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Guys…might be weird but i literally saw a 🌽 gif that looks too much like pedro😵

summary: joel comes home and finds you with a drink and your hand and a tempting outfit

warnings: smut, kitchen sex, slightly rough but still sweet, oral (f!recieving), piv, teasing, unspecified age gap

a/n: need this man to ruin me, have so many ideas for him so if you wanna request fics for this man feel free!! (freaky and fluffy)

Joel’s boots thumping against the floor late at night broke the silence in your apartment. He stumbled into the dark shelter of yours, the only light coming from the kitchen.

For a few months now, it had been only you and Joel being each other’s survival partners and helping each other stay alive, taking shelter in a decaying building you found for yourselves. Joel was always very protective, even though he was still Joel. Distant, grumpy but still protective over you, especially because of your age.

As he sets down his bag and his rifle, the sound of a bottle clinking caused his guard to rise. The knife that was tucked away in his pocket was already pulled out as he quietly approached the room where the sound came from.

Once he spots a familiar figure standing by the sink Joel sighs in relief, putting away the knife again. “What’re you doin’ out here?” he grumbles.

You turn to face him, caught by surprise even though you heard his boots when he came in. A glass of booze rested on your lips as you went for a sip before he interrupted. You stood there with only a tank top and short sleeping shorts on, most of your skin exposed.

“Just… hanging out, I guess,” you shrug, face heating up partially because of the drink but also because of the way he freezes when he takes a closer look at you.

His eyes linger on your exposed body, scanning you up and down before looking away to regain his focus. “At this hour?” he raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he steps out of the hallway.

You catch him staring which boosts your confidence a little, mixing with the whiskey you had earlier. “Am I not allowed?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head lightly, your half naked body calling his name. “No,” he glares, trying hard to keep his stare averted and look you in the eye. “But what if something got in and you’re out here…” he gestures to your outfit. “Like this.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “You weren’t supposed to see,” you mumble as you take another sip of your drink.

Joel shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling to stop himself from letting his gaze drop down where it shouldn’t. “Well I did,” he sighs, clueless about what do next. He knew he should just retreat, let you do what you want. However something kept him drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

When he spots you starting to chug down the whiskey, he curses under his breath as he starts approaching you. “Put that down,” he demands, taking the glass from your hands and setting it down on the counter behind you. “Easy, damn…”

You stood, clasped between him and the counter, almost pinned down by his tall body. The air starts getting thicker, the proximity allowing you to feel the heat from his body.

You look up at him through your lashes, slightly tipsy but gaining confidence from the way he’s looking at you.

“You got an early day tomorrow, should be sleeping…” he starts, but you stop listening to him halfway.

“You’re not my daddy,” you tease, crossing your arms so your breasts can squeeze under your light tank top. “I can handle myself.”

He freezes, glaring daggers into you, opening his mouth to say something but the words struggle to come out. “You…” His eyes start to wander again. “Have no idea what the hell you’re doin’. ”

You look down, your bodies and inch away from touching. “I do so,” you reply, determined to make him go insane.

His breath hitches, feeling his jeans tighten as you cross your bare legs, your thighs rubbing together. “Go to sleep,” his low voice echoes through the room.

The sound goes straight to your core, pushing yourself off the counter and feeling his breath down your face as you’re now almost pressed against each other. “And leave you hanging,” you look up at him doe eyed, “like this, now?” You carefully fix the collar of his flannel, your fingers brushing his neck.

His hands balled into fists on his sides, looking down at you in disbelief but also with deep desire to make you behave. “Stop it.” His breathing was heavier, your doe eyes burning holes into his face.

Your gaze softens, slipping past him. The shorts you wore rode up slightly, exposing your ass a little further as you took a few steps forward. Joel watches you go, fighting back a groan at the sight, wishing to grab you and pull you back again.

Almost as if you read his mind, you turn around suddenly. “I’m still thirsty.”

He huffs as he grabs the bottle off the counter. “Too bad.” He takes a sip of the whiskey before closing it and putting it out of your reach.

“No fair,” you whine.

“You had enough already,” he raises his eyebrows, stepping closer to you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna have to carry ya to your bed.”

You smirk, tilting your head. “Wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Joel's jaw clenches at your teasing. “I ain’t gonna repeat myself, kid. This ain't no joke.”

The state you were in right now was unlike anything he saw of you before and Joel had no clue how to make you listen. All he knew was that he had to run like hell before you had the chance to see his growing erection.

“We’re re both gonna regret this come mornin’, ” he warns. “So go to bed.” He turns around to put the glass away after you.

