HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH!!!!

HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH!!!! 😍😍😍

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Oh my goodness!!! Finally got through all the one shots of the story and will be starting the sequel soon! This was such a good read! 😍

'the way we were' masterlist

18+, minors please do not interact, warnings/tags included for each chapter

Paring: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak (no Y/N)

AU (I kept was the outbreak and common characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. No Ellie... yet.)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. When the outbreak happens, you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m and f), fingering, masturbation (m and f), Language, Themes of death/depression that can be graphic at times, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

Status: complete

Look What We've Become - sequel

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen - Extra Scene

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

I think most of these could be read stand alone, I tried to add a brief backstory to these if it was necessary

Chronological Order:

Moving Day

The Contractor

All Yours

Listen

Three Days (part one)

Recovery (part two)

credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers

Guuuurl 👀

Dieter Bravo X F!Reader-Popping Your Coke Cherry

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, Male preforming oral sex on female reader, piv sex, drug use, alcohol consumption, infidelity, overall just lots of chaos.

Authors notes:This is my first fanfic/smut I’ve ever written so please be mindful of that. I still have a lot of work to do on my writing skills.

“Are you almost ready? Jesus fucking Christ you’re not walking the red carpet. It’s a fucking house party.” Your boyfriend Jacob yells from the other room, annoyed that you aren’t ready for the party he told you about an hour ago. You finish the last curl in your hair, slip on your heels and exit the bathroom. “Alright! All ready! How do I look?” You say just excited to be going out for a change. “Looks good. I gotta take a shit.” Jacob says basically shoulder checking you to get to the bathroom.

You arrive at the party around midnight and it seems like things are in full swing. You walk in and are instantly greeted with the smell of weed and cigarettes. They are having a “Hawaii” themed party which basically means a few guys are walking around asking to “get laid” and throwing floral necklaces on drunk girls. You think it’s all so stupid until you finally find the counter with all the booze. This should help. You and Jacob take a few shots together when he tells you he needs to go to the bathroom and to wait there for him. You take a few more shots with some strangers and actually find yourself having fun. So much fun if fact, you don’t even notice it’s been 45 minutes and no sign of Jacob. So you decide to go find him, he’s probably passed out somewhere.

You stumble up the stairs with your heels in your hand. The floor may be gross but you’re smart enough to know not to walk up stairs in heels when you’re 6 . . . no . . .7 shots into the night. You check the bathroom first, a guy is passed out in there but it’s not Jacob. Then you approach a bedroom and stumble into the doorknob getting it open. What you see instantly sobers you up. At least it felt like it did until you got nauseous.

“Oh shit” you say as you stare in horror at a skinny blonde girl riding your boyfriend. They can’t hear you until you yell “FUCK YOU!” And slam the door behind you. “What the fuck? Oh shit!” Jacob yells trying to chase after you. The last thing you want right now is to see him so you quickly hide in a different room closing the door behind you. You press your ear up to the door and hear Jacob yelling for you over the music.

You sit facing the door, using it for support while you start to sob. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a man’s voice behind you say “Uh, so is this what you usually do when you think you’re alone?” You whip your head around to find a man wearing a brown bathrobe, messy curls, and a look that tells you he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. He’s seated in a rocking chair with a small table usually used for tv dinners in front of him that has several lines of coke ready to go.

“No not every time. Just the times I catch my boyfriend throwing 3 years down the drain just to fuck the first girl that would let him.” You say trying to calm yourself down enough to not be a total mess. “Ah shit well, sorry bout that. Was she ugly at least?” He asked. “Nope. Well not from what I saw. Skinny. Blonde. Flexible. Seems like he upgraded.” You say trying staring at the floor trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do now. “How flexible? Wait no don’t answer that. Sorry. You seem like a catch. I’m sure you could get any guy you want. Just uh, fish in the sea, find the right one, all that bullshit” He says with a smile that looks like how a warm blanket feels.

“Thanks but I’m not exactly the best fisherman.” You say still sniffling but feeling like you can stand again. You tell him your name and ask his. “Dieter, Uh Dieter Bravo.” He says while rolling up a $100 bill. “Uh, look I don’t know what else to say here so do you just want to do some coke with me instead?” Usually you stuck to alcohol and the occasional blunt, but tonight is a special occasion. You are heartbroken and angry, “Fuck it. How do I do this?” You walk over to him and kneel infront of the table.

