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Pastry

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"Oscar Pastry!" She sang as she skipped towards the McLaren garage.

The Australian in question glared at her, but it was a good thing his glare made him look like an angry puppy.

"That's not my name," he said as she came closer.

Y/N thought for a minute. "No, no. I think it is," she answered and looked around the garage for his teammate. "Lando! This is Oscar Pastry, right?"

"Definitely Oscar Pastry!" Lando shouted back.

"That's settles it then, Oscar Pastry."

Oscar may have been glaring, but he skill kissed her. "Wish me luck today," he said, placing his hands on her hips while Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Good luck, Pastry," she whispered and placed her head against his chest.

Oscar kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms more securely around her.

Pastry, because that was what Y/N thought his name was when they'd first met. She'd soon learnt it was Piastri, but by then it was too late and the name had stuck. Even before they were dating, she still called him Oscar Pastry.

It was his name in her phone when they were innocently flirting over text. When the flirting was no longer innocent, his name was still Oscar Pastry.

When Oscar had asked Y/N to be his, she'd answered with "Of course, Oscar Pastry."

Now, a year on from that everything was different. Oscar was no longer in F2 and a lot more of his life was in the limelight. But he was still Y/Ns Oscar Pastry.

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2023 was Oscars rookie season. But he was amazing. Y/N always came away from each race filled with pride. Oscar could have DNFed or finished each race last and she still would have been filled with pride.

"Pastry!" Y/N shouted as he got out of the car. He wasted no time in taking her into his arms and spinning her around. His helmet was still on his head, so Y/N had no choice but to kiss it, to kiss where his mouth should have been.

He let her go, pulled off his helmet and gave her a real kiss. One that had the lads in the McLaren garage clapping their hands and turning away to give them a little bit of privacy.

After that Oscar was off to do what he needed to do after the race. Y/N waited for him in his driver's room. She played on her phone, scrolling through social media to see pictures of the race already up on her Instagram.

The Oscar fans were her favourite. There were some familiar faces on her feed, fans that had been there since his F2 days and had moved up into F1 with them.

There were several pictures of Oscars McLaren driving around the track. There were quick videos of him overtaking other drivers and pictures of his jumping out of his car.

And then Y/N got to the F1 news sites. Ever since Oscars F1 debut, the news sites run by the male F1 fans had been overly critical of her specifically. So, Y/N tended to avoid them. She stuck to the accounts that loved her and Oscar together, the accounts that didn't tear her down just because she was with Oscar.

The wag accounts had posted updates from the race, the most recent of which being the picture of her kissing Oscars helmet. And then it was the pictures of her actually kissing Oscar. Him all sweaty and disheveled from the race, her radiating pure joy.

***

Y/N couldn't go to every race. As much as she tried, she couldn't make it to every single one. She had work and school to attend.

So, when she couldn't make it to a race, Oscar was very understanding. They called and texted as much as they possibly could. Even if she had to watch the race through her tv screen, she still watched the race.

Studying and working was a tiring business. Sunday evening, after the race, Y/N was exhausted. With preparing to write her thesis, she only managed to half watch the race. It was mainly her listening out for Oscars name and number as she typed away at her laptop.

Oscar was due home that night. To the some they shared.

Y/N tried her very best to stay awake as she waited for him, she really did. Maybe her first mistake was climbing into bed. Maybe her first mistake was getting under the blankets and letting the warmth cocoon her.

The same thing probably would have happened if she had stayed sitting on the couch. At least in her bed she was comfortable and unlikely to hurt her back like she would on the couch.

When Oscar got in, the lights and the television were still on. It was kind of worrying, actually, seeing all the lights on and no sign of his girlfriend. "Y/N?" He called, looking around into their kitchen. "Y/N?"

Oscar went around, checking every single room. And then he got to their bedroom.

Slowly, Oscar pushed open the door. It didn't stop the door from squeaking as he opened it. He put his head around the door and looked in.

There she was, sleeping peacefully in their bed. In way of pyjamas she had on an orange McLaren hoodie.