You didn’t move at first. Just watched him—broad shoulders tense, back turned, like maybe if he didn’t see you, it’d be easier to pretend none of this was happening. But you weren’t going to let him walk away from this. From you.

“Joel,” you said, quietly, voice stripped of the teasing. “I’m not drunk.”

He didn’t answer, but his head dipped—like your words landed heavier than he wanted to admit.

“I know what I’m doing. And I know what I want.” You took a step toward him, careful, like approaching a wounded animal. “I think you know too.”

When he speaks and turns to face you, his voice is hoarse and almost broken. “I don’t get to have this no more.”

Gently, you pressed a hand to his chest. “You do. You just don’t let yourself.” Joel took in your words, still carefully watching your moves. You lean in closer. “Let me help you,” you coo softly.

Joel’s hand came up to your wrist, at first thinking about pulling it away but now to hold it there, grounding himself in your touch. His eyes flicked from your mouth to your eyes, like he was still trying to talk himself out of it.

In a moment you thought he was gonna shove you away — but then he gave in.

He leaned in slow, as if giving you or himself every chance to back away. The hesitation was hard to get rid of, pulling back slightly but not all the way. “This ain’t right.”

You scoff at his uncertainty and hesitation, tired of dancing around each other. “Shut up.”

Your lips come crashing together in a heated, passionate kiss. Joel’s hands grip your hips possessively, tasting whiskey when his tongue demands entrance into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, chest pressing into him.

He slows down at first, wanting to take it easy on you, gentle and careful like protecting a glass figure but when he feels your breasts squeeze against him and your fingers tugging at his belt, something inside of him unleashes.

Joel picks you up with ease, placing you on his waist and grabbing your ass eagerly. The kiss deepens as he slams you down on the counter, the sounds you both made mixing together.

After finally pulling away, breathless, Joel’s hand slides under your tank top, his rough fingers inching higher over your soft skin. They finally reach your breast, gently kneading it. His thumb brushes over your nipple, making it pebble.

With a mewl, your legs wrap around him tighter. You hold yourself up with your palms on the counter, letting him explore you all he wants.

Joel's mouth descends to your collarbone, sucking and biting gently as his other hand reaches down, fingers hooking under the edges of your panties. They find your slick heat and he teases your entrance, circling it slowly. “So wet…”

You whine, trying hard not to move against his hand and let him toy with you his way. “Joel…” Your mouth is parted, thighs already trembling with desire.

He observes you for reactions as his thumb rolls your clit. “What, baby?”

“N-Need you… Please,” you whimper as the tip of his finger enters your hole.

The corner of his mouth twitches at your begging. “Since you asked so nicely.” He pushes a finger inside you, groaning at how tight and hot you are. His thumb rubs firm circles over your clit as he starts to pump his finger in and out. The sounds you make to encourage him makes his groin stir, increasing his speed and spreads your legs wider, parting your folds with his other hands for better access.

The way his fingers work you has you arching your back, saying his name like a prayer. Joel adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch you further as he picks up the pace. His thumb continues its relentless stimulation of your clit, whispering praises into your ear. He leans in to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to tangle with yours. The taste of whiskey mingles with your sweetness as he devours you. His lips move down your neck, nipping at the soft skin, travelling down to your tits and assaulting the sensitive buds with his mouth.

“Oh my God,” you moan, the pleasure felt otherworldly. You hold onto him, tangling your fingers in his hair. His fingers curl in a way that has you seeing stars. “F-yes… fuck!”

Your responses, your parted lips and furrowed eyebrows had his desire to devour you grow into a wildfire. The pent up tension made it all worth as long as he had the chance to take care of you but also ruin you as well.

Joel's eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust and intensity as he watches you unravel. “Come on, baby girl.” He pinches your clit hard as his fingers keep hitting your sweet spot, sending you plummeting over the edge. Your walls clench tightly around his fingers as you cry out, waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Joel!”

Watching your climax hit had Joel’s own arousal rise and your head spinning as the last drop spills onto his hand. Trying to catch your breath, you hold onto him while you recover and he whispers reassurances in your ear with his head nuzzling into your neck.

The feeling of emptiness disturbs your daze when he pulls out his fingers and takes a step back. You whine in protest, grabbing his hand and pulling him back.

He huffs out a laugh, giving you a confused look. “What? Wanna get you cleaned up.”

You shake your head, tugging at his belt, fully aware of the erection he must have even though his jeans slightly hid it. “Not tired yet,” your voice pleads. “Still…”

There was no need to finish the sentence, his grip already on your thighs again. “Wasn’t done with you anyway,” he rasps, hungrily stroking your inner thighs. “You’re sure tough, gotta give you that.”