“You’ve never done coke?” He says with a laugh. You like his laugh a lot. He’s got a chaotic warmth to him that feels nice to have around right now. “No I tend to stick to bath salts.” You say with a sarcastic smile. “I knew you’d have a nice smile.” He says making you feel a weird heat in your face. “Well first off how drunk are you?” He says seeming slightly serious. “Drunk enough to know I’d like to try coke for the first time in a stranger’s bedroom.” You say. “Well you’re in luck! I’m the master. Watch and learn little girl.” He says right before holding up the rolled money to one of his nostrils and plugging the other with his finger. He leans over the white lines and breathes in quickly and deeply inhaling a singular line. Wiping his nose he says “Just do it quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.”

He hands you the rolled money and you follow his advice. Quick and deep you inhale your first line of coke. “Alright! There you fuckin go!” Seeming so proud of you he pats you on the back while you wipe your nose. Instantly you feel a rush of adrenaline. You feel like you could take on the world. Concur anything and everything you’ve ever wanted to. “JESUS CHRIST! That’s fuckin nice. Wow.” You say with a big smile. “Well I’m glad I could pop your cocaine cherry. You took it like a champ.”

You both sit and talk for hours, doing shots and lines of coke. Making plans for the next day that you both knew you’d never follow up on. You look at the clock and see 4am on the clock. “Oh shit. I wonder where Jacob went. Probably left with Malibu bitch. Guess I’m gonna be ubering home tonight. I’m sure the owner probably doesn’t want us sleeping off our hangovers here.” You say standing up and fixing your dress.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you gently down onto his lap. “Ah I won’t mind sweetheart.” He says placing his hand on your thigh. “Oh you own this place? Damn it’s huge.” You say looking around the room that you’re just now realizing seems rather fancy. “Yeah I get that a lot” he chuckles. “But yeah I own the place. You could say the out of work acting business seems to pay off when you’ve had a few big movies.”

“Can I do one more line just for fun?” You ask looking down into his eyes and smiling. “Tell you what. I’ll give you one more line if you’ll let me do a line off you.” He whispers in your ear wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your neck softly. “mmm deal.” You say feeling utterly euphoric. He lines up one more and you take it up your nose like you’d been doing coke your whole life. “Oof ok. Where were you thinking on my body?” You ask.

He stands up and picks you up, wrapping your legs around him, you both fall into the bed with him landing on top of you. “Hmm, where to pick where to pick.” He says with a smirk. “How about on your thigh?” He breathily asks, pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. “Wherever you want baby.” You say with a moan.

He crosses the room to grab the coke. “Oh and take off your underwear.” He says without hesitation. You eagerly slip off the lacy thong you were wearing taking notice of how wet you are right now. “Stay still ok babygirl?” You let out an agreeing moan. He lines up the coke on your inner thigh and quickly snorts it. Without any time to think he plants his mouth on your clit and starts sucking. He laps at you as if you were his first drink of water in a week. Hungrily he growls into your core. Working at your clit with light pulsating suction, he slips his finger in your cunt bringing you to your breaking point. You look down to realize he is staring at you. “Fuck you taste so good. Is this how you like it baby? Is this how you like having your sweet pussy eaten out?” He slips in another finger doing “come here” motion with them. “Fuck! Yes! Oh my god yes!” You are at the edge of an orgasm and your body is practically begging for release. “Oh you’re so pretty when you’re about to cum. Don’t stop now baby.” He says before dipping his head down to completely consume you. Licking and sucking at your clit while continuing to finger you, your body has finally had enough. Your orgasm floods all your senses. Making you writhe and scream out his name.