Oscar tried his best to be quiet. He tried to move around the room silently, tried to be light-footed, but he wasn't doing a very good job. Every time the floorboards creaked under his feet, he turned back to his girlfriend, to make sure she was still asleep.

As Oscar got dressed, Y/N stirred. She rolled towards him, her eyes fluttering open. "Pastry?" She called, her voice croaking.

Suddenly she was sat up, rolling out of bed and stumbling towards him. "Oh my god, Pastry. You're back," she said and wrapped her arms around him.

Oscar had to hold her steady as they hugged. "I missed you too, baby," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. He walked her back over to the bed and sat her down.

"Love you, Oscar Pastry," she whispered and promptly went back to sleep, wrapped in his embrace.

***

"This is paradise," said Y/N as she stretched out on her sun lounger. The sun was shining, palm trees providing the only shade for miles.

The pool in front of her was crystal clear. In said pool was her boyfriend, swimming from one side to the other with an inflatable dolphin. Y/N watched him through her sunglasses, a McLaren hat on her head.

Summer break was something Y/N took very seriously. Her studies were finally done and Oscar was finally on summer break from the season.

Of course, Oscar had to take his girl on holiday. They flew to the Caribbean, to a private villa they'd rented for the next week and a half. From there it was sun, sand, blue skies and crystal clear water.

Getting out of the pool, Oscar threw himself down onto the sunbed beside Y/N. "Happy?" He asked, reaching out and placing his hand on her knee.

His fingers were cold, but it was welcome under the Caribbean sun. Y/N placed her hand on top of his and nodded her head. "This is amazing, Oscar Pastry," she said, turning towards him.

Oscar had this way of smiling. It made Y/N's heart beat fast and the blood rush to her cheeks. "I love you," she said, reaching up to push her fingers through his hair. "My Oscar Pastry."

"Your Oscar Pastry."

The trip was commemorated with a post on Y/N's Instagram.

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lottieurl · 1 year

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if they were teens in the late 2000s shauna would catfish jackie on a dating site during one of jackiejeff break ups and she would have no idea why. like she'd create an account with stolen pics of some dude who Lives Out Of State and she'd flirt with jackie to make her break up with jeff permanently and she would Not be self aware about it

#i can see it so clearly in my head idk what to tell you #edit hi if you're here someone’s writing a fic inspired by this post and the link is in my pinned post if you wanna read it #yellowjackets blogging

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alexiapp · 4 months

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𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐜....𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐧𝐢

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You had strong feelings for Lucy and were always indecisive, maybe lucy didn’t like you…or maybe she 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

I’m back. I’ve been really busy and now i have the time to write one shots so drop request. I’m a little disappointed with how this came out but Enjoy !! x

You and Lucy formed a close bond, epically when she transferred to Barca.

You’ve, always admired her as a friend, player, and person.

She was always there for you, always there cheering you on.

Like her you were also there for her when she needed someone most, epically when England lost the Spain in the world cup, you were there to comfort her and give her words of reassurance.

She had a very flirty personality, that’s another thing that drawn you to her.

The confidence, determination, and her cheekiness just did it for you.

You walked in the locker room bag in hand. greeting everyone.

“Hi Ale” you said waving at her with a grin.

She said hi back which soon brought you two into a conversation.

Without realization Lucy had entered the locker room walking in with Ona.

The blonde in front of you stopped mid conversation, and raised her hand giving a wave to the pair that walked in.

With that action, you turned your head wondering who she was waving at.

When you spotted the two, your heart immediately sunk. You couldn’t fathom the hurt you felt. Most of the team noticed how close the two have been recently. The people online have been talking also. Speculating that the two were an item, and of course you noticed. You just never thought to find out if it were true or not. After seeing there interactions you came to your own conclusion that they were in fact dating

Everything hurt, the fact that if they were really dating why hadn’t the older woman tell you, and also your strong feelings you had for her. Lucy’s been spending more time with the Spaniard woman, she became more distance and cold. Therefore you assumed that she set boundaries due to priorities in their affair making you think that you were a problem.. You didn’t know that part for sure but deep down you didn’t want to know.

