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TEENAGE DREAM

Chapter 1 - Of Broken Hearts And Teenage Guts

Pairings: Main-Joel Miller x Ofc/Reader/You (reader has a name)

Secondary- Joel x Tess / Mentioned- Ellie x Riley, Tommy x Maria

Fic Warnings: 30/y Age Difference, Joel is 48, Reader is 18, Underage for Ch1 (Legal in the State of Texas), Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Use of Sex Toys, Outdoor Sex, Squirting, Sex Tapes, Infidelity, Rough Sex, Spitting, Face Slapping, DV, Unwanted Pregnancy, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Rimming (Both M/F and F/M), Light-Skinned Ofc, Athletic/Curvy Ofc

Word Count: 3.3K

AU-No Cordyceps Outbreak/Sarah is alive

BFD!Joel Miller

Joel Miller is having an affair with his daughters’ best friend.

Cover image by @beskarandblasters

Banners and dividers by @saradika-graphics

It started in the way things like this start you suppose, almost by accident.

It started with a soft touch, firm hands, and a deep need for protection, care, and want.

It started on a rainy night when you got to their house looking to spend a weekend eating junk food and having two shoulders to cry on, a weekend of girl nights and rom-coms and trash-talking the boy who just dumped you.

It started when you forgot Sarah and Ellie were away with their mom, and Mr. Miller opened his door to you standing on his porch soaking wet and crying.

It started with Joel Miller letting you in and closing the door behind you.

You're staring at a white scuff mark on an otherwise perfectly pristine soft blue wall, your breathing harsh still, you can feel your chest expanding against the mattress with each panting exhale, and there's sweat running down your back that's starting to turn sticky thanks to the night breeze coming in from the half-open window.

"Fuuuuck!" You hear him groan and feel him start to move, you dare not even turn and look at him so you just stare at that scuff mark on the wall right next to his dresser, and try not to think about what you just did.

"This never happened", he says, and you feel the bed give way with the shift of his body as he gets up, you listen as he walks and the bedroom door opens and closes, and you still can't move.

You can still feel him all over you, his hands running over every inch of your body, his beard scratching at the skin of your belly, his lips against your neck after he flipped you over, that dull ache from where he entered you, and the telltale sign of what he left behind dripping down into a puddle that's becoming uncomfortable under your hips.

You close your eyes and can't decide if you should laugh or cry, it all happened so fast, and you still haven't processed that you are here, that he did do that to you, that you wanted it so badly, that you begged him for it.

It all happened so fast.

Joel frowns, looking down at his watch, still the same one Sarah had fixed for him so many years ago, it reads 10:51 pm, too late for anyone to come knocking at his door.

He puts down the tumbler of whiskey he had been indulging in after a hard day of work, "Fucking Tommy" he groans, ready with some choice words for his little brother who is probably already drunk and had forgotten again that he'd moved to his own apartment a month ago.

"I'm coming! Stop knocking you fucking idio... Oh!" He stops then, taking a moment to look at the girl standing on his porch, face red and blotchy and clothes heavy with rain water, shivering and looking like she'd just run there. "Jenna? It's 11 pm, sweetie, what are you doing here?" he asks, a little confused as to why his daughters' best friend is knocking on his door so late at night.

She sniffles and looks around, seeming confused herself "Mr. Miller... I..is.." She sobs a little, using the cuff of her hoodie to wipe at her face "Are Ellie and Sarah home?" she sniffles again, looking up at Joel with big sad eyes.

"Oh honey, no, they're at their mom's this weekend", Joel tells her, still lost on what to do. He can't see any cars he doesn't recognize parked down the street and the way she's breathing all labored, and shivering, it does seem like she genuinely actually RAN there.

Joel sighs and opens the door fully "Why don't you come in, we can call your parents" He steps back a little so she can walk inside, closing the door behind her after checking the street one more time.

You can hear the sound of running water down the hall. Mr. Miller, "Call me Joel", washing away what he clearly feels was a mistake off of his skin. You finally roll over, gathering the crumpled-up, thin green sheet to cover up your body as you sit up against his headboard.

You wince, the dull ache deep inside you turning into sharp pain for a second before dissipating back into that strange feeling of emptiness. And you feel a little dirty, a little weird too, almost like your skin fits too tight on your own body, like it's not yours.

Everything smells like him and you and sex and a little bit like dirt and wet grass. You lean over the edge of the bed looking around for your clothes and you groan when you remember they're not there. You close your eyes and curse at yourself, at your stupidity, your neediness, and how easy it all was.

How could you have done this to them? "This never happened, ok" You whisper his words back and nod as if saying it means that it's real and erased and you're clean again and Ellie and Sarah never, ever need to know.

You gather yourself up still wrapped in his green sheet and tail it out of the bedroom and down the hall, past the bathroom where you can still hear the water running, and down the stairs. Where you know your clothes are, somewhere in between the laundry room and... everywhere else.

"Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes", Joel says, looking at the poor girl still shivering and trying to calm down her crying. He gestures towards the laundry room with his head "I've got some clean towels down here, you can take your hoodie off and I'll make you some tea while you call home ok?"

"I can't go home" She whines, following after him, still sniffling a little.

Joel stops and turns back to look at her, a worried frown etched on his face “What do you mean?” he asks, concerned.

Jenna bites her lip looking up at him, face flushed. And he has passing thought, that she’s so fucking pretty. He shakes it off as she speaks. "I lied to my parents” She pouts “They wanted me to go camping and I told them Ellie and Sarah had invited me to spend the weekend, I..." She blushes, looking down at the floor and pulling on the sleeves of her hoodie, wrapping her arms around herself "I was supposed to be with my boyfriend" She whimpers, her voice cracking again looking up at Joel with those big brown eyes, red-rimmed and filling up with tears threatening to spill again. "He broke up with me" She breaks down again, sobbing.

And Joel? He just reacts. He gathers her up in his arms and makes soft soothing sounds "Shhh, It’s ok" he says, holding her close to his body just as he would his own daughters. His cheek is pressed against the top of her head and he can feel her shallow breathing against his chest. His shirt getting just as soaked as her clothes are. "I'm so sorry Mr. Miller" she mumbles, warm breath against his neck. "It's ok sweet girl, it's gonna be ok" he keeps saying over and over again.

You start picking up your clothes, blushing, all the way from your panties halfway down the stairs, your bra and his boxers just a few steps away, to the living room where the rest of your clothes lie in a pile, along with his just on the edge of the couch that he had pushed you into.

You remember fisting the back of his shirt and the way his scent was almost overwhelming. His hands, big and firm and safe, and the way you dragged your nose over his throat pushing up on your tip toes and whispering against his cheek once again "I'm sorry Mr.Miller". It was mostly a blur after that.

You know it was you. Your lips against the corner of his mouth then full-on against his. You know it was you because he was the one who stopped, you know it was you who started it, yes. But it was him who didn't let you go.