You chuckle and bite your lip, pulling off his belt with great speed. He follows after, tugging down your shorts and unzipping his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. You work the buttons of his flannel, not wasting a second.

“Easy baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he jokes at the intensity you moved with, deciding to make it easier for you. He pulls you to the edge of the counter and wraps your legs around him. “Wanna take my time with you ‘n maybe you’ll listen.” Effortlessly, he picks you up and leads you to the bedroom, kissing you like he needs it to save his life.

Once you reach the modest old bed, he plops you down on the mattress and slides your tank top over your head. A low, approving growl rumbles in his chest at the renewed heat he can feel building between your thighs. His calloused hands skim reverently over the soft skin of your sides and stomach, mapping out every dip and curve.

He ducks his head, capturing one pert nipple between his lips and suckling gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive mound. His hand drifts lower, fingers ghosting teasingly over your slick folds, ready and wet for him again, your clit aching against his thumb.

“Please,” you whimper, squirming impatiently.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he takes off his underwear and you feel his thick, angry tip tease your entrance. He groans, your wetness already getting him sensitive. “Wanna hear you,” he croons, his Southern drawl full of desire.

Notching the broad head of his cock at her entrance, he starts to push forward, breaching her slowly. Her slick walls stretch deliciously around him as he sinks in inch by thick inch, letting her adjust to his size.

You moan, the stretch making your world spin. His hands caress your sides and hips soothingly as he lets you adjust, his own breathing ragged with restraint. Finally, when he feels you start to relax around him, he begins to move. He sets a deep, rolling rhythm, pulling out nearly to the tip before sliding back in, hitting that special spot inside you with every thrust.

Feeling his restraint to fully slam into you, you sink down on him slightly even more on your own. “N-Need more,” you pant, hands holding onto his forearms.

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. “Oh yeah?” he challenges, pulling out almost entirely, his tip still halfway in. Before you could protest, he rams into you in a way that makes your back arch and both of you moan. “Fuck!” you cry out desperately.

Your cries and increasingly loud moans spur him on, his hips snapping forward with growing urgency. He changes the angle slightly, lifting your ass up into his hands, determined to hit that perfect spot inside her with every deep thrust. “That’s it baby girl, take it.”

The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with her keening cries and his own guttural groans. He guides your hands to your own heat, placing your fingers on your clit. “Touch yourself for me.”

Obeying him, you start rubbing yourself in firm motions, circling around it. With every thrust your moans get louder, your tits bounce harder and his cock hits the places you didn’t know could be reached. He watches your tits move along the force of his hips, grasping onto one of them while cupping the other slightly gentler.

The pleasure is almost too much for you, the combinations having your eyes roll back. “Joel, fuck!”

Determined to bring you with him, he targets his thrusts, angling to hit that special spot inside you with every deep plunge, the force rocking your entire body. “Oh my God!” you moan at the pace he keept up. He groans, feeling her walls flutter and clench around his pistoning length, making him dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck, I-” he pants, his moves getting sloppier. “I’m close…”

“Me- nghh… too,” you whimper, holding onto him tighter as his hand replaces yours over your clit.

You clenching around him with an almost animalistic cry as you come undone beneath him is the final push he needs. With a roar of completion, he hilts himself deep inside your spasming sheath, his cock pulsing as he starts to empty himself in thick, hot spurts directly against your cervix.

"Jesus," he snarls, grinding against you as he rides out the intense waves of his orgasm. Each twitch and throb of his shaft sends another load of his seed painting your insides, marking you as his.

Through it all, his hands roam your body possessively, caressing and kneading every curve as if committing it to memory. He peppers your face with kisses between harsh breaths, murmuring praise and adoration against your skin. "So good... so fucking perfect."

Your boneless frame settles on the mattress in his embrace, tangling your fingers in his hair. A contented sigh escapes him as he listens to your gentle panting, your heartbeat gradually slowing to match his own and everything calms down. “That tire you out?” he teases, laying down next to you and keeping you steady in his arms.

“A little,” you sigh, even though your eyes were struggling to stay open as you rest your head on his chest.

He laughs lightly, attempting to get up and clean you up but you didn’t let him, deciding to hold him while you still had him. “Stay,” you sleepily murmur.

“ ‘S okay, baby,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss onto your forehead softly, like he’s kissing the most precious thing in the world. “I got you.”

send rq, the freakier the better 😭🙏 and fluff and angst too cause they’re the best

imagine sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your thigh while the other absentmindedly plays with your hair, twisting the strands between his fingers ... his chest is solid against your back, his breath warm at your ear every time he leans in a little too close. and when you start moving back and forth - just a little, his hands tighten, his body tensing beneath you as you slowly rock your hips, feeling him get hard & pressing against you ...