Tears welled in your eyes, you felt a familiar knot sensation in your throat. You cleared your throat sniffling a bit.

You turned to look at Alexia, as you caught her gaze already on you, studying your face and expressions.

Your captain knew you to well, the way you used to look and interact with Lucy, gave her all she needed to know. She knew you liked Lucy.

She brought her hand on your shoulder and spoke up “Do you want to talk about it ?” she said in a hushed tone.

“What is there to talk about Ale ? there’s nothing i can do anymore” you said in a hurt tone. You shrugged it off and walked away.

You sat down to put your boots on. You felt the presence of someone coming and siting down beside you.

The raven haired woman in-fact sitting beside you putting on her boots and tying them, with a cheeky smirk on her face looking at you.

“What ?” you said in a sharp tone, it might’ve came out as harsh “Hey are you alright ?” Lucy now said in a concerned tone catching the attitude you had. It wasn’t the usual version of yourself that she knew.

You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff “Yep, all good” you said in a condescending, tone keeping your response dry and brief.

When you finished up you walked out of the tunnel onto the field ready for practice.

Lucy was confused by your answers recently, she wondered why you were upset, she was worried she did something wrong.

She met Alexia’s gaze as she saw the interaction between the pair usually there’s a lot of talking between you and her, and a lot of flirting but there was barley a conversation between the two of you.

She gave her a half smiled and walked off following you.

You guys went through drills you ended up partnering up with Alexia. Usually you worked with Lucy but after the interaction in the locker room between the pair you’ve been giving her the cold shoulder all practice.

You didn’t think she noticed since she looked like she was having fun with Ona but in actually fact that was the opposite of what she was thinking..

You guys ended up having a scrimmage and you ended up being on the same team as Lucy.

When she helped you assist a goal, you didn’t bat an eye. The happy close pair was no more and some people took notice of the separation between you to.

This slowly started to irritate the raven haired woman. She was wondering why you were being so cold and distance and snappy.

Practice soon ended, you were adamant to get home and away from everything.

You got changed and rushed before anyone could approach you about your weird closed off behavior today, you weren’t in the right mind frame to explain yourself or be interrogated.

Fast forward to you being home sitting down eating ice cream watching tv, as you headed to the kitchen to wash your bowl you were interrupted by a knock.

With a confusion look on your face you opened the door.

You were met with Lucy’s face, “Um, can i help you ?” you said in a blunt tone.

“What’s up with you, why have you been ignoring me?!” Lucy said frantically barging in.

“ Listen Lucy, it’s late and i’m sure you have people to see-“ you were cut off when Lucy said “Is that what it is ?” Lucy said frantically, “Lucy seriously-“ you were quickly cut off by a pair of lips.

She kissed you ?! You were in shock. You pulled away immediately. “Luce what are you doing you have a girlfriend” you said in shock, shoving her away from you lightly . “What are you talking about ?”. she looked confusingly.

“Aren’t you and Ona dating?” you said raising an eyebrow.

“oh my god did you seriously think me and Ona were dating” Lucy said now chuckling lightly. I nodded my head in response. “Is that why you’ve been distance with me?” She said.

“I only wanted to respect your relationship, and you can’t blame me..from the outside looking in it looks like a relationship but i guess I was wrong” you said in embarrassment this had to be worse then receiving rejection from her.

The raven haired woman could tell you were embarrassed, she then walked up towards you and placed her hands on rose of your cheeks. She rubbed her thumb upon your features.

The older woman brought her lips onto yours. The kiss soon started to get more needy, and harsh.

Lucy, was kissing you like she was needy for more. She had one hand on your waist keeping you steady.

The kiss started to get more intense. She quickly pulls away and reaches for the bottom of your long shelve top. Pulling the top off. Her eyes roaming your body with an intense gaze she stoped at the sight of your cleavage.