You know it was you because you wanted it so badly, and he didn't let you just take it. He took too.

Joel is startled, pulling his face back, eyes wide.

"Hey..." he starts to say, only to be interrupted again by your lips crashing back against his, and your voice so soft and still shaky whispering "Please" another small kiss and your face so close and your body rising up against his "Please" another whisper and something just snaps in him, he kisses you back so hard he ends up pressing you against the wall.

Your lips are so soft and plump and YOUNG, you taste like candy and coconut lip balm and you’re so fucking eager. Your hands are running up the back of his head, his own almost reacting of their own accord going down to hold your waist and squeeze your hips, and palm your ass, so fucking perky and tight. He doesn’t know what to do, where to touch, what to grab. He wants all of it, all of YOU, at once.

"Fuck" he groans, breaking the kiss only to tilt his head down and latch on to your neck.

"Please Mr. Miller" You moan, your hands going to the front of his shirt almost ripping it open to push your fingers against his collarbone and behind his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss again, sucking his lip into your mouth and biting down. Your teeth drag over his flesh.

He’s harder than he’s ever been.

"Jesus" Joel pants, he knows it's going to happen, he wants it to happen.

In less than two seconds he has your hoodie open and is pushing it down your arms onto the floor, a small puddle forming around the heavy fabric. The t-shirt you’re wearing underneath is equally soaked through and he can see the hint of a lacy pink bra and large, soft breasts. "Fuck!" he groans again taking your mouth in another deep kiss and pulling you along towards the couch. He pushes your hot little body up against the back of it, your legs kicking out as you try to kick off your shoes.

"Mr. Miller" You moan against his ear, and it feels like a fucking prayer. Blunt nails scratch at the exposed skin peeking out from his shirt at the top of his back and drag their way down to the hem, pulling at it again. "Please" you groan almost desperate. His own hands going under your t-shirt and pushing up, his thumbs dragging against your not-quite-flat stomach and sides as his palms glide up your soft, so fucking soft, back.

"Lift your arms up, baby girl" Joel whispers against your lips, pulling back a little to just look at you as he rips the shirt off completely, dropping it to the floor at his feet. "Shiiit" he whispers breathlessly, looking down at that pink lacy bra and those gorgeous fleshy breasts, cupping each one and moaning out loud at how well they fill up his hands, he squeezes and rubs the tiny peaks of your hardened nipples with his thumbs, pushing his forehead against yours "You're so fucking beautiful" he groans.

You moan in response, your eyes rolling back a little and your arms going back around his neck "Feels so good Mr.Miller" you groan, finally getting your shoes off and wrapping your legs around him, kissing any and every part of his skin that you can reach, still tugging and pulling at his shirt.

"Joel", he says, finally reaching down and almost ripping off a button in his haste to tear his shirt off "Call me Joel". His hands fall to grip your ass as he lifts you off the couch and walks just a few steps away, his mouth devouring yours again pushing you up against the wall.

"Joel" You pant in between kisses, your hands cupping the sides of his face pushing him to look at you. Your eyes blown wide, almost dazed.

"Fuck me, Joel" It’s the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever heard, such a pretty voice.

Such a sinful mouth.

Your jeans are still damp when you pick them up from where they lay crumpled up in the middle of the living room floor. You can still feel the burn of the small scratches on your back from where he held you against the wall not even an hour ago.

You hear the water shutting off and look down at yourself in your lacy pink underwear. And you can see your t-shirt just behind the couch and your hoodie peeking around the hallway. You could just get dressed and go, call some other friend, and tell them you need a place to crash for the night, you could just walk away.

But… you don't. You can't.

You don't want to feel this way. Like what you did was such a bad thing. You don't want to leave with the memory of a bedroom wall instead of his face, instead of his eyes. Because you didn't do anything wrong, you decide, not really. You gather up both his and your clothes, his dumb green sheet, and all the courage you can muster. You march back up the stairs.

You refuse to walk out of this house feeling ashamed.

The carpet is rough against his knees, and the steps aren't nearly wide enough to be comfortable but he doesn't care, your back is arched and your legs are spread wide over his shoulders. And you taste like he's a fucking teenager again, sweet and bitter and perfect.

The soft cotton of your panties is still clutched in one of his hands while the other keeps you open. His tongue lapping at that little nub right above your core and his nose is flush with a perfectly trimmed little line of pubic hair.

"Fuck, Joel" You’re mewling now, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair, your legs twitching and your belly tight "Oh my god!" You almost shout as he breaches you with a thick finger. He pushes in, firm and relentless all the way up to the last knuckle, his lips around that little nub now as you clamp down around him, so warm and tight.

"That's it, baby, so fucking sweet" He pulls out and pushes back in again, letting your underwear drop onto the step below your body, and bringing his other hand up to spread your beautiful pussy open, looking down at that tight little bright pink hole. So lovely, wet and shiny, and sooooo fucking young.

" Wanna eat you so bad baby, wanna stay here forever" he groans lowering his head and taking you back into his mouth, sucking harder now, finger pushing in and out getting you ready to take another one.

"Yes, fuck yeah, Jo... Joel" You moan spreading your legs as far as they'll go wedged in between the walls of his tiny stairwell. He's pushing two fingers in now, and you open up so well that he almost feels jealous to know that someone has already been there before. That your body’s already been taught this kind of touch.

The grip on his hair gets tighter still, almost painful and your heat grips his fingers like he hasn't felt a woman do in way too long. Your hips are twitching and he feels as you start to drip all over his hand, all over his beard.

"Come on baby, come for me"

"We had sex!" You say as you storm back into the room.

He's naked, a towel wrapped around his waist, his head down in resignation as he sits on the edge of his bed almost like he was waiting for you. "We had sex Joel" you repeat, standing there probably looking silly dressed in nothing your underwear with an armful of dirty clothes wrapped on a dirty sheet.

"It happened", You tell him. You say to him, and to the room that bore witness, the room where he took you and where he is now trying to take it back.

You feel a knot in your throat but you've already cried enough tonight for a stupid boy. You're not about to cry for a stupid man.

"Can you please look at me?" You beg almost, letting the sheet and your clothes drop down to the floor, stepping over them and up to him, between his legs. You cradle his face in your hands, but he’s still not looking at you.

"I didn't do anything wrong" Your voice breaks and his head snaps up, a look of so much regret on his face.

"I did!" He says looking up at you, his hands clutching the mattress like he's forcing himself not to move them, not to touch you. "I'm the one who did something wrong" he almost sounds like he's in pain and you're still holding his face and all you want to do is make him see that it's ok, that you wanted him to do it. That you still want him to.

"You didn't!" you drop to your knees almost eager, and you pull his face down towards yours and kiss him. Just a peck, close-mouthed and earnest "You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do..." you bite your lip and you try and say it with courage, that little word that he kept calling you that made you feel so good "Baby"

He snorts and you almost balk at how stupid it sounds coming out of your mouth but, instead, you laugh and he laughs and it's not awkward or dirty or sad anymore. It just is, and now you both have to deal with it.