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summer mischief (Joel Miller x fem!reader)

warnings: smut!!, afab!reader, male masturbation, fingering, unprotected piv, implied age gap (reader is in mid-twenties, Joel is early fifties), Joel makes you cum in his beer bottle (wow how did that get in here??), established relationship, low key sugar daddy!Joel???, modern!au, no outbreak yippie, reader is kind of oblivious at the beginning then turns into a tease, Joel can’t keep it in his pants

synopsis: Joel finds it difficult to concentrate on anything but you during your summer vacation.

word count: 4, 448 holy mother of christ

decided to change the name to “summer mischief”. 🤭 was planning on making this a oneshot but i suppose that idea went into the drain. also can we please get that shirtless Joel mod we’ve been talking about for months now thank you bye <33

( @whore-4-pedro this what you wanted?)

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swimming pool glimmering, darling

white bikini off with my red nail polish

watch me in the swimming pool, bright blue ripple’s

you sittin’, sippin’ on your black cristal, yeah

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The sweltering heat of the Texas summer makes you want to jump into an ice bucket.

At least that’s what you feel like doing right about now, as you stand in line to buy an ice cream at the mall. Joel is grumbling behind you about how he shouldn’t have let you drag him out of the house, how he would be better off at home.

“Oh, hush”, you retort. Your turn at the ice cream stand is about to arrive, and then the little kid in front of you drops his ice cream onto the tiled floor. “For fucks sake.”

The boy starts crying, his arms swinging up and down as he throws a tantrum in the middle of the mall. His mother tries to comfort him, her face cringing in embarrassment. He ends up crying louder.

“Screw this”, you mutter under your breath, turning away from the scene. You take Joel’s hand, dragging him away from the stand and heading to the escalator.

No matter. The real reason you had come to the mall was to shop for the beach. Bikinis, towels, anything you could need for your upcoming trip to the coast. Even though Joel had reassured you earlier, saying how you had everything you needed. He’s never owned a bikini in his life, what does he know?

“Are you serious right now?”, Joel grumbles, pinching his t-shirt and shaking it slightly, trying to cool himself off. “The one cold thing that exists in this entire shitty mall and you drag me away from that, too.”

You send him a glare. “Why do you need something to cool yourself off so badly? Isn’t your soul cold enough already?” you retort, the ghost of a smirk traces your lips.

He rolls his eyes, leaning against the railing of the escalator. “Keep talkin’ like that and I’m not buyin’ you anything.”

Which isn’t true, he’d buy you anything the moment you asked. But the drama queen in you needs to shine.

Your hand comes up to your forehead and you feign a gasp. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, Mr Miller! Please forgive me!”

Joel shakes his head, chuckling lowly. “You’re gonna trip”, he nods at the escalator.

You spare a glance at the floor and holy shit the escalator is literally about to throw you off. Luckily, you manage to steady yourself, your feet planting themselves on the solid ground as you dust yourself off playfully.

He chuckles under his breath and rolls his eyes again, but you don’t notice. Before Joel can comprehend what’s happening, you grab his hand again, making a beeline for the store with bikinis and swimsuits in the window.

The options are numerous; from dark-colored one-piece suits to teeny-tiny tropical two-pieces that probably show more skin than your sexy lingerie back at home.

You walk into the store, which is bustling with people. Joel exhales happily l as the cool air from the AC blows over you both, providing you a smidge of relief.

Joel catches one look at your expression, the equivalent of a small child in a toy store. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Please tell me you won’t buy more than five.”

Your eyes are already searching for a suitable bikini. You flash him a small wink, your tone playful, “Can’t promise anything, babe.”

You faintly register that he grumbles something about you already having too many bikinis, but you promptly ignore him.

About 15 minutes pass of you simply browsing through most of the options. Finally, you grab three styles you like, your feet carrying you to the nearest changing room like a woman on a mission.

Joel trails behind you, not complaining about the heat (for once, thank Christ).

“I’m gonna go try these on, OK?” you look up at him, already opening the curtains of the changing cabin.

He finds your eagerness adorable. “Sure, sweets. I’ll be waitin’ for ya’ out here.”

You blow him a thankful kiss because it’s his bank account that’s going to be taking the blow of your shopping. But, anyway, he likes buying you things, he spoils you all the time. No big deal.