The raven haired woman brings her lips to your neck sucking and biting harshly making you let out a quiet yelp.

You slowly tried pushing at Lucy’s chest in protest.

“L-lucy let’s go to the bedroom at least ” You said breathing heavily. Lucy had a smirk on her face. She quickly went up to you, grabbing you she let out a soft“jump” making you jumping wrapping your legs around her waist as she guided you to your room.

The older woman plopped you on your bed. she stood hovering over your laid down body with dilated pupils. 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 she’s so hot you thought. she slowly started crawling on top of you reaching eye level over your face.

She brought her lips to yours, and you brought your hands to fist the end of her shirt. Loud and wet kisses echoing throughout the room.

You bit the bottom of her lip pulling away. You let our a shaky breath “Lucy, take off your shirt” you said breathing in and out loudly. Lucy quickly pulled her shirt off abs and sports bra on display, making you bite your lip at the sight of the attractive woman. She let out a light chuckle. She brought your hand towards her strong abdomen making you touch it. She flexed her abdomen at the touch, throwing her head back in pleasure teasing you.

You let out a light whimper and said “Please lucy” you said breathing heavily due to arousal. “Please what? use your words like a big girl” She said in a stern tone. “Please make me feel good Luce” You said your eyes hooded in pleasure.

The hazel eyed woman nodded, she slowly kissed your neck harshly. She felt around your chest. She ripped your bra down the middle. “Lucy !” You said in shock, “It’s fine i’ll get you another one or something…” She mumbled off. To be fair it was a thin piece of fabric.

Before you could even said anything The brit found the one spot on your presser that drove you crazy. Making you moan loudly. Lucy slowly moved her kisses down to your breast popping one her mouth. Sucking on your nipple and biting a little and using her hand to rub your other nipple. Bringing a new found wave of euphoria.

You brought your hands to her hair scratching

her scalp with your fingernails, arching your back in pleasure. Lucy brought her hand to your stomach pushing it down to the bed looking up at you in disbelief.

“Fuck i’m going to make you feel soo good love” She said in a husky voice. She slowly got up from the bed pulling down her pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

You look down in shock being met with a strap-on. Did she plan this ? You thought to yourself. You had wide eyes still looking down.

Lucy brought her finger to your chin lifting your chin up to meet her eyes. “Get on your knees for me” She said in a hushed tone. You quickly listened.

The raven haired woman stood in front of you looking down at you. “Suck” she said briefly. “W-what?” you said with not so much confidence. “I said suck. Did I stutter” She said raising one eyebrow, You quickly shook your head and brought your mouth to the end of the silicone tip. You looked up at Lucy with doe eyes, you hallowed out your cheeks. Lucy threw her head back in “pleasure” She formed your hair into a ponytail pulling your head back.

You started sucking up and down letting out a light gag on her silicon shaft. The older woman bite her lip and grabbed your head forcing it down your throat, making your eyes roll to the back of your head making you gag hard.

Lucy pulled your head back and shushed your heavy breathing with her finger “shh, baby get on the bed for me you did so so good” she said in a soft tone.

You climbed on the bed laying on your back You chest bouncing. Lucy climbed back on the bed and brought her mouth close to your ear “I’m going to fuck you so hard, to prove your 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞“ she whispered.

She brought you into a deep kiss and slowly brought her tongue in your mouth. she pulled away and brought the tip in your entrance without warning making you whimper loudly. “O-oh my god luce” You said breathless moans.

She started moving slowly in and out letting you get used to the rhythm so she could speed up.

“oh my god, fuck me” You said moaning. The woman on top of you chuckling lightly shaking her head “Well it seems like i’m doing that already” she said in a teasing manner.

She then surprised you by picking up her pace pumping in and out making you moan loudly. Your eyes rolling at the back of your head. “Harder, faster” You said tiredly. the raven haired woman pumping with full force completely railing you.

The woman brought both of her hands to your bouncing chest squeezing them. You threw your head back, arching your back.

