is he?”

Tommy’s brows lifted slightly. “Wow. Kinda surprised you asked.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “He’s…not good, if I’m bein honest.” You looked down for a second before speaking again. “Is he home? I was gonna stop by. Element of surprise and all that.” There wasn’t any cruelty in your voice. No spite. It just felt like it was now or never.

“Yeah, he’s there.” Tommy hesitated before adding, “Truthfully, sweetheart, I think you should make him wait longer.”

Now it was your turn to raise your brows. “Wow. Harsh. Him bein your brother and all.”

Tommy snorted. “Sweetheart, he may be my brother, but sometimes he’s a damn caveman. And those pals of his? Fuckin imbeciles. Man deserves to sweat a little longer.”

To be fair, you had considered making him wait like a month—just to see if he would.

Childish? Maybe.

“Well,” you said finally, just as the barista called your name, “I wanna hear what he’s got to say.”

You grabbed your coffee from the counter and turned back to Tommy. “Look, I know the second I leave, you’re gonna warn him—and honestly, that’s fine. Just give me a head start.”

A smirk tugged at Tommy’s mouth. “Five minutes,” he agreed. “And sweetheart? Give him hell. Make him uncomfortable. He’ll fuckin hate it.” You laughed, and he pulled you into a hug.

God, he hugged exactly like Joel.

After saying your goodbyes, you headed off toward Joel’s place. Halfway there, your phone buzzed.

Tommy.

Apparently Joel didn’t believe him when he said you were actually on your way over, and somehow the two of them had ended up making a bet.

If you really showed up? You had to flick Joel in the balls.

Gladly.

You walked up onto his porch, quieting your footsteps just a little before knocking firmly on the door.

The second Joel opened it, his mouth parted—ready to say something—but the words were cut off by the sharp flick to his balls. He jerked back with a strangled noise while you brushed past him into the house. “That’s from Tommy,” you said firmly as you headed toward the kitchen.

You left Joel doubled over by the front door as the delayed but very real pain hit him full force. He bent at the waist, one hand braced against the wall while he tried to steady his breathing.

“Okay—” he wheezed painfully, “I deserved that.” You heard him muttering curses under his breath while you calmly set your coffee down on the kitchen counter, leaning against it— crossing your arms, waiting.

Nearly ten minutes passed before Joel finally shuffled into the kitchen. One hand rested on the doorway as he looked at you cautiously, like you might strike him again.

Honestly?

Fair.

You told Joel to sit down in the chair facing you. He walked over slowly, still holding his crotch as he lowered himself into the seat. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“I’m gonna talk first. Then you explain yourself. Okay?” You didn’t phrase it like a question. He nodded, eyes dropping to his hands. “No. Look at me.” Your expression made it clear you meant business.

Joel lifted his gaze and complied.

“Right. I’ve time to think. I needed space because I knew I’d end up punching you or something.” You exhaled sharply. “All the anger, the embarrassment, all of it—it’s started to fade. I’m not saying what you did was okay, but…it’s not as bad as I made it out to be.”

Joel shot to his feet immediately, waving his hands. “Baby, no. It was all me. You had every fuckin right to be mad. What I did was wrong.”

You scoffed. “Oh, I know that. We’d never talked about stuff like that before, so it was like alarm bells going off in my head.” You sighed heavily. “But that’s that. I’ll forgive you and move on. Pull anything like that again though, and I’ll cut your balls off.”

Joel knew better than to laugh. The night you met, you’d kicked his truck after he nearly knocked you over after running a red light. You’d made an impression back then too—one that taught him very quickly not to mess with you.

“So,” you continued, folding your arms, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

Joel sat back down, rubbing his palms together nervously.

“And I want the whole story. Everything that was said, and who said it.”

He started from the beginning. Said it had begun as harmless banter. Then the others started joking—half joking, really—asking about your sex life, whether missionary was still the only thing “allowed.” Talking about what their wives and girlfriends let them do.

“I never talked crudely about you,” Joel said quickly. “Not once.”

You took a slow sip of your coffee, already preparing your verdict. “Joel, their girlfriends hate it,” you said bluntly. “They feel fucking used half the time. Like their guy just comes home and only wants sex. I was actually really proud that you weren’t like that” You shook your head. “How could you even think I’d be okay with that? Again, since we never talked about it”

Your voice softened slightly, but your stare stayed firm. “I have sex to connect with my partner. Not to be treated like some fucking cum bucket.”

Joel visibly winced at your wording.

“Sure, if those women consent to it, that’s their business. Fine. But why bring it into ours?”

Joel opened his mouth, then shut it again. What could he even say? You were right.

“And hey,” you added with a shrug, “I’m not a prude. I love a good fuck from behind, love sixty nineing—blow jobs in public, but I prefer being face to face with you because you’re fucking good at it.”

Tommy was right—Joel looked completely uncomfortable now. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, squirming slightly in his seat. You stepped closer. “Have I made myself clear?”

Joel kept his eyes lowered.

“Answer me, Joel.”

He looked up sheepishly and nodded once.

