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Dark brown eyes getting darker with every lie dripping from his tongue.
Lying about where he’s been, where he’s going, who he’s been with. He keeps you close enough to pleasure, but never close enough to please.
You couldn’t pinpoint when your feelings changed, when his feelings changed. Had you been the fool all along? Had you been the prey begging, hoping, praying to change the predator who was hopeless to begin with?
Loving Joel came natural to you. Sucking in air and feeling your stomach drop with every glance he gave you, knowing you were coming into this Jackson bar looking for him...you wouldn’t admit it though. Walking over to the bar top, settling down across the bar, making sure Joel could see you in the outfit you knew he’d kill you for wearing.
“Any whiskey ya got, on the rocks...please” you ordered your drink, dragging your eyes up at Joel as he scoffed at your order. You don’t even like whiskey, but the pain of that burn was better than the pain Joel had been causing you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m asking because you can’t keep fucking with my head, Joel.” you pleaded to the somber man in front of you.
“Jesus Christ, girl. Startin’ with me when you know it ain’t never got you anywhere.” his words echoed. The shake of his head as he walked past you could cut a thousand wounds into you.
He stood at the edge of his bedroom door, turning only to throw your shirt into your chest.
“Get dressed, y/n. I don’t got time for your tantrums today.” turning on his heel out the bedroom door, your voice calls him back...
“So that’s it, huh? Fuck me for months, practically force me to move in, and never open up to me?” screaming loud enough for all of Jackson to hear, you’d had enough. This was your breaking point.
The look in his eyes as he takes menacing steps towards you had you cowering, the confidence you once thought you had slipped away as Joel’s tall figure looks down at you, bumping your chest until you were slammed up against the wall. The air being rushed out of your lungs as both his arms caged you in beside your head.
His right hand snakes down underneath your chin to force your eyes up at his blown out brown ones,
“Darlin...” the country twang in his voice drowning out any other noise threatening to break through his four walls.
“Darlin...funny how you never seem to complain when you’re havin’ at it on my cock.”
Fuck.
The foulness of his truth had tears threatening to fall from your eyes. He knows you’d have nothing to say to that. Knows how much you enjoy yourself with him.
“And for as you put it...forcin’ you to move in with me, why don’t ya take your shit nd’ bring your attitude back to your own place, sweetheart.” Joel backed away from you, his boots shaking the floor as he practically ran out of his room.
“I’ve got other business to attend to, and it don’t include a crybaby ruinin’ my day.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~~~~
That’s where you’d left off with Joel the day before. Crying as you gathered all you could and brought it to the place you were originally staying in Jackson. It felt desolate, a place you didn’t recognize.
That same night, sleeping without Joel felt better than you expected. Fuck that guy. You were worth more than some middle aged man using you as a his own personal masturbation toy. Even though you’d gotten closer to Ellie while you were sharing his space, leaving was the right thing to do. She’d understand. She was the one begging you to try and pry emotions out of Joel.
“y/n, I know he really cares about you. You should ask him if he’s ready to finally let the town know you guys are together!”
Memories of her words flicker back into your head. Please...like that’d ever happen. Joel made sure to never show any PDA while out with you, and always avoided questions about you, even when asked by family.
~~~~~flashback~~~~
Patrolling with Joel and his brother one day proved that to be true...
“Glad to see someone’s keeping my brother young” Tommy joked as you walked beside Joel, feeling him distance himself from you,
“Let’s focus on clearing this building huh Tommy” he didn’t look at you. Kept walking ahead, leaving Tommy behind him to match your path as you walked.
Tommy looked at you with a kind smile, a sort of apology for bringing it up. He could see how much Joel’s nonchalant, cold attitude towards you in that moment knocked you on your feet emotionally.
~~~~end flashback~~~
But he’d made up for it that night by fucking you stupid against his flimsy mattress. And you secretly hoped that’s what this encounter would turn into. His eyes bore into you from across the bar as you laughed and flirted with the bartender. Liam. How would it make him feel to see someone else scoop up the woman he’s been too much of a bitch to claim.
“Liam...gosh you are just sooooo strong!” you reached for his left forearm, squeezing and giggling as he blushed. He poured you another glass, sliding it towards you,
“This ones on the house, gorgeous” he winked at you, and you couldn’t help but feel those same butterflies in your stomach you felt just a few months ago. Except this guy is definitely your age, and definitely your type.
Your mind clouded as you took the first sip of your new drink, not aware of the angry grey haired man that made it his mission to make sure you had no happiness if you were in his proximity.
The drink spilled from your lips and down your dress as big warm hands grabbed at your elbow, dragging you up and out of your seat, throwing you against the bar. Your eyes wide and weary, staring at the 5′11 man who’s nostrils were flaring in front of you.
His heavy breathing was heard first, then the gruff tone of his voice
“What the hell do you think you’re doing y/n?”
Joel’s brown eyes throwing daggers at you. The pressure of which he’s holding your elbow has you wincing and trying squirm out of his grip, but to no avail.