You smile at him once you've both stopped laughing and kiss him again. He kisses you back just as softly and you decide to let you both off the hook. You're not naive, and you know he's not something you actually get to have.

"Thank you, Mr.Miller”.

You say it softly, and he almost looks surprised. You let go of him then and stand up taking a couple of steps back. "Is it ok if I crash here? I promise I'll figure something out in the morning", you tell him.

He nods "Yeah", he says “ Yeah, of course”, and stands up. He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants and a clean t-shirt from a drawer "You can sleep in Sarah's room". He hands you the clean clothes, and just like that, it’s over. You nod at him and walk out.

And you know he understands.

You don't have to feel dirty and he doesn't have to feel guilty, it happened. No one else needs to know, but it happened.

The bed groans under your combined weight, the headboard slamming ever so slightly against the wall with each push of his hips against yours, you're on your knees, your hands against the wall and your ass bouncing with every thrust.

Your heat around his cock feels like heaven, a teenage wet dream come alive. His name on your lips sounds like nothing he's ever heard before, and when he spills inside of you it’s like he's born again. Nothing matters then.

He knows what he's doing isn't right, you're 17, and the only reason he knows you is because his daughters are your best friends. You go to high school together for Christ's sake!

He has a fucking girlfriend that's going to wonder where the scratches on his back came from. She'll ask about the bruises on his knees and the purple marks around his neck. He doesn't care.

There's sweat dripping down the curve of your back and you're clenching around him, soaked in your pleasure along with him, and he knows it's wrong.

But God does it feel so fucking right.

It's the peak before the crash, and he knows the crash is coming fast. So he holds you tight, gives you everything he’s got.

#Mia's fic #Teenage Dream #The Las Of Us #The Last of Us Fanfiction #Joel Miller #Joel Miller Fic #Joel Miller Smut #Joel Miller x Reader #Joel Miller x You #Joel Miller x Ofc #Best Friend's Dad #18+

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

genre: angst, smut, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, secret relationship

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

word count: 3.7k

chapter summary: you have your first girls' night out with Olivia and of course, Joel is at the same bar— waiting for his date.

warnings: alcohol consumption, piv sex (between joel and ofc!asha sorry y'all but don't worry reader and joel are gonna get there... eventually), a bit of hurt/comfort vibes, sex for comfort

Chapter Three || Chapter Five

The bar is much more crowded than you expect, but then again, you haven't been going out much so you wouldn't really know. Despite the sweaty crowd, the fans do a good job of circulating the air and it smells nice, like strawberries.

Olivia is sitting across from you. There’s a small wooden bowl of unshelled peanuts on the table, she reaches over and takes one. You’re a bit nervous. You're barely paying attention as you absentmindedly shove the nail of your thumb into the pad of your forefinger, lost in thought. Your eyes lift to Olivia just in time to see her dark brows furrow with concentration as she deftly peels the thick shell off the nut, a bit of tongue peeking out above her glossy bottom lip.

She looks nice, you observe. Her white knitted tank top accentuates her breasts, and the mustard yellow ring around her waistline draws your eye to her curves. You can see a shimmer to her dark skin, little specks of gold that catch the light. You assume it must be the body spray she's wearing. Meanwhile, she pushes a successfully deshelled peanut between her lips. You suddenly feel uncomfortable with your own outfit.

You had made an effort, mostly because Tommy had insisted, but you couldn't imagine going out in sweatpants anyway. You're wearing a burgundy dress, the sleeves going all the way to your elbows and the neckline delightfully deep. The dress is a bit too short for your comfort, and you find yourself tugging it down whenever you stand up, but it elicited a whistle from Olivia when she first saw you, so you decide the trouble is worth it.

When Olivia throws the remains of the peanut shell to the floor, you frown.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to litter.”

“Look around babe,” she answers, taking another peanut. “It’s the concept.”

Suddenly you’re abundantly aware of the peanut shells on the floor acting as decor, your lips form a simple oh. Before you turn back to Olivia, you see multiple people throwing their shells to the floor. The waiter appears before you can get the words out.

“What can I get you, ladies, on this fine evening?”

“I want a long island ice tea,” Olivia smiles, her green eyes flitting to you.

In contrast to Olivia's effortless smile, yours is awkward and forced, the corners of your lips trembling slightly.

“A greyhound please,”

“Anything else?”

Olivia throws more shells to the floor, “Are you hungry?”

“A bit.”

She proceeds to order a mixed plate of deep-fried everything, which your stomach has no objections to. When the waiter leaves, you finally reach out and grab a peanut for yourself.

“I see you every day, can you relax?”

“Sorry, it’s just…” you swallow. “It’s been a while since I went out. I’m just a bit excited. I’ll return to normal, promise.”

“I bet you’ll feel much better after we get some alcohol in your system,” she leans closer, and so do you, your nail ferociously battles the salty shell of the peanut. “You don’t go out much with the boys?”

“Boys?”

“Duh, the brothers,” she grins, tapping her nails against the table's surface. “Tommy and Joel, don’t they ever take you out?”

“Not really. I mean Joel is mostly busy with work and Sarah. Tommy comes by to fix up the room.”

“Ohhh, that’s right, you two were working on that little project of yours,” the waiter comes back with their drinks, leaves them, and moves to the next table. “How is it like spending time with him?”

A soft chuckle falls from your lips, “He actually wanted to come tonight, but I said no,” when Olivia shoots you a confused glance you grin. “Girls only.”

“Hell yeah it is!” she exclaims which is followed by a cheerful woo, she lifts the cold glass to her lips and takes two gulps. Her red lipgloss stains the rim. “How is the room going by the way? Have you managed to paint anything yet?”

“We barely started, last night we cleared out the room,” you rub the side of the glass with your thumb. “And no. But that’s enough of me, what about you?”

Olivia’s face lights up at that. Her parents recently came to visit from Boston and she was quite excited for them to meet Pyrrha. The two had been dating for two months but their chemistry was instant. Olivia had described it as love at first sight when she came to work the next day— she never even believed in love before, her words not yours, and it took her by surprise.

But Pyrrha, she said that day, They’re different.

You’re confused as to why the memory makes you think of Joel but it does. The heat of alcohol burns your cheeks. You force yourself to smile at what Olivia is saying. You catch her train of thought mid-sentence. The meeting with the parents had gone without a hitch. You’re happy for them. Olivia is one of those rare people that genuinely deserves to be happy. And you’re just about to say that. Your lips part, and at the same time you reach for a peanut, with the corner of your eyes you notice the waiter coming to your table with a large plate—

Then you see him.

Joel fucking Miller.

At the bar.

Alone.