When you’ve finished riding through your orgasm, he comes up to meet your face. You sloppily make out, tasting yourself on him is just making all you previous tension build back up. “Fuck I want you in me right now.” You moan out while he sucks on your neck. Without missing a beat he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass up to meet his hips. You hear his robe hit the ground and feel his tip at your entrance. “Tell me how much you want it baby.” He says with a smirk in his voice. “Fuck please just fuck the shit out of me right now.” You plead. You’re almost embarrassed to find yourself so willing to beg but you tell yourself it’s the drugs and alcohol. “That’s all i need to hear.” He slowly enters you. Waiting for your body to adjust to him before moving in more. He’s way bigger than you’re used to. When he finally bottoms out it feels like he’s in your stomach. A twinge of pain shoots through you when he fully pulls out and slams back into your cunt. It’s quickly replaced with sheer pleasure when he picks up the pace, gripping his hand on the headboard he starts pounding into you. He fills you up completely with each thrust. His hips pumping fast and steady.

“Shit babygirl. You’re so fucking tight. It’s been a long time since someone fucked the attitude out of ya hasn’t it?” He says in an almost growl. Hitting your G-Spot with every thrust has you ready to cum again and he knows it. “Come on baby. Cum on daddy’s cock. I want to feel just how tight you get.” With those simple words you are cumming again. Completely overstimulated and practically spasming. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too now. Oh fuck. Yeah milk this fucking cock baby.” With a few harsh thrusts he’s cumming deep in your pussy. When he’s finished you both lie there for a few minutes before he speaks up. “Hey uh, so do I need to go get a plan B or something? I can send my assistant out for it.”

You laugh and say “nah you’re good. I’m on the pill.” “Oh. Thank god.” He says before getting up and offering you a shirt to sleep in. He climbs back into bed and you both instantly drift off to sleep.

The hump.

It's what camels have 🐫 Here's a camel. His name is Wayne.

But also something you might have been feeling lately, the dreaded hump.

It can be hard getting over it. Feeling like you never will. Like it won't get better, that you won't surpass or overcome. Just you and the hump.

Like you may as well give up trying.

But humps shrink. 🐫 Just like they do on Wayne here, too.

They can become manageable. You can overcome them.

It just takes time.

Be kind to yourself. You'll get there.

🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤

Do you. Then do Dieter.

Self-Care with Dieter & Jett

Reblogging so I can read later cause I already know it’s gonna be good 😍

Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot: A Trouble Shared is a Trouble Halved Summary: You've been traveling companions and now that you're in Jackson, Joel's getting comfortable. (Post Outbreak)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,900

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), talk of eating, weight gain, oral (f receiving), angst, established relationship growing pains, argument

Author's Notes: Am I back? Maybe baby! I'm delighted to finally do what was asked of me in a poll and I thank you all for your love and patience.

Thanks be to @neverwheremoonchild, @strang3lov3, and @notjustjavierpena for their eyes, thots, and brains. And thank you to @noxturnalpascal for the THOT that gave life to this fic so very long ago.

“Eatin’ like it's your last day on earth, Miller...”, you teased with a wry smile as you walked past him in the dining hall.

“Shut it...”, he grumbled, a bit of pink flushing his cheeks. He took another bite of gravy-flooded mashed potatoes.

“What helping’s this? Third? Fourth?”

Joel looked at you, exasperated. “The fuck? Can't a man enjoy his girl’s cookin’ without the third degree?”

You smiled at him, loving how much of a rise you were getting. It had been a few months since you and Joel had your first encounter, and while nothing was made official, more often than not, you’d find yourself entwined with Joel in your bed at night. His heavy, full stomach pressed against your back as you both slept peacefully. While you enjoyed your time together, you were beginning to feel something was lacking, hence your teasing.

The cold glare he gave immediately dampened the playful banter between you. You felt a twist in your mood and sour heat in your stomach.

He shook his turkey leg at you, giving you a scolding look, and warned, “You better knock that shit off, Darlin’... or so help me, I’m not gonna - .”

“Not gonna what?”, you asked, getting closer, and you voice dropped down to a cool whisper only he could hear. “Not gonna fuck me? Pretty sure haven’t been doing that lately anyway, so what’d be the difference, huh?”

He sat back with wide eyes and his mouth open in shock, and his full belly sat rounded out on his lap. You stood up, brow raised, and arms crossed.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?!”

Joel was affectionate, but usually too tired, full or both to do anything but let you ride him. And not to say you didn't enjoy it, but it was starting to feel a bit one sided. He hadn’t done anything beyond finger you a bit to get you ready and then sweet talk you into being on top again. He’d apologize and praise you, but you wanted more. Especially now that there was more to him.

