The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Bringing Dreams to Life*: Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Warning: Smut 18+
A/N: Tumblr @nora-malfoypotter
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Hot rays hit my skin, sending a thin coat of sweat to my body. Joel sat next to me. His scent shifted in my nostrils, causing a puddle to form between my legs. The summer was our favorite time of year. He'd never failed to visit and spend his days in my pool. His hairy chest caught my eye as water droplets cling to the salt and peppered hair. His groans and heated glances calmed me speechless when I'd slash water on him. Joel excited me. More than any has ever. He was older, much older. It was almost embarrassing to admit to my college friends my attraction to him. Almost. At first, they were a bit weirded out that I'd lusted after someone 30 years my elder, until they saw him. Their mouths watered just as mine does every time he stretches out his arm, forcing his shirt to rid up until his happy trail was visible to my hungry eyes.

    I  wouldn't doubt if my parents have caught me looking. Honestly, I don't think I would actually care. I wasn't hiding it, Joel would  have to be ignorant not to see my lingering gazes. The way I clench my thighs together when he looks at me above his glass when he's drinking the sweet tea my mother made. He knew I wanted him, just like everyone knows the sky is blue. He liked to play with me. Leading me on. Hearing the wet dreams I have about him in the room next to mine. Every morning, without fail, he walks out of his room at the same time as me. A wicked grin plastered on his face as he looked at me. "How'd you sleep, darlin'? Any interesting dreams?" He loved the control he had on me. I'm positive he craves it as much as I crave him. He got off on it.

    However, today was different. Although Joel loved to tease me, he usually kept his distance. Not sitting too close to me. No prolonged looks, just enough to catch my reaction and then back to whatever his attention was originally on. But today, he sat next to me. His arms touched my shoulder, revealing the godly height difference between us. Today, he stared. He watched every move I made. At first I thought I was imagining it all, until I bent down. My ass perked upward as I "picked up" the sunglasses I'd dropped. When I straightened myself and turned, Joel had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his hand on his growing bulge as he adjusted himself. My heart fluttered. My core throbbed with the need to sit on his lap and ride him until we were both seeing stars. Today, Joel grabbed my thigh, and squeezed with a bruising grip that kept me yelping and wanting to beg for more. Today, Joel was playing a different game.

    A shiver graces down my spine as Joel moves his head to my ear. His mouth drifting so close to my skin, I can feel his breath. My eyes locked with one of  my college friends. Her eyes widen as she smiles widely.

    "Have any more dreams?" He asked, his voice husky and deep. I immediately cross my legs, trying to stifle back the heat growing there. "I didn't hear you moaning my name last night, Y/n. Why?"

    I clear my throat trying to send my heart back down to my chest before it comes up.

    "I- I did." I say.

    Joel laughs. All my confidence vanishes the second his voice reaches my ears. I'm so full of myself until the time comes. Joel knows that.

    "What happened to the fearless Y/n?" He says, "You can talk better than that. I've heard the way you screamed my name and I wasn't even in you."

    I swallow the lump forming in my throat. There's no wind, no snow, yet my blood turns cold. Embarrassment filling my body like rain filling a lake.

    "I can make you scream so much louder." He whispers.

    My friend cocks her eyebrow. Her smile grows wider as she watches me become a puddle under Joel's form. My breath begins to shake. I open my mouth to say something but I'm instantly muted.