His eyes are glued to the door, his leg bobbing up and down. When the waiter lays the plate in front of you both, you can’t even look to thank him. Olivia does it for you and follows your gaze. Her eyes go wide, bringing her half-full glass to her lips.

“Holy shit is that the Joel?” she lets out a soft whistle. “I wasn’t aware he was the type to wear a leather jacket, it suits him.”

“Yeah that’s new,” you mutter, balking. “Why is he even here? Should I say hi?” you ask frantically, eyes moving back to Olivia.

“Only if you want to,” she clicks her tongue, looking amused. “And it looks like you really do,”

“Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

“Well he’s alone now so go on, he won’t bite—unless that’s your thing, I bet he has some nice chompers,”

“Ha ha very funny—”

He catches your eye over the shoulders of a group of people moving past, and for a moment, time stands still. His eyebrows slowly raise, his gaze intense. Your heart pounds in your chest, every muscle in your body taut.

You blame your reaction on the two sips of the cocktail you had. Joel’s eyes flit to the entrance one last time before turning to you again and smiling, a slow nod made as a greeting.

It’s supposed to be left at just that. You’ll smile back and the whole interaction will be over.

However, you forgot about Olivia.

She turns towards him, arm casually draped over the back of the booth, and waves in an animated manner, “Hey, Joel!” she calls out, you nearly laugh at the way he jolts, confusion etched between his brows. “Why don’t you come over?”

Seeing no other choice, Joel grabs his beer and walks over. You’re left in slight surprise when he sits next to you, the close proximity forcing your legs to press together. He has a kind smile when he looks at Olivia.

“Hi, I’m Joel,” he says, offering his hand. Olivia takes it with a grin. “But I guess you already know that.”

“I do,” she coos. “I’m Olivia, the designated best friend.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Olivia winks at you, her wide smile providing comfort, “Nice to know she talks about me.”

“Only good things,” Joel chuckles. “You two havin’ a girls' night out?”

“You know it!” she laughs, fingers moving around the rim of the glass. “Also, this poor girl tells me you guys never go out? Is there a reason for that or are you guys just hermits living under a bridge?”

“Olivia!”

She waves you off, bottom lip pushed out. “I’m only kidding, he knows that. You don’t mind, do you Joel?”

You’re surprised at how relaxed he is. You've forgotten that he's actually a pleasant person, capable of engaging in a conversation. It's not that you ever thought of him as unpleasant, but he just never seemed to be that way with you. His booming laughter rattles through the air, and the familiar lines of his face that you've come to admire smooth out in the presence of Olivia. You can't help but admire the power she holds - the power to make anyone feel at home, as if the world is nothing but a playground for them to enjoy. The only time you've seen Joel act differently was during the moment you shared on the porch, a moment that has never been repeated.

You realize you never really saw him after that.

“I don’t mind at all, darlin’,” he tuts, throwing an arm over the back of the booth. The heat his arm radiates makes you straighten, little needles prick into your skin. “Why didn’t you tell us you wanted to go out?”

It takes you a second to notice the question is directed at you. You lick your lips before meeting his gaze to answer.

“I don’t know actually. I guess I never thought about it. Besides, you two are busy.”

You don’t expect to see his eyes soften, you shiver at the feeling of the tips of his fingers brushing alongside the back of your neck, “We would’ve made time.”

“We should all do something together one day,” Olivia chimes in. “Like we should have a dinner party or something. Anyway—” she suddenly slaps her hands over the table and pushes herself up from the comfort of the booth. “Need to use the little ladies' room. BRB.”

You watch helplessly as Olivia leaves, the air around you two grow uncomfortable, like cold air filing a hot room from a window crack. Joel’s fingers are still moving over your skin, a feather-light touch. A soft sigh parts your lips and you close your eyes.

You don’t know what to think.

“Seems like you’re in good company.” he hums, tilting the beer bottle to his lips.

You’re disoriented by the remark, you assumed he felt the awkward energy too, but maybe it’s just you making up things that just aren’t true.

“She’s the best,” you answer as you force your body language to relax. You lean into the back of the booth, allowing his palm to loosely cup the back of your neck. “I think she likes you, which is good. I want her to like you.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” you finally turn to him, his dark gaze bores into yours, a soft expression of surprise painted over his face. “I mean, who doesn’t want their friends to get along? That’s pretty much a universal want, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“So why are you here? Your schedule is so packed that I’m surprised you give yourself the time to breathe.”

“Tommy complains a lot about it, huh?”

You grin behind your glass, cold condescension smooths over your lips. A chill settles at the base of your spine. “Maybe.”

There’s an awkward pause after that, you can’t quite place why. He takes two long sips from his beer as if waiting for the ground to swallow him. He only speaks when you start to shift in your seat, not really knowing what else to do.

“He set me up on a blind date,” he blurts out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That’s why I’m here,”

“Tommy…set you up with someone?”

“Well him and Isaac,” he swallows. “Is that bad?”

You turn to him, eyes widening momentarily, your heart sinks into your stomach, “No, of course not. Why would that be bad?”

Joel starts to peel the sticker of the beer bottle with his nail, a hum echoing from the back of his throat. A chuckle drops from your lips.

“I think it might be good, yeah? To have some fun, to meet someone? Tommy and this Isaac might be on to something,”

“Yeah, I guess…” he clears his throat. “It’s been so long, I don’t think I’m any good at flirtin’”

“You’ll do just fine, Miller. You’re quite charming when you want to be.”

You playfully slap him on the back—which in hindsight probably didn’t look as playful as you thought in your head. He stiffens at the gesture, and you quickly pull back your hand, wrapping your fingers around your glass.

You don’t expect him to stare at you, which forces your gaze back to him.

“You think I’m charmin’?”

His question lingers in the air when you notice a woman walking in. She’s mesmerizing, your eyes following her like a moth to a flame. It’s downright impossible for your to tear your gaze away from where they had fallen. Her dark skin glows under the bar light, and her wild, curly hair frames her sharp, angular face. A nose ring glints in the light, catching your eye. You can't help but notice that she's incredibly tall, even taller than Joel and Tommy. With pinched brows, she looks around frantically. Joel’s gaze is still glued to you and your cheeks heat up.

“I think your date arrived,” you murmur and he finally follows your gaze. “She seems nice. And for the record, I don’t think you need to worry about the flirting part,”

Joel swallows his body somewhere in between getting up and wanting to continue to sit. You finally nudge him in the shoulder, giving him the last incentive to get up and go before she leaves.

“Go,” you smile. “I’ll see you later.”

He leans in and your heart stops beating—the moment is a pocket in time, a memory you’ll always remember until your bones mix with the earth. His lips touch your cheek, warm, slightly wet from the beer. Your lips part with a gasp, mustache tickling your skin. There’s a brief moment where he pulls away and holds your gaze, only an inch away from your lips, his gaze drops to them momentarily.

“See you later, neighbor.”

Joel was against it, simple as that.

