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• Pairing: Joel Miller × Fem!Reader
• Summary: It's the first night in Jackson and you decide to take a relaxing bath. Joel comes in to check on you and offers to help you wash your hair. But one things leads to another...
• Warnings/Tags: Mature content-explicit depictions of sex. Starts out very soft and sweet, but turns sexual. Established relationship, dirty talking, spanking, soft! Dom!Joel, oral (f receiving), & penetration.
• Word count: 1.7k
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The water is warm as you lower yourself down. You can't remember the last time you had a warm bath. The cold rivers were painful during this time of year and sometimes you'd go days without washing because it was too cold. But this was heaven. Jackson didn't seem too bad. You let out a choked laugh as tears fill your eyes. Before the tears fall you take a deep breath and submerge yourself in the water. A smile is plastered on your face as you emerge from the water.
"I take it, you like it here?" Joel's deep voice fills the bathroom. He's leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.
"Maybe a little,"
"Just a little? Hmm." He steps into the bathroom and sits on the edge of the tub. He swirls his fingers in the water. "Nice and warm."
You lean back, sinking deeper. The water ripples over your chest and the bubbles catch around your neck. Joel drops his hand into the water and finds your leg. He runs his fingers up and down your leg. "You deserve this,"
"So do you." You hold out your hand to him. "Join me?"
He looks at your hand and then squeezes your ankle. "I don't think that tub is meant for two."
You pout and Joel cocks his head. He laughs, a sound you haven't heard in so long. Warmth spreads in your chest at the sound. He leans down, gently grabbing your chin and bringing it up to him. "Enjoy your bath, Darlin'" And he kisses you.
"Wait,"
Joel looks at you and you point to the shampoo bottle on the sink. He grabs it and goes to hand it to you, but stops. He looks at the bottle and then kneels. "Turn around," He asks nicely. You hesitate, but give in.
Joel brings your hair back behind your shoulders. He kisses your shoulder and your stomach flutters. "Beautiful" He whispers against your skin. He studies the curve of your neck and the complexion of your skin, drinking you up.
The shampoo is cold in his hands as he squeezes the amount he thinks he will need for your hair. He rubs his rough hands through your hair gently. He's careful when he rubs the shampoo near your hairline, making sure the soap doesn't run down your face and into your eyes. He uses the back of his hand to wipe a small amount that's running down your forehead and curses as it gets too close to your eyes. You giggle as you see him panic. You touch his hand to let him know it's okay. It's more than okay.