You felt a harsh grip on your throat. “Open your mouth” she said sternly. You opened it wide, The hazel eyed woman puckered her lips and spat on your mouth. “Now, shallow” She said sternly and harshly. Usually you would think something like that is the most disgusting thing in the world, but this was such a heated hot moment, you didn’t even care.

Lucy let out a quiet “good girl” and went back to pounding into you. she brought her finger to your clit rubbing lightly making you scream her name.

She kept pumping she felt so deep inside of you. Your mouth wide agape with your eyes constantly rolling at the back of your head.

She was fucking you so 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. You were lost for words.

Lucy brought her veiny hands to your stomach. “Do you feel that ? I’m so deep” she said letting out a sinister laugh.

Making you moan loudly encouraging her. She grabbed your ankles harshly grabbing each of your legs and putting it on her broad shoulders. making it more intense. Lucy hitting your g-spot continuously, a knot forming in your stomach. “I’m about to cum, please luce”. Lucy covered in a sheen of sweat puffing in and out.

She kept pounding and said a light “cum for me” a euphoric wave reached your body. You cummed so hard like you’ve never before. Liquid covering your sheets.

“Omg, did i just-“ “Yeah you did” the ravened hair woman cut you off and said laughing lightly with confidence on her face. She fucked you so good that you squirted, You’ve never experienced this. You let out heavy breathes bringing a hand to hold your forehead trying to calm yourself down. adjusting your eyes to the setting around you.

Lucy pulling the toy out of you carefully and unclipping from her hips and throwing it somewhere. She massaged your calf’s and brought your legs down onto the bed, falling beside you breathing hard. “That was hot” she said looking at you smiling.

You let out a giggle. The hazel eyed woman brought her hands to rub your face with her thumb. “I don’t want to be with anyone if it isn’t you” she said with honesty in her voice, a large smile coating your features.

This was like a dream, You’ve been in love with her since longest you’ve known her, these were the words you were waiting to hear. “I also want to be with you to, more than you know” You said biting your lip. The ravened haired woman smiled wide bringing your hand to her lips kissing your hand.

“Lucy i want to make you feel good to” You said looking into her eyes. “You don’t have to babe” she said in protest. “No i want to luce. I want to prove to you that your mine to” You said smirking at with lust with your eyes. “Do as you please love”. You quickly straddled her waist

You excited laughter filling the air. This is everything you wanted and more.

𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲.

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proxima-writes · 1 year

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Reader texts Joel naughty texts while over at Tommy's or reader is flirting with Tommy to make Joel jealous 🥵

Thank you for the ask!! I hope you enjoy 😘

jealous, jealous, jealous

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1930

summary:

You’re invited out to the bar with Tommy and Joel Miller.

Joel doesn’t take it well when you and Tommy flirt during a game of darts.

author’s note: i’m open to more requests! i love the challenge. if you enjoy this fic please consider leaving a comment or reblogging 💕💕

content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, jealous behavior, possessive behavior, sneaky tommy miller, kinda insecure joel miller, age difference (~10 years), semi public sex, p in v, fingering, bathroom activities, choking, alcohol consumption, thigh riding. let me know if any are missing!!

Tommy Miller calls you up on a Saturday night, asking you to come out to the local dive bar with him and his brother. It’s not the first time you’ve been out with the two men, and with no other plans, you find it hard to say no to the charming man.

Of the brothers, you met Tommy first. He’s a frequent customer of the coffee shop you work at part time as you go to school for your master’s degree and he often stops by before heading to a job site, picking up a large caramel latte for himself and a plain black coffee for his older brother.

He’s also a shameless flirt. You constantly found yourself leaning across the pick up counter to talk to the handsome man, his bright smile sweet and sexy all at once. He always gave you a wink when you handed over his drinks, fingers brushing yours and making your stomach erupt in butterflies.

When he asked for your number one morning, you thought maybe he’d been about to ask you out on a date. You were surprised when he said he wanted to introduce you to his older brother, Joel.