But when Tommy and Isaac basically cornered him, saying that he needed to relax and let out some steam—whatever the hell that meant—he didn’t really find it in him to say no. He did need a distraction. From you, mainly, but that was beside the point. He felt tense, his knees ached, and a night out didn’t seem too bad when he put two and two together.

So he begrudgingly accepted to go out. And rolled his eyes when Tommy and Isaac high-fived each other.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be there. With his luck, he shouldn’t have even been surprised, of course you would be there, life loved making a mockery of him.

You were with a friend—Olivia, he recalled from Tommy’s stories—and opted to just nod as a greeting. That was what normal people did right? Just briefly greet each other and move on.

A minute later he found himself sitting next to you and officially meeting Olivia. He was sweating through his damn leather jacket.

When Olivia left to use the restroom, you asked him why he was there. He didn’t want to answer. In fact, he didn’t even want to go on the date anymore. He wanted to stay with you, spend the night drinking and laughing.

At that point in time he didn’t care that he was placing himself between a rock and a hard place. He just wanted to spend more time with you, get to know you. Because frankly, he didn’t know much.

It was mostly his fault, he distanced himself. But he had to when Tommy’s pupils were forming literal hearts whenever he talked about you. Joel could see it. He wasn’t stupid.

He had to go on the date. No matter how warm your skin felt under his fingers tips, he had to. For his young brother’s sake, he couldn’t allow himself to succumb to whatever he was feeling. It wasn’t right.

The kiss had happened unexpectedly. You looked so soft under the dim lights, so kind, he couldn’t help it. He saw disappointment lingering in your eyes. It made him fear something he never allowed himself to think about. A kiss to the cheek among friends, it was normal, it was nothing.

He was only imagining the way you gasped when his lips touched your cheek.

But if that’s the case, why is he still thinking about it?

Asha has her arm wrapped around his, the leather jacket he heard so much shit about draped over her rounded shoulders. Her sharp rings dig into his arm, a welcomed sting to pull him away from his thoughts. She’s a nice person, a bit stubborn, independent. He learned that she was a journalist, and loved her job, but it meant that it was hard to find good dates. And one day as she was browsing through the hardware store she bumped into Tommy, they became fast friends.

Honestly, he can’t even blame Tommy for wanting to set him up with Asha. By all means, she’s a great woman.

“You didn’t have to walk me home by the way,” she says with a charming grin. “But I do appreciate it.”

Her steps slow and Joel mirrors the speed. Asha squeezes his biceps before pointing towards her home, “This is me,” she wets her lips, and he noticed her shoulders going stiff. “Would you like to come in? I can show you my vintage turntable?”

Joel finds himself nodding, allowing him to get dragged by the hand into her home. The first thing he smells is wood, a familiar scent that makes him feel at home. It smells fresh. And when he looks around he can see why; the living room is littered with wooden furniture, some of which looked handmade rather than store-bought—which impresses him almost immediately. There are multiple large green-leafed plants, a couple he recognizes because Sarah would point at them whenever they visited Ikea, asking for one. He often said no.

There’s a divan pushed against the wall, soft looking pillows thrown haphazardly on top. Asha reaches for the light, a soft yellow brightening up the interior.

“Sorry for the mess,” she says, though she sounds unbothered. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Do you have beer?”

She smiles, “I have beer.”

Apparently, the turntable was in her bedroom.

Neither of them spends much time talking about it—not that there is much to talk about a turntable. It’s nice, it looks cool, and that’s pretty much all Joel’s vocabulary and come up with. Asha scans her collection of vinyl records until her gaze rests on Nina Simone's "I Put a Spell on You." She grasps the record and slides it out of its sleeve, placing it gently on the platter.

The plaque glints in the dim light of the room, casting an ethereal glow that seems to complement the sultry, bewitching notes of the song now filling the air. Asha closes her eyes and lets the music wash over her, feeling the haunting vocals of Nina Simone wrap around her like a warm embrace. Joel watches with amazement as she starts to sway with the music. She takes his hand and guides him into a slow dance.

Looking up, Joel’s eyes linger on her glossy lips. She smiles fondly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. His hands feeling too sweaty for comfort, Joel grabs her hips, squeezing tenderly as the dance leads them to the bed. They strip each other slowly, eager kisses being traded in between. Her lips find his collarbone, sucking a bruise into his skin and dragging her tongue up his neck. A shudder rolls up his spine.

It’s been long since he’s been intimate with someone. Very long.

He feels a mixture of guilt and pleasure, he can’t stop thinking about the way you gasped when he kissed your cheek, but at the same time, Asha’s fingers around his cock are a beautiful sin. He needs to stay away from you anyway— and let Tommy navigate through the relationship how he sees fit.

Her strokes are fast and hard, eager. Joel lets out a groan before crashing their lips together, he licks into her mouth, swallowing her moans and thrusting into her palm. It’s a much different kiss from the dreams he had with his neighbor, dreams he didn’t allow himself to think about when awake.

She gasps when he buries himself into her, she’s tight, warm. His body melts into her, sloppy kisses pressed into the swell of her breasts. She answers him beautifully, a symphony of delicate moans, she doesn’t talk much, in fact, she doesn’t speak at all, not even when Joel asks if it feels good—she only moans and whimpers.

Asha wraps her legs tightly around him, pushing him as he thrust forward. He moves faster, his strokes deeper. Her back arched beautifully, her nails digging into the slope of his shoulders. Beads of sweat gather at his tailbone. His built-up tension from the past years bleeds into her, all his frustrations, anger, all of it pushes him to move his hips faster—harder.

The skin above his stomach grows taut, Asha quivers underneath him, legs trembling against his back. She squeezes him dry, cunt pulsing around his dripping cock and holding him there. Joel grunts into her skin, his teeth sinks into her spasming flesh.

Only then she whispers the first she’s spoken since they stumbled into the bed, “Come on my face,” she breathes heavily.

He’s never been asked that before, it lights something inside of him, something primitive and animalistic. With his cock in his hand, he straddles her chest, stroking himself until he stains those soft lips and pretty face with his spend. He squeezes his eyes shut, nostrils flaring as he stifles the pleasure that rakes painfully across his back.

When Joel opens his eyes, it feels like someone has poured cold water on him, all he sees is you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x y/n #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x f!reader #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #the las of us #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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midnightsunfavs · 1 year

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Headers The Last Of Us (aesthetic)

#headers #the las of us #the last of us headers #the last of us aesthetic #header random #the last of us hbo #outros

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Flawless | Ellie Williams

Modern!Ellie x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's prom night, probably the last night you and ellie have together before college, and well, no one invited you, but it did not matter, because you had your best friend.

