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It all started a couple years ago when your dad started smuggling things to make extra money to spend in the QZ. He just wanted a better life for you both. You were well over 18 now but there wasn’t enough space in this part of Boston for every “kid” to move out of their parent’s house. So, here you were, mid 20s, living with your father. Thankfully, there weren’t any social expectations to keep up in this new world order.
Of course, as your father made more connections, made more money, smuggled more contraband, he ended up meeting his competition. Joel and Tess.
After about six months of an almost-war, trying to beat each other to different deals, the three decided to team up.
So here you were about a year and a half later. It was summer. Hot. Humid. Miserable.
You put on the shortest shorts you owned and a light bra and tank top to try and keep cool.
Joel and Tess were over, having lunch with your dad in the kitchen while you sat and read a book in the living room.
You swear you keep seeing Joel look up from his plate at you, but when you turn to look, he’s looking away again. So you’re not sure.
You’ve found him more attractive the more you got to know him. It’s not like you knew him well, but you knew enough to feel like you could talk to him. Even if your dad wasn’t there.
You knew he had a daughter. A daughter that had died on outbreak day.
You knew he wasn’t as mean as he looks. He even laughs sometimes, whenever your dad said something stupid enough to be funny.
You’re trying desperately to focus on your book but then make the mistake of looking up, almost meeting Joel’s eyes this time. But his stare was held on your half exposed chest before his eyes shot up to make contact with yours. He almost choked on air, looking away quickly before taking a long sip of his drink and trying to focus on the conversation your father was having with Tess.
“I’d love for you to show me how it works, sometime.” Tess said, referring to your father’s radio he uses to contact other smugglers throughout the surrounding states.
“Sure. I’d be happy to.” Your dad nods and gets up, Tess doing the same.
Joel looks at them, only half understanding what’s going on as he takes a bite of his sandwich.
“Go ahead and finish your lunch.” Your dad started.
Joel began to protest, setting the sandwich down and moving to get up.
Your dad’s hand lands on Joel’s shoulder to push him back down into his seat. Joel sits with a ‘hmmph’. “We’ll be back in an hour. Mi casa es su casa. Have another beer. Hell, have whatever you want. Y/n will keep you company. Gonna show Tess the radio.”
Joel swallows his bite of food and nods sheepishly, listening to what your father says. He and Tess leave and the second the door closes, the silence is deafening.
Joel looks at you, clueless.
You give him an innocent smile before looking down at your book again.
The sun was shining directly in the window at you, keeping you extra warm, making you sweat a little. You decided you needed some cold water.
You close your book and get up, walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge, leaning down to grab the pitcher of water from inside. You pour yourself a glass before returning the pitcher to the fridge and turning towards Joel, leaning your hips against the counter.
You take a big gulp of the water, thirsty, too warm, loving the cool feeling of the water going down. You tip the glass a little too far and water dribbles down your chin and onto your chest.
Joel makes a choked sound before you lower the glass and look at him, wiping at your upper breast to get the water off. “Something wrong?” You raise a brow, genuinely curious.
“You think you’re cute or somethin’? Teasin’ me?” Joel gets up and stalks towards you.
“I don’t- um, I don’t know what you-“ you’re stopped when Joel’s hand grips your face, slightly squishing your cheeks together, pursing your lips. You gulp and feel heat pool in your stomach at his proximity.
“First, this slutty little outfit. Then you go and bend over for me. Spill on yourself. What’s your angle, Y/n ?” He narrows his eyes at you.
You lick your lips, bravery shooting up your spine. You grab his wrist connected to the hand on your face, moving it down so that his hand is now wrapped around your throat.
He whimpers .
“No angle, Joel .” You shrug. “Just looking for a good fuck.”
He growls this time, gripping your neck a little tighter. He’s breathing hard, brown eyes staring deeply into yours. You can see him considering it, gears turning in his head.
Then he does something unexpected. He lets go and pulls away.
You whine at the loss of his touch.
“Y’know damn well I can’t do that.” He straightens out his shirt, adjusting his collar and sleeves.
“Why not?” You make pouty lips at him.
He scoffs a laugh at you. “Your dad would kill me , for starters.”
“He doesn’t need to know.” You shrug. “Our little secret.” You wink at him.
His knees go weak, almost buckling under his weight as he tried not to drag his eyes up and down your beautiful body.
He starts to grab his pager off the table, fixing to leave, before you stop him.
“Joel, I need you.” You whine out, squeezing your thighs together.