His eating habits had really started to impact his physique; his jawline was softer, his arms and thighs were thicker, but his stomach was truly the star of the show. He’d made do with the clothes he had for as long as he could, but at the rate he was eating and the limited physical activity he’d been doing, he had to trade labor and time for new shirts and pants that would fit him. And on nights when he ate like this, you swore you could hear the seams praying to their polyester gods for mercy.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Coulda fooled me!”, he snapped, louder than he meant. “Seems to do the trick and make you whine and mewl like a beaten dog almost every night!”

You felt your face get hot as a few heads in the dining hall turned towards you. He sighed and his eyes softened as he saw your face fall a bit. But you held firm, pulling your mouth into a scowl.

“Not every night, nowhere near it. And I’m the one doing the work. I’m the one fuckin’ you!”, you hissed.

Before giving him a chance to say anything else, you quickly turned and went back into the kitchen.

*****

After storming out of the dining hall, you’d spent the rest of your shift cleaning the entire kitchen, probably to a degree it hadn’t been since its installation. You’d scrubbed and polished every surface with enough fury in your eyes that no one dared step in. It wasn’t until you heard the jukebox turn off and see the lights in the dining hall dim that you realized you’d been at this for a few hours.

As you leaned back against the counter, head down and thinking over how your and Joel’s interaction had escalated like that, you heard a small voice say your name. You looked up and saw Sally, one of the other kitchen attendants.

“Sorry - don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m tryin’ to close up and Joel won’t leave. Says he’s not leavin’ without’cha.”

You scoffed out a ‘for fuck’s sake’ then walked to the swinging doors, only to see Joel, still seated where he was before, leaning back in his chair and picking his teeth with a toothpick. His eyes met yours, and you knew just from the look he was giving, he had a lot more to say.

“Joel, go home. Need to close up and can’t if you’re here.”

He looked behind you at Sally and gave her a small wave. “I’ll help her close up, Sally. You run on home. We got this.”

“Joel!”, you hissed.

“Go on now, Sally.”

His tone left little room for Sally to argue, and she muttered a ‘good night’ as she passed by you then Joel as head made her way out the door.  You sighed, clenching your jaw, feeling the frustration and anger that you’d just weeded down in your cleaning frenzy begin to rise again. Joel watched Sally leave, then turned back to you, smug look on his face, made all the smugger as he noted your irritation.

“Darlin’, cut that shit out and come’ere.”, he crooned with a small grin, hilding his hand out to you.

You glared at him, not moving from your position.

He kept his hand out and raised his eyebrows and let out a huff. “Don’t make this old man beg, baby…”

“I think this old man has a lot more ground to cover than just beggin’.”, you responded cooly, crossing your arms across your chest. Before Joel could answer, you turned and went back to the kitchen to finish your duties.

You figured there was a 50 / 50 chance of Joel following you in, so as the door swung open and his heavy footsteps lumbered towards you, you knew he was at least picking up slightly on the passive aggressive breadcrumbs you’d dropped. You kept your back to him, drying cutlery and putting them into their respective bins.

“Darlin’…”

Joel’s voice was set low in a growl, leaving you unable to tell whether he was angry or aroused. You jumped as his hand grazed your lower back and settled on your waist, giving you a small squeeze.

“You wan’me to beg?”, he huskily growled into the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss to your skin.

“I gotta finish closin’ up, Joel.”, you stated, keeping your voice as even and unaffected as you could muster.

Joel let out a frustrated sigh-turned-grunt and let you go, stepping back. He leaned back against the wooden shelf behind him, the wood creaking in objection to his weight.

“Fuck, you’re being-“, he started, before letting out a huff. “What has gotten into you?”

Turning around, you were met with something you didn’t anticipate – a dark, sullen, glaring Joel, eyes burning into you.

“Joel-“, you groaned, before he cut you off.

“Don’t fuckin’ Joel me.”, he snapped. “You got a lot of fuckin’ nerve. You know what you said in front of the people eatin’ their food out there? You said I wasn’t fuckin’ you right. And then, I sit here like a goddamned fool, waitin’ for you to finish so we can talk, and you turn your back on me.”