“I’m enjoying a nice cocktail...i should say was enjoying now that you’ve gone and spilled it all over me you fucking prick.” your voice growling on the tail end of your sentence.
Joel’s eyes watch the bartender scurry to the opposite end of the bar, knowing to keep his distance from the one and only Joel Miller.
His eyes darting back down to you as he lets go of arm to sneak his hand around the base of your neck, grabbing and pushing you in front of him.
“Well then darlin’, how ‘bout I help you clean your act up. Lookin’ like the town slut here in my bar.” his lips get close to your ear as he speaks, still pushing you by your skull closer to the bathroom.
You fight him gently as he manhandles you into the bathroom, throwing you in and locking the door behind him.
“Wow, Miller...didn’t expect such a public display of emotion for me” you tease, smiling at the man in front of you who’s about ready to rip your clothes off your body and maim you for the world to see.
As those words leave your mouth, you see the corner of his lip twist up, eyes lightening as he lets out an amused laugh. “Oh. You are treading on some mighty thin ice” he threatens. He continues, not letting you get a word in after,
“That’s what this is? you think you can teach old Joel a lesson or somethin’?” he moves closer to you, gripping your sides as he walks you as far back as the porcelain sink that is now digging into your back. A painful gasp leaves your lips...
“Listen here, girl.” his hands dig harder into your hips, lips trailing down till you feel his breath against your ear,
“You don’t get to control me.” his grip on your hips loosens just to spin you around so you’re now staring at yourself and him up against you in the bathroom mirror, porcelain still causing pain, now to your stomach.
He leans you over, your face colliding with the mirror. One of his hands held in your hair and the other scratching at your thigh to lift your dress to your hips, bundling the fabric up till your black thong is the only thing he sees.
“I’m gonna enjoy putting you back in your place, baby girl.”
You want to say you expected this level of anger from Joel, but as you felt him rip your thong to the side and shove 2 digits inside of you without warning, you knew you fucked up.
A light moan left your lips as he pumped his index and middle finger inside of you, using his thumb to lightly rub circles against your clit.
“Joel, fuck...please” you begged, but for what you didn’t know.
He let go of your face, opting to place that hand in your hair instead, pulling you slightly up to face yourself in the mirror. Forcing you to watch yourself come undone on his fingers...
“Aww” his eyes met yours in the mirror, smiling as you dripped onto his fingers, pushing yourself back to take as much of him as you could.
“A shame you’re only sweet when I’m fuckin’ the attitude out of ya’“ you whine as he removes his fingers from you, also letting go of your hair.
You hold onto the sink bent over, turning back to see him unbuckling his belt. Your eyes find the spot he’s trapped in, going wide as you watch him begin to stroke himself out of his jeans,
“Joel, I’m sorry, please, please fuc-”
You were cut off by a hard slap to your ass, the sound echoing off the walls...that’s going to leave a mark
“Fucking you was gon’ happen with or without the pleading, darlin’”
Your stomach dropped as your felt him grab your hips, lining himself up with you before ruthlessly pushing inside of you without warning,
“Got’damn” he moaned behind you as he set a harsh snapping pace, grabbing your hips back as leverage,
You felt him everywhere, the bruises forming on your skin were him, the smell of whiskey filled your senses, fuck you’d have to wash this dress now.
Sounds of Joel grunting behind you made you smile, the feeling of being stretched by him over and over and over had your head swirling, barely being able to breathe through the moans Joel was pulling from you.
His pace begins to quiver, brutally snapping into you chasing his own high as you feel your legs become mush, only being help up by the force of his grip. His thrusts becoming sharp as he pulls completely out of you to force himself back into you, growling lowly from above you
“Don’t hear..” snap...”you complainin’...” snap...”from up here now”..snap
You practically scream as his thrusts push you against the mirror yet again, feeling the harsh glass on your forehead as Joel doesn’t let you move.
“Please...please i’m gonna cum, Joel”
He’s holding you up as your legs give, moaning and blabbering as you feel yourself begin to let go, closing your eyes tight and then....
You feel empty, Joel pulling out of you and letting go of your hips. Watching you fall to the ground, jello legs not stable enough to keep you up.
You look up at the brown eyed man, stroking himself as you’re still trying to process what’s happening.
You reach for him, hoping to feel his touch, feel any type of warmth from him, but he just steps back, rushing to the porcelain sink which you’d grown all too familiar with in these past few minutes,
“Joel?” you question, watching as he paints the sink with his release, moaning as he’s holding onto the side, biting his bottom lip as his head falls back and his eyes close. “Fuck”
You watched as he came back down, frown permanently plastered to on face.
He finally turned to you as he pushed himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt securely,
“What?” he smirked down at you, his intimidating eyes forcing you to sit up and adjust your disheveled dress.
“Now,”... “you know s’well as I know” he walks to the bathroom door, unlocking it and turning back to you,
“Crybabies don’t get to cum.”