He sets his pager back down and looks at you slowly. His jaw clenches and the next thing you know, he’s right in front of you, grabbing your waist to spin you around and bend you over the kitchen counter.
You whimper with arousal as he presses his hips against your ass, you can tell he’s hardening quickly.
He groans as he presses the outline of his cock against the split of your ass, in turn making you moan.
“Joel, please .” You gasp softly, resting your forehead on the counter, hands in fists beside your head.
He yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees before you hear his buckle behind you.
You can feel yourself dripping at the sound, it was tantalizing. Then there was a zipper, the shuffle of clothing, him moaning softly as he released himself from the confines of his underwear.
“ Oh-! ” You whine as the head of his dick presses against your aching pussy. It’s hard to tell just by the tip but… he feels big. You may be in over your head.
You bite your lip as he begins to push into you, using both his hands to spread you open.
“Jesus- fuck!” You gasp as he stretches you out, your wet cunt slowly adapting to accommodate his size.
You’re throbbing around him as he speaks darkly behind you. “You asked for this, honey. Come on, you can take it.”
Your nails scratch against the counter as you try and grasp it to ground yourself. He stops and you think, ‘oh god, finally, he’s in’ when he shoves into you another inch.
“Jo- oel…” you whimper his name brokenly as his head twitches against your cervix.
“Gonna give you a second. Then m’gonna fuck you good, okay, sweetheart?” His hands move up over your ass to your hips to grab them in preparation.
“O- okay.” You breathe out, tears forming in your eyes.
It hurt. You weren’t gonna lie, but you knew you could take him. You had to . It felt too good to know he was finally inside you.
Over the next minute you focus on relaxing your muscles, trying not to instinctually clench around him. And then he starts to move.
He pulls out slowly, just until only the tip was inside you, and then pushes back in just as slow.
“Oh my god.” You sob, squeezing your eyes shut to push the tears out.
“You cryin’?” He asks, pulling out slowly and then back in a bit faster this time.
Your toes curl and you ball your hands into fists once more at the feeling. “N- no.” You sniffle.
“Look at you. Fuckin’ wrecked over my cock.” He growls, pulling out quickly, pushing back in even quicker.
“Joel-“ you cry out, squeezing around him.
“Fuck, darlin’… do it again.” He orders, feeling the pressure on his dick.
You do as he says and squeeze yourself around him once more and it pulls a lovely groan from him as he continues moving.
He’s thrusting quickly, grunting with each movement as he fucks you against the counter. Your waist hurts from being pressed against it like this, but your orgasm was getting closer and you didn’t have the extra energy to care about pain right now. Especially now that you didn’t feel any pain inside of you, having adjusted to Joel’s size faster than you expected.
You started to cry again when his fingers traveled around the front of your hip to your clit so he could rub it. You were overwhelmed with pleasure.
His hips were snapping against your ass as he furiously rubbed your sensitive bud and you felt something start to happen.
“Joel- Joel, I’m- oh, god .” You stutter as your orgasm hits you, pussy clenching around his thick cock. More tears fall from your eyes as you feel yourself squirt on him, the sensation making you dizzy.
“F- fuck.” Joel curses, your juices wetting not only his dick but the front of his pants, dripping down your legs into your panties and shorts too.
He’s so close but he knows he can’t cum inside you, so he pulls out, soaked with your slick. He starts to jerk himself, pushing the back of your tank top up to bare your low back to him.
“Stay right there. G- good girl.” He stutters and groans as he finishes, ropes of hot liquid spurting up onto you. You moan at the feeling, wiping the tears off your face.
He’s panting as the sound of him jerking himself stops and he steps back. You grab a dish towel and wipe your back as you turn around to face him.
You both get re-situated in your clothing and Joel almost looks panicked, yet blissed out. “That can’t happen again.” He mutters as he grabs his bag and pager.
“Of course.” You nod, lying. It was going to happen again. It had to.
“Bye, Y/n.” He takes one last look at you before leaving, needing to get changed into fresh clothes that weren’t soaked in your cum.
You throw the used dish towel into your dirty laundry and sit back down on the couch to read until your father gets back with Tess.
They walk in about a half hour after Joel leaves, looking around as they settle back in at the table.
“Where’s Joel?” Your father looks at you.
“Didn’t even finish his food.” Tess motions to the half eaten sandwich at Joel’s previous spot at the table.
“Said he wasn’t feeling good.” You shrug, putting your book up in front of your face, smiling to yourself as you pretend to read. But really, you were still cock drunk over Joel.