“Joel, I need t-“

“Shut up! I ain’t done talkin’!”

You close your mouth and swallow hard. While you’d seen him get mad before, Joel had never directed it towards you before, and lord almighty, it sucked.

“You think I’m a fuckin’ mind reader? Think I’m gonna know you’re not happy?”, he asked, sounding loud and desperate, as he stood up and stalked towards you.

As he looked down at you, realization of how much bigger he was, in height and weight, came over you.

“I have said someth-“, you tried to argue, but his large hand grabbing yours and tugging you against him stopped you.

“Don’t interrupt me!”, he barked. “You aint said shit! And now you – fuck! No. You know what? Ain’t worth it!”

His eyes glowered down into yours and you in turn felt your eyes begin to sting with tears at the loss of contact. This was the most emotionally charged you’d seen Joel, and you wanted that same energy and passion when he fucked you, not use it to berate you for needing him to give you the same time and attention he showered on the food you cooked for the whole community. You could feel your face getting hot from the anger that was boiling in you over how overlooked you felt, even if it wasn’t entirely true. You were in a heated, frenzied spiral and reason and rationale had abandoned you.

Before you could snap back and tell him how worth it you actually were, Joel’s eyes softened; he let out a deep breath and let go of your arm and stepped back.

“I’ll… I’ll see you at home.”, Joel muttered before he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

You stood silently and watched him leave, feeling your heart break and immolate in your rib cage and hot tears fall down your face. It hit you hard just how hurt you both were.

*****

The house was dark when you walked in the front door. Joel had left no lights on, and you knew Ellie would be at Dina’s house for the night. The only hint you had to deduce that Joel was in fact home was the dim light you saw through his bedroom window as you approached the house. You hung your coat and tucked your boots on the shelf before quietly ascending the stairs to go to your room.

As you tiptoed in the hallways, you passed Joel’s bedroom door and heard him moving around his room. You could see his shadow from the light slipping under his doorway and felt your stomach curdle and sour, your mind jumping to rash conclusions about what he could be doing in there.

Was he packing to move out and get away from you?

Was he trying to clean up to remove your smell?

Was he collecting your things that you’d left in his room so he could hand them to you and tell you to get out?

As the thoughts rippled through your brain, you knew Joel was more methodical than that. He wouldn’t just leave or make you leave like that… would he?

You stepped forward, forgetting about that floorboard. The creak that sang out made both you and Joel’s shadow stop. You kept still for a moment, but the shadow didn’t move either. You were suddenly thrust back into your childhood; the times you were trying to sneak down into the kitchen to grab a snack or watch a blue movie on cable television without your parents catching you.

That fucking floorboard.

The shadow moved slightly, signaling Joel was getting closer to the door, and you moved quickly to your room, no longer caring how much noise you made. As you reached to grab your door handle, you heard Joel’s door pull open.

“Darlin’?”

Your hand clasped the knob, and you closed your eyes, hearing his voice.

“Yeah, Joel?”

You were surprised how soft and calm your voice sounded; it was a stark contrast to the overwhelming, post-anger, anxiety-ridden mess that was your mind.

“Turn around and look at me, Baby.”

“M’tired, Joel… Just gonna go to bed and – “

“I said turn around.”

It wasn’t a request. His tone was gentle, but you could feel it in your bones that this was a command - a soft one, but a command none the less. Your skin prickled in a wave of goosebumps, up your body, culminating at the base of your neck.

Joel must have been able to see the effect he had on you, because the voice he used to speak almost melted the flesh from your bones.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna turn around and look at me. Now.”

You turned around and looked at him. His broad and hefty silhouette stood ominously in his doorway, backlit by the soft glow from his bedroom.

“You comin’ to bed?”, Joel said quietly, but there was an edge to his tone that made your skin once again pebble.

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at his question, then shook your head subtly.

“No, Joel. I figured we’d take the night an-“

“And what?”, he snapped, stepping out into the hallway and towards you.

When you didn’t answer, he took another few steps and growled in a lower tone, “And what?!”