You met the older man at a bar a couple months ago. It was clear that Tommy got the social genes between the two, as Joel had spent most the night with his arms crossed over his broad chest, nursing a glass of whiskey and offering little to the conversation besides noises of acknowledgement. You learned plenty about Tommy, like how he had returned from the Army and joined Joel in the contracting business. He has a major sweet tooth and prefers horror movies.

The most you learned about Joel was that his drink of choice is whiskey and he has a daughter, Sarah, that both men adore. Tommy explains that he and Joel have these nights at the bar when Sarah’s at her best friend’s house for the night.

Despite the lack of conversation, you could feel Joel’s brown eyes burning a path across your body. When you would chance a look at the man, you always found him already looking back, lips tilted up in the smallest smirk as he took a sip from his glass.

It surprised you when he offered you a ride home that night after Tommy decided to stay out later. It surprised you even further when he offered to walk you up to your apartment door.

But what surprised you most was that he’d pulled you against him and kissed you so thoroughly you could feel it down to your very marrow.

You were disappointed to wake up alone in your bed, no trace of the man in your apartment. The next time you saw Tommy, you tried to subtly ask him about Joel. He gave you a knowing look.

It’s happened a few times since then. Tommy would invite you out, and Joel would be there when you arrived. You’d exchange few words but many heated looks and the night would end with Joel between your thighs and his name on your lips.

But every morning you’d wake up to a cold bed and radio silence from the older Miller.

“He’s a tough nut to crack, but I think you’d be good for him,” he says, taking a sip of his latte. “Leave it to me.”

You think back on that conversation now, as Tommy slips an arm around your waist and pulls you into his arms after landing another bullseye at the game of darts you’d been playing. You giggle as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re up, brother,” Tommy calls out. The older man takes another sip of his drink, his jaw clenching and eyes dark as he watches you both. “Darts ain’t gonna throw ‘emselves.”

Joel walks up to the target, yanking the darts from it with a little too much force. Tommy chuckles, leaning close to your ear to say, “He’s gettin’ so pissed.”

“Don’t know what for,” you reply. “Not like he wants anything to do with me. He made that abundantly clear.”

Tommy scoffs. “Right, and that’s why he’s asked me every day for a month how ‘my little friend from the coffee shop’ is doing.”

“What? Really?” You ask excitedly. “What did you tell him?”

“That you’re pinin’ like a little lady whose husband got drafted,” he says with a wicked laugh as you smack his chest. Joel’s narrowed gaze falls on you.

“You two goin’ to keep distractin’ me or what?” He snaps. Tommy holds up his hands in surrender, stepping back from you.

Joel throws his darts in quick succession, two of which land in the bullseye area and the third in an outer ring. He records his total on the chalkboard and pulls the darts free, stepping up to you, close enough that you can smell the hint of whiskey on his breath.

“Your turn,” he says.

With a nervous swallow, you take the darts. His hand folds around yours, pulling you closer. He leans in, lips grazing your ear as he whispers, “Cut this shit out, princess.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to reply, walking back over to his barstool beside Tommy. The younger Miller raises an eyebrow at you.

With shaky hands you aim and throw your first dart, the pointed tip landing squarely in the space marked 2. Your shoulders slump and Tommy laughs from the sidelines. He saunters up behind you, bottle of beer held loosely in his hand.

“Alright, darlin’, let me teach you a thing or two,” he says with a cocky grin. He presses up behind you, hips square with yours as he uses a hand to position your body to his liking.

There’s a sharp clang from the high top table Joel occupies. When you turn to look, the man has a tight grip on his now empty glass of whiskey. You can practically hear his teeth grinding together.

What’s that saying? If looks could kill? It was based on the ire in this man’s eyes.

“Alright, you ready for the grand finale?” Tommy whispers. He lifts your arm, helping you grip the dart before adjusting your aim. “Okay, let it fly.”

You toss the dart, the tip landing in the bullseye. You cheer, clapping your hands excitedly. A hand smacks against your ass and you look at Tommy with wide eyes. There’s a scrape of wood on dirty linoleum before a rough hand grips your bicep and tugs you forward. Tommy gives you a little salute as his brother hauls you off.

