CNCO Smut

In The Mood(Tease) - Joel

I don't know about y'all but I needed some Joel loving.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Joel being a tease, this entire fanfic is a tease, not sorry.....(dedicated to the anon who dreamed about me writing about Joel(though this isn't apart of Let The Games Begin) and woke up triggered asf. I had this idea already; great minds think alike 😜)

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You can't help but let out a sigh of relief as the bus pulls up to the hotel the boys will be staying at for the next two weeks. You grab what you need for the night and make a note to grab some other things tomorrow after a good night's sleep. You grab your ready-to-go bag for occasions like this, filled with the necessities for the night.

Once you're sure you have everything, you walk out of the back lounge almost bumping into Chris. "Woah, watch your step chica," he chuckles.

"Sorry, I'm just excited to sleep in a bed!" You reply, turning your head to glance back at him. You reach the front of the bus and see Richard, Zabdiel, Erick, and your boyfriend Joel. You take a seat next to Joel and he looks up from his phone and wraps his arm around your shoulder. You were lucky enough to be allowed to come on tour with the boys. It took a lot of convincing but it happened.

"Are you guys ready to sleep in an actual bed?" You ask the boys.
"The beds on the bus are nice, are they not?" Erick pipes up from the other couch.

"Well, yes, they are. But I wouldn't want to sleep on them for two weeks. Plus, having your own room is nice. You are together basically 24/7. You can't tell me that you don't get tired of the guys." Erick nods slowly with a yawn.

A knock on the bus door shifts everyone's attention. "Alright you guys, let's go!" You get up from the couch and grab your bag and follow the boys out of the bus. Being famous and all means the hotel has to keep everything "hush-hush". You walk through the back entrance of the hotel and grab your hotel door key and get into the elevator.

Joel grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers making you turn and look at him and smile. He returns your smile and you notice a little sparkle in his eyes. It's gonna be one of those nights. Everyone had rooms on the same floor but thankfully there were about three doors in between each occupied room.
Once the elevator door opened up on the top floor, you said your goodnights to the boys and followed Joel to your shared room near the end of the hall. You put the key in and open the door, turning on the light to reveal a king-size bed, a nice t.v., and an amazing view of the city.

"Damn...." you whisper. Joel comes up behind you, pushing inside the room and closing the door with his foot. He drops his duffel bag and wraps his arms around your waist, grabbing your bag and dropping it next to his. His soft lips ghost over your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hands find your waist and soon make their way up to the hem of your shirt. His lips finally making contact with your sweet spot. You let a moan slip past your lips and Joel's hands begin to tug your shirt. "Joel....."

He doesn't reply but hums against your skin. As much as you would love to move this to the extremely comfy looking bed and enjoy this night with your boyfriend, you can't. He has to wake up early. It's a downside you have to deal with but it makes the times that you do have with him so much better. You finally get a grip on yourself and reach a hand up to his curls, tugging softly. "Joel, stop baby," you whisper. He only hums, hardly hearing you speak as his mind is set on one thing and one thing only.

You get a firmer grip and tug a little harder on his hair, finally getting his attention. He pulls away from your neck for a moment. You turn in his grasp and look into his dark, lust-filled eyes. "Joel, listen to me. As much as I would love to let you take control tonight, we can't. And you know why." He pouts, pushing his bottom lip out. You almost want to cave and give him what he wants. Almost. "That won't work on me tonight. I promise on your days off, you can have me every which way you like. But not tonight."

You make a move to pull away but his hands grip your waist firmly and he pushes you against the wall. "Babe, I can't wait that long...." he emphasizes his words by grinding his erection against your clothed heat. "Can't you feel how hard I am?" You can't help but groan at the wonderful pressure against your heated core but you can't risk Joel being late again. The crew had already chewed you out for making him late multiple times before, not to mention the boys would tease you mercilessly for it, which is why they were reluctant to let you come on tour with Joel. The boy's teasing you can handle but you weren't gonna risk not being able to come on future tours just because Joel couldn't keep to himself.

Your hands find his shoulders and you push him back. "No Joel, not tonight," you say firmly, hoping he'll finally get the message but you know it won't be. You grab your bag and walk into the bathroom, getting out your toothbrush and toothpaste. You were proven right when Joel follows you like a puppy. He comes up behind you, leaning you over the counter a little.

"Babe, I'm ready to go, don't you feel that," he pulls himself flush against your backside and you sigh. He's not gonna go down easily. You spit out the toothpaste and look at him through the mirror. "Just one time, it'll be quick then I won't bother you for the rest of the night."

"Joel, I know what you're doing and I would be more than happy to play along on any other day but you need to wake up early," you wash out your mouth, "and I don't want the crew to get on my ass about you being late. Again." You reach over the counter to grab your lotion and squirt some on your fingers before you rub it into your skin.

He groans against your skin, still holding himself close to you. The game he likes to play, that never fails to make him late, is he'll sweet talk you into bed, claiming he only needs to come once. But then one turns to two, two to three, and so on and so forth. He gets addicted to the feeling of being inside you after one hit and he'll make it his goal to get you to cum all night long. It really sounds appealing but you're not giving into him.

Not tonight.

He knows he can't win by sweet-talking you so he'll just have to step up his game. He presses a single kiss against your cheek before he turns and leaves the bathroom. You watch him through the bathroom mirror with narrow eyes, suspicious of his next move. You've known him long enough to know when he's up to something. You watch him strip down to his boxers and he climbs on the bed, turning the lamp on his side off.

You continue your nightly routine until you hear soft moans coming from the bed. You stop and listen for a moment, peeking your head out a little. He was above the covers and from the light of the bathroom you can make out his figure on the bed. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops slightly.

No way.

Joel's head was thrown back against the pillows, his lips parted to let out those sweet, innocent moans that always got you going. Your eyes travel down his well-toned body and land on probably one of the hottest things you've ever seen. Joel's hand was working his dick in his boxers. His eyes peek open and he spots you looking at him. When you make eye contact with him, he begins to take it one step further. "Mm, mami, you feel so good. More," his voice his breathy and he feels himself twitch, working himself faster.

You watch as his breathing becomes more and more uneven, his hips bucking to meet his hand as he praises this "phantom girlfriend" who's giving him everything he needs. "Gonna cum, nena," he throws his head back again and closes his eyes as he pushes himself over the edge. His moans grow in volume as his hips buck into his hand. He calls out your name with a few profanities here and there.

When he finishes, he collapses on the bed and pants hard. He pulls his hand out of his boxers and something is covering his fingers. He looks up at you again and gives you a smile. "Look what you do to me, mami."

You forget about finishing your nightly routine and walk over to him. He has a new look in his eyes. He's won the battle tonight. You straddle his hips and grab his hand, putting his fingers in your mouth and swirling your tongue around, licking off his essence, feeling himself harden again. A cheeky smirk crosses his lips as you pull his fingers out of your mouth and you lean down to land a fiery kiss on his lips......