Warnings: None! Just Ellie being such a simp. Let me know if there's any! <333

A/n: Hello everyone! It's not my first time writing but it's my first time writing something for tumblr and I'm very nervous, also english is not my first language so please be nice to me, I hope you enjoy. And my requests are open so if you have any please send one ! <333

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Your green dress slides down your body, a silly music playing on tv. You anxiously checked your phone for the sixth time since you started getting ready, what if Ellie gave up the idea of going as friends? She haven't texted you since yesterday. You weren't sad because no one asked you, actually you were happy as hell for spending more time with Ellie, the girl you knew since kindergarten. And you were fucked.

You liked Ellie, you couldn't deny it not even if you wanted, and she didn't felt the same way, obviously, and it broke your heart in a thousand pieces. The green-eyed girl had you head over heels, and she would never know about that

Ellie was a handsome girl, of course she was, then why did no one asked her to prom? And you heard rumors that she declined every boy and girl who approached her with the intention of asking her out. But why? Was she waiting for a special someone? Who? Even thinking about it made you want to throw up.

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When you were finishing your makeup, you heard a knock on the door, you ran downstairs with shaking hands, your whole body was covered with anxiety. And when you opened the door, it was like an angel opening the gates of heaven to Ellie. She got drunk on your ur sweet fragrance and almost blacked out.

"Hey, young lady, are you ready to party all night?." She asked with a giant smirk on her lips.

"Of course I am!" You answered. "So, what do you think? Do I look pretty?" You could swear you saw her eyes sparkling while she scanned your whole body.

"You look gorgeous, absolutely flawless." You felt your cheeks burning and your smile only got bigger. "Thanks, el, you look amazing too." You looked at her black suit, you wanted to say she looked hot, but the idea of saying something like that to your best friend who you secretly loved made your legs tremble.

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The prom was... noisy, not to say worst, you didn't really enjoyed these kinda stuff, but you wanted to have happy memories with Ellie so bad. It will be hard to stay friends the same way as it was before you two head to college. You won't talk to each other everyday and won't be face to face either. You wanted Ellie to miss you the same way you were going to miss her. Keeping this secret was painful, agonizing, and so fucking hard.

The mirrorball lightened the dark room as both of you entered. There was loud music and a lot of students, literally a nightmare. Ellie smiled at you: "Hey, do you wanna dance with me?" She held your hand softly, secretly hoping for you to jump in her arms and fill her face with sweet kisses.

"Sure." You said, dragging Ellie by the hand to an empty spott. The song was fast and heated, but it didn't last that long, and a slow and beautiful song started. You looked at Ellie as if you were asking her if she wanted to dance that one with you too, and she immediately took you in her arms, hands in your waist and a huge smile in her lips.

She practically melted in your touch when you wrapped your arms around her neck, and you two started moving to the song, the darkness of the room made you able to only see her emerald eyes staring at you like you were a rare jewel, and for a moment you could swear she loved you like you loved her.

"Y/N?" She whispered after a quick second in silence.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"Why don't you talk to me about college? I mean, you talk about it with all of our friends, you make plans, but, with me you avoid until you can't."

Your heart skipped a beat, words burning in your throat.

"I- I don't think we should talk about this now."

"Then when we're going to talk about it? I'm leaving in a few days and I didn't had the opportunity of telling you the news-"

"Don't you understand how much it would hurt me to see you leave?"

Ellie was speechless for a moment. You seriously didn't knew?

"What do you mean? I would be sad if you left first to!"

"Not the same way I will, Ellie."

"Why? What's the difference between us?"

"I'm in love with you." You said in a whisper and Ellie almost thought she heard it wrong.

"You what?"

"I wasn't planning to tell you this, I thought I could get over you with some time but it's been almost five years and I don't know what to do. And now we're going to different places and I can't stand the idea of being away from you."

FIVE YEARS? FIVE FUCKING YEARS?

"Last week, I got transferred, Y/N, we are going to the same college."

"W-What? Are you serious? Why?"

"Because I can't stand the idea of being way from you too."

Is she saying what you think she's saying?

"In what way?"

"I have loved you for years too, silly."

You couldn't help but smile at her words, Ellie loved you?

"I can't see your face very well right now. but I know you're smirking." You said, she laughed.

"Of course I am, you know me too well."

Ellie was quiet for a second and you knew she was thinking about something, until you saw her leaning.

She kissed you. And you never felt happier, because the girl you loved was pressing her lips on yours, and everything stopped.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #the las of us #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #alternate universe #requests are open

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The Last of Us Part II by eclipsedfantasy

#eclipsedfantasy #the last of us 2 #the las of us #the last of us part II #video games #video game #ellie williams #dina #abby #Abby Anderson #aesthestic #landscape #scenarios #seattle #post apocalyptic

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finpews · 1 year

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ellie!

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i love drawing her sm :33

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frankiepie · 1 year

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I'm not crying you're crying

#tlou #tlou spoilers #tlou shitpost #the las of us #tlou series #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie #joel #ellie williams

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invisiblue · 1 year

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Still thinking about that kiss, the gentleness of it all. The way the infected noticed that Tess was one of them. No rush, no anger. "Here, come. You're one of us, don't be afraid". She was connected to them already. It's a new ecossytem that is growing and seeking survival, combining both fungus and humans qualities somehow. I'm really excited to see what else they are going to do with the infected.

#tlou hbo #the las of us #the last of us hbo #tess tlou #tlou #tlou hbo spoilers #anna torv #tess servopoulos

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thirtysevenodddogs · 3 days

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TEENAGE DREAM

Chapter 3 - Hands on a Hot Body

Pairings: Main-Joel Miller x Ofc/Reader/You (reader has a name)

Secondary- Joel x Tess / Mentioned- Ellie x Riley, Tommy x Maria

There is slight non-con in this chapter.

Word Count: 3.3K

AU-No Cordyceps Outbreak/Sarah is alive

BFD!Joel Miller

Joel Miller is having an affair with his daughters’ best friend.

Cover image by @beskarandblasters

Banners and dividers by @saradika-graphics

Breakfast is awkward and tense. The mood’s turned somber as you all walk back into the house, your morning swim cut short. Joel, Mr.Miller, you remind yourself, is nowhere to be found, and Tommy tries, but every joke, smirk, and flirty suggestion fails to make any of you giggle like they’ve done in the past.

You all just eat in silence.

Abby leaves first; she's always been jumpy around the Miller men, and all through breakfast, it’s clear that she’s the most uncomfortable. She eats, grabs her things, and says a quick goodbye before all but running out the front door.

Ellie and Riley are next, hand in hand. You can hear part of their conversation as they disappear up the stairs, Ellie mumbling under her breath about how her dad's just a drama queen, and no, it's not something any of you did. "I... don't know what's gotten into him; he's just been weird", you hear her say. You watch them go and grab your empty plate to take it to the sink and start making your goodbyes.

You hug Sarah and tell her how much fun you had and how much you love her—and you do, Ellie, too. They're the closest thing to sisters that you have. Sometimes, it surprises you that you have grown so close in just three years. She breaks the hug first and gives you a small smile, saying she'll see you at school on Monday.