You’re shoved into the single person restroom, the door slamming shut behind you. Joel flicks the lock, the sound loud even through the muffled sounds of the bar outside the door.

Your back gets pressed to the door, the man crowding you into the wood, a leg pressing between yours and making you suck in a harsh gasp. He leans forward, capturing it with his lips in a rough kiss.

Joel’s tongue tangles with yours as his hands roam your body, exploring at his leisure as he turns your legs to jelly with his mouth. When he pulls back for a breath, he’s smirking.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doin’ out there, sweetheart?” He says, more of a statement than a question, as he wraps a hand around your throat. The possessive weight of it makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. “Honey, do you think I’m a fuckin’ idiot?”

“N-no,” you stutter. He chuckles, the sound deep and dark. He tilts your head back, pressing wet kisses to your jaw, trailing his lips to your ear.

“Do I need to remind you which Miller brother’s bed you’re desperate to be in at the end of the night?” He murmurs. That thigh between your legs presses higher, delicious pressure against your needy clit. You whine as the hand around your throat travels upward, his thumb tracing your lower lip. It slips into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around the thick digit, keeping your eyes trained on his face.

You don’t even notice that your hips are flexing against his strong thigh, grinding yourself over the thick muscle. Joel brings a hand to your hip, using it to urge your movements against him.

“That’s it, baby, that feel good? Usin’ my thigh like a desperate little slut?” He growls. You whine, tangling your fingers in the fabric of his flannel. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“N-need more,” you whisper, burying your face against his neck.

“You think you deserve more?”

“Please!”

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, voice a taunt as his fingers pop open the fly of your jeans, his hand slipping into your panties and immediately circling your clit with harsh movements. You press up on the tips of your toes, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation.

“You don’t even stay with me,” you snap back.

“That’s because you could do better than me,” he says, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across his features. “You don’t need a guy like me weighin’ you down, baby. But Christ, can’t keep myself away from a sweet little thing like you.”

You tug his lips to yours, another desperate clash of tongue and teeth and lips as he slips his fingers lower, probing at your slick entrance. He presses one finger in, groaning into your mouth.

“You gotta say you’re mine, baby,” he says. “At least for now, can you do that? Huh?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, yes, yours,” you murmur against his lips. He groans, a deeply gratified sound you feel down to your curling toes.

Joel removes his hand and you let out a dissatisfied whine at the sudden emptiness. He grips your hips, turning you until your front is pressed to the door. Desperate hands tear your jeans down to your ankles.

The clink of a belt and the tear of a foil packet join the soundtrack of your heavy breathing. Finally, Joel presses the thick tip of his cock to your entrance.

The stretch of him is an exquisite torture, a groan slipping from your lips as he bottoms out, hips pressed tight to your ass. A hand returns to your throat, his favorite place to anchor himself to reality.

“Always feel so fuckin’ good,” he growls in your ear as he starts to move, a maddening rhythm of slow withdrawals and sharp thrusts back into your desperate cunt. “Could make a guy go crazy.”

“Just wanna make you go crazy, Joel,” you promise, angling your head to search for his lips over your shoulder.

“Never stood a chance did I, huh, baby?” His free hand finds your clit, swirling over the sensitive nub rough circles. “Want you to come around my cock, come on, give it to me,” he grunts, the angle of his hips hitting the most perfect spot inside of you and making you see stars, a supernova bursting behind your eyelids as you find your release.

He groans, hips stuttering as he presses deep to chase his own release, cock pulsing deliciously in your sensitive pussy. You tip your forehead to the door as you try to catch your breath.

Joel withdraws a moment later, disposing of the condom and pulling his pants up. You tug your own jeans over your thighs, wiggling back into the tight denim. He watches you appreciatively.

You stare at each other for a quiet moment. Joel runs a hand through his hair, a nervous chuckle falling from his kiss bitten lips.

“So…you need a ride home?”

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