The first swimsuit is a simple, white two-piece. The bra is a halter top style, and the bottoms are tied at the sides. “Cute”, you think as you inspect it in the mirror. Your curves look sexy.

The second swimsuit is the same as the first. Same cut, same size, same shape, only this one has a flower print. It’s bright, and it brings out your curves, same as the first one.

The first two in comparison with the third one are child’s play.

This one looks… fucking hell, it looks good. It feels good.

The top is shaped like your everyday bra. It’s simple, it’s small. Except this one squeezes your tits so well that you almost find yourself drooling over your own curves. The bottom is a high-cut and it fits your figure perfectly, accentuating your hips and legs.

It’s colored in a bright, sunflower-like yellow.

You haven’t felt this hot. Like, ever.

So you decide that you need a second opinion. Maybe it’s the heat getting to you, maybe you’re hallucinating. But, oh my God, you feel so good in this and you never want to take it off.

And who better to ask than your loving boyfriend who’s waiting for you just outside the changing room?

“Psst. Joel!” you whisper-yell, hoping to God he was there and you weren’t just talking to yourself. Or a stranger.

You hear his familiar drawl. “What?” he asks.

“Can you come in here for a minute? I need a second opinion.”

He sighs, most probably pinching the bridge of his nose, as he usually does. Lazy fucker.

“Yeah, OK, fine” he replies.

You stand back, your attention turning back to your reflection in the mirror.

He carefully slips into the changing room, quickly pulling the curtain back so that no one can take a peek inside. He turns around, wondering what exactly you were debating on now. His hazel eyes meet your body in the mirror and holy fuck-

His heart partially stops beating, his eyes widen.

You’re fucking gorgeous.

The two small pieces of yellow cloth hug your curves so nicely. Your legs and your thighs and your ass look so… delicious.

“What do you think?” your voice brings him back to reality. “It feels so nice and I love the way it looks. You think I should get it?”

You turn around to face him and… holy fuck, your tits are so pretty.

He tries not to stare, he really doesn’t. But his brain is short-circuiting and blood is rushing to his already half-hard cock and he really wishes he could fuck you in this little changing room right about now.

But he can’t.

He shakes his head slightly, running a hand down his face. Fuck.

“It- it looks real nice, yeah” he manages. “If it feels good and you feel good in it… you should buy it. You look good” he nods, stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his shorts. He feels his cock strain slightly against the material.

“Great” you chirp, your gaze falling back to the mirror. “Then I’ll take it. Thanks, babe.” You send him a thankful smile.

He smiles back, slipping out of the changing room.

As the curtain falls back he breathes. He fucking breathes because he was so close to bending you over right then and there and fucking you good until you were screaming his name.

But there would be time for that later.

Now he had to make it through the mall without an obvious hard-on.

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He does finally make it home after a while.

“Jus’ wanna make sure we’ve got everything ready, y’know?” he had told you as you exited the store. “I can put your new stuff to wash while I’m at it.”

Thank Christ, you had bought his strange excuse. You didn’t pry, assuming he simply needed some alone time. So all you did was thank him for everything and peck him on the lips, going off to shop by yourself.

His sweet, oblivious girl.

He throws the bags containing your new swimsuits onto the bed as he enters your shared bedroom and makes a mental note to wash them when he’s done.

He strips himself and enters the shower, letting the cold water finally cool him down.

And then his mind wanders to you.

In that shitty little changing room.

In that small, yellow bikini.

And, fuck, he’s already hard again and he can’t stop picturing your ass, your tits, and your pretty curves.

And he can’t help it when his hand wanders down, smearing the length of his cock with the precum which drips from the tip. He fists himself slowly at first, imagining it was you. Your hands, your pretty mouth wrapped around him, taking his cock so well as you always did…

He picks up the pace, those pretty noises you make echo in his dirty mind. Your sweet moans as he spears you on his cock, his name falling from like a prayer from your pretty lips. The sweet taste of your pussy as he eats you out, making your thighs clamp around his head and your back arch off the bed.

Those foul thoughts are enough to make him cum. He grunts as his release paints the wall of the shower white, panting as his high washes over him.

This is gonna be fun.

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“So not true!” Ellie’s voice echoes as you walk up the steps to the rented house.

“Yes, it is!” you retort, your tone half-playful, half-serious.

The ride to the coast was long and uncomfortably hot. You stopped twice for gas, buying ice creams both times to have at least something to cool yourself off with. Tommy had complained every moment he was out in the sun, to which Joel had replied many times with “stuff it” and “quit whinin’, we’ll be at the coast soon enough”.

Poor Maria, you think. God knows how she survived that car ride, alone with probably the biggest complainer on the face of the Earth.

