Joel Miller x Reader - A SmutShot Collection

Distraction

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝗹, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝘆'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁: 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱!

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝘂𝘁, 𝗗𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗞𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝘅, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗯 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗨𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩, 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗗𝗼𝗺/𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝗹, 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲.

Your eyes glanced over at the clock hosted up onto the beige wall in your kitchen. It is seven pm-finally. That means Joel will be home soon. On Wednesdays he tends to work overtime and doesn't get home until two hours later than usual. It's frustrating, yes, but it earns him more money and you'll take what you can get.

Before he gets home you'd like to have his dinner close to done. You want to have a plate and beer ready for him so he can just unwind and relax. He works so hard, he deserves it.

You're making a simple dinner tonight-grilled cheese and tomato soup. It won't take to long and it's perfect for the weather outside. That fall breeze and the crisp air pair well with a warm home cooked meal. Plus, Joel could eat damn near five sandwiches and two bowls of soup. That man can pack it. You just wanted to keep it easy tonight, especially since you're already getting fatigued.

Every other light in your home was turned off besides the kitchen & living room light. You had a candle on the coffee table in the rec room and one on the dining table just a few feet behind, both lit. They smell good. One is the scent of cinnamon and the other, the one in the dining room, is the scent of mahogany wood. The day you smelt it in a local city shop, it reminded of you of Joel. Anytime he's off of work, you'll sniff it periodically just to recall his scent-despite the fact you never forget it in the first place. His musk lingers all throughout your guy's home.

Instrumental folk music plays off of the TV. On one of the cable channels, they constantly play music such as this. You often play it when you're home alone so it's not too quiet. Once Joel's home, you turn it down or off completely.

Flipping over one of his grilled cheese's, the sound of the front door opening could be heard. No need to fret, it has to be him. The door has been locked all day and only him & your mother have a secondary key. The door leads into the living room and the kitchen is just across from it-Joel will spot you any second. You continued to focus on his sandwich and soup, wanting to cook and season them well.

Joel took off his work boots and socks, stuffing them into the rugged shoes. His jacket that he wore to and from work was also removed and tossed onto the white couch beside the TV. You saw Joel pick up the black remote to pause the music. He doesn't like it very much, he prefers country or rock. It was when Joel smirked and hummed when he saw you that you smiled as well. "Hey Darlin'." Joel said softly, making his way to you. "Hi baby." You responded, gazing at him before looking back at the meal.

"What're you makin'?" "Grilled cheese's with tomato soup-sound tasty to you?" "Sure does, thank you dear." Joel thanked you. He's always so grateful. Every night, even on weekends, you have dinner prepared for him. Sometimes he cooks for you but it's primarily you. You've never cared, it's a hobby anyways. "Damn, it does smell good." Joel sat down at the dining table, his eyes on your figure as you cooked. "Does it? Good to know." You chuckled, stirring the soup and seasoning it further.