The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Dad's Best Friend, Joel*: Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Warning: Sneaky sex..
A/N: Follow my tumblr @nora-malfoypotter
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Part One:

"Fuck, Joel." I moan.

    Joel's hands are everywhere on my body. Gripping my breasts. Pinching my nipples. His cock deep inside of me. His hips rocking back and forth, threatening to send me over the edge.

    "That's it baby. Take me." He says, "You feel so good." He growls in my ear.

    My body jerked underneath him. His lips on my neck as I let my orgasm take over my body.

    "I'm going to cum." I moan, "Joel."

    "That's it, baby. Scream my name." He says.

My eyes snap open. My breath is uneven as I look around my room. What the fuck? I haven't seen Joel in a couple of years, why the fuck was I having a sex dream about him. I move my hands between my legs, feeling the wetness that covers my heat. Fuck.

I stand up and walk over to my closet. I grab a short black sundress and walk over to my door. My feet drag my body to the bathroom. I close the door behind me and lock it. I pull the shower curtain back and turn on the shower.

My brain still feels fuzzy about the dream. The more I try to think about it, the less I can remember. The only thing that's burned in my memory is Joel's face. His sweaty body on top of mine as he kisses my neck. I can feel the butterflies travel down to my stomach and down to my clit, but I shake my head, trying to stop the feeling. He's my dad's best friend. He's so much older than me, but he was so fucking sexy. I'd always catch myself staring at him when he'd visit. I'd think about all of the ways he'd take me. But it's been so long since I'd seen him and I  haven't had a sex dream about him in years.

The sound of people laughing catches my attention but I ignore it. There's always someone here, rather it was one of mom's friends or one of dad's. I didn't like any of them. The only person I enjoyed being around was Joel.

I remove the clothes from my body and throw them into the dirty clothes basket that my mom insists on keeping in here, even though this bathroom is one of the smallest rooms in the house. I step into the shower, letting the warm water fall onto my body. My muscles are easing. I hadn't even realized I'd been so tense. I close my eyes, enjoying the water. The laughter from downstairs is getting more and more frequent. Who the fuck could be here?

"Y/n. Wake up." I hear my father's voice, "Someone come to stay for the summer."

The beat of my heart begins to quicken. The only person who's ever spent the summer with us was Joel.. But that makes no sense. He hasn't called or written to us in years. We haven't heard a single word from Joel. There's no way he could be here.

"Y/n. Come on." My mom says.

I roll my eyes and turn the dial. The water stops and I sigh as I step out of the shower. It's probably just one of dad's old work buddies. Probably the one that was the biggest creep and everytime I mentioned it to my parents they would just say 'Honey, he's just friendly'. I grab the towel, and dry my body before reaching for the dress, I throw it over my body. The dress stops at my mid thigh. The straps hug my shoulder, but it's not too tight. The dress pushes my breast up, giving me more cleavage than I'd prefer, but so be it.

I open the bathroom door and walk out. The laughter becomes more and more annoying until I hear a familiar voice.

"Leave the girl alone. She'll have plenty of time to see me." He says.

The sweet deep voice. I know that voice. I know that feeling that voice gives me, because I'm feeling it now. Joel. My feet pick up speed as I run downstairs and reach the living room. He's there. Sitting on my couch, laughing. He's actually here. I smile to myself. His hair is now a mix of gray and brown. His eyes still hold his youth, though there's a bit more pain behind them down. What has he been through to cause that? His arms are bigger. His muscles flex as he picks up his glass and takes a drink of water to fill it.