Meanwhile, you had managed to offend Ellie by saying that chocolate ice cream wasn’t that fantastic. To say she lost it at that would be an understatement.

“There are so many flavors that are ten times better than chocolate” you scoff as Joel unlocks the door to the house, Maria and Tommy trailing behind you.

“Yeah? Enlighten me.” She has her hands crossed over her chest, her gaze scrutinizing you with every word you say. You would laugh at her, but all you can do is sigh happily as you enter the cool house.

“Finally. One more minute and I would’ve gotten heatstroke out there” Tommy’s voice echoes in the large entrance. Maria glares at the back of his head.

“One more minute and my fist woulda stroked your face” you hear Joel grumble and you snicker quietly. The brotherly Miller love.

Ellie is already climbing the stairs, your conversation about ice cream flavors probably forgotten in her mind.

The house is nice, spacious. The ground floor is completely open, the kitchen, living room, and dining room are all connected. There seems to be some sort of elephant motif that decorates the inside; paintings of elephants adorn the wall, while the numerous cupboards and shelves have small figurines of elephants sitting all around.

It’s big, it’s cool, it has everything you could need. It’ll do.

“I call dibs on this room!” Ellie’s voice rings out from upstairs.

You pick your bag up, your feet carry you up the stairs. It’s simple; a long hallway stretches out in front of you as your feet find the wooden floor. Four doors sit ahead of you, two on one wall, two on the other.

You peek your head in the first door to the right. The room is simple, painted in white. A queen-sized bed sits in the middle of it, and a door in the corner leads to the bathroom.

“Wanna take this one?” you look up at Joel who just made it up the stairs, carrying two bags. You rush to help him, but he just brushes you off. Stubborn fucker.

He takes a look at the room, nodding. “Sure, this’ll do.”

Tommy’s voice booms from the room opposite yours. “Alright, who’s up for swimming?”

Maria smacks him on the head. Ellie laughs.

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About an hour later, after you’ve settled yourselves in the house, Ellie, (aided greatly by Tommy), manages to drag you all out to the beach.

You pick out your new, flowery two-piece, your flip-flops, and grab a towel on the way out.

The walk down is less than two minutes and you’re thankful for it. The house is perched on a hill, surrounded by trees, tucked away from the rest of the houses which sit directly in front of the ocean. “Better have privacy and peace than have children’s screams in your ear all day”, Maria retorts as Ellie whines about the walk downhill.

The beach isn’t really a beach, more a pavement that stretches out for a good mile or so, simply providing entrance to the water.

The water glistens brightly in the sun, clear, cool, and inviting. It looks too good to ignore.

So you set your towel down on one of the empty chairs, along with everyone else’s towels, and dip your feet into the water.

Heaven.

Tommy has already jumped in, laughing boisterously. Ellie follows him quickly after, an eager grin on her face.

You’re about to jump in after them when a large hand wraps itself around your waist. Your head snaps around quickly as you search for the person.

Joel chuckles lowly, his bare chest pressed against your back.

“You’re gonna snap your neck ‘f you keep twistin’ your head like that, sweets” he muses, his hand resting on your waist.

You huff. Sneaky fucker.

“You’re the one who scared me”, you retort, smiling cheekily up at him. “Now, you gonna let me swim or stay like this and roast in the sun?”

Another deep chuckle. “‘M not sure. Maybe I’ll just run away and steal you.”

His lips graze the shell of your ear and you have to remind yourself that you’re in a public place.

“Plus, you look too damn good in that bathing suit, sweets. Makes me wanna do things to you.”

You shake your head, chuckling. “Fuck you, Miller.”

“Lookin’ forward to it, hon”, he nips at your ear, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. And just like that, his hand slips from your waist and he dives into the water.

You glare at him, shaking off the familiar feeling of his touch.

You jump into the water after him, sighing happily as the hot, sticky feeling of warmth finally washes itself off of your skin.

You stay in the water for a good half an hour; diving, swimming, simply enjoying each others’ company and the refreshment of the water.

Joel’s voice reaches your ears as you wrap your towel around yourself, fingers carding through your wet hair.

“D’you bring that little yellow swimsuit with ‘ya?” he questions, his tone lowered as he approaches you so only no one else can hear him.

You squint your eyes at him just barely. Since when was he interested in which bikini you took and left?

“My yellow bikini, you mean?” the corners of your lips barely turn upwards, smirking. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugs. “Jus’ askin’. You wanted my opinion on it and you seemed to really like it.”

You nod understandingly, not fully buying his excuse. “Yeah, I did. I’ll make sure to wear it, babe. Don’t worry.”