Your eyes went wide as he got closer, and your fight or flight kicked in. Taking a step back, you hit your bedroom door, and stumbled through your words. “I… I-I thought… I figured that you’d wanna-“

“That I’d wanna what?”, he snarled, stepping close and his full belly pressed you further into your door.

“Th-that you’d… you’d wanna be… alone to-tonight…”

Joel’s hand came up and he grabbed your chin, forcing your face square to his. “And why d’you think that?”

“Because… because we fought-“

“And you think that gives you the right to not sleep in my bed?”

You were stunned; you had no answer for him, and you also hadn’t ever been this turned on by him with out him already being knuckle deep in your pussy. You swallowed hard and stared back at him. This was a feeling you couldn’t place; it felt like you were slipping under a spell that Joel was casting.

The only response you could finally give was a headshake, and Joel returned it with a curt nod and slight grin.

“Good girl.”, he purred and released your chin.

You followed Joel back into his room, and stood awkwardly as he closed the door. You’d been in his room countless times, and you’d never felt this out of place. You jumped when he put his hands on your hips from behind and pulled you back, the curve of your spine being the perfect angle for his heavy belly to fit against.

“You feel like I’m not takin’ care of you, Darlin’?”, he huskily mewled into your ear before nipping it.

“Joel, I’m sor-“

“Stop.”, he said, abruptly stopping you from finishing your apology.

“We’re past that, Darlin’. Both said things we needed to say, even if we said’em not so nicely.”

You could hear the small smile in his voice and couldn’t help the one that tugged at your mouth slightly. A whisper soft sound came out of you with a sigh. 

But then his tone dipped down, and as he rasped into your ear; one of his hands on your hip slipped to your front as he cupped your denim clad mound.

“You got my attention, baby. You feelin’ needy?”

Your mouth opened, and our flew a feather-light choked whimper. He gripped you roughly and pulled you snug against him, enough so that you could feel his thick and hard cock press against your ass.

“That why you had an attitude with me today? Needed me to fuck you? Fix that ache in your needy pussy?”

You breathed his name out as your brows furrowed and your eyes clenches closed. “Joel…” Your hand snapped on top of his over your crotch, forcing him to apply more pressure and squeeze.

“Need me to remind you that you’re mine?”, he growled before biting the crux of your neck and shoulder.

You nodded, breathing rapidly, then you let out a squeal as he shook your hand off his, then turned and shoved you against the wall. He got close and his hands made quick work in opening and shoving down your jeans. His eyes snapped up to yours and his hand dove between your legs.

“Fuck, baby…”, he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt how wet you were. “My poor girl’s floodin’ the basement and it’s’all my fault.”

You grabbed his wrist, stabilizing yourself, and let whining pants out with each breath as his middle finger began to dip in an out of your hole. The tip of his thumb gently circled you’re aching clit.

“Yeah… I know I been neglectin’ you, baby girl… but not ‘cause of nothin’ you did… no, baby… you’re just keepin’ me too well fed and I’m fit to be tied by the time we get home… if I could fuck you the way you deserve every night…”

“Oh fuck… Joel, I need y –“

“But you always lettin’ me get away with being lazy an’watchin’ your perfect tits bounce while you fuck this fat old man…”, he rasped, his lids heavy as he watched your face contort in need. “Jesus, Darlin’, you got e’ry right to be cross with me…”

As much as you loved his voice, you needed more. Fisting his shirt, you pulled his face to yours and sucked him into a desperate and messy kiss, teeth and tongues colliding, and it was sharp and splitting. You didn’t need gentle – you needed him.

He finally pulled back, breathing heavily, same as you, and a grin tugged at his parted lips.

“Oh, Darlin’…”, he cooed, finger and thumb still working your cunt in tandem. He leaned in, ghosting his mouth over yours and asked in a voice so soft, you could have cried. “I need you to know how bad you got me, baby… tell me what I can do to prove it.”

Emboldened by his lust-blown eyes with heavy lids looking at you desperately, you put your hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle push down. A smile pulled at one side of his mouth, instantly understanding your silent request. He stepped back and groaned as he lowered himself down, joints cracking as he got on one knee, and he looked up as he pulled your jeans down further then helped you step out, one leg at a time. As he de-robed your second leg, he lifted it over his shoulder, and he scooted forward, and your eyes stayed trained on him, catching every detail, every twitch of his face as he breathed huskily and inhaled your scent. You watched his eyes flutter and roll back, like you were a buffet of fine cuisine, and he was a starved man. He pressed his nose in your crux and nudged in further, panting and swearing under his breath as he let your aroma and essence envelope him.