All your things, your backpack, and your T-shirt are outside on the deck, and you kind of wish you'd taken a shower, but the party is well and truly over, and you just want to get out of there. At least the swimsuit you're wearing under your shorts is dry and not the same one you slept in yesterday. You sigh and gather your belongings when you hear soft footsteps on the grass behind you.

Tommy walks up to you just as you’re picking up your towel and pushing your feet into your sandals. "I'm sorry", he starts, and you frown, confused at the sudden apology. "About what?" you ask, stuffing the towel into your bag along with your shirt, deciding your bikini top covers up enough skin. You don't feel like facing him after last night, so keep your back to him.

"What I said yesterday”, he goes on. He reaches out to you, a large, rough palm raising goosebumps on the back of your shoulder. “It's not because I wouldn't, you know... want you to do that". With a gentle nudge of his hand, you finally turn. He looks sheepish, a soft blush high on his cheeks. He takes his hand off of you and brings it up to push his hair back. He sighs. “You’re a beautiful girl. You’ll make a boy real lucky one day”, he smiles at you then. You nod and bite your lip, looking back towards the house for a second, where Sarah's still sitting at the table typing away at her phone. You take a deep breath, look back at Tommy and his beautiful face, and smile back. "It's ok, I don't even know why I asked anyway. You're a good guy... babe". You chuckle, using his little pet name to break the tension, and watch as the corners of his eyes crinkle up when he laughs.

They really are two of a kind, those Miller brothers.

You lean forward and gently push up on your toes, pressing a soft kiss against his freckled cheek. "See you around," you tell him, walking towards the side gate.

Neither of you notice him watching.

It's a risk, a HUGE, fucking risk.

His girls are in the house, and Tommy's barely made it back inside, but you're walking towards him and he can't fucking stop himself. You gasp and struggle a little as he wraps his hand around your arm and pulls, your body's against his all of a sudden, and your eyes are big and wide and a little scared as he pushes you up into the wall of the little path in-between his garage and the house next door.

"Mr.Mill..." you start, but his voice cuts you off, a low and deep growl. "Would you have fucked him?" his hand on your arm tightens up, and all of his weight is on you, pushing into you. He can tell that you're not scared now that you know it’s him. You still try to push him back, but it's like his body has a mind of its own; he can't shake the image of you with his baby brother, and he needs to know.

He twists your arm a little, careful not to hurt you, and pushes it up against the wall right beside your head. He holds you there, leaning his body harder into yours, lifting you onto your tip toes, his leg right between your thighs, your barely covered breasts pressed against his chest. "If it had been Tommy here that night, would you have fucked him?!" He speaks through clenched teeth. Your eyes are fixed on his neck, and he knows what it looks like, corded muscle.

Your breathing is labored, your heart pumping full of adrenaline, your pulse so fast he can feel it going crazy, and you finally speak, locking those pretty eyes right on his "Joel..." A small breath, a whimper, and that's it. It’s all he needed to hear, his name falling from your lips.

You try to pull the hand he's still holding against the wall free, but he can't let you go. He uses the hand that’s not holding you to pop the button on your shorts open "Wha... What are you doing?" you turn your head to look at the backyard wide-eyed, but you're not struggling anymore, and right now, he couldn't fucking care less if anyone walked out.

You're his, right here.

Joel brings his hand up to his mouth and licks his fingers, quick and dirty, shoving it roughly down your tight little pants, under that white bikini, and right between your legs where he can feel you're already damp.

"Fuck.. Joel". You pant, and he knows he has you.

He tilts his head down, pushing his forehead against yours, and whispers, "Tell me to stop", he almost begs. He doesn’t want to, but he will if you say so. "Tell me to stop, baby", he groans. Two fingers inside you now "Tell me you don't want me, and I'll just walk away", you're so fucking hot and wet and tight around him. He inhales, his nose pressed against your hair, and he pushes a third finger in now. “Tell me you don’t like it”.

You gasp again, your breath caught in your throat, and there's a slight frown on your face, almost like it hurt a little when he breached you, and maybe it was a little cruel. Still, all he can think is how you're going to feel him in there for some time, and his cock twitches against your thigh, pleased at the idea of that "Joel...", you moan, quiet and low, your hips moving slow. Your legs fall open to accommodate him. "I want you... please... Joel" you groan. Your free hand is fisting the back of his shirt now, blunt nails digging into his neck, and you lift a leg, trying to wrap it around him as best as you can. Your mouth crashes against his, all teeth and WANT, and he has to be quick, his hand pumping into you faster.

"Come on, baby girl", he moans against your mouth before licking back into it.

It's desperate. Fast, hard, and FILTHY. And he wishes he could just rip your shorts and panties down and fuck you against the side of his house, but he settles for making you soak his hand while you bite his lip and pull at his hair and arch your back so FUCKING pretty. Your perfect body going taunt against him.

Later, when he's alone in his room, pumping away into a tight fist, he'll think about you walking away afterward, stumbling a little on shaky legs as you fix your clothes and get into your car. He’ll think about the little thrill he felt walking back into his house and slapping the back of his baby brother's shoulder with his fingers still wet, covered in you.

He doesn't think about Tess once, and as he spills over his own hand and into a tissue, all he can think about is figuring out how to get back inside your hot, tight little body.

Maybe the first time you can call an accident, and the second time you can wash your hands off it, too—that was all Joel and out of the blue, but the third? The third time, you go looking for it.

It's Monday, and you're sitting through a boring chem lab when you lean back against your seat and hiss softly at the burn of your shirt, rubbing against the scrapes that are still there, still fresh. It's only been a day since Joel pushed you up against the side of his house and fingered you silly, and suddenly you decide, maybe you should answer that question he asked.

You think up a story fast. She knows your car’s at the shop, and it’s easy, almost harmless.

"Damn it!" You say, with a frown, looking down at your phone, and you turn to Sarah, who's been your lab partner since she and Ellie first arrived in school three years ago. "Hey, can I borrow your phone? Mine just died, and I just remembered I need to call my dad so he can pick me up today". You lie and show her the black screen of the device you’d just turned off.

She is so sweet and friendly, and you love her. You really, REALLY do. So you spare half a second to feel a little guilty for what you're about to do. She hands you her phone with an easy nod. "Sure", she says, a soft smile blooming on her face, and she unlocks it for you. You smile back and raise your hand to ask for a hall pass.

As soon as you're out of the classroom, you start scrolling through her contacts until you find it. DAD, all in caps with a tiny purple heart and a smiley face emoji beside it, because Sarah truly is so sweet. You turn your phone on and walk into the nearest bathroom, shoving a garbage can against the door to jam it shut. Even tho there's no one else in the hall, and you don't think anyone's gonna come inside, you do it anyway, just to be safe.

You type his number into your phone and bite your lip, smiling a little at yourself. You get a bit of a thrill at the dirty-wrong-bad warning that flashes through your head when you save his contact as 'Full Body Service'.