You cupped a hand around your ear and leaned in. “Can’t hear you, Miller.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” Your tone came out sharp enough to make him sit straighter. Then your hand softened against his chin, forcing him to look at you properly. “I swear to God, Joel. You pull something like this again—I will rip’em off.” You pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before stepping away to grab your coffee.

“Well. I’m heading home. I’ll call you whenever.”

You walked toward the door, then paused with your hand on the handle. “I hope ya balls feel better.” The door shut softly behind you, leaving Joel staring at it long after you’d gone.

Eventually, he stood and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He unbuttoned his jeans, letting them drop to the floor with his boxers, then sat on the edge of the bed. Christ. He liked you like that. Bossy. Firm—even the threat of you ripping his balls off had gone straight to his dick.. weirdly.

He grabbed his phone, scrolling until he found a topless picture of you sprawled across his bed. His hand wrapped around himself slowly as he stared at the screen, jaw tightening.

A low groan escaped him. He teased himself lazily at first, thumb brushing over the tip while he kept staring at your body on the screen. The pace picked up quickly, his breathing turned rough, sweat gathering at his temples as he chased the feeling hard and fast.

When he finally came, he grit his teeth through it, not caring where the mess landed. His hand slowed gradually, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

A few minutes later, still a bit hazy and flushed, Joel reached for his phone again and opened Google..

“kink where the woman is bossy”

FemDom…

Well then.

A few days later…

After the whole…incident, that first night together, Joel had told you to do whatever you wanted. Ask for anything—he was at your disposal. You thought it was strange at first. “Joel, I’ve forgiven you. You don’t have to be all…desperate. No offence.”

Well, that night he got three orgasms out of you with his mouth alone while you were spread out across his bed. Then he told you to get on all fours, finally giving you something you wanted. Being rough was encouraged, spanks were allowed—the harder, the better, you told him. Dirty talk? Sure. But the second he called you a slut or a whore, you stopped. “I ain’t no julia Roberts.” You joked.

“How is it that talking about what’s allowed is a fuckin turn on?” Joel muttered between kisses trailing up your back. “I don’t know,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. “Think of it like a prequel, maybe?”

Joel kicked off his boxers, the damp patch obvious for all to see.

“Hand ’em over.” You held your hand out behind you. He never questioned you—never would now. He passed them over, and you held them against your face with a dramatic inhale. “It fuels me, baby. Proper man musk.” You tossed them aside while Joel stroked himself a few times, his other hand sliding between your thighs to circle your clit.

“This what you want, baby?”

Your back arched instantly. “Mhm.” You bit your lip as he smacked your ass hard.

“Can’t hear ya, darlin.”

“Yes, it’s what I want—fuck.”

Your hips bucked against his hand. You felt it retreat, replaced by the swollen tip of him, already slick with precum. “Good girl.”

He pushed into you slowly, making you gasp and clutch at the sheets. “Fuuuckin hell,” you stuttered as he bottomed out with one deep thrust.

“Gonna just take it, aren’t ya, baby?” He kissed your cheek, nibbled at your ear while you tried to adjust around him, tiny whines slipping free. The fucker didn’t wait. He started thrusting slowly, dragging himself against your walls with every movement, groaning against your ear.

You gasped again, gripping the sheets tighter as your head dipped forward. His pace grew rougher, Joel’s hands guiding you lower while one slid up the curve of your spine as he straightened up. Your cheek pressed into the mattress, the angle suddenly deeper—more intense.

Every thrust felt brutal in the best way, punching the breath from your lungs. You clenched around him, muffling your sounds into the sheets.

“Ah, my baby likes that, huh?”

His pace quickened, every thrust pushing you further up the bed. He leaned over, gripping the roots of your hair to pull your body upright, forcing your back into a deeper arch.

The pace turned punishing. One hand stayed tight on your hip while the other slipped down to your already tender clit, circling it relentlessly.

“I’m gonna cum, baby—need ya with me, yeah?”

Your whole body tightened at the edge. Joel’s rhythm faltered, rough breaths spilling through gritted teeth while he chased it with you.

“My baby’s doin so well,” he rasped against your ear. “Takin it like a good girl.”

He kissed your cheek and stayed there, breathing heavily against your skin while your body spasmed around him. Joel followed with a strangled groan.

“Fuck—fuuuck. Shit.”

His grip bruised against your hip as he thrust into you a few more times before bottoming out completely, staying there.

“Fuckin hell, baby. That was—fuck.”

You collapsed onto the bed, dragging him down with you. His weight pressed warmly against your back, and you welcomed every bit of it.

Joel eventually got up to grab towels because there was…a lot of mess.

“Shows we had a good time, huh, baby?” he laughed softly while wiping down your trembling thighs. “You okay there?”

“Mhm,” was all you could manage.

When he finished cleaning you up, he climbed back into bed and pulled you into him, tucking you against his chest.

You looked up at him lazily. “Considering you said it was whatever I wanted, you were at my disposal …you kinda took over there.”

A grin tugged at your lips. “I liked it.”

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