He took his time, as if he was making sure to catch every flavour, every note of your taste and smell, almost punishing himself for allowing you to feel unappreciated. His hands reached behind and pulled your hips forward into his face and you whimpered out a gasp as your shoulders planted against the wall behind you being the only thing keeping you upright.

“Joel…”, you breathed out, swallowing, trying to alleviate the dry mouth your open mouth breathing had caused. “Joel, please…”

He groaned into your warmth and opened his mouth, finally letting himself have a taste. His tongue licked out between your folds, starting slowly, but began to increase in intensity as he realized this was his favourite thing to savour. He grunted and panted as he lapped at you, his grip that held you so firmly to his face hurting you in the absolute best way possible.

Your fingers pulled his hair, aiding in keeping your core tightly affixed to his gaping maw, and you rocked your hip, mewling and crying out, begging him for more. Joel was in no position to deny you want you needed, not only because of the iron-clad connection currently created by both of your individual efforts, but he was eating his favourite thing. He’d denied you both for so long, he would happily suffocate between your thighs before ever taking a proper breath again if it paid the price of his sin. The noises he made as he ate and licked and devoured you sounded obscene - he sounded like a starved and feral dog, gnawing at a cut of meat tossed to him out of pity. You’re sure that if you saw his eyes, they’d be a black abyss like a shark’s as it bit down on its next meal.

The sounds he was ripping and peeling out of you were music to his ears, championing him further, pushing him harder to make you give him more of those delicious noises. He was rocking his hips in time with his mouth and tongue, letting his throbbing cock rut against the inside of his jean’s rough zipper. Between that, your taste and your fingers pulling his scalp taught with hair, he was in pure ecstasy.

He brought his hand attached to the shoulder your leg was propped up on and pushed two thick fingers into your core and began to pump them in and out - again, in time with his own hips’ rhythm. The white-hot burning coil that Joel had been slowly winding with his mouth finally sprung loose and snapped. You arched your back, silently screaming out as your body went rigid, and vaguely heard Joel growl. He continued to suck hard on your twitching and swollen clit and punched his fingers up into you as your rode out your orgasm. You heard liquid hitting the wood floor before you heard Joel let out a series of high-pitched groans.

His fingers slowed and his mouth was panting hot, quick breaths on your aching core. You looked down at him, chest heaving, to see him shakily pull his fingers from you and shove them in his mouth. Joel was a beautiful and carnal sight: breathing hard in grunts as he sucked his fingers clean. The act looked primitive, like he’d accessed his baser instincts, and he was satisfying a basic human need, a millennia in the making.

“Joel.”, you croaked, and he looked up at you with blurred eyes that slowly began to focus. He slowly pulled himself up, heaving his heavy belly. You helped him come back to his fully height and he leaned into you, pressing his forehead to yours. You could smell yourself on him as he kissed you softly before resuming your connection through foreheads.

“That was…”

“Yeah… fuck yeah… taste so good.”

“I wanna return the fav-“

Your hand cupped what you thought would be his hard cock, but stopped when you felt him softening and his jeans were warm and damp. You pulled your head back and looked at him, prompting a huffed laugh from Joel, pink flushing up his neck to his cheeks.

“You’re my favourite meal, Darlin’. You got me hooked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

He pulled you away from the wall and onto the bed. He laid back and groaned as his spine relaxed. His full belly domed above him, moving gently up and down with each breath and you sat up, giving it a rub.

“You ate well tonight…”, you cooed, unbuckling his belt and opening his jean to access the mess he made.

He chuckled, supporting his head on an arm as he watched you with a grin. “Couldn’t help it… you serve food too good to not destroy myself on it, Darlin’.”

You shot him a look as you peeled back his damp and sticky underwear.

“Like I said, Darlin’…  you serve up a good meal.”

beef's glossery: The term "blue movie" is an old-fashioned slang term used to describe pornographic films, usually of the low budget variety.

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