Your eyes drink him in for a split second. Salt and pepper hair wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. His chest, dusted with short grey hairs, muscular and lean. Veiny hands grip his towel, his fingers curling around the soft material. You remember vividly how those same fingers curled inside your sopping cunt only a few nights ago, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until your legs were trembling and your hands were weakly pushing him away, whining that it was too much.

Your eyes dart back to his handsome face and you flash him a cheeky smile.

Ellie groans next to you, her stomach growling loudly. “What’s for dinner?”

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Maria successfully finds some sort of a seafood restaurant with good reviews.

You settle for a simple maroon sundress, (even though Joel and Tommy plan picking up the food and bringing it back to the house). It doesn’t show too much, neither does it show too little.

You promptly decide to forget that it’s the same sundress Joel fucked you in last summer. Bent over the hood of his car after one of your date nights as he pounded into you from behind until you were screaming his name and squirting on his cock.

And you know damn well he remembers that night just as well as you do.

It’s your subtle way of teasing him. Always has been and always will be.

You descend the stairs, slipping on your flip-flops and running a hand through your humid hair. Ellie is sprawled over the couch, lazily flipping through the channels on the TV. You can see Maria on the balcony through the window, laughing as she talks on the phone with someone. Joel and Tommy are in the kitchen, their Southern drawls carrying through the house as they speak.

You walk over to the kitchen, reaching into the cupboard for a glass.

You totally don’t sway your hips any more than you usually would. Or arch your back just slightly more than needed as you grab the glass.

Luckily, Tommy leans against the counter, his back turned to you as he speaks with Joel. Joel, who’s got full view of every movement you make.

And, fuck, when his eyes fall onto your figure in that little dress…

The same dress he bent you over in last summer. When he ripped your panties off and hiked your dress up, watching as his cock disappeared into your slick folds as he fucked you.

After you’ve filled your glass, you walk out of the kitchen. Although not before giving him those eyes.

The ones that say “yeah, I know what I’m doing.”

Tommy’s voice saying that it was time to go grounds him. He shakes his head slightly, pushing the dirty thoughts away.

If you wanted to tease him that way, so be it.

After all… he wasn’t gonna let you have all the fun.

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You swear you’re about to throw a pillow in Ellie’s face because of how much she’s complaining.

“Where the hell are they?” the fourteen year old whines for the 50th time. “I swear I’m gonna to eat this shitty couch if they don’t- “

“Food’s here!” Tommy’s voice booms as the front door opens. Joel follows closely after him, shutting the door with his foot. They’re both carrying bags full of food, and you’re glad that Ellie’s finally shut up.

She jumps up from the couch, not wasting a second. Maria is already in the kitchen, grabbing plates and utensils. “You guys wanna eat outside?” she asks.

You lift yourself off of the couch, approaching Maria and grabbing the plates from her. “Sure”, you hum, “it’s not that hot outside right now. It’ll be nice.”

You settle yourselves on the patio table in front of the pool. The food is great, the company is even better.

Just as Ellie’s about to finish talking about something that Riley did last summer, Joel’s gestures at you all.

“Does anyone wan’ some beer? ‘Cause we jus’ bought a six-pack an’ it ain’t gonna drink itself.”

You, Tommy, and Maria nod at his suggestion. Ellie humorously adds, “Yes, please.” Joel simply scoffs, ruffling her hair as he stands up.

“Come on. Come help me with ‘em”, he taps you on the shoulder, an expression only you can recognise on his face.

Slick fucker.

“Sure”, you smile sweetly up at him. Your chair screeches as you get up, following him up the steps and back into the house.

The case of beers sits on one of the counters in the kitchen. Joel grabs a bottle opener (how he knew where it was, you don’t know) and cracks open four beers.

He offers you one, and you accept it. Your fingers brush against his own and fuck the tension is so thick you swear it’s starting to get hot again.

That familiar, smug look paints his face. Like he knows what he’s doing.

His bottle clinks against yours and he mutters a small “cheers”, his eyes never leaving yours.

He takes a swig. You do the same.

He sets his bottle down.

“Fuck this”, you think. You’ve got people waiting outside, you need to be quick.

So you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in.

His lips agains yours feel perfect. He tastes like beer with a faint touch of seafood.

His hands come to rest on your waist as he pushes you against the counter. You let out a soft “mmpf” sound as your back hits the marble. Your hands snake around his neck, tugging lightly on his salt and pepper hair in between your fingers.

“You know what you’re fuckin’ doin’, sweets”, he growls against your lips, pulling away quickly.

His mouth finds your neck, kissing and biting your soft skin. You whimper, throwing your head back so he has more space to work with.

One of his hands trails down, under your skirt. He pushes your panties to the side and-

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart”, he chuckles lowly. His finger ghosts your clit, picking up the slick that’s gathered around your hole, making you whimper. “You’re soaked. Ain’t you, pretty girl? Need my fingers to fuck you good?”

It’s that godforsaken southern drawl of his.

“Please Joel…” you whine. One of your hands grips the counter behind you, the other holds onto his bicep.

“What, sweets?” he questions, his hazel eyes making you feel small as he watches you. “Need me to take care of your pretty pussy? Use your words f’me, hon, come on.”

“Yes, yes, please Joel. Want your fingers”, you whimper as his thumb applies a small amount of pressure to your clit.

“Better be quiet then, sweets”, his lips ghost the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t’ want anyone else hearing those pretty sounds, would you?”

He slips two thick fingers into your soaked hole. And, gods, does it feel good.

You gasp as he shoves them in until his knuckles prevent him from going any deeper. Slowly, he sets a pleasurable pace, his thumb ghosting over your clit.

“Joel, fuck-“, you stutter, biting your lip. Hard.

“What is it, sweets?” he asks, raising his brows innocently, although there’s a smug smirk on his lips.

Foul fucker.

You glare up at him and you’re about to say something, about to wipe that smug smile off his face. But then he curls his fingers inside your cunt and every thought you just had evaporates.

“Fuck- !” he slaps his free hand over your mouth, muffling your moans.

His fingers pick up the pace. A lewd squelching sound comes from the spot where he’s knuckles deep inside you. The knot in your stomach is steadily forming, only getting tighter with each foul word that comes from his mouth.

“Takin’ my fingers so well… this pussy’s made for me, darlin’.”

“This fuckin’ little dress… I should bend you over again jus’ to teach you another lesson.”

And yeah, you’ve been here for at least a couple minutes now and you hope to God that nobody’s thinking of coming to check up on you guys. But, fuck, Joel’s thumb is rubbing your clit again and he’s telling you to finish on his fingers and-

Your release washes over you like a warm wave. You arch your back, your loud moans muffled by his palm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake as you cum all over his fingers.

You’re panting as you return to reality slowly. Joel pulls his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them up to your lips.

“Suck, darlin’.”

So you do. You open your mouth and he shoves his fingers in. The taste is tangy and sweet against your tongue as you swirl it across his digits.

You let go of his fingers with a small “pop” sound. A pleased smirk paints your lips as your eyes gaze at him.

And before you can even comprehend what he’s doing, he grabs his beer bottle and presses it against your hot core.

You gasp, surprised by the cold feeling. “Joel, what are you- ?”

He cuts you off. “Shh, it’s OK, sweets. Jus’ wanna taste you myself.”

And it’s foul. It’s so fucking foul.

But god it’s hot. The thought of him drinking your own cum mixed with his beer has your mind going hazy.

He collects some of your release, letting it drip into the bottle. When he’s pleased, he brings it up and swirls the liquid. And that smug smirk is still plastered across his face.

“Come on. We don’ wanna keep ‘em waitin’ any longer, do we?” his brows raise as he grabs another bottle.

And you’re about to grab the other two when you remember that you’re currently not wearing any underwear.

“Joel, hold up. Give me my panties back”, you chuckle, holding your hand out to him.

He steps back to you and presses a sweet kiss against your lips.

“No.”

Your eyes widen. No way in fucking hell he expects you to walk out there in a dress that barely reaches your mid-thigh without underwear.

But he does.

Fucker.

He pushes the door open, the two beers in hand. “Beers comin’!” he yells.

And so you follow him out, carrying the other two. The glass is cold against your hot skin, providing little to no relief.

You manage to sit down without flashing anyone, thankfully. You pass one of the beers to Maria, sipping on the other one yourself.

Nobody questions your overstay in the house.

Thank fucking God.

Your eyes drift over to Joel who sits opposite you. Whose eyes are already on you.

He brings the bottle up to his lips and takes a long swig.

And there’s that smug look again.

If he wanted to play this game, then good. That was more than fine with you.

Because it is so on.

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oh my sweet lord i’m posting at midnight. i’ve been travelling all day and wrote half of it in the car. it probably has a whole lotta mistakes but i’m just too tired to fix em rn.

this was my first time writing anything so pretty please go easy on me. if you have any tips or constructive criticism feel free to leave it in the comments, it’ll help a lot 🙏🏼

also lmk if you want part 2??? maybe??

Cute pic from Marrakech a few days back