You call your dad on Sarah's phone in case she checks. You know she won't, but you don't want to risk getting caught in even the smallest lie, so you dial and let it ring and wait for his voicemail to pick up. You set the phone next to a sink and just let it record an empty message while you lean against a stall door, and you don't let yourself think before you send the text.

"I've touched myself thinking about you since I was 15. It wouldn't have happened with Tommy. It's always been you."

You put your phone away, a little nervous now that it's done. You don't know if Joel will reply, and you don't even know why he asked in the first place, but the memory of the way he had grabbed at you and his fingers, rough and relentless inside of you, is still fresh on your mind, and you want more, you want HIM.

You give yourself a few minutes before returning to class, and you smile at Sarah when you hand her phone back.

You take the bus home.

Joel's standing inside the tiny mobile office his newest job site put him in. He's pouring over receipts and matching figures to dates and order numbers. "That Mother fucker!" he groans under his breath.

He hears his phone chirping at him, but he ignores it. He can already feel a headache forming in the back of his head because the vendor fucked up their order again. It's too late to get a subcontractor to fix it, so now he has to do it himself and hopefully save himself the grief of putting the entire project back at least one day, which means losing money that he didn't even want to split with the idiot he had to hire to handle the orders in the first place.

He gets on the radio and tells Tommy to keep an eye on things while he runs an errand. He grabs all the receipts, the original order sheet, his phone, and the keys to his truck. He's so fucking furious he can barely see straight. It’s already the third time this month alone that this particular vendor has left them hanging; sadly, he's just overseeing the project management. These are the people the architect had told him the client wanted him to use. In his very humble opinion, they are all a bunch of fucking imbeciles, too IVY league educated and too rich to actually understand the nitty gritty part of dealing in construction.

He's on the road and back in the city in under 45 minutes, but he's still too late. He sighs and brings his hand up to rub at his eyes. What was just a dull throbbing an hour ago is now a full-blown headache. He parks in front of the enormous metal shutter that indicates the vendor's closed for the day and takes his phone out of his pocket with the full intention of calling his brother and telling him to shut it all down until tomorrow when he sees it, a little green bubble one new message.

He unlocks his phone and clicks on it. "Jesus Christ", he sits up straight and licks at his lips, looking around almost to make sure there's no one else in the truck with him, and he wonders if it would be such a bad thing. He looks down at his watch 3:30... "Fuck it" he deserves something nice, and you are sooo fucking nice.

He dials.

"Mr.Miller?" Your voice is like a fucking balm.

"Where are you right now?" He says, already getting the truck in gear and pulling away from the sidewalk. He's decided.

"Shit..." You curse and rip off the top you'd just put on.

You never expected him to call. Hell, you didn't even expect him to reply, but now he's coming over, and you're supposed to be waiting outside. Everything you own looks stupid on you, and you kind of wish you'd bothered to pay attention to trends and what was hot.

What are you supposed to wear if you want to look hot for your best friend's dad, anyway?

You settle on a little floral dress. It's comfortable and tight enough around your chest that it gives you an excuse not to wear a bra. Joel likes your breasts... you think. You tie your hair up in a ponytail and frown a little as you look at yourself in the mirror. You try to remember that he already slept with you while you were crying and soaking wet; there's literally no way that you could look as bad as you did that day, even if you tried.

Five minutes later, you're standing on the curb, and he's pulling up his truck, leaning over, and pushing the passenger door open. "Get in!" he says, driving off as soon as the door is closed again. You don't even have time to say hello when he starts talking. "There's gonna be rules," he tells you, looking straight at the road. He takes a turn to drive out of your street, and he hasn't even looked at you, not even a glance. It makes your tummy turn.

"Rule #1: We're not taking any chances”, he says. He takes a paper bag out of his glove compartment and drops it on your lap. You open it and read the labels on the two boxes inside, one black 'LyfeStyles SKIN Large' and one white 'ellaOne emergency contraception'.

You look at him then, confused. He'd already been inside you bare, and he didn't seem to care back then. "But... Joel..." he cuts you off, shaking his head. "No buts". He looks both ways before he takes another turn, and you realize he's driving out of town. "What we did the first time was reckless". He stops at a red light, looks at you (finally), and does a double take and everything.

And you feel a little better now, less unsure, with his eyes raking over your body. You can FEEL how much he wants you. He licks his bottom lip. "Goddamn! You're hot", he almost growls, pulling his hand off the gear shift and cupping the back of your head. "Come here". He brings your lips to his and takes your mouth in a deep kiss. You moan, letting your hand fall to his thigh, whining a little when there's a loud honk behind you, and he pulls away.

He chuckles, "Don't pout, baby", and starts driving again. He lets his hand fall from the back of your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you close. "I'll take you to a doctor, ok?" He kisses the side of your head, never taking his eyes off the road. "You can choose any method you want. I'll pay for it, but this is it for now. Pill or condoms, baby girl, your choice".

"Ok", you say softly, letting your head fall against his shoulder. You look back down at your lap, and it's an easy choice to make.

You leave the little black box in the bag and take the other one. You tilt your head a little and nuzzle at his jaw. "I liked it", you whisper in his ear. "When you came inside".

Joel practically creams his pants when you say that. He's been hard since he called you, even more so after finally taking a look at you sitting inside his truck in that tiny dress, your gorgeous perky tits practically spilling out. FUCK! Your body is the kind of thing that wet dreams are made of. He tightens his arm around you, and his day is already getting so much better.

He drives for about ten more minutes, just to the edge of town and into the parking lot of a tiny hotel near Barton Creek, just far enough that no one will know either of you. He shuts the engine off.

"Do you want this?" And he really should have asked you much sooner, but as he looks at you at that moment, you don't look unsure at all. You nod and take his face into your hands, "I want this, Joel", you whisper and suck his lip into your mouth. And god, the way you kiss is so fucking sweet.

"Come on," he says after you break apart. He gets out of the truck and runs around the front to your side. He helps you out and takes your hand in his.

"Wait!" he stops at the sound of your voice. "What's rule number 2?" you ask, and you are genuinely curious. Joel laughs because he didn't quite plan this as well as he was letting on, but… he knows.

He pulls you close and looks down into your big brown eyes. He kisses you softly. "Never", another kiss, "EVER" his hands slide down from your shoulder to your back to your ass, and he squeezes you tight "Ask my baby brother if you can suck his cock". He growls, slapping a hand so hard against your butt he makes you squeak.

It is 4 in the afternoon, and the sun is shining bright.

And Joel Miller is having an affair.

#Mia's fic #Teenage Dream #The Las Of Us #The Last of Us Fanfiction #Joel Miller #Joel Miller Fic #Joel Miller Smut #Joel Miller x Reader #Joel Miller x You #Joel Miller x Ofc #Best Friend